Jump to content
  • entries
    424
  • comments
    330
  • views
    30,638

About this blog

I have been writing about my sexual adventures since 2011.  

I write the truth.  Names are changed....except for a few men who know I write and ask me to use their real name or a screen name. 

It is always how it happened:  the good, the bad, the weird, the crazy, the explosive. 

Some entries have pictures.  A few have some video attached.

My format here is certainly to link you to the actual site.  There are over a 1000 entries now--fucking, sucking, felching, fisting, watersports, leather....

Just the way I have sex and glory in it...

Patrick and Me.JPG

Entries in this blog

The Kid With the Big Cock

Near Home—March, 2022 Friday night.  I was horned. I had thought about little else all day.  I grabbed the reins and my cock led me to the local bookstore, drooling all the way…   The gay theatre is empty.  I check the straight one.  Surprise.  There are half a dozen men here watching multiple-guys-on-one-girl porn.   The cocksucker’s chair is filled—literally.  A very heavy man is sitting there.  He currently has no takers.  But guys are stroking—or squeezing dick

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

The Horse Market at CLAW

Cleveland—April, 2023 It was time for CLAW—Cleveland’s Leather Weekend.  But this year, I knew I wouldn’t be there for long.  With the contract I was working on (and a command to show up to the family Easter dinner) I had limited time away.  I chose to do the Horse Market, stay the night and perhaps play a little in the afternoon on Saturday before coming home.  Well, in the end the Horse Market satiated me completely.  If you have not heard of the Market, here is some background, from

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Leather Weekend

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

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bathhouse

The Ginger Bear Takes (almost) the Entire Shelf of Toys

My Playroom—January, 2021   I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure.  All was fine.  I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom.  I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo.  But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house. He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fisting

The Daddies and the Voyeur

Indianapolis—December, 2019 I wasn’t planning on going back to either of the bathhouses on this day off.  But the Bearded Blond Boy sent me a text.  He’d claimed me as his daddy for the duration of my stay in the Indy area.  He was horny and wanted my dick in his mouth and my tongue in his ass.  I said yes.  It felt so much easier than finding someone new online.   We arranged a time…and I went early.   The steam room is crowded.  The steam cycle has just finished so it’s slow goi

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

The Couple at CumUnion

Indianapolis—July, 2022 I accepted a contract to do some work in Indiana for the month of July.  The first week there was intense and I had absolutely no time to even think about playing—until I suddenly did.  The powers that be decided to give us Saturday night off.  I couldn’t believe it—it was the night of CumUnion at the smaller bathhouse in Indianapolis.  I cleaned up and got in the car.  I tried to convince Keshawn to meet me there, but he had other plans.  I got a locker in the

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bathhouse

The Continued Corruption of Cute Boy

Near Home—October, 2021 I finally returned to my usual bookstore for my first play of October.  It was fairly dead. But it still merits an entry for the continued corruption of Cute Boy—getting him to play in public and not locked away from other’s eyes.  (If you need to read the earlier entry, you will find it here.)   The porn in the gay cinema is the hottest I have seen here for quite some time.  It has a slightly harder edge to it—lots of ass to mouth, cum in the ass, cleaning

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

The Centerpiece of the Party

Grand Rapids—January, 2020 I got home easily, if slightly tired, after my repeated late nights in Canada and the lengthy drive.  I rested up for a day—and headed north on the weekend.  Saturday was the monthly meeting of the bareback orgy group. I remembered to toss the rimseat in the car as requested. I was among the first there.  I set it up in the bedroom, now converted to playroom.  It went in the corner, so it was out of the way—and so you still had access to the leather covered b

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

The Bookstore: Hot, But Sweet

Near Home—April, 2021 The next encounter I had was with Ross and his amazing rosebud.  As much as I love playing with him, our scene was almost act for act as the one just a few posts ago—so I am not going to write it up again.  The only real change was his feeding me his rosebud from the sling and not on the rimseat. Towards the end of the month, with both my Moderna vaccinations under my belt, I ventured back, for the first time, to the bookstore nearest me.  I had avoided the smalle

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

The Bookstore Welcomes Me Back

Near Home—April, 2023   If there was a silver lining to being off the sex market for a time, it was that it coincided with a heavy work load for a contract I had accepted.  I wouldn’t have had the time or energy to play much anyway during the time the meds were taking care of things.  Once they were done (and a week to let them fully work) I finally went in search of some fun…   The parking lot of the bookstore closest to me is fairly full for a Saturday afternoon.  I buy my

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

The Bear in the Middle

Near Home—January, 2023 Another day (mid-month).  Another day at the bookstore.   It is just after lunchtime as I park.  There are more cars than usual filling the lot.  A good sign?  Who knows?  I go in, exchange pleasantries with the clerk, go off to piss and finally walk into the straight theatre.  A few men are scattered around the room.  All attention is on the video, not each other.  I sit to the side and unbutton.  The porn is good.  DP anal here on the straight side. 

