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Hi guys and Sirs, My mentor helped me with a bucket list for my training. Here it is briefly.. Hooking up with guys 5+ not seeing pics first. (1 so far) Intergenerational 20+ years ✔️ Intergeneration 30+ years ✔️✔️ Interracial ✔️ Fisting Group 5+ Unmedicated HIV+ Men (21 different men for 2021) (4 VL men so far) ✔️✔️✔️✔️ Double penetrated Come out as a cumdump on social media (facebook) Find a colab with someone on OF Take first HIV test on Dec. 1st This is just a 5 month bucket list, Working on a 2022 bucket list. ✔️'s mean accomplished, ones without checks mean not done yet. Also open to stuff that isn't on the list, so if you can help let me know. I'm also supposed to get rid of all of my underwear, but because I live at home it wouldn't be easy to just empty my drawer, but I haven't worn any underwear for 3 weeks.

ANOTHER REAL EXPERIENCE – Quebecois Father and Son FF One of the kinkiest experiences I ever had took place at a Fisting Party on the Upper West Side a few years back. Jim, a guy I played with occasionally - but only when his very vanilla partner was out-of-town or occupied - asked if I would go to a leather party with him located near his place. He thought the scene might be a bit much for him alone, but that if I was along, he'd fit in better. Sounded good to me, so with some leather already on, we carted the rest over 3 blocks in our bags, we rang the apartment, and were greeted at the front door by the host, a guy I'd seen at some pnp get-together's before. Our host, Earl was a 40ish stocky, shaved black man, already in harness and ass-less chaps. (I should mention Jim is a tall, thin white guy, very pale with lots of dark hair all over and a long skinny cock). We stripped in a foyer and added some additional leather from our bags – I loaned Jim a vest, leather jockstrap, leather cockring and armbands, and a leather ball cap to go with his construction boots; while I was in chaps, codpiece, harness with chrome cockring, bicep bands on both arms, engineer boots and motorcycle cap. We passed through a blanket hung up like a curtain to enter the main part of the apartment. The main room was set up dungeon style, with two slings, a couple of weight benches, two rim seats and leather or rubber drop cloths over the floor and furniture. There were several lube stations complete with j-lube, crisco and elbow grease, and on a raised table at the far end of the room, several bongs and pipes already loaded. A sharps container rested below the table. Earl, our host had recognized me from other gatherings as well and told me to go get cloudy and “do your usual thing and help get these guys started”. I wondered if my friend Jim realized this was a party with a distinct focus on fisting? Fortunately, my nails were all trimmed. I looked around seeing about 6 or 7 men there already, all age groups, body types, and ethnicities. Jim spotted an old buddy he’d not played with in years and went over to chat. Two guys in latex gear I’d never seen before waved me over to the sheet covered sofa they were sitting on, indicating the large water-bong they were using. Smiling, I came over and they split apart so that I would sit between them. Handing me the pipe and the torch, a melted the product and took a huge hit, held it, then slowly released a huge cloud, one of the guys murmured “mon dieu” as I sighed “Thanks, I needed that…” I told them my name, and they introduced themselves as Claude and Didier. “A pleasure gentlemen, now who wants a shotgun?” The older one Claude didn’t get that but the younger Didier did and indicated his mouth. I took another big hit, held it while giving the pipe and torch to Claude and met Didier’s mouth and exhaled the hit to him while our tongues played a bit. Didier blew out the cloud then indicated Claude with his head, I turned and Claude was in the midst of drawing a large hit himself and with his finger indicated I should come closer, and passed me the smoke in a shotgun. A few more minutes of sharing and blowing clouds and a few more comments and I told them I had to ask two questions, and the indicated to go ahead. “First question. Quebecois?” as I looked back and forth between them, “Yes,” responded Claude, “most Americans would have gone for French first.” I said, “Nah, the accent is different, and you’re both taller than most Frenchmen.” “Second question?” asked Didier with a smirk, noticing how I kept looking from one to the other, obviously scrutinizing them and curious. Both were olive-skinned white guys with a tan, tall, with dark hair on their heads, in Didier’s beard, and nicely scattered on the parts of their bodies that