FelchingPisser

I figured it out on my own. With a little help... My dad had pornographic novels. No pictures except on the cover. I kept finding them hidden in the barn, the basement or under the front seat of his car. I found the first two when I was 10 or so. I was fascinated by the drawings on the covers--of half naked women in provocative poses--but I never thought to read the book. I found two more a few years later. He had made the switch from straight to bisexual stories. This time I read one. My parents were gone for the night and I lay on the couch, fully dressed, on my stomach. I began grinding into the cushion as the sex scenes began. Suddenly I had my first dry orgasm. It felt wonderful---but I was also frightened. Had I just had a heart attack? I did it again the next time I was alone--but in the meantime had also found the hidden copy of Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex....and I knew what was happening. I progressed to stroking soon there after. And to producing semen--cumming into an old sock or some holey underwear my mother had told me to throw out. Soon I was tasting my creamy load. I liked the taste of my cum. A lot. My dad's taste in porn changed in the early 70's. It was now gay. And with covers that were rip offs of Tom of Finland drawings. I loved the leather and the oversized bulging dicks ripping through the denim jeans on the extremely hunky men. Right around that time, I had also learned I could contort my skinny body so I could suck my big dick myself--if I went heels over head. I began pumping loads down my throat...and saved innumerable socks from a sticky end...

Thanks! What a good way to break my Covid dry spell.

All the men I know who are in the best/longest relationships are playing with others--each pair with a different set of rules that work for them. I'd say the one rule they all share is communication--they have worked out what works for them. Some men (like my partner of 30 years) wanted details of what I did. Another man I know wants to know nothing of what his partner does--but is happy that his partner is getting what he needs from another (and it's something the more vanilla partner can't give him.) Partners I know love to go out and whore around and come home and play/eat/fuck with the loads in both their asses. Personally, my partner and I complimented each other in every way possible in life and work. But not so much in bed. He was a cocksucker. A good one, but that was it. Early on, we tried a threeway--someone he wanted to suck and I wanted to fuck. My partner saw the joy I got out of anal sex. He tried to give me his ass, but after a few times, he was the one who said we should open the relationship so that I could be fully sexual--knowing that getting fucked was never going to work for him. My coming home and detailing what I did to some guy in the sling at the bathhouse invariably led to sex between the two of us. We didn't throw out everything that was great between us just looking for better sex. One of the best things about being gay is to not follow the hetro-normative love and marriage rules. Let's create what works for the parties involved. If a partner can supply everything for you--great. But we are men. We love variety.

I love billiard balls in a hole...and then add my dick so it glides over them...I'm sure the marble would feel great.

I have had quite a bit of good luck with inviting voyeurs to watch me fuck. Not counting the countless times I play in public, I have only let the voyeur come over if I am playing with a bottom I know--and a bottom who I know will get turned on by having the guest stroke to my using his hole. I do tell the voyeur up front he doesn't have to be naked, but we'd prefer it. And he doesn't have to stroke his dick, but usually they can't help it. They are allowed to touch either of us if they want. I have never had a voyeur try to take over a scene. More often than not, I can convince the voyeur to shoot on the bottom. The best is getting the voyeur to shoot on my cock and I will fuck the extra load into my bottom of the day. The look on the voyeur's face as I breed the bottom with his load is amazing: hunger, yearning, disbelief, a little repulsion and lust all rolled up in one.

My brush with TIM was not good either. At one of the leather weekends, back when they could attend to sell in the Vendor Mart, I met the rep. They were looking for tops to film in Chicago, which, I told them was very close to me. He asked about my cock size. I told him. He wanted to see me in action -- so we agreed to meet up at a major play party that night. I was there--he never showed. The next day, I went back to the booth to see what was up. It was a new guy behind the table. I was told the man I talked to had partied so hard the night before he couldn't make the play party. I never saw him for the rest of the weekend. Needless to say I didn't work for them.

Do you mention it to the tops you contact? I think many guys will feed or cover you if they know you want it. If you are near enough to Chicago--there is a piss group there--once things return to some sort of normal. Their web page: Chgowaterbuddies.com

I am tall. Many holes in bookstores are so low I can't use them, even if I try to hunker down. Consider two holes at different heights or an oblong slot like I've used on many slurp ramps at bathhouses. The cardboard is a good idea over fabric. Make sure the hole(s) have smooth edges.

