FelchingPisser

I have been cleaning and organizing. I opened the picture files from the photo shoot I did with an acquaintance (who told me he had worked for Colt.) I was surprised at how many pictures I have never used on here. For the rest of the pics and the commentary, follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/photo-shoot-outtakes.html

I have traveled that far for a hook up--but it was always for men I knew, so it was a repeat.

My friend who hires escorts almost exclusively chooses men who have done porn. He uses their movies as "an audition." It has served him well.

Toronto—September, 2019 As it turned out, Brown_Spice decided not to go. I packed up my leather gear and arrived downtown in no time. It took me a moment to find parking, but I was able to walk up the stairs to the Club minutes after the 4:00 pm start time… I pull out my Frequent Fucker card for the attendant to stamp. It’s full. I surrender it and he gives me my fifteen dollars back. Always a good sign. He asks to stamp my hand instead. I give him my left. He stamps “Dirty” on it. I tell him I will do my best to live up to it. I go up a level to get into my leathers. The set up hasn’t changed too much in the time I’ve been away. There are two slings on the upper level where I’m stripping. On the other side, where there are three tiny booths, there is also one sling and a block to bend someone over which is right next to the door to the DJ booth. The plastic sheeting hangs from the ceiling, creating a maze on the floor below us—right at the main entrance door. There is a sling by the bar on that level—and another block or two for fucking. Once dressed in chaps and harness with yellow jock, I check my bag at the coat check. I can’t wait to explore the maze and see what additional equipment is hidden in there. I move through the plastic sheeting. I find a sling which is empty. Next to the stage is a big block for fucking. The Fuck Wall is set up on the stage—two gloryholes in which to lie back and expose just your ass for the crowd. No one is in there yet…but there are only about six of us in the club at this moment. I check the other side of the maze. A block by the stage, then an empty sling. Another block is occupied. A man of about my age reclines, wearing a jock and boots. He is jacking a sizeable cock. Our eyes connect. Instantly he raises his legs, exposing a muscle butt. I walk over. Without a word, I kneel and begin eating his ass. He groans out: “Eat that hole…” I tongue fuck him, hard and fast. He’s tight. My cock has stood up from the moment I tasted him. I stand and slap his balls in the pouch with my engorged dick. “Fuck, you’re even bigger than I thought,” he hisses before opening his poppers. I let him re-cap it before I push in. The poppers do their work—his tight hole opens and swallows me down. I hold for a millisecond before beginning the fuck. The man groans again and tells me to fuck him hard. I do. I fuck him until he can’t hold his legs up any longer. He flips, so his chest is on the block and feet on the floor. I surprise him by rimming him again. His ass has juiced itself nicely. I tell him so. He whimpers around his popper bottle. I stand up and fuck him. My cock is now coated with his ass jizz. I pull out and make him taste it. He does so, calling me a dirty top, but relishing the taste of his hole. I go back and fuck him some more. Finally, he begs me to stop or he’ll shoot. I pull out. He slides off the box, cleans my cock and then stands to kiss me. I get a mouthful of his ass cum. We share it…but I swallow. He thanks me—telling me it’s the only time he’ll be fucked all night—he intends to top from this point on. I grin…but damned if we don’t share hole a number times in the next three hours… * I go out of the maze. The crowd has exploded. There are now easily 40 men and the main door keeps opening. I walk up the stairs to the slings where I changed. A very clean cut man is fucking a hot bearded boy. The twenty-something beckons me over—he wants something in his mouth while he’s getting railed. I give it to him, enjoying the feel of his beard on my balls. He grunts his appreciation. The top man fucks harder. I think he might be shooting…and we are only 30 minutes or so into the party. He pulls out and moves away, but I see that his dick is covered in latex. I look at the kid, my eyebrow raised. “Fuck me raw. That was for him, not me.” I skip rimming him as I don’t want to taste latex. I just push in and give the young man his first of countless raw fucks of the night. * All the slings are now busy and there are crowds of men all around them, sucking cock or just bent over taking it. I go back to the maze. I watch a young man in the sling. He literally has a line waiting to get into him—the dream of so many bottoms. I don’t want to wait, so I move to the block next to the stage. A hot top is fucking a really handsome man bent over the block, while a smaller guy feeds his dick to the guy getting fucked. The top sizes me up—and is clearly running this scene. “Fuck my boy.” I am not clear which that is—until the man getting sucked pulls out and bends over, leaning on the back of the really handsome guy. I eat the man’s hole and plunge in. His ass is wet, hot and clingy. A hot fuck. The guy I’m plowing nods to the Hot Top, telling him I’m good. “You want to sample this ass?” He points to the really handsome man. I nod and we change. The boy cleans my dick as I pull out and the Top’s PA-ed one before it goes in him. I eat the butt of the handsome guy. He groans as my tongue soothes his thoroughly fucked hole. I stand and slide in. His ass is incredibly responsive. He clamps, he loosens, he works my dick with seeming ease as I fuck him. He is a man who knows how to make a cock give up its load. “Switch!” commands the Top. We change again. This time I clean the Top’s cock. He is surprised but pleased. The next time we switch the Top orders me to clean his cock. And then makes me beg for it. I go along with his little mind game…after all he’s sharing really great ass with me. We fuck until the Handsome Man needs to break. He gets up and I see his Fukd jock for the first time and realize he must be the host for tonight. * I take a brief break and go piss. The bathroom is crowded but with guys washing up—not for piss action. I go back to the maze. I find a younger man on the block where I first fucked the top. “I love daddy dick,” he tells me. He bends over, chest to block. I eat his hole. He’s been busy. He has at least one load oozing out of him. I lap it up and dig for more. I stand up and fuck. The first thing I see is the Daddy who was my first fuck. He watches us—his cock straining. I nod to the boy’s mouth—he takes the hint and gives the boy his dick. I kiss the Daddy, his tongue is everywhere in my mouth. He pulls out of the kiss and whispers “I see you ate my load out of him.” I smirk and nod and kiss him again. We change up on the kid, switching holes. The kid is not as good with his mouth, but it’s still hot. I kiss the Daddy again. And he shoots. The kid groans around my dick and clamps down on the dick unloading in his hole. The daddy is writhing with his second cum. When he pulls out—I am there to clean him up. We kiss again—and he thanks me for making it a perfect Fukd for him. I turn to the kid. A hunky, 30-ish Black guy in a blue harness is eating the load out of the kid. He stands up and slides into him. He grins at me. We exchange a cummy kiss, too. And go about truly wrecking this kid’s hole. The new guy’s cock is the exact same length and girth as mine. We are the perfect matched set in black and white. We fuck the kid bent over. We fuck the kid with his legs in the air—the other one holding them back for the fucker of the moment. Then the kid rides us with us flat on the box, our cocks jutting into the air. When he is riding me for the second time, the kid is pushed forward so we are chest to chest. And the black cock slides in along mine. For just a second…but long enough for the kid to realize he is being DP-ed…and to shoot a load on my chest without ever getting hard. The kid pleads to stop. He dismounts, barely able to walk. My new fuck bud leans over and licks up the jizz on my chest—snowballing it to me in hot, sweet kisses. * I am playing on the edge of the stage. Two guys are taking turns sucking me. I am watching the fuck wall—no one has used it yet. “Do you fuck with this?” the hairier of the two on my dick asks. “Of course.” I nod towards the wall. “Feel like showing off?” “Yeah!” I help him slide on the plank so his upper body is hidden by the wall. I get his legs up into the stirrups. His hairy ass is now on display. I kneel and rim him. I hear poppers open. I eat him out and then give him a brisk fuck. We attract a crowd. Another top leads the Host to the other hole and installs him. I keep fucking my Cub as the Host is plowed by this older top. Hard cocks are all around, beating off as they watch us fuck. “You want someone else’s dick?” I ask. “Fuck, yeah....” FOR THE REST OF MY TIME AT FUKD, THINK, BUT COPY THE LINK TO THE BLOG: [think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/being-dirty-at-fukd.html

