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DarkroomTaker, posted a picture of him:

I do--house parties, motel parties, anywhere I want to breed guys . It also goes to leather weekends like CLAW or IML for my hotel room. It has gone camping and been used in gay campgrounds. I live in a smaller sized town. Having a sling (and fuck bench and rimseat) makes my home playroom a 'destination' for bottoms to come to from the more urban areas near by.

I own one---best investment I have made for great sex. I opted for a stand. I love how versatile that makes it---taking it to motels, sex parties, etc. Mine is made by JimSupport.

Chicago—August, 2021 Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August. The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown. I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use. On the day, I got to Chicago in good time. We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play. The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service. There were two bedrooms on the next floor. I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed. There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling. I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets. Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up. Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place. He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me. He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on… I go downstairs. Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks. In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other. The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told. And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing. I find Zane setting out food. He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick. He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat. He does nothing more than get me fully hard. “There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear. “That should show them what you got.” I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs. There are three people on the bed where I napped. A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man. The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air. I watch and stroke. The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man. The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me. The top is delivering a hard fuck. The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy. The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock. “Fuck,” he says, under his breath. He pulls off me. “Will you fuck me?” I nod. He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been. I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass. He groans as I lube up his hole. Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight. I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock. I stand. I start to push in. I’m not going anywhere. Again. My big helmet head pops in. The guy groans into the mattress. I inch forward. He moans again. I press into him, maybe another inch. His head snaps up as he arches his back. “Fuck it!” And he impales himself to the base of my dick. He howls—but in pure pleasure. All bets are off. I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy. After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me. He spins around and cleans my dick before he says: “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.” I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all… * I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy. He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth. Then he’s up on the fuck bench. Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass. He’s had someone there—I can tell. I lick and spit. Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth. The daddies switch. Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock. Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so. He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder. He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm. He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load. And fuck in it. * Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass. We share a number of men in the Master bedroom. Sometimes we take turns on them. Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy. A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in. He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn. I go right up him. Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick. My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy. We take turns on him doggy. We flip him on his back. He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick. We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others…. * A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed. He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me. He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it. I take him to the rimseat. He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven. I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth… * Much later. I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other. A Latino comes up the stairs. At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved. He acts as though we are the only two people in the room. He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch. But not for long. He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it. He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath. And my balls. Each. Separately. And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring. He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum. Zane arrives. The sling is now empty. He has some loads for me to felch and play in. I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness. “I want to eat your ass,” he tells me. “Let me?” We change places in the sling. He is all over me. Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples. Fingertips. All feel his tongue. Then he zeros in on my tight hole. He grunts and slobbers. He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me. Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy. This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass. It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over. Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him. Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane. But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening. After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. I felch. I snow ball. Another guy unloads in him as we kiss. He leaves—and the room is finally empty. I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. I stand up. I fuck. His hole is a mass of jizz. It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock. This is it. I can’t hold back. And I don’t want to. I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on. I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours. I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole. Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth… The original is here, with a 1000+ other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-house-full-of-horny-men.html

