FelchingPisser

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.

That is his only credit in the Internet Adult Film Database. (iafd.com)

Indianapolis—November, 2019 The first 10 days of my temporary relocation to the Indy area for an eight week contract, was all about getting settled at work and getting my life sorted out in my temporary digs. I had one chance to get away, but I had to use it to go home—which is how I ended up at the bookstore in the previous post. But now things were settling into a routine—and I was horny and ready to meet some new faces. Perhaps the most surprising thing about my first meet was that Marshall had written me in advance of my coming when I posted a travel ad on BBRT. We had chatted. We seemed very compatible. He understood about my settling in time. We talked a few times more, once even when he knew I couldn’t meet yet. But we actually did meet—he didn’t disappear into the ether like so many men when I finally had the time. Marshall had a sling, so mine could stay in the trunk. He would cover the bed in one of those neoprene spreads. He told me he was very sub, wanting to work on fist, but mostly wanted to be worked over by a Dominant man with a big dick. Perfect. I drove in and arrived at his ranch style house. Marshall was within 5 years of my age, one way or the other. And hot. His head was shaved. He was short. He was naked but for a pair of running shorts which showed off the hours he had worked on his body. He showed me into where everything was set up in the bedroom. He left me to leather up while he did one last rinse. He had great porn playing on his computer. I was totally swollen inside my Fukd jock pouch when he came back in—now in just a blue jock and boots. Being a good boy, he knelt and bowed his head… I get up off the bed, where I have been sprawled, watching an older Raw Fuck Club movie. I stand in front of him, my boots on either side of his knees. “Get my jock wet. Yeah, lick the pouch.” Marshall needs no more encouragement, he is hungry. He mouths the fabric before sucking it—even chewing it at one point. He pulls the pouch away from my engorged dick with his teeth. It springs out and smacks him in the face. He moves for my cock head. “Lick my balls. Get those just as wet as the jock.” He does. And he listens—he licks my balls and does not try to suck them into his mouth. Only when they are covered with his really white saliva do I let him suck my cock. He’s a natural. I love what he doing to me—the suction, the amount of spit, the tongue action. I let him set his own pace at first, but eventually I grab the back of his head and fuck his face. When I let go, he thanks me. And waits for me to tell him what to do next…”Good boy. Go back to my balls.” He licks them again. I tell him he can suck them into his mouth if he’s careful—and just one at a time. I sit on the edge of the bed and, once he’s alternated on my balls, I tell him to try to get into my favorite spot—his tongue between my cock ring and my balls. He manages it. Over and over. But his tongue keeps dipping down the length of my perineum. “You want to taste my ass?” He groans out a yes. I pull my legs up and his tongue hits my pucker. Fuck, he’s good at this, too. But it makes me want to taste his. I roll back into a sitting position and tell him to get on all fours next to me. I spend a long time getting acquainted with his muscle ass. I lick and prod with my tongue deep into his currently tight hole. It begins to loosen with so much attention. I stand up and poke my wet cockhead into him. Then I go back to eating him out. I keep repeating the eat/poke regimen again and again, each time letting a little more cock slide into him. I can tell he is uncomfortable. Knowing he won’t say anything, I ask if he wants to ride me. He does—and I can hear the relief in his voice. I lie down and he wets my cock once more, slurping on my now ass flavored prick. He sits on me and descends at his speed. Slowly. He bottoms out—holds—and begins to ride. He loves being in control of how his hole is opened. Soon he is slamming himself down on me. He rides my shaft until his legs can’t take it anymore. “Sit on my face.” He crawls over me and lowers his muscle butt down until there is a firm seal and I can get no air. I tongue his freshly fucked hole until I almost pass out. Reluctantly I tap him on the hip to get him off my face. He goes right back to my dick. He rides me, and unprompted, brings his freshly fucked hole for another inspection by my tongue. We break for some water. “I didn’t give you much of a chance to eat my ass.” I get in the sling. He instantly kneels. This is so much better. He hands me his poppers as he begins to tongue every inch of my hole, cheeks and hairy perineum. I actually lose track of time as I let him use his tongue and lips on me—leaving me delightfully wet and sticky. We change. I am now so ready to plow his ass. I help him into the stirrups. And suddenly let a blast of piss cover his ass crack. I kneel to clean him up with my tongue as he moans. I stand up and finally push into his wet hole.... For the conclusion (spoiler alert--I cum) follow the link to the blog: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/the-sub-with-muscle-butt.html

