Teddy Takes My Fuck Bud

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Braydon Comes to Play

 My Playroom—April, 2024

 

A few posts ago, I mentioned that Braydon, the man who loves to be used at the bookstore, could not decide if he wanted a one on one in the playroom or another public romp.  We settled on both—the bookstore that day and we made a date to play in the playroom for mid-April.  I checked in with him the day before our scheduled meet to see if that still worked for him.  It did.  I gave him the address again.  He had been to my old residence, just before I moved.  In fact, he was one of the four of us who played in the old playroom for the last time there.  He was excited to see the new set-up.  He arrived right after 2pm…

 

Braydon likes what he sees.  The new space is slightly smaller, but I love how compact and functional it is.  He agrees…and strips off his clothes.  I am already naked but for boots and the jock which had just been worn for the group play.  I lean on the fuck bench and Braydon kneels before me.  He inhales deeply, savoring the fragrance of the well-used garment.

“I fucked four guys on Saturday, wearing this,” I murmur.  “See if you can taste them…”

Braydon digs in.  He begins to lick the pouch.  He keeps moaning in the back of his throat.  My cock erects, causing the jock to distort obscenely.  He peels the fabric back and hungrily takes me into his mouth.  He deep throats me.  He licks my balls.  He licks under my balls as I pull them up.  For a reward, I let him lick up all my precum.

“Get in the sling.  I need to eat your hole.”

He jumps in.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his full ass.  I find his hole.  He is already slightly gaping from the excitement.  My tongue goes into him—deep and wet.  In moments, my cock is slathered with coconut oil.  I stand up and slide in.  I fuck him.  Long and slow.  Using my full length on every stroke.  Braydon uses his Maximum Impact and is in fucking heaven as I plow.

I reach over to the toy shelf and grab the egg-headed dildo.  I pull out, kneel and bury my face in his freshly fucked hole as I lube up the toy.  I pull my tongue out of him and insert the dildo.  He takes it, with ease.  I fuck him with it, pulling it almost all the way out and pushing it back in.  I stand and add my cock.  Telling him just how it feels.  The toy underneath my cock.  The ribbed shaft caressing the underside of my dick.  How my cock head hits the big head of the toy.

I fuck with it in place.  I pull out and go under the toy—but that feels odd.  I go back and fuck him once more with the dildo below my cock. 

I pull out, bringing the toy with me.  I lube up the fat black butt plug.  He gasps as the widest part goes in, but groans in satisfaction as his hole snaps shot around the slender end of it.  I beat my fist on the base, sending vibrations through his ass into his whole body.

“Do that again…” he pleads. 

So, I do.

I move on to the curved, ridged toy GaryM left here.  I am not sure he can take the wide base.  But he does.  Loving the stretch.  I pull it out and eat his hole.  My tongue can now go deeper than before.  I reach for the Butt Bomb, the metal toy with the thin shaft and large oval head.  It feels cold to the touch.  I lube it, but don’t warm it.

“This’ll cool down your ass…”

He moans.  And takes it.  I slowly work it in and out of him a few times.  I stand up and insert my cock.  The cool metal is warming fast, but I can still feel the temperature difference.  My dick head bangs into the big metal orb.  I fuck him—getting the extra stimulation of the toy in his ass.

Finally, we take a break.

“Where do you want to eat my ass?  Sling or Rimseat?”

We go for the sling first.  I get in and he kneels.  Almost reverently.  He starts at my balls and works down.  Licking under them.  Down the hairy perineum.  Around my hole.  Avoiding it.  And then his tongue connects with my pucker.  He groans.  I moan and get lost in the pleasure he is giving me…

*

I only let him stop eating me out when my legs tire of resting on the chains.  We move to the fuck bench.  I fuck him hard and fast.  Bringing my wet cock to his mouth each time I pull out.  Braydon is in pig heaven.  At the end of the third round, I kneel and eat out his wet, gaping hole.  We both are breathing hard.

