FelchingPisser

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!

For me, as your top, I would want to be told what's going on before you are very late. Tops really do care about all the trouble you go through to be clean. Then we could decide how to proceed. For me, that usually is ''let's give it a go..." For the rest--diet is so important--and, according to my bottom buds, it just gets harder as you age.

The web listing says Body Zone has closed.

As is the Steamworks in Chicago.

Probably fewer, but I bet there are...thinking with the little head....

Lansing—January, 2020 Finally the day came to meet with the Fluid Pig. We had agreed to meet in the half bookstore/half bathhouse venue. I went a little early. I wanted to see if I could collect any other loads, to put up his super hungry hole. The place is now even larger. There are areas, usually with couches, for watching straight, gay and trans videos. There are now two slings, a new room of open booths for sucking and a new bondage table. There are still gloryholed booths with doors, a cage and all sorts of dark corners to play in… The parking lot is jammed. The cashier tells me “It’s happy hour for your cock.” I’ve hit a two hour special discount afternoon. I am happy to pocket the extra money. I stow my coat in a locker. I make the circuit. Lots of men. All ages and types. Maybe so many men no one is settling down to play. I stay in the small room that used to show bisexual videos. Today it’s three men on a girl. I sit in the chair I usually use and unbutton. There is a new padded platform next to me. Next to the screen is the door to the new, slightly darker room with open cubicles for sucking. I stroke. A man sucks my cock…but not for long. He is sure something better/bigger/younger/uncut must be here and hurries back into the milling crowd. I stroke. I watch a daddy go into the dark area. He stays. Soon another goes in. I follow. We stand and look each other up and down—all three of us leaning against a different wall. Fuck it. I kneel. Hard cocks are out and take turns in my mouth. The one I’m not sucking, slaps the back of my neck. Once we try for both dicks at once. I choke. They love it. One man is close, the other not so much. I take the load. They both zip up and thank me. I take a new condom out of the foil and spit the load into it. It’s not huge, but nice and viscous. I play orally a little more—both sucking and getting sucked. I turn down one offer to fuck, as I want to save that for the Fluid Pig. He arrives soon enough, a little later than he thought—but with a load in his ass. We walk around—the Fluid Pig is impressed with the play space. He sucks me in a very public area. Men stop the milling and watch—but no one joins us. Finally I can’t stand it. I need to taste his ass. And fuck it. We use the sling in the corner, the one that has a low wall in front of it that men can come around and join us—or watch from the other side. He strips down and hops in. I lick his hole. The kid that fucked him blew it fast he tells me—and not that deep. My tongue finds it easily. I slurp some, loudly, out of his ass. I spit it back on his slightly open hole, my hands pulling his cheeks apart. I stand up and fuck it back into him. “I have more.” I tell him about the two daddies I sucked on—and the one who gave me the load. Balding, a little pudgy, but a nice cock. I pull out the condom and drool the contents onto my cock. I fuck it into him. “Turn in inside out and stick it in me. That’s way to use rubbers on me.” I do just that. I finger fuck him, my finger inside the latex, rubbing any jizz off the condom and into his ass. I toss it into the wastebasket and slide my dick into him. His hole is incredibly wet and juicy. I fuck him. Noisily. Two men are drawn in by the sound and watch us from over the wall. I pull out of his ass and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth. “Clean me up.” I tell him. “I have more.” It is cold enough outside that I have the 4 frozen loads from last week in the trunk of my car. I go get them. Once I’m back in, I show him the bulging condom. PIC I peel away the latex and press the frozen nugget of cum to his now slightly puffy ass lips. He gasps at the cold, but his ass hungrily accepts it. I poke it up his chute with my finger—and then with my hard cock. I love the feeling of the cold against the tip of my dick. His ass is so hot the cum is already melting and covering both of us. I tell him about the Blond, the hot hat guy and the big dick. “The first was this micro dicked guy—somebody you would never let fuck you—but you have his load anyway.” This makes the Fluid Pig erect. He strokes himself vigorously. A mid-40’s guy comes around the low wall. He works the Fluid Pig’s nipples as I fuck. He pulls out his cock and strokes himself as he rubs and tweaks. I pull out and kneel. I felch the melting loads oozing out of the Fluid Pig’s gape. The guy sticks his dick near me. I move from felching to sucking his cock. He stands stock still as I suck. Silently, the guy gives me a load. I clean him up and reverse felch it into the Fluid Pig. I stand up and churn the loads in him as the guy leaves. A bud I call the Tall One on here comes in. He’s read my BBRT quick connect about what I was doing today. “You wanna fuck him?” He does. All 6’4” of him. I have the Fluid Pig clean my cock as I squeeze his nipples. The Tall One fucks with great concentration. I spell him after a bit. He is cleaned by the Fluid Pig, too. He goes back up him when I pull out. This time he loads him. Silently. Without a word. But I can tell. I can really tell after he leaves and I kneel to felch again. I clean up any cum that is escaping, and fuck the rest deeper. We take a break. See what we can find on our own. The Fluid Pig finds a couple and takes them into one of the booths with a door. I let a cute college kid suck my dick, but don’t do much else. The crowd in thinning. When the happy Fluid Pig emerges, he tells me he had one in his mouth and one in ass. We go back to the sling. We both agree we should wind this up. Back we go to the sling. I taste the fresh load in his butt. My cock begins to drip. I am so ready. I push into his cummy ass. It feels amazing with all the loads being churned deep in his guts. I fuck long strokes. Strokes that make my hips slap his butt. Hard. I take a hit of poppers. That’s it. I explode. My load spits out and mingles with all the other DNA deep inside the Fluid Pig… This is the whole post. If you want to see pictures of the Fluid Pig's hot ass, follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/loading-fluid-pig.html

