FelchingPisser

Isn't that the only option??

I like to DP. It is often work to get everything in alignment: a hole that that can take it and 2 tops who are hard enough and long enough to make the process easier. It helps to have really limber men. The DP I did in my first porn took us an hour to film--for a sequence that lasted maybe 6 minutes on the finished video.

Toronto—March, 2020 (This picks up immediately after the last post) Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug. “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…” We kiss lightly and then he bends to sample my rampant, engorged rod, fresh from Alexandros’ hole. Dolf grunts his approval as he takes me deep into his throat. His tongue gets busy as he slowly pulls off it. He leaves my dick good and wet—as he leads me to a fuck bench that I hadn’t noticed behind us in a little alcove of the maze. He gets on it and I fall to my knees. I can’t wait to bury my face in his famous ass again. My tongue drills into him. He’s had at least one cock. I can tell—but I don’t think it’s a full load I am tasting. I spend a long time eating his hole. Dolf is groaning—and soon obviously has a dick in his mouth as I continue to ream him out. I stand and push my cock against the spit slavered sphincter. He grunts around the cock in his mouth and takes me in. Slowly—but a nice steady glide. Just a slight thrust from me buries me in one of the hottest asses in porn. My pubes grind into him. Dolf pants as I hold in place. I feel his ass relax. It’s my cue to begin a slow fuck. I finally focus on the man in Dolf’s mouth—it’s the African I played with upstairs. We smile. I pick up the tempo. You can hear my hips slapping that fine, upturned ass. A crowd gathers. The African gives way for others to push willing cocks into Dolf’s mouth. I slap Dolf’s ass and nod to the African. His long, thin cock glides right in—leaving Dolf empty for no more than a millisecond. He hammers Dolf’s ass—so hard Dolf has to stop sucking the group clustered around his head. Just as suddenly the African pulls out of his ass, grabs me by the neck and pulls me into place. My cock goes into Dolf again. And I realize I’m fucking in load. The African has cum again—not more than 45 minutes after his load upstairs. Damn. I use it to good advantage. And announce it to the group: “He just got a load. It feels fantastic.” A young man, who must spend hours at the gym, pushes from the crowd at Dolf’s mouth towards me. “I’m going to cum. Let me in him.” I pull out. The kid inserts. Just in time. “Yessss!” he groans. He doesn’t marinate in the hole. He pulls out and a lot of jizz comes with him. I step up and catch the jizz flow with my cock head. “Let me fuck your cum deeper,” I tell him. I fuck in what I know for sure is two loads in. The Gym Kid watches fascinated—and won’t let a willing man clean up his cock, which he holds tightly to his ripped abs. I continue to fuck Dolf until I see a thick uncut guy patiently waiting for me to finish. I lean over Dolf’s back and whisper in his ear. “I will be back to churn those loads…” Dolf whimpers his assent around the cock in his mouth before I let Mr. Uncut into that already frothy ass… * I really need to catch my breath. I empty my water bottle and go to piss. There is a guy hanging around the toilets—I hope he might want a drink. But no, seemingly not. I feed it to a porcelain urinal instead. I wander out to the upstairs bar. There is a familiar face. My cubby friend Franklin is here. I know he’s come straight from work—so his ass is off limits tonight. We chat for a moment. I tell him about Dolf. Moments later, he leads me out of the crowd of men at the bar to an empty area near the DJ booth. Franklin goes to his knees. My cock, after my piss, is back in my jock pouch. He kisses the bulge. Inhales. Deeply. Kisses it again. I begin to swell. He works my cock out, using his teeth to pull back the fabric. My cock all but slaps him in the face. He holds onto my balls and takes the head into his mouth. His tongue works every inch of that flared helmet head. Slowly, he begins to take the shaft into his mouth. Then his throat. I know he’s good for three quarters of my length. Not today. Suddenly he is to the base. My cock is completely wedged in his throat. It feels incredibly tight. But deliciously so. I sigh and don’t move. I’m guessing he needs to be in control. He backs off me quickly. And goes most of the way down me again. I return the favor after a bit…giving his very hard cock a good tongue washing. There is a low cube by the railing. He lies down on it, his head hanging over the edge. “Fuck my mouth.” I straddle his head and enter him. It takes a second to find the right angle, but when I do it is terrific. I can let him slobber over my cock head. I can pull out and lower my balls into his mouth for a good tonguing. I can fuck his mouth. I do this carefully. I listen to his vocal encouragement as I do this—and I fuck into him deeper with each positive sounding grunt. And suddenly I am fully down his throat again. Pubes in his nose. Not for long. I pull off him and he sits up panting. We go our separate ways. I find several men to fuck in the sling area where I began. I pull out of a short Latino and see my friend Kevin coming towards me. We hug. We take over a sling. Kevin is still looking extremely athletic—though I haven’t seen him for a couple of years. We used to meet at Steamworks, usually during CumUnion, for he loves multiple tops. But he had always had us wrap our dicks…well, no more. He’s on PrEP now and loving the feel of raw cock up his ass. I help get his ankles into the stirrups. “How many cocks?” I ask him. “Three—but no loads yet.” “It’s early.” I kneel and eat his used hole. He tastes wonderful. His sizable dick pokes out of his jock. He takes a hit of poppers and moans as I spit deep into him. I do it again and again as he toys with the precum leaking out of his cock. My hand goes up and mops it onto two fingers. I swipe down his hole and drill the liquid into his ass with my tongue. It makes my cock drip, so I finger some of that into him too. I stand up and enter him. We have been playing on and off for 6 or 7 years…and I am finally going in raw. Our eyes are locked on each other as I inch into him. It is a total mind fuck for both of us. I bottom out. I hold. I fuck. Harder and harder. A guy comes over and sticks a long dick into Kevin’s mouth. He goes into pig heaven. I fuck him a little slower now, so his teeth won’t connect to the other cock. I look at the guy in his mouth and point to Kevin’s ass. He nods and comes around. I pull out and take my ass flavored dick up to Kevin’s mouth. The guy fucks him while Kevin cleans my dick. We reverse. And once again. Finally Kevin asks for a break. I tell him I will find him later…and to come find me when he takes a load or two. I wander. I get my cock sucked by the downstairs bar. I fuck a few holes in the maze—men just bent over and eager. I watch Dolf take more dick I take a turn—Telling him how good the loads I’m churning feel. I pull out. Alexandros is right there to clean me up. I pull him up to his feet and kiss him. “Please, will you a fuck a friend of mine?” I nod and he leads the way to the glory hole wall… (More to come…) There are pictures with this orginal post. You can find it here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/fukdto-fucking-dolf-friends.html

