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  1. FelchingPisser
    I have been cleaning and organizing.  I opened the picture files from the photo shoot I did with an acquaintance (who told me he had worked for Colt.)  I was surprised at how many pictures I have never used on here. 
     
     
    For the rest of the pics and the commentary, follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/photo-shoot-outtakes.html
  2. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—October, 2019
    I needed a session with Derrick and Jacob.  I would be out of Michigan for all of November and December and needed one of our long involved fuckfests to tide me over.  To change things up a little, I packed my wrist and ankle restraints with the hog tie clip.  I had used them on Jacob (who loved them) when we played without Derrick. If you missed the post, it is here.  On that occasion we had sent him pictures as I used his boy.  This time he could take the pictures…
     
    I am sitting naked but for a clean yellow jock and boots on the couch in the study.  I watch the slide show of hot leather men doing incredibly nasty things to each other.  My pouch fills as my cock plumps.  Jacob arrives back with my bag from where I left it when I stripped.  I think he guesses what I have in it.  He kneels as I fish the leather restraints out of the bag.  I put the first on his wrist.  I can sense the shiver of anticipation.  Derrick comes back with water for me and nods in appreciation as I do up the buckle on the other wrist.  Jacob stands and I kneel to fasten the leather around his two ankles.
    Jacob is naked today but for a leather harness—and now the restraints I’ve added.  I sit back down.  He kneels.  Derrick sits next to me and Jacob begins sucking our dicks.  Back and forth.  Waiting to be guided by one hand or the other.  Sometimes I push him over to Derrick.  Or Derrick nudges him back to me.  Occasionally Derrick will bend and suck me himself as his boy sucks his dick.
    Jacob is moaning as he deep throats Derrick.  I slip off the couch and pull his hips up so I can tongue his ass as he continues sucking.  His hole opens at the first touch of my tongue.  I spit and lick, leaving vast quantities of saliva in him.  I am so ready to slide into him.  So I do.  To the hilt.  Every fucking inch of my engorged cock disappears into his hot ass.  I know to hold for at least ten seconds to let his hole open where my tongue can’t reach.  His head arches back, off of Derrick.  He takes a deep breath, grunts and takes Derrick back into his mouth.  And I begin fucking.
    I fuck him hard.  I fuck him into Derrick.  Derrick reaches down and spreads the cheeks of his boy to let me get that last millimeter of dick into him.
    “Let’s get you trussed up.” 
    The bench is pulled out.  Jacob lies on his back on it as I clip the hogtie onto the D ring on each restraint.  It brings his legs and arms in my control.  I press down and his ass tilts up for me to fuck.  Derrick takes pictures. 
    PIC: Second six.
    And the sticks his dick in Jacob’s mouth.  This makes me fuck harder.
    We switch and Derrick goes up his ass.
    We give the boy and break.  But after only a few minutes, we spit roast him as he stands up and bends.  It becomes slightly acrobatic…
    PIC 1, 2, 3
    We go down to the playroom.  We use the hogtie on him for a moment in the sling.  Then we clip his arms way above his head on the sling chains.  I make sure the stirrups are tight.  The boy loves to feel helpless.  We get so into taking turns fucking his ass we forget about the camera. 
    And then our hands become too greasy to touch it.
    I slather up my left hand.  It replaces my cock in Jacob’s ass with very little extra stretching.  I slide in my hand.  Then my cock.  I fuck him with my fist.  I fuck him with my cock.  Just once I let my cock slide down my wrist and fuck him with both.  His eyes are glued to the mirror above the sling as he watches himself take both at the same time.
    My hand is making him piss himself.  Each time he warns me—and I bend over him and slurp it up.  Finally Jacob calls for a rest.  The moment he can stand, rather unsteadily, he tells me he has more piss.  I kneel and he finally empties his bladder down my throat.
    This is a picture post.  I have their permission to use the pics on my own blog.  Follow the link for them and so much more as we played:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/my-sunday-afternoon-jacob-hogtied.html
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    My Playroom—October, 2019
     
    After I shot my load in Braydon at the bookstore, (see the last entry, here) we sat together for a bit in the gay cinema.  He kept licking my spent cock—making sure I needed no other clean up before I pushed it all back into the stained white jock.  I told him that I was looking for another bottom for this couple I had coming over the next day.   Would he be interested?  Then I added the words…”And the top’s cock is even bigger than mine.”
    He agreed.  We exchanged numbers and I was pretty sure, after giving him my home info later that night, he’d actually show up. 
    And he did.  Moments after Don and Reid arrived.
    Reid took one look at him and nodded to me across the room— I had selected a cub he wanted to breed.
    Off we went upstairs to strip down…
     
    Reid is as tall and spare as I am.  His heavy cock is already getting hard as he looks at Braydon’s hairy ass framed by his blue jock.  Don, slightly cubby himself, likes the look of Braydon, too.  He especially loves the look of lust on his boyfriend’s face for the new man.  Braydon goes to his knees and sucks Reid into his mouth.  I lean on the fuck bench and point to the floor between my boots.  Don is right there—giving me great head.  I stop him occasionally so he can watch Braydon try to keep up with the thickening of Reid’s dick.  Reid is not particularly longer than me—but his super thickness makes his dick a true challenge.
    Soon I stand up and move next to Reid.  Don follows and continues sucking.  But now I can nudge him over so he can lick his partner’s balls as Braydon strains to take Reid down his throat.  I kneel and begin feeling up Don’s hole.  It is damp and he flowers open at my touch.  I let him share a kiss with Braydon—one that just happens to have Reid’s erect cock between them—before I tell him to get on the fuck bench.
    He does—and I bury my face in his hairy crack.  I can see in the mirror in front of me that Reid has led Braydon to the bed.  He gets the boy on all fours.  Now we are eating ass simultaneously.  I get almost as turned on from spying on Reid in the mirror as I do from the hot hole on my tongue.
    We stand up at the same time.  Our cocks begin to push into the hole in front of us.  I bottom out first.  Reid is going incredibly slowly to let Braydon huff more poppers.  I slap Don’s ass and begin to fuck.  This spurs Reid to begin a slow stroke in and out of Braydon.
    We fuck a long time.  I pull out regularly and have Don clean my dick.  He loves ass to mouth.  And while he does it I can watch the other pair.  Reid is now fucking him hard.  So hard I fear he might cum—but he doesn’t yet.  I fuck Don a little longer on the bench, then move him to the sling.  Reid pulls out of his boy panting.  Braydon stretches and comes over to watch me fuck Don.  Then he gets on the fuck bench, showing his wet ass off to Reid.  And in moments he has it filled again with Reid’s thick slab of prime cock.
    We fuck.
    “Let’s switch,” I suggest to Reid.  We do.  I eat the hole Reid has just been fucking.  I can taste his leaked pre-cum.  It makes my cock drool.  I stand up and fuck Braydon harder than anytime at the bookstore.  Don is groaning.  His eyes, some moments, are laser focused on his partner as his ass is cleaved and then his head will turn just slightly and he can watch me rail Braydon.
    “Put Braydon in the sling,” suggests Don.
    Braydon gets in---and the two tops begin alternating on his ass as Don is sucked by him.  I start off.  Reid loves to watch me and comments on what a hot ass I got for him.  He strokes, watching every thrust of my dick.  Then it’s his turn to fuck.  Don is so turned on he takes a turn fucking Braydon, too.  I am now in Braydon’s mouth and say, so he can barely hear me… “Three dicks in 30 minutes, whore…”  Braydon nods happily and redoubles his work on my cock.
    We rotate back to me in Braydon’s ass.  He is incredibly wet at this point.  Reid stands to the side and watches me go from rimming to fucking.
    “Fuck!!” Reid steps forward and shoots a massive load all over Braydon’s face.  Some goes in his mouth.  I mop up some and smear it on my cock so he’ll have some in his ass, too.  Don leans down and licks it off his face and snowballs it to the younger man. 
    Reid staggers to the bed, his cock going down slightly.  He sits and watches as we use his load…
    *
    I have two bottoms to use for the moment.  I get under the rimseat, telling one to ride my cock and one to sit on my face…and switch.  Often.  Braydon starts on my face—Don on my cock.  It feels great—and tastes better.  I can certainly taste some of Reid’s load I fucked into him.  Braydon squirms in delight—telling me he’s never been on a rimseat before, but loves it.
    Suddenly, they both stand and I get Don’s freshly fucked hole on my tongue and Braydon uses all my spit to slide down on my cock.  Don’s hole is wide open now.  He is a copious ass luber…and it slips out of him and onto my tongue.
    The guys switch one last time.  Braydon tastes even better now…
    For the cum shots finale follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/sharing-braydons-ass.html#comment-form
  4. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—October, 2019
     
    Don and Reid, the couple who are just beginning to open their relationship were coming to the playroom at the end of the week.  I was hoping to find another bottom for Reid.  You would think that with the huge imbalance in the gay world that that would not be a hard task.  But I didn’t want to just bring in someone I didn’t know.  I called and wrote a number of talented men, but no one could make the timing work.
    Finally, I went to the bookstore to hold an audition.
     