Toronto—September, 2019 The next morning I crossed the bridge into Canada. I saw four really good productions at the festival with no real thought of having sex on those days. (Though I did see a fellow audience member with whom I had had a hot WS scene with years ago. He did not show any signs of recognition at all.) By the end of the week, I went on to Toronto, beating the traffic by getting into town before rush hour. My host, as he’d been for my last few visits, was Ashok, who greeted me warmly as I got out of my car in front of his apartment. We chatted. I settled in. I napped after he went to work. The main event on my calendar was Fukdto on Sunday. I had made only one other potential meet. That one didn’t happen. He bowed out gracefully when he learned he needed to go the clinic as he’d been exposed to chlamydia. I thought about going to the bathhouse instead, but it felt like it would be too similar to Fukdto…so I stayed home. On Sunday morning, clad in only my hooded, grey bathrobe, I caught up with Ashok (or as he chose to be called on here, Brown_Spice). He made tea—a hearty black tea laced with strong spices. As we sipped, he told me about his latest conquest. His cock erected in the telling. Of course, I took him it in my mouth—swallowing him deep into my throat. Then I leaned back and he did the same for me. I let him suck me as far down as he could go. I encouraged him to not forget my balls. He remembered my sweet spot—working his tongue between my balls and my black metal cockring. My cock began to really drip. This seemed to make him try harder to deep throat me to the root. “I need to eat your ass....” FOr the rest of this entry--and pictures--follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/brownspice.html