My last play, before the Covid lockdown stopped me having sex, was the final Fukdto gathering in Toronto with Dolf Dietrich. At least I went out with a bang. A really big bang. Toronto—March, 2020 “Are you sure they are even going to be open?” I am sitting in my car at the customs terminal, having just crossed the Blue Water Bridge on Saturday, March 14. I have told the rather hunky man in uniform that I am headed to a private viewing in downtown Toronto. An art viewing is implied, but never stated. I tell the man that there was an email on Friday stating that things were going ahead. And indeed I had received an email with the jubilant headline “Dolf Has Landed!” I had also sent the organizer of Fukdto a private email before I got on the road. Everything was still a go. He listens, still skeptical. Then: “Well, off you go. Drive carefully.” I take off and get into town easily, quite a few hours before the event’s start time at 10pm. I eat and nap in my hotel room—and check in online with a number of my friends who are planning on attending. By 9:30pm I pack my leather and walk over. I walk up the steep stairs right as the space opens. I am the only person there. The set up looks much the same. The maze of plastic sheeting is up. As I pay my admission, I wonder what play equipment is hidden in it this time. There is a sling by the bar. I go up to the smaller, open upstairs areas and sit so I can look down into the maze. It is dark—but a few people are running around, getting out things like the free cum towels or putting rolls of paper towels by the play stations. There are more slings set up in these two upper areas. I get into my leathers slowly. By the time I check my bag more men have begun to arrive. I stand, alone in the smaller upper area and look down into the maze. I can’t see much of anything. There are two men on the opposite area kissing. Both are in designer jocks and boots. I watch as the kiss breaks off and one man goes to his knees. I knead my stained jock pouch. My cock plumps. “May I do that for you, Sir?” I start. I hadn’t seen anyone come over here. Maybe he’s been here the entire time, sitting in the shadows. I grunt assent. He kneels and reverently frees my cock from the jock. The man is very young. And gives excellent head. He is taking me to the root now. Making himself gag and pulling off me, grabbing some air and going right back down to the base of my dick. I hold him down there this time. He gags—and I let go. He rocks back onto his heels and gasps for air. “Damn, I love that…” he rasps out. I pull him up. I normally would kiss him…but settle for a hug. He is hot. Dark hair on his head and wisps of it on his chest…and a forest of dark hair on his legs. My hands drop to his ass cheeks. They are as hairy as his legs. His skin tone is olive. He can’t be over 27. He grins and drops back down to his knees to suck me some more. Lots of tongue everywhere, including my fat, hairy balls. Then he deep throats me. He comes up for air, almost laughing. And my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle. He stands up. I turn him so he can lean on the railing, looking out over the club. I kneel and begin working my tongue between those hairy cheeks—all while stroking my spit covered dick. He groans. “Eat my ass, daddy...” I grunt my pleasure and drill into his tight sphincter with my pointed tongue. He groans again. Louder. “You like that hairy ass…?” I show him how much by standing up and rubbing my dripping cock on his hole. He reaches back and stokes my dick—but doesn’t let it into his ass. He jerks me for another moment and then turns. “I really want this big dick in my ass. But I need to check myself.” He kisses me on the cheek and heads towards the restrooms. I wonder if I’ll see him again. Things have progressed on the upper area across from me. The two men have been joined by others. I head over. A hot man is in one of the slings. A top I recognize from here is eating out his ass. I pull out my dick and put it in the hot man’s mouth. The top looks up from his rimming, recognizes me and nods a welcome. The angle isn’t great for head, but the scene is hot. Soon enough the top stands and slaps his short, thick cock on the man’s jock mound. He then plows into the man. “Fuck!” the man moan’s around my dick. The sling moves in the fuck rhythm of the top. He bangs into the hot guy two dozen times and