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Chicago—February, 2020 I met Zane last May at the Cum Union during IML. Here is a snippet from that post about that meet: Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf. I go over. He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole. He is dripping with load. I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him. “Can you taste how busy I’ve been?” he asks. I grunt something affirmative and drill him with my tongue. This time I swallow. “Eat my used cunt…” I spit a dollop of cum back onto his stretched pucker. I stand up. “I’m gonna fuck that cum deeper.” As much as he’s been fucked tonight, my cock is still a momentary challenge for him. But he takes it—and in seconds, his hole is open and swallowing every inch I can shove into him. I fuck him hard, occasionally giving him a stinging slap on the ass. I pull out. My cock is coated with other people’s cum. “Clean it up,” I tell him. The man turns and ravenously swallows me down. My cock emerges spit shined to slide back up his hungry ass. I fuck him until a Black dude wants up him. I look again—it’s my buddy from Indy. I gladly give him a turn up this slick hole. I stick my newly covered dick back into the pig’s mouth. We rotate ass to mouth a few times around. Then I fuck my buddy as he is fucking the pig. We all break. I stick around and talk to the pig. He looks like the American version of my Canadian FB, Franklin. We chat and he tells me he hosts a house party every few months in Chicago. I give him my particulars… We kept in contact on one of the hook up sites. Then by text. At the top of the year he told me he would have the house to himself the week I left Memphis. Could I stop by on my way home? I could. And did. And stayed the night. It’s a big Victorian house, surrounded by new construction in one of the gay-ish neighborhoods of Chicago. I find it easily. Zane comes out to the car and helps me carry in the rimseat—that I had packed just for this meet. We chat. We get to know each other, sitting in the living room. I also meet the dogs. Zane is maybe 5’8’, thin, in his late 20’s, bearded and hairy. He’d rather be naked as our couch sitting becomes couch cuddling and soon couch fondling. His shirt is off and his pit smushed into my face. I inhale. The boy hasn’t showered since early morning. My cock, still buried in jeans and underwear, plumps and strains the fabric. I lick his pit clean. We kiss again. It’s electric. The pheromones turn up the heat for both of us. He pull off my sweatshirt, then unbuttons my shirt. He pauses to just inhale me. The look on his face says it all. “So…good…” he moans, pulling the garment off me. It’s his turn to lick my pits. And kiss me. Damn, he’s a good kisser. I suck his tongue clean of every drop of my heady smell. He goes to lick the other one and we kiss again. Only then does he unbutton my pants to get at my cock. He kneels on the carpet and gives me great head. He does my balls too, without me needing to suggest it, leaving them sopping wet. He starts to go down my taint, moaning louder as he approaches my ass. I pull him up and off me and into another kiss. When we finally come out of it, he dives back between my legs. But it’s really awkward to get my legs up, still encased in denim. “Let’s leave it for the bed.” He reluctantly agrees. He stands and I lean forward to suck his drooling prick. It fits easily into my mouth so I can do all the tricks I know with my tongue. He sighs—and almost imperceptibly—begins a slight pump into my mouth. Soon he is deep throating himself on every stroke. And I don’t gag at all. We kiss. I want to eat his ass, but he goes off to clean up. I fill my water bottle and go up to the third floor, what was once the maid’s quarters, and set up the rimseat. There is a low double bed up there and a sling on a stand. Once I’m done I lie down on the bed. It’s not been a long drive from the motel to here, but through snow—so I am tense and tired from the long conference. I don’t sleep—but just drift nicely. Zane finds me. He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my cock again. He does my balls and this time keeps going down, pushing my legs high into the air. He feasts on my hole and makes all sorts of soft grunts and groans to tell me how much he loves rimming me. My cock is swinging above my head…and drooling onto my face. He notices and up he comes to kiss me, sharing the flavor of my hole and now my precum. We lick each other’s pits again—simultaneously—his lithe body on top of me. We kiss. Deep and long. And go for the other pit. And kiss. And lick. And kiss again. Eventually I suggest the sling. I need his ass in my face. And I get it. I take it from soap and water clean to sweaty and spit covered. Not just the thickly haired crack, but all over the thin globes of furry ass flesh. I fuck him for the first time in 9 months. Long and slow. Tons of ass to mouth for him. And me kissing him once he’s cleaned my cock. He gets me and in the sling. Blindfolds me and eats my ass again. The point of his tongue drills into me, going deeper than almost anyone I know but Derrick. “I so want to fuck you,” he murmurs, “but I’ll be good.” Then it’s my turn to eat his freshly fucked hole. I choose the rimseat. He loves it when I tell him to ride my cock whenever he chooses and then to come sit back on the seat. He does just that. He rides me until his ass is pumping out ass jizz like crazy—and he comes off my dick to feed it to me. And to lift the lid and kiss me, so he can taste it too. I fuck him on all fours on the bed. It’s a little low for tall me to stand—so it’s a shorter fuck with me needing to kneel behind him on all fours. I pummel his butt, stretching him with my swollen cock. Eventually, he rolls out of the fuck and pushes me down. He goes around behind me and eats my ass again—with me on all fours. “I need to piss,” I tell him. We consider going to the shower…but we go to the sling. He gets in it. I stand by his head and give him one short piss blast in the mouth, which he swallows hungrily. I move around and give another, slightly longer, piss shot to his ass crack. I kneel and lick him clean. I am now rock hard. I stand up and fuck into him. I fuck him relentlessly. The chains groan as we rock the sling. I stand stock still. And wait. “Are you...pissing in me?...Fuck!” His ass is filling. Fast. I begin to fuck again. Some sloshes out on the towel covering the tarp below. The rest I must fuck up into his second hole. For there is little left when he tries to feed me a moment later. Zane manages one piss squirt out of his puffy hole into my mouth. I swallow hungrily. I am ready to cum. I stand up and in moments coat his insides with my load. I stay in him, marinating. It takes about three jerks with his hand to cover his hairy chest with a very white load. I scoop up some of it, coat my cock and fuck it into him. The rest I lick up and take it to his mouth for another kiss… We sleep side by side. Something I don’t do much anymore. But neither of us want to be anywhere else… This is the entire post. For links to the full CumUnion post where I first met Zane, go here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/tongue-pits-and-ass-two-scent-pigs-rut.html