I set up the rimseat.  He elects to get under it first.  I sit.  It never fails to surprise me what a different feeling it is—for his tongue to get even deeper into me.  To feel almost helpless.  He kneads his crotch as he licks and spits into my hole.  I take a hit of poppers.  The porn in front of me happens to be a moment of rimming.  I finally close my eyes—and just concentrate on his tongue and the pleasure he is giving me.

We switch.  I eat his stretched-out ass, but not for long.  My balls are screaming for release.  And I want to bury my seed as deeply into Braydon as I can.  In a few minutes, I tap his thighs and tell him to get in the sling.  This two-hour session has made my swimmers beg for a hot, dark hole.

The moment he takes his hit of Maximum Impact, I eat his hole briefly.  I stand up and fuck.  His eyes are on the mirror above him.  Watching my engorged cock pound into him.  Over and over.

I do one more brief licking of his wet hole.  In seconds, I stand back up, push deep and explode…

“Take it…” I grunt.  I grab the top bars of the sling frame and hang on as my balls empty into him…

*

Braydon’s first playroom session, in my old house, is here:  A Farewell Fourway.

Nine Tops and Only Six Bottoms

 Grand Rapids—March, 2024

 

In the middle of the month, I headed north for group sex.  I took the fuck bench and the rimseat.  The Host was expecting a large group.  He had more men coming than his small house could comfortably hold.  Well, in the end, men being men, a third of them showed up.  Fifteen gay began stripping down in the living room…

 

It is a good mix of men I know from this group and men who are new to me.  A young Black man sits on the couch to kick out of his jeans.  His mouth happens to find my dick before I can pull my jockstrap into place.  He’s good.  In a moment, I return the favor, kneeling between his splayed legs.  He reaches down and grabs a butt cheek, working down to my hole.  I straighten up and we do that sort of awkward, ‘well, I’m all top’ thing.  As is he…

I go up the stairs.  To the left of the steps is the room with the sling; to the right is a double bed, covered in a leather throw and my rimseat.  (The bench is downstairs in the living room.)  I know one man in the knot of men checking each other out before getting down to it.  He is 20 years younger than I am, slightly pudgy, with a shaved head.  I haven’t seen him since Covid and the last time I fucked him was at the bookstore/bathhouse in the center of the state.  I go over to him and he goes to his knees.  As he sucks me, I look around.  There is a couple, both bearish and in their late 40’s or early 50’s, one very obviously the top to his very tatted, muscled up boy.   Another man looks familiar.  He is a wearing a cum dump T-shirt. 

The Black Top arrives from downstairs.  The tatted ‘boy’ sucks his daddy.  The Black Top begins fingering the hole of the cum dump.  I get my man off his knees and onto the bed.  “All fours,” I bark out.  He does.  I eat out his hole that tastes very soapy.  I stand up.  The Black Top is already fucking Cum Dump.  I slide into my man.  He’s tight.  And I stay still for longer than usual to get him to relax. 

Cum Dump is pulling slightly away from Black Top to try to get the Daddy’s dick in his mouth and away from his boy.  He manages to do just that.  He is suddenly being spit roasted and moaning from the assault of the two cocks.   I begin to fuck.

The Host joins the proffered asses on the bed.  The Black Top switches to his hole, making the Daddy turn Cum Dump around and use him.  I fuck—but keep watching the expression on Tatted Boy’s face.  He is all smiles; he loves seeing his Daddy use other men. 

Soon the Black Top pulls out of the Host.  I offer him the hole I’ve just fucked.  But he wants Tatted Boy.  And gets him.  He slides into his hole and begins to rut.   The Tall Top, from my last trip here, has joined us.  He is in the Cum Dump.  Daddy moves to me—and I let him have Shaved Head’s ass.