then kneels again to eat the hole he just fucked. Still on his knees he waves me over. I move towards him and he has an extended moment of sucking my cock and spitting my precum into the hot guy’s open hole. Again and again. “Fuck him,” says the top, standing up. I kneel automatically to taste the hole I am about to fuck. And I have a covid inspired moment of ‘I’m about to lick this guy’s spit’…but it’s only a moment. I’m here—I’m playing and the hell with it. I rim the man. He is already awash with his own ass juices and the top’s saliva. I love the taste. It makes my cock drool even more. I stand up. And insert myself into him. The other top has moved to the hot guy’s mouth. The hot guy obviously enjoying his own ass juices on the top’s cock. He slurps loudly as I fuck him. “I pre-loaded him before we came,” the top tells me. “He has three frozen loads in that hot mancunt.” No wonder his ass feels so great. I am tapped on the shoulder by a very tall African. I pull out and let him take a turn—moving up to replace the first top for a cock cleaning. Another man joins us and tweaks the nipples of the man in the sling. I let a fifth man take my place in the bottom’s mouth. I kneel and watch the long, but thin, black dick go into the bottom. When he notices I’m down there, the African pulls out and shoves his cock in my mouth. “That what you want?” I answer by cleaning him thoroughly. He pulls roughly out of my mouth and plunges back into the dripping, frothing hole. “Kiss me,” the African instructs. I stand up and kiss him, letting him taste the man’s juicy ass on my tongue. The African groans. And shoots his first load of the night… The original top and I take turn’s felching… * I drink a long swig from my water bottle to clean my palette. I head down to the maze. The crowd has really grown—there must be over 50 people now. And I want to see if Dolf is in evidence yet. I move through the twist and turns of the maze. I notice the glory-hole-for-ass wall is up—though no one is at it yet. I find a sling hidden in the spaces created by the plastic sheeting. A man my age is getting railed in it. I move on to the back corner where I hear a man grunting out his pleasure. I turn a corner and find the source of the noise. My hairy legged cocksucker is bent over a block getting fucked. The top, also in his 20’s, sees me, nods and shows off with how hard he can drill the young man in front of him. He pulls out, slaps his hand on the hairy butt and leaves. I sink to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole. “Fuck, it’s you, daddy,” the young man croons. My ego is stroked that he recognizes my tongue work in his hole. “I want your cock so bad…” I ignore him and continue to tongue fuck him. Only when I have had enough, do I stand up and sink into him for the first time. “Fucccck.” He croons. “You are even bigger back there.” I slap his up turned cheek and fuck his hairy ass hard. When I pull out, the boy spins around to clean my cock. This time we kiss. He’s good doing this, too. When we finally break he bends back over the block, reaches behind him and guides my cock back into his hole. We fuck a long time. One man finds us and stops to stroke. I offer him the hot, hairy ass but he decides to feed his dick to the boy’s mouth. The kid groans as he suddenly has two cocks in him at once. It makes me fuck harder to watch his hunger for the other guy. I offer his ass once again to the newcomer, but he just smiles and takes off. I pull out of the boy. Again he cleans me—totally turned on by his ass juices. We chat for a moment. He’s Alexandros. He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear, over the DJ-ed dance music: “And I am here for you all night. Anything you want…” I thank him and tell him to go get some loads in his butt–and then find me. He happily goes off into the maze. I go the opposite direction. I turn a corner and there he is—all six foot four of him. Dolf. He has his hand on a young guy’s cock—who pats Dolf’s ass and moves off. Dolf turns in my direction. His eyes first go to my wet, swollen dick that can’t possibly fit back in my jock, before his eyes come up to my face. I smile and nod. I see the light bulb go off. “I know you. Chicago,” I smile. How could I not be pleased? Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug. “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…” (More to come…)

