FelchingPisser

The dark room I used to frequent was lost when the Chicago Eagle (leather bar) was closed and incorporated into Man's Country bathhouse (also now closed.)

I just did two months in the Indy area. The Works has a crowd in the afternoon and they are all gone by 4pm. And there is a crowd on Cum Union night. If I need to do an evening, I would go to The Club.

Chicago—December, 2019 I made it into Chicago in good time. I thought I would be closer, working in Indiana, but I was wrong. With all the country roads I had to take to get to a highway, it was about the same time into the city as it was from where I live in Michigan. I had booked the same uptown motel that is near the leather bar on the north side (where the piss party is held.) I just had room to set up the sling on one side of the bed and the rimseat on the other. Both got a tarp beneath them and an old sheet on top of that to keep the piss contained. Alejandro had spoken to a man he’d met at the piss party last year. He wanted more piss and cock certainly, but he also wanted the guy to act as cameraman. He wanted our meet recorded. The man agreed, was excited by it even…until 23 hours before we were to meet and he began to have a sore throat. Sigh. Cruising through BBRT once I was set up, I found there was a breeding party going on at the motel. Three tops hosting one cumslut. I went up to their room, hoping one of the tops might be persuaded, what with Alejandro’s hot ass, to film us. But no. They were far too busy doing drugs to care about actual sex. I left quickly. {Pic of his ass} Alejandro arrived from his own hotel—so he could deep clean in privacy. He looked great. Sometimes we’d had some sort of role play to get us into it. Not today. I shed my robe and was in boots and yellow jock (sent to me by a reader.) I got him down to his new white jock, which would soon be stained… I get him on the bed. He rolls over and gets on all fours. My tongue dives into his ass crack, still moist from the shower. He groans and takes the first of many hits of poppers. I spit and tongue and work his tight hole open. I stand and prod him with my wet cock tip. I go right back to my knees and lick up the precum I’ve left behind. I have flavored his hole with the very essence of me. {Pic of his ass} We move to the sling. I piss a little on his hole. He whimpers each time a stream of hot liquid hits him. I lick it up, poking some of it into his ass. He groans out “Fuck me with that thing.” I lube up as I keep licking. I stand—and slowly work about half my length into him. I wait until he nods and fuck him with shallow strokes. It’s not enough lube. He tells me to find his lube injector in his bag. We fill the syringe like tool. Once it’s full, I deep lube his ass. Now he can take me. I slide in and begin fucking. Deep, long strokes. Alejandro loves the taste of his hole. I stop every few minutes and let him clean my dick. I go back to his ass and fuck. Then clean it with my tongue He’s self lubing like crazy now. Back to fucking. Harder, now. I rim his hot, precum-coated hole. I fuck again. “Piss in me.” I slow down the fuck strokes until I am just rocking into his guts. I will myself to piss. Finally it comes. Filling him. More and more. His guts are awash in my piss. I fuck a few strokes. Some splashes out of his ass on the backstroke. I carefully pull out, using my hand to keep his hole closed. I kneel—and let go. My mouth is blasted with my piss from his ass. I swallow it down. I have to swallow fast to keep up with it. He is pushing it out in one huge torrent of pale yellow water. As if finally slows, I save some in my mouth and spit it on him. He groans. I fuck a little in his hole, then pause to take a long drink of water. I come to the side of the sling and begin licking his pits. He has been deodorant free for days. I lick his acrid pits and kiss him. I piss a splash or two on his left pit. I lick it clean. And suddenly his PA-ed cock starts to spurt piss. Gallons of it. I lick some off his chest. I take some directly into my mouth. I let him coat his entire upper body with it. I clean him up a little more with my tongue. Still it is coming. I move his cock for the last stream to go down his ass crack. When it finally stops, I lick it up. Alejandro is floating in the sling, there is so much piss between him and the leather... This is how piss fucking is supposed to go. For pictures and a video (and another piss filling) follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/alejandro-gets-piss-fucked.html

Jake is an excellent fuck in real life, too. I was lucky enough to have him in Chicago just before his first porn for Raw Fuck Club came out. I wrote about it on my blog From My Side of the Sling. Since it's before I started linking all the entries here, here is the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-professor-and-porn-stars.html

And I love to piss fuck. I love to churn the piss---but with a guy who knows how to clean!