weren’t covered by their matching latex singlets. Average bodies, not gym rats like I was at the time. Long fingered hands, large long feet. And most curious, both had green eyes. “Second question then,” I started. “You two look a lot alike. I mean REALLY a lot as if you were brothers, which would be hot enough to me, but the age difference is too much. Trust me, I won’t be freaked out, I’d be turned on, so how exactly ARE you two related? Or is the fact you look alike the greatest coincidence of all time?” Claude looked around a bit, half concerned, half amused and said simply: “I’m his father”. “Oh shit that’s hot…” I whispered. “Seriously?” They both nodded and laughed at my facial expression. “Damn that’s hot” I repeated. “Not everyone thinks so,” Didier responded as we all looked around “even in a situation like this.” They promised to tell me more after we’d played a bit – they wanted to double team me and I was more than happy. I told them I had to find out more about this, just as the host was passing out loaded points. I looked around to see if Jim was cool with everything and caught him getting his cough and holding his arm over his head after his old buddy slammed him. Jim winked and gave me the thumbs up then started snogging his friend. Earl reached us at that point and asked if I were bumping or pointing that night, remembering I was the guy who always had to drive home. “Didier’s a home health aid in Montreal, he’s really a good admin,” Earl indicated. Since I had a particularly long block of time to play with this event starting in late afternoon, I gsve a nod. Earl was right, Didier was quick and efficient, and I was still finishing my cough when I heard Claude’s similar reaction from doing himself behind me, followed by Didier’s own launching into the stratosphere. The three of us got into a hot make out session of rough 3-way kissing before the two of them each sunk their mouths onto my nips – Claude particularly was turned on by how big they were (or so it seemed from the things he was muttering as he sucked, bit and tongued them). Our hands were all roving all over each other – I was tweaking their nips, jerking their soft but very long cocks, and fingering their hot holes. I was in the center of the couch and both of them got on their haunches on either end of it, their faces meeting over my cock, which they proceeded to lick, kiss and suck, intermittently kissing each other and sucking the other’s tongue. Between watching an honest-to-God father and son share my cock while they made out, and the little blue wonder I’d taken earlier, my cock was rock hard shortly. While they blitzed out on cock sucking and kissing each other I was slipping my fingers into their two hungry holes. I stood up from the couch, and for a few minutes,one rimmed me while the other continued sucking me, and then they switched. Soon I was on the floor in front of the couch, the two of them together in the center with their touching legs overlapping, leaning back with legs raised and holes exposed. I went back and forth rimming one while fingering the other, then switching while spending a while as well on each of their long, uncut ‘saucissons’. For some reason, I found the Dad’s hairy hole a bit more exciting, and the son’s cock more compelling, though telling the difference was a bit tough, as Didier was truly a chip off the old block almost identical to his father Claude. Their cocks got only semi-hard and were mostly soft at this point, but they did get hard later in the event. Unlike most of the pnp parties I’ve been to before or since, this one was unusual in that guys either paired or trio-d up at the beginning and pretty much played with the same guy or guys for most of the evening – though cheered on and watched by the other groups. There was a bit of a “round robin” as all of us fisted the host as he lay back in one of the slings. Then the other sling was free and Claude, Didier and I moved over to use it. It was very hot, when Claude lay back in the sling while the thinner Didier, with the assistance of two solid blocks on either side of the center of the sling straddled his father with their cocks and chests rubbing against each other and two beautiful holes presented to me. For a few minutes, I fucked each of them, bending my knees to access dad, and up on my toes to access the son. Since this was a fisting party (much to Jim’s surprise apparently, though he seemed to be doing well over by the fuck bench, with his arm way up his buddy’s chute while sitting on a large dildo up his own hole. I started playing with both holes and worked on opening them up Didier hopped up to go get the bong while I worked his