The gentleman’s guide to taking a felched load up the ass

[noyes019]

(Or, Why the Gentleman of Distinction Must One Day Be Gifted a Load That Has Been Deep Inside Another Hole Before Him—And Why That Day Shall Be His Renaissance)

There are pleasures in this world so rare, so layered with intimacy and irreverent charm, that to describe them too plainly would rob them of their mystery. And yet, to remain silent would be a disservice to the ambitious gentleman who seeks not simply to indulge, but to transcend.

We speak now of the rarest vintage in the carnal cellar: to be gifted, deep within, a load of cum not freshly dispensed, but lovingly retrieved from another bottom’s hole—felched with purpose, warmed by time, and transferred with the solemn grace of a family heirloom.

Yes, dear reader: the Secondhand Offering.
The Echoed Tribute.
The Renaissance Load.

The Principle: Rarity, Not Wastefulness

In less civilized circles, such a gift might be whispered about in shameful tones. But in our world—the world of velvet lounges, scented oil, and triple-candled chandeliers—this is no vulgar act. It is a ritual. An act of sharing. A fluid inheritance.

To receive what another has already received inside him is to say: I trust you. I honor you. I wish to be touched by what touched you. I want what has been inside you to now be deep inside of me.

It is not imitation. It is homage.

The Execution: A Ceremony of Mouth, Motion, and Meaning

The gentleman who retrieves the tribute from the first bottom’s hole—the noble felcher—is not performing a stunt, but conducting a rite. He approaches the original recipient’s tight hole with delicacy and skill, asks him to push out the load, and retrieves the load squirt after squirt as if drawing nectar from a rare orchid, and turns to you, the chosen next vessel, with a gleam of mischief and duty in his eye.

You, of course, are already prepared—legs elevated, hips tilted, expression serene, like a sunbather awaiting an unexpected eclipse. Your hole gapes wide open ready to receive this felched load of cum currently inside the felcher’s mouth.

As the cum is delivered—first with tongue, then with fingers, and finally the felcher’s own cock —you do not flinch. You welcome. You expand. You are getting inseminated and you are in ecstasy.

And as the warm, pre-loved tribute of warm semen settles deep inside you, delivered finally by the noble felcher’s cock who makes sure the cum is deep inside you, you exhale softly, a single tear escaping your eye—not of sadness, but of spiritual fulfillment.

The Sensation: The Warmth of History

The texture is different. It carries with it the whisper of the man before you—the one who received it inside him first, the one who felt it freshly in his hole. You seek him out and he places his tongue in your mouth and you kiss and embrace and are connected as One.

You sense his pleasure folded into the cum inside your hole now, like air in a perfect soufflé. You do not just feel filled. You feel included.
You are part of a lineage now. A chain of ecstasy. A daisy of decadence.

The Afterglow: Reflection and Gentle Arrogance

You lie back, hole twitching in gratitude, and think: Why was I not told of this sooner?

You feel cultured. Completed. You imagine commissioning a small fresco to commemorate the moment.

If offered a cigarette, you respond: “No, thank you. I am filled.”

Conclusion: The Final Initiation of the Gentleman Libertine

Let the inexperienced boast of numbers.
Let the brash brag about size.

But only the refined, the daring, the cosmopolitan epicure of indulgence knows the sublime elevation of being second—not in line, but in legacy.

For in that moment—filled with the gift of another’s gift—you are no longer just a man.
You are a vessel of echoes,
a museum of shared pleasure,
a true aristocrat of the art of excess.

Edited April 7 by noyes019
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[Tanbbottom]

Beautifully written! An experience to add to my bucket list! The sacrament of a feltched load kinkily deposited and worked deep into my hungry hole .

[Tanbbottom]

As I read this homage to exceptional sex I remembered a different, yet equally as fulfilling experience I had at a sex party at Club 120 in Toronto. That it was a Sunday afternoon adds to the religious experience for me.

My back was on a fuck bench and a handsome younger guys raw cock was pleasuring my hole. An audience started to form around us. 

A young cub in his early 20s arrived beside my head. We started kissing. 

The fellow fucking me asked if I minded if he switched to fuck the cub. I sorta did mind, but knew my much older body (in my 60's) had done well to get the attention it had. Besides I wanted to watch this gorgeous hunky cub get bbed and bred.

As the top switched places and slid his raw cock lubed with my ass juices into the cub, the cub leaned over my naked and prone body. His hairy chest and belly felt amazing on mine, and gave me better than a birds eye view of the action. 

My right hand was free to explore the cubs parted ass lips, as well as the raw ass lubed boner pummeling it.

The excitement and energy of the cub was transferred directly into my body, skin to skin. 

The audience and I encouraged the top and he soon pumped his load deep into the grateful cub lying prone across my body. 

I was incredibly happy I had agreed to this unique sexual sacrament. 

Had I read your story before this experience I hope I'd have had the presence of mind to invite a feltcher from the audience to suck the load out of the cub and lube my ass for as many breegings as this sexual frenzy inspired.