Eastern Illinois—December, 2019 Around the top of the month, I had some exciting news. Alejandro, the piss pig from the east coast, had solidified his plans and would be coming to Chicago for a wet session at the top of next week. I was excited. And just thinking about it made me need to blow off some steam. I had the day off, so I decided to try the new bookstore again. I left mid morning. It was a bright, sunny winter day. I stopped in a rest area, just before my exit, for the lunch I’d packed. With the change to central time, it now just noon. My cock shifted in my jock as I drank the last of my hot tea. I wanted to see what kind of lunch time crowd might be there. I arrived ten minutes later. I paid my admission and went through the thick metal door to the two theatres. I found the bathroom in the pitch black hall and pissed. There were four or five men seated in the straight theatre and one standing behind the low wall. The gay side was empty. I went out to sit with the other men. Not one had his cock out, but there was lots of groping of slightly tented trousers. I sat in a lone chair, set my water bottle down and unbuttoned. My cock sprang free. I spit in my hand and began to shamelessly stroke in front of the others… The porn is good. We watch a big dicked man use a very small Latina in every hole she has available. I am very aware of different sets of eyes glancing in my direction and then back at the screen. One man pulls his coat from behind his chair and puts it in his lap. His hand remains under the garment. Another man leaves by the outer door. A third, a good looking and well dressed older man, goes to the restroom. He doesn’t come back—but there has been no sound of the outer door. He has to be on the gay side. I wait another moment—and go into the other room. I can’t see him at first—he’s not sitting down. He is standing in the darkest corner behind the low wall. I lean on the wall and watch the movie. God help me, it’s a movie where the guys have to act. I ignore it and glance over at the man. I can now just see his hand is in front of his crotch. I wait a moment for him to make some sort of sign. Nothing. I pull my cock back out and show it to him. I really want this distinguished grey haired man to bend over and suck me. I move closer to him. “Suck my dick…” he whispers. I go to my knees and take his Viagraed cock into my throat. He has a nice mouthful. His soft fingers find my ears and hold on. It doesn’t take much to get his load down my throat. I clean his dick and he pats my head. He moves away before we are discovered by anyone. And that seems to be the key here with anyone over 40—don’t let your neighbors see you doing anything gay. I sit on the gay side for a bit, but the movie is short on sex and long on set up. I go back and sit in my first chair. Slowly the rest of the room empties—but for the man behind the low wall. Could he be stroking? I move to the other secluded area in this theatre—another low wall on the side of the room. I look right at him. I can see the struggle in his face. He wants to play—but should he? Who is this guy? I move slightly and bump into a chair I couldn’t see. I sit down. I’m lost to his view—but will he see it as an invitation? I wait. I’m turned so I can see the movie—just—over the wall. Suddenly, with his hand covering his crotch, the man appears. He is in decent shape for his 50’s, balding, and a little doughy around the waist. But he kneels between my splayed legs and sucks my cock. I let him. He’s a little toothy around my flared head, but he’s doing okay. He strokes himself as he does it. His knees tire. I stand and help him up. I take a turn on his dick. It’s still soft. His balls are huge—so I lick them, too. “Don’t! I will cum in your mouth!” he hisses—though the theatre is empty. He begins to pant. I take his soft dick back in my mouth and he shoots—never remotely getting hard. Time passes. I am still off to the side, leaning on the wall. Men have come and gone with no interest. I sit down to find my water bottle as I want to move. Suddenly a big man is by my chair. He must have come in when someone was going out for I hadn’t heard the door. He has the biggest, hardest cock I’ve seen today. It’s sticking out of his fly and he is moving towards me. He grabs my shoulders and pulls me onto his dick. Just in time, too. It explodes. Had he been jerking in the other room and didn’t want to waste his load? He thanks me, slurring his words, and leaves—tucking his wet cock back into his suit pants as he stumbles for the exit. I go to the gay side. The movie is new. And better. I stay behind the wall. Two men come in the main door. They both come in here—not the usual routine. One is a big hairy bear in his late 30’s. The other man is around the same age, short, wiry and has the longest, bushiest beard I’ve seen in ages. The Bear comes right to me, glances at Bushy Beard and goes to his knees to suck me. This guy is good. And likely gay. Bushy Beard watches us and feels himself up—but doesn’t unzip. I grab the Bear’s head and fuck his face. I hear him unzip and jerk as he sucks my dick. “Lick my balls,” I whisper. He does, reveling in their smell. Bushy Beard moves to us. He taps the Bear on the shoulder who stands up. I go to my knees and suck the Bear’s thick cock. Bushy Beard unzips. The Bear’s pants fall to his knees, pushed by BB. I can hear BB lube up a finger. He intends to fuck the Bear. He jabs it into the man’s ass. The Bear groans and gives me his load. Do none of these men have any control? I clean him up before the Bear heads to the bathroom. I stand up. “Let me fuck you,” Bushy Beard hisses, grabbing at my ass... Now there's a cliff hanger. Find out: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/back-to-new-bookstore.html

Thanks, man. Enjoy!! And keep reading!

