Peach Pals Bonfire

We headed out of Las Vegas before sunrise to get to the Peach Pals fisting party in Augusta, GA.

It took almost a full day of flying before we arrived in Georgia only to find that the Waffle House had put a surcharge on eggs thanks to the unresolved wave of bird flu early in the 2nd Trump administration.

A unique stellar alignment meant that there were 7 planets arrayed across the sky for the first night of play. As such I regard the entire event as a satanic ritual dedicated to the alignment.

You can see Jupiter and uranus in this film of the sunset from that night, and maybe more in the stills.

So there was just time enough to put on my onesie and get ready for the party with Rubber Pig.

So we headed out to the bonfire and met Jared Erickson and Peach State lifter out there.

I wound up fisting Jared under the seven planet alignment by the campfire while chanting to our mutual patron the demon Asmodeus.

That night I Fisted: 14 times, Double fisted once, got to the elbow 3x then hit the maze where I Fucked four different strangers raw, jizzing in two of them. Respectable enough, but I did better the next day.

The following morning I woke up with some incredibly intense morning wood…

The kind of erection that makes it surprisingly difficult to pee…

Over the course of the second day I fisted over 16 full sessions, getting past the elbow on one guy and going full doubles on another 5 guys.

After sunset we all went back to the pig pen to play “spin the bottom” where a group of 6-9 tops all gathered around a bottom on a lazy susan, each punching the guy’s hole 3-5 times before passing him along. I participated in “punch, punch, pass” fisting for 3 different guys that night.

Overall, I fisted 32 times at Peach pals and barebacked 7 different guys.

I even got some pretty amazing footage of Las Vegas on the flight home.