Scott DeMarco is the top. The video is Playground Time: Mancunt Slide pt 1 and 2

I haven't had this happen for at least 10 years now...but I am not on Grindr

Derek Parker is on Rentmen.eu working out of San Francisco.

I once told my brother about a guy who liked me to pack three billiard balls into his ass--and would then shoot them out for me to catch. I was afraid about one getting stuck. My brother said the advice of the sex shop where he worked was to use your shower hose as if you were cleaning out and the water should dislodge it. I have never needed to see if it worked. But it makes some sense to me.

The guys with secondary sex characteristics are on testosterone, which means they can't get pregnant. One of the three had stopped taking it for a while, and I was asked not to cum inside. However the testosterone changes the flavor of juices produced. Eating front hole tasted like eating ass...

Yes. I was sure I had gono (though no discharge). Tested neg at the sexual health clinic. When I got the results, I told the nurse it was still uncomfortable to piss. She sent me to a general clinic where they tested me, found a high number of white blood cells in my piss and called it an unidentified UTI. A round of antibiotics took care of it--but I don't remember what they were.

I made three videos with FTM partners. They are on [think before following links] https://transmaleerotica.com/main.html and I believe are now free. I loved doing them. Two of the guys let me use all three holes. Terrific sex.

It does seem to depend on the man and the scene. Sometimes it can be incredibly hot--sometimes not. I know that if it is the first words out of a bottom's mouth--when I have been fucking for 3 milliseconds--I hate it and sometimes I just stop. It makes me feel that I'm only good for a load when I am all about the fuck. Of course I want to cum in him--but not until I have been working that hole, in so many ways, for quite some time. And that is why I rarely take advantage of pump and dumps in motels.

Near Home—February, 2020 Braydon is the young cub who I met and bred at the bookstore last fall. He was so much fun I suggested he come to the playroom the next day to be fucked by both Don and Reid. (Those exploits are here and here.) Braydon wanted another meet right after that—but I was off to Indiana to work until the end of the year. Once home, we tried again. He had a new job, so he had a much fuller schedule and I had all that business travel to Memphis. We finally aligned our schedules toward the end of February. We wanted to use the playroom—but Michigan hit a cold snap and I could not get the temperature up in the second story of my drafty Victorian home to where either of us would be comfortable naked. We decided to go back to the bookstore. It was a Friday afternoon—and both of us kind of hoped other men would want to join us… There are quite a few cars in the lot. I go in, pay, piss and go into the straight cinema. At the front of the theatre, a man and woman are ringed by all the other men in the place. She is bouncing on his dick—and is occasionally instructed to suck one of the bystanders. I don’t see my bearded cub amongst this group. I pass a clean shaven guy in the doorway who smiles at me. Wait…that’s Braydon. He has cut the bushy beard off for his new employers. We go into the gay cinema. He does not even want to be in the same room as the girl. We catch up a little—for there is no one there. We won’t disturb anyone with our talking. But soon enough he is on his knees, between my splayed legs, unbuttoning my Army issue pants. “I’ve missed this,” he says, hefting my thickening cock. He sucks my cock to life. He has it drooling onto his tongue in no time. I move his head down to my balls. I jerk as he licks them, leaving the hairy orbs sopping wet. The door opens. A guy in his 40’s stands to the side and watches us. He unzips when we make no move to stop. He strokes a pretty average sized dick. “Here.” I gesture for him to come closer. He does. I hunker down in the chair a little, grab his cock and guide it into my mouth. He gasps but lets me blow him as his eyes never leave Braydon sucking me. Braydon grins and makes a show of it: pulling off so the guy can see the full length, teasing the piss slit with his tongue to make me precum, licking it up and swallowing when I do. I move down to the guy’s much bigger balls and give a slight pull on Braydon’s shoulder. He knows what I want. He come up and sucks the guy as I give the guy’s balls the same treatment Braydon gave mine. It’s too much for him. “I’m going to cum.” But he pulls away and splatters all over the floor. He won’t let either of us lick him clean either. So instead I tell Braydon to get naked so I can eat his ass. In no time, he is in nothing but athletic socks and bent over a chair. The spent guy watches me kneel behind Braydon’s ass and stick my tongue into it. Fuck. He’s warm and moist. I get so caught up in the rimming, I don’t hear the guy leave, but when I stand up to fuck, he’s gone. I sink into Braydon’s wet hole. Full length in one slow push. His hole flowers open—so ready to receive me. “Fuck, I love your dick…” he mumbles. I begin to fuck. I don’t even pause as the door opens. Another mid 40’s man enters. He sits in a chair even with us. He takes his dick out as I drool some spit on my cock, where it lands with a soft splat. I fuck it into Braydon. I look over at the new guy. His cock is bigger than the other man—and very red. Braydon has seen it too. He begins making slightly louder grunts and groans. He keeps glancing at the guy. I look over at the stroker. “Give him what he wants.” It takes a moment for him to decide. He watches me slap Braydon’s ass and pick up the pace of the fuck—and then he’s on his feet. He brings his dick to Braydon’s mouth. “That’s it. Spit roast him.” I watch the guy’s face. It’s obvious Braydon is doing a good job. I am fucking Braydon hard enough that I am pushing him onto the guy’s engorged dick. “Do you want a turn on his ass?” He grins. “I would…but…Shit!” And he begins filling Braydon’s mouth with his cum. He stands stock still and I can see the four spurts his dick makes mirrored on his face. Braydon cleans up every drop on his cock before he releases the man’s balls. The man steps back, spent. Braydon pulls off me, turns and drools some of the man’s cum on my dick. “Now fuck that into me.” I grin and do it. The cub has just taken a page from my playbook. I drill my cum splattered cock into him as deeply as I can. “That is so hot,” the spent guy whispers. He steps closer to watch his seed disappear into the cub. Eventually, he zips up and leaves. Braydon instantly spins around and clean my cock. And we kiss. I eat his ass again—now flavored with the guy’s seed and my precum. I lick and swallow and spit. Braydon rides my dick as I sit back in the chair. I love the wet sound we make, each time I spear up into him. But Braydon wants me to be in control. He gets up and bends back over the chair saying, “I should get out of here, but not without your cum.” I eat his butt again. Just enough to get me on the edge. I push into his hairy hole and fuck my load into him. A week’s worth of jizz blasts out. I stroke until his hole looks frothy— with my cum hanging on the hairs around his ass. Only then do I pull out and let Braydon clean my dick… To follow the links in the intro to my other exploits with Braydon, copy and paste: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/spit-roasting-braydon.html