Indianapolis—December, 2019 After all the public sex in bathhouse and bookstore, I was ready for a good connected bit of one on one play. Marshall was out of town, so I kept returning to the profile of a man with who I had had quite a bit of conversation. He loved watersports, no LOVED it as he typed it to me. He had a sling he could put up in the basement and there was a drain in the floor. There was a partner, but he’d be away. From his stats, Liam was a little younger than me, tall and well built. The pictures showed a jungle of hair all over his body. That alone got me hard as I thought of drops of piss clinging to it all as I licked it up… We arranged a time. It was an easy drive in. I took the rimseat, something he didn’t have. Liam answered the door naked but for a blue jock. He looked just like his pictures. But he was nervous. He showed me the set up downstairs. The sling was crammed in, between the stairs and the laundry facilities, not ideal but I had just enough room to work around two sides of it. The rimseat stayed packed in its bag upstairs. “Get on your knees,” I said, “I’ve been drinking all the way here.” That’s when it began going downhill. Liam had never done watersports. At all. He had watched a few video clips of piss. He didn’t want it in his mouth, but he thought he’d be ok if I would piss on him or in him. I went back up to get out of clothes as he got in the sling. I made sure I put my boots back on for the basement floor was filthy. I ate his hole. I pissed on it. Licked it up. So far so good. I fucked him. He loved it. But he was dirty. I waited as he cleaned. We fucked again. I thought my cock was suspect as I pulled it out a second time, but he cleaned it, high on constant popper use. “Try pissing in me.” I had a bladder full. I let it go deep in his guts. He loved it. I fucked him full of piss. He loved that. I pulled out to bring my piss covered cock to his mouth—and my piss exploded from his ass. He was spectacularly dirty and now so were my legs. There weren’t enough towels. We trod carefully up the stairs to a wonderful two man shower. I cleaned up first as he tried to mop downstairs. Then he cleaned up. He took me into their shared bedroom and got up on all fours on the bed. I valiantly tried to fuck his newly cleaned ass, but I couldn’t do it. I sped up my thrusts and faked shooting a load in him. And left. I hope he got it cleaned up before the boyfriend got home… ***** I go to the bathhouse. I shower again. I sit in the steam. A bearded blond man, maybe just 40, is there. We eye each other. He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth. He can’t get enough of my cock. I briefly suck his regulation sized one. We leave as the steam kicks into high gear. I follow him into the sauna—and that’s when I see his pale ass, flecked with blond hair. Mounds of flesh needing my tongue. He steps up on the bench to get to the top row of seats, putting his ass right at eye level. I lean forward and my tongue connects. He melts. He kneels on the seat and I dig in. He grunts and groans and encourages me to get his hole sopping wet. I do. I tongue him deeply. He jerks as I tongue fuck him. We break and then do it again in the TV room. And at the sling. Now I’m sure I will get inside him. But no, he’s tells me he’s a top—but loves his ass licked. I sigh, but it doesn’t put me off. I ream him out once more, the chains clanging… **** We meet up again in the dark porn room.... For the rest: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/the-words-he-shouldnt-say-try-pissing-me.html

Indianapolis—December, 2019 My work this year in Indiana was rather stressful. I really let it get to me and developed major knots in my neck. I remembered a gay masseur on the hook up site that lets business folk post ads. I looked him up and we talked price—and I booked 90 minutes on his table. Joe was a man of my age, doing massage whenever he felt like it. I greeted his big dog, once he stop barking, and made friends as I took off my winter jacket. Joe took me upstairs and told me to strip—as did he in his bedroom across the landing. I lay down on my stomach on his heated massage table. I began being slathered in hot coconut oil. He worked my shoulders forever. He was not about to be defeated by the number of knots. And he won. Mostly. Joe took a piss break—and I suddenly felt a tongue on my shoulder. It was the dog. She loved the coconut oil and a new man to lick when her dad was out of the room. She ran out the moment Joe returned and he did the rest of my back, thighs and feet. His touch was strong and just what I needed. I was flipped. Face, chest, arms, legs were all covered in hot oil and kneaded. Of course I got hard as he did my perineum and my balls. He oiled up his hands and jerked me—two handed. It felt great. But I didn’t want to cum. I told him so—that I would tense right back up if I shot. This didn’t turn into a hook up. So why is it here? Because it was incredibly sensual and arousing. And that’s what I document in my life. (And did I just write about my first canine scene??) ***** Here it is 2020. I still enjoy sharing my varied sex life with you all. So where do we go from here? Well, readership has never been higher. I am still one month behind in my sharing. (It used to be 8 to 10 weeks, so that’s great.) I don’t think I ever want to write it up the next day—I want the time to let it percolate in my mind. I will keep trying for more pictures/videos of the sex as it happens. Of course, if I’m playing in any kind of sex venue that can’t happen. Even when the willing man and I are alone, it sometimes seems to break the momentum of the scene to find the camera. Not to mention my hands are often incredibly greasy… This year there will be a huge life change with my ‘real’ job. I guess it is retirement, though I will still be jobbing out for short times throughout the country. This may mean more time to play, more trips to cities farther away and even more things to report. So 2020 looks wildly exciting—and just a little bit scary… I wish every reader a prosperous and happy New Year. 2020? Really? Already?? Well, bring it on. I can’t wait! So there's no jump for this one--but feel free to visit: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/happy-2020.html