Northwest Indiana—November, 2019 I fucked ass the night I lost my virginity. But a huge part of my early sex life, especially with my long term partner, was oral sex. I suck cock. I love it. I do it well. I have a technique that seems to coax the cum out of most men. But there are many sessions where it doesn’t happen. When I am expected to be in full Dom Top mode, working a man over with dick, fist and toys, I rarely even see their dicks, much less touch or suck them. It wouldn’t feel right to either of us. Even with a more casual fuck, sometimes it feels like the man doesn’t want to have any attention paid to his dick—he wants to do all that to me. So as the readers of this blog know, there are days I just go to the bookstore and become an oral cum dump to get it out of my system. I was stressing out over a new project—in a new place, deeper in Indiana than usual—when I had an unexpected day off. I headed to the same bookstore where I had just played with Don and Reid. I buy my combined ticket to both the cinema and the arcade. The cinema is empty, but there are a few booths occupied. All the ones with gloryholes. Four of them are paired and busy. One occupied one has no one in the adjacent booth. I go in. I scroll the movies until I find a threeway. I unbutton and get hard. Instantly fingers come through the hole. Not exactly what I wanted, but why not? I stand up. I always forget how low these holes are for a tall man. And small. I am a good six inches above the hole. I try to hunker down but my knees hit the wall before my dick can go through the hole. I hear the man sigh loudly. His finger angrily comes through the hole again, beckoning me to stick myself through. I sit and lean toward the hole. “I’m too tall,” I whisper. “Come over here.” His only answer is to again jab his fingers through the hole and crook them towards himself. I sit and watch my moment of porn and leave the booth. His door is locked. Obviously, he needs the hole to function so I move on. I go to the cinema and stroke to a straight gangbang movie. But no one comes in to join me. I go back to the arcade. The back corner booth is empty, the most secluded in the arcade. It has a gloryhole, but I have often had success with men on my dick by leaving the door open. I do just that. I go back to the threeway I was watching earlier. I hear steps and wait for my door to be pushed fully open. But no. A dick like a traffic cone is in the hole. A tiny head—but the shaft just keeps getting thicker and thicker. The base—with lots of pubic hair showing—completely fills the hole. I get on my knees and begin to suck. I hear a hard intake of breath. And a hissed “Yes…..” I pay attention at first to just the head. Slowly I work deeper on his cock. I am making him drip precum like the clichéd faucet. His breathing is becoming faster already. The tiny head of the cone is swelling. And leaking even more. I mop it up with my tongue. I make a gargling sound—letting him know how much cum and spit are in my mouth. “You want it?” he grunts out. I don’t answer, I just increase the suction. He blows—a massive, built up load. He can’t stop cumming. I swallow and swallow. At one point, his fist actually hits the wall separating us. I stay on my knees as he finally pulls out of my mouth. He moves back to clean off his dick, before he realizes there is nothing to mop up. Back it goes into some very white briefs. He is younger than I expect, maybe late 30’s—and good looking in that young dad way. I hope he’s the owner of the car I parked next to— the one with the child seat strapped in the back of the car. I wander and jerk a little in the cinema. Just one young Latin man joins me—one who watches the movie avidly, but won’t get his dick out or even look at me. I go back to the arcade. I pick the only open booth with a glory hole. A dick is in the hole before I sit down. So I just go to my knees. It’s a good seven incher and nicely thick—thick enough to comment on it, but not so thick I can’t deep throat it. I do. Again and again. I hear a sigh of contentment. He begins fucking my face through the hole. I just stay still and let him do the work. Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth. Fuck, I don’t want him to waste the load on the floor. But he shoves his naked ass against the hole. My tongue pokes into it. I can hear him jerking as I do it. “Fuck me!” I want to, but I know I will have the same space/leg issue. I keep eating until he pulls away. I tell him I’m too tall. “Movie room,” he hisses. I get there first. There is only the Latino, still kneading his crotch through his pants. My man comes in, and damn me if it’s not the married guy I fucked with Don. (Link is here.) I think he’s surprised, too. He instantly gets his dick out and I go to my knees. Finally the Latino has something live to watch. And he does—eyes riveted to us. He never gets out his cock, for he seems fascinated and frightened in pretty equal measures. I use every trick I can on the married guy. I eat his ass again with him holding on to the low wall for support. I am happy to fuck him, but just as he is sensing I am about to get up, he turn to feed me his dick again. He also grabs my left hand and pulls it up. He bends and sucks my middle finger. He positions me at his hole... The rest of the story is at my official blog: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/cocksucker-at-glory-hole.html