Northwestern Indiana—January, 2020 So I got the plumped up condom from the last post home, tied off with a knot. I taped it to a card and wrote the date on it and the number of loads. I opened the computer and jotted a few things down about the sperm donors so I could whisper them into the Fluid Pigs ear as I loaded him. But that was the middle of next week. I had a full weekend of play first—both sessions I will touch on here. I have thought for the five weeks since I did it, how to write up the Sunday fisting session. This was with a ginger haired friend of long standing. And it really was all about opening his hole with my hands. My dick got involved very briefly only at the top of the play. When I concentrate on just fisting, my erection goes away as I become so engrossed in what I am doing in his ass. I know that exclusive fisting is not what most of my readers read me for, so I will simply say it was a long afternoon session (before he served me a delicious chicken soup that was simmering on the stove.) My hands and toys gave him a great stretch and a number of internal orgasms. I didn’t get off and that was just fine, for I had shot the day before with an orgasm that racked my body. So—Saturday. Don and Reid, the couple opening their relationship, wanted to meet in a public play space. We chose the bookstore that is a cinema on one side of the lobby and a gloryholed arcade on the other as it is sort of halfway between our two homes. I got there first… I am stroking in the cinema. A really hot bisexual movie is playing. A very timid Middle Eastern man comes in. He continually steals glances at my dick, even though he is engrossed by the movie. He occasionally adjusts his pants around his growing cock, but he never unzips. He leaves—and moments later the guys come in. We greet each other with hugs…and Don goes to his knees. My cock is out, so he starts there, giving me excellent head. Reid unzips and I cup his balls as his cock grows to full size. I move Don over to his partner and let him take as much as he able down his throat. It is so damn thick. I go to my knees and lick the balls I had been gently squeezing. Don pulls off Reid’s cock and, using his tongue, pushes it towards me. We spend the next five minutes going back and forth licking and sucking every inch of that mammoth beauty. The juicy head, the full balls, and finally just the shaft—one mouth on each side of it, going back and forth. I have to get off my knees and stand. Don dives for my dick and I stroke Reid’s wet shaft. The curtain opens. I can’t believe it. Coming in is Ryan, the one-time blogger of Spreading My Legs. He grins at me and gets his dick out. He seems to recognize the guys. I push Don’s head over to Ryan. “Get his dick hard.” He takes Ryan to the root and begins working his talented tongue on him. I hunker down, giving my knees a break and suck on Reid. Soon it is an oral free for all. Reid lets everyone suck him as the three of us do him or each other. We pump each other’s mouths. We lick balls and cocks—and eventually I turn Don around and stick my tongue up his ass. This makes Ryan stoop sucking on Reid so he can watch. I get Don’s hole nice and wet before I say “You need to taste this…” knowing just how much Ryan loves to eat ass. He dives in. Reid and I stroke, watching Don hold on to the low wall and grind his ass back into Ryan’s face. I also make Ryan get my dick wet again. With Ryan still on his knees, I fuck Don. Ryan only stands up when he wants to get into Don, too. I give way and let him fuck Don’s ass. Reid smirks and calls his boy a slut, never stopping the stroking of his cock as he watches his boy be used. Soon it is his turn. He fucks Don—showing him no mercy. I am busy cleaning Ryan’s cock, tasting of Don’s hot ass. We break and go to the arcade side. We scatter, Reid following a cute boy into a booth. When I come out from taking a piss, Don finds me. “Follow me.” He leads me to the back booth. We both go in. He taps the wall. A thick cock comes through it. “Suck it—I have.” I go to my knees and suck the disembodied cock. I miss not being able to hold onto his nuts, but I do like not having a clue as to what the guy looks like. I come up for air. Don goes to the hole. “Fuck me over here.” And the guy is at our door in no time. He’s cute, 30-something, and kind of beefy. It’s a tight fit in the booth for three, but we make it work. He drops his pants and I tell him to fuck Don—the only stipulation is that I get to clean his cock when he’s done. “You mean…I get to fuck him bare?” I nod. Don, pants around his ankles, bends and holds onto the wall, jutting his full ass toward us. The kid spits on his dick and plows into him... For lots more cum, felching and breeding follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/you-meani-get-to-fuck-him-bare.html