I stand to the side and stroke.  I want Tatted Boy.  I finally get Cum Dump.  I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  Words spill out of him—all explicit in what he wants done to him tonight.  I keep drilling him and slapping his very round butt cheek.  I also watch Daddy fuck Tatted Boy.  I make a mental note that I will get into him before the night is done…

*

It’s an odd night.  I am fucking…but only between three asses:  Cum Dump, Shaved Head and just once with a man with a hairy chest—who couldn’t deal well with other’s watching him get fucked.  The party has divided.  Which I don’t like.  I love having us all in the two rooms so we can see and inspire each other.  But tonight, about half the men are downstairs playing on the couch.  I don’t get into the Host the entire night; he never comes back upstairs.

During the course of the evening, I also notice that there are six bottoms and nine tops.  No vers men at all.  I have never had to wait for a hole here.  But I keep rimming and fucking when it’s my turn.  The men keep going downstairs for food.  I am left with Cum Dump.  And that’s a good thing.

“I am so thirsty for piss…” he murmurs.

I have just gotten him out of the sling where I was incredibly deep in his hole.  My bladder is full enough to piss.  “It will be strong,” I warn him.

“So much the better.”

I put my semi-hard cock in his mouth.  It takes time, but the piss begins to flow.  He gurgles happily and gropes himself through his jock as I give him every drop I can.  He is terrific at taking it all.  Not a drop is spilled.  When the stream finally peters out, he surprises me by standing and kissing me—yellow balling some of my piss into my mouth.  I groan—but don’t swallow.  I point to the sling.  He hops in.  I tongue the piss in my mouth up his hole.  He groans in acknowledgement of what I’m doing. 

Then I fuck it deep into his guts…

*

I finally ask Daddy, as we stand next to each other downstairs, if I can fuck Tatted Boy.  He agrees.  The three of us go upstairs.  “How do you want him?” Daddy asks.

“On all fours would be great.  I really want to eat that ass everyone else has been in.”

This excites Daddy.  Tatted Boy gets in place and I chow down as Daddy strokes himself.  TB’s hole is wet and wonderful.  I tongue it and fuck it and tongue it again. 

“Rimseat,” I mutter, as I pull out of his juicy slit of a hole.

I get under.  Tatted Boy sits.  Daddy feeds him cock as I eat out his muscle ass…

*

I am alone upstairs with Cum Dump again.  “I want to lick your ass, Daddy,” he tells me.  We start in the sling.  Cum Dump can’t get enough of my hole.  He slobbers all over my ass.

We move to the rimseat.  I think he wants me to go under it, but he lies down first and pulls the seat into place.  I sit.  He hands me poppers and tells me to use them.  My hole opens and his tongue feels like it as deep as anyone has ever been.

And he gets me ready to shoot with that tongue working into me.

We go back to the sling.  I do a cursory rimming of him and plunge into his ass.

“Breed me…”

I fuck him.  Hard.

“Give me your load!”

I pick up the pace. 

“Do anything you want to me, to get you off…”

My hand comes down hard on his ass.  The sound fills the room as his hole spasms and tightens around my ever moving cock.

“Fill me up…”

My other hand finds his throat.  I squeeze.  Beginning to cut off his air.

He nods and wheezes. 

And I’m there.  I shoot spurt and spurt into him.  I hold onto the chains and stay in place…hoping for more piss to really fill him up…

A Surprise Email--Fornication Weekend

My Computer—April, 2024

Two days ago, when I switched on the computer and checked the blog over my morning cup of tea, I couldn’t help but notice that something was happening.  In a good way.  The numbers for people viewing the blog were high, almost my usual daily total already at 7:00am.  I was pleased but thought no more about it until I opened my email. 

In my inbox was the newsletter for Fornication, the sex party I occasionally attend.  This email was all about the upcoming Fornication Weekend and Fan Fest. 

I read the testimonials from two of last year’s participants, content creator Rusty Taylor and porn star Jordi Massive, telling about the positive experiences they had at Fornication Weekend.  The third picture was me.  This one, to be exact.

The text under it read: ‘Charles Wolfe aka FelchingPisser, posted on his blog about the Fornication Fan Fest Experience last year in a 6 part series.  Below is an excerpt, but you can read the full experience…” and then the links to the six pages.