Northwest Indiana—October, 2019 I didn’t want to have sex for a couple of days after my long weekend with the Professor. I was spent. Not to mention there wasn’t going to be a Clay or Dolf look-a-like at my local bookstore. But about four days after I got home, I was ready. I was likely helped along by the fact that Don and Reid, the couple who are expanding their relationship, were eager to meet me at the bookstore that was halfway between our two houses. We agreed that noon would work for all of us. This was the store where we have met before. There’s a lobby of rentals and sex toys and then an arcade on one side and a cinema on the other. I bought the combo pass, arriving half an hour ahead of the appointed time. I wanted some warm up head. No one is in the cinema. Not one cocksucker, though the parking lot has quite a few cars in it. I go over to the arcade. The booths are all in use. I expected the six that have gloryholes to be busy, but every single booth is in use. I find one unlocked door. I look in. A rather hot guy in his 40’s, with a shaved head, is watching the porn, stroking his decent sized cock. He wears a MSU sweatshirt while grey sweatpants are around his knees. He looks at me and waves me in. I don’t lock the door, but he gestures that I should, so I do. I am not sure at first who is the cocksucker. I undo my pants and take out my lengthening cock. He gestures to bring it over to him. He takes in his mouth. I harden fully. My cock rests on his tongue. His lips are slack. His teeth bear down slightly on my swollen meat right at the base. He raises the poppers to his nose and inhales. And inhales again. Nothing else happens. He doesn’t suck. He doesn’t tongue me. He doesn’t jerk himself, much less me. He takes a third hit. I touch his shoulder and pull out of his mouth. He gives me a satisfied smile, like he has had the best sex possible. I nod at him and unlock the door in a hurry, pulling my own sweatshirt over my deflating cock. I go back to the cinema, after getting my cock back in my pants. I sit on the bench in front of the low wall and stroke—and in moments I am greeted by Don and Reid. Don goes right to his knees and gives me the kind of head I love. Reid goes behind the wall and reaches around to work my nipples through my sweat shirt. Soon enough he comes around to our side and offers me his huge cock to suck as Don continues worshiping mine. I nudge Don to join me in sucking his boyfriend. We love to share this slab of meat. We take turns sucking, while the other does his balls. We continue going back and forth until a hot Hispanic 20-something walks in. His eyes widen—he wants that meat—and Reid wants to give it him. The kid kneels and Reid tries to fit it into his mouth. Don and I watch for a moment, then Don drops his shorts, puts a knee on two different chairs and presents his ass for me lick. I get happily lost in slobbering over his tight pucker. I dig into his ass. Almost instantly he loosens up and my tongue goes into him. Deep. I glance over at the boy and Reid. The boy is licking his balls—with one eye on us. I pull Don’s cheeks apart and tongue fuck him. Reid guides the boy’s mouth back to his cock. He face fucks about a third of the length of his cock into the kid’s mouth. I go back to eating Don out. I don’t glance over again until I hear the kid choke. Reid pulls him to his feet and puts his large hand down the back waistband of the kid’s pants. He obviously makes contact with the Hispanic’s hole—as the kid groans and grinds his ass back on the invader. I stand up and slide my cock into Don. The kid watches us fuck as he is fingered by Reid. I go to long strokes so he can see the length of the cock Don is taking effortlessly. Reid bends the boy over. He grabs the low wall for balance. Reid pulls the kid’s pants and underwear down over his slim hips. And he buries his face in the tiny ass in front of him. I have rarely seen him eat ass, but he is loving this one. And being super wet is the only way that huge cock is going in there. I work harder on fucking Don. I slap his ass to tight him down on my dick. He pants and lets out a long moan. Reid has stood up. His cock prods the boy hole in front of him. The kid yelps. The curtains part and an older man comes in. The kid grabs his pants, pulls them up and runs out of the room. Reid follows. The old man comes over to knead his fly and watch us fuck… There is more. Follow the link to the full blog post: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/showing-off-at-bookstore-with-don-and.html

I'm glad you enjoyed. I have a good, active sex life, but that long weekend was one of best in ages.