Short answer: Yes!

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Excellent @PG1961Canada I should look for a taller shot glass...

Really? My, my...

I like the covers on the trays, that would certainly help. Thank you for the pictures!!

What @BgChsr35 said. Stay focused on the sex act and your partner. Have sex as you normally do it. Don't "act" for it will look fake. It can be weird to have a camera inches away from you. I got over it by thinking of the hot man I was getting to fuck and it always helped me ignore it. Constant glancing at the camera takes the viewer out of it, too. Usually you will just have sex. Sometimes we ran through a brief check list first from the director about, say, the order of the positions we were going to do. My first director had very specific ideas about cum shots. Sometimes your partner has specific things he won't do--or really want to do--and checks in to see if you are fine with that.

Do you get freezer burn with the trays? Seriously, I didn't used to stash the glass inside the container, and the freezer took a toll on the quality of the cum, both in feel and taste. I also had some ice trays that were shaped like icicles so they were good for insertion, but the degrading of the semen made me stop using them. Maybe my stash sits in the freezer longer than yours ever does...

Exactly! (It really does help get it out of the container you are using to freeze it in. I have seen guys just fill a container like a pill bottle. But they can't get it out without melting it all.)

This post is a picture post, so it is hard to transfer here. It is step by step of how to make a devil's dick with all that cum you waste as you jerk off. There are pictures. There is video. Follow this link for all of that: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/making-devils-dick.html

You're welcome. I love that nugget of frozen cum melting over my dick as I fuck...