Near Home—August, 2021 Because the last trip to the bookstore had proved to be worthwhile (and ball draining) I went back a few days later. It was a Thursday evening, who knew it would be hot from the moment I walked into the gay theatre…? A very large man is sitting in the cocksucker’s chair. He smiles at me as I pass him and sit against the wall. He is likely twice my weight. His dark skin shines in the half light of the reflected video. I take out my dick. The porn is good if not exceptional. I get hard fast. The large man makes my least favorite cruising signal—he lasciviously licks his lips. I sigh and look back at the screen. Then he is on his knees and crawling across the room to me. I look down as he arrives, rather laboriously, between my legs. I have to make a decision…and I take my hand off my dick, allowing him access. He sinks down on my cock. Holy fuck! He has the best mouth I have had in months. It’s roomy and wet and he creates a suction that makes my cock drip. I sigh in absolute pleasure. He pulls off my cock and goes for my balls, licking them gently with a tongue that feels huge and pliable, but delicate. He burrows down under my balls, too. He sucks my testicles delicately…not trying for both of them in his mouth at the same time. He’s great and I tell him so. His eyes crinkle at the edges—and he goes back to Hoovering my dick. The door opens. A hot otter enters. He is white, maybe mid 30’s with a shaved head. He is in shorts and tee, showing off his hairy arms and legs and tufts of chest hair at the neckline. He watches us for a moment, opens his shorts and feeds me his long, thin dick. I try to give him as good head as I am getting. I tongue his piss slit. I deep throat him easily, it being long and thin. I lick his balls exactly as the man below me is now doing mine. The Otter pulls out of my mouth. He bends—and the Man on the floor lets him suck my cock—because he wants to taste the Otter. The Otter is good, but he is up against pretty unbeatable oral competition here. I do enjoy watching the Man on the floor get his first taste of the pre-cumming Otter. He grunts his approval and swallows him down. The Otter can’t stay bent for too long, so he straightens up. I slide to the floor. The Man graciously lets me suck him again. I am filled with Otter cock as the Man pulls the Otter’s shorts and underwear down around his ankles. The Man squirms around and plants his face in what must be incredibly hairy ass cheeks. The Otter gasps. I can only imagine what that relentless tongue must feel like in his hairy crack. Two or three more men arrive as we work him over. They stay to the sides and watch the show. Suddenly it is too much for the Otter. He convulses and begins to fire a rather watery load into my mouth. The first couple shots are so strong they hit the back of my throat. The next few pool on my tongue. I coat his cock with them—and lick him clean, holding onto his balls so he can’t pull out. When I’m satisfied his cock is spunk free I let him go. The Otter steps to the side and gets dressed, rather shakily. He leaves, patting the Man who rimmed him on the shoulder and me on the head. I get back in my chair—and Man goes back to sucking my cock… * The room has filled. Almost a dozen men. The Big Man has resumed his original chair. He has sucked a number of men as they come in. I have had one other guy on my dick—an amateur by comparison. I am just leisurely stroking now. The door opens. A dapper, trim, just turning middle-aged, white man enters. He is in a dress shirt and suit pants. Rarely do you see good clothes here. He looks around and undoes his belt. He removes his pants, folds them and places them on a chair next to me. Then the shirt comes off, and is folded and stacked with the pants. He is left in loafers and backless designer underwear. He kneels and begins sucking my dick. This galvanizes the room. If cocks weren’t out before, they are now. The man sucking me is good at licking but can’t take any depth at all. He pulls off me pretty fast and looks up into my face. “Fuck me with this thing.” I stand and pull my chair away from the wall. The dapper guy kneels on it. I kneel behind him and begin tonguing the ass crack framed by Andrew Christian. A white trucker type comes over and feeds the man his beer can of a dick. I get his hole good and wet before I stand and lube my cock a little bit more. I slip in. Much more easily than I expect. I am balls deep on the first stroke. The man grunts his satisfaction around the dick in his mouth. I begin to fuck. Out of the corner of my eye I see the Big Man go to his knees again. He comes behind me—and my ass crack connects with his velvety tongue on the backstroke. Fuck—no wonder the Otter blew so fast with both our mouths on him. I slow my fuck stroke a little, so I can grind my ass into the Man’s face. The Trucker cums, deep in the Dapper Man’s mouth. A Latino, a regular, steps into place as the Trucker leaves. I pick up my pace. A third man, on the other side of the Dapper Man’s head, is slapping a hard cock on his neck, head and face. The Dapper Man goes back and forth on them. One in his mouth, a hand on the other. Endlessly switching who gets his mouth. I fuck faster. “You want my load?” I bark out. He grunts around the cock currently in his mouth. The third man in, the slapper, suddenly erupts all over the Dapper Man’s face and hair. It’s all I need. I bury my cock deep in the hot ass I am reaming out and shoot. I feel the big Man behind me drill into my hole with his tongue. I stay in place letting him eat my hole—and still as he moves down, trying to find stray cum on my balls. I start to pull out. The man getting sucked starts to shoot in the guy’s mouth—but it’s too intense for him and he pulls out—shooting even more semen on the Dapper Man’s face. I am cleaned up by the big Man, who savors the mix of cum and ass jizz. I see him move in to felch my load as I do up my pants, slap the Dapper Man’s ass and take off…. To see the original, and read the comments, go here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-three-free-for-all.html