Chicago—October, 2019 After the great sex of the orgy, we should have slept better than either of us did. But we were excited. Sunday morning we were driving into Chicago for another round of fucking around with porn stars. (If you need to be reminded of our other exploits in this area, hit the ‘Professor’ link at the bottom of this post.) The Professor had been busy making arrangements. There were to four men to join us at our motel on the north side of the city: three who were very well known to me from following their porn careers and one who was just breaking in. We got to town in good time. We moved the two beds apart and put the sling in the middle. I set up the rimseat for there was ass coming this evening that had to tasted. We even napped…and then at exactly the appointed start time, the first knock came at the door. The Professor lets in Dolf Dietrich. They know each other and Dolf greets him as a friend. There are few men I meet who are taller, but Dolf is, by a good inch. He wraps his arms around me, too, in greeting before beginning to strip down. Pic The Professor lets in our second guest. It is Clay Towers. He knows the Professor, too. They hug. I am introduced. I can’t stop staring at this man’s ass as ditches his clothes. Pic Allen Silver is the next to arrive. He is just meeting the Professor today. The three guests all know each other and have done scenes together. The atmosphere is relaxed—but the sexual tension is hot as men keep stripping down to fetish wear. Pic The last to arrive is the guy who is just starting out. I am going to call him Carl as he is not a porn professional yet—as far as I know. A couple of the men seem to know him, too. And know that he has the largest dick in the room. Just a little bit longer than mine and quite a bit thicker. He strips, revealing a smoking body. And he is just as tall as Dolf. I feel short. For the record, I have the only ass in the room not available for dick. The moment Carl is naked we form into two groups. The Professor is the center of attention for Allen and Carl. Dolf and Clay are with me. Dolf is the first to go to his knees. My cock is not fully hard. I am amazed at that with all the hotness in the room, but it’s true. Dolf’s mouth gets it there. And he keeps grunting appreciatively as it grows to its full size. I am kissing Clay as my cock is worked on. Soon Dolf tugs him down to share my now rigid dick. They take turns on it. I am in heaven. Next to us, the guys have been sucking the Professor—and now the Professor is sucking them. In moments, Carl gets him up and gently pushes him down to the bed. The Professor falls onto all fours. And takes the biggest dick in the room, with little to no warm up. Fuck! On the opposite bed, Dolf gets on all fours. I bury my face in that famous-for-a-good-reason ass. Clay clambers up on the bed to feed Dolf his cock. Allen is doing the same to the Professor. I eat Dolf out—the ass I missed at Fukd—lubing myself as I do it. I rear up and enter him. Slowly but deliberately. Holy fuck! I have to twist my balls just from the mind fuck of it all. That twist brings me back to reality and I start to give Dolf a fuck I want him to remember. * The Professor has been moved to the sling, as Carl’s cock was hard to take on all fours. The sling works it magic. Carl fucks him. Allen fucks him. Actually the Professor does not leave the sling for 90 minutes as we all rotate through fucking him. When Dolf goes off to fuck the Professor, Clay moves around to fuck Carl. I play with Allen. We start on the rimseat. I love his smooth ass, too. I eat and lick and spit. He groans and can’t seem to get enough. We eventually share the bed with Clay and Carl when I fuck him. Allen, the perfect porn Daddy, becomes a fabulous whimpering boy as I assault his hole. * We’ve shifted again. Clay is up the Professor—giving him a terrific pounding, making the chains rattle. Dolf and Allen are locked in a 69 on the far bed. I have Carl’s ass on the rimseat. I eat his fucked hole with abandon. We fuck on the other bed. I have to make sure to give him time, for I am the largest dick he’ll have today. He takes it like a champ—his eyes rolling up into his head. And Clay comes to feed him his cock, right from the Professor’s hole. I let them continue and go fuck the Professor. He has not had a moment when someone has not been up his hole. I have rarely seen anyone in such a state of arousal. His ass is the juiciest hole you can imagine. No one has dumped a load, but it feels like they have. I know for a cocksucking fact, we are all heavy precummers. I am spelled by Allen. I ask Dolf to sit on the rimseat. Watching that sex God lower himself to the seat is the stuff of dreams. Amazing. He has had all the guys up him by this time. His freshly fucked hole sends me into rimming overdrive. I have to force myself to stop. And fuck him again... Yes, there is a cum filled, fully felched conclusion (and pics of the pornsters) on my official site. [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/blog-post.html Dolf liked this write up so much he posted it on his twitter feed--and my blog's numbers went through the roof.

I know both those videos...

I had a bottom buddy in Chicago who knew how much I loved a loaded hole. We would go to the baths together and separate. Once he had three or four loads in him he would find each other and he would sit on my face. As the loads dripped into my mouth he would tell me about the guys--how they fucked him, how big they were, what race, etc....then we would go off and play before finding each other again for another felching round. The evening finished with me loading him to send him home with a load for his boyfriend. Fuck, I miss him...

