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Near Home—October, 2019 Don and Reid, the couple who are just beginning to open their relationship were coming to the playroom at the end of the week. I was hoping to find another bottom for Reid. You would think that with the huge imbalance in the gay world that that would not be a hard task. But I didn’t want to just bring in someone I didn’t know. I called and wrote a number of talented men, but no one could make the timing work. Finally, I went to the bookstore to hold an audition. It’s rather quiet on a Thursday night. I settle into the straight side. (Little did I know that this would be the last time I sat on the leatherette couch. It has been replaced with hard metal chairs.) I pull my cock out of my jock and stroke it to some rather hot, three hole porn. I am really enjoying see two butch guys share this slight woman in every possible way. And it gets better. The Elfin guy, a regular at the store and in my blog, comes in. He chats with me for a moment and soon his mouth is full of my cock. He stops each time the door opens but I just push his head back down on my dick. The first man in is wearing MSU sweats. He sits near us and plays with his dick through the fabric. He’s likely 30. Good looks with every hair in place. The second man in is a cub I have never seen before. He is also in his 30’s and his blond hair is as long and unruly as MSU’s is perfectly coifed. The cub also has a Grizzly Adams beard that I like—and Derrick would cream over. He sits on the other side of us. He unzips and his hand disappears into his fly. I stand up and fuck the face of Elfin guy, holding him by the ears. I know he likes to show off—and I give him the chance to showcase his skills. I switch to holding the back of his head as he does a deep throat, letting him up just as he begins to choke. I consider asking this guy to join us, but I have seen him push to be the only bottom—and Don will certainly be getting fucked. Elfin guy pulls off my dick, now covered with that thick, viscous spit from deep in his throat. “I want to sit on it.” I nod. He strips, tossing his clothes on the floor and kicking them under the couch. I spread my legs. He stands in front of me and I watch as his cute butt makes contact with the wet head of my dick. “You’re fucking me raw,” he stage whispers, for the benefit of the room. He grinds himself down—panting with the last 4 inches. (The Cub’s dick comes out of his jeans. The sweatpants tent on MSU boy.) My guy gives himself a moment when he has taken me all and then rides me with long strokes. He’s showing off—he wants those guys to see just how big the dick is that he is riding—and I’m not complaining. He stops when his legs need a rest. He kneels to get his clothes back. The Cub, getting huge points in my book, walks over and engulfs my cock with his mouth—fresh from the spotless ass of Elfin Guy. He gives me really good head, too. This makes MSU guy flee the room. And makes EG stop getting dressed. I motion him to join the Cub—to share my cock. The Cub goes to my balls and points my cock towards EG, offering it to him. EG can’t. Or won’t. He finishes dressing and leaves the room. “I would’ve shared,” says the Cub—who also tells me his name is Braydon. “I mean he did all the work. And made your cock taste fantastic.” “You’re a pig—I like that.” “Can I take a turn?” I nod. He strips in a hurry, leaving his clothes in pile on the floor. He is a mass of body hair. I really want to eat his ass—but that will wait. He is on a mission to sit on my cock. He does. I swear he has a load in his ass—as he feels like wet velvet as he glides down to the root of my cock. Braydon also know how to milk me. He works his muscles at the same time as he bounces on me. In short—a great fuck. We stop when we hear sex noises through the wall separating the two cinemas. We both agree we should investigate. He dresses quickly and we go in together. MSU in on his knees giving head to an older man I have often fucked here at the bookstore. I’m pleased to see the usual bottom is super hard having the cute kid sucking him. “Let me fuck you again,” I whisper in Braydon’s ear. He strips and I get out my dick. We take the chair across the aisle from them. The two guys watch Braydon get naked and then me fall to my knees. I begin rimming Braygon before he can pile up his clothes. His hole is super wet. As a taste tester, I decide it is great ass lube, not some other guy’s load I was feeling and am now swallowing. Either way—it’s delicious and makes my cock leak. I stand up and push into him. I am finally in charge and give him a good fucking. We move slightly, so Braydon, still bent over, can work the nipples of the guy getting the blow job. All four of us are very happy with this arrangement. I fuck, MSU sucks and Braydon, squeezes both nipples with his fingers and my cock with his ass... 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^^^ The very words I was about to type.

Exactly. That is certainly the other reason he does it. I know he thinks "This dick has been in the hottest men in the country and now it's going in me." I've done it too, when he's included me. I remember fucking Dolf Dietrich thinking "This ass has taken so much cock...." and wishing some of those loads were still in him.

