FelchingPisser

It does push the cum deep....and on the backstroke it pulls a lot of it back out--to fuck deeper into you again.

It's true! My big flared mushroom head loves to pull another man's semen out of whatever hole I'm fucking. My dick makes felching that much easier.

As did I from the seminary students I met at the bathhouse....

I don't need to trim my pubes to make my cock look bigger.... The more hair, anywhere, the better.

Interesting. I am now finding more young people interested in trying WS than I did 10 or 15 years ago.

The hairier the ass the better. I love my cum leaking out of a hairy hole and being caught by all that hair. It makes felching and snowballing it so much hotter!!

Many of the men I play with have taken a fist before. But I have taken a first timer or two (well, six or seven) there. Patience is the key. You likely won't get the guy into you the first time you try it. Ideally meet with the same top regularly for stretching. I have medium collapsible hands and I can get into men quicker than guys with huge paws. Let the top--and you, too at home--use graduated toys, especially butt plugs--to give you that slow stretch. Speculums are also a great stretch. There are more toys for this than ever before--to help open a hole. Join AssPig. Read the certifications on guys from other members to find qualified tops. Fisting is actually a great thing for bottoms to do together--to flip with each other. Go to Fist Fest or a weekend where a fisting club has taken over a gay venue--that is where I honed my skills.

Which is what I prefer, too. But it doesn't always happen that way. I just had a hot man over who came straight from visiting his parents and he couldn't do a clean out there. I live a distance from bigger (gayer) cities. If they are driving in to me for over an hour, I want to have things on hand--even if they did the clean out at home. I also do long fisting sessions--so a touch up is sometimes in order.

I rent and didn't want to install a hose for my visiting bottoms. I bought what is now called the Perfect Fit Shower Douche from Mr. S (It was the ErgoFlo when I bought it and it had had another name before that.) The pouch fits over the shower head. It does the job without taking your wrenches to the hotel. [think before following links] https://www.mr-s-leather.com/perfect-fit-xplay-pro-shower-douche

I have had a number of men do this to me. Heaven. I have a big cock head. It's wonderful to know there will be not teeth knicking me. One man was embarrassed to remove his dentures. I kept telling him how good it felt and he slowly got over that on subsequent meets. The other men did it proudly and announced I was in for a treat. And I was....

Yes....and the 'few loads'....yes, please!!

Three, that I know for sure. No, four.