Grand Rapids—October, 2019 The next day, Saturday, the Professor arrived at my house to leave his car in my driveway. We were road tripping up to the group sex gathering I attend in Grand Rapids. He was excited. The sex of last night had only made him want more. I had taken him to this group once before. He had been impressed with how well we all played together. I had booked a hotel. We ate on the road, before checking in. We had a lazy afternoon of napping and prepping. I made sure my leathers were clean and ready for tonight. I went out for a sandwich as the Professor finished up in the bathroom. For once, I didn’t have to take any of my sex furniture to the event, so when we arrived at the house, it was nice to just strip down and get ready to play. This was just before Halloween. The host had masks for us. I had brought my executioner’s hood to go with my leathers. There were a dozen of us who trooped up the narrow stairway at 9:00 pm… We clump in the space between the leather covered bed and the sling. Some men fall to their knees. Everyone seems to have a jock tonight. Suckers pull hardening dicks out of the pouches. Others of us, take it out and stroke—waiting for our turn to get a hot mouth on it. I don’t have to wait long. The voyeur who occasionally sucks cock was on me in a flash. I let him suck me—then urge him over to another man. I watch the handsome, bearded face of the only man who has never been here before. At first he is grinning—and rock hard. In moments it is all too much—and he flees, never to be seen again. The man who works as a personal trainer crawls from the man he’d just been sucking and takes my wet cock into his mouth. He gives great head and is a much better warm up for my cock. Almost universally, we ditch the masks. They were a great idea…and are just getting in the way. Mine comes off when it hampers me eating out the perfect butt of the personal trainer. The Professor has been busy over by the bed. The voyeur has gotten him hard. Other men have either sucked him or been sucked. I want to the first up his ass. The personal trainer follows me over to watch. The Professor has gotten on all fours, so I kneel and my face connects. I eat out his warm hole. The Personal Trainer caresses his back as I lick and spit on the hole in front of me. I stand, grease myself with coconut oil and slide in. I give him a vigorous opening fuck—while PT’s eyes are glued to my cock as it goes in and out. When I pull out, PT hungrily cleans it for me, lines it back up and I fuck back into the Professor. A top who loves me to open hole for his fatter cock comes over. He has been fucking someone on the other side of the bed. He greets me with a kiss. I don’t stop plowing the Professor. “I want to fuck your friend again.” “I have him good and open for you.” I pull out and let the Top in. It’s begun. Over the course of the night, the professor will take every top and every versatile man there… I move to the Personal Trainer. He cleans my cock again straight from the Professor’s ass. “I just love that,” he murmurs, leaving me coated in his saliva. “It’s such a dirty thing to do.” I murmur my assent as I make him kneel on the bed directly opposite the Professor. My tongue goes into his ass. My cock soon follows. At some point he reaches out and grabs the Professor’s hands as they are both fucked with the biggest cocks of the gathering. * I fuck the Professor in the sling. It’s nowhere near as comfortable as mine. And it does the job of bringing more men over to watch, jerk or play with each other. The Rimmer asks if he can take a turn. I let him spell me. He is a vers guy, but he is all about the fuck this minute. So much so—he gives the Professor a load. I clean his cock, lick up the excess spillage and fuck it deeper into the Professor’s gut. I step aside again for a very hairy bear. He loves the loaded hole as I much as I do. * I fuck everyone but the voyeur and the three dedicated tops. When I need to take a break from the fucking, I notice one of those tops, the African-American one, sitting on the rimseat and stroking to the action on the bed. I ask if I can slide under him... For the cummy conclusion of this post visit: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/12/weekend-with-professor-day-two-twelve.html

They are one of the main reasons men get fisted.

Near Home—October, 2019 The end of October proved to be really, really good. The Professor was coming to town. We hadn’t seen each other for almost two years. (He has his own label in the cloud of topics, if you need to be reminded of my exploits with him.) We kicked around a number of dates and settled on a weekend where we could really pig out for three days play in three different venues. The Professor arrived on Friday and checked into a local hotel. We thought about just using my playroom—but both of us wanted the potential of incorporating others into the play. After his longish travel day, we settled to go the bookstore nearest to me. It was the perfect appetizer for our long weekend of cum… As we go inside, the Professor hands me the admission price for both of us. I tell the cashier two and realize we can get a discount going in as couple. I am happy to hand him back change. We piss…and go into the straight theatre. It’s crowded. We are slightly earlier than I often go—and there are already 6 or 8 men in the room. They aren’t playing…but some have their dicks out and are stroking to the porn. We stand against the back wall to let our eyes adjust. A tall, thin man is next to the new, uncomfortable chairs that sit along the back wall, replacing the couch that was falling apart. We turn to look at each other at the same time. It’s Tyler—a professorial type in his own right who used to submit to me and another top until he had some health issues. He seems to be back in form now, for he grins and goes to his knees. He finishes unbuttoning my pants and he lovingly extracts my thickening dick from the jock pouch. He takes me all into his mouth. The Professor unzips and strokes himself as he watches my dick begin to pump into Tyler’s mouth. I ruffle Tyler’s hair and push him over to take the Professor. He does. Willingly. With a nice sigh of satisfaction from both of the men. Soon we switch around. I suck the two of them. Back and forth. Then I stand up, the Professor bends over to suck both of us. I let him get my cock good and wet, then move around to his now exposed ass. As he sucks Tyler into his mouth, my tongue finds his hole. I drill into him. Not for long. I really want to spit roast him as a welcome to Michigan. I stand up and press forward. His pucker resists for a fraction of a second before I inch my cock into him. I begin a steady fuck rhythm. The Professor is really loving having two dicks in him. And the door opens. Fast and hard and right into me. The man apologizes for interrupting us, but we all agree to go over to the gay side where it will likely be less crowded. The gay cinema is empty for the moment. The three of us quickly open our flies or drop our pants. Tyler sucks me first as I sit against the back wall. He moves over, with no prodding this time, to suck the Professor. First one and then the other. Repeatedly. I get up and suck Tyler for a moment—and then tell the Professor to lean over the back of the chair in the row in front of us. He does—and I dive into his ass. Tyler moves around in front of him to offer his cock. I eat the hole I had briefly fucked. I get it quite a bit wetter. I stand up and push into the ass in front of me. I hold—and fuck. I fuck him onto Tyler’s dick. Which surprisingly wilts a little. He moves away and watches me fuck—flogging his semi-hard. We fuck for quite a bit of time, before we both need a breather. We sit side by side in the back row. Tyler comes over and sticks his dick in my mouth. It’s still not particularly hard—but he shoots a load. A big one actually—and quite creamy. He thanks us and takes off. The Professor and I watch the movie. It’s not bad and we both stroke ourselves. After a while, the door opens. A tall man enters, mid-thirties. He looks like a young dad type. He sits in the row in front of us. But right against the wall so he can look at the screen or at the door. Well, really at us. To see if the man sitting in a jock is going to get fucked again. I nod to the Professor. He knows I want to put on a show for this guy. I think he want to, too. He gets up and leans on the back of the chair right next to him. I drop to my knees and eat the Professor’s well fucked ass. I make sure I make a noise, showing my level of arousal at the taste of him. I hear the man’s zipper open. I give him time to get it out and to start stroking. The Professor grinds back against my face. “You want my dick?” I know the answer. It’s a question more for our audience. I don’t wait for a yes or no. I simple stand up and push into him. The man is watching every move. He sees my latex free cock slide into the meaty ass in front of me. He is stroking a very long, very thin cock. Every thrust of mine is now about getting this guy to play with us. I grunt and tell the Professor how hot his hole is. It’s true—but I might not say it if we were fucking by ourselves. The man stands up. He moves around to the side—so he can better see my cock in the Professor’s greedy ass. “I’m willing to share,” I tell him. “He’d love that cock in his hole...." To finish it and to know the load count copy and paste: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/weekend-with-professor-day-one-sleazy.html