Grand Rapids, MI—March, 2020 (This picks up right where ‘Opening His Hole Inch By Inch’ left off.) We have stopped for coffee and a light snack—and we take it out to the truck. We have about an hour’s trip ahead of us. I sip the hot liquid gratefully. It’s a chilly night. We eat. We talk. We love to compare notes on men we have both fucked. The coffee kicks in just as we reach the city limits. I am ready to fuck. And I really need to piss. Check in is fast. It’s a CumUnion night. It is nowhere near as packed as the previous one I attended here where every locker in the place was sold out. We strip down—and go our separate ways. I piss like the proverbial race horse and then go up a floor and scout out the play spaces. No one is in the glory hole area. One man is sprawled on a mattress in a dark corner—asleep. The sling is empty. One man is on all fours in the mattress area near the sling. Any number of men are sitting around by the stairs, but no one is playing. I sit down in the big screen porn area. Alone. I haul out my cock out of the jock I left on and stroke to the adequate porn. In no time the men from the seating area, one by one, come in to check me out. But only one is brave enough to kneel and ask to suck it. I spread my legs wide in answer and let him go to it. He is pretty good. He is also noisy enough in his enjoyment of taking my dick to make men gather around. Half a dozen men watch, hands under their towels or squeezing a bulge in their own jocks. Only one man opens his towel all together and tosses it on his shoulder. I reach for his cock and suck it as the man between my legs groans. But nobody else wants to join us. They stand around watching or shuffle off to sit and do nothing. I am enjoying being in the middle with a dripping cock in my mouth and an enthusiastic middle aged man slobbering over mine. Eventually I pull his head off me and, using the hand on the back of his head, guide him up to share the cock I’ve been sucking. He sucks it avidly and I hunker down in the chair to lick the standing man’s balls. It’s a big hairy sack—and I leave a ton of spittle all over it. “Which of you is going to fuck me?” The man on his knees has pulled off the dick and looking at the two of us. “I should open him up for your big dick,” says the guy we’ve been sucking. I stand up and the sucker bends over the first row of seats. I move behind him and spit on his very plump ass. I tongue fuck him a little. The other man moves around to feed him his dick as I rim. He thoughtfully reaches forward and pulls the man’s butt cheeks apart for me. “Get him good and wet.” I do. I spit and tongue fuck it into the hairless butt in front. He is tight. He’s obviously not been fucked tonight. I get him as wet as possible and then stand up, handing the small bottle of lube I keep in the waistband of my jock to the man getting his cock sucked. He comes around, lubing up his 6 incher. He pushes in. Hard and fast. The bottom yelps and I stick my dick into his open mouth. The force of the fucking is making the guy between us take me deep into his mouth on every stroke. He gives up trying to suck—he just holds on and becomes a cock sleeve for the two of us. The guy in his ass is breathing hard. Panting. He’s going to erupt any minute. The top gives a final shove in and howls out his orgasm. I pull out of the bottom’s mouth, afraid he might bite down. I let the top shudder as the bottom obviously milks his cock. After a moment, he pulls out and pushes past me. “Churn that load.” I want to clean his cock up—but he has already decided that is the bottom’s job. I use my cock head to catch a long drip of semen running out of the fucked and creamy hole. I push in between the now puffy ass lips and slide along the trail of cum. It feels great and I tell him so. “Push my jizz into this whore’s guts,” the first top barks. He has pulled his overly sensitive cock out of the bottom’s mouth. It is wilting fast—but his face tells me he is loving watching me churn his load. He moves around to see it better. I slow down my fucking and do long strokes in and out, pulling out my sperm covered cock for him to see. “That is so hot…” Then he slaps the bottom on the shoulder and heads for the showers. I pull out intending to taste the load I’ve been fucking in…but instead I find we both need to follow the first top to wash… * My cleaned up cock gets some head in the gloryhole area when I return to the play area. All the holes are low with my long legs. I have to hunker down at an odd angle to get my cock through, but the man who is sucking me is good—and I like not having a clue who it might be. He works hard—but gives up when he realizes he won’t make me blow my load. I do another walk around the various play areas. I find and fuck a guy in the sling. He is older and has a big, inviting ass sticking out for all fuckers. I rim him briefly—tasting the use he has had from at least one man tonight. He groans. I stand up and slap my cock on his ball sack. He grunts out: “Fuck me, stud.” I slide into him. He is tight and wet. I reach down and work the sizable nipples on his very hairy chest. His very small dick stands up and pulses each time I squeeze. I keep up a steady fuck rhythm. The sling chains creak and groan. A bystander comes over and takes over working the fuckee’s nipples. I grab the chains and increase the speed of my thrusts. The bystander squeezes hard and the man’s tiny cock shoots all over himself, hands free. Strings of cum hang from the forest of chest and pubic hair. The man groans deep in the back of his throat. I pull out. He thanks me, hoarsely. And I help him out of the sling. I find my friend. He is at the buffet set up in the front lobby. He has give some young man an oral load—and can go home anytime. He tells me to take my time, but, after two chocolate cookies, I head out on a mission to get off. I go back up to the play area. On the mattress near the sling, I see a familiar ass. It’s the man I christened Cowboy Boots years ago in these posts, as he was wearing them at the time. (I simply don’t remember whether he was on this night in March!) I move behind him. His hole has been used—as it always is. I lean down and begin licking up and down his ass cleft. He groans. When I go deep, he looks around to see who is chowing down on his ass. He grins as we make eye contact. “Eat me,” he grunts. “Love your tongue…” I grunt, maybe it’s more of snort as I wallow in the cum I’m finding deep inside him. He gives a slight push and I get a dollop of someone’s jizz on my tongue. I savor it and swallow. My cock jumps. It’s time to fuck. “I need to breed you,” I hiss in his ear. “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs and his hole flowers open to take the big head pushing against it. It swallows me up. I am suddenly balls deep inside him. He squeezes. I begin to move. Not so slow. I know he can take whatever I can throw to him. I pump and churn the sperm in his hole. I pull out once and taste the load. It makes me want to shoot. I slide my dick back into him and almost immediately begin firing my pent up load. Once shot after another… I slept all the way back to Lansing… The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-holes-of-cumunion.html