    It’s rather quiet on a Thursday night.  I settle into the straight side.  (Little did I know that this would be the last time I sat on the leatherette couch.  It has been replaced with hard metal chairs.) I pull my cock out of my jock and stroke it to some rather hot, three hole porn.  I am really enjoying see two butch guys share this slight woman in every possible way.
    And it gets better.  The Elfin guy, a regular at the store and in my blog, comes in.  He chats with me for a moment and soon his mouth is full of my cock.  He stops each time the door opens but I just push his head back down on my dick.
    The first man in is wearing MSU sweats.  He sits near us and plays with his dick through the fabric.  He’s likely 30.  Good looks with every hair in place.   The second man in is a cub I have never seen before.  He is also in his 30’s and his blond hair is as long and unruly as MSU’s is perfectly coifed.  The cub also has a Grizzly Adams beard that I like—and Derrick would cream over.  He sits on the other side of us.  He unzips and his hand disappears into his fly.
    I stand up and fuck the face of Elfin guy, holding him by the ears.  I know he likes to show off—and I give him the chance to showcase his skills.  I switch to holding the back of his head as he does a deep throat, letting him up just as he begins to choke.  I consider asking this guy to join us, but I have seen him push to be the only bottom—and Don will certainly be getting fucked.
    Elfin guy pulls off my dick, now covered with that thick, viscous spit from deep in his throat.  “I want to sit on it.”
    I nod.
    He strips, tossing his clothes on the floor and kicking them under the couch.  I spread my legs.  He stands in front of me and I watch as his cute butt makes contact with the wet head of my dick.
    “You’re fucking me raw,” he stage whispers, for the benefit of the room.  He grinds himself down—panting with the last 4 inches.  (The Cub’s dick comes out of his jeans.  The sweatpants tent on MSU boy.)  My guy gives himself a moment when he has taken me all and then rides me with long strokes.  He’s showing off—he wants those guys to see just how big the dick is that he is riding—and I’m not complaining.
    He stops when his legs need a rest.  He kneels to get his clothes back.  The Cub, getting huge points in my book, walks over and engulfs my cock with his mouth—fresh from the spotless ass of Elfin Guy.  He gives me really good head, too.  This makes MSU guy flee the room.  And makes EG stop getting dressed.  I motion him to join the Cub—to share my cock.  The Cub goes to my balls and points my cock towards EG, offering it to him. 
    EG can’t.  Or won’t.   He finishes dressing and leaves the room.
    “I would’ve shared,” says the Cub—who also tells me his name is Braydon.  “I mean he did all the work.  And made your cock taste fantastic.”
    “You’re a pig—I like that.”
    “Can I take a turn?”
    I nod.
    He strips in a hurry, leaving his clothes in pile on the floor.  He is a mass of body hair.  I really want to eat his ass—but that will wait.  He is on a mission to sit on my cock.   He does.  I swear he has a load in his ass—as he feels like wet velvet as he glides down to the root of my cock.  Braydon also know how to milk me.  He works his muscles at the same time as he bounces on me.  In short—a great fuck.
    We stop when we hear sex noises through the wall separating the two cinemas.  We both agree we should investigate.  He dresses quickly and we go in together.  MSU in on his knees giving head to an older man I have often fucked here at the bookstore.  I’m pleased to see the usual bottom is super hard having the cute kid sucking him.
    “Let me fuck you again,” I whisper in Braydon’s ear.  He strips and I get out my dick.  We take the chair across the aisle from them.  The two guys watch Braydon get naked and then me fall to my knees.  I begin rimming Braygon before he can pile up his clothes.  His hole is super wet. As a taste tester, I decide it is great ass lube, not some other guy’s load I was feeling and am now swallowing.  Either way—it’s delicious and makes my cock leak.
    I stand up and push into him.  I am finally in charge and give him a good fucking.  We move slightly, so Braydon, still bent over, can work the nipples of the guy getting the blow job.  All four of us are very happy with this arrangement.  I fuck, MSU sucks and Braydon, squeezes both nipples with his fingers and my cock with his ass...
    For the rest of the entry, copy the link and go to :  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/auditioning-braydon.html
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    My Playroom—October, 2019
    My busy summer work went on longer than usual this year.  I couldn’t get the playroom set back up until October.  It was worth the wait, for I had the perfect man to celebrate the re-opening.  Cody was from a neighboring state—and had visited the area two years before.  (You will find that entry, A Visiting Pig in a Cheap Motel, here.)  This time, he agreed to come a little farther and experience the playroom as he wanted to get wet…
     
    He is right on time.  I am wearing boots and a yellow jock, under my grey bathrobe, as I answer the door.  Cody comes in and we hug a hello.  He still looks great:  a younger looking late 40’s, dark hair and those great tats over a good portion of his body.  And they are related art tats—not random inkings here and there.  As he strips and stows his clothes in the bureau, I notice the frame on his back has been finished.  He leaves on a jock—but otherwise is totally naked.
    I hang my robe on the back of the door and stand at the end of the fuckbench.  My dick plumps in the yellow pouch just from looking at him.
    “Here.”  I point to the padded floor in front of me.
    I can see that momentary flicker of hunger in his eyes.  He kneels and instantly begins mouthing the full pouch.  He groans from the heady aroma of ass sex, cum and piss that exudes from it.  His spit re-activates it.  And Cody can’t get enough of it.  His tongue is everywhere.  He even gnaws at it.  My cock is swelling so that it is uncomfortable; I finally have to manually release it from the jock.  He takes my dick deep into his throat in a single move.  And keeps it there.  He holds me clamped in his throat until he might gag—before finally coming up for air.
    He gasps for breath…then goes right back to pleasing me.  I take a healthy swig from my water bottle.  I let him suck me for another few minutes as I keep hydrating.
    “Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your hole.”
    I step to the side and he clambers up and into place.  He loves looking into the mirror in front of him where he watches me slap his ass with my spit drenched cock.  I wipe it down his slightly hairy crack and kneel to rim him.  My tongue pokes into his pucker.  He opens his hole and I sink into him.  It’s glorious and my cock begins leaking pre-cum like the clichéd faucet.  I wipe some off on my fingers and smear it on his hole.  He groans—knowing just what I am doing.
    “Stick some in me…” he pants.  “Begin the breeding…”
    I spit in his hole and drill it in with my tongue.  When my fingers are covered again, I poke them into his ass.  He exhales long and loud.
    I stand up.  I need to fuck him.  This second.  I plunge into his wet ass.  He grunts.  I actually gasp as he feels so good.  My hips slam into him.  I am fucking full speed in moments. 
    I stop and bring my cock around for him to clean.  I remember how much he loves to taste his ass on my dick.  He grunts his appreciation to me and cleans me thoroughly.  I go back to fucking.  Then another cleaning.
    This time, when I’m back at his upturned ass, I don’t just shove it in.  I slap his wet hole—and give him two good spurts of piss.  He groans out “Piss me…”  I stick my cock in him and fuck.  I don’t want to piss out his hole—at least not yet.  Soon enough I am bringing his piss flavored ass juices to his mouth on my cock.  He cleans me.  “Sooo good…” 
    I fuck his face a little and even give him a tiny piss spurt in his mouth.  This makes me kiss him.  We revel in all the flavors we are sharing.  I go back to his ass and rim him.  I can really taste the piss.  I collect some juices in my mouth and go back to kiss him once more…
    *
    I am buried in his ass.  We are still on the fuck bench.  I have just added the egg-headed dildo and he is getting double fucked for the first of many times this afternoon.  He is now full.  Very full and very tight.  He groans out his pleasure over and over.  I am fucking with the dildo under my cock—as I usually do it.  When I pull out, I change it up, leaving the toy in place, but pull the base upward.  My cock slides back in with the ridge shaft now above me.  It’s a new feeling.  For both of us.
    I keep fucking until I need to feed him another splash of piss.
    And of course we kiss…
    *
    I insert the big black butt plug before we move to the sling.   Once his feet are in the stirrups, I begin tapping on the base of the toy—sending vibrations through his abused canal.  I pull it out and fuck. 
    I re-plug him and take my dick to his mouth once more.  Then repeat the process.  I switch to the bigger black coned toy that has many ridges—so that it always reminds me of some sort of perverted Christmas decoration.  He takes the first two with ease…I have to work carefully to fill him with the rest.  But he takes it.  His eyes are on the mirror above him—watching himself open up. Submitting to me inch by inch.
    I blindfold him now, using the leather one with the fleece lining.  Once he relaxes, I kneel and begin eating his abused hole.  I fuck it.  I pour cold water on it from my bottles and slurp it up.  I piss on it and do the same.  Cody is squirming and panting.  Reveling in every sensation.  Every touch.  Not knowing what I will do next.
    I move up to his side.  He is grasping the D rings on the sling, so his arms are just above his head.  He feels me there and opens his mouth.  I let him taste his asscunt on my dick.  Then I piss on his armpit.  I kneel and lick it off.  Dribble it into his mouth.  And kiss.
    I go back and fuck his ass.  I do the same to his other arm.  He is getting very wet.  It puddles beneath him on the leather sling.  I fuck.  I rim.  I piss.  I use the speculum. Never letting him know what I will do next; his body hyper-alive with one sense gone.
    For the rest of this post, visit:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/pig-cody-get-wet-in-playroom.html
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    Brown_Spice