Northwest Indiana—October, 2019 It is no secret to those who read these posts that I like to change up my play. Most of my month had been about fucking. I was ready to have an oral day. I wanted cock in my mouth and was ready to feed mine to any number of men. But I didn’t want to go to my usual bookstore. By chance Don sent me a text. He had the day off. Would I care to meet him at the bookstore near his home? I asked if his partner, Reid, was joining us. He wasn’t. While there was no way I would be around Don and not fuck him, I knew that this was still a great chance to satisfy my oral side. We set the time. I pulled into the lot five minutes late. The moment I put the brake on, I got a text. Don was also running late, but by about 20 minutes. He told me to go in and start without him. I did. Now, this is the store where on one side there is a theatre and on the other side is a typical arcade. I bought the combo pass, pissed and sat down on the theatre side… My mouth is full. Three minutes after my arrival, I am on my knees sucking a trucker type who has just come in. Full is being nice. It’s a petit dick. But juicy. And in need. He grunts his appreciation and strokes my head. He fires off a good load down my throat in less than five minutes. I clean his spent cock and he zips up with no other clean up. I stroke a little to the movie. After a bit, I wander through the arcade. I look through a gloryhole and see a very large man let in a guy who he begins to suck. I go back to the cinema side. Two men are in the stand up space along the back wall. They were obviously feeling each other up—but stop and step apart the moment I come through the curtain. I move in front of the bigger man and drop to my knees. He has no shame in thrusting his six incher into my mouth in front of the other guy. The guy not getting blown twists the nipples of the man I’m working on. In moments I swallow a small load. I move over to the bigger cock of the older guy. He thrusts it into my mouth. He’s gotten very close watching me work on the other man. The spent guy returns the favor of playing with the suckee’s nipples through his shirt. Bang. One touch and I have load three down my throat. They both murmur their thanks and leave together. ‘A couple?’ I wonder as my tongue finds a little stray jizz in my mustache. Don comes through the curtain, finding me still on my knees. “I knew right where to find you,” he grins. I stand and he goes to his knees. He gives me his usual wonderful head. Then we reverse. We aren’t trying to get off. We want to see who else we can incorporate into play. We wander the arcade. A young guy nods to Don and disappears into a booth. Don goes into the booth opposite. I’m pretty sure the gloryhole is full of the young guy. Soon enough Don comes back and reports the kid is a regular with a big cock—but no load yet. We go back to the cinema. A handsome guy (40’s, 5’9”, dark hair) is lounging against the back wall. Another regular of Don’s I learn. Don goes to his knees and sucks me—in full view of the handsome guy—who immediately gets a beer can dick out of his pants. Don moves to his cock. I work the hard chest of the man. He finds my cock and jerks me. Soon the handsome guy bends and sucks me in a rather awkward position as Don is still on his dick. Don moves to give the guy a better angle on me and stands up. I grin my approval of his fuck bud. Don nods and leans close to my ear. “And you can fuck him, too.” When the guy straightens up, I go down to suck his thick cock. He’s thick enough that I feel I can’t cover my teeth like I want. He doesn’t seem to mind. Don joins me on the floor and goes for his balls. We spend a happy moment passing the handsome guy’s junk back and forth with just our mouths and tongues. I move around, pull his pants to his ankles, along with his designer briefs. I burrow in between his soft, hairless ass cheeks. Don swallows him down; the guy bends slightly to give me access—supporting himself by leaning on Don’s shoulders. He groans as my tongue hits his tight pucker. By the time I am done reaming him out, his hole is no longer so tight. He’s literally panting for it. “You’ll tear me up—but fuck me,” he whispers. I stand up. So does Don—he wants to see me go in. The handsome guy grabs the short wall and hangs on. I slide in slowly—but easier than I expect. He knows how to relax. And, I learn, how to milk a cock in his ass. It’s a great fuck. Made hotter by the occasional whisper in my ear from Don. “He’s married.” Don beats his own cock as he watches my cock disappear into the hairless butt. “Mostly straight. Until he gets the urge.” Don kisses me after that one and I keep pumping. “Ruin my hole,” hisses the handsome, ‘mostly straight’ guy. He grinds back onto me. I go in even deeper. Handsome guy grabs for Don. Don guides him right down to his hard cock. Now the ‘mostly straight’ guy has a dick in each hole. We fuck into him in tandem. I want us to switch—I love watching mostly bottom Don exercising his top side. But when I pull out—I’m dirty. Not horribly, but enough I can’t give it to him to suck. I head to clean up. When I come back to the theatre, new recruits have arrived. Don is on his knees sucking a guy in his 40’s. Mostly Straight is sucking the hot young man with the big dick that Don had serviced earlier through the gloryhole. I join MS and lick the young stud’s balls. He likes that a lot. MS and I eventually trade off on sucking him, too. I feel slightly guilty that I get the load. “You need to fuck me,” Don tells the man he’s been sucking. The guy shakes his head. “I will,” says MS. Don strips and straddles two chairs. I let MS open Don up. He fucks him hard the moment he adjusts. He breaks and offer’s Don’s butt to me. I taste it, and fuck him as hard as I fucked MS earlier. We go back and forth. On his third time at bat, MS increases his intensity and I know he will cum. He grunts it out for us. I kneel and watch him fill Don’s ass with his hot cream. MS let’s me clean his cock. He hangs around to watch me churn his load. The churning process covers Don’s hole. MS watches, fascinated, as I clean it… For my final oral load count cut and paste: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/cruising-bookstore-with-don.html