Upstate New York—September, 2019 After finding really no one at the bookstore, I drove to Rochester through blinding rain. It was coming down so hard I would have pulled off on the shoulder—if there had been one. The worst of the storm hit right as I entered a construction zone where there was just a single lane of traffic and nowhere else to go. I finally made it to my hotel and checked in. And I was horned. I knew Rochester had a bathhouse—one which I’d never visited. I also knew it was a Monday night. I vacillated. I decided with my dick. Surely there would be a couple of people there to play with… It is a small building, right downtown. I go in and the cute attendant happily checks me in. I shuck my clothes in a locker and meander. There seems to be one man watching Entertainment Tonight in the lounge. He barely glances at me. I find a porn room, so I sit and watch. I wander some more. Lots of little rooms. All closed up. Eventually, I find a stairway. More rooms up here. But also a playspace. Glory holes. Porn. A sling. I sit and view the porn. An older gentleman, wrapped in a towel, finds me. Stroking. He gives me some excellent head. He says he would like to get fucked in the sling. He drops his towel. I am willing to over look his pink lace panties for a fuck. I help him into the sling. I mention clean out. He assures me he has…and at that moment all the excess water he left inside himself flows out and across his towel. He is mortified and, not surprisingly, I never see him again. I wait thirty minutes. A man who looks like a truck driver appears. He sits next to me and strokes to the porn along with me. “That’s quite a cock,” he says. “Can I suck it........?” For the rest of the post copy and paste this link: [think before following links] [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-not-very-funny-comedy-of-errors.html

Upstate New York—September, 2019 I had to go on a brief business trip at the end of my longer than usual busy summer. I needed to go to upstate New York. I had worked there for a few weeks five years ago. I remembered an incredibly hot adult movie theatre scene I experienced during my previous time there. I really wanted to go back and see if I could get into trouble like that again. I did the business side of things and went off to this once grand cinema. There were two screens there, both showing straight porn. A wall down the middle cut the old theatre in half. The attendant who sold me the ticket was still bored and rather surly. Five years ago, when I entered the auditorium, there were likely a dozen men milling around, barely watching the movie. This year, there was one man standing at the back and one seated. The standing guy left the moment I entered. I went down the aisle, in the dim light, past the seated man. I watched the rather old, condomed porn, stroking half heartedly. Finally the older man, the one who’d been seated, found me. He leaned over, grabbed the base of my erect cock in a death grip and bent to get the head in his mouth. I yelped. It hurt. A lot. He looked surprised. I asked him to let go of the base if he was going to suck it. He licked it twice and flounced out of the cinema. I sat, all alone, for maybe 30 minutes. No one was around. On either side it seemed. I got up and drove to my hotel in pouring rain. * But—since I have so many new readers, I encourage you to read the original piece from 2014. You will understand was I so eager to go back. Click here for Fuck the Competition: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2014/03/fuck-competition.html