Near Home—August, 2020 Having fun with the Arab (not to mention not getting off) made me go back to the bookstore just two days later. This time it was an evening… It’s going to be a good night. The moment I sit down in the straight theatre, a regular, standing against the back wall, recognizes me. He comes over and kneels to suck my dick. It’s great warm-up head. Another man, who I don’t know, proffers me his dick to suck while the first man works on me. This new guy gives me a load with very little effort. I thank the guy between my legs as I get up to stretch. As I move to the door a young man comes in. At first I barely recognize him—he has a new pandemic beard—thick, bushy and very black. It looks great on his handsome brown face. He is lean and wearing just shorts and a tee. It’s his eyes that make me recognize him, with that look of naked desire. This is the man, maybe 30 now, who used to beg me to fuck him, but he would only do it in a booth. I loved playing with him (well, maybe not with the condom he insisted on for anal) but not in the booths. They were reserved for men to rent to watch a movie of their choice, and were a risky place to play. If caught, you could get booted out of the theatre. And I hated to be locked away from the other men watching… He touches my sleeve and follows me out into the hall. “Come on.” His head indicates where he wants me—the booths are right there. I shake my head. He tries to pull me in that direction again. I stop him with “The new guy at the counter is much more strict about those.” (It is true I had witnessed him toss a pair of guys out of the store one afternoon.) “And you know I love to show off…” I move on to the gay cinema. I find a willing mouth in the cock suckers chair—the one against the back wall where a guy can stand and be sucked. I unbutton and give the guy my dick. The newly bearded cute boy comes in moments later. He stands—watching me get head. Then he moves to the nook behind the entry door. I thank the guy and go to sit down. I stroke and watch the movie. If I turn towards the door—I can just make out Cute Boy standing in the shadows. There are quite a few men in the room. Another takes a turn on my dick, kneeling and licking me with gusto. When he stops, unable to get an easy load, I get up to piss. Cute Boy grabs me as I reach for the door handle. He sinks to his knees and undoes the button fly. He takes my still semi-hard dick into his mouth. He gives me the best head I’ve had tonight. Finally, I need to piss more than get sucked. I pull him up and thank him in a whisper: “I loved that. I really loved that one guy watched you do me.” Cute Boy makes a face. “I’ll be right back.” I piss and return. He’s still there, thinking he will get more. I smile at him and return to my seat. I jerk to Lucas Men. Eventually he emerges from the nook and takes a seat across from me. I let others suck my cock—or vice versa—as he sometimes glares, sometimes entreats me with his eyes. Each time I just spread my legs, offering him the goods—but right where I am. Thirty minutes later he gets up and sheepishly comes over, kneels and pushes my hand away from my drooling cock. He goes down on me in plain view of six men. The entire room is agog. They know this kid’s habits, too, though likely most have never felt his mouth or ass. Cute Boy works hard—making really noisy sucking sounds. Every man in the room is now jerking. Cute Boy looks up and seems astounded at the sexual energy in the room—energy that we are making. It’s enough to make him unzip and stroke as he sucks me. “Lick my balls.” My voice, though soft, seems really loud in the circumstances. He does as he’s told. The man nearest us sighs audibly. This makes Cute Boy work harder. He is getting into being a good cock whore in front of these men. I use this. I tell him when to go back to my dick, or my balls, or under my balls with my infamous line ‘get your tongue between my cockring and my balls. It’s my secret spot…” Cute Boy is beating his meat like crazy as he is told to go back to my cock. I stand up. I fuck his face, one hand behind his head. He takes almost the entire shaft on each stroke. Over and over. I pull out. I pull him up and kiss him. Then I drop to my knees and suck his long, thin cock. He gasps but let me do it. With every eye in the place devouring his body. We change back—me sitting and him on the floor. Then I pull him up to let me suck him as I sit there. Finally, I put him in the chair and begin a slow face fuck. He has to feel my cock engorging even more. I am so close—but not quite there. I pull out. My hand goes to my cock. “Open your mouth.” My command fills the breathless room. The first shot splatters his nose and drips into his new beard. The second is right on target in his mouth. I push my cock deep into him and fire the final five or six right down his throat. Beneath me, he shoots his own load—while he milks me of every drop… The original, and all the comments, are here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-two-not-in-public.html

After reading about the 4 men above, I am kind of glad to be just an honorable mention. I had fun fucking you--but I certainly didn't do it with the intention of being brutal...

Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from my quick job in western Indiana right at the end of July. I self quarantined for a week. I even did a rapid and then a regular Covid test as the county I had been working in was a hotbed of anti-vaxxers. All was well. Thank you, Moderna. Once I was horny again, I found many of the men in my stable seemed to be away for the summer. So I ended up going to the bookstore for three sessions. Each trip had its own highlight. Here is the first… I am sitting in the gay theatre. My legs are spread wide. My mask is on. I watch the video—and occasionally stroke the head of the man who is sucking my rampant cock. He is around my age—but is much heavier. It wasn’t easy for him to get on his knees. But he did it. The call of my dick is too strong. His mask is now under his chin. He is not, frankly, much to look at, but I know that he has some superb oral skills. He leaves my cock and buries his face on my balls. He licks them. He licks under them. He carefully sucks them one at a time into his mouth. Then he goes back to my dick. Long and deep. Every time. Not much else is happening this late, weekday afternoon. It’s fairly deserted. Occasionally someone comes in, looks at the sex taking place, nods and leaves. I wish I could give this guy a load. I know he’d love it—and it is feeling great, but I am nowhere near shooting. I can tell his time on his knees is coming to an end. Almost as I think it, his head comes off my dick and he makes to get up. I stand and give him an arm. He thanks me and heads out. Now I am alone. I decide to check the straight theatre. I go next door. Here there is one man sitting off to the side, his eyes glued to the girl on the screen taking dick in her ass. I sit in the back row. I open my fly and jerk. The guy never looks in my direction. He kneads himself through his pants. A lot. Eventually, shorts tented, he leaves. I sit alone and stroke. The door opens. A man, medium height, mid 40’s, with a wiry body (and mask-less), enters. At a glance he seems to be Arab. The dark hair on his head is cut very close to his scalp. His five o’clock shadow is deep and dark. The hair on his forearms is curly and ample. He stands against the back wall. Right next to where I am sitting. We both watch the movie. The woman being used is good looking—and she obviously loves very wet anal sex. It’s hot. For both of us. I stroke and the man next to me keeps grabbing at his crotch. We do this, silently, for a good 10 minutes. The only sound is the slick squish of the lube on my dick. I look over at him. This time I actually catch him looking at my dick. He looks away quickly. I stroke. He kneads. I turn to him. “You want help with that?” He looks at me. “No, but thank you.” His speech is very precise. We both look back at the screen. A new scene starts. Now it is two men with a new woman. I hear the zipper go down next to me. I don’t look. I let him get his cock out. Finally, I glance over. His hand covers his cock. He isn’t hard. But his hand is squeezing his shaft. His very hairy balls are just peeking out of the fly. I look back at the screen. We stroke and squeeze. Finally from him—“You suck dick?” “Sure.” I turn to him and remove my mask. He turns and lets me take his flaccid, just slightly plumped, cock into my mouth. He sighs as my lips close around it. He deliberately turns his head to look at the screen and not at the guy who has his dick in his mouth. I lick the head. His cock spasms and gives me a stream of cum. Did he just shoot? I swallow and keep going. His cock is harder. My tongue swabs his cock head again. Another shot of cum or precum and he is harder still. I swallow with a slight groan. I love his sweet fluid. He whimpers, but keeps looking at the woman being pummeled by two dicks. I swirl my tongue over the entire length of this cock. It springs to full life. And now he truly cums. He turns and holds me in place as his cock erupts. His load, even after all those other discharges, is immense. I swallow it all. He tries to pull out of my mouth. I grab his hairy balls and hold him in place so I can clean every inch of his deflating dick. I finally let go. He pulls out a napkin—but puts it away as he realizes I have left nothing to wipe up. He tucks his spent cock pack in his shorts. He turns to the door. “Thanks you,” he whispers—just audible over the video’s grunts and groans. “Anytime I’m here.” This makes him turn around. He looks at me. He finally gives me a nod and goes… The original post, along with 1000's of others, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/bookstore-highlights-one-arab.html

I am guessing that a fetish for straight men may be more a bottom thing than a top thing. I don't want a straight man's ass. He has no idea how to prep it for me.

I think 'Service Entrance' too. If I encounter your bare ass again--just like the first time, my phone will have been left in my car....

Thanks. He was fun---for being so inexperienced.

Thanks!