Or the real one: Seminary--late Middle English (denoting a seed plot): from Latin seminarium ‘seed plot’, neuter of seminarius ‘of seed’, from semen ‘seed.’ Seminarium can be interpreted as, "breeding ground." Like a greenhouse that provides ideal conditions for seeds to grow into hearty plants, a seminary was first a place for young men to become priests. Love those Latin roots...

I so want to find the right turn of biblical phrase...maybe something like "filling them with the heavenly..." but alas, it wouldn't be true, for I didn't. In those days I was rubbered up if they wanted to be filled.

I wrote a blog post about this: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/making-devils-dick.html Enjoy.

While not a cumdump--I am just as active as a top as it sounds like you want to be on all fours. I work for a not for profit in a small town. When I accepted the job, I vowed to myself to never have sex with a local. Out of town men come to my house to visit my playroom, but the majority of my sex life is me going to where I'm comfortable to fuck as many men as I can during my visit. I am nicely located an hour away from 4 college towns which is great for variety--and halfway between Toronto and Chicago when I want to have a truly dirty weekend. And looking at bbrt in my area-- I know that the "guest" bottoms arriving at a local motel get a lot more action than the man who is hosting in the same city every weekend.

Thinning the herd is not a bad thing...

I let young men find me. I don't go looking for them--they need to make the first move. And I usually breed young guys at sex parties, more then those on line.

Eastern Illinois—February, 2020 I didn’t try to do anything else in Memphis. The conference dragged on and I just saved my seed. I had plans: I was going home by way of Chicago to breed a piggy boy I had fucked during the IML Cum Union held in the Hole. I knew I would be dead and worthless in bed (or the sling) if I tried to make the trip to Chicago in one day. So I overnighted in the small town where I had found a new bookstore during my November and December contract. I had never done an evening there and I was curious to see how it was. I wanted to get a week’s worth of cum out of my balls so I could do a long session the next day in with the young man. I checked in to my hotel, ate and changed into old clothes. I got to the bookstore right at the end of the after work rush—if there was such a thing… I go through the door that leads to both the straight and gay theatres. The parking lot has enough cars to make me feel hopeful. I walk in and piss in the restroom in the hall between the two. I look in the gay theatre. No one. I move over to the straight. No one. No, that’s not true. In the shadows is an older man scrambling to cover his crotch with his coat as he becomes aware of me standing there. I sit down in a single chair across the room from him—where I can see him and he can see me. I unbutton and am instantly hard. It is a cream pie movie showing. Jizz is being shot into either ass or cunt (or both) in every scene. True interior shots, shot shallowly, so it can be worked out by the girl. Why can’t more gay porn do this?? My presence and my stroking, far from turning the other guy on, seems to make him nervous. Soon enough he stands up to leave. He walks by me, pausing to get a good eyeful. He goes to the door—and suddenly comes back. “You’re bigger than those guys,” he says loudly, gesturing to the screen. “You should be up there.” He reaches down and grabs my cock. Tight. “Damn that’s thick!” And he twists it. As if that is supposed to feel good. I yelp. He lets go. And leaves. I am on my own for a good half hour. But the porn is great—so I’m entertained. A younger trucker comes in. A cub. Dirty blond hair under a ball cap. A fairly