Grand Rapids—September, 2019 I was so ready. I couldn’t wait to have some group play with the like minded men who gather to the north of me. I know I have to make it a slightly shorter event, as I need to leave on a business trip in the morning. This time I was requested to bring my rimseat as the host had a sling already in place. I arrived in good time to get it set up. The leather covered bed is still the focal point of the play space. The rimseat went over to the side. The new (to me) sling hung from the rafters where I used to set up mine. I went downstairs and socialized with a few other men who got there before the appointed hour. A nine o’clock I began to unbutton my shirt… Four of us go upstairs at the top of the evening. I stand to the side of the bed. A bearish newbie kneels and begins to get me hard. He proves to be a bit toothy, a slight surprise, as he turns out to be an oral-only guy. My eyes are riveted on a new top who has grabbed a leatherish bottom in a blue jock and is tongue fucking, really pushing his handsome face deep into the spread cheeks of the bottom. I push my cocksucker down to my balls at the same moment the top goes from rimming to fucking. Now I can really see the new top. He has lots of blond hair on a pumped up chest—but one that looks like it is from hard work not the gym. He has a long, thin cock that is spearing into the wet ass in front of him. When he finally pulls it out, I see that he has a good seven + inches. He also wears a set of dog tags. They are real. They bounce and clank as he fucks. He pulls out. I pull away from my sucker and kneel to clean his dick. He is sort of surprised, but pleased. There are now eleven of us in the room. Everyone is having sex somehow. Lots of oral this early in the proceedings, but two other men join the bottom on the bed. Dog Tags moves to a new hole—and I want to fuck the hole Dog Tags was just in. The only other all top man here tonight, goes up the third guy. We spend the next 15 minutes fucking the ass in front of us and then rotating to the next one, so all three bottoms get a chance to feel all three of us inside their increasingly wet holes. I grab my last ass—a great versatile guy I haven’t seen in almost a year. We hug and I suggest he sit on the rimseat. I crawl under and he plops down on it—the seat nicely spreading his hole—that has already had three cocks in it. My lips and tongue devour him as he strokes. I can tell the Oral Only guy is on my dick. My lying down seems to be a better angle for him—or his skills have improved. I hear the man above me open his poppers. His butt hole flowers totally open. I lick and suck his ass lips and pant whenever his ass lube drips onto my tongue. He sighs and takes another hit… * I finish a fuck—once again opposite Dog Tags. My man has rolled away, pleading for a break. I watch the other top still plowing into our host. I move around behind him. I am hoping to lick his ass on the back stroke. My tongue connects. He loves it. He calls me a “Dirty fucker” and grinds his hairy ass in my face. And keeps fucking until the bottom pulls away and spins to clean the dick that was plowing him. Now it’s just us. Dog Tags tells me to stay on the floor, but lean against the bed. I do, so my head is on slight angle, resting on the top of the mattress. He turns and steps astride me and lowers his ass to my face. He grinds and is quite vocal in calling me more names. Even more so after someone hands him a bottle of poppers. He suddenly stands up. “Now you have to fuck me.” Huh? I can’t believe my good fortune. I had no idea he is versatile—he’s been plowing every available ass all evening. We go to the sling. It takes me a moment to get into him—but eventually all my saliva and some coconut oil helps me slide in. I give him a pounding to remember me by… * A regular wants a turn under the rimseat eating my hole. I’ve been busy. I have been in every man who takes dick in his ass. I can use a break. And the view is great. A big dicked, grey haired vers guy is plowing the man whose hole I ate on the rimseat earlier. They are right next to us. I have a great view to watch and stroke to as my ass is at first tentatively licked and is soon being expertly tongue fucked. I watch the fuck. I take a hit of poppers. The big dick pulls out of him. “Here,” I tell him. “Let me clean it.” I do just that, savoring the ass juices (and I think someone’s load) on his dick. All while my hole is being pleasured. My cleaning reinvigorates the top—and he goes right back into the hole he left. He fucks it hard—then brings his cock back to me for more service. “I want some of that,” says Dog Tags. He takes over fucking. He plows my friend, then pulls out and presents me with his cock. “Taste his ass,” he grunts. “Clean my damn dick. Every drop.” I do my best. He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back into the turned up ass. “Fuck,” he grunts. He gives him a few strokes and then it’s back to me. “Open your mouth, fucker.....” FOR THE REST OF THIS ENTRY: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/the-man-with-dog-tags-at-orgy.html

I prefer the play space of Fukd. With just about everything happening in full view, it creates a fantastic sexual energy. CU is fun...but the the three areas for group play are in very different parts of the bathhouse. If you want private rooms to fuck in, go to CU.

Near Home—September, 2019 The last trip to the bookstore had been fun and varied. I had met new men, likely for I had gone on a different day and time. I repeated it again the next week. Some fun. Some odd… My legs are splayed widely apart. A man who called me by name, but who looks only vaguely familiar, is kneeling on the hard floor and sucking my cock as if it were the only one in the room. It’s not. Five men are jerking to what we are doing. My sucker shows off for them—rubbing it in that he is on ‘the big one’ and taking it to the root with ease. He comes up for air with a big satisfied smile on his face. He stands. His own cock is wet and dripping from having mine deep in his throat. I lean forward and suck him a little. He sighs—but pulls back, whispering “I’ll shoot.” He tucks himself away, nods at me to follow and exits. I hear him go into the gay cinema. I stand, try to fit my dick into the once white jock, and button up. I attempt to follow him, but I am stopped in the hallway by a door of a preview booth swinging open and almost hitting me. I look inside. There, with his pants around his ankles, is the Black kid from last week with the same Army tee on. He gestures me to come in and shut the door. I do both. Last week I was allowed to only lick his balls—and to lick up his spent load off his thigh. I want to see it I can expand things this week. I hunker down and push my tongue into his hairy ball sack. He groans and stops stroking his dick. I begin moving my tongue all over his balls. I work down, away from his dick and towards his perineum. The kid gives his cock a couple of strokes, sighs again and closes his eyes. I work up, back over his now wet balls and slowly up the base of his thick ebony shaft. He doesn’t move. I keep moving up. Suddenly my tongue is on his wet cock head. I oval my lips and take him into my mouth. Not for long. But enough. He groans. He opens his eyes. He realizes what he is letting me do. He stands up—which pulls his dick out of my mouth. He grabs it and jerks. He is obviously going to shoot. I cup my hands below and am rewarded with a massive blast of jizz. He stares at me, waiting. I don’t disappoint. I bend and lick up all of it on my left hand. Then I stand up and spread the rest of his cum on my dick. He grins and gives me a thumbs up… * I can’t find my former cock sucker. He must have gotten busy when I got sidetracked. But I do find the Guy with the PA from a few weeks ago. He nods at me and goes into a preview booth at the other end from where I was with the kid. He is stocky but no stranger to the gym. I lock the door and that is his cue to strip totally naked but for athletic socks. “Suck me,” he blurts out. I go to my knees and service his cock, carefully folding the piercing back against the cock head with my tongue. “Nice,” he hisses after a bit. “Let me do you.” We change up. He’s good, but rather abrupt about it all. I wonder if he can taste the jizz I smeared all over my cock. “We should be 69ing,” he decides. “Lie on the bench.” I do. He gets a knee past my head and his PA swings down and hits my nose. His massive bulk is only slightly crushing me—but we each want the other’s cock in our mouth so we make it work. “I can’t hold it.” He pulls his cock out of my mouth, gives it two strokes and sticks it back in. He gives me a load big enough to choke me. It’s like a piss load—it just keeps filling my mouth as I swallow faster and faster and faster.... FOR THE REST OF THE POST: http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/a-busy-bookstore-army-cum-exhibitionist.html