West Michigan—October, 2019 I needed a session with Derrick and Jacob. I would be out of Michigan for all of November and December and needed one of our long involved fuckfests to tide me over. To change things up a little, I packed my wrist and ankle restraints with the hog tie clip. I had used them on Jacob (who loved them) when we played without Derrick. If you missed the post, it is here. On that occasion we had sent him pictures as I used his boy. This time he could take the pictures… I am sitting naked but for a clean yellow jock and boots on the couch in the study. I watch the slide show of hot leather men doing incredibly nasty things to each other. My pouch fills as my cock plumps. Jacob arrives back with my bag from where I left it when I stripped. I think he guesses what I have in it. He kneels as I fish the leather restraints out of the bag. I put the first on his wrist. I can sense the shiver of anticipation. Derrick comes back with water for me and nods in appreciation as I do up the buckle on the other wrist. Jacob stands and I kneel to fasten the leather around his two ankles. Jacob is naked today but for a leather harness—and now the restraints I’ve added. I sit back down. He kneels. Derrick sits next to me and Jacob begins sucking our dicks. Back and forth. Waiting to be guided by one hand or the other. Sometimes I push him over to Derrick. Or Derrick nudges him back to me. Occasionally Derrick will bend and suck me himself as his boy sucks his dick. Jacob is moaning as he deep throats Derrick. I slip off the couch and pull his hips up so I can tongue his ass as he continues sucking. His hole opens at the first touch of my tongue. I spit and lick, leaving vast quantities of saliva in him. I am so ready to slide into him. So I do. To the hilt. Every fucking inch of my engorged cock disappears into his hot ass. I know to hold for at least ten seconds to let his hole open where my tongue can’t reach. His head arches back, off of Derrick. He takes a deep breath, grunts and takes Derrick back into his mouth. And I begin fucking. I fuck him hard. I fuck him into Derrick. Derrick reaches down and spreads the cheeks of his boy to let me get that last millimeter of dick into him. “Let’s get you trussed up.” The bench is pulled out. Jacob lies on his back on it as I clip the hogtie onto the D ring on each restraint. It brings his legs and arms in my control. I press down and his ass tilts up for me to fuck. Derrick takes pictures. PIC: Second six. And the sticks his dick in Jacob’s mouth. This makes me fuck harder. We switch and Derrick goes up his ass. We give the boy and break. But after only a few minutes, we spit roast him as he stands up and bends. It becomes slightly acrobatic… PIC 1, 2, 3 We go down to the playroom. We use the hogtie on him for a moment in the sling. Then we clip his arms way above his head on the sling chains. I make sure the stirrups are tight. The boy loves to feel helpless. We get so into taking turns fucking his ass we forget about the camera. And then our hands become too greasy to touch it. I slather up my left hand. It replaces my cock in Jacob’s ass with very little extra stretching. I slide in my hand. Then my cock. I fuck him with my fist. I fuck him with my cock. Just once I let my cock slide down my wrist and fuck him with both. His eyes are glued to the mirror above the sling as he watches himself take both at the same time. My hand is making him piss himself. Each time he warns me—and I bend over him and slurp it up. Finally Jacob calls for a rest. The moment he can stand, rather unsteadily, he tells me he has more piss. I kneel and he finally empties his bladder down my throat. This is a picture post. I have their permission to use the pics on my own blog. Follow the link for them and so much more as we played: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/my-sunday-afternoon-jacob-hogtied.html