In the body of the email they chose to reprint my fucking of pornster Eden Daniels.  And the folks of the Fornication mailing list who read that little bit, were clicking on the links and reading.  A lot.  My numbers soared, all day.  I was pleased by that, of course.  But more by the fact that I do think my writing let’s guys know just how hot the Fornication Party will be—and just how relaxed and informative the rest of the weekend feels.  They have a found a perfect home at Timberfell Campground—it’s a great partnership.

If you have ever considered going to a Fornication event, the weekend is a great way to begin.  You meet the men, have discussion groups, play a little, see demo’s, watch porn filming (or be in it, as I was) all before the massive party.

So, yes, I am going back this year.  Once again, I will pack my sling and in be in my own corner of Pig Heaven at the Fornication Party…

 

It you want to read about last year (again) or for the first time, here are the links.

Fornication Weekend—The Set-Up

FW—FP Show It Off

FW:  Ray’s Demo—and the Main Event (part One)

FW:  The Party Continues (conclusion)

FW:  Picture Bonus

FW:  The Last Hurrah

 

And for more info on how to book, the link to the Fornication Weekend website page.

“Daddy, You Need that Sucked…”

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One in His Mouth and Me in His Ass

 Near Home—April, 2024

 

The next day after my trip to Lansing with Muscle Ass, I was still wanting more sex.  Was there something in the water?  I haven’t had sex three days in a row for sometime now.  But I didn’t question it—I just went to the bookstore…

 

I am in the cocksucker’s seat.  Men are milling.  A tall, thin man around my age comes in.  I’d seen him out in the parking lot.  He still sports his hair at its 1977 length.  He stands beside me and pulls out a tiny, flaccid dick.  He flogs it, desperate to get hard.

“May I suck you?” he mumbles.

I nod.  Almost immediately I regret it.  His style is to hold the head of my cock in his ovaled mouth and jerk my dick.  His hand is jerking me hard and is way too tight around the shaft.  I ask him politely to loosen his grip.  He grunts and eases up for about 30 seconds, then it’s right back to strangling my dick with his left hand.

I ask him to stop.  He goes towards the front of the room and finds another man to manhandle.

A much larger man, also my age, comes in.  He goes right to the floor.  He takes the tip of my cock into his mouth and licks.  It feels good after the mauling from the first man.  I wait for him to continue.  And wait.  My cockhead is held in place with his lips and his tongue never stops licking, but that’s the extent of his cock sucking. 

I finally excuse myself and go next door to the gay theatre.  I watch and stroke along with two other men who are only interested in each other.  Finally, I go back to my first seat.  As I come in, I see that the tall, thin guy with the long hair is now hard and getting blown by the man he was manhandling when I left. I smile when I see that his hardon is from his own hand working itself up his now naked ass.

I stroke.  I resign myself to a wasted trip.

But all it takes is the door opening one more time.

It’s Teddy.  The man from a few days ago who started our first meeting by crawling to me from the man he’d just got off and sucking my cock.  I ended up fucking him, using spectator’s cum for lube.  (If you haven’t read that entry, here’s the link.)

Teddy comes right up to me.  He goes to his knees and swallows me down.  He is everything I missed in the other two men on my dick today—smooth, wet and inventive with his tongue.  He pulls off me only to lick my balls, remembering how much I liked it before.  He licks them individually.  Then lifts them gently to lick under them.  A careful sucking of them, individually, into his mouth.  And then back to lifting them and licking around my cockring once more.

The scent of my ball sweat is intoxicating to him.  He stops occasionally to just inhale.

“Can I pull your pants down?” he murmurs.  He doesn’t really wait for my answer.  He just tugs, while I raise my hips and they are down around my ankles in moments.  He leaves the semi-dirty jock in place.  He pulls it aside and licks from my cock ring all the way down my hairy perineum.  His tongue brushes the very top of my pucker, but doesn’t go there.  He licks back up to my balls, skipping them and slowly up my shaft.  He cleans all my precum off the head. 

Then he does it all again, but in reverse.  Ending millimeters from my ass hole.  I toy with pushing his head down…but at that moment, he rocks back on his heels and says: “Fuck me.”