I agree with the no Vaseline. I love guys who use Crisco or coconut oil since I always lick the ass I'm about to fuck.

Near Home—January, 2020 I was rather pleased. From not seeing him since CLAW in 2019, the Fluid Pig wrote me and wanted to meet. I knew he’d like other players—and that is incredibly hard in my area—so he jumped at the idea of meeting up in Lansing at the half bookstore/half bathhouse. We scheduled it for when he would be in Michigan during the next week. This got me to thinking about a time when I’d loaded him with cum I had orally collected from the bookstore. (One of the most notorious posts--and has a huge following.) So that weekend I decided to see what I could harvest… I am in the gay theatre. A huge man around my age is sitting opposite. He is kneading himself through his trousers. I, of course, have mine out and am stroking. He gets up to leave—or so I think. Instead he kneels in front of me. It’s quite a process for him to get down to the tiled floor. I have a split second moment of “Do I want this…?” but then his mouth is on me. It’s velvet. He gives me absolutely fantastic head. It’s incredibly wet and soft in his mouth. And he swallows all the precum he can get out of me. If there was ever a sexual ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ moment, this is it. He’s finally winded. I assure him it was great—that it just takes forever to get me off. I help him up. Well, hell—we had a voyeur and I didn’t even know it, sitting watching it all from the back. He comes and kneels in front of me the moment the door closes behind the big guy and I sit back down. He is hot—and at least 20 years younger—and built from what I can see under his winter coat. But his skills—well, enthusiastic is all I can say after the expertise of the first man. This new guy wants the load—and the moment he realizes I’m still not giving it up, he gets bored and leaves. I stroke. I am pretty sure neither of those guys are going to cum in my mouth to be saved for the Fluid Pig’s ass. The door opens. A young Black guy who I’ve never seen enters. He sits across from me and eyes my cock, not the screen. He unzips and pulls out a decent sized dick. We stroke. Now we are both eyeing each other not the video. He gets up. He stands in front of me and I take him into my mouth. This will be perfect, I think. He allows me to suck him for about 17 seconds before he kneels and sucks me. He works his jeans off his butt as he strokes and sucks. It’s a beauty—full and hairy. “Fuck me with this dick.” “Get it good and wet.” He does. Soon he rises and leans on the back of the chair where he was sitting. I move behind him. I go to kneel and rim his gorgeous ass, but he grabs my dick and guides it into his open hole. His ass lips are puffy—he’s been fucked in the arcade. I can tell I am not opening him up. I don’t think he’s loaded, but his hole is open and ready for me. I fuck—fist slow and shallow building to hard and deep. He strokes himself, panting and mumbling the words “fuck…raw…big…cum…” over and over again. I realize he’s about to shoot. He’s going to waste his jizz all over the floor. My hand goes around to catch what I can. Instantly he fires. His ass clenches down on me and he shoots a huge load in my palm. He pulls off me—as if my cock is on fire. He barely does up his pants before he runs out the door. I have a hand full of cum. And I haven’t opened the condom to keep store the loads. I shrug, lick it up and smear the remains on my cock. I open an old condom as I sit back down and keep it ready in the pocket of the old Army shirt I am wearing. I stroke. The kid’s cum feels great on my dick. Now I really want to get to work on why I am here… A middle aged man comes in and sits. He chooses the chair across from me. He opens his fly—but I can barely see a dick. He lets me suck his micro dick—little more than just the head. But he cums a fair amount. I hold it in my mouth until he leaves. I spit it into the condom. #1. A man older than me comes in. He has a cock almost my size and enjoys showing it off. I kneel before him and suck. I keep sucking as three more men enter. One is a really young kid who goes down on a guy in a cap. The third, a 40-ish Blond, sits next to us to watch me suck and stroke. I get the big cock off. A smaller load, but saved by my turning away and acting like I have a coughing fit as I spit the cum into the condom. #2. The blond hasn’t moved. I suck him off. Barely any work at all. #3. I watch the guy in the hat and the college kid in the back corner by the door. I see the hat guy pat him on the shoulder and put his cock away. Damn. The kid got the load. I turn around to the screen as the kid leaves. “You want this?” Hat Guy is right beside me, unzipped and rampant. I go to my knees and take the big, wet cock in my mouth. He sighs. Satisfied. “That kid is hungry, but not a good cocksucker…” In moments, I have a huge load in my mouth. #4 I thank him with my mouth full, so rather unintelligibly. He lingers—so I go ahead and spit it into the condom. Hat Guy raises his eyebrows. “To show my boyfriend,” I say, not quite ready to tell him I’m going to freeze the mixed loads, push them into the Fluid Pig’s hole and fuck him until they melt. I linger awhile myself. I would like to get off. Or get one more load. A grungy guy in his 40’s comes. He sucks me for awhile—telling me how good my dick tastes. Can he tell it’s flavored in cum? He’s a decent cocksucker, but my orgasm still recedes. He pulls off me. “You have any piss?” Now that I can do. He drags me behind the door. My dick rests in his mouth. I take a swig from my water bottle and the piss starts to flow. He catches it all and beats his cock as I unload… I went home, labeled, and got the condom into the freezer. This is the whole post--but you should make the jump to see the pictures of the full condom before it went into the freezer and follow a link to the first time I loaded him with the cum of random men: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/another-cum-harvest.html