full redder blond beard. A leather jacket and rather grungy jeans that have been on him for a long time. He sits down in a chair against the low backwall. We can easily scope each other out. He loves the porn, too. He is unzipped in the first five minutes. Soon we are chatting. He’s never been here, he tells me, but other drivers have told him about stopping here for his overnight. He loves this movie. He loves to watch his seed run out of his girl friend, just like that. Then he adds: “I’m straight, but open…” He lets the sentence hang there. “Like my sucking your dick?” I ask. “I’m down for that, yeah.” His dick is rock hard and oozing. He is likely just over the regulation 6 inches and rather slender. I kneel in front of him. He has no issues in touching me like some straight men do. His hand rests on my shoulder, then the back of my neck. Lightly. Not holding me in place. His cock is responding to my lips and tongue. He is precumming like the clichéd faucet. I lap it up. His cock spasms as my throat tightens to swallow. “Jeez…” he croons. I do it again. His cock keeps oozing. I vary the rhythm. Now I deep throat his shaft on every stroke. This does it. He fires off a big load. Over and over. It’s creamy—and I can tell he’s a smoker. I swallow it all before cleaning his cock of every last drop. “That was great. Thanks.” I stand up and my cock juts out—right at his eye level. “Wow,” he mutters. He reaches up and hefts my hard dick. I am praying he’ll lick it—but he doesn’t. After all, he got off. I should have done it before he shot. I go back to my seat. He stays. Still hard. Still stroking to the hot porn. The door to the lobby opens. A man comes in and stands behind the low wall. I recognize him from my time here in the fall, but I have not played with him. He observes the two of us with our cocks out. I hear him unzip. I look back and he is obviously stroking his dick, though I can’t see it with the wall. The man is my age and a little shorter and heavier. I keep hoping he will step out from behind the wall. But he stays there. So I go to him, my cock swinging, fully on display. I am met by him on his knees. He gives me great head. Tonguing every inch. He doesn’t forget my balls. I stroke myself as he makes them good and wet. He stands up. It’s my turn to suck him. He’s so much thicker than the Trucker. I can’t take him as deeply in my throat. But I must be doing something right. He’s panting. I stand up. “Let’s move around,” I whisper in his ear, gesturing out from behind the wall. I willingly lead him right next to the Trucker. My new man goes back on his knees and blows me. The trucker’s eyes are riveted on us—at the live porn happening within inches of him. I reach down and hold onto the Trucker’s shoulder—as if for support, but really to include him. His hand tentatively brushes over my hairy ass cheeks and the strap on the jock I’m wearing. The new man stands up. “I’m going to shoot…you want it?” I go to my knees. He fires a much bigger load—from much bigger balls— straight down my throat. He grabs my shoulders and hangs on as his body shakes. When I have every drop I pull off him and stand up. He quickly does himself up and leaves, with a whispered, “Thanks—that was great.” I turn to the Trucker. “Damn. That was hot.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, and I have another load for you…” I go to my knees. He has no problem with my mouth being freshly filled by another man. I take him into my mouth. I have to work a little—but he gives me another load. More powerfully shot than the first. Blast after blast. I find the whole scene so hot I shoot my week’s worth of cum under his seat, as his cock finally goes limp in my mouth… This is the whole post, this time. To enjoy more follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