“Yes.”

He stands up and steps out of his shoes and pants, tossing them on another chair.  I bend him over the back of the seats in front of us.  I squat down and eat his ass for a moment.  He squirms—and his breathing becomes ragged.  I dig into his slightly open hole, though I find no evidence anyone else has been here today. 

“Fuck me…” he pleads.

I stand up and insert.  I glide home easily, bottoming out.  The long-haired guy from before watches, his hand still up his ass.  I fuck.  Hard.  Fast.  With little mercy.  Just the way he showed me he liked it.

The door opens.  A man in his 40’s who looks like he should be doing my taxes, steps in.  He instantly unzips as he sees the fuck in progress.  The guy is sporting a nice cock.  Hard and red.

“You want his mouth?” I grunt out.

“Sure.”

He moves around and sticks his cock in Teddy’s mouth.  This is heaven for this pig.  Teddy slobbers on the new cock, but never forgets to work his ass around my cock.

“Can I shoot in his mouth?”

“Or you can fuck him…”

“Naw, but I’d cum on his ass, if you want.”

I grin and nod.  I think he knows what I want to do with his load.

I slap Teddy’s ass.  It spasms and he squeezes down on me.  “Good, boy...” I grunt.

“Come on, cocksucker,” the accountant commands.  “You have a great mouth—use it to get my load.”

Teddy is in pig heaven.  He works both his holes, slurping on the cock in his mouth noisily. 

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.  Right here…”

And he does.  His knees buckle and he grabs Teddy’s shoulders.  You can see his hips shudder as he spews out his cum.

“Don’t swallow it all,” I bark out.

The guy pulls out of his mouth.  He smears the last drop of cum on Teddy’s cheek with his drooling dickhead before he pulls himself together.  I pull out of Teddy’s ass and lean over, my hand under his mouth.  He spits the guy’s jizz into it.

“I’m coating my cock with your load, man…”

The guy stops zipping up to watch my slimy cock enter Teddy’s ass.

“Ah, fuck…” he moans.

The two of us fucking love the glide of all that jizz.  I fuck happily, telling the guy how deep I’m plowing his load.

I finally pull out and look at his hole.  It is ringed with cum.  I kneel and lick it all up.  I swallow some, but most I spit back into him.  I felch a little more before I feel my balls telling me they need to unload.

I stand back up and fuck until my dick shoots some of my load into him.  No fireworks, just spitting cum into him.  I eat him again, jerking my cock harder.  This time, when I fuck, I have the full orgasm.  My load erupts, sending every nerve ending into overdrive.

I collapse on his back and just hang on…

Off to the Dentist

 

At the time I usually publish my posts, I will be sitting in a dental chair getting my teeth cleaned.   It’s a slight trip to get there—as I still see my dentist in the town I where I grew up.  For years, I did it for I didn’t have a permanent address as my work took me all over the country.  And it was also a good excuse to see my parents afterwards.  It makes no real sense now…except I like my dentist. 

The man who poked and prodded in my mouth for my adolescence and as a young adult was a talkative bear of a man, who kept up a running patter.  Non-stop. Talking about anything and everything—and rarely anything about the state of my teeth (which are excellent, for those dying to know….)

 One of the last times I saw him he told me his son would be taking over the practice.  At my next appointment, the hygienist finished the cleaning and announced the ‘young doctor’ would come give me the final examination.  It took a moment—but then the most handsome man I could’ve conjured up came in, all smiles.   He put on his latex gloves and his fingers were in my mouth, poking and prodding as he checked for gum recession.

I have rarely had a health professional I would fuck.  In a heartbeat.  He talked, too, but he actually wanted responses to what he asked.  I have seen him mature, get married and announce the birth of his children.  He is a handsome middle-aged man now.

And I still enjoy the image of his fingers in my mouth when I close my eyes…

*

The picture is taken from a protest by French dentists.  They were feeling naked without the proper PPE during Covid, so, being French, they stripped!