Going to the website today, I found this message I copied and will paste, typo included: "In an unexpected turn of events in the days leading up to our closing, our situation changed and we are now actually able to stay open. The steam room is fixed, as is everything else that we can fix! We are working on keeping the club as clean and in good repair as possible. Thank you for being a part of this rollercoaster with is." [think before following links] http://crewclub.net/

West Michigan—January, 2020 I took a little time off after the group in Grand Rapids. I did a quick head count of the number of men I had stuck my dick into at Fukdto, the bathhouse, the hotel party and the house party. It was time for my yearly HIV test anyway, so I had the clinic do the entire battery of tests to make sure I wasn’t bringing anything home. My dick thanked me for a little time off. The moment that I got the all clear, I was off to see Derrick and Jacob. I had really missed them. With my two months of working in Indiana, then the trip east for Christmas and the extended stay in Toronto, it had been a long time since we last saw each other. All three of us were more than ready. It became a leatherish Sunday afternoon fuck and fist fest… I am in my chaps, boots and harness, sitting on the couch in the upstairs study. Derrick is in the same. He sits next to me and idly squeezes the mounded pouch of my clean yellow jock. He works it out as we watch the pictures of hot leather men flash by on his mammoth flat screen. Jacob arrives in chaps and barefoot. He kneels in front of us. “He’s been working on his cocksucking skills,” Derrick murmurs in my ear. The life-like dildos have been helping his gag reflex, I’m told. He demonstrates on my now hard dick. He is indeed getting there. He asks me about how I move my tongue when I suck. I demonstrate on him, constantly letting it move around his shaft, his PA, the underside of his cock head. I have him do it to me. “Feel this…” I move him over to Derrick, who nods his approval. I go around behind Jacob and eat his ass as he sucks his partner. I poke my cock head into his hairy butt hole for just a moment. Not deep. Just to say hello. He groans and picks up the speed on Derrick’s dick. I sink into him. I fuck him. Gently. Once I hold his head down on Derrick, cutting off his wind. He comes up—a mass of deep spittle— and delighted. “Let’s go down to the sling.” We all agree with Derrick. Down we go. It is warm—they have turned the space heater on for me. Jacob is first in the sling. I am kneeling to eat out the hole I just fucked. I hear Derrick puttering above me. When I stand up I see Derrick has added wrist restraints to the boy. They are fastened together above his head. He is blindfolded. Nipple clamps are making his nips look swollen. I begin to fuck. When Jacob groans once too often, Derrick adds a ball gag. The sight of Jacob so heavily restrained makes me fuck him harder. I fuck him until I’m winded. But then I just stand still and pull the whole sling back and forth to keep impaling him with my engorged dick. Derrick fucks Jacob, too, as I pull on the nipple clamps. Soon enough the Elbow Grease is cracked open. I smear some on my left hand as I return to regular fucking. Seamlessly, I pull out my dick and let my fingers slide in. Two, then three. Soon it’s four with a rotating movement. I add some lube and my entire left hand slips into him. Derrick removes the gag—we want the boy to guide me. It takes a little longer, but soon the right hand goes up him. Then back and forth. Now it’s the left hand and four fingers from the right. The most I’ve ever gotten into him. “So…full…” Jacob mutters at one point. I use a few toys to alternate with my hands. With one shaped like a tentacle, I add my cock into his stretched manhole. My left goes back in. “I have to piss,” Jacob writhes. “Let me up.” I just bend over, keeping my hand in place, deep inside him. My mouth takes his soft cock into my mouth. I worm my hand a little deeper and the piss begins to flow. Jacob pants---not believing the amount of sensation he is feeling… * Derrick is in the sling now. I eat his hole for a long time. He begins jacking his dick as Jacob covers his nose and open mouth with his sweaty pit. That is my cue to stand up and give him a hard fucking. I slip the tentacle into place, never taking my cock out of his ass. It tightens down the hole and feels delicious against my moving penis. I bend over and suck his cock, still pumping into him. I eat him out again…while I grease up my hands. I stand up. Left fingers. Right fingers. Back and forth. Just the 4 on each hand. Then the left fist. Now the right. At this point, my left is going in very easily. I grab my cock and guide it in. It slips right down my wrist and into his hole. The combination fills him completely. “He’s jerking off in your hole…” Jacob whispers into his partner’s ear. Derrick speeds up his jacking. I speed up fucking my cock through my fingers buried in his ass. I pull out. I begin to work my right in…but there is some blood. A little redder than the traditional pinking. Derrick knows just what to do. He sends Jacob upstairs for a couple of ice cubes. I insert them…and in seconds there is no blood at all. Not even pink. We slip in a third, just because I like how cold it makes his ass. And now my dick in his ass, feeling the melting of the ice under the head of it. The melting ice is turning the Elbow Grease to a watery glaze. It pours out of his ass on the back stroke. Of course I stop and bury my face in his butt. I love it. I fuck some more. I bury a fist and add four fingers from the other hand. Reverse it. And Derrick’s had his limit. Jacob hops back into the sling. “I really want to cum with your cock in me,” he announces. “Then jerk as I fuck.” He does. It doesn’t take long. He coats his hairy belly and chest. I scoop it up and cover my cock with his thick load. He’s a good boy—he lets me keep fuckng, even though he’s done. He’s super slick now…and I just keep on plowing… No link to the conclusion this time, but feel free to look at over 1000 entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/