Dad’s inner paradise – he got handed a bottle of poppers from the guy in the next sling and took a huff as four of my lubed fingers spread and turned in his hole. Didier put the stem of the bong to Claude’s mouth as he took a huge hit and blew a few huge clouds. Then he brought it to me and held it (both my hands and forearms were covered with j-lube so I sure couldn’t hold it) and let me take some hits – he did a few shot-gunning his dad on the last one as Claude’s hole inhaled my whole hand past the wrist. Didier had put the bong back and returned, rimming me a bit as I worked his dad’s hole and using a vibrating plug on my hole. I worked Claude’s hole for a while, thrusting, turning pulling almost all the way out, and after a bit, Didier added a few of his fingers alongside my wrist inside his dad. Claude needed to break, and after we checked that no one was waiting for it, Didier got in the sling. Started the same, opening him up, Claude brought the pipe, we all clouded while I used my fingers to stretch the kid’s fuck-hole. A hit of poppers and my hand shot in. Claude sucked my cock and played with my ass as I got further into his son’s core. Eventually he got on all fours under the sling and with me kneeling on the pillow while working his son’s hole, Claude backed on to my cock. I fucked him (gently to be fair) until Didier started demanding I pound them both. The fisting and the fucking got more energetic, I even got some punch fucking of Didier in before a break was called. We all went to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and they began to tell me their story (which I was DYING to know). As they spun their tale to me, we finished washing up and headed back to the couch with a newly refilled bong. I had wondered how this all started and who approached who. It seems son had approached father – seems Claude’s wife and Didier’s mother had started being distant and abusive to Claude and was diagnosed with Early On-set Alzheimer’s. This was 5 years prior when Didier was 19, and Claude 41. Claude was thrust into care-giver mode, and his sex life dwindled to zero, while his libido was still quite healthy leaving him horny and depressed. He was, however, still faithful to his wife and thought a mistress or a prostitute wouldn’t be right, even though his wife could no longer return his feelings. Meanwhile, at McGill his son had discovered the joys of not only gay sex, but gay chem sex. He also saw how miserable, lonely and depressed his father was. Claude had even brought up to Didier when he was visiting home one night after they’d had a few beers, that he was so horny but could not imagine cheating on his wife with another woman. That hatched a plan in Didier’s head. Reminding his father that he needed to break sometime, he got his Claude to hire an Aide for an entire four-day weekend while he went downtown and visited his son in his apartment at McGill. Utilizing the sports therapy massage skills he was already learning – plus a judicious use of some G in a sports drink, Didier got his father in a very relaxed, horny and calm mood. “You roofied your Father?” I burst out. Claude shushed me and told his son to continue. While massaging his recumbent naked father, Didier not only came out to him, but proposed that he would be happy to be the solution to his father’s sexual dilemma – not being female, he suggested that’s not really cheating. Between the G and the skin-to-skin contact and Claude’s overwhelming horniness, he told his son he could see some logic in that, but really wasn’t sure. Assuring that he had ways to help Claude decide, Didier pulled out a glass pipe, filled it with tina, and popped some bareback gay and bi porn on the TV and computer. Even though Claude claims he never really thought about or fantasized about having sex with men, the seduction worked. Soon son was blowing his dad and getting fucked by him and as more time and T went by that weekend, Claude started sucking his son and being fucked himself. He totally fell for chemmed gay sex, and by the end of the weekend a couple of Didier’s buddies had joined in. After that, Didier came home at least a couple of times a week – and since his Dad was already sleeping in his son’s room so the Aides could take care of his wife in the master bedroom, it didn’t arouse much suspicion when Didier and Claude would spend the night together in the same room, and though they also got high frequently, the did their best to keep it really quiet! Eventually the wife lost all memory and abilities and was moved to an institution for round the clock care, at which point Claude moved into Didier’s apartment which was closer to the extended care