FelchingPisser

My second load went into a young man who had made himself my fuck boy for the evening. He gave me his ass repeatedly, found other men for me to fuck and did incredible atm on my cock as I pulled out of those other men's holes---how could I not give him my load?

I had a blast at that March party--and fucked Dolf repeatedly throughout the long evening. He made for some damn good felching, being the center of attention. I finally bred him myself. So many great men there...I think many of us realized that we wouldn't be doing anything like it again for quite some time.

For me, it's a grand mix. I have regulars--but I have enough that, before Covid, I was seeing them no more than once a month. Which still left me time for a big dose of one timers, usually at a bookstore or bathhouse. There are men I enjoy the connection and growth of play. Others just need my load and I never need to see them again.

It seems to work on Asspig just fine.

As are the Waterbuddies in Chicago.

I don't sell it...but I wear jocks to fill with my cum and/or piss for my blog readers. I have them send the jock to me so it can be the correct size in case they want to wear it when I'm done. I also have them send me a jock of the same type in my size--which often works out to be about the same price as the postage I will spend on getting the ripe jock back to them. They request what juices of mine they want. I take pictures of the jock's destruction along the way. It's good blog fodder--and I love the idea that I have a number of men around the world wanking off to my smell as they read the blog.

Absolutely. I can't imagine fucking an ass without rimming. Before, during and after the fuck. I love how the hole changes as my tongue and cock repeatedly invade it. Loosening it, making it mine for the playtime. Felching my own load (and sharing it with those bottoms who love to snowball) is my biggest fetish. And I love tasting another man's cock and load in a used hole, just as much as my own. The most intimate sex act I can think of is the two of us rimming each other in a 69 and then kissing--tasting our asses on each other's tongues... And don't get me started about men with prolapsed rosebuds who can push their cummy holes actually into my mouth...

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