From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition

Fukdto: The Grand Finale

Toronto—March, 2020 (This picks up right after the last post. And is a fitting conclusion to my 5 or so hours of fucking and felching....) I find Kevin in a sling in the upstairs area. The small area is actually deserted save for a blow job happening by the other vacant sling. From the look of his hole, Kevin has been busy all night. It is gaping slightly and the ass lips are tremendously puffy. I kneel and massage them with my tongue. He groans and hits the poppers. I stick my

July 6, 2021

Fukdto: Asses at the Gloryhole

Toronto—March, 2020 (This picks up immediately after the last post.) “Please, will you a fuck a friend of mine?” I nod and Alexandros leads the way to the glory hole wall. Two asses are displayed in the side by side glory holes, their legs in the chains attached to the wall. The first it a meaty, hairy bear ass. A young Asian is fucking it hard—and panting. The other ass is younger, flatter and smooth. Alexandros nods toward him. “Jimmy has never tried the wall before.” I k

July 4, 2021

Fukdto: Fucking Dolf and Friends

Toronto—March, 2020 (This picks up immediately after the last post) Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug. “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…” We kiss lightly and then he bends to sample my rampant, engorged rod, fresh from Alexandros’ hole. Dolf grunts his approval as he takes me deep into his throat. His tongue gets busy as he slowly pulls off it. He leaves my dick good and wet—as he leads me to a fuck bench that I hadn’t noticed behind us in a lit

July 3, 2021

Fukdto: Getting Started

My last play, before the Covid lockdown stopped me having sex, was the final Fukdto gathering in Toronto with Dolf Dietrich. At least I went out with a bang. A really big bang. Toronto—March, 2020 “Are you sure they are even going to be open?” I am sitting in my car at the customs terminal, having just crossed the Blue Water Bridge on Saturday, March 14. I have told the rather hunky man in uniform that I am headed to a private viewing in downtown Toronto. An ar

July 2, 2021

Bathhouse

The Holes of CumUnion

Grand Rapids, MI—March, 2020 (This picks up right where ‘Opening His Hole Inch By Inch’ left off.) We have stopped for coffee and a light snack—and we take it out to the truck. We have about an hour’s trip ahead of us. I sip the hot liquid gratefully. It’s a chilly night. We eat. We talk. We love to compare notes on men we have both fucked. The coffee kicks in just as we reach the city limits. I am ready to fuck. And I really need to piss. Check in is fast. I

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July 1, 2021

Fuck Buds

Opening His Hole Inch By Inch

Lansing—March, 2020 The top man with who I love to share hole—often at a Michigan campground—wrote me. Work was getting him down. Prepping for the pandemic, which he knew would come to Michigan any day now, was exhausting him. He needed release. He needed me. But not to fuck alongside him. He wanted my dick. Inside him. To fuck his hole. This was not altogether new. We had tried it once before. BB. That’s not Bare Back—but Before Blog. It had been that long ago when I had

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June 30, 2021

Whoring Out Don

Near Home—March, 2020 Well, I am back to writing up the first of the three encounters I had in March before we locked down. (I still haven’t figured out how I am breaking the TWELVE WEEKS of no sex, but I’m working on it.) At the top of March, Don came to my place without his partner Reid. We thought about just using the sling—but while we talked, we realized that we both wanted to involve others. We got in my car and headed to the bookstore closest to me. It was a warm spring aft

June 29, 2021

History

The Masked Marine

So with Covid--and me being very careful until I could figure out how to play--I didn't have a lot to write up. I did some reposts. I did some equipment closeups of the toys and hardware in my playroom. And I dipped back into time. Here's one of those. And a warning. I was still using condoms... Near Home—September. 1997(?) As it is Memorial Day here in the United States, I looked for a post about a marine I knew. This was a hook up that I had long before I was doing th

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June 27, 2021

House Party

Fuck Party: Loading Zane

Chicago—February, 2020 The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again. There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates. Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings. And indeed they did. The entire house was converted to play areas. We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed. The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom. I help