International Mr. Leather

My late partner preferred porn to have a plot--or at least a context. It didn't have to be much: "You slacked off on cleaning the pool and need to be punished." He loved Carnival in Venice directed by Jean-Daniel Cadinot. You had romantic love scenes and hot orgy scenes as the men struggled to figure out their partnership. But my biggest issue was always having to ask hot porn guys to act. One in a hundred could say any kind of dialogue convincingly. Laughing or groaning (or throwing my slipper at the TV screen) got in the way of my enjoying the sex.

Me, too...and it was a great gathering. I will miss that space. So much better than a bathhouse--the visual stimulation of seeing what pretty much everybody else is doing, creates a tremendous sexual energy!

It really changes for me. A beautifully shaped ass may draw me to it--but if there is no talented use of that hot looking hole once I'm inside, I will move on (if other asses are available at a Cum Union or sex party.) But I am an ass man--I find something to excite me with just about any butt. The men I return to are the men who know how to work their inner muscles to milk my cock. I never/rarely test the inside with a finger. My tongue, yes.

I was signed up for it in April. I got a letter from the organizer saying he would be there for the new November dates. I hope the business survives these months of no parties so he can get there.

Grand Rapids—February, 2020 The weekend after I came home from my wonderful Chicago meet with Zane, I was ready to play again. A good thing too, for it was the monthly group sex meet to the north of me. Don and Reid, the couple who has gone from Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell hook ups to playing together as a couple, had heard me talk about this group. They hoped I might get them invited. So I wrote the host—including the magic words: “And the top has a bigger cock than I do.” We got the invite. Since we knew we’d stay the night, we got two hotel rooms. I met them at the hotel. We had time to rest and clean up. And at the appointed hour, taking the rimseat, off we went… It’s snowing. Not horribly, but just enough that I think some of the men won’t make the drive. We go in. Three men are already naked and fucking. Right where we sit to strip. It is a leather-ish couple I know from here. I can’t see who they have sandwiched between them from where I am sitting to remove my jeans. Then the man in the bottom’s mouth moves—and I can see. It’s Matt, the centerpiece of last month’s party. He reaches out and pulls the guy, by the dick, back into his mouth. Reid can’t take his eyes off Matt. He’s everything Reid loves: 25 years younger, lithe, thin, good looking and not Caucasian. Reid is already naked and moves closer to the bent over Matt. As the man in Matt’s mouth rotates to fuck Matt’s ass, Reid is grabbed by that thick fucking cock and pulled into the action. Matt gobbles down Reid—and chokes slightly. This makes me get hard as I put on my jock. Reid holds Matt’s head and fucks his face. And, moments later, is slowly entering the young man’s ass. I watch Matt’s face. He’s actually struggling to take Reid. But in almost instantly his ass gives way—and Reid is fucking. Maybe eight minutes have elapsed since we walked in the door. I take Don upstairs. I get him on his knees and give him my cock to suck. Others follow us up the stairs. I push Don’s head over to the next man. Soon he is circled by seven of us. He goes from cock to cock. One bottom crawl’s on all fours and squirms around to suck Don’s cock as Don takes on the group. We splinter fast enough. Men get on the bed to get fucked—one doggy and one on his back. Two versatile men plow them—and then switch partners. I get Don on the bed, doggy, and eat out his hole. He groans, deep in the back of his throat. I spit on my cock and slowly enter him. I bottom out just as