    By FelchingPisser,

    Toronto—September, 2019
     
    The next morning I crossed the bridge into Canada.  I saw four really good productions at the festival with no real thought of having sex on those days.  (Though I did see a fellow audience member with whom I had had a hot WS scene with years ago.  He did not show any signs of recognition at all.)  By the end of the week, I went on to Toronto, beating the traffic by getting into town before rush hour.  My host, as he’d been for my last few visits, was Ashok, who greeted me warmly as I got out of my car in front of his apartment.  We chatted.  I settled in.  I napped after he went to work.
    The main event on my calendar was Fukdto on Sunday.
    I had made only one other potential meet.  That one didn’t happen.  He bowed out gracefully when he learned he needed to go the clinic as he’d been exposed to chlamydia. I thought about going to the bathhouse instead, but it felt like it would be too similar to Fukdto…so I stayed home.
    On Sunday morning, clad in only my hooded, grey bathrobe, I caught up with Ashok (or as he chose to be called on here, Brown_Spice).  He made tea—a hearty black tea laced with strong spices.  As we sipped, he told me about his latest conquest.  His cock erected in the telling.
    Of course, I took him it in my mouth—swallowing him deep into my throat.  Then I leaned back and he did the same for me.  I let him suck me as far down as he could go.  I encouraged him to not forget my balls.  He remembered my sweet spot—working his tongue between my balls and my black metal cockring.  My cock began to really drip.  This seemed to make him try harder to deep throat me to the root.
    “I need to eat your ass....”
     
    FOr the rest of this entry--and pictures--follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/brownspice.html
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    Upstate New York—September, 2019
    After finding really no one at the bookstore, I drove to Rochester through blinding rain.  It was coming down so hard I would have pulled off on the shoulder—if there had been one.  The worst of the storm hit right as I entered a construction zone where there was just a single lane of traffic and nowhere else to go.  I finally made it to my hotel and checked in.
    And I was horned.  I knew Rochester had a bathhouse—one which I’d never visited.  I also knew it was a Monday night.  I vacillated.  I decided with my dick.  Surely there would be a couple of people there to play with…
     
    It is a small building, right downtown.  I go in and the cute attendant happily checks me in.  I shuck my clothes in a locker and meander.  There seems to be one man watching Entertainment Tonight in the lounge.  He barely glances at me.
    I find a porn room, so I sit and watch. 
    I wander some more.  Lots of little rooms.  All closed up. 
    Eventually, I find a stairway.  More rooms up here.  But also a playspace.  Glory holes.  Porn.   A sling.  I sit and view the porn.  An older gentleman, wrapped in a towel, finds me.  Stroking.  He gives me some excellent head.  He says he would like to get fucked in the sling.  He drops his towel.  I am willing to over look his pink lace panties for a fuck.  I help him into the sling.  I mention clean out.  He assures me he has…and at that moment all the excess water he left inside himself flows out and across his towel.  He is mortified and, not surprisingly, I never see him again.
    I wait thirty minutes.
    A man who looks like a truck driver appears.  He sits next to me and strokes to the porn along with me.
    “That’s quite a cock,” he says.  “Can I suck it........?”
    For the rest of the post copy and paste this link:  [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-not-very-funny-comedy-of-errors.html
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    Grand Rapids—September, 2019
     
    I was so ready.  I couldn’t wait to have some group play with the like minded men who gather to the north of me.  I know I have to make it a slightly shorter event, as I need to leave on a business trip in the morning.  This time I was requested to bring my rimseat as the host had a sling already in place. 
    I arrived in good time to get it set up.  The leather covered bed is still the focal point of the play space.  The rimseat went over to the side.  The new (to me) sling hung from the rafters where I used to set up mine.  I went downstairs and socialized with a few other men who got there before the appointed hour.  A nine o’clock I began to unbutton my shirt…
     
    Four of us go upstairs at the top of the evening.  I stand to the side of the bed.  A bearish newbie kneels and begins to get me hard.  He proves to be a bit toothy, a slight surprise, as he turns out to be an oral-only guy.  My eyes are riveted on a new top who has grabbed a leatherish bottom in a blue jock and is tongue fucking, really pushing his handsome face deep into the spread cheeks of the bottom.  I push my cocksucker down to my balls at the same moment the top goes from rimming to fucking.  Now I can really see the new top.  He has lots of blond hair on a pumped up chest—but one that looks like it is from hard work not the gym.  He has a long, thin cock that is spearing into the wet ass in front of him.  When he finally pulls it out, I see that he has a good seven + inches.  He also wears a set of dog tags.  They are real.  They bounce and clank as he fucks.  He pulls out.  I pull away from my sucker and kneel to clean his dick.  He is sort of surprised, but pleased.
    There are now eleven of us in the room.  Everyone is having sex somehow.  Lots of oral this early in the proceedings, but two other men join the bottom on the bed.  Dog Tags moves to a new hole—and I want to fuck the hole Dog Tags was just in.  The only other all top man here tonight, goes up the third guy.  We spend the next 15 minutes fucking the ass in front of us and then rotating to the next one, so all three bottoms get a chance to feel all three of us inside their increasingly wet holes.
    I grab my last ass—a great versatile guy I haven’t seen in almost a year.  We hug and I suggest he sit on the rimseat.  I crawl under and he plops down on it—the seat nicely spreading his hole—that has already had three cocks in it.  My lips and tongue devour him as he strokes.  I can tell the Oral Only guy is on my dick.  My lying down seems to be a better angle for him—or his skills have improved.  I hear the man above me open his poppers.  His butt hole flowers totally open.  I lick and suck his ass lips and pant whenever his ass lube drips onto my tongue.  He sighs and takes another hit…
    *
    I finish a fuck—once again opposite Dog Tags.  My man has rolled away, pleading for a break.  I watch the other top still plowing into our host.  I move around behind him.  I am hoping to lick his ass on the back stroke.  My tongue connects.  He loves it.  He calls me a “Dirty fucker” and grinds his hairy ass in my face.  And keeps fucking until the bottom pulls away and spins to clean the dick that was plowing him. 
    Now it’s just us.  Dog Tags tells me to stay on the floor, but lean against the bed.  I do, so my head is on slight angle, resting on the top of the mattress.  He turns and steps astride me and lowers his ass to my face.  He grinds and is quite vocal in calling me more names.  Even more so after someone hands him a bottle of poppers.  He suddenly stands up.  “Now you have to fuck me.”
    Huh?  I can’t believe my good fortune.  I had no idea he is versatile—he’s been plowing every available ass all evening.  We go to the sling.  It takes me a moment to get into him—but eventually all my saliva and some coconut oil helps me slide in.  I give him a pounding to remember me by…
    *
    A regular wants a turn under the rimseat eating my hole.  I’ve been busy.  I have been in every man who takes dick in his ass.  I can use a break.  And the view is great.  A big dicked, grey haired vers guy is plowing the man whose hole I ate on the rimseat earlier.  They are right next to us.  I have a great view to watch and stroke to as my ass is at first tentatively licked and is soon being expertly tongue fucked. 
    I watch the fuck.  I take a hit of poppers. The big dick pulls out of him.  “Here,” I tell him.  “Let me clean it.”  I do just that, savoring the ass juices (and I think someone’s load) on his dick.  All while my hole is being pleasured.  My cleaning reinvigorates the top—and he goes right back into the hole he left.  He fucks it hard—then brings his cock back to me for more service.
    “I want some of that,” says Dog Tags.  He takes over fucking.  He plows my friend, then pulls out and presents me with his cock.  “Taste his ass,” he grunts.  “Clean my damn dick.  Every drop.”
    I do my best.  He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back into the turned up ass.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  He gives him a few strokes and then it’s back to me.  “Open your mouth, fucker.....”
    FOR THE REST OF THIS ENTRY:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-man-with-dog-tags-at-orgy.html
     
  9. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2019
    The last trip to the bookstore had been fun and varied.  I had met new men, likely for I had gone on a different day and time.   I repeated it again the next week.  Some fun.  Some odd…
     