Of course. It would make it so much simpler if you were following guidelines to prepare for a meet with a top who had just outlined them for you a couple of weeks beforehand. Talents are what get guys to come back. Prepare, explore, be ready! (And you know the Kegel exercise to tighten your ass is the same exercise that controls piss flow!)

Tasting your own is exactly about being prepared. And I would want you to be. Just like I have had men who couldn't deepthroat me, do oral sex with a dildo so they were good enough to take me to the root. Or for a man to get used to an object in his ass. As to quantity, a good piss top knows how start and stop the flow.

Yes, to the above....and many men use cheaper motels along I-696, in Warren and Ferndale. Check the current ads on BBRT for the Detroit area.

... The first photo shoot I did for a local photographer, who told me he had done some work with Colt, was posted on here in 2012. I called it On The Tracks. There were seven posts. It was a whole afternoon of fucking and piss play outdoors near a set of train tracks. We even had to stop at one point and hide from a train going by… Here is a sample longtime readers have seen. For the photos from that shoot I just found: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/on-tracks.html

Near Home—September, 2019 Work had eased, though my nights were still busy and my house still full of co-workers. The next time I could sneak away, I was back to the bookstore in the middle of the week. It was an afternoon so there was a different crowd. And each encounter was slightly different than usual. Just what my cock craved… I am in the straight cinema. It was bright enough outside in the parking lot to make the room feel really dark as I come through the door. It doesn’t look to be very full. I find my way to the couch and sit. My eyes adjust pretty fast. There are a few men down front (which means they don’t want to see any of the gay stuff happen.) There is a man next to me. He’s middle aged, carrying a few extra pounds, but looks kind hot groping a mound in his jeans. As I watch he pulls up his shirt, yoking it over his neck. He has a pale pink camisole on under the tee. He opens his fly and I can see pink panties. I sigh. Cross dressers are not high on my list. But he seems to like to show off. He gets his cock out and beats it openly. I join him, as the movie is good. He doesn’t have much dick—it just sticks out enough for him to manhandle it. He occasionally looks at my cock, but he doesn’t seem to want it. He is lost in the double anal happening on the big screen television. I am about to go see who is next door, when my seat companion suddenly stands up to blow his load. I slide off the couch and surprise him by taking his cock in my mouth just as the first cum shot explodes from it. I get three big spurts and a dribble. He stands rather dumbfounded, rigid and not moving. Eventually he thanks me and covers up his secret undies before he leaves. Taking the load of a man I barely find attractive seems to make my cock really hard. I sit back down. I linger for a moment, for the cum shots are happening on the screen now. All wasted on her open mouth and tits. The door opens. A young man comes in. African-American, not yet 30, and in good shape. His olive drab tee has ARMY on it in block letters. He sits where the man just left. He unzips and takes out a slightly swollen cock. As the new scene on screen gets underway, it grows to be a good 7+ inches. He is looking at my bigger dick a lot. I wait to see if he will reach for it. I can see him decide, then hesitate—and then he does, his fingers just grazing my shaft. I nod. And he closes his hand around it, barely stroking it. I reach for his. It’s very warm to the touch. But soon it is in my left hand. We stroke each other for bit. Sometimes doing it in tandem, sometimes one or the other. I want him in my mouth. Finally, I lean over to take him. He pulls away. I go back to stroking it. He pulls his tee up and plays with his nipples. His hand cups my head and brings it to his chest to lick there. I suck and nip at the nipple closest to me. His hand has replaced mine on his cock. I work on getting the wiry hair around the nip very wet. He sighs. “Let me lick your balls,” I whisper. “Perfectly safe.” He nods. I go to the floor. He opens his jeans and pulls them down to his knees. He’s free balling, which for some reason surprises me. A warm day’s worth of sweat makes his nuts just slightly ripe. They are big and swollen. The more I lick, the more he jacks. I go from orb to orb. I go a little below them, but not all the way to his hole. I love how the wet balls cover my face as I lick his perineum. I take one and then the other fully into my mouth. He isn’t as crazy about that. He lets me—but only begins jerking again as I go back to licking the rough sac and leaving them slimy with my spit. His breathing changes. His hand moves faster. I burrow in between his balls. They are moving with the rhythm of his hand. They contract—and fire a load all over his ebony thigh. Without thinking, I lick up the load. And he seems pleased. He even takes the last drop off his dick with his index finger and feeds it to me. He pats my head and is gone, doing up his pants as he opens the door. * I stroke awhile. Reliving what I just did. Then I go check out the gay side. Two people are inside. A cute young white guy in his 20’s—an otter if his beard and the hair coming out of the neck of his white A-shirt is anything to go by—and his petite Asian girlfriend. I sit. She looks at me and then to the young man. It is then I see he has a light blue sleep mask covering his eyes. I stand up and go closer. There is masking tape on the mask. On that is scrawled “I want to suck cock.” I unbutton and my fully hard dick flops out. “Is this what he wants?” I ask the girl. She nods.... For the rest of this post: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/what-you-cant-see.html