Memphis, TN—February, 2020 My annual trip to Memphis arrived at the top of month. Once again I drove and opted to do it in two days. The first day coincided with a snow storm. It waited until the last hour, but it made me crawl over fast filling roads to the motel. I had chosen the town for it had a bookstore I hoped to play in—well, the weather made sure that was not going to happen. The snow tapered down in the night and roads were plowed by the morning. I waited until the sun rose and headed, slowly, on to Memphis. Within an hour I had driven out of the winter weather and into warmer climes. I arrived in Memphis in plenty of time to give me a late afternoon/early evening at the bookstore I had found here a few years ago. And I was horned. I had held off on any play since my trip home from seeing the Professor and Seamus. Being snowbound the night before had led to some furious jacking to porn. But not all the way to release. I wasn’t about to waste my seed. I changed into my old clothes and took off. I parked and walked in. This year, the attendant told me my admission, the same cheap price I’d always paid, included both the theatre (with its dark back area) and the arcade (where I’d never played.) I thanked him and went down the dimly lit hallway… It’s dark in the theatre, but I can see there aren’t many men around. There are two in the back row. They seem very attentive to the screen. I sit in the row in front of them. I am over by the side wall. They can both see me undo my trousers. My cock emerges, fully hard and ready for some service. I can see one of the guys. I know he’s watching me, but as soon as he catches me looking, he makes a show of looking back at the screen. I decide to explore the dark room off to the side. It’s empty. There is a platform which I didn’t remember filling up a good portion of the space. It is the right height to either bend over or lay on. I go out. The crowd of two has thinned to one. I go off to explore the arcade. There is no corridor of doors. It’s a room with random booths—which have no doors to shut. Anyone can wander by and see you. I like this. At least two booths are paired and have a glory hole between them. I watch a little porn. It is louder in here. And there are more guys around. Many seem to know each other and are chatting about this and that—but not playing. A selection of men walk by, but no one is lured in to give me some head. I wonder if I need to find a more out of the way booth—this gloryholed one is very central. I go out and find the one farthest from the main entrance. I sit and stroke. Almost immediately I hear noise near my door. I wait. I see the cock before I see the man. It is huge. The shaft is bigger than my wrist. A pearl of cum is oozing from the slit—looking brilliantly white against his ebony skin. The man is dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. He’s in his 40’s and looking very serious. He reaches down and strokes my cock. His hands are rough and calloused, but he knows to not squeeze too tight. I reach for him. “Put your mouth on it,” he hisses. It’s a stretch. But I get the head inside. He gently fucks an inch or two of his dick into my face. I pull off to get a real breath of air. He reaches down and his hand slides down inside my pants. There is enough shirt tail so he doesn’t get to finger my hole. I tell him I’m a top. He straightens up and lets me suck him a little more, but he seems to have lost interest. Another guy comes in. He watches for 15 seconds or so before moving in and all but pushing me out of the way. “Let me…” I get up, do up the fly of my pants and take off for the theatre. I sit in the back row—all to myself now. I watch the movie. The two men who I saw first in the back row emerge from the dark area—obviously having just gotten each other off. I go see if there is anyone else back there. There is a man on his knees. He nods at me and my cock falls out of my fly. I let him suck me. There is a commotion out in the theatre. The man gets up and scurries away. I look out the door. A woman is undressing, shoving jeans into a bag. No, it’s a trans man. He is down to hose and a leotard with a sort of sweater dress making a very short mini skirt. I have seen a gym built body—but it is much more about the long blond hair, full makeup and spike heels. She sashays towards me as if she owns the dark area. I step out so she can sail through the door. She perches on the platform. “I’m here for dick,” he says in a high baritone. And guys are coming in from the arcade. Suddenly three men join us. She kneels and takes turns on all of them. I go back to the arcade. I don’t need to share lipstick smeared cock. Or get it smeared on mine. The booth I was in with the gloryhole is busy. An older Latino is kneading his pants as I walk by. I go to the other side. He hears me and stick through a hot cock. It’s my size but with copious foreskin—and a downward curve. I go to me knees. He groans as I take him into my mouth. The curve is perfect for my throat. I stroke as I suck. “Hey, let me do that.” It’s the same guy who co-opted the other cock I was sucking. I ignore him. But he won’t go. I don’t care if he wants to watch, but he won’t shut up. He tells me he’d do a better job. To let him at it. To get up. To let him suck it. I tell him to move on. But he stays. He finally walks in and pulls on my shoulder. Pulling me off the cock. I have had enough. I stand up slowly and leave. He looks for about five seconds as if he’s afraid I’ll slug him. I want to say something incredibly cutting, but I can’t find the words. I walk out and back to the theatre. I head to the back area. Men have been fucking her now. She is lying on the platform, legs in the air, pantyhose ripped for access. One man is in her mouth, the second holds her legs. The third is doing up his pants. “Fuck this whore” says the guy on her legs. What the fuck? I undo my fly. I slap her ass with my raw dick. I prod her hole. The cock comes out of her mouth. “Condoms only,” she chirps. I leave. Defeated. This entry is just a reminder that we all have those days...for more: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/bad-behavior-at-bookstore.html