    My legs are splayed widely apart.  A man who called me by name, but who looks only vaguely familiar, is kneeling on the hard floor and sucking my cock as if it were the only one in the room.  It’s not.  Five men are jerking to what we are doing.  My sucker shows off for them—rubbing it in that he is on ‘the big one’ and taking it to the root with ease.  He comes up for air with a big satisfied smile on his face.
    He stands.  His own cock is wet and dripping from having mine deep in his throat.  I lean forward and suck him a little.  He sighs—but pulls back, whispering “I’ll shoot.”  He tucks himself away, nods at me to follow and exits.
    I hear him go into the gay cinema.  I stand, try to fit my dick into the once white jock, and button up.  I attempt to follow him, but I am stopped in the hallway by a door of a preview booth swinging open and almost hitting me.  I look inside.  There, with his pants around his ankles, is the Black kid from last week with the same Army tee on.  He gestures me to come in and shut the door.  I do both.
    Last week I was allowed to only lick his balls—and to lick up his spent load off his thigh.  I want to see it I can expand things this week.  I hunker down and push my tongue into his hairy ball sack.  He groans and stops stroking his dick.  I begin moving my tongue all over his balls.  I work down, away from his dick and towards his perineum. 
    The kid gives his cock a couple of strokes, sighs again and closes his eyes.  I work up, back over his now wet balls and slowly up the base of his thick ebony shaft.  He doesn’t move.  I keep moving up.  Suddenly my tongue is on his wet cock head.  I oval my lips and take him into my mouth.  Not for long.  But enough.  He groans.  He opens his eyes.  He realizes what he is letting me do.  He stands up—which pulls his dick out of my mouth.  He grabs it and jerks.  He is obviously going to shoot.  I cup my hands below and am rewarded with a massive blast of jizz. He stares at me, waiting.  I don’t disappoint.  I bend and lick up all of it on my left hand.  Then I stand up and spread the rest of his cum on my dick.  He grins and gives me a thumbs up…
    *
    I can’t find my former cock sucker.  He must have gotten busy when I got sidetracked.  But I do find the Guy with the PA from a few weeks ago.  He nods at me and goes into a preview booth at the other end from where I was with the kid.  He is stocky but no stranger to the gym.  I lock the door and that is his cue to strip totally naked but for athletic socks.
    “Suck me,” he blurts out.
    I go to my knees and service his cock, carefully folding the piercing back against the cock head with my tongue.
    “Nice,” he hisses after a bit.  “Let me do you.”
    We change up.  He’s good, but rather abrupt about it all.  I wonder if he can taste the jizz I smeared all over my cock.
    “We should be 69ing,” he decides.  “Lie on the bench.”
    I do.  He gets a knee past my head and his PA swings down and hits my nose.  His massive bulk is only slightly crushing me—but we each want the other’s cock in our mouth so we make it work.
    “I can’t hold it.”  He pulls his cock out of my mouth, gives it two strokes and sticks it back in.  He gives me a load big enough to choke me.  It’s like a piss load—it just keeps filling my mouth as I swallow faster and faster and faster....
    FOR THE REST OF THE POST:   http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-busy-bookstore-army-cum-exhibitionist.html
     
  10. FelchingPisser
    ...
    The first photo shoot I did for a local photographer, who told me he had done some work with Colt, was posted on here in 2012.  I called it On The Tracks.  There were seven posts.  It was a whole afternoon of fucking and piss play outdoors near a set of train tracks.  We even had to stop at one point and hide from a train going by…
     
    Here is a sample longtime readers have seen.
     

     
    For  the photos from that shoot I just found:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/on-tracks.html
     
  11. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—September, 2019
     
    Work had eased, though my nights were still busy and my house still full of co-workers.  The next time I could sneak away, I was back to the bookstore in the middle of the week.  It was an afternoon so there was a different crowd.  And each encounter was slightly different than usual.  Just what my cock craved…
     
    I am in the straight cinema.  It was bright enough outside in the parking lot to make the room feel really dark as I come through the door.  It doesn’t look to be very full.  I find my way to the couch and sit.  My eyes adjust pretty fast.  There are a few men down front (which means they don’t want to see any of the gay stuff happen.)  There is a man next to me.  He’s middle aged, carrying a few extra pounds, but looks kind hot groping a mound in his jeans.  As I watch he pulls up his shirt, yoking it over his neck.  He has a pale pink camisole on under the tee.  He opens his fly and I can see pink panties.
    I sigh.  Cross dressers are not high on my list.  But he seems to like to show off.  He gets his cock out and beats it openly.  I join him, as the movie is good.  He doesn’t have much dick—it just sticks out enough for him to manhandle it.  He occasionally looks at my cock, but he doesn’t seem to want it.  He is lost in the double anal happening on the big screen television.
    I am about to go see who is next door, when my seat companion suddenly stands up to blow his load.   I slide off the couch and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth just as the first cum shot explodes from it.  I get three big spurts and a dribble.  He stands rather dumbfounded, rigid and not moving.  Eventually he thanks me and covers up his secret undies before he leaves.
    Taking the load of a man I barely find attractive seems to make my cock really hard.  I sit back down.  I linger for a moment, for the cum shots are happening on the screen now.  All wasted on her open mouth and tits.
    The door opens.  A young man comes in.  African-American, not yet 30, and in good shape.  His olive drab tee has ARMY on it in block letters.  He sits where the man just left.  He unzips and takes out a slightly swollen cock.  As the new scene on screen gets underway, it grows to be a good 7+ inches.  He is looking at my bigger dick a lot.  I wait to see if he will reach for it.
    I can see him decide, then hesitate—and then he does, his fingers just grazing my shaft.  I nod.  And he closes his hand around it, barely stroking it.  I reach for his.  It’s very warm to the touch.  But soon it is in my left hand.  We stroke each other for bit.  Sometimes doing it in tandem, sometimes one or the other.
    I want him in my mouth.  Finally, I lean over to take him.  He pulls away.  I go back to stroking it.  He pulls his tee up and plays with his nipples.  His hand cups my head and brings it to his chest to lick there.  I suck and nip at the nipple closest to me.  His hand has replaced mine on his cock.  I work on getting the wiry hair around the nip very wet.  He sighs.
    “Let me lick your balls,” I whisper.  “Perfectly safe.”
    He nods.  I go to the floor.  He opens his jeans and pulls them down to his knees.  He’s free balling, which for some reason surprises me.  A warm day’s worth of sweat makes his nuts just slightly ripe.  They are big and swollen.  The more I lick, the more he jacks.  I go from orb to orb.  I go a little below them, but not all the way to his hole.  I love how the wet balls cover my face as I lick his perineum.   
    I take one and then the other fully into my mouth.  He isn’t as crazy about that.  He lets me—but only begins jerking again as I go back to licking the rough sac and leaving them slimy with my spit.
    His breathing changes.  His hand moves faster.  I burrow in between his balls.  They are moving with the rhythm of his hand.  They contract—and fire a load all over his ebony thigh.  Without thinking, I lick up the load.  And he seems pleased.  He even takes the last drop off his dick with his index finger and feeds it to me.
    He pats my head and is gone, doing up his pants as he opens the door.
    *
    I stroke awhile.  Reliving what I just did. 
    Then I go check out the gay side.  Two people are inside.  A cute young white guy in his 20’s—an otter if his beard and the hair coming out of the neck of his white A-shirt is anything to go by—and his petite Asian girlfriend.  I sit.  She looks at me and then to the young man.  It is then I see he has a light blue sleep mask covering his eyes.  I stand up and go closer.  There is masking tape on the mask.  On that is scrawled “I want to suck cock.”
    I unbutton and my fully hard dick flops out.  “Is this what he wants?”  I ask the girl.
    She nods....
    For the rest of this post:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/what-you-cant-see.html  
  12. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—September, 2019
    It was September.  The heavy work load of my summer was winding down.  I really craved a long, connected sex session.  Where else would I go but to see Derrick and Jacob?
    We talked in the study, catching up (it had been three months!) as the slide show of leather men doing incredibly kinky things to each other flashed by on the large flat screen.  Jacob had just returned from Inferno, a BDSM event.  He told me his hole had gotten well used.  I demanded he show me.  So much for chit chat…
     