Eastern Illinois—November, 2019 As good as the bathhouses were treating me, I still missed a trip to the bookstore. It is such a different experience for me. And I like porn. And cruising. So I got on a gay porn directory and did some research. There was nothing in the middle of Indiana. But not much farther than my drive to Indy, but in the opposite direction, I found two places that sounded intriguing. I narrowed it down to one simply for my preference to sit in a “theatre” than walk the arcade and see only snippets of a video. So on a full day off I went west into Illinois. I found the place easily. The whole complex is huge. The arcade, from the number of admissions I saw ahead of me, was hopping. I bought the pass for the theatres. I was buzzed in. I loved the layout. Both theatres and a restroom were through the same door. Guys could go back and forth without going into the sales area as you do at my regular bookstore. I have seen so many hesitant men not venture into the gay room, for fear of being seen entering it—and here no one would ever know—they could just go around the corner. There were really comfortable chairs and couches to sit on. There was a place to stand and watch in both areas. Two, actually, in the straight theatre. And the porn was mostly good. The straight side had maybe five men in it. I stayed there briefly before rounding the corner and going into the gay side. The porn here was bare and good. And two guys were playing with each other behind the low wall at the back… I sit in a chair so I can watch the screen and watch the men. One is a cute white cub, the other a tall, lanky mixed race man. Pretty soon the cub disappears from view. I hear the familiar sounds of a blow job. But I can’t see it. And I don’t want to disturb them. I sit and stroke watching Peto Coast fuck. In just a few minutes, the tall guy stops the Cub with a whispered “I don’t want to get off.” I hear the Cub get back to his feet and the Tall guy motions towards me with a “Go suck that big one.” Obediently, the Cub appears and asks if I want help. I take my hands off my dick and let him suckle me down. His shirt is unbuttoned, showing off a really hairy chest. I find very pronounced nipples and start to twist them. The Tall guy watches us for a moment and then takes off for the arcade. I make the Cub do my balls as well as my shaft. He’s excellent…and sucking makes him very horny. The one time I reached down and touched his cock he batted my hand away. He takes a break to rest his knees. I lean forward and taste his stubby dick. Not for long but to get a nice mouthful of sweet precum. He pulls away, afraid of exploding. He goes back down and does his best to get me off. I tell him I, too, don’t want to drop my load yet. He grins and sucks me for the sheer joy of having a dick in his mouth, not just for the reward. He doesn’t stop when guys from the other room come in and observe us going at it. We break again and he tells me he is going to find his friend, but he’ll be back. I do myself up and go over to the straight side. The crowd has thinned. One lone man, older and grey, is sitting in front of the low wall at the back. He is stroking his half hard dick. He looks up at me. I know those eyes. I nod and get between his legs to suck his cock. Almost instantly he shoots—never getting hard. He leaves. I stroke. Alone in both theatres. I stay in the straight theatre now, for the movie has changed on the gay screen to one where there are long story scenes and the fucking is latexed. I am not alone for long. A big ex footballer type lumbers in. He watches me for a moment and goes to the gay side. I give him a couple of minutes before I go over. He is standing behind the wall, stroking. I move behind him, against the cinder block back wall. He turns. He looks at my hard on and turns back to the screen. I sink to my knees and he turns again. This he likes. He turns fully, presenting me with a fat dick with huge, hairy balls. He takes three steps towards me and begins fucking my face. No artful oral skills in play here. He is just using me. And he cums—his hairy balls, now damp with sweat slapping at my chin. “You’re good,” he mumbles. I only wish I could have showed him what I could really do. I am still kneeling when the outer door opens and a new man arrives. I stay put. He rounds the corner, sees me and unzips. He is very corporate looking, in a business suit and dress shoes. He presents his hooded hardon. I take his entire length. He sighs as I skin him back with my tongue. He takes longer, but it is still no more than five minutes work to get his load. He thanks me profusely, asking if I’m new here. I tell him yes. “I hope to see you around. We can use a guy like you.” I stroke to some intense squirt porn on the straight side. All alone. The Cub returns when I have moved to the gay side with a new movie. We trade blow jobs in the same chair. But when he’s ready to unload he wants to step into the darkness behind the wall. “You really want my load......?” Make the jump read the ending and over 1000 other entries: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/working-new-bookstore.html

I gave instructions on how to make one in a thread here this last summer....

I love having sex in a public, but safe, place (bathhouse, arcade, bb party). I really loved watching my long term partner enjoy another dick. It made our sex life so much better.

So if this is the sling where I fucked you, this almost always happens as there are so few confident, show-off tops, ever, in that building. I was going there a lot during November and December when I was working in Indiana, All of once did I ever see another top take advantage of a man in the sling--and it was during the Black Out event so no one could see him. I joined him and we shared the bottom...but we had three or four other bottoms come in and stroke the guy's cock or chest. Any other time, I have felt like I am the only man to use the men waiting in the sling.

I will just add if I stopped having sex with undetectable men....I'd barely have sex at all...

Not at all. You didn't lie. You are the safest bet for tops. Men are often stupid.