Eastern Illinois—July, 2021 “I want you to fuck me.” The text got my attention. This was a new direction for Dan, one of the trio of cocksuckers from the Illinois bookstore. (It was just detailed in the entry: A Trio of Cocksuckers.) We had exchanged phone numbers that day and now, on the following day, we talked about how much fun we’d had, exchanged pictures—and then he stated that he had been thinking about nothing but my dick in his ass. I learned he was new to gay sex, having been with women for most of his life. There had always been a few men, orally, on the side. I told him my dick was not for beginners. Then he admitted, now that he was single, to toys. And maybe one guy “Just for a moment.” I talked about clean out. And how my cock goes around the bend—through the second hole—of almost every man, so it would not be just a quick rinse. He promised he knew how to prepare—and would be ready. We set a day and time—and would meet at the same bookstore, with the handy bathroom back with the theatres… I arrive a little early. The store is not even open yet. But there is Dan, the white guy of the two men who mouthed me to perfection here two weeks ago, sitting in his car. He waves me over. I go and sit with him. He’s nervous—but seemingly in a good way. Cars begin to arrive. One other patron parks before the female clerk arrives. We wait a moment for her to get the lights on, the movies running, etc…and then go buy tickets. We don’t have the place entirely to ourselves—the one other patron is there watching straight porn. We take over the gay cinema. I sit on the couch where I got off to the combo of mouths. Dan strips to nothing but tennis shoes, folding his clothes and tucking them under a chair. I open my fly. Soon enough he is kneeling between my splayed legs. He sucks me to hardness in no time. Just as I am about to prompt him to lick my balls, he remembers to include them. I pull a chair around and tell him to kneel on it. I sink to my knees. The old linoleum is cool. My tongue touches his asshole for the first time. He shivers and groans. I begin to drill into him. The guy from the next room comes to observe. I hear him come in. I turn and look at him leaning against the low wall. “Don’t mind me…” he sighs and pretends to watch the movie and not us. I go back to licking and spitting and making Dan beg for cock. “Fuck, I want you in me,” he whispers. I stand up. I lube my dick yet again and poke the head into his hole. He is tight. But I fit. I inch into him. I add more lube. Another inch. I drool spit from above—and it actually lands on my dick. Another inch or so. I lean down over his back and whisper obscene things in his ear. It distracts him and I slip the rest of the way in. He recognizes what just happened and clamps down on me. I hold a long time. He loosens…and I begin to fuck. “Oh, fuck…” he mumbles, “that is so much better than plastic…” I keep to a slow, long stroke. The door buzzes. The man behind us leaves—and a new one comes in. He is short and thin, easily our age and, following Dan’s example, strips off. He sits in a side chair and jerks—watching the live porn, not the movie. I finally pull out. Dan’s as clean as he promised. I kneel and eat his hole again. This is a surprise for him. But he loves how much I am into it—and how vocal I become. I stand up and fuck him again. Faster and deeper. The guy to the side strokes in time with my thrusts. I gesture for him to feed Dan his dick. He does. Dan is now being spit roasted. His hand comes off his dick—which he has been working since I began. Now the man kneels to the side of me. Does he really want to taste my cock out of Dan’s hole? He does. And groans loudly as I let him lick it. Then I move him in to lick Dan’s freshly fucked hole. They both groan at how that feels. I take my dick to Dan’s mouth. We didn’t talk about ATM. He wavers for maybe a nano-second before he takes me deep into his mouth. And he’s hooked. Now he asks to clean my dick repeatedly as we play. I pause to strip off my pants and to flip Dan onto his back on the seat of the chair. It’s awful—too low for me and he doesn’t fit. We use the couch instead. We like watching each other’s faces. But my knees tire fast with my weight on them in this semi-awkward position. We go back to all fours on the chairs. The extra man, who had gone back to jerking when we were on the couch, now kneels behind me as I fuck. He licks at my ass crack on each backstroke. This is a bonus I certainly had not expected. He loves what he’s doing and does it well. Enough for me to lean over Dan’s back at one point and let him lick the entire hairy valley between my cheeks. We break. Dan wants to check things. The extra guy gets dressed, thanks me and goes home. I sip water and watch the film. Dan comes back. He tries sitting on my dick. He is bouncing on me as Glen, the other sucker from our first meet, arrives. Dan gets off me. Glen looks at us—nonplussed. He touches my dick—and mutters, “Too much lube,” and wanders away to the other room. Dan sits back down on my dick—and blisses out… * We have been going for over an hour. Dan decides his hole has had enough for one day. I really want to get off but respect his decision. He sucks me for a bit. I am back where I began on the sofa. He mutters something about sucking the cock that gave his ass so much pleasure. Then it’s my balls. Then my taint. He comes up for air. “Did that guy eat your ass?” “Yes…” And Dan dives in. He tongues me as if we have just started playing. “Get up and lean over,” he instructs. I do as I’m told. I grab the arms of the chair, bent over, ass vulnerable. Dan plants his face deep in me. His right hand finds my slick cock and begins stroking the length of it as he tongues me. I don’t have a chance. I spurt all my pent up cum over the chair seat…over and over. Here is the original: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/i-want-you-to-fuck-me.html

One of the joys of being gay is to set our own rules for relationships--it's about what works for the two of you! And that will be different for every couple...

I am old enough to say that cleaning out was not in vogue in Michigan in the late 1970's. I am sure there are men who did...but I didn't meet them. (My gay brother credits interviews in Mandate, etc with the guys doing porn in the early 1980's for leading the way to get clean out to be much more universal.) At my first bathhouse in 1977, the lack of clean out was so evident that I stopped fucking. For years. My long term partner was oral only....and we kept it mostly to ourselves for 15 years. When we finally opened the relationship in 1991 so I could fuck again, I was king of condoms, thinking it would also keep the mess off my dick. Of course, by then cleaning out was so expected I rarely had an issue. I do mention my size to men I have never fucked if they are coming to the house. I go past pretty much everyone's 'second hole'. Like others, I just need to know the guy made the effort. If there is an issue we will deal with it. (Another great reason to have a playroom so it's not my bed.) It is a smell issue, for me, too--if I can't put my face back down there to rim, mid-fuck. Maybe that's why I play with so many fistee's--who always go the extra mile. Felching their holes is amazing....

I would have to 'run into' the hot looking butt--repeatedly....

I agree!

I am pretty sure we've fucked there...