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Texting for Ass

Northern Indiana—June, 2021 At the very end of June, I was due to start my second contract of the summer.  On my way there, I made a point to overnight near the bookstore in Indiana where I have had the most fun.  I had not been there for over a year with the lockdown.  The set-up had not changed at all in the booths with the (low) gloryholes.  Across the lobby, the big screen television room had removed most of the seating.  Now two benches were there—on opposite sides of the room.  I star

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Testing His Limits

Near Home—August, 2019 Work went back to its usual hectic summer pace.  I could never again arrange my schedule to get away for a Sunday afternoon session as I did in the last post.  The next Friday night, my usual, brought a dismal time.  I did get a little head and gave some in return, but every time I started something, a young, gorgeous Black man would find us, strip down and jerk himself.  He showed off his glorious ass, his large-ish cock—and would not let anyone touch him.   But ever

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

Taking Turns at the Sling

Lansing—March, 2024 After the mutual oral play at the bookstore, I was left wanting more.  A lot more.  The next day was Saturday.  I had not been to the bookstore-that-is-almost-a-bathhouse in quite some time.  I thought it was likely to be far busier than my local bookstore.  I drove north and arrived in the early afternoon…   I am sitting watching porn.  Stroking.  I have locked my winter jacket in one of the lockers available to those who bring a padlock.  I have made a tour o

Tables Turned

Near Home—December, 2023 I needed my cock sucked.  I wanted to just sit back, watch some porn and let the regulars at the bookstore get their fill of my dick.  It was a Tuesday, a day I’d learned I could depend on finding who I needed… Another in the category of ‘Man plans and God laughs…’   I walk into the straight theatre.  The man I have christened The Voyeur is waving his very hard, very black cock in front of someone’s face.  I assume I have just interrupted a blow job i

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Stringing Up Jake

My Playroom—February, 2022 Jake, the man who takes my fist with ease and likes to have his balls manhandled, suddenly had time for a play session. My calendar was freer than usual.  On the last Saturday of the month he arrived with his bag of tricks…   I send Jake downstairs to the playroom so I can get out of my jeans and get my boots back on upstairs in my bedroom.  I go down in my robe with a fairly clean white jock holding the goods.  Jake is naked.  And ready. He sits on

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

Stretching Jamie's Hole

My Playroom—August, 2023   Jamie, the man who had found my blog and then reached out, calling me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth,’ was finally wanting to come back to the playroom.  He wanted to be used hard.  I knew he desired toys and hand, not just my cock.   We agreed on a date, in the first full week of August…   Jamie is horned.  He is totally naked by the time I get down to the playroom.  There is no oral sex today for me.  He is up on the fuckbench.  Waiting.  He is a man sl

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fisting

Stretching Derrick

West Michigan—January, 2023 I have known Derrick for around 20 years.  I can’t say that about too many of my sex partners.  I think we met at a sex party.  (Surprise!)  This was long before Jacob was in his life.  We played there.  We played at his house a few times…and drifted apart for a bit.  It was Derrick who reached out to me once he was partnered.  Jacob loved assplay and was wanting to explore fisting and Derrick’s hands were too big.  Could I help—with my smaller, flexible han

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

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

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

Still Looking

Jackson—August, 2023 After the very mixed bag of sex that I wrote about in the last post, I was still wanting to get off before the big house party.  The very next day, I went to the bookstore with the remodel—hoping to find the release I needed…   I arrive right around 11:30 am.  I like the lunch crowd here (and I’ve packed mine into the cooler for later.)  The parking lot has a few scattered cars in it.  Two of them have men sitting in them—waiting to see who goes in.  I walk pa

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Spit Shine: Wel-cum to Ontario, Part IV

Toronto—December, 2019 I suppose, no matter what kind of sexual adventure I had after such a great Fukdto (and using Parker so completely) it would pale in comparison. Well, it did.  Though it had its moments… We began chatting a hook up site, long before I arrived in Canada.  Ted was from northern Canada and would be in town at the same time.  I knew he was around my age.  The pictures he opened confirmed that.  He liked the sound of the things I did. “Do you like having your boo

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

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

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser

So Full

North of Me—August, 2022   The last time Ross and I met we vowed we had to meet more often.  But it never seems to happen.  We both lead very busy lives that makes scheduling playtime hard.  The good news is that the wait is always worth it.  In the middle of August, I packed the sling and went to visit the man with the large, delectable rosebud…   I set up the sling in the bedroom while Ross melts some coconut oil for lube.  He also has a container of J-Lube.  I lay out

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

So Close...

Jackson—October, 2021 The ass of the guy in the Tiger’s jersey kept me satisfied for almost a week.  On Friday, I went to the sprawling bookstore with different areas for different genres of porn.  I arrived around noon…   There are men sprinkled throughout the various viewing areas.  Perhaps half a dozen.  Some are stroking.  Some are groping themselves.  One is asleep.  I go through the larger gay area and settle into the smaller alcove there with its own large screen television

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Bookstore

Side by Side Slings

West Michigan—September, 2020 I didn’t play for 20 days after the fourway, detailed in ‘A Quartet of Cum.’  I waited.  I was fine. I used my down time to begin to pack the house.  And to check in with some fuck buds.  If anything good came out of this time, it was that I found men I had not been in touch with for months.  I dropped them a line on the hook up sites.  Or wrote them a long email.  Or sent them a series of texts.  The men I really knew, to a man, were being

FelchingPisser

FelchingPisser in Fuck Buds

×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, and Guidelines. We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.