Northwest Indiana—November, 2019 I must be getting old. The next sex I had was at one of the bookstores up in northwestern Indiana. I know my brief play was after a hurried trip home, but I couldn’t remember much else about it. I checked my notes. I have always made notes about what I do since beginning the blog, but for this trip: “6 or 7 loads.” And that was it. I am sure that most were in the cinema as I enjoy the space and doing it in public. Maybe a couple were from the gloryholes, but I haven’t a clue about the men who gave them to me. Not a single “Bear in leather jacket with stubby dick” notation. And did I get off? No idea…and it was only 33 days ago… Indianapolis—November, 2019 I think I went to the bathhouse the very next day—and I won’t tell you which—for I sent a text to the dirty blond attendant. He was glad to sign me in for free. As I checked in, he told me to play however I wanted—he just wanted to get fucked at the end of his shift. Perfect. I stripped and went searching. The steam room was vacant. The guys were in the dark room… I sit and watch a couple. They are both my age or so. The bear of the two is standing stock still as his shaved head friend or partner is working a finger or two up his hole. How they interact with each other tells me they know each other well. I take my cock out and stroke. The two notice me. The top takes his fingers out, spits on his dick and slowly pushes his six incher into his friend. The bottom groans. They both look over at me. “You need that dick in your ass,” whispers the top—but loud enough that he’s sure I will hear it. “I wish…” the bottom mumbles. The top turns to me. “You want to fuck this tight ass?” I nod and stand up. The bottom’s ass is wide and the hole hairy. My cock drools looking at it. The top spits on my cock and reaches around to guide me into the ass he’d just been fucking. He stands behind me, working my nipples. I’m pretty sure he is thinking he will stick his dick up me as I fuck, for it certainly is prodding my ass crack on the back stroke. The bear bends to take me a little more easily. It’s a nice hole—warm and wet and he squeezes down on me. I build up the speed of the fuck. “Take a turn,” I tell the other top, just at the point I feel his finger on my hole. We share the bear back and forth. We fuck him until he calls for a break. I later find them in the sauna. The bear slides behind me on the tier above and gives my shoulders a terrific massage. “This was to say thank you,” he says, “but you really need this—your shoulders are so knotted.” He works on me for quite awhile. His friend sucks my dick as the bear works away on getting my shoulders to relax. * I fuck a similar looking bottom for a moment or six in the steam room. It is nice enough, but nothing special. When the steam kicks in, it is a good excuse to excuse myself. But then Phil starts to follow me around. He wants more. At first I am flattered that he tries to insinuate himself into every blow job or fuck I have in public. Finally it is annoying enough that I have to tell him to back off some. I would have gotten around to him again, too, if he had let me work on my schedule… * In a porn area with limited seating, an older Asian is jerking a hot seven incher with lots of foreskin. We trade blow jobs. When I am down on him the second time, he lifts his legs and pushes the top of my head until my tongue finds his tight ass. “Lick me,” he commands. I do. I giving him a tongue fucking that opens his pucker. His uncut dick is now in constant precum mode. I return to it, get a mouthful of precum and then stick it up his hole with my tongue. This makes him pant. And eventually he hisses that I am a “dirty man.” He’s been on his back, legs in the air on a hard bench. I suggest he kneel on it so I can get deeper into his hole. “I’m a top…” he starts. “So? Does it feel good?” He flips for me. And I dig in… Next we meet in the steam room. I eat his hole there, too, once we are alone. Then in the dark room, over a railing. I see him at his locker. He grins at me. “Going to get room.” And he gets it. So he could really cut loose, away from all the men who knew him as a top. He sucks me again. I eat his ass until he’s begging: “Stick it in my ass. I want to try.” “You sure?” “ But no cum.” And I fuck him. It hurts both of us for a moment…until I fish old poppers out of the top of my sock. He opens up like a bottom whore…and I fuck him until he shoots all over his chest. * The Dirty Blond finds me in my room, with the door open, 30 minutes after his shift ends. He shuts the door. He strips and spends a long time mouthing my jock, getting it good and wet and reconstituting old fuck juices. I marvel again about how young and trim he is after a pretty steady diet of daddies today. I briefly eat his hole, with him bent over the bed. He whimpers as I do it…but his dick goes down, so I am getting mixed signals. He is rock hard the moment my wet cock head pushes into him. He loves to feel used—his ass juts up in the air and he can’t see me fuck him. I want to open the door and let others use him, but I don’t. We flip so he’s on his back. His legs find my shoulders. We fuck—looking deep into each other’s eyes. “Daddy, will you do something for me.......?” And just what did I do for him? Follow the link to the main site: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/bathhouse-tales-freebie.html

Or how long you been on PrEP. Results are fairly worthless.