Indianapolis—July, 2021 Another week, another day off. I debated briefly what to do and where to go. But I knew I wanted to spend some time outside in the courtyard of the bathhouse on this beautiful summer day. And the sex would have to be better than last time, right? I strip at my locker. I go down to totally naked for a quick stop in the steam room. With the key around my wrist, I pass the sauna and hear the steam running. The big door closes behind me. As I walk through the steam to get to the back corner, I pass a man getting very wet and vocal head—and another man who is jerking to the scene. At the first corner, an older man is on his knees, eyes closed, with his hands behind his back. I thoughtfully stick my swelling dick in his mouth. His mouth is magnificent—a master at sizable dick and no teeth. I let him show off for a long time—then I fuck his face. We only stop for the heat has become unbearable. I decompress in the sauna. Now dry, I stop at the locker and add my jock, tucking the lube in the waistband. The boots go back on and the towel over my shoulder. I go up to the third floor and make the tour. There are new owners—and I’m told there is an additional play area. I find it—next to a porn jerk off area. They have taken two old rental rooms, knocked down the connecting wall and added a fuckbench, a chair and mirrors on the wall. I also see there are men in both TV rooms. And a few are on beds, with the door open. But many bottoms are actually making the circuit—and always lingering at one door. When I look in, I can see why. An incredibly handsome Black man is lying on the bed, ear buds in place, and stroking a large cock to porn on his phone. He looks up, nods, looks at my bulge and nods again. And goes back to his porn. I get some head in the big TV lounge. I thank the guy and walk around one more time. I watch a good looking guy in his 40’s hang out at the handsome guy’s door. He even removes his towel and shows him his beautifully gym-rounded ass cheeks. He puts the towel back on and goes to his room. I stop at the door. Handsome Guy beckons me in. “Shut it.” I close the door. “Show me what you got.” My cock is still hard and wet from the head in the lounge—the jock pouch does nothing but keep it close to my body. It springs out in full flower as I pull the cloth to the side. “Nice,” says Handsome Guy, stroking his own, slightly bigger dick. “I need to feel that in me.” He rolls over and gets on all fours. His ebony ass mounds are glorious. I go to my knees and bury my tongue into him. I pry his hole open with the tip of my tongue. I get him good and wet. I stand and work myself in slowly. I have to use a lot of lube—and it still isn’t enough. I add more as I inch into him. HG is groaning and moaning as if he’s never been fucked. He is jerking his own cock as I slowly, but inevitably, work myself into his tight hole. At last, my overgrown bush rubs against his upturned ass. “Fuck…” he mumbles into the mattress. I wait. And begin a slow fuck. His hand does double time on his cock. I build to a faster tempo—and so does he. I reach a good pace, my balls happily slapping his ass. But it’s too much for him. He spurts all over the sheet and begs me to stop. I do, and thank him, closing the door behind me. * I eat lunch outside in the courtyard where we can sit in various states of nudity. A good looking white guy in his 40’s—his hair pulled into a man bun—sits down next to me as I finish. We chat about the weather, then… “Were you here in time to see that hot Black guy plow the college kid in the steam room this morning?” I shake my head. “He is such a stud. But he only plays with really young men.” “Unless he wants to flip,” I murmur. The comment seems to go right over ManBun’s head. He is more interested in my jock pouch. Eventually we go in and up to the new fuckbench room. He drops his towel and sits on the chair. He sucks my cock to full hardness. I kneel and suck his hard uncut one. “Fuck me.” He gets on all fours on the chair…which puzzles me a little as there is perfectly good fuck bench right there. I eat his ass and then work my dick head into him. He stops me. “Let me sit on it.” I lie on the floor. He steps across me and lowers his hairy ass crack to brush the head of my cock. He slowly lowers himself. It feels incredible and he is less tense. He takes my entire shaft easily, in no time at all. He sighs and grinds himself down on me. He begins to fuck himself on my engorged cock. A nice steady pace. A couple of guys come in to watch. The third one in, he seems to know. “Jim,” or whatever it was, “Sit on this fucker’s face.” I look. A cute college kid, his long hair pulled into a pony tail, drops his towel and straddles my head. “His tongue is great,” ManBun tells him. “Then you will want to ride this baby maker.” The kid sits. His bubble butt almost cuts off my air, but I don’t care. I am lost in the double sensation of having two men ride me at the same time. The two lean towards each other and I hear them kiss. Too soon they stand up and change. But the kid rides my raw cock like a champ and I love eating the freshly fucked hole. The kid gets up. ManBun leans down and cleans my cock of their combined ass juices. They thank me and leave together. I am still lying on the floor when a man my own age enters. He has found the gym late in life and has a terrific chest and thighs. His grey hair is cropped close to his head. He extends a hand and helps me up—and climbs on the fuck bench. To thank him, I eat his ass and fuck him. And we can’t get enough of each other. We fuck the rest of the afternoon. I rim him again and fuck him there—as another man feeds him a dick and a load in his mouth. We kiss and I shove the cum he snowballs to me into his hole, which makes me fuck him yet again. We fuck in the sling—where I first feast on his now swollen, wet ass lips. I let another man fuck him. We go to his room so he can sit on my face—as he tells me he think the man may have silently loaded him. (He has so much ass jizz flowing into my mouth, I can’t be sure.) “I need to breed,” I pant. “Where?” He chooses the sling. And I breed him deep… The original post, along with 1000+ others, is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/back-to-bathhouse-you-will-want-to-ride.html

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You took the words right out of my filthy mouth... This is what takes a routine pump and dump to the level of good sex...