hospital than his original home, and allowed father and son to continue exploring their pnp limits. Both of the men being ass-infatuated, fisting naturally followed. Though both were versatile, both actually preferred bottoming, Claude even more so than Didier. Depending on the gay crowd you were with, they were either the scandal or the darlings of Montreal. Having hydrated, cleaned up and re-upping our high, we blew a few last clouds and got back to hole play. They got on their knees on the couch and we did a “Chariot Race” with me having an arm up each ass, fisting them simultaneously while they kissed and made out like crazy. One would fist the other while I either fucked them from behind, or fisted them, and again, they’d switch. I was fucked by both of them when they got hard finally and they helped me open my hole with toys, fingers, plugs and an anal pump. We’d break and shower off a bit, then return to the party room to have a rim circle and blow a few clouds. After they each slammed again, I was able to fist fuck Didier with two hands, then pulled one out as his father put his hand in with mine. I did the same with Claude, only with him I could have both hands in and Didier slipped one of his part way in as well. Astonishing… especially when Didier whispered in my ear “and to think, not long ago that chempig was a straight married guy… technically STILL married”. I almost shot hearing that! We played for 11 hours and I had to get going, thanking our host many times and offering to kick in for the favors, which he refused. I bid farewell to my hot Quebecois pervs, hoping I’d see them again (never did, unfortunately). Jim walked me out as he was heading home as well. He was really glad he came but didn’t think he’d do it again – he thought he “went too far” and was concerned if he did this too much, sex with his vanilla partner would pale too much. And, he added, it was a bit too much for his own limits. “Were those guys you were with REALLY father and son?” he asked. I nodded, “yeah on one break they took out their passports, they sure were.” “I don’t know,” Jim replied. “That’s kinda hot, and kinda sick to me… I guess I’m just not as debauched as you are…” I gave him an elbow to his ribs and hopped in my car, parked in front of his place on W85th. “Nah,” I said as we both laughed and he headed to his building. “But you WANT to be!”

Hi everyone, just an update. I'm completely vaccinated and since things are getting back to being sleazier around here, more guys are willing to hook up, which is great. Been dealing with some stuff at home, my family saw an anti-condom post I put on facebook, but that's being dealt with and I'm not ashamed. I'm seeing a great Mentor. We're not an exclusive couple, so feel free to fuck me if you want. He's really great at teaching me to be more obedient, sleazier 🙂 I'm still untested for HIV but pretty sure like 99% sure I'm poz. People ask why I'm not tested and it's mainly because my Mentor is detectable and if I get tested it would take the specialness of our insemination sessions together. I also have a chat group that's kinda a support group for subs like me under 21 that can't go to the bars. It's kind of a network to help us deal with issues like discrimination, stigmas and negativity concerning being chasers or just bareback only subs. If you're under 21 and feel alone or working through the acceptance of being a bb sub hmu. I'm still working through the issues of becoming more out and public about being a sub/cumdump/chaser, also with dating much older men, but have made some progress thanks to my Mentor. Peace everyone! Sub slave Eric. w1ckr fuckboyeric

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 afternoon. The parking lot, while not packed, held more cars than I expected. We went in and paid. The straight theatre was fairly full. Men were scattered around the dim room—but no one was doing anything. I smiled at Don, a veteran bookstore cocksucker. He grinned and nodded. I sat in a chair down near the television and unbuttoned my pants… My cock springs out of my jock. I am wearing a dirty white pouch that will eventually be sent halfway around the world. The smell of piss and cum fills my nostrils and makes my cock start to drool. I have worn it for Don—knowing he loves the heady smell of it. The movie is good. I stroke. The man across the aisle takes his dick out, too. He nods to me. I take my hand away and show him my rampant cock. He shows me his regulation 6 incher. I smile—and he gets up. He kneels between my splayed legs. He looks at it for a moment, inhaling the jock, before he begins to bob up and down on my dick. I turn and look over my shoulder