No, but I would snowball through a glory hole....

Grand Rapids—January, 2020 I got home easily, if slightly tired, after my repeated late nights in Canada and the lengthy drive. I rested up for a day—and headed north on the weekend. Saturday was the monthly meeting of the bareback orgy group. I remembered to toss the rimseat in the car as requested. I was among the first there. I set it up in the bedroom, now converted to playroom. It went in the corner, so it was out of the way—and so you still had access to the leather covered bed from all four sides. The host’s sling was hung and the room darkened just enough to see, but with no glare. I went back downstairs to strip. I decided not o go with the leather that night. Just the Fukdto jock and my boots. There were about six other men around me shedding their clothes. Two more came in as I folded my jeans and stowed them away. I nodded to the blond cub who was a regular—but his friend was new to this group—but I was sure I knew him. I worked through my mental rolodex. Yup. I had met him five years ago or so at both IML and CLAW. I even helped get him gangbanged in Cleveland. He still looked like he was in his 20’s which is impossible. He has a thin, tight body and a bubble butt made for cock. Matt changed into a white A-shirt that contrasted with his deep chocolate skin tone beautifully. His designer jock, with sneakers and a brimmed cap completed his fuck ensemble. We went upstairs… The Blond Cub is up Matt. Everyone else is sucking dick or getting head—but those two have leapt right in. Matt is on all four and taking the cub’s driving thrust with ease. I can already smell the poppers. I let a new guy spend some good oral-get-acquainted-time with my cock, but keep an eye on the fucking. I watch the Blond Cub give way to another horny, older man. Matt gleefully cleans the Cub’s dick. I thank the newbie and he crawls to another duo and licks the balls of the lucky man getting a blow job. I move to Matt. I replace the Cub in his mouth. The older guy is already winded from his fuck. The Cub goes back up Matt. I stay there, getting head and watching the Cub’s thin tool open up Matt’s hole. The Cub pulls out. I bend and clean him off, getting my first taste of Matt in years. The Cub groans, pulls me off him and pushes my face into Matt’s wet hole. “Eat him out,” he hisses in my ear. “Taste the cum I put in him before we arrived.” And it’s there. Matt pushes some out onto my tongue. Fuck yes! I swallow. And dig in. I lick and spit the rest back into him. I stand up and slide into him. This time it’s Matt who groans. I bottom out, wait for the poppers to be recapped, and begin a steady fuck rhythm. His hole is delightfully slick. I fuck him harder and harder. I want to see the cum froth up around the rim of his hole. It does. I pull out and clean off the hole. I fuck him again. A burly ex-footballer comes over to watch and jack. I nod to him and he takes over in Matt’s hole. I have Matt clean my cock. He moans at the frothed cum and can’t stop licking me… ***** I play with others. A bud is on the rimseat—a fellow top who doesn’t let anyone else eat his ass. He loves how I lick it. I feel someone slide down on my cock and begin to pound himself down on my pole. It is likely the host—something that I know he enjoys. The top reaches down and pats my ear before he gets up. Suddenly I can see again. Matt is riding my cock—and he slides off it…and sits on the seat. His hole is now dripping. Not surprisingly every man is using the new, cute bottom as their cum hole. I have seen other bottoms fuck him tonight. I don’t know how many loads are in his ass, but I am pretty sure I’m about to find out. The seat spreads his now very puffy hole. Semen begins to drip onto my tongue. Nice and steady. Drip. Drip. Splat... For the rest of felching and fucking, follow the link to the home blog: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-centerpiece-of-party.html