This question was posed in 2012. PrEP has changed everything. I have been asked once in the last four years for a condom.

West Michigan—September, 2019 It was September. The heavy work load of my summer was winding down. I really craved a long, connected sex session. Where else would I go but to see Derrick and Jacob? We talked in the study, catching up (it had been three months!) as the slide show of leather men doing incredibly kinky things to each other flashed by on the large flat screen. Jacob had just returned from Inferno, a BDSM event. He told me his hole had gotten well used. I demanded he show me. So much for chit chat… We are now stripped. Jacob is in leather chaps and harness. I am in boots and one of the jocks a reader sent me to get filthy. Derrick is in some leather shorts that are stripped off as he becomes hard. Jacob shows me his ass. The hole is indeed puffy from use. I massage it with my tongue to make it feel better. I sit back on the couch. Derrick tosses an oversized pillow at my feet. He kneels and begins showing off the skill he’s been practicing—deep throating long and thick cock. Jacob strokes his PA-ed dick as he watches. “Get up here and let me eat your ass again.” Jacob carefully stands astride my thighs, his hot and hairy ass in front of me. He grinds it against my face. My tongue finds his puffy hole. I burrow in as Derrick slobbers over my cock. Jacob moans, fucking himself on my tongue. Then he turns around and begins fucking my face. My tongue knows to fold that PA against his cock head. He fucks into me without mercy. This boy is horned from his weekend of service. “I have to fuck ass,” he says. Derrick gets up and pulls the thin bench into place. He gets on it. With just some spit, Jacob is up his partner. I move around and feed Derrick my cock. “You need two dicks in you.” I match Jacob’s rhythm, so we thrust into him at the same time. This makes Derrick groan around my dick. I pump into him a few more times, pull out my spit-slicked dick and move around behind Jacob. He fucks back on me and I slide into his ass. “Fuck!” I let Jacob set the speed. He plows into his partner, pulling me out and then spears himself on the backstroke. He picks up the tempo. I really think that he might shoot, he is so turned on. I pull out. Jacob pulls out of Derrick—and I push in to the freshly fucked ass. Derrick grunts and tells me to fuck him harder. Jacob pushes into his open mouth to have Derrick clean his cock. I fuck Derrick until he needs to give his knees a rest. I lie down on the bench. Jacob rides me briefly…but we all went to get downstairs to the playroom. * The rimseat is set up, waiting for us. Derrick gets under. I sit on the seat. Derrick licks all around my hole before poking his tongue into me. Jacob feeds me his cock. He’s removed the PA on the way down the stairs. He fucks my mouth for a moment. But he wants something silkier to fuck. He gets between Derrick’s legs and lifts them to his shoulders. Derrick’s tongue works faster on my pucker as his own hole is fucked wide open. Jacob is panting. This time he is going to blow his load. Derrick groans as his tongue fucks me. “Yes!” Jacob is shooting. Over and over. I watch his body shudder with each blast that goes deep into his partner’s ass. “I need to eat that,” I tell them, standing up. We flip—I go under the seat and Derrick sits down. A drip of semen falls on my tongue almost instantly. Jacob is pacing, but watching me eat his load out. I groan as a big dollop of cum plops into my mouth. Derrick is barely pushing. With the sheer volume of ejaculate, I guess the boy has been having assgasms at Inferno all weekend—and this may well be his first ‘regular’ orgasm in days. I revel in it being fed to me second hand. “I need to fuck in what’s left.” FOR THE REST OF THE POST (and pics): https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/10/blog-post.html