Rural Kentucky—February, 2020 Sometimes after great sex I am totally sated. Sometimes great sex merely flips a switch and makes me want more. I was sated as I hit the road home to Michigan after fucking Seamus and breeding the Professor. However as the miles slipped by, I kept playing over the scenes from the night before. I became aroused. By the middle of Kentucky, I pulled off the highway and took the exit to an adult bookstore. This place is, I think, the only business which has survived in a large mall that otherwise sits empty. But being one of the few places of its kind in this area, it seems to thrive. It’s expensive, but the owners know the men will pay. I told myself I would go in only if there were at least seven cars in the lot. I rounded the back of the complex and found three times that number of vehicles. Your one admission takes you into a large area. There are booths—a few with gloryholes. I found the holes too low for my tall frame. I was more interested in playing in public anyway. There is a big screen TV room with straight porn, and another, down a very dark hallway, with gay porn. I walk in. Men are milling in the arcade. I walk up and down the corridor of open doors. No one is actually doing anything. I turn and go into the straight room. Here there are about five men sitting in the maze of old couches. I am pretty sure one guy is stroking, but it is really hard to tell with the lack of light. I sit for a moment. The video is horrid. I move, carefully, through the dark hallway to the gay theatre. No one is here…but I pass three men in the ball, all hovering to see who will be brave enough to go in first. I sit in the darkest corner, against the back wall. But there is room beside the couch for a man to stand. I am sure this must be the cocksucker’s seat. I take out my dick. The movie is not good—almost soft, romantic porn. As soon as I erect, a man from the hallway is standing beside me. He doesn’t want my dick. He might not even be able to see it. He wants a mouth for a hard, stubby cock. I can’t see him. But I suck him. He moans as my tongue works his cock head. He gets off easily. And I swallow. He loves that and pats me on the head. Another man from the hallway comes in. “Swallow my load, too,” he whispers. He whips out a regulation six-incher. Three minutes later I swallow his load as instructed. The third guy from the hall has edged in during this second suck. He strokes the biggest dick of the three as I swallow the second guy. He pushes into my mouth as soon as the other guy steps back. A good thing, for he instantly explodes. He pats me too, before zipping up. I have just gotten three loads in less than eleven minutes. My eyes adjust. It takes another eleven before anyone else finds me. It’s the longest suck so far…but less than five minutes. A very girly young man sits down next to me. He slides to the floor and crawls between my spread legs. He sucks my cock, and not very well. A man comes in. “There’s a guy who needs you,” he whispers in my ear. I recognize the voice as belonging to the first guy I blew. He plucks at my jacket, trying to pull me up. I excuse myself from the guy on the floor and follow. We go to the straight theatre, but we come in the door by the television which illuminates the men watching. A hot daddy, grey haired, and lined from the sun is wearing hunting camos and stroking to the porn. The guy I blew sits next to him. His hand disappears into the man’s shirt. I kneel between his legs. He takes his hand away and presents me with a cock that is my size—maybe a trifle thinner, for I can take it down my throat without cutting off my air. “Suck him,” the guy I blew hisses. I do my best. The man groans. “He’s good.” His hand finds my ear and caresses it. Soon it’s on the top of my head and pushing me down on his cock. “I’m gonna blow,” he announces. To the whole room—his voice is so loud. And he does. He gives me the biggest mouthful of the afternoon. “And he swallows,” the first guy crows. * I spend the next 15 minutes with a really good cock sucker. He is a young Hispanic, cute and dedicated. I will myself to give him my load so I can hit the road to home, but I can’t make myself cum in his mouth. And his ass is not on offer. I cruise the booths again. There is little happening there. Through a gloryhole I watch two guys in the next booth do mutual masturbation. Be still my heart… I go back into the gay theatre. It’s erupted into sex. A tall, lanky guy is lying on his stomach, stark naked sucking a biker guy. Another man, thirtyish and kind of chunky, is rimming the naked butt. I sit near them and watch. And stroke. A very young Black kid sits next to me—his eyes glued to the trio. The chunky guy rears back and brings his cock up to the naked guy’s ass. We all watch him enter the bottom rather roughly. This makes the guy getting the blow job cum. The naked guy takes his load and tries to clean the biker’s cock after he pulls it out of his mouth, but the biker won’t have it. The naked guy lies absolutely still as he is fucked. We watch the top pull out, give his dick a few strokes and plunge it back into the accommodating ass. A few more strokes and the top guy shoots. He lets the bottom clean his cock before he pulls up his sweats and takes off. The naked bottom spies me. He comes over and starts sucking on my cock. The Black guy next to me jerks harder. I reach down and stick a finger in the sucker’s slick asshole. He moans around my cock. “Suck him,” I tell the bottom, nodding to my couch mate, “while I fuck you.” He crawls over and takes the fat cock next to me. I push his legs apart and mount him. My cock slides through the cum in his ass letting me in easily. I want to get off and go. The Kid on the couch is watching me fuck as he gets blown. “You gonna fuck him, too?” I ask. He nods. “Then I need to load his ass for you…” The words do it. I am on the edge. I fuck harder and harder into the cumdump. I shoot and let myself marinate in his wet hole. In the time it takes me to wipe my dick clean, the Kid has mixed his load with the other two… No jump to finish it this time. But there is always more to read at: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com