Lansing—March, 2020 The top man with who I love to share hole—often at a Michigan campground—wrote me. Work was getting him down. Prepping for the pandemic, which he knew would come to Michigan any day now, was exhausting him. He needed release. He needed me. But not to fuck alongside him. He wanted my dick. Inside him. To fuck his hole. This was not altogether new. We had tried it once before. BB. That’s not Bare Back—but Before Blog. It had been that long ago when I had eaten him out and he had managed to take most of my dick, but not all, and not for long. He wanted to try again. The itch in his hole was constant. So, on a Saturday night at the top of the month, I came up to scratch it… We are in his basement. His arms are wrapped around my chest. Tight. Without a word he kneels. My jock pouch swells. I ruffle his iron grey hair and tell him to suck me. He lingers, inhaling the jockstrap. This is an exclusively cum marinated jock, as I know he has little interest in piss. As he stares at the outline of cock under the worn, stained fabric, I glance around the room. He has curtained off an area for play—cutting off all the unused furniture and storage boxes from view. There is a sling and a flat fuck table side by side. Porn plays. The light is dim—and reddish. We look hot in jocks and boots. He pulls back the fabric. He takes a long moment to get my cock out. It brushes his cheek as it uncoils. He hesitates for a moment then takes me into his mouth. A third of my dick disappears. I let him set the tempo of the cocksucking. For the moment. He comes off it and moves his lips up and down the shaft. Then he ovals again and takes down half of my prick—enough to hit the back of his throat. He pauses…and pulls off me. I guide his head into my balls. “Lick them. Don’t suck. Lick them. Make ‘em nice and wet.” He does as he’s told. I like giving orders to this ex-military man. I pull my dick to my stomach so it allows better access for his ravenous tongue. He gets the hairy orbs good and wet. When I’m ready, I lower my cock and drill it into his mouth. This time he takes ¾ of it…with the tiniest gag. I pull out and thrust into him again. Just as deep. He takes it with no problem. I fuck his face. My hands clamp onto the back of his head. I don’t go as deep—but there is no escape from my pistoning cock. Five strokes. Ten. I stop and let his ragged breath come back to normal. The moment it does, I fuck his face again. Ten strokes…the last two a little deeper. He almost gags, but controls it. I pat him on the head. A job well done. “Get in the sling. I need to eat your hole.” He does. I get his ankles into the stirrups. I lube my cock as I kneel and dive in. I hear the poppers crack open as my tongue finds his tight pucker. It’s not tight for long. Between my insistent barrage of pointed tongue strokes and the poppers, he flowers open. I change to wide licks of the entire ass crack ending with me spitting directly into his hole. My tongue drives each gob deep in his chute. Over and over again. “I want…your dick in me…so bad…” He is lost in his own world of poppers and pleasure. I eat him out a little more, then stand and enter his open hole. Just my cock head. It makes a satisfying pop as his ass ring snaps over it. He grunts, takes a hit and I barely move. Just the tiniest of thrusts forward. I pull out and lick his now open hole. I spit. I stand and stick myself into him again. Maybe two inches of cock. Again, I barely thrust. I just keep slowly opening his hole. Getting him used to having something in there. He grunts his pleasure—keeping his eyes tightly shut. I repeat the process once more. This time as I push in, I slide in all the way. I don’t mean to, but his ass is open and welcoming. I hold, my thick bush grinding against him. He inhales from the bottle and I begin to fuck. “Oh, yeah…fuck…Argh…FUCK!” he groans. I am doing a very measured, slow fucking of his ass. I build up speed. I don’t bottom out with each stroke…maybe he gets the full shaft every third or fourth time. His cock is erect…but soon the poppers and the clamping down of his ass takes it down. I reach forward and twist his nipples slightly. He gasps, but groans his approval. My fuck picks up tempo. Soon I am giving it to him full throttle. Then I slow. Stop. I surprise him by eating his well fucked hole…his hole that can’t quite close now. I stand up and fuck him hard for a second time. I get him out of the sling and we stretch. I bend him over the table, chest to table top. I kneel behind him and tongue his battered hole. I taste his juices and my own, unmistakable preucm. I stand and slip inside again. He is not comfortable here. His head and back arch up…and I grab the back of his neck and force him back down to the table. I drill him deep. And hard. Only then do I let him up. We break for water. Back in the sling I use a vibrating butt plug on him for variety, fiddling with the controls. My dick goes back in, too. Slow, but soon it's too fast. Steady to pile driving. And that does it. He asks me to stop. His hole has had it. We talk—we both want to get off. What about going to the bathhouse? Both knowing this could be a last trip for a very long time. We clean up a little, get dressed—and get in his truck… Next time: Getting off in a familiar ass…. The original post is here: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/09/opening-his-hole-inch-by-inch.html

