FelchingPisser

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.

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/