Matt and Reid come upstairs and join the group on the bed. There are eight of us there now. All happily rutting the hole nearest to us. The four men on the bed stay in place—and the men fucking move around to try out a new hole. Don always licks his new top’s cock to taste the hole of man who had just been fucked. He has gotten to his pig place very fast. I finally get to Matt—still on all fours. I slap his well fucked ass and slide in. He moans—but he has no issues taking me after taking five other cocks. I lean across his back and whisper: “Let me know when you get a load. I want to fuck in it.” This makes his ass tighten down on my cock, squeezing me in agreement. ****** I am under the rimseat. I am eating Don. He has been fucked by five or six of the ten men here tonight. There is no load in his butt, but the constant work out has made his ass cream thick and plentiful. I sit and slurp it out—reaming my pointed tongue deep into his guts. Someone spits on my cock and sits on it. I have no idea who is riding me. The man is athletic and is slamming himself down on my dick. He gets off me when his knees get tired. And another man sits on it. It’s a wetter ass. I reach down and touch his hips. I am pretty sure from the feel of the jockstrap that it is Matt. Not that I care. I concentrate on Don’s butt above me and ontinue to tongue fuck him. Don leans forward. Matt slows the fuck. I hear them kiss. Matt’s ass stroke changes to grinding into me. “Let’s switch,” Don says just loud enough for me to hear. I lie still as Don and Matt get up. Soon my sight is blacked out with a slimmer butt—and a much wetter one. Matt has a load. He groans as it slips out of his ass and onto my tongue… ****** I am still lying under the seat, catching my breath. A series of men stop by, none for very long. I eat out a well fucked hole. I eat out two top men who never take dick, but seem to love my tongue up them. I rim an old friend who has topped all night—but with my licking his hole, I know he will flip to become a hole whore. And he does. He goes from the seat to my dick. And then to every guy who still has a hard on. And finally to Reid—who fucks him until he explodes all over himself… ***** It’s late and time to cum. I have fucked every man who wants me and licked the hole and the cocks of the other two tops. Reid is fucking Matt again. “Cum in him,” Don tells his partner. “Breed that hole.” It’s all it takes for Reid to explode. Reid pulls out and takes his overly sensitive dick to Matt to clean. Don leans down and tastes his man’s load in Matt’s butt. In one swift move, he sticks his cock into Matt and explodes. He pistons a few more strokes to mix the cum. Don pulls out and I clean his dick, as Reid is still in Matt’s mouth. It’s my turn. I plunge into the combined loads and fuck a few strokes until I add mine. I churn the three together before I pull out. Don cleans me. I pull Matt to the edge of the bed, where Don is kneeling. Cum is leaking out of Matt’s ass. I kneel next to Don. We take turn sticking our tongues into the creampied hole before kissing each other… This entry is complete here on Breeding Zone. Here is a link to an entry I am not transfering to here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/on-tracks-pissing-from-vault.html

I wouldn't call it hard, but it is often really awkward. Because you are thinking about mechanics...erections can flag. Or the angle is bad. Or there is too much weight on the top lying down. Or you pull his cock out on the back stroke. When it works, it feels great for everyone. Longer dicks help, as do flexible men. My best DP was with a top who had a sharp downward curve to his cock. He would let the bottom sit on him and his cock would lock into place with that curve. I had a clear shot in and it was wonderful. When we did the DP for my first porn....it took us about 30 minutes to film for around 3 to 5 usable minutes.