New this year--CLAW has the San Francisco variant of the Horse Market. I just signed up. It looked like all mare spaces were sold out--and this is the first day to buy tickets for it.

Toronto—January, 2020 You may be relieved to hear I didn’t play on January 1. At all. I slept. I read. I avoided writing. I went out with my friend Franklin for some great conversation and a spicy chai tea. In my original plan, I was to drive home that day, but Parker had suggested I stay for a sex party he was throwing with a friend I had met at Fukdto. After the marathon fuck I’d had with Parker, it took very little arm twisting to make me add two days to my hotel reservation. The next day I wrote a post and got ready for the late afternoon party. It was at the same hotel as the less than stellar condom fuck/boot shine of a few days earlier. It is a massive hotel, but I found the room easily. I am sitting in a chair, naked but for jock and boots. The mutual friend from Fukd, Art, is on his knees giving me expert head. We have exchanged blow jobs before at Fukd, but this is far nicer. Parker is not here yet. We are simply two horned tops getting to know each other better. He swallows me down, holds it, then rocks back on his heels as he comes up for air. “That is a mouthful.” I nod. Art stands. I suck on his decidedly above average dick. Eventually he kneels again and does some more effortlessly deep throating of my shaft. Once again he comes up for air. “Damn. I was thinking I’d let you fuck me tonight, but there’s no way that’s going in me.” * Parker has arrived. He is soon naked but for a jock and going back and forth sucking the two of us on the bed. I love watching Art’s face when it is his turn in Parker’s mouth. Finally, I slip down and eat Parker’s hole while he gets Art good and wet. “Sit on him,” I tell Parker. “Ride him.” I don’t say ‘I want to lick his shaft as he fucks you,’ but that is exactly what I want. He sits astride Art, facing forward. I let them get a rhythm going and then crawl between Art’s splayed legs. I lick his big balls. He groans. Parker feels me there and slows his descent on Art’s dick to give me a good taste. I come around and kiss him. There is a knock at the door. The guys keep fucking and I open it. An attractive daddy is there who waves to the two busy on the bed and strips to just socks. He is a hot, grey haired otter with a thick beer can cock. I go to my knees to get him ready for Parker’s ass. “Oh, fuck…” he groans. “Suck me.” He can’t take his eyes off the couple fucking. I can’t wait to see this fat cock go up Parker. “Oh, shit!” With no other warning the guy shoots in my mouth. He is instantly apologetic, but starts getting dressed, only stopping to watch me reverse felch his load into Parker’s ass. “That’s where I wanted to put it,” he says sheepishly. And is gone. * A 40 something Greek in next in the room. He sucks our three cocks. Parker tells me he is a terrific top—but Parker fucks him instead. Then I fuck him. The Greek instructs me how to fuck him—until suddenly he just shuts up and pants. Two men in their 30’s arrive. One man, Joe, undresses, one never does. The Greek suddenly remembers an appointment and leaves with the bottom who never undressed. I watch Art fucking the new arrival. I fuck Parker. We are each on separate beds. I suggest we move over to the other one. Suddenly the bottoms are side by side, both on all fours. They turn to kiss each other as we impale them… Parker is squeezing me hard. I love how he milks my cock. Art suddenly stops. He excuses himself to go wash up. And leaves soon after. Parker fucks Joe at my urging. I want to taste both men in his ass. I watch. Parker has Joe on his back. The kid has a face that registers every thrust. Parker fucks him slowly—but hard. The bed shakes each time he is impaled. Finally he needs a breather. I clean his cock and kiss him. I lie down on the bed. “Sit on my face,” I tell Joe. He does. Eagerly. No one had bothered to rim him—they both just started plowing him. His hole is wet and hot. I stroke, but soon Parker’s mouth has replaced my hand. The young man does poppers and begins to babble. Cum drips into my mouth. Fuck! The kid had a load before he came here. Or maybe Art shot. I eat him out hungrily. Every drop my tongue can reach. “Switch,” I mumble, with my mouth full of hairless bubble butt. Joe gets off me, Parker sits on my face—but Joes doesn’t suck me. He rides me. He’s tight—but the load is making for a terrific fuck. “Eat my hole,” Parker grunts out. “Then you need to fuck me.” I lick out some of the cum that was already in my mouth—this time swallowing it. Joe rolls off my dick. Parker replaces him. He bounces down on my cum wet dick with his own very wet ass. I want Joe back on my face, but he takes a hit of poppers and licks my balls instead—just as I had done to Art. It is an incredible feeling. It is far later, with the delayed start to it all, than I was planning on. I need to get off and pack for my morning departure. I tell the guys to get side by side again. They kiss and share poppers. I rim one then the other. Back and forth. Soon I am fucking Parker and fingering Joe. I pull out and reverse it, my cock sliding into Joe and my fingers playing in the wetness of Parker’s hole. “Love this,” Joe hisses. I reverse, once more fucking Parker. The sound of me wet fucking and three men breathing heavily is all you can hear. “You should load Joe,” Parker tells me. I switch back. I fuck him hard. I will myself to cum—but my cock says no. I slide back into Parker once more—and Bam! I explode. Three or five strong blasts. I grab his hips and ride wave after wave of my orgasm…