Near Home—August, 2019 Work went back to its usual hectic summer pace. I could never again arrange my schedule to get away for a Sunday afternoon session as I did in the last post. The next Friday night, my usual, brought a dismal time. I did get a little head and gave some in return, but every time I started something, a young, gorgeous Black man would find us, strip down and jerk himself. He showed off his glorious ass, his large-ish cock—and would not let anyone touch him. But everyone stopped whatever they were doing and tried. He ate up the attention and he was delighted that my cock sucker would rather just stroke himself, looking at him than suck my cock. He shot two large loads to feed the linoleum… The last Friday of the month was worse. I got one great load down my throat from a guy in the shadows who I really have no idea what he looked like. But then it got bad. A man asked me to fuck him. I was terrifically boned after the load in my stomach. The fuck went bad very fast. Either there was no clean out or his attempt went to hell very easily. After I cleaned up, a second man asked for a fuck. His hole was worse. I could smell it the moment my cock went in him. Once again I wrapped up my cock and trooped off to the bathroom. The final straw was a blowjob from a guy kneeling behind the door. It started well, but then began feeling odd. I pulled out, pulled him to his feet and thanked him—and noticed that one of his front teeth was missing. And the remaining tooth had begun scraping me. He never broke the skin—but it gave me a blood blister under the skin of my dick for the next 24 hours. But the Friday between those two is really worth reporting. I haven’t written about this young man extensively, since we do the same thing every time we meet. He’s young (late 20’s), and a very light skinned Latino, who is naturally fit—tall and thin. We have played almost a dozen times. He will find me and pull me into one of the preview booths (where we are not supposed to be) so he can lock the door. He loves daddies. He loves daddy dick. He really loves big daddy dick. He gives excellent head. He loves his ass to be eaten. But he won’t get fucked without a condom. I have stopped bringing Magnums to the bookstore. He never has one, either. One time I tried to squeeze into a regular rubber and he saw that it was impossible. Usually when we meet up, after locking the door, he gets naked and gives me head for a very long time. Then I eat his ass as he strokes one off—or saves himself for later. Fun but rather maddening. But on this day… I am in the gay cinema, jerking. So are two other men. They don’t want help—they just want to have witnesses to their masturbation. The movie is good, so I’m fine. The door opens. It is the Latino boy. He sees me and his eyes light up. He grabs my hand and tries to pull me up to go to the booths. I resist. Instead, I pull him down onto the seat next to me. He looks around the room at the other two men—then back to me. I nod. I expect him to get up and go. Instead he sinks to his knees and moves between my legs. His hand grabs my hand, holding on tightly—and his mouth finds my cock. “Good boy,” I whisper. “Let them watch—it’s okay.” He goes from tentative to his usual prowess with my large cock. “Don’t forget my balls, boy.” He swiftly goes down to nuzzle and lick them. He knows not to try to get both of them into his mouth at once. One of the strokers stands up to get a better view. I’ve seen the stroker often—he’s mid 30’s, shaved head and pretty hot young daddy type body. He never lets anyone touch him. I gesture for him to come closer so he can really see. He hesitates, but does. His hand is moving faster. “Let the boy lick your balls like he’s doing mine.” The kid comes off my balls and looks at me. Did I mean that? I nod. He moves slightly so he can service the man. And the guy lets him lick. I am amazed—but pleased. It lasts for only seconds. The guy strokes off a big load—and aims it right into the boy’s mouth. He takes it—hungrily. “Don’t swallow all of it.” With the Young Dad still watching, I kiss the boy. We snowball the load back and forth. I let him swallow it eventually. Back he goes to my dick. His fingers intertwine with mine. He holds on for dear life. And gives me expert head for one so young. The door opens. A man just slightly younger than I comes in, stops and gets out his dick with the sight of the young man between my legs. His dick is sizable and has a medium gauge PA in it. He strokes. Soon the new cock is in my mouth as the boy continues on me. I pull of, making a show of licking the piss slit and the shiny metal. “Taste him” I tell the kid. He hesitates, but again does what I ask. He sucks the man—and I lean down and lick the new man’s balls. After a moment, the kid goes back to mine and I get the PA-ed cock back in my mouth. “Fuck, I’m gonna shoot.” The dick erupts and I have no choice but to swallow the load—it’s huge. It just keeps pouring out of him. I concentrate on the boy again as the guy pulls up his pants and goes out the door. One hand is still intertwined with his—my other hand is reaching down and idly playing around his hole. Each time my middle finger dips into him, he groans around my cock. “You want to get fucked?” He nods.... FOR THE REST OF THE POST: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/09/testing-his-limits.html