    We are now stripped.  Jacob is in leather chaps and harness.  I am in boots and one of the jocks a reader sent me to get filthy.  Derrick is in some leather shorts that are stripped off as he becomes hard.  Jacob shows me his ass.  The hole is indeed puffy from use.  I massage it with my tongue to make it feel better.
    I sit back on the couch.  Derrick tosses an oversized pillow at my feet.  He kneels and begins showing off the skill he’s been practicing—deep throating long and thick cock.  Jacob strokes his PA-ed dick as he watches.
    “Get up here and let me eat your ass again.”
    Jacob carefully stands astride my thighs, his hot and hairy ass in front of me.  He grinds it against my face.  My tongue finds his puffy hole.  I burrow in as Derrick slobbers over my cock.  Jacob moans, fucking himself on my tongue.  Then he turns around and begins fucking my face.  My tongue knows to fold that PA against his cock head.  He fucks into me without mercy. 
    This boy is horned from his weekend of service.  “I have to fuck ass,” he says.
    Derrick gets up and pulls the thin bench into place.  He gets on it.  With just some spit, Jacob is up his partner.  I move around and feed Derrick my cock.  “You need two dicks in you.”  I match Jacob’s rhythm, so we thrust into him at the same time.  This makes Derrick groan around my dick.  I pump into him a few more times, pull out my spit-slicked dick and move around behind Jacob.  He fucks back on me and I slide into his ass.
    “Fuck!”
    I let Jacob set the speed.  He plows into his partner, pulling me out and then spears himself on the backstroke.  He picks up the tempo.  I really think that he might shoot, he is so turned on.
    I pull out.  Jacob pulls out of Derrick—and I push in to the freshly fucked ass.  Derrick grunts and tells me to fuck him harder.  Jacob pushes into his open mouth to have Derrick clean his cock.  I fuck Derrick until he needs to give his knees a rest.
    I lie down on the bench.  Jacob rides me briefly…but we all went to get downstairs to the playroom.
    *
    The rimseat is set up, waiting for us.  Derrick gets under.  I sit on the seat.  Derrick licks all around my hole before poking his tongue into me.  Jacob feeds me his cock.  He’s removed the PA on the way down the stairs.  He fucks my mouth for a moment.  But he wants something silkier to fuck.  He gets between Derrick’s legs and lifts them to his shoulders.  Derrick’s tongue works faster on my pucker as his own hole is fucked wide open.  Jacob is panting.  This time he is going to blow his load.  Derrick groans as his tongue fucks me.
    “Yes!”  Jacob is shooting.  Over and over.  I watch his body shudder with each blast that goes deep into his partner’s ass.
    “I need to eat that,” I tell them, standing up.  We flip—I go under the seat and Derrick sits down.  A drip of semen falls on my tongue almost instantly.  Jacob is pacing, but watching me eat his load out.  I groan as a big dollop of cum plops into my mouth.
    Derrick is barely pushing.  With the sheer volume of ejaculate, I guess the boy has been having assgasms at Inferno all weekend—and this may well be his first ‘regular’ orgasm in days.  I revel in it being fed to me second hand.
    “I need to fuck in what’s left.”
    FOR THE REST OF THE POST (and pics):  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/blog-post.html
  13. FelchingPisser

    Testing His Limits

    By FelchingPisser,

    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 everyone stopped whatever they were doing and tried.    He ate up the attention and he was delighted that my cock sucker would rather just stroke himself, looking at him than suck my cock.   He shot two large loads to feed the linoleum…
    The last Friday of the month was worse.  I got one great load down my throat from a guy in the shadows who I really have no idea what he looked like.  But then it got bad.  A man asked me to fuck him.  I was terrifically boned after the load in my stomach.  The fuck went bad very fast.  Either there was no clean out or his attempt went to hell very easily.  After I cleaned up, a second man asked for a fuck.  His hole was worse.  I could smell it the moment my cock went in him.  Once again I wrapped up my cock and trooped off to the bathroom.  The final straw was a blowjob from a guy kneeling behind the door.  It started well, but then began feeling odd.  I pulled out, pulled him to his feet and thanked him—and noticed that one of his front teeth was missing.  And the remaining tooth had begun scraping me.  He never broke the skin—but it gave me a blood blister under the skin of my dick for the next 24 hours.
    But the Friday between those two is really worth reporting.  I haven’t written about this young man extensively, since we do the same thing every time we meet.  He’s young (late 20’s), and a very light skinned Latino, who is naturally fit—tall and thin.  We have played almost a dozen times.  He will find me and pull me into one of the preview booths (where we are not supposed to be) so he can lock the door.  He loves daddies.  He loves daddy dick.  He really loves big daddy dick.  He gives excellent head.  He loves his ass to be eaten.  But he won’t get fucked without a condom.  I have stopped bringing Magnums to the bookstore.  He never has one, either.  One time I tried to squeeze into a regular rubber and he saw that it was impossible.  Usually when we meet up, after locking the door, he gets naked and gives me head for a very long time.  Then I eat his ass as he strokes one off—or saves himself for later.  Fun but rather maddening.  But on this day…
     
    I am in the gay cinema, jerking.  So are two other men.  They don’t want help—they just want to have witnesses to their masturbation.  The movie is good, so I’m fine.
    The door opens.  It is the Latino boy.  He sees me and his eyes light up.  He grabs my hand and tries to pull me up to go to the booths.  I resist.  Instead, I pull him down onto the seat next to me.  He looks around the room at the other two men—then back to me.  I nod.  I expect him to get up and go.  Instead he sinks to his knees and moves between my legs.  His hand grabs my hand, holding on tightly—and his mouth finds my cock.
    “Good boy,” I whisper.  “Let them watch—it’s okay.”
    He goes from tentative to his usual prowess with my large cock.
    “Don’t forget my balls, boy.”
    He swiftly goes down to nuzzle and lick them.  He knows not to try to get both of them into his mouth at once.  One of the strokers stands up to get a better view.  I’ve seen the stroker often—he’s mid 30’s, shaved head and pretty hot young daddy type body.  He never lets anyone touch him.  I gesture for him to come closer so he can really see.  He hesitates, but does.
    His hand is moving faster.
    “Let the boy lick your balls like he’s doing mine.”
    The kid comes off my balls and looks at me.  Did I mean that?  I nod.  He moves slightly so he can service the man.  And the guy lets him lick.  I am amazed—but pleased.  It lasts for only seconds.  The guy strokes off a big load—and aims it right into the boy’s mouth.  He takes it—hungrily.
    “Don’t swallow all of it.”
    With the Young Dad still watching, I kiss the boy.  We snowball the load back and forth.  I let him swallow it eventually. 
    Back he goes to my dick.  His fingers intertwine with mine.  He holds on for dear life.  And gives me expert head for one so young.
    The door opens.  A man just slightly younger than I comes in, stops and gets out his dick with the sight of the young man between my legs.  His dick is sizable and has a medium gauge PA in it.  He strokes.  Soon the new cock is in my mouth as the boy continues on me.
    I pull of, making a show of licking the piss slit and the shiny metal.  “Taste him” I tell the kid.  He hesitates, but again does what I ask.  He sucks the man—and I lean down and lick the new man’s balls.  After a moment, the kid goes back to mine and I get the PA-ed cock back in my mouth.
    “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot.”
    The dick erupts and I have no choice but to swallow the load—it’s huge.  It just keeps pouring out of him.
    I concentrate on the boy again as the guy pulls up his pants and goes out the door.  One hand is still intertwined with his—my other hand is reaching down and idly playing around his hole.  Each time my middle finger dips into him, he groans around my cock.
    “You want to get fucked?”
    He nods....
    FOR THE REST OF THE POST:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/09/testing-his-limits.html  
  14. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—August, 2019
     
    The idea that the bookstore was my only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me.  But it really did seem the only answer.  I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow employees.  A drive to my friends and fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play would be short.  This year, I had no one come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused, in my balls.
    So I went to the bookstore.
    The first trip in August was so bad I don’t need to record anything much about it, other than to say I did nothing but watch a movie and stroke.  Every man there felt it was hotter to watch an older, over tanned and truly ugly woman give head to her equally ugly husband in the straight theatre. 
    After that, I resolved I needed to not go on the same day and the same time.  By the next week, I changed some scheduling at work and got away for a Sunday afternoon instead.  It made all the difference in the world.  It didn’t hurt that the right men were there—and they were men who understood group play…
     
