Bear Naked Chicago: (Part One)

 Chicago—April, 2024

 

Keshawn had been after me for a long time to join him at a Bear Naked Chicago event.  I had played with the group at least once before—some years before I’d started the blog.  I’d had fun, but it somehow wasn’t special enough to warrant the drive into Chicago.

But work gigs had taken me out of going to the watersports party for two months running.  I had the date of BNC available—so I went.  It was an easy drive into the city, even with some slow traffic on the congested interstates through downtown.  I found parking near the bar.  (This gathering was held in the same bar as the watersports group.) 

I checked my coat a few minutes before the doors opened to the back bar.  I saw Keshawn come in and talk animatedly to a group of men he knew.  He spotted me at the other end of the front bar and came over to give me a hug.  In moments, the doors to the back opened and we went in…

 

I strip down and put my clothes in the gym bag I’ve brought.  Other men are stowing theirs in garbage bags provided by the hosts.  Many men are totally naked but for something on their feet.  I check my bag, dressed in just boots and a jock.  The coat check guy smiles and gives me my ticket.  On the other table near him are boxes and boxes of pizza.  I had forgotten this aspect of the event.  And the Bears certainly do love their pizza.  For the first 30 minutes, it is a much more social, then sexual group.

I am sort of at loose ends.  I don’t want to eat before sex.  I am not much of a drinker.  I watch porn projected on the wall and wait for the action to begin.

“You look like you need a good cock sucking…”

I turn.  A man, a good ten years older than I, is standing just behind me.  I smile and nod.  He goes to his knees, slowly, before his eager mouth engulfs my semi-hard cock.   He’s good warm up head.  I look around.  Across from me, near the bar, there is another pair of men doing the same thing.  There is a knot of men close to the sling in the back corner, but no one is in it.  To my left, two men are working on a third.

The men are all types.  Many, certainly, fit the bear mold.  But there are also many who are younger and thinner who love meaty men.  They all seem to love group play.  I help the guy up off the floor—his knees are killing him.  Now, hard and swinging, I move to the group at the back.  A tall Asian, one of the youngest men here, is fucking a big beefy bear.  The men surrounding them are enjoying the fuck—stroking themselves or the guy next to them.  Keshawn arrives and pulls me over to the sling.  He hops in.  I kneel and my tongue gets re-acquainted with his hole.   I lube up as I rim.  In one movement, I stand and insert.  Keshawn moans, as his eyes close and his hole opens.  I hold—and fuck.  Long and slow.  Warming up that ass. 

The chains of the sling clank happily, attracting a few men to come watch us.  When Keshawn needs a break, I help him out and a blond man, around my age, and asks if he can have some of the same.  He gets in and I go to my knees.  I need to pull apart his ample ass cheeks to get to his hole.  I love the way they press on me when I let go.  My tongue makes the guy groan.  He tells me he loves the feel of it.  Eventually, I stand.  I work into him slowly.  Inch by inch.  He uses some poppers—and I slide home. 

“Fuck me hard.”

I do just that.

Until he begs me to stop…

*
There are large screens that hang from the ceiling, cutting off the rest of the bar to give some slight privacy to a sitting ledge that runs along one wall.  Behind it, I find the tall Asian fucking the guy who gave me warm-up head.  My former cock sucker is moaning, and telling the young man how good he feels in his ass.

I stand and stroke, thinking I might go up him next.  When the Asian pulls out, the bottom goes to the bar for a drink.  Instead, the Asian kneels and begins sucking my cock.  I stand for a few moments as he works on me.  He reaches up and grabs my hips, guiding me to a sitting position on the ledge.  Now he really go to town on me.  Cock, slit, balls, and under them, all have their moment with his active tongue.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs as he leaves the now very wet balls and moves back up my shaft.  I offer to do the same to him—but he declines.  A little later, as he comes up from a deep throat, panting, I tell him I would really like to eat his ass.  I think for a moment he is going to let me, but instead he moves away to grab a friend a large, very hairy bear.  The Asian bends the guy down to suck my cock, still wet with his own saliva.  He proceeds to fuck him.  Fast and hard.  The guy is fucked down, deeper on my cock, with every stroke.

“Trade,” he grunts as he pulls out.  I stand and fuck the hairy hole as the bear cleans the Asian’s cock.  Hungrily and with true passion.

“Again.”  We switch.  The bear sucked me quite well before, but now he can’t get enough of his ass jizz on my cock.  He is ravenous.

The two of us keep trading off on him…

*

I fuck Keshawn.  This time with him standing up and leaning against the bar.  It’s brief—as we both move off to find others.  We do it repeatedly throughout the playtime.

I move behind the screens again.  Four men are all bent over, supporting themselves on the ledge.  Two tops are working their way down, fucking each of them.  They wave me over.  I stick my dick into the hole just left by the second guy.  The men under us are all older bears.  They are loving the sequential fuck; I love this first ass.  I’m pretty sure he’s loaded as he is incredibly wet.