Very interesting and, not surprisingly, a good read. Would you be willing to share the story of your training? How did he find you, how he went about it, etc....??

The web site: [think before following links] https://www.cumunion.com/?page_id=1011

Toronto—December, 2019 I went to Spa Excess for New Year’s Eve. It was the same venue I went to last year. I don’t think there were as many playful guys around this year. I felt like more men were there for the roast turkey buffet than for sex. But I still had a great time. And how better to ring in 2020 than in some man’s ass? I stayed, mostly, in the third floor play area. There is a sling, a fuck bench and a room with a glass wall where you can watch men in the shower. There is a slurp ramp to save cocksucker’s knees and lots of dark corners and booths for a modicum of privacy. And there is a cage, three steps higher than the floor, where I often stand and let passersby suck on my cock sticking through the bars. I had told two gentlemen, both new to me, where I would be that night. I was curious to find them… I stow my clothes in my locker. I get into my leathers. I walk through the play area. It is just around 9 o’clock and not many men are there yet. There are a few rooms on this floor, so I walk the hall. A big beefy man, with tats and a hairy chest is hanging out by his door. He’s one of the men with who I chatted earlier in the day. He nods. I nod and follow him in, shutting the door. Before it latches, he is digging in his bag. “Do you PNP?” “No.” “But you’re ok if I do?” “No,” I say and start to open the door. He slams it shut. “Ok, I’ll just do poppers.” He sinks to his knees. He sucks me—some. It is much more about his nose to the popper bottle. Constantly. To the point I don’t’ dare move or I’ll make him splash some on his face. I’ve had enough, though my dick is barely wet. “Get on all fours.” He does, clutching the bottle. I take out my frustration with him (and the man the day before) on his ass. I have one leg up on the bed and plow him hard and long. He only asks me to go easier so he doesn’t spill his brown bottle. And to top it off—he’s dirty. I leave and wash. I hang out in the dark play area, standing in the cage and letting young Asian men suck my now clean cock. After three mouths—none willing to try it in their hole—I walk out to the rooms again. I find the other man from BBRT. He’s about 5’10” and a slim 150. His hair is silver. His profile says he’s ten years younger than I am, but I’m guessing it’s more like four or five. His face lights up and he leads me into the one sling room on this floor. He kisses me—tentatively at first, but growing to a major kiss. This is going to be good. He goes to his knees and gets me wet. He is great with his mouth—everything I need to be ready to plow. I help him into the sling. His ass is a lovely bubble sticking out from the leather straps. And he loves my tongue work on his hole. “You didn’t lie. You do love to eat ass…” he murmurs. I spit a few more times into his hole, stand up and glide into him. His moan is music to my ears. I fuck him slowly for a long time. But eventually building to a chain rattling fuck. He loves ass to mouth, while still in the sling. His ass is incredibly juicy when I revisit it with my tongue and mouth. We use the sling some more. We do one round with him on all fours on the bed, but we both miss the sling, so we go back to it for another fuck. “Now go fuck some other lucky guys,” he tells me. “Should I leave the door open?” I ask. “Naw. I don’t’ think I want anyone else after that…” I thank him and tell him I’ll come back for another round if he’s still here. I go into the dark area. Someone is now on the fuck bench. I move between his legs—and instantly walk away from the smell. It is the second of likely eight men who are dirty that night. I will just skip the others. Yikes. I play in the cage. I find a hot, 40 something gym guy in backless rubber shorts bent over the box in the cage. I eat his perfectly framed ass and sink into him. He milks my cock like an expert. “You are the perfect size for my hole,” he tells me when we break—and decide we’d be more comfortable in the public sling. The sling makes it an even better fuck. I pound him until his eyes roll up into the back of his head. We have an audience—but they seem to be all bottoms. No one will step up to take a turn on his ass. So I go again. Finally I catch an older man’s eye. He is beating a nice sized cock. He spells me. He fucks the full, hairy ass with swift, deep strokes. He says nothing at all as he pumps into Rubber Shorts. He abruptly stops and walks away. I kneel. Yup. He left us a load without saying a word. I dig in and share it with the rubber pig… * I meet up with the man in the sling room. I fuck him until he shoots. He tells me he will hang around until 12. I work the top of the slurp ramp. I am too tall for many of the men. My cage is a better option. I move there. “Hello, again.” A tall, thin young man of less than 30 years of age smiles at me. He has a full goatee. And a big dick. “I want to suck that again.” He leads me to a booth next to the slurp ramp. I know he hasn’t sucked me this trip. I would remember him. He locks the door and goes down on me. Well, fuck. This boy did just this last year. And if I remember rightly…there’s more. “Daddy, I love your cock, but turn around so I can eat your hairy hole again....” Follow the link to see who is my first fuck of 2020: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/new-years-eve-wel-cum-to-ontario-part-v.html