    When I arrive, not a soul is in the straight theatre.  I sigh and walk over to the gay side.  Two men, just a couple of years younger than me are taking turns sucking each other.  They don’t stop when I enter.  The one getting sucked waves me over to join them.  I unbutton and stick my semihard into the mouth of the man currently getting blown.
    Soon I have both men on me.  The guy sucking the sitting man gets a turn on my dick and the other goes from my cock to my balls.  I let that go on for quite a long time.  Soon enough, I am on my knees, taking turns on their two cocks.
    “You have to fuck me with that thing.”
    It’s the guy who blew me first, eager for it up his ass.  He strips off his faded jeans and Andrew Christian underwear.  He kneels on the chair and presents me with his ass.  I’ve seen him get fucked before, but have never been in his ass.  And I’m sure that he is a condom guy.
    The third man moves around to feed the potential fuckee his cock.
    I begin to eat out the hole presented to me.  It’s a hot August day and there is plenty of sweat mixed with residual Irish Spring.  My tongue has him moaning around the cock in his mouth.  I dig deep and am so ready to fuck.
    I stand up and slap my cock against his hole.
    “I don’t have a Magnum,” I say.
    “Just fuck me,” he groans, taking the cock out of his mouth.
    “Fuck him raw,” says the other guy, who shoves himself back into the waiting mouth. I now think they may be partners from the practiced way they have shared my dick.
    I spit on my cock and go in slowly.  I bottom out easily.  He’s slick and warm.  I hold for a second as a new man walks in.  He’s gym built and 25 years younger than any of us fucking.  He whips out a stubby dick and strokes it as I begin to fuck.
    “That is so hot,” says the man in his mouth.
    The guy I’m fucking is stroking himself and trying to keep sucking the dick in front of him, but he keeps stopping to tell me how good it feels.  Soon the built guy moves behind the guy getting his cock sucked and begins working his nipples through the worn t-shirt he’s wearing.  The man groans and explodes into the fuckee’s mouth.  This causes the man I’ve fucking to shoot as well.  He clamps down hard on my cock as his cum spatters onto the seat of the chair.
    We all disengage.  They dress and I start to put my cock away.
    “Don’t do that,” says the built guy.  He kneels and takes my dick, fresh from the guy’s ass and sucks it.  “This is going up my ass.”
    The first couple thanks me and leaves.  The built guy pulls off my dick and whips out his phone.  “Can I?  No face.”
    I nod.  He takes a picture of my wet dick.  “Let me send this to my bud.  He’s in the arcade.”  He does—adding a quick message.  Then he’s back to giving me some really good head.  I can’t wait to eat out his gym built ass.
    The door opens.  A big, beefy man walks in wearing a Cubs tee.  “I need to see this in person,” he says, with a wave at my cock in his friend’s mouth.  He kneels next to his bud.  My dick is soon passed back and forth.  The beefy guy is not as good with his mouth, but I love how he thinks.  He says “Don’t you want this cock up your ass?  I sure do.”
    They agree and strip out of shorts and tees.  We use a different chair.  Gym Built goes ass up first.  I eat his hole.  His cheeks are like iron—solid mounds of flesh I have to work to pull apart....
    FOR THE REST OF THE POST VISIT:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/09/you-gonna-take-his-load.html
  15. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—October, 2023
     
    (This picks up right where the last post ended.)
     
    …I suck until I get the load.  A noisy one.  And a big one.  Only then do I look down at who is on me.  It’s the furry guy.  He looks up and grins.  He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…”
    He grabs his towel and wraps it around his middle, tenting the fabric with his very hard cock.  I sling my towel over my shoulder and follow, my very hard cock waving back and forth with the rhythm of my stride.  We pass the showers and go into the ‘gym.’ He has a room right inside the door.  It’s small, with a high shelf of a bed and porn on the small television to the side.
    “I’m Cal, by the way.”
    I tell him my name.
    “I really want to suck your dick,” he tells me as he shuts the door.
    “Where do you want me?”
    “Just lie back…” He indicates the bed. 
    I hop up and spread my legs.  There is just room for him to get in-between them.  I adjust the small pillow and lie back, my head tilted against the wall.  His mouth connects with my wet cockhead.  He swallows me down.  I sigh.  It’s a great angle for him.  He goes back and forth between licking the shaft or tonguing the head or deep throating me.  I sigh contentedly as I watch the furry man work my dick.
    “Lick my balls.”
    He moves down the shaft with his thick tongue.  He licks them individually, leaving them dripping with his spit.  He hoovers one into his mouth.  I wince slightly, so he doesn’t try to add the other.  Instead, he pulls my sack up gently with his left hand so he can lick my perineum.  Instinctively he knows to work his tongue between my cock ring and the ball sack without my prompting him. 
    I groan.  Loudly for this tiny room. 
    He works harder to please me.  His tongue is now moving towards my ass.  I would really like to be rimmed by this hot man.  He stops, just before he gets to my hole and works his way back up, re-doing my balls and then up the shaft to the head of my cock and swallowing me down.  I let him do what he likes.  I reach way down and touch his dripping cockhead and get an index finger covered in his precum.  I taste it.  I let out a moan at how good it tastes. 
    He suddenly moves and straddles my chest.  He fucks his cock into my mouth.  I can’t move as I pinned by his legs.  He fucks my mouth quite hard, for some time—and then rolls off me panting.
    I want to kiss him.  But instead, I say “I really want to eat that hairy ass of yours.”
    I tell him to kneel on the edge of the bed so I can move to the floor.  It’s the perfect height for me to burrow into him.  He groans the moment he feels my tongue flick across his tight pucker.  My tongue is relentless and soon that pucker is no longer tight, it has opened, looking inviting.
    He brings it up first, as I take a moment from the rimming to catch my breath.  “I want to try your dick, but I’m not sure I can take it.”
    “I can get into most guys.”
    I go back to eating his hole, but now lubing up my cock.  When I feel that he has relaxed a little more, I stand up.  My cockhead pushes into him.  He pants.  And takes half of me.  I pause.  I pull out and add more lube.  We do it again—but this time I am all in him but the last two inches.
    “Let me try it on my back.”
    I pull out and let him flip.  I have to do a slight knee bend to get into him this way, but he takes my cock.  But just for a moment.  “Sorry, it’s too big for me.”
    I pull out and massage his hole once more with my tongue.  I pause and say: “If I can’t fuck it, will you sit on my face?”
    He loves this idea.  I replace him on the bed and lie down.  He straddles me and sits on my face.  I love the furry cheeks on my cheeks and his hairy hole in my mouth.  I eat him out and stroke my dick until his legs tire. 
    We part.  With a hug.
    I get my dick sucked by a very old man in the small porn room. 
    Cal finds me there.  He gets hard watching and I tell my cocksucker to suck him, too.  Cal sits beside me and the old man goes back and forth between us.
    We take a break. 
    “I want you to try again,” Cal tells me.  “But let’s use the sling so I can relax.”
    I agree.  We go down the hall to the sling room.  He hops in, effortlessly, and I get his legs in the stirrups.  I go to my knees.  The sling spreads him open for me—and my tongue goes deeper.  He groans and eggs me on, telling me to tongue fuck him, to get him sloppy and wet for my cock.
    I am so ready.  I stand up and slide in.  To the hilt.  My balls slap on his hairy butt cheeks.
    “Fuck,” he groans.  “So full.  But it feels great like this…”
    I don’t let him finish. I begin to fuck him.  Nice and slow.  Now building.  And slamming it home.  He jerks his cock—though it is not fully hard.
    “Fuck, yes.  Damn, I need this…” he moans.
    I slow it down and pull out.  I eat his juicy hole again.  He erects fully with my dick out of him.  He jerks.  I spit into him one last time.  I stand and slide back in. 
    I fuck him.  Hard and fast.
    I slow.  “I think I could load you.  You want my cum?”
    “Fuck, yes.  Shoot inside me.”
    “That’s just what I want to do…”
    He groans.  “I want to feel you cum in my ass, Daddy.  Give me all you’ve got.”
    I pump harder yet.  I can feel my dickhead swelling.
    “Feel that…?”
    He groans out a “Yes…”
    I slow and build up the fuck once more.  “Here it—” and I can’t finish the sentence.  I am wracked with the orgasm.  I fire round after round up his once tight ass.
    “Don’t pull out!”
    I want to say I’m not going anywhere, but I can’t catch my breath.
    In three or four jerks, Cal splatters his hairy chest with his very white, very creamy cum.  I reach down and slide my fingers through it.  I bring it up to my mouth and lick them clean.  I do it again—and feed some to Cal, too…
     
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Indy Bathhouse: Cal's Furry Ass (conclusion) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 8, 2023
  16. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—October, 2023
     
    It was another day off, as the number of days in October dwindled and Halloween approached.  I had the whole day, so I made my first trip to one of the two bathhouses that keep Indy pigs busy.  I chose the one that has a slightly older clientele.  The last time I worked in this area, I seemed to be there every day off I had and always had a broad choice of men.  I packed a lunch to eat after my early afternoon time there…
     