Near Home—March, 2020 Well, I am back to writing up the first of the three encounters I had in March before we locked down. (I still haven’t figured out how I am breaking the TWELVE WEEKS of no sex, but I’m working on it.) At the top of March, Don came to my place without his partner Reid. We thought about just using the sling—but while we talked, we realized that we both wanted to involve others. We got in my car and headed to the bookstore closest to me. It was a warm spring afternoon. The parking lot, while not packed, held more cars than I expected. We went in and paid. The straight theatre was fairly full. Men were scattered around the dim room—but no one was doing anything. I smiled at Don, a veteran bookstore cocksucker. He grinned and nodded. I sat in a chair down near the television and unbuttoned my pants… My cock springs out of my jock. I am wearing a dirty white pouch that will eventually be sent halfway around the world. The smell of piss and cum fills my nostrils and makes my cock start to drool. I have worn it for Don—knowing he loves the heady smell of it. The movie is good. I stroke. The man across the aisle takes his dick out, too. He nods to me. I take my hand away and show him my rampant cock. He shows me his regulation 6 incher. I smile—and he gets up. He kneels between my splayed legs. He looks at it for a moment, inhaling the jock, before he begins to bob up and down on my dick. I turn and look over my shoulder to the back wall where I left Don. He comes closer and sits in the chair the man vacated. His eyes are large as he watches the guy go to work on my dick. The man is good, but I want more. I motion for Don to come over. He stands up. “Lick my balls,” I grunt out to my cock sucker. He goes for the hairy orbs. I pull Don down to suck my dick. The two simultaneous mouths feel wonderful. The man on my balls is not upset at all by my roping in another—he works harder to make me feel good. Both men are totally into pleasing me orally. At one point they pause to kiss, before leaving my balls and taking alternate turns on my pre-cumming cock. Don eventually worms his way under the man on the floor to suck his cock, as the guy sucks me. The first guy finally has to get off his knees. He thanks me and excuses himself. Don has all eyes on him now as he sucks my dick. Another man, younger and hot, has taken the chair across from us and is even stroking. I make eye contact with him and offer him Don’s mouth. He holds up his hand, indicating he just wants to watch. Don takes his cue—and makes a show of loudly slurping on my cock; on taking it so deep it chokes him; of making countless deep groans in the back of his throat when I choose to stand up and face fuck him. The sexual temperature of the room is hot and intense. But no one wants to join us. They watch—and the cute guy jerks. We finally pause, take a piss break and go into the gay cinema. The first thing we see is the nicely hung cute guy getting head. I can’t see who is on the floor in front of him. I stand beside him and Don goes back down on me. Now I can see it is a good looking Hispanic young man I have often seen here. He is sucking for all he’s worth—and stroking his small uncut dick as he gives oral service. Suddenly he shoots all over the floor. He unceremoniously just stops and leaves. I nudge Don to suck the younger guy. Now, in the darker room, and having been warmed up by a younger guy, he lets Don take him. I watch his face. He obviously is enjoying Don’s skills. I move behind Don. I kneel. He feels what I am doing and moves to a crouching position, never taking his mouth off the hot man. I pull down his khakis bury my face in his jock framed ass. “Eat him out, man,” breathes the cute guy. “Lick his hole while he sucks my dick.” I eat him out, slathering in vast amounts of spittle to make for the coming fuck. I stand up. I slap my hard cock on Don’s upturned ass. “Fuck him,” the guy whispers. I slide right in. “Oh, yeah. Fuck him raw.” I start slowly—but build fast. My thrusts are helping Don take the dick deeper into his throat. I pull out to show the guy my dripping cock and push it right back in. Don is in spit roast heaven. He is groaning around the dick in his mouth. I fuck some more and pull out. “You should take a turn up his ass.” “I don’t know…” “Do it,” I urge. “He’s great.” Don comes up off his dick and leans against the back of a chair, invitingly. I want to suck the guy’s dick but I don’t. The young guy hesitates a millisecond, then walks the few steps to Don’s ass. He doesn’t fuck him…he falls to his knees and begins eating out the freshly fucked hole. “Fuck…I can taste your cock,” he mumbles into Don’s hole. He is jerking himself as he chows down. I move around and feed my cock to Don. “Taste your ass, man. Clean me good.” The kid is really jerking now as he drills his tongue deeper and deeper into Don. And he’s suddenly there. He stands and fires a massive load all over Don’s butt. Some pools in the small of Don’s back, while some clings to the hairs of his wet ass crack. “Let me push that into him.” I take the guy’s place. He stands aside, his cock still dripping, his eyes riveted on my dick as I mop up his seed and fuck it into Don. “You are so…nasty.” But he likes it. His cock has never gone down. “Let me clean you,” pants Don. The guy moves to Don’s mouth as I begin to fuck with his load as lube. “So hot…” And he begins fucking Don’s mouth in time with my strokes in his ass. I build. He builds. “I’m gonna shoot,” I tell him. “Me, too!” Mine happens first. I fire off a good three day load deep into Don. Seeing me shoot, makes him cum again. Don takes every drop. I stand still until the guy’s balls are empty—and he is truly shaking from the force of back to back orgasms. I kneel and make eye contact with the young man. My tongue snakes into Don’s wet hole and finds a huge dollop of our mixed loads. I swallow it down. The next one I share with Don in a deep kiss… I am catching Breeding Zone up on the full posts I have made on the official blog during this odd time. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/06/whoring-out-don.html