Indianapolis—November, 2019 Sometime in the course of my first meet with Marshall, (here if you missed it) we talked about lube. We both agreed that our preference was another man’s cum. By the time I had shot deep into his talented manhole, we were talking about a meet at one of the bathhouses to get him lubed up for me. Later that night, when I texted him my thanks for the first fuck, we mentioned it again…and set it up for early in the next week. We both wanted it. A lot. We decided on the Works as we wanted the public sling. I got there first, knowing he had an appointment before our meet time. The whole place felt busy. The parking lot was crowded. I paid, stripped and thought I would take a steam. And check out the men. I go in. A cycle of steam has just stopped. Naked, I move cautiously through the misty blackness and turn the corner. Five men are having sex. One man is on his knees sucking a seated man who I can’t see with the clouds of mist. Another man is bent over and sucking a cock while getting pounded by a third. I sit near the trio. The man in his mouth shoots. The pig swallows and moves over to my lengthening cock. I catch the eye of the man pounding him, a graying African-American, who seems to be throwing him a great fuck. The fucker groans—did he get off?—I can’t tell. He pulls out and leaves. I want to taste the middle guy’s hole, but he stops sucking me and follows the man out. Instead, I get some head from some new comers. I return the favor. The steam starts up. Halfway through the cycle I feel like I am overheating. I step out, covered in sweat. The cold air is a shock. I move to the sauna to dry off. The same bottom is now sucking on the African American. The top smiles at me and I sit near him. He finally pats his sucker’s head and says he needs to take a break. He wraps his towel around himself before I can see his dick. I tell him I have a friend coming in about 20 minutes with a terrific ass and that I would love to tag team with him. He nods and sort of shrugs. He grins as my erect cock drools with the thought of it. * Marshall seems to be running late. When he isn’t in evidence right at 2:00pm I go to my locker and check my phone. Being a considerate pig, I have a text saying he’s going to be 20 minutes late. I don’t mind for I’m having fun—getting head from all sorts of men and occasionally sucking some dick myself. I have turned down one offer of ass as I want Marshall’s to be the first of my day. I go back upstairs and do a little more. But now he’s later than his text. I am concerned—not that he won’t show, but that the crowd of men is thinning. It seems like a very 12 to 3 kind of group. I check my phone again and his room number pops up. I go upstairs and find the room. It’s right on the corner—everyone has to pass it to get downstairs. Perfect. We greet each other and the next words out of my mouth are “On all fours.” He rolls and presents his ass for my inspection. I spread his cheeks, lean in and spit on the hole. Marshall does a quick intake of breath from the sound and the gob landing on his pucker. I kneel and tongue it deep into his pliant hole. We already have the first onlooker watching from the open doorway. I make a show of reaching up and pulling the cheeks apart again. My tongue goes deeper and Marshall moans and grinds his ass back against my face. I stand up and slap my wet cock against his hole. I turn to the older man in the doorway. His towel is tented. I recognize him as the man who was the middle of the spit roast in the steam. I am guessing he will not be fucking. But you never know. I push the head of my dick into Marshall. He grunts and murmurs “Fuck me…” My entire length slides into him. I hold. And fuck. Noisily. I look back at the door. The guy is stroking now, his dick sticking out of his towel. I turn my attention back to Marshall. My hands begin massaging his back as I fuck. He groans and takes a hit of poppers. I turn back to the guy in the door. He’s removed his towel to stroke. When he sees me looking, he turns and shows me his ass. I smile and turn my attention back to Marshall, who is now tightening down his hole on every other stroke. I hear the guy take off. Others watch. I invite a handsome Latin wrapped in a towel to take a turn. He begs off with “I just shot my load, dammit.” But enjoys watching the fuck. So I pull out so he can see my full length and tap Marshall on the shoulder to taste his ass juices. He gobbles me down—moaning and slurping away. A couple of other men stop and watch, but everyone seems to be on their way out the door. I glance at the clock. It’s three. “Let’s go see where the others are,” I tell him. We fuck a little in the steam room, but don’t linger as the one man in there seems to not care about anything, much less the sex happening next to him. We go to the big dark porn room with the padded floor. It’s empty. I sit on the wall that runs parallel with the screen and tell Marshall to get me hard again. He slides off the bench beside me and crawls between my legs. Just the sight of his ass in the air makes me plump up. Instead of sucking my cock, he lifts my balls and begins licking under them—between my cock ring and ball sack as I showed him the last time we met. The door opens. A younger man comes in. He’s Latin. There is some extra weight on him, but he has a killer smile. And he flashes it at me as he watches Marshall move from my balls to licking my dick. He opens his towel and begins to stroke a sizable, uncut cock. “Go suck him,” I whisper to Marshall. He crawls to the new man. They guy sighs heavily, so I know Marshall is doing it right. I go to the floor and lick Marshall’s ass. It’s an awkward angle, so I’m not there long. I straighten up and sink my cock into Marshall’s moist hole. He groans around the dick in his mouth. “That’s so hot,” says the guy in Marshall’s mouth. “Fuck him good.” I build to a blistering fuck speed, slapping Marshall’s ass as I do it. “You want to use his hole?” “I don’t fuck much. I love a good mouth.” “He’s got one, hasn’t he?” I grin. “Great.” I stop fucking and pull all the way out. The guy sees I’m fucking him bare. His eyes brighten. Watching my every move, the guy swallows hard as I spit on my cock and shove it back in. “Sure you don’t want some?” I ask. “Let me get a condom…” “Oh, man. No. I want to fuck in your load.” That does it. He stands up. I pull out of Marshall and watch the guy kneel. He positions himself at Marshall’s puffy hole. I lean over and spit on his cock. He shivers. And plunges in. “Fuck!” he groans. “His ass is so hot!” He begins to fuck at jack rabbit speed. This isn’t going to take long. I watch his face. I watch the uncut cock splice Marshall in two. The door opens and the African-American man walks in. He stops in his tracks, watching us. He drops his towel to reveal a hot, hard seven + incher. He strokes it as he watches Marshall take it. In moments the Latino cums. Hard. And deep. He stays in place—I can tell Marshall is squeezing out every drop. When the guy finally totters to his feet, I lick his dick and make him shudder. He thanks me—and stays to watch the fun. I look at the older top. “This is the guy I told you about.” He nods. Eager. I stick my dick in Marshall. “Let me push this load deeper.” I do and fuck a few strokes. I pull out. “It’s all yours.” I move to Marshall’s mouth to have him taste the Latino’s load. The other top mounts him. Marshall is now full of two cocks. “This is what I like,” says the Top. “Love fucking in load…” I don’t think he will be long about it, either. He speeds up the fuck and calls Marshall a whore. A cum whore. A filthy cum fag... For the cum: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/churning-loads-in-marshall.html