The top leading the way, a young white man in his 30’s, signals us he’s going to shift.  He moves down one.  I see his nice seven incher disappear into the third ass.  The Black man next to me, likely in his 40’s, pulls out, too.  He moves over one ass.   So, I do, too.

This ass feels totally different.  Drier.  And tighter.  To the point I add more lube.  We fuck.  The bottom who now has no dick, moves slightly so he can watch the other three get fucked.  Then, realizing what’s in store, gets up and kneels at the end of the line.  He wants to taste all those asses on each of our dicks.

We shift again.  The young white guy lets his dick be cleaned.  He groans more at the man’s mouth than he did while he was fucking.  The two of us left, keep fucking, smirking at each other. 

The Black top pulls out and shoves his slippery cock in the waiting mouth.  I go up the last ass.   When the top pulls out of the guy’s mouth, I pull out of the fourth ass.  I present my dripping dick to the kneeling man.  His eyes are glazed.  He slobbers over my cock, still delighting in the mix of flavors and just the taboo nature of it. 

Finally, he pulls off me and goes to the bar.  Two of the other men have moved on, too.  The last of the four, the one I was up the least amount of time is still there, bent over.  I kneel and surprise him with my tongue.  Fuck.  No wonder the cock cleaner was so dazed.  I love the mix of juices myself.  I tongue him…making him moan.

I stand up and fuck him again.  I fuck him hard.  Hard enough that he asks me to slow down.  I do—and pull out.  He spins around and cleans me up.

I have just seen someone I haven’t seen in years.  I thank the guy on his knees and move toward the man chatting at the bar.  I touch his shoulder and he turns towards me.

“Well, well…” he murmurs.  “Excuse me,” he says to the man he was talking to and sinks to his knees, taking my cock deep into his throat…

 

(More to come)

Bears In the City

 I have run out of writing time today. 

I should be typing up a post about my trip into Chicago.  Keshawn wanted me to come join him for a Bear Naked Chicago play party.  I had been to a BNC gathering at least once before, but it was before I was writing this blog.

I promise to get to it as soon as possible.

Teddy Takes My Fuck Bud

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Braydon Comes to Play

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp.  We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April.  I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him.  It did.  I gave him the address again.  He had been to my old residence, just before I moved.  In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there.  He was excited to see the new set-up.  He arrived right after 2pm…

 

Braydon likes what he sees.  The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is.  He agrees…and strips off his clothes.  I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play.  I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me.  He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment.

“I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur.  “See if you can taste them…”

Braydon digs in.  He begins to lick the pouch.  He keeps moaning in the back of his throat.  My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely.  He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He licks under my balls as I pull them up.  For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum.

“Get in the sling.  I need to eat your hole.”

He jumps in.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass.  I find his hole.  He is already slightly gaping from the excitement.  My tongue goes into him—deep and wet.  In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Long and slow.  Using my full length on every stroke.  Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow.

I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo.  I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy.  I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo.  He takes it, with ease.  I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in.  I stand and add my cock.  Telling him just how it feels.  The toy underneath my cock.  The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick.  How my cock head hits the big head of the toy.

I fuck with it in place.  I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd.  I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. 

I pull out, bringing the toy with me.  I lube up the fat black butt plug.  He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it.  I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body.

“Do that again…” he pleads. 

So, I do.

I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here.  I am not sure he can take the wide base.  But he does.  Loving the stretch.  I pull it out and eat his hole.  My tongue can now go deeper than before.  I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head.  It feels cold to the touch.  I lube it, but don’t warm it.

“This’ll cool down your ass…”

He moans.  And takes it.  I slowly work it in and out of him a few times.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference.  My dick head bangs into the big metal orb.  I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass.

Finally, we take a break.

“Where do you want to eat my ass?  Sling or Rimseat?”

We go for the sling first.  I get in and he kneels.  Almost reverently.  He starts at my balls and works down.  Licking under them.  Down the hairy perineum.  Around my hole.  Avoiding it.  And then his tongue connects with my pucker.  He groans.  I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me…

*

I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains.  We move to the fuck bench.  I fuck him hard and fast.  Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out.  Braydon is in pig heaven.  At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole.  We both are breathing hard.

I set up the rimseat.  He elects to get under it first.  I sit.  It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me.  To feel almost helpless.  He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole.  I take a hit of poppers.  The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming.  I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me.

We switch.  I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long.  My balls are screaming for release.  And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can.  In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling.  This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole.

The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly.  I stand up and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my engorged cock pound into him.  Over and over.

I do one more brief licking of his wet hole.  In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode…

“Take it…” I grunt.  I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him…

*

Braydon’s first playroom session, in my old house, is here:  A Farewell Fourway.

Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms

 Grand Rapids—March, 2024

 

In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex.  I took the fuck bench and the rimseat.  The Host was expecting a large group.  He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold.  Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up.  Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room…

 

It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me.  A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans.  His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place.  He’s good.  In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs.  He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole.  I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing.  As is he…

I go up the stairs.  To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat.  (The bench is downstairs in the living room.)  I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it.  He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head.  I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state.  I go over to him and he goes to his knees.  As he sucks me, I look around.  There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy.   Another man looks familiar.  He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. 

The Black Top arrives from downstairs.  The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy.  The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump.  I get my man off his knees and onto the bed.  “All fours,” I bark out.  He does.  I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy.  I stand up.  The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump.  I slide into my man.  He’s tight.  And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. 

Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy.  He manages to do just that.  He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks.   I begin to fuck.

The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed.  The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him.  I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face.  He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. 

Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host.  I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked.  But he wants Tatted Boy.  And gets him.  He slides into his hole and begins to rut.   The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us.  He is in the Cum Dump.  Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass.

I stand to the side and stroke.  I want Tatted Boy.  I finally get Cum Dump.  I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight.  I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek.  I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy.  I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done…

*

It’s an odd night.  I am fucking…but only between three asses:  Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked.  The party has divided.  Which I don’t like.  I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other.  But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch.  I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs.

During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops.  No vers men at all.  I have never had to wait for a hole here.  But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn.  The men keep going downstairs for food.  I am left with Cum Dump.  And that’s a good thing.

“I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs.

I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole.  My bladder is full enough to piss.  “It will be strong,” I warn him.

“So much the better.”

I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth.  It takes time, but the piss begins to flow.  He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can.  He is terrific at taking it all.  Not a drop is spilled.  When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth.  I groan—but don’t swallow.  I point to the sling.  He hops in.  I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole.  He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. 

Then I fuck it deep into his guts…

*

I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy.  He agrees.  The three of us go upstairs.  “How do you want him?” Daddy asks.

“On all fours would be great.  I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.”

This excites Daddy.  Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself.  TB’s hole is wet and wonderful.  I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. 

“Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole.

I get under.  Tatted Boy sits.  Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass…

*

I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again.  “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me.  We start in the sling.  Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole.  He slobbers all over my ass.

We move to the rimseat.  I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place.  I sit.  He hands me poppers and tells me to use them.  My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been.

And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me.

We go back to the sling.  I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass.

“Breed me…”

I fuck him.  Hard.

“Give me your load!”

I pick up the pace. 

“Do anything you want to me, to get you off…”

My hand comes down hard on his ass.  The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever moving cock.

“Fill me up…”

My other hand finds his throat.  I squeeze.  Beginning to cut off his air.

He nods and wheezes. 

And I’m there.  I shoot spurt and spurt into him.  I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up…

A Surprise Email--Fornication Weekend

My Computer—April, 2024

Two days ago, when I switched on the computer and checked the blog over my morning cup of tea, I couldn’t help but notice that something was happening.  In a good way.  The numbers for people viewing the blog were high, almost my usual daily total already at 7:00am.  I was pleased but thought no more about it until I opened my email. 

In my inbox was the newsletter for Fornication, the sex party I occasionally attend.  This email was all about the upcoming Fornication Weekend and Fan Fest. 

I read the testimonials from two of last year’s participants, content creator Rusty Taylor and porn star Jordi Massive, telling about the positive experiences they had at Fornication Weekend.  The third picture was me.  This one, to be exact.

The text under it read: ‘Charles Wolfe aka FelchingPisser, posted on his blog about the Fornication Fan Fest Experience last year in a 6 part series.  Below is an excerpt, but you can read the full experience…” and then the links to the six pages.

In the body of the email they chose to reprint my fucking of pornster Eden Daniels.  And the folks of the Fornication mailing list who read that little bit, were clicking on the links and reading.  A lot.  My numbers soared, all day.  I was pleased by that, of course.  But more by the fact that I do think my writing let’s guys know just how hot the Fornication Party will be—and just how relaxed and informative the rest of the weekend feels.  They have a found a perfect home at Timberfell Campground—it’s a great partnership.

If you have ever considered going to a Fornication event, the weekend is a great way to begin.  You meet the men, have discussion groups, play a little, see demo’s, watch porn filming (or be in it, as I was) all before the massive party.

So, yes, I am going back this year.  Once again, I will pack my sling and in be in my own corner of Pig Heaven at the Fornication Party…

 

It you want to read about last year (again) or for the first time, here are the links.

Fornication Weekend—The Set-Up

FW—FP Show It Off

FW:  Ray’s Demo—and the Main Event (part One)

FW:  The Party Continues (conclusion)

FW:  Picture Bonus

FW:  The Last Hurrah

 

And for more info on how to book, the link to the Fornication Weekend website page.

“Daddy, You Need that Sucked…”

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