So with Covid--and me being very careful until I could figure out how to play--I didn't have a lot to write up. I did some reposts. I did some equipment closeups of the toys and hardware in my playroom. And I dipped back into time. Here's one of those. And a warning. I was still using condoms... Near Home—September. 1997(?) As it is Memorial Day here in the United States, I looked for a post about a marine I knew. This was a hook up that I had long before I was doing the blog, but I thought I had written it up. I couldn’t find it. Maybe I had only meant to write it. Now this was a very early watersports adventure. Long enough ago that I was a very young 40... So here it is… I am online—on Squirt, the only dating site I know. I am reading the cruise listing when my email alert sounds. I click the mailbox open—and go to the profile first. A man in his early 30’s. A man with an incredibly built torso. No face. I open his message. “You like to piss?” I tell him I do. Though I haven’t done it a lot. “Come over and find me.” I tell him I am about 45 minutes away. “You can drink up as you drive.” He proceeds to give me instructions of how to find his apartment in a big apartment complex. And his address. I grab two bottles of water and head out the door. I chug one bottle and sip the second. It’s a night in late summer—and the sun is only just thinking about setting as I pull into his place. I see his number on a door on the second floor. I go up. It’s ajar and a note is taped to it. I open it and read before I enter: “Bathroom at end of hall—grab the hose. You know what to do.” My cock shifts in my jock—making the front of my 501’s tent. I go in. I shut the door and open my fly. I go down the dark corridor. I can hear some movement behind the half closed door at the end. I open it. He is sitting huddled over in the tub. Even in this pose, you can tell his body is magnificent. I can’t see his face for he is wearing a military issue gas mask. The breathing hose is connected to the filtered mouthpiece. I pick it up. “Here, boy…” And I begin pissing down the tube. Instantly he begins choking. And gasping as he swallows my piss. Swallowing and fighting for air. I can’t stop emptying my bladder. I piss on and on. He chokes and wretches. He writhes and reveals his incredibly hard cock as his body straightens up. I finally run dry. With no more coming down the tube, he wrenches off the mask—gasping for breath. He is handsome—with a big pronounced nose and high cheek bones. His long surfer hair is damp with piss. He gasps once more and asks for me to wait in the living room. I hear the shower turn on as I find his kitchen and the living room beyond. He joins me, fast, having just done a quick rinse. A light bathrobe over his handsome, damp body. “Beer?” he asks. I tell him I’d rather have water. “Can I add some scotch to it?” I nod. He brings it to me—and we go out on one of those mini balconies that were so popular with apartments built in the 70’s. “You were great,” he says. He’s talkative as we sit in two lawn chairs out in the dying sunset. He tells me he was in the marines. He got addicted to piss at boot camp. He never saw which of his buddies pissed him. He was always in the gas mask…as they passed the breathing hose from one to another. “You can’t breathe when the piss comes that fast. I didn’t used to want to drink it, but you had to, to try and get air.” “Did they fuck you?” “A couple of times…but it was the piss humiliation that we both loved.” He refills my drink. And has some scotch himself. I tell him about the piss party in Chicago—a group I have only just found. “I don’t think I care about guys who want to drink it,” he offers. “That’s crazy.” We chat a little more. We go inside when the mosquitoes find us. I sit on the end of his bed. I ask to see his body. “It’s not much…” he says as he slips off the robe. It’s magnificent. Toned, hairy in all the right places. That Jon Hamm/Robert Mitchum torso—defined by slightly soft. He is not remotely hard now. “Turn around. Let me see your ass.” It is hairy, too. He even bends, presenting it to me. I slip to my knees and tongue his hole. He whimpers. Like a bad boy—being punished. I stroke my dick as I eat him out. He reaches back between his legs and finds my cock. “Shit, no…” he groans. I bat his hand away and continue sticking all my spit up his hole. I guide him around so he leans against the mattress. I rip open a Magnum (it’s 10 to 12 years before I go bare again). I slip it on—with my mouth still plastered to his ass. I grease it up—and stand. I poke the latexed covered head at his hole. “No…no…” I work the head in. His breathing becomes fast. He goes from standing and leaning on the bed, to knees up on it in classic doggy. I push the first four inches into him. He moans in pain. The rest of me slides in. Now he truly screams. He falls forward, pulling it out. He is in tears. I have triggered something more than stretching his hole. “I…can’t do that,” he mumbles. I know I should be holding him—but I just stand there. Eventually he stops and crawls off the bed. This hot man crawls to where I stand, my cock still encased in latex. He takes me in his mouth and peels the condom off with his teeth. It’s not a great blowjob…but it’s not bad. “Can you feed me that scotch? The guys in the barracks had always been drinking, you see…” I nod. Like a shot he’s off to the bathroom. I follow. He is masked and ready. Hunkered down on the cool, damp porcelain. I grab the breathing tube. “I have something for you…” I growl. My strong liquor piss begins to pour down the tube. His breathing becomes labored as he tries to swallow while encased in the mask. I see his cock erect. And this time he shoots… This is a link to the post where there is a little more....[think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-masked-marine.html