Indianapolis—November, 2019 Soon enough, I was once again headed to a bathhouse. After the initial membership fee at either one, I could get a locker for what I normally pay for a visit to a bookstore. (Not to mention there are no bookstore/video/porn shops where you can play in this city.) I am not going to tell you which of the two bathhouses I was at this time, as you will soon understand… I am checking in. I hand over the money, my ID and my membership card. A young clerk is checking me in. And blatantly checking me out. The kid is good looking. At first glance I think he is in early twenties. With a second look—maybe a little more. He is a dirty blond, short and thin, but has spent time at the gym. His t-shirt is tight. His white jeans are tighter. “Are you sure you want just a locker?” he asks. I tell him I do. He turns away to grab a key and shows me his ass. Fuck! The pants are tailored with a seam down the middle that emphasizes the fullness of each cheek. He turns back and pushes the towel and key toward me. When he gives me my change, his hand rests on mine for a moment. “Have fun,” he says. “But I can tell you will…” I go off to the lockers and undress. I sit in the sauna. I sit in the steam and get my cock sucked. I head back to my locker to add boots and jock. Once dressed, I need to piss. Standing at the urinal I hear someone approach. It’s the attendant who checked me in. “Show me your dick, Daddy.” I do. It still has some plumpness from the steam room head. He makes an approving sound in the back of his throat. “I get off in an hour,” he tells me. “I’ll get a room. I want some of that.” I play with others. It’s all relaxed fun—nothing that is close to getting me off, but all pleasant oral with a variety of guys. The clerk finds me ninety minutes later, oddly, back at the urinal. He whispers the room number to me. I give him time to get there, then find the room and knock lightly. He opens the door, now in nothing but tight white briefs. I toss my towel from my shoulder to the corner. I drop the water bottle on it and pull him into a kiss. He squirms in delight, and hardens as we grind together. He wriggles out of the embrace and drops to his knees. My cock springs out as he pulls the jock aside. He has to work to get it all into his mouth—but he does a fine job. He beats his own, uncut cock, with the waistband of his briefs tucked under his balls, while he sucks me. “Will you fuck my face?” Sure of my answer, he strips off the briefs, flops down on the bed and hangs his head over the edge. I let him lick my balls before I push my dripping head into his mouth. In this position, he is an expert. He takes me easily. Soon I am giving him my entire length. He takes me to the root again and again. He only occasionally touches himself, but his cock is always hard, standing straight up and dripping a tremendous stream of precum. With my cock still in him, I bend and take his dick into my mouth. I pull off him and lick up all the precum on his hairless belly. I hunker down and kiss him, while he still has his head over the side of the bed. It’s a wet kiss and turns us both on. “Do you fuck?” he asks. I nod. “How do you want me?” “Feet on the floor and bend over the bed.” He moves around. “I need to eat that ass,” I tell, not even trying to disguise the lust in my voice. He turns to look at me, “I don’t really like rimming, but I’ll let you do it.” I don’t give him time to reconsider. I dive in and lube up his tight hole with spit. And he is tight. For a guy who doesn’t like a rimjob, he is beginning to pant and moan, stuffing the pillow into his mouth. I don’t linger as long as I want. I stand up and slap my cock on his now sopping ass crack. “You want it raw?” “Fuck, yes. Fuck me with your raw daddy cock…” I push in. I hold the moment my head pops through. The clerk will have none of that. He pushes back and impales himself on my cock. “Use me,” he pants. “Fuck my hole. Give me your hot daddy cum.” So I fuck. Full steam ahead. I don’t worry about hurting him or letting him get used to my size. I plow into him again and again. I pull out and tell him to flip. I want to look into his face when I breed him. He rolls over. With me still standing on the floor, I put his legs to my shoulders and push back inside. “Give it to me,” he hisses.... To read the dripping conclusion: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/bathhouse-tales-dirty-blond.html

The next Fukdto is a New Year's Eve Warm Up on Sunday, Dec 29 from 4pm to 9pm I am driving in for it and will stay until the new year.

There are whole sites where it seems no man is less than 50....except for an occasional younger man who loves daddies. As to the other...well, thanks...

I was invited to make my first porn at 54. I think there is a graying market running in tandem with the youth market that would have been unthinkable 35 years ago. Allen Silver, who I've met and fucked, does tons of daddy porn...