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October 24, 2020

Kink At the Bookstore: Hours 4 & 5

Lansing—February, 2020 (This picks up right where the last post left off…) I need to stretch my legs after sucking the load out of the man with porn on his phone. I walk the length of the building to the big screen gay area. I sit in the shadows against the back wall and take my cock out. I take a long drink from my water bottle—for a moment it brings the taste of the last man’s cum to life before it washes it all away. My cock stands back up—and I lean back in my chair, shutting m

October 21, 2020

Kink At the Bookstore: Hours 2 & 3

Lansing—February, 2020 (This picks up right where the last post left off…) As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I roll over and grab my sock. My toes are still very wet. There is a roll of paper towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of sheets. As I sit and dry my foot, a series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt for cock or ass. Once fully dressed again, I go out looking myself.

October 17, 2020

Kink At the Bookstore: Hour 1

Lansing—February, 2020 Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month. By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event. I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore. I was there for just under five hours. I arrive right after lunch. The parking lot is nicely full. I am buzzed into the dar

October 15, 2020

Spit Roasting Braydon

Near Home—February, 2020 Braydon is the young cub who I met and bred at the bookstore last fall. He was so much fun I suggested he come to the playroom the next day to be fucked by both Don and Reid. (Those exploits are here and here.) Braydon wanted another meet right after that—but I was off to Indiana to work until the end of the year. Once home, we tried again. He had a new job, so he had a much fuller schedule and I had all that business travel to Memphis. We finally aligned

May 12, 2020

Eleven Man Orgy

Grand Rapids—February, 2020 The weekend after I came home from my wonderful Chicago meet with Zane, I was ready to play again. A good thing too, for it was the monthly group sex meet to the north of me. Don and Reid, the couple who has gone from Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell hook ups to playing together as a couple, had heard me talk about this group. They hoped I might get them invited. So I wrote the host—including the magic words: “And the top has a bigger cock than I do.” We got the inv

May 2, 2020

Tongue, Pits and Ass: Two Scent Pigs Rut

Chicago—February, 2020 I met Zane last May at the Cum Union during IML. Here is a snippet from that post about that meet: Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf. I go over. He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole. He is dripping with load. I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him. “Can you taste how busy I’ve been?” he asks. I grunt something affirmative and drill

April 19, 2020

Making a Devil's Dick

This post is a picture post, so it is hard to transfer here. It is step by step of how to make a devil's dick with all that cum you waste as you jerk off. There are pictures. There is video. Follow this link for all of that: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/making-devils-dick.html

April 16, 2020

Straight, But Open...

Eastern Illinois—February, 2020 I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis. The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed. I had plans: I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole. I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day. So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract. I had neve

April 2, 2020

Bad Behavior at the Bookstore

Memphis, TN—February, 2020 My annual trip to Memphis arrived at the top of month. Once again I drove and opted to do it in two days. The first day coincided with a snow storm. It waited until the last hour, but it made me crawl over fast filling roads to the motel. I had chosen the town for it had a bookstore I hoped to play in—well, the weather made sure that was not going to happen. The snow tapered down in the night and roads were plowed by the morning. I waited until the sun

March 29, 2020

"Swallow My Load, Too"

Rural Kentucky—February, 2020 Sometimes after great sex I am totally sated. Sometimes great sex merely flips a switch and makes me want more. I was sated as I hit the road home to Michigan after fucking Seamus and breeding the Professor. However as the miles slipped by, I kept playing over the scenes from the night before. I became aroused. By the middle of Kentucky, I pulled off the highway and took the exit to an adult bookstore. This place is, I think, the only business which

March 26, 2020

Seamus and the Professor

Nashville—January, 2020 The Professor wrote me. He was excited to tell me he had been talking to pornster Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting. Another meeting, actually. The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times. And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south? How could I say no? I went as far as Indy the day before. I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic. There were two other men