Lost count after 25, so maybe ... 27? 30? On a Friday night in a bar named Rawhide in New Orleans wearing nothing but jeans, cowboy boots. Bar was packed. 10 pm - 5 am. Crowd changed after 2 am from clean, professional gay tourists to local New Orleans blacks. I didn't stop. If they asked, "Where do you want it?" I begged, "Cum on my face and my tits." I let it accumulate in my beard till my beard couldn't hold it anymore; there was a trail of cocksnot from my beard to my bellybutton, which overflowed. I undid my jeans, let em slide off my ass, so the trail of cocksnot eventually seeped down to my pubes. (Yes, 5-6 guys took the hint and fucked me right there in the bar, in front of everybody. I didn't turn around to see what they looked like.) I took breaks, walked thru packed bar, stood in line, ordered beers... with little ropes of cocksnot hanging off my beard. Finally had to walk 10 blocks back to my hotel, thru marble hotel lobby, past night clerks.
Of course, I went back Sat. afternoon, Sat. night, Sun. afternoon, Sun. night. Repeated my performance. That meant walking thru hotel lobby at 6 pm with loads caked in my beard ... as a nice church youth group was exiting to go dinner.