Indianapolis—November, 2019 In the last post, I mentioned how surprising and pleasant it was that Marshall and I actually met up after talking online for some time. I think it was on my mind for I had also been jerked around by another guy. This other man and I had actually met at a Cum Union and we wanted to do more—including fisting. Here I was, now working in his area, so he was the first person I spoke to about having fun on my two days off. Everything seemed set—and then it wasn’t. He needed J-Lube. Then he needed new poppers. He left it that he would try to find both and get back with me to set the time. Well, you can guess the rest of that story… I ended up doing nothing that day as I waited for him. My second day off wasn’t going to go down that road. I just went to the bathhouse—one of two in Indy. I knew I would go to both during my stay, so I chose the Works first, where Cum Union is held. There is a sling, some glory holes and a couple of video/play areas besides the steam and sauna. It was the right choice. I am stripping at my locker. I don’t want a room—I want to do all my playing in public. I intend to put my boots back on and wear my Fukd jock to show off the goods. Why wear a towel? But I step into the steam room first. I open the door to cavernous blackness—not a single light is on inside it. A cycle of steam has just ended, adding to the heat and mystery. I can make out no one until I round the second corner of the U shaped room. I step into the middle of an oral orgy. I can’t even tell how many bodies are involved. Wet hands are all over. My dick is being sucked. A finger tries to get into my ass. Unseen men are rubbing my nipples. A man takes my hand and places in on his fat cock. I jerk it—without being able to see it—but I can tell it’s uncut. The man on my dick moves to another and the uncut guy pushes my shoulders down. I sink to my knees and take his beer can into my mouth. He sighs—a sigh that bounces off the wet tiles. With the last of the steam rising, I can now make out at least shapes around me. The men are all my age—and they are intent on getting each other off. It’s obvious I am new meat. I am suddenly ringed by hairy legs. Beer Can grabs my head and fucks my mouth. Then he guides me to the other waiting cocks. He decides how long I suck the long slender one, the short stubby nob and finally the regulation 5.5 incher. I am pushed back and forth getting each one as much service as he allows me to do. For one moment, the men think for themselves and I have suddenly have two wet cocks in my mouth and a third beating on my chin. That is the moment Beer Can erupts deep into the back of my mouth. His cum is bitter, but it’s a sweet moment. The thin cock waits for him to pull out before he gives me his load, too. I think it is the 5.5 who just jacks off all over me as I take the second load. Instantly I am left alone as the new cycle of steam starts. I get up shakily from my knees and sit on the wet bench. I can just make out one lone man sitting in the farthest corner. He slides over towards me as the steam envelops us. I can see nothing. But I can feel the same welcoming mouth taking me deep into his throat… * I have dried off in the sauna. The steam room has left me wanting more. I am now in jock and boots and go to the bigger porn area. It has three men in it. I let each suck my dick. The last, a tall, thin man around my age does the best job—and he asks if I will fuck him in the sling. I agree. It is just around a couple of corners on this floor. The man gets in and loves the way I eat his ass. He asks for a condom and I comply. I use lots of lube. I start in. “Fuck!” he groans. His eyes have been bigger than his ass. I get most my head inside him finally—and he shoots. I lick up his cum as he apologizes. I shrug and help him out of the sling. A Latino has been watching. He drags me to his room. Without words he hands me a condom as he bends over the bed. His hole is pre-lubed with a foul smelling lubricant, so I don’t eat his ass. I just cover up and plow into him. He takes me like a champ. He only stops me once he has shot his load all over the mattress. * More steam. More mutual oral. But always one on one. I get a couple of loads. Back up in the porn area, where the floor is padded, a sort of scruffy, sort of cute younger man sits jerking under his towel. I sit near him and knead my cock through my jock. He can’t take his eyes off it. I nod to him and he goes to the floor and crawls between my splayed legs. He sniffs the pouch. He runs his tongue around the edge of the pouch where it meets my skin. I am loving his approach—his savoring of it not just going for it. Soon he is tonguing the fabric, slurping and making the juices embedded in the once white fabric come back to life. Only then does he peel it off my cock and take me in his mouth. He groans and deep throats me on the first moment. Effortlessly and with no teeth scraping. I twist the nipples on his slim chest. He nods and speeds up his sucking. Finally he pulls off. “I so want you to fuck me.” “Sure. Sling?” “I can’t. I didn’t prep.” I shrug. “You’re doing just fine.” I tell him to do my balls. I don’t use the word lick—so I shouldn’t be surprised when he tries to suck both of them into his mouth. I instruct him, just as I did with Marshall, how to lick them, how to get his tongue between my cock ring and me. He does well. And he loves being on his knees servicing me. His cock is small, but rampant the entire time. He doesn’t jerk it, but it is dripping precum. I tell him to stand up—I want to taste the sweat of my balls on his tongue. He does and bends to me. It’s a good first kiss and I love my taste in his mouth. When he straightens up, I lick the head of his cock, swabbing up all the precum. “Kiss me again,” I say rather unintelligibly, trying to keep his juices on my tongue. He does. And melts. Now we can’t stop sucking each other and sharing the taste of our bodies. He licks my cock, my balls and a does a tentative swipe or six on my hole. Using his beard as well as his tongue to give me pleasure. I do the same to him: his faucet of a dick, his balls and his hairy jungle of a perineum. “Fuck my face,” he whispers. “Bukakke me.” I stand up. I fuck slow strokes into him as he kneels before me. Then I grab the sides of his head. He groans. I know I’ve made the right move. I increase the speed. I am truly fucking his throat. His cock is leaking like crazy. But I know I won’t cum like this. I finally pull out and bark “Lick my balls.” He does. I jerk. He goes, down to get back to my ass. I grab the top of his head.... Follow the link to the conclusion of this entry: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/bathhouse-tales.html

I play with a sub who owns one. They are great fun to slowly watch disappear into his truly talented ass.

I get this, too. Their fantasy is better than the reality.