to the back wall where I left Don. He comes closer and sits in the chair the man vacated. His eyes are large as he watches the guy go to work on my dick. The man is good, but I want more. I motion for Don to come over. He stands up. “Lick my balls,” I grunt out to my cock sucker. He goes for the hairy orbs. I pull Don down to suck my dick. The two simultaneous mouths feel wonderful. The man on my balls is not upset at all by my roping in another—he works harder to make me feel good. Both men are totally into pleasing me orally. At one point they pause to kiss, before leaving my balls and taking alternate turns on my pre-cumming cock. Don eventually worms his way under the man on the floor to suck his cock, as the guy sucks me. The first guy finally has to get off his knees. He thanks me and excuses himself. Don has all eyes on him now as he sucks my dick. Another man, younger and hot, has taken the chair across from us and is even stroking. I make eye contact with him and offer him Don’s mouth. He holds up his hand, indicating he just wants to watch. Don takes his cue—and makes a show of loudly slurping on my cock; on taking it so deep it chokes him; of making countless deep groans in the back of his throat when I choose to stand up and face fuck him. The sexual temperature of the room is hot and intense. But no one wants to join us. They watch—and the cute guy jerks. We finally pause, take a piss break and go into the gay cinema. The first thing we see is the nicely hung cute guy getting head. I can’t see who is on the floor in front of him. I stand beside him and Don goes back down on me. Now I can see it is a good looking Hispanic young man I have often seen here. He is sucking for all he’s worth—and stroking his small uncut dick as he gives oral service. Suddenly he shoots all over the floor. He unceremoniously just stops and leaves. I nudge Don to suck the younger guy. Now, in the darker room, and having been warmed up by a younger guy, he lets Don take him. I watch his face. He obviously is enjoying Don’s skills. I move behind Don. I kneel. He feels what I am doing and moves to a crouching position, never taking his mouth off the hot man. I pull down his khakis bury my face in his jock framed ass. “Eat him out, man,” breathes the cute guy. “Lick his hole while he sucks my dick.” I eat him out, slathering in vast amounts of spittle to make for the coming fuck. I stand up. I slap my hard cock on Don’s upturned ass. “Fuck him,” the guy whispers. I slide right in. “Oh, yeah. Fuck him raw.” I start slowly—but build fast. My thrusts are helping Don take the dick deeper into his throat. I pull out to show the guy my dripping cock and push it right back in. Don is in spit roast heaven. He is groaning around the dick in his mouth. I fuck some more and pull out. “You should take a turn up his ass.” “I don’t know…” “Do it,” I urge. “He’s great.” Don comes up off his dick and leans against the back of a chair, invitingly. I want to suck the guy’s dick but I don’t. The young guy hesitates a millisecond, then walks the few steps to Don’s ass. He doesn’t fuck him…he falls to his knees and begins eating out the freshly fucked hole. “Fuck…I can taste your cock,” he mumbles into Don’s hole. He is jerking himself as he chows down. I move around and feed my cock to Don. “Taste your ass, man. Clean me good.” The kid is really jerking now as he drills his tongue deeper and deeper into Don. And he’s suddenly there. He stands and fires a massive load all over Don’s butt. Some pools in the small of Don’s back, while some clings to the hairs of his wet ass crack. “Let me push that into him.” I take the guy’s place. He stands aside, his cock still dripping, his eyes riveted on my dick as I mop up his seed and fuck it into Don. “You are so…nasty.” But he likes it. His cock has never gone down. “Let me clean you,” pants Don. The guy moves to Don’s mouth as I begin to fuck with his load as lube. “So hot…” And he begins fucking Don’s mouth in time with my strokes in his ass. I build. He builds. “I’m gonna shoot,” I tell him. “Me, too!” Mine happens first. I fire off a good three day load deep into Don. Seeing me shoot, makes him cum again. Don takes every drop. I stand still until the guy’s balls are empty—and he is truly shaking from the force of back to back orgasms. I kneel and make eye contact with the young man. My tongue snakes into Don’s wet hole and finds a huge dollop of our mixed loads. I swallow it down. The next one I share with Don in a deep kiss… I am catching Breeding Zone up on the full posts I have made on the official blog during this odd time. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/06/whoring-out-don.html