Near Home—August, 2021 I came home from Chicago and holed up in my duplex. It was the largest group I had mixed with in ages. It was also the largest group of all vaccinated men I had mixed with ever. I felt fine, but I kept to myself for twelve days to make sure. So, of course, now that I was ready, the hook ups sites were dead. I went to the bookstore nearest to me… It’s slow, but it is a Friday afternoon. I do no more than look into the empty straight theatre before turning and going around to the gay side. The door shuts with a loud click behind me. There is no one here either. I sit in the cock sucker’s seat. I unbutton and knead my full jock pouch. The porn looks like it has potential. I hear a movement behind me. Someone is in the corner behind the door. I wait. The movie is good enough that my cock emerges from under the fabric. I stroke it. Slowly. The man behind me moves along the wall until he is even with me. He is a mixed-race young man I have seen here before, but he has always been only a watcher. He is in his very early 30’s, maybe 5’8” and has always carried a little extra weight. He looks like he now has some Covid weight around his middle, too. “Damn,” he says, breaking the silence. “Nice dick.” I thank him. He squeezes his cock as looks at me stroke—and then at the film where a very hot three way is close to the multiple cum shot. “Take it out,” I tell him. “Nobody’s here.” He does. We stroke in silence as jizz is splashed all over the incredibly hard bodies on the screen. Suddenly he is standing next to me. I turn and his short cock is in my mouth. He is close to cumming. I press forward…and get another three inches of cock in my mouth that his extra weight is hiding. He shoots, zips up, thanks me—and leaves. * I go to the straight theatre for some jerking variety. Sitting in the back row is a dapper old man. A white man, who is at least 10, if not 15, years older than me. He is neat and trim and sitting with his nicely pressed pants wide open—sporting a rampant thick piece of uncut meat. We smile at each other as I sit in the chairs in front of him. Pretty soon I feel him lean forward to get a gander at my cock. He taps my shoulder. “Would you mind standing up and showing me that cock of yours?” I smile—and do what he asks. “That is one of the nicest I’ve ever seen.” “You have a beauty yourself,” I tell him. (This is not the conversation I would ever have thought I would have just by looking at him.) I move around and sit next to him. I am definitely longer. But his entire shaft is as thick as the widest point of my mushroom cock head. “My wife loved my thickness—but she couldn’t handle sucking it,” he tells me. “That’s how I first found out that some men love to do it.” He turns and looks at me. “Is that you?” he asks, very softly. I don’t answer. I slide to the floor and take him in my mouth. I do have to open wide, but it’s not a struggle. Or a long suck. He is obviously in need. His body shudders with a full on orgasm. But it’s totally dry. All the feeling is there for him—but he shoots nothing at all. He thanks me profusely and dabs at his spit slick cock with a white handkerchief. “That was wonderful.” He lays his very white, very soft hand on my shoulder. “Thank you again, dear boy.” I melt a little into my chair… * I get some head from the couple who come here to suck others—usually not in each other’s presence, but they take turns on me today, pulling down their masks when not sucking. Then they bustle off to the arcade. A guy around my age comes in. He stands along the back wall. Tall, and gangly, dressed in shorts, a yellow tee and sandals. He unzips immediately. He flogs a dick that refuses to get hard. I turn towards him and he shoves it in my mouth. Nothing. I can’t do anything to get him hard—and I know have good skills. The guy sighs, pulls out and goes to his knees. The moment he takes me in his mouth he gets hard. As a rock. So hard he soon dares not touch himself. He gives me decent head for another moment—and touches his cock. “Ahjesusfuck,” he mumbles—standing up and just getting it to my mouth in time as he fires off his load. I take it all—and then he crams it back into his shorts and leaves. I sit by myself for a minute. On a normal night, all three of the men that have been in my mouth would have been second or third or fourth choices as playmates—but today they were all, well, fun… I button up and go back to the gay theatre. I spend some time alone. The door opens. In comes a guy in his late 20’s. His skin is dark—and in total contrast to the tight white A-shirt he wears. His arms are thick and powerful. His thighs fill up the old school gym shorts that stop mid-thigh. He sits next to the wall. He carries a soda bottle and takes a long drag on it as his legs splay out. The door opens. A young man, white and pale comes in. He has to have followed this guy from the arcade—he knows he will find him here. “Now suck my dick right,” the first man tells the kid as he pulls the tiny shorts down to his ankles. His fully engorged, thick cock is trying to escape from a once white jock. The younger guy kneels and starts to fellate him. But it’s not going well. “Cover your damn teeth,” he hisses at the younger man. I watch the big guy grab the back of the younger ones neck and hold him in place. The kid chokes. Hard enough for the kid to wrest himself free and leave. The man strokes to the porn—as do I. He barely looks at me—just once, perhaps, at my dick. The door opens—it’s a mid 40’s white guy, seemingly also from the arcade. “You want to try again?” the built guy asks. “Naw, you’re too thick.” This new guy lingers for a moment—then leaves. Silence. With just the two of us beating our big cocks. “What about you…Daddy?” I look at him—at least he didn’t call me “Gramps.” I shrug, stand up and kneel between his legs. I oval big and sink down on him. “Well, fuck! That’s it…” He’s pleased. I can just keep my teeth covered, the way my mouth is stretched. He grabs the back of my throat and holds me in place. He fucks up into my mouth. I eventually choke—but it’s the good kind—it squeezes his trapped dick and he loves it. He stands and lets me do what I do—and then fucks my face again. I don’t choke in this kneeling position—and he gives a satisfied grunt. “Get ready—I’m finally gonna blow.” His dick expands---and he does. A huge white load. Most goes straight down my throat. He stands still and I am allowed to clean him up. He pats me on the shoulder in a very similar way to the old man—but says nothing. I get off in two strokes—all over the floor—the moment I hear the door slam shut. Here is a link to the original, one of over 1000 postings: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/10/a-minor-epiphany-at-bookstore.html

From Dick Wadd: Berlin Fist Fuckers.

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.