Toronto—December, 2019 I suppose, no matter what kind of sexual adventure I had after such a great Fukdto (and using Parker so completely) it would pale in comparison. Well, it did. Though it had its moments… We began chatting a hook up site, long before I arrived in Canada. Ted was from northern Canada and would be in town at the same time. I knew he was around my age. The pictures he opened confirmed that. He liked the sound of the things I did. “Do you like having your boots licked?” he asked. I told him I did. He sent me quite a few emails after that…not really spelling out what he’d like done to him, but leading in that direction. I told him I didn’t plan a sexual meet out in advance. I liked to know some things he liked, some things he might like to try and hard limits of things he wouldn’t. I guessed I might never hear from him once I was in town. But I did. I went to his hotel, a quick walk from mine, the day after Fukdto… Ted opens the door. I inwardly sigh. The pics are old and more than several pounds ago, but he seems a nice guy. I get into my leathers as requested. He stays totally dressed in his street clothes. He begins polishing my boots. They need it. He spits on them and works the polish into the grain of the boot. One at a time. I love the pressure of his hands wielding through the leather. He obviously loves doing it. He uses a brush. I can feel the swirling strokes. But he never licks them. He talks, as he buffs them, about a man in town he often rents. When the boots are gleaming, he stops, strips down to a pristine white jock and proceeds to suck me. He is all teeth. I remind him to cover them. That lasts for a few moments before he forgets. I stand up to see if that is a better angle. It is, but not by much. I finally stop him by telling him I need to eat his ass. I do. It goes well. I am perking back up. I stand and slap my dick across his ass crack. He rolls away from me. “I’ve thought about it and think we should use condoms.” I consider leaving, but I’m a gentleman and find a Magnum, its foil wrapping looking as old and tired as Ted. I fuck him bent over the bed. I fuck him on his back. I fuck him on his side. I can’t feel anything with the latex. He is hard as I enter him. He goes soft while I fuck and is hard moments after I pull out. I have had enough. I pull out and as his erection returns I take all 4 inches into my mouth. He is surprised—and blows a load. I thank him and start stripping off my leather. “Don’t you want to get off after all that great fucking?” I shrug and pack and bag. Talk about keeping this blog real… I only took the time to write this up as I have to remind my readers—and myself—that not every hook up is wonderful. But I didn’t have long to wait. Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve and I was headed to a bathhouse...