    I have a locker.  I hate sitting in a room and waiting.  And if we meet to play, this way I can encourage the play to be public.  I have the clean jock on, my boots laced up and the bathhouse towel slung over my shoulder.  I check the sauna and the not very warm steam room.  There are lots of cars in the lot, but only one lone man in the sauna.  I go up two flights of stairs.  On the third floor is the sling room, another room with a hard wooden fuck bench and two porn viewing areas.  I find the men watching porn.  I skip the small room where no one is even stroking.  I go to the larger room.  Yup, more guys are here.  The seating is a built-in bench on the three walls with the screen on the fourth.   I like this space—the owners have padded the floor for older knees.   
    A blowjob is happening to my left.  I stroke to the men and the Treasure Island Media movie on the screen.  Soon an older man, decently fit, with sparse grey hair, slides over to me.
    “May I?”
    I nod.  He kneels carefully and takes me into his mouth.  He’s good.  My dick is soon very wet. 
    He pulls off me.  “Do you fuck?”
    “Sure.” 
    “I need this dick in me.  Please.”
    “Here?”
    “Do you have a room?”
    “Nope.  How about the sling?”
    His face goes blank.  Then, “I’ve never been in one.”
    “Then it’s time…”  I get up and lead the way.
    The sling here is actually hung at a good height and the stirrups are adjustable.  So many public slings try for a one size fits all approach.  He lies back in it.  It takes a little time to get him to move down far enough so that his ass hangs over the edge.  But once he does that, and his ankles are up in the stirrups, he breathes easy and relaxes.
    “It’s actually comfortable.”
    I grin and go to my knees.  I eat his ass. He groans, which makes me work harder.  I grease up as I do it.  Soon I stand and get inside him easily. 
    “That’s some dick,” he pants.
    We suddenly have an audience.  Another man around his age comes in and works his nipples and his semi-hard cock.  He loses interest after a bit and wanders off.
    I keep fucking.
    A younger man appears.  Likely 40-ish, he is very hairy in the best possible way.  Chest.  Beard.  Legs.  And as he drops his towel, his crotch.  He strokes a nice sized dick.  I smile and nod.  He runs a hand over the man’s chest. 
    “You should suck that dick of his as I fuck you,” I volunteer.
    The hairy guy moves closer.  The man in the sling quickly figures out how to crane his neck around so he can get his mouth on it.
    “It’s his first time in the sling,” I tell the newcomer.  “And here he is with two dicks in him at the same time.”
    My words do what they were meant to, make the older man groan and redouble his efforts on the newcomer.  As he gags on the dick in his mouth, his ass spasms, squeezing me, too.
    I fuck him.  Harder now.  His cock flops happily with my thrusts.
    The guy pulls out of his mouth.  He comes around and touches my ass.
    “It looks like he wants to fuck you.  You want a different dick in your ass?” 
    “I…I…” he babbles, lost in the idea of starring in his own porn fantasy.
    “You want a turn?” I ask the newcomer.
    He nods.  I slip out and he goes in.
    “Yes!” exhales the fuckee. 
    “That is so hot,” I tell him, leaning close so I am whispering into his ear.  “Never been in a sling and here you are with two men using your ass…”
    He groans, eyes closed.  They flicker open and look at me still leaning towards him and then to the bearded hunk fucking him. 
    “You want to be a pig and lick my cock after it’s been in your ass?”
    The moment I say it, I wish I hadn’t.  He’s going to freak out.
    But he doesn’t.  “Yes,” he whispers.  “Give it to me.”
    “Here you go.”  He cleans me up.  Ravenously.  Living the porn he’s watched all his life.
    The hairy man pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction.  I go back into the older man’s ass.
    “Here you go.  Do me, too.” Says the hairy man, offering his ass jizz covered cock to the fuckee.
    He gets cleaned. 
    I fuck.
    It is way too early for me to cum, though I would love to load this guy.  But he finally puts a stop to the rutting.  “My ass needs a break.”  The furry guy smiles at me and takes off.  I get the guy out of the sling.  I like the way he holds onto me, tight and for a long time.  Far better than just a thank you…
    *
    I am sitting in the sauna.  I have a dick in my mouth and a mouth on me.  It’s dark enough that I know only that the man I’m sucking is tall and younger than I, with a good-sized cock.  He sits on the higher bench, so it’s an easy turn by me to replace his hand with my mouth.  I have no idea who is sucking me, as he started when my head was buried in the other guy’s crotch.
    I suck until I get the load.  A noisy one.  And a big one.  Only then do I look down at who is on me.  It’s the furry guy.  He looks up and grins.  He gives my cock a gentle squeeze and says “Come to my room…”
     
    (The furry guy tells me his name—and we can’t get enough of each other—next time!)
    The original is here:  From My Side of the Sling: Indy Bathhouse: His First Sling (part one) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)   November 6, 2023
  17. FelchingPisser
    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 my eyes.
    I hear someone approach.  I don’t open my eyes.  I hear him kneel.  He takes me in his mouth.  It a sloppy blow job with lots of saliva.  My cock adds some precum to all the extra spit in his mouth.  I sense someone standing near my shoulder—watching, I assume.
    “You try,” the man between my legs says.  “I can’t get him off.”
    The men change places.  I will myself to keep my eyes shut.  I want to keep it totally anonymous.  This new mouth is not anywhere as experienced.   He concentrates on my cock head and uses his hand on my shaft.  His teeth connect on the ridge of my cockhead more than once.
    He, fortunately, gives up quickly. 
    My cock is in the cool air for a moment.  Just as I am about to move, another man kneels.  Or is it the first guy again.  There is lots of wet suction—but it feels slightly different.  He also doesn’t take as much of my shaft into his throat.  It must be a third man taking the bait.
    I hear the new guy sigh—and use my legs to help him get up from the kneeling on the hard concrete.  “That’s a wonderful dick,” he says once he’s on his feet.  “I’d sit on it if I’d known to clean today.”  He shuffles off.
    I wait a moment and only then do I open my eyes.  There is no one in the room with me.  Perfect.
    *
    I go back to my original chair near the padded fuck table.  The handsome foot guy returns.  As much as I enjoyed his ministrations to my right foot, I decline his working on my left.  He easily gets another man on the table and I like watching the new guy try to take the big dick deep into his throat.
    I am interrupted from being a voyeur by the man with the phone.  He stands in the doorway and beckons me over.  “Can you do me again?” he whispers.
    I nod and follow him.  This time we hide out in the sling area.  It goes down exactly the same way.  I suck as much as I can of his thick cock into my mouth and he watches straight porn on his phone.  It takes slightly longer, as it’s only been 45 minutes after his last ejaculation.  But he’s every bit as hard.  And the load seems just as big.
    The crowd in thinning when I emerge after his jizz is shot.  I sit on a bench near the now deserted gloryholes to watch an orgy scene on the gay porn screen.  My cock is out.  Of course.
    A younger Black man finds me there.  He is around 30, maybe 5’9” and rather stocky.  He sits next to me.
    “I bet you’ve been busy,” he says, gesturing to my dick.
    “Yeah.  More than my share, I guess.
    “Can I suck it?”
    I shrug an ‘of course.’
    He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth.  His tongue is velvety.  I have rarely felt anything like it.  And his mouth is big.  He has all his teeth, but it feels like those guys who take out their plate or their dentures to suck.  It’s heavenly.
    He comes up for air.  I tell him how good it is.
     “Let me do your nuts.”  He pulls my pants down to my knees and begins sucking and licking the swollen ball sack, pulling the strap of the jock aside.  He licks my balls and then does huge swipes of my tongue across my perineum. 
    He pauses—and then takes the pouch of my jock, which is bunched to the left of my cock, into his mouth.  He groans.  Finally, he stops.  “You taste so good.  Tell me you don’t use deodorant.”
    “Not at this time of year.”
    “I need to taste you.” He stands up. “Let’s go in here.”  He pulls me up, and I waddle with my pants around my ankles to the padded fuck table where I had my foot worked on.  He kneels and unlaces my boots and pulls them off. Then the pants.  I take off the sweatshirt.  I am naked but for jock and athletic socks.
    I expect him to go for my pits, but he tells me to lie down.  He strips himself until he has nothing left on but dress socks and some brand of designer underwear I don’t recognize.  I lie with my hands behind my head, pits exposed.  He gets between my legs and sucks my cock.  And my balls.  Only then does he come up to lick my pits. 
    And kiss me for the first time. His tongue is large—very large.  And so supple and active.  I love the acrid taste of my pits on it.  So does here.  He attacks them again.  And again.
    “Roll over.”  I do.  I have never been so naked or vulnerable in a bookstore.  He sits astride my thighs and gives me an expert back rub.  I melt.  He moves down, his hands kneading my butt cheeks.  He bends.  His tongue drills into my tight pucker.
    “Fucccckkkk…” I moan into my folded arms.  After the initial taste, he won’t stop licking and prodding me with that massive tongue.  Over and over again. 
    He flips me so I am on my back.  My thighs are now on his shoulders, so he can eat my hole that way.  Neither of us like this angle, so I get on all fours.  He buries his face in my ass.  I groan and tell him to eat me out.
    A man comes in.  He unzips and strokes.  Eventually he offers me his cock.  He fucks my face as my ass is tongued and eaten.  The new guy gives me a load.  I hold in it my mouth, guessing the man on my ass will want to share it with me. 
    He does.  I roll over and we both sit up to snowball it back and forth.
    And that does it.  I’m going to cum.  Finally.  He is right there to take every drop as I explode all over his face and open mouth…
     
    Find the original post by following the link:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/kink-at-bookstore-hours-four-and-five.html
  18. FelchingPisser
    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 never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was.  I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man.
    I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes.  I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing…
     