I have had fabulous sex. And I have had horrible sex. It is likely, with my age, that yes, I have had the best sex I will ever had. But I’ll be damned to let that thought stop me.

Here are two short entries. Neither rate the total “Bad Sex” label that some posts have earned, but “Odd” will suffice. Both happened during my stay in Indiana. It’s good to remember that every hookup is not “A trip to the moon on gossamer wings….” Indianapolis—July, 2021 After my fun oral bookstore outing I was stoked, on my next day off, to head to the local bathhouse. I strip off at my locker. As always here, I start in the steam room—it’s a great way to unwind after my hour long drive to get here. As I go in, I meet half a dozen sweaty men exiting the swirling steam. Two men are left as I round the corner and sit. Instantly a white guy in his 40’s is sucking me. And he’s terrible. I often endure teeth occasionally, but this is constant. I rarely ask a man to stop—but I have to do it. I think I ask nicely, but he goes off in huff. A much older white man takes his place. The head is good. What it should be. “Let me jerk you off…” Without waiting for any kind of response, he dumps a vast amount of lube on me. Enough liquid to pool in my pubes. His stroke is too hard and way too tight. I ask him to ease up a little. Instead he follows the other man out the door. And I am alone. I shower. And scrub. * I give some head in the dark room. And get three loads. Things are improving. Lube Guy finds me in the TV room. “Will you fuck me?” “Sure, if I can use a lot less lube.” I do. A man comes in to watch. The guy I’m fucking coats the floor with his jizz. I sit back down. The guy who watched us gets up. “Suck my cock, you whore.” I do—but soon he is aggressive. Truly hurting me, aggressive. I tell him to back off. He does. I think of leaving, but he asks again. Much more nicely. This time he holds my head and does all the work. I am about to indicate I am having trouble breathing as he shoots. * No one is left…until a very large Latino arrives. “Fuck me,” he pleads. He hands me a regular condom. I try to say no. He insists. I lube my dick with my own lube and stretch it over me. He is lubing his ass. With baby oil. I tell him it will destroy the latex. He doesn’t understand—or pretends not to. He grabs my dick, slathers oil on it and maneuvers it into his ass. We fuck. The condom is in tatters as I pull out. There is no way I could have cum—even when I felt the constriction around my penis dissolve. The Latino sits and jerks his small cock and shoots. At least he enjoyed it. And maybe planned it… I am alone. And I give up. Western Indiana—July, 2021 We’d talked on Asspig. He wanted to host at a motel in the only town of some size before Indianapolis. I liked his picture. We seemed to be a match. He asked if I would mind others coming. I said I was fine with that. On the day, off I went… I get there. The picture he has used on AP is many years old. But not enough to make me leave. I mean, I like men of all ages. Skill over beauty in my book. He is dressed in a leather harness and a choker of pearls. I am nonplussed, but not put off. He has the spreads pulled down on the beds, with play pads on them. CNN is on, (too loud) on the wall television to cover any sex noises. He tells me exactly how the fisting will proceed. I remind him I like to fuck as well as fist—as I’d said in our preliminary talks. No. So for now, I do as he outlines. He does open easily with his slender dildo. We move to hand easily. Cock? No. Two more men arrive—around the same age, whatever that age may be—and one is either drunk or high. He is loud—about everything. It is decided I shall fist the loud one. I do—easily as his partner spreads his boi’s cheeks for me and the original man just sits by us and starts to do a play by play of each thing I do. All while CNN blares. I slip my arm up this guy to almost my elbow. I do get to fuck the loud one—which makes him be, well, louder yet. I finally have had enough. Like a switch, I just can’t do anymore. I make up an excuse and get out of the noise and the stale aroma of poppers… Here is the original posts: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/two-oddities.html