Nashville—January, 2020 The Professor wrote me. He was excited to tell me he had been talking to pornster Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting. Another meeting, actually. The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times. And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south? How could I say no? I went as far as Indy the day before. I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic. There were two other men there. We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home. I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day. I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me. We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it. The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed. We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock. He looks just like his pictures. That pale skin. The ginger hair. The gorgeous, intricate tats. And he’s funny. I like him instantly. We don’t waste time. We strip down to jocks. I keep my boots on, of course. Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big. He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor. The three of us face each other. We kiss—first one and then another. Seamus is on his knees first. He works on the Professor. I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock. Soon enough his mouth is on me. He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick. We each take a turn on our knees. Swapping dicks and spit. When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack. I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out. We move to the bed. The Professor is ready to get fucked. I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick. I get him good and wet. I slide in slowly. I don’t have to let him adjust for long. He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight. I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack. Seamus comes around to watch and stroke. I tell him to take a turn. I pull out and he bends to taste my cock. I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him. He fucks the Professor hard and long. I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two. Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke. It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass. We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me. * We move to the sling. The Professor is shared by the two us first. Back and forth. We show off a little for each other as we fuck. The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him. But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus. He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling. Now I can really feast on his hole. I get it sopping wet for my cock. I rear up and fuck him hard. The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him. He takes a turn, too. And he shoots in him. He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus. The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry. We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed. “Let’s do the rimseat.” I lie down. I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole. It is a sweet moment. I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me. I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking. Seamus pauses for a moment. [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.] The Professor finally gets up. Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass. He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole. His hole is now dripping with ass jizz. I can’t get enough… * There is a brief water break. I mention I would love the guys side by side. I want to go back and forth between their holes. They are enthusiastic. They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours. I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other. I stand up and fuck the Professor first. My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. I switch... There is a more. And pictures of Seamus that he allowed me to use: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/seamus-and-professor.html