My Playroom—October, 2019 After I shot my load in Braydon at the bookstore, (see the last entry, here) we sat together for a bit in the gay cinema. He kept licking my spent cock—making sure I needed no other clean up before I pushed it all back into the stained white jock. I told him that I was looking for another bottom for this couple I had coming over the next day. Would he be interested? Then I added the words…”And the top’s cock is even bigger than mine.” He agreed. We exchanged numbers and I was pretty sure, after giving him my home info later that night, he’d actually show up. And he did. Moments after Don and Reid arrived. Reid took one look at him and nodded to me across the room— I had selected a cub he wanted to breed. Off we went upstairs to strip down… Reid is as tall and spare as I am. His heavy cock is already getting hard as he looks at Braydon’s hairy ass framed by his blue jock. Don, slightly cubby himself, likes the look of Braydon, too. He especially loves the look of lust on his boyfriend’s face for the new man. Braydon goes to his knees and sucks Reid into his mouth. I lean on the fuck bench and point to the floor between my boots. Don is right there—giving me great head. I stop him occasionally so he can watch Braydon try to keep up with the thickening of Reid’s dick. Reid is not particularly longer than me—but his super thickness makes his dick a true challenge. Soon I stand up and move next to Reid. Don follows and continues sucking. But now I can nudge him over so he can lick his partner’s balls as Braydon strains to take Reid down his throat. I kneel and begin feeling up Don’s hole. It is damp and he flowers open at my touch. I let him share a kiss with Braydon—one that just happens to have Reid’s erect cock between them—before I tell him to get on the fuck bench. He does—and I bury my face in his hairy crack. I can see in the mirror in front of me that Reid has led Braydon to the bed. He gets the boy on all fours. Now we are eating ass simultaneously. I get almost as turned on from spying on Reid in the mirror as I do from the hot hole on my tongue. We stand up at the same time. Our cocks begin to push into the hole in front of us. I bottom out first. Reid is going incredibly slowly to let Braydon huff more poppers. I slap Don’s ass and begin to fuck. This spurs Reid to begin a slow stroke in and out of Braydon. We fuck a long time. I pull out regularly and have Don clean my dick. He loves ass to mouth. And while he does it I can watch the other pair. Reid is now fucking him hard. So hard I fear he might cum—but he doesn’t yet. I fuck Don a little longer on the bench, then move him to the sling. Reid pulls out of his boy panting. Braydon stretches and comes over to watch me fuck Don. Then he gets on the fuck bench, showing his wet ass off to Reid. And in moments he has it filled again with Reid’s thick slab of prime cock. We fuck. “Let’s switch,” I suggest to Reid. We do. I eat the hole Reid has just been fucking. I can taste his leaked pre-cum. It makes my cock drool. I stand up and fuck Braydon harder than anytime at the bookstore. Don is groaning. His eyes, some moments, are laser focused on his partner as his ass is cleaved and then his head will turn just slightly and he can watch me rail Braydon. “Put Braydon in the sling,” suggests Don. Braydon gets in---and the two tops begin alternating on his ass as Don is sucked by him. I start off. Reid loves to watch me and comments on what a hot ass I got for him. He strokes, watching every thrust of my dick. Then it’s his turn to fuck. Don is so turned on he takes a turn fucking Braydon, too. I am now in Braydon’s mouth and say, so he can barely hear me… “Three dicks in 30 minutes, whore…” Braydon nods happily and redoubles his work on my cock. We rotate back to me in Braydon’s ass. He is incredibly wet at this point. Reid stands to the side and watches me go from rimming to fucking. “Fuck!!” Reid steps forward and shoots a massive load all over Braydon’s face. Some goes in his mouth. I mop up some and smear it on my cock so he’ll have some in his ass, too. Don leans down and licks it off his face and snowballs it to the younger man. Reid staggers to the bed, his cock going down slightly. He sits and watches as we use his load… * I have two bottoms to use for the moment. I get under the rimseat, telling one to ride my cock and one to sit on my face…and switch. Often. Braydon starts on my face—Don on my cock. It feels great—and tastes better. I can certainly taste some of Reid’s load I fucked into him. Braydon squirms in delight—telling me he’s never been on a rimseat before, but loves it. Suddenly, they both stand and I get Don’s freshly fucked hole on my tongue and Braydon uses all my spit to slide down on my cock. Don’s hole is wide open now. He is a copious ass luber…and it slips out of him and onto my tongue. The guys switch one last time. Braydon tastes even better now… For the cum shots finale follow the link: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/sharing-braydons-ass.html#comment-form