Eastern Illinois—July, 2021 The next morning I went on to my new job in western Indiana—a contract that would take me through July. I spent almost two weeks getting the preliminaries done—and finally had some time for sex. I decided I wanted to go back to the bookstore over in eastern Illinois, where I had so much fun the last time I was in this area. Here is the description of the theatres I wrote on my first visit: “I loved the layout. Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door. Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore. I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner. There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on. There was a place to stand and watch in both areas. Two, actually, in the straight theatre. And the porn was mostly good.” I packed a lunch and went east on my first day off… I walk into the darkened space. I find the bathroom and piss. I move to the straight screen. One man is there, leaning on the low back wall, obviously jerking his dick, hidden in the shadow made by the partition. I stand next to him. He is my age. Shorty and compact with closely cropped gray hair. He glances at me. I look at him. He looks away and jerks harder. I move behind him and stand against the true back wall—near a chair. It takes a long time, but suddenly he comes my way and sits—presenting me with his tiny dick. I kneel and suck. It is over the moment the door from the lobby opens. He sprays my mouth with cum and is zipped up before the new arrival enters the room. I stay in place as he scurries to the bathroom to wash. I check both theatres. There is one man in each cinema now, the new arrival in the straight, and a lone figure on the gay side. It seems early in the day. I sit against the wall in the gay theatre and stroke. I can keep an eye on the gentleman standing in the back corner there—behind the same kind of low wall to lean on. This man is older. And seemingly very shy. I get up and stand nearer to him. I let the available light fall on my cock—and guess he will want a taste of me. We stroke, doing the quick glance thing, one after the other. Finally I turn to him, confident he wants my dick. He looks at me, then my cock and back at my face before he whispers: “Would you suck me like you did that other guy?” I nod and go to my knees. He has a much bigger dick. It stiffens to its full length the moment it goes in my mouth. I do a lot of tongue work that makes his cock drip. It makes even more precum when I hold it and lick his fairly hairless balls. It explodes when I take it back into my mouth and deep throat it. He pats my head with his incredibly soft hands, thanks me and leaves. * I am on the straight side. The porn is actually hotter here with two mega-hung men on one petite woman. I have heard the lobby door open a few times—and no one has joined me and a straight man (who seems to be here truly for the movie.) I get up to investigate. A good looking white guy, around my age, is against the side wall feeling a bulge in his pants. A large Black man is sitting on the chair. He can just see the movie over the wall. He is likely 45 with am ex-football player’s build. He has his cock out and is stroking. I stand against the back wall—fairly close to him. I take my cock out. Instantly his eyes go to me. “Get that thing in my mouth,” he hisses. I step to him and let him envelope my cock. He is one of those men born to suck. He is the best I’ve had in a long time. Great suction, the right pressure and superb tongue action. All that—and then he deep throats me for the first time. Amazing. I groan out my pleasure. I have to pull out of his mouth or I’m done. I step back. His big cock has hardened even more with sucking me. I go to my knees and start to take his cock. He grabs the shaft away from me and guides my mouth to his enormous, hairy testicles. I lick them as he jerks. The aroma is incredibly manly and makes me moan deep in my throat. When he has finally had enough tongue on his balls, he lets me suck his cock. Not for long, but to get a good taste—and to get it good and wet. “Stand up and put it back in my mouth.” I stand, but before I enter him, he says, “Dan, get over here and help.” The guy in the chair to the side joins us. He is balding with a fringe of grey hair and a darker mustache. He is likely around my age and in good shape. He goes to his knees and pulls my pants down as the other man goes back on my dick. Dan spreads my ass cheeks and his tongue hits my hole. Well, fuck! When he comes up for air, Dan says: “Glen, you need to taste his ass.” I am turned so Dan is now on my cock and Glen licks my crack with his thick tongue. For fifteen to twenty wonderful minutes, we give each other oral pleasure. I take a turn on Dan’s cock, Dan on Glen. Both of them on me. Now two on Glen. Or both of us on Dan. Sucking the same cock turns into kissing with whoever you are sharing with at the moment. Deep and forcefully, sometimes; tender and rather sweet the next. We finally break. None of us want to get off. We want it to last. They go out for a break in the sunshine and to get something to drink. I watch the gay porn on the couch. They are back in ten minutes or so. Swigging from their water bottles. Dan pulls my pants off again. He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my taint and balls. Glen sits next to me. He leans down and effortlessly deep throats me again and again. I try to reach for their cocks at different times. Each time my hand is batted away or my arm held up out of reach. They are intent on making me blow my load. And it’s working. It is so rare that a mouth gets me to cum, anymore. But these dueling tongues and lips are doing it. I can feel it growing. My balls tighten. Dan nods—and keeps licking them, with his thumb massaging my wet taint. Glen picks up the pace with his mouth. And I’m there. I blow my load deep into Glen. Dan comes up—looking for a taste. Glen pulls off my dick and allows Dan to lick some cum off my shaft, all while I writhe on the leatherette couch… The original post is here, along wiith many more: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/09/a-trio-of-cocksuckers.html