I love to piss fuck. I can piss hard, so I can keep right on fucking as I fill him. I usually piss mid fuck. I will fuck in the filled ass for a bit--listening to that slosh, then make you feed it to me-- and then I'll be ready to cum. I also love to fist the piss out of a guy--my fist pushing and pulling massive piss geysers out of a hot hole is amazing.

My Playroom—January, 2020 I got a message from a man I’d met at the bareback group that meets to the north of me. We had played a little during the four hours of sex up there—but it was mostly his being fascinated with sucking my cock. I couldn’t remember fucking him. And that I can’t remember if I slid into Henry’s beautiful butt or not is slightly odd as he’s one of the handsomest men I know. He is just under six foot tall, gym worked out, in his early 40’s but doesn’t show it, and with a leading man’s chiseled features. He’s hot. And he wrote me he wanted my dick in his ass. We arranged a date. I was sure this was too good to actually happen. He lived quite a distance away. I really thought he’d back out—but he didn’t and was right on time on my porch. He was a man on a mission—we wasted no time and got right to stripping off our clothes in the playroom… He looks even better than I remember. His cock lengthens as he looks at the bulge in my once white jock. I lean against the fuck bench and invite him to suck me. He kneels on the padded floor. His tongue flicks under the material of the pouch. He pulls it back and is whacked in the face with my uncoiling dick. He sucks the head. He takes the full length a couple of times. And comes up for air. Today is about his ass, it seems. “Let me get up there.” I stand and Henry gets onto the bench. His glorious ass is pointing right at me. I kneel. My tongue connects. It’s like an electric shock hits him. He jumps and gasps—and then grinds his ass back onto my face. My tongue opens up his tight pucker. I pull out and spit onto the hole I have just speared. I spit again and drill both gobs deep into his guts. I hear the poppers open. He mumbles “Fuck…” and “Yes…” along with other low babble I can’t distinguish. I pull his perfectly formed ass apart with my hands to get in deeper. I am ready to fuck. I stand up. My cock slaps his butt. “Slow…” he cautions. I work the head in as he does poppers. I stop. Or try to. But his ass just sucks me in. I am in to the hilt in one long glide. He groans out the word “…full…” He is. And he’s tight, but a good tight, not a painful tight. I fuck slowly and deliberately. Finally I pull out. I take my cock to his mouth. Will he suck me straight out of his ass? Henry hesitates…but he does it. Halfway into his mouth he realizes how good his ass tastes on my dick. His oral becomes more than just dutiful. He willingly takes every inch he can swallow. I fuck some more. “Can we move to the sling?” he asks. Sure. I help him in and stirrup his ankles. I eat him again as he zones out on poppers. I fuck his wet, tight hole. Henry’s hands are all over his nipples, so I pull out and grab my nipple forceps. I bend over and wet the right nipple and clamp it. Then the left. He loves this. I fuck him hard and long this time. I tell him to be ready, the forceps are coming off. As the blood races back into the nipple, they give him that delicious, deep ache. He groans. I eat his hole again after the second one is off. I fuck a little more. But I know I want his ass in my face. “I want you to sit on the rimseat.” This is new for him. I get under and Henry sits gingerly down. Once he feels my tongue there is no hesitation. He grinds his ass down on my mouth. My tongue goes deeper than ever into him. I lick and nip and spit. I turn my head to the side so I can talk. “Ride my cock for a little, then sit here again. Henry stands. He straddles my hips and sits on my cock. It’s a not such a tight fit now. He huffs—and begins to bounce. And he explodes all over me. What the…?? He is instantly off my dick and standing, apologizing. “Can I keep fucking?” But it’s a no. He’s too sensitive. “I can get off eating your ass. Get in the sling.” He’s not unwilling, but I think he’d rather be on the road. I lick his hole and beat my cock. Hard. I’ll be damned if I am not putting my seed in this beautiful man’s hole. I am on the point of explosion. I stand up. His ass lips are just puffy enough they can take my cock head inside without my pushing. Much. I shallow cream his hole. I lick up any escaping seed. He is dressed and gone quickly. Less than an hour. Damn. Afterword: I just got online to double check the height listed on his profile. He’s no longer on BBRT. Or has blocked me. H’mmm….. No jump to the site this time to finish the post, but as you sit bored at home--there are over 1000 entries on the home site: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

So CLAW, at the end of April, fell victim to the coronavirus, of course. I just found they have re-scheduled it in the fall: Nov 19-22. Here is the link: [think before following links] https://clawinfo.org/coronavirus-covid19-statement

When I was making videos with FTM's--I thought the hottest sex possible was to have all three holes available. Going back and forth between front hole and back was a true thrill!