    I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres.  The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful.  I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two.  I look in the gay theatre.  No one.
    I move over to the straight.  No one.  No, that’s not true.  In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there.  I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me.  I unbutton and am instantly hard.  It is a cream pie movie showing.  Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene.  True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl.  Why can’t more gay porn do this??
    My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous.  Soon enough he stands up to leave.  He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful.  He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back.
    “You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen.  “You should be up there.”  He reaches down and grabs my cock.  Tight.  “Damn that’s thick!”  And he twists it.  As if that is supposed to feel good.
    I yelp.  He lets go.  And leaves.
    I am on my own for a good half hour.  But the porn is great—so I’m entertained.
    A younger trucker comes in.  A cub.  Dirty blond hair under a ball cap.  A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time.  He sits down in a chair against the low backwall.  We can easily scope each other out.  He loves the porn, too.  He is unzipped in the first five minutes.
    Soon we are chatting.  He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight.  He loves this movie.  He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that.  Then he adds:  “I’m straight, but open…”
    He lets the sentence hang there.
    “Like my sucking your dick?”  I ask.
    “I’m down for that, yeah.”
    His dick is rock hard and oozing.  He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender.   I kneel in front of him.  He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do.  His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck.  Lightly.  Not holding me in place.
    His cock is responding to my lips and tongue.  He is precumming like the clichéd faucet.  I lap it up.  His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow.  “Jeez…” he croons.  I do it again.  His cock keeps oozing.
    I vary the rhythm.  Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke.  This does it.  He fires off a big load.  Over and over.  It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker.  I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop.
    “That was great.  Thanks.”
    I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level.
    “Wow,” he mutters.  He reaches up and hefts my hard dick.  I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t.  After all, he got off.  I should have done it before he shot.  I go back to my seat.  He stays.  Still hard.  Still stroking to the hot porn.
    The door to the lobby opens.  A man comes in and stands behind the low wall.  I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him.  He observes the two of us with our cocks out.  I hear him unzip.  I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall.
    The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier.  I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall.  But he stays there.  So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display.
    I am met by him on his knees.  He gives me great head.  Tonguing every inch.  He doesn’t forget my balls.  I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. 
    He stands up.  It’s my turn to suck him.  He’s so much thicker than the Trucker.  I can’t take him as deeply in my throat.  But I must be doing something right.  He’s panting.
    I stand up.  “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall.  I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker.  My new man goes back on his knees and blows me.  The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him.  I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him.  His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing.
    The new man stands up.  “I’m going to shoot…you want it?”  I go to my knees.  He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat.  He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. 
    When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up.  He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was great.”
    I turn to the Trucker.
    “Damn.  That was hot.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah, and I have another load for you…”
    I go to my knees.  He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man.  I take him into my mouth.  I have to work a little—but he gives me another load.  More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast.
    I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth…
     
    This is the whole post, this time.  To enjoy more follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/
  19. FelchingPisser
    London, Ontario—December, 2019
    On the Saturday after Christmas, I had an easy flight back to Detroit from New Jersey, where I had spent the holiday with my brother and his partner.  I was horned—thanks to Rudy from the night before and knowing that by the next day I would be balls deep in the asses of Toronto at Fukdto.  I landed late in the afternoon.  I tossed my suitcase in the trunk next to the other one I had packed for the second leg of the trip.  I crossed the bridge, exchanged some money and got as far as London.  It would be an easy drive the next morning, getting me into Toronto in time for all the sex I wanted in the bigger city.
    I had chosen a hotel downtown London.  After dinner, I sat down to read in my room.  That lasted about a page and a half.  My cock had other ideas of how to spend the night.  I was incredibly close to the bathhouse there.  I grabbed a jock and my lube and set out.  I’d make it an early night, but getting off would be a good thing before the four hours of potential play at the sex party the next day.
    The bathhouse was in better shape than I had last seen it.  A poster on the stairs to the basement advertised that the establishment was now hosting a CumUnion party.  I checked in and got a locker.  I walked past the usual steam, sauna, and tiny rooms.  The public sex areas had been vastly improved.  There was now a public sling.  The slurp ramp had been rebuilt—longer and with more gloryholes.  There was a massive bed in the porn watching area.  And, best, a man was in that public sling and was taking dick as I walked by…
     
    I stop and watch a hot, hairy Daddy fuck the smooth man in the sling.  My cock is instantly sticking out of the side of my jock.  I stroke it.
    “Fuck me with that thing,” says the man in the sling, with a decided French Canadian accent.
    The hairy Daddy moves up to feed his cock to the fuckee.  I kneel and taste the fucked ass.  He is dripping with his own juices.  He wriggles as my tongue laps them up and leaves some spittle in place of the ass jizz I swallow.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his balls.  The French Canadian’s eyes grow large.  “Go slow…” he pleads.
    For a man being fucked, he’s damn tight.  But I get it in.  I pause, before I begin a slow rock in and out.  I watch his face go from pain to concentration and, suddenly, to full out bliss.  I pick up the speed and begin a real ball slapping fuck.
    The other top spells me.  I take my wet cock to the FC’s mouth. 
    I fuck him once again—before he asks for a break.  The other top taps me on the shoulder and says “Follow me.”  I do.  We go to his room and he shuts the door.  “I want to suck that dick.”  It’s still flavored with French Canadian ass, but that seems to make to even better.  He’s a good cocksucker and his own sizable erection gets decidedly stiffer when I take charge of the suck and begin fucking his face.
    He pulls off me, needing to catch his breath.  I go down on him.  I suck his flared head, the meaty shaft, his big hairy balls and keep right on down to his tight pucker.  He gasps, rolls back and hoists his legs in the air.  “Eat me, fucker!” he hisses.
    I do.  I love hairy ass.  I get his entire crack sopping wet.  I drill into him, leaving him panting.  As I stand up, he asks if I would try to fuck him.  I enter his hole…but don’t go deep.  And that’s fine by him.  But he likes the stretch.
    “Let me eat yours.”  He lies fully out on the bed.  I straddle his chest.  He gazes up at my slim butt and literally licks his lips.  “Twist my nipples as I rim.”  I sit on his face.  Damn!  He’s good.  He loves to eat ass and it shows.  I twist his big nipples—though sometimes the pleasure of his tongue is so intense I forget all about them…
    *
    We break.  Walking down the corridor, a crowd has gathered outside a door.  A cute young otter is being fucked by a rather tall Asian.  The door is open for all to appreciate.  They make no move to incorporate any of the seven of us who are watching…perhaps because every one of us could truly be their dad.  But it is hot to watch the top put the otter through every fuck position you can think of…
    I go to the sauna.  I get a lot of oral from the French Canadian.  He is almost as good with his mouth as he is with his ass.
    I walk to the slurp ramp.  It is so dark in that area I have to move carefully.  I mount the platform, but there is no one around to suck my dick through any of the series of gloryholes.  “Fuck me,” whispers a voice in my ear.  I jump.  Literally.  I was sure I was alone.  The man moves into what little light there is and I realize it’s the Asian top.  “I wanted you to fuck me while I was up him.”
    Now he tells me, but I make up for the lost opportunity by making him lean against the wall and arch his back.  I drop to my knees and begin eating out his ass.  He croons his pleasure very softly.  I can’t get enough of his young, 30-something butt.  I spit one last time on his hole, stand up, and start to enter him.  “Rape me, Daddy.  Don’t be nice…”
    There is a lot more.  Make the jump:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/wel-cum-to-ontario-bathhouse.html
  20. FelchingPisser
    Upstate New York—September, 2019
    I had to go on a brief business trip at the end of my longer than usual busy summer.  I needed to go to upstate New York.  I had worked there for a few weeks five years ago.  I remembered an incredibly hot adult movie theatre scene I experienced during my previous time there.  I really wanted to go back and see if I could get into trouble like that again.
    I did the business side of things and went off to this once grand cinema.  There were two screens there, both showing straight porn.  A wall down the middle cut the old theatre in half.  The attendant who sold me the ticket was still bored and rather surly. 
    Five years ago, when I entered the auditorium, there were likely a dozen men milling around, barely watching the movie.  This year, there was one man standing at the back and one seated.  The standing guy left the moment I entered.  I went down the aisle, in the dim light, past the seated man.  I watched the rather old, condomed porn, stroking half heartedly.  Finally the older man, the one who’d been seated, found me.  He leaned over, grabbed the base of my erect cock in a death grip and bent to get the head in his mouth. 
    I yelped. 
    It hurt. A lot.
    He looked surprised.
    I asked him to let go of the base if he was going to suck it.
    He licked it twice and flounced out of the cinema.
    I sat, all alone, for maybe 30 minutes.
    No one was around.  On either side it seemed.
    I got up and drove to my hotel in pouring rain.
    *
    But—since I have so many new readers, I encourage you to read the original piece from 2014.  You will understand was I so eager to go back. 
    Click here for Fuck the Competition:  https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2014/03/fuck-competition.html

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