I am on a laptop. So if you are looking at the main page your screenname is right under the Breeding Zone logo on the left. When I touch the triangle after my screen name (how you get to your profile) it gives me that info, I never use BZ from my phone, so I can't compare.

I saw that info when I opened my profile. It told me how many points I still needed to get to the next level.

The only bookstore--which is more like a cross between a bookstore and a bathhouse that still has gloryholes that I know-- is Tabu in Lansing. The bookstore near me, on the west side of the state, has covered all the GHs in the arcade. I do not know the Detroit area scene anymore.

Yes. While I have been to countless piss parties in Chicago, I have never been to Wet N Hot. I can't wait!

Steamworks in Chicago has just announced on May 22 they are re-opening on June 15---to the vaccinated. You must bring your proof of vaccination with you. Here is the link to the twitter announcement:

I'm an idiot...I read it as "US specific" not what he wrote....

For better or worse, every state is on it's own time line.

I can see showing the picture of my vaccination card that I have in the photo gallery on my phone to the host as he answers the door.

I certainly do. It's why I started my blog...

Not to mention that with sex, "my bad decision" affects only me and my play partners who have made that choice, but with Covid, "my bad decision" can affect any one who breathes the same air I do with no choice possible. I am NOT killing my older relatives.

CLAW, Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend, usually in April has full on fisting classes. Last time, as I remember, there were three levels to choose from: Beginning, Some Experience and Advanced.

I identify with this. Part of the reason I got mine was to make my house a "destination"--not just a big dick but one who had a sling (and later the fuck bench and rimseat)-- to get men to make the trip here to rural Michigan.

Which is why I have both.....

Find a bathhouse that has one. Take a sex vacation to a town where there is a sex club. Look for a play partner who owns one. Everyone should try it at least once...

Absolutely. The weight of any man's legs on my shoulders will naturally push me back, make us both work harder during the fuck. The sling and the stirrups keeps everything in place.

You hit on so many points of what makes a sling fuck so good. I love how it spreads the ass with ease and comfort so you can fuck balls deep on every stroke. I am amazed more men don't own one. The best sex investment I ever made. In my home a bed is for sleeping.

A shame you hate using a dildo. A Master I often work in tandem with, trained his boy to be able to take all of my dick by making him suck dildoes every night...increasing the size as he got better. Those life like, "real deal" ones from Fort Troff, were used.