Near Home—August, 2019 The idea that the bookstore was my only source of fun for the summer was beginning to wear on me. But it really did seem the only answer. I couldn’t host with my house full of fellow employees. A drive to my friends and fuck buds who live in the area would use up too much time in driving so play would be short. This year, I had no one come to town to see me and help out with the gallons of semen churning, unused, in my balls. So I went to the bookstore. The first trip in August was so bad I don’t need to record anything much about it, other than to say I did nothing but watch a movie and stroke. Every man there felt it was hotter to watch an older, over tanned and truly ugly woman give head to her equally ugly husband in the straight theatre. After that, I resolved I needed to not go on the same day and the same time. By the next week, I changed some scheduling at work and got away for a Sunday afternoon instead. It made all the difference in the world. It didn’t hurt that the right men were there—and they were men who understood group play… When I arrive, not a soul is in the straight theatre. I sigh and walk over to the gay side. Two men, just a couple of years younger than me are taking turns sucking each other. They don’t stop when I enter. The one getting sucked waves me over to join them. I unbutton and stick my semihard into the mouth of the man currently getting blown. Soon I have both men on me. The guy sucking the sitting man gets a turn on my dick and the other goes from my cock to my balls. I let that go on for quite a long time. Soon enough, I am on my knees, taking turns on their two cocks. “You have to fuck me with that thing.” It’s the guy who blew me first, eager for it up his ass. He strips off his faded jeans and Andrew Christian underwear. He kneels on the chair and presents me with his ass. I’ve seen him get fucked before, but have never been in his ass. And I’m sure that he is a condom guy. The third man moves around to feed the potential fuckee his cock. I begin to eat out the hole presented to me. It’s a hot August day and there is plenty of sweat mixed with residual Irish Spring. My tongue has him moaning around the cock in his mouth. I dig deep and am so ready to fuck. I stand up and slap my cock against his hole. “I don’t have a Magnum,” I say. “Just fuck me,” he groans, taking the cock out of his mouth. “Fuck him raw,” says the other guy, who shoves himself back into the waiting mouth. I now think they may be partners from the practiced way they have shared my dick. I spit on my cock and go in slowly. I bottom out easily. He’s slick and warm. I hold for a second as a new man walks in. He’s gym built and 25 years younger than any of us fucking. He whips out a stubby dick and strokes it as I begin to fuck. “That is so hot,” says the man in his mouth. The guy I’m fucking is stroking himself and trying to keep sucking the dick in front of him, but he keeps stopping to tell me how good it feels. Soon the built guy moves behind the guy getting his cock sucked and begins working his nipples through the worn t-shirt he’s wearing. The man groans and explodes into the fuckee’s mouth. This causes the man I’ve fucking to shoot as well. He clamps down hard on my cock as his cum spatters onto the seat of the chair. We all disengage. They dress and I start to put my cock away. “Don’t do that,” says the built guy. He kneels and takes my dick, fresh from the guy’s ass and sucks it. “This is going up my ass.” The first couple thanks me and leaves. The built guy pulls off my dick and whips out his phone. “Can I? No face.” I nod. He takes a picture of my wet dick. “Let me send this to my bud. He’s in the arcade.” He does—adding a quick message. Then he’s back to giving me some really good head. I can’t wait to eat out his gym built ass. The door opens. A big, beefy man walks in wearing a Cubs tee. “I need to see this in person,” he says, with a wave at my cock in his friend’s mouth. He kneels next to his bud. My dick is soon passed back and forth. The beefy guy is not as good with his mouth, but I love how he thinks. He says “Don’t you want this cock up your ass? I sure do.” They agree and strip out of shorts and tees. We use a different chair. Gym Built goes ass up first. I eat his hole. His cheeks are like iron—solid mounds of flesh I have to work to pull apart.... FOR THE REST OF THE POST VISIT: https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/09/you-gonna-take-his-load.html

I played with a fisting bottom who had read in the Asspig Forum that if you smeared your hole with toothpaste, it would increase the amount of "ass jizz" in a session. I am not sure if it did or not...but my dentist was pleased at my next check up...

We all produce it...it's what helps move waste through our system.

That sentence is the hottest moment about anon cum dumps that I've read in a long time...

I have certainly done my share of public sex. Not as much where the general public can see it...but in a number of rest areas, especially a rural one that is very lively with farmers taking a break from working the fields and wanting their cocks sucked. I have fucked men in semi cabs there--and in the big interstate rest areas. The huge Edwin Warner park in TN has seen a lot of me. I cruised it daily whenever I worked down there. Mutual cocksucking was the standard, but there was a wonderful threeway fuck on a picnic table in a shelter during a driving rainstorm when we knew we wouldn't be disturbed. I have had sex in gay bars--especially the Phoenix in NOLA where, to a cheering crowd, I thoughtfully drank the piss of the bartender behind the bar so he wouldn't have to leave his post. In bathhouses, I rarely go to a room, but avail myself of the public play areas. The same with gay campgrounds in Ontario, Michigan and Ohio. Give me a public sling anytime. Stairways of the hotels hosting leather weekends. I couldn't count the number of bookstores I have used...always choosing the "theater" over a private booth if there is a choice.

I remember as I was about to turn 35 thinking, “I better start having more sex, for in 5 years or so, no one will want me.” So I did…and I have never stopped. Now almost 30 years later I have more men hitting me up than ever. I’m sure that it helps I am a top with a reputation for knowing how to fuck. I play with men across a huge range of ages. I do let younger guys make the first move, but so many need a big dicked daddy…