My Playroom—October, 2019 My busy summer work went on longer than usual this year. I couldn’t get the playroom set back up until October. It was worth the wait, for I had the perfect man to celebrate the re-opening. Cody was from a neighboring state—and had visited the area two years before. (You will find that entry, A Visiting Pig in a Cheap Motel, here.) This time, he agreed to come a little farther and experience the playroom as he wanted to get wet… He is right on time. I am wearing boots and a yellow jock, under my grey bathrobe, as I answer the door. Cody comes in and we hug a hello. He still looks great: a younger looking late 40’s, dark hair and those great tats over a good portion of his body. And they are related art tats—not random inkings here and there. As he strips and stows his clothes in the bureau, I notice the frame on his back has been finished. He leaves on a jock—but otherwise is totally naked. I hang my robe on the back of the door and stand at the end of the fuckbench. My dick plumps in the yellow pouch just from looking at him. “Here.” I point to the padded floor in front of me. I can see that momentary flicker of hunger in his eyes. He kneels and instantly begins mouthing the full pouch. He groans from the heady aroma of ass sex, cum and piss that exudes from it. His spit re-activates it. And Cody can’t get enough of it. His tongue is everywhere. He even gnaws at it. My cock is swelling so that it is uncomfortable; I finally have to manually release it from the jock. He takes my dick deep into his throat in a single move. And keeps it there. He holds me clamped in his throat until he might gag—before finally coming up for air. He gasps for breath…then goes right back to pleasing me. I take a healthy swig from my water bottle. I let him suck me for another few minutes as I keep hydrating. “Get up on the bench. I want to taste your hole.” I step to the side and he clambers up and into place. He loves looking into the mirror in front of him where he watches me slap his ass with my spit drenched cock. I wipe it down his slightly hairy crack and kneel to rim him. My tongue pokes into his pucker. He opens his hole and I sink into him. It’s glorious and my cock begins leaking pre-cum like the clichéd faucet. I wipe some off on my fingers and smear it on his hole. He groans—knowing just what I am doing. “Stick some in me…” he pants. “Begin the breeding…” I spit in his hole and drill it in with my tongue. When my fingers are covered again, I poke them into his ass. He exhales long and loud. I stand up. I need to fuck him. This second. I plunge into his wet ass. He grunts. I actually gasp as he feels so good. My hips slam into him. I am fucking full speed in moments. I stop and bring my cock around for him to clean. I remember how much he loves to taste his ass on my dick. He grunts his appreciation to me and cleans me thoroughly. I go back to fucking. Then another cleaning. This time, when I’m back at his upturned ass, I don’t just shove it in. I slap his wet hole—and give him two good spurts of piss. He groans out “Piss me…” I stick my cock in him and fuck. I don’t want to piss out his hole—at least not yet. Soon enough I am bringing his piss flavored ass juices to his mouth on my cock. He cleans me. “Sooo good…” I fuck his face a little and even give him a tiny piss spurt in his mouth. This makes me kiss him. We revel in all the flavors we are sharing. I go back to his ass and rim him. I can really taste the piss. I collect some juices in my mouth and go back to kiss him once more… * I am buried in his ass. We are still on the fuck bench. I have just added the egg-headed dildo and he is getting double fucked for the first of many times this afternoon. He is now full. Very full and very tight. He groans out his pleasure over and over. I am fucking with the dildo under my cock—as I usually do it. When I pull out, I change it up, leaving the toy in place, but pull the base upward. My cock slides back in with the ridge shaft now above me. It’s a new feeling. For both of us. I keep fucking until I need to feed him another splash of piss. And of course we kiss… * I insert the big black butt plug before we move to the sling. Once his feet are in the stirrups, I begin tapping on the base of the toy—sending vibrations through his abused canal. I pull it out and fuck. I re-plug him and take my dick to his mouth once more. Then repeat the process. I switch to the bigger black coned toy that has many ridges—so that it always reminds me of some sort of perverted Christmas decoration. He takes the first two with ease…I have to work carefully to fill him with the rest. But he takes it. His eyes are on the mirror above him—watching himself open up. Submitting to me inch by inch. I blindfold him now, using the leather one with the fleece lining. Once he relaxes, I kneel and begin eating his abused hole. I fuck it. I pour cold water on it from my bottles and slurp it up. I piss on it and do the same. Cody is squirming and panting. Reveling in every sensation. Every touch. Not knowing what I will do next. I move up to his side. He is grasping the D rings on the sling, so his arms are just above his head. He feels me there and opens his mouth. I let him taste his asscunt on my dick. Then I piss on his armpit. I kneel and lick it off. Dribble it into his mouth. And kiss. I go back and fuck his ass. I do the same to his other arm. He is getting very wet. It puddles beneath him on the leather sling. I fuck. I rim. I piss. I use the speculum. Never letting him know what I will do next; his body hyper-alive with one sense gone. For the rest of this post, visit: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2019/11/pig-cody-get-wet-in-playroom.html

Here it is...

I think so, too. It's so white. The best churning and frothing of cum I know of on video is at the end of a gangbang when Dawson rides Austin Shadow in Loaded, one of the early TIM videos. Look at it--the cum looks, well, like cum...

And I think we are talking about two different things--in my world an anal orgasm is not the same thing as making the bottom shoot his load hands free while fucking. I just watched a friend have interior anal orgasms, six or seven in a row, as five men fucked him. No semen was fired by him but he was totally spent.

Yes!!! ^^^ But never the act!

I'm trying to remember if I ever felt guilty. Masturbating in my parent's home as a teen--maybe--as I realized my fantasies were changing from girls to boys. But I waited to start having real sex until college, so no I don't think so. Talking to my gay brother for my coming out made it so easy: "Have you done anything yet?" he asked. "Nope." "Do you want to fuck or get fucked?" "I don't know..." "I know just the guy..." and he picked up the phone. I lost my virginity about 35 minutes later. Not a scrap of guilt to be found

We have the opposite problems. I like the SteamWorks slurp ramp holes for they are not round but long ovals...so both of us would be happy.

I rarely stick my cock through a glory hole as I am simply too tall for most. And trying to hunker down to line it all up is incredibly uncomfortable. So I am that dreaded guy who would rather be in the booth with you.

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