And All I Wanted Was a Mouth on My Cock

 Near Home—May, 2026

My cruising in May started poorly.  I had another respiratory bug at the end of April.  It cleared quickly, but then I had two cancellations for sessions in the playroom.  One guy hurt himself as he was cleaning out and then the guy who wanted to film his hole being opened cancelled when I couldn’t find a videographer. 

The next week, my work gig got in the way of any fun.  It was literally halfway thru the month before I had sex.  I went to the bookstore near me.  I just wanted someone to suck my dick…

 

The place is crowded.  I have to sit along the side wall.  I take my dick out.  A hot man with closely cropped hair and massive arms is near the gay screen.  He reaches for the pretty boy next to him who is stroking.  Soon the hot guy kneels in front of him.  The young guy writhes in exquisite agony and soon gives up his load.  The hot guy swallows every drop.

I make eye contact with the hot guy.  I take my hand away from my dick to show it to him in all its glory.  He gets up, but doesn’t sit near me, but moves to a dad-type who is stroking right across from me.  Soon Hot Guy is sucking him.

The crossdressing Latino comes to me, waving a Magnum.  I tell him no.  I really want a mouth on my dick—and many guys in this setting won’t suck after I fuck—even covered in latex and always with a wash in the restroom to make sure.  He is insistent.  But so am I.  He goes home unhappy.

I watch Hot Guy get another load.  He swallows and sits back in his chair, looking right at me.  I nod.  He does nothing.

I watch the porn and stroke. 

I look back at Hot Guy.  He’s eyeing another guy who has his dick out.  Suddenly he stands up and walks over to me.  He sits in the chair to my left.

“That’s a big cock…”

“Do you want it?”

“It’s too big for me.  I couldn’t take it…”

He sits there a moment and takes his regulation sized dick out.  He strokes to the straight porn. 

“I’m happy to do you,” I tell him.  While it’s not what I wanted, it would at least be something fun.

He shrugs.  And jerks.  I go down on my knees.  He pushes his pants to his ankles.  I begin to suck.  But he can’t stay hard without a cock in his mouth.  As I try to get him hard again, he scootches down in the seat.  So that’s what he wants.  My cock travels along his ass crack.  I hit his tailbone.  He’s not at the right angle.  And he won’t move to the right one.  The tease is fine, but not the actual fuck.

I get up and sit back on my chair.  “If you kneel on the chair, I will be happy to fuck you,” I whisper. 

He looks offended and leaves for the old man who he was going to suck before he came over to me.  He’s on his knees in no time.

I stroke.

The guy I’ve known the longest from here comes in.  He sits next to me, then stands up and strips.  “Suck my cock,” he whispers.  I do.  But the brown bottle is constantly at his nose and his dick refuses to stand up.  I keep trying, while hoping some man will come over to suck me.

Cute College Kid comes in.  He sits in my usual chair and is soon playing with a man who is even older than me—who has a long thin (and hard) dick.  They trade blowjobs, while I keep working on the soft one in my mouth.  Just as I’m about to excuse myself from the guy I’m sucking and go help CCK, the young man explodes all over the naked older guy.  He gets dressed, sees me for the first time and exits with a wave.

Hot Guy leaves having taken load number three.  A few other men follow him out the door.

I excuse myself.  Zip up and take off.

And not a single person has touched my dick but me…

History: Finding the Michigan Bathhouse

History:  Finding the Michigan Bathhouse

Early 1990’s.

I knew I needed to find a Michigan bathhouse.  I had heard that the one in Detroit, the one my brother had taken me to in 1977, had closed almost immediately after HIV hit the gay community.  I don’t know when it closed, but it is not listed in my 1991 Damron’s Guide.

What was listed was the Diplomat.  It was (and is) in Grand Rapids.  That meant it was actually closer to me, living on the west side of the state, than anything would have been in Detroit.  I was currently living alone for a couple of months, as Rob had a job in another state.  I decided to go up on a Saturday night.

It was actually quite easy to find and the there was good neighborhood street parking.  I know now that it had opened in 1980.  My fuck bud Jake has mentioned it was a local dairy.  I was told by the 1990’s manager that vacuum cleaners were repaired and sold there.  Maybe both are true.  By the time I walked in for the first time, it was fairly dreary after a dozen years of operation.  There was a smoking area with porn on the television in a lounge downstairs.  There was a hallway of single rooms past that.  Around a bend was the locker room and larger rooms to rent.  Showers and the sauna were also downstairs, off the single room hallway.  And a staircase that went up to what looked like a black hole.  A box hung on the wall at the base of the stairs with free condoms.

I got a single room.  I remember it being very cheap—and it was good for 12 hours!  I found my room and stripped.  I had already figured out that a jock could become my utility belt.  I could have a small bottle of lube, Magnums and, back then, a bottle of poppers all stuffed in the waistband.  Jake remembers meeting me in boots—but I didn’t wear them in a bathhouse this early.  (That happened later in the decade after almost stepping on a used syringe left in the carpeted hallways of Man’s Country.  The boots, once added, and jock instantly became my play uniform—with the towel over my shoulder, showing off my well stuffed jock.)  But that first night, I am sure I had that towel tightly wrapped around my thin middle.  After all, that’s what all the other men were doing…

I went into the lounge.  One man was stroking to the porn.  A few others were smoking and chatting.  I sat for a while.  The men were friendly and said hello, but it was obvious that these guys had known each other for a long time.  Eventually, I made the rounds to see if there were any open doors.  There was one, with a guy on all fours, but I was not ready to go in and fuck.  I wanted to see what was upstairs.

First, I went into the sauna—which was right at the bottom of the staircase.  I sat alone, enjoying the heat.  But I could hear people on the staircase as they went up or down.  Finally, I stood up, went out and started up the stairs.  It was dark.  There was a room right at the top.  It held a barber’s chair and a sofa that had seen better days.  At the back of this landing, there were rooms to the right and left.  I went to the right.  It was the orgy room with nothing but a stained mattress tossed on the floor.  There were easily six to eight men dogpiled on it.  The action was mostly oral at that moment, but for one bear of a man fucking a skinny college kid.  I was both petrified and totally aroused.  My cock tried to get hard under the fabric of the jock.  I saw used condoms on the floor—but the guy currently fucking was doing it raw.  That made me panic just a little.

I moved slowly away and went into the other alcove off the main room.  Another mattress—and a man was sleeping on it.  But this side was larger—and there was a sling in the opposite corner.  I stepped closer.  The sling was occupied.  A young man with a beautifully rounded ass.  I came even closer.

“Fuck me,” the guy mumbled.  “Need a condom?”

“I have my Magnums.”

“Fuck, yes, a big boy.   Get that thing on…”

This was just what I needed.  I lubed up, rolled it on and sank into his wet hole.  The guy was really very good looking, right around my age (mid-30’s) and knew how to take dick.  He treated me to a great fuck—both of us using everything in our skill sets.

“I would love you to shoot on my stomach,” he panted as he saw I was getting close.  Soon enough, I pulled out, ripped off the condom and covered him.  He swiped a finger through my cum and tasted it when he thought I wasn’t looking. 

We talked a little.  I found out he was often here—and was the boyfriend of the manager.  Both of them became good friends and regular fuck buds.

I went down to my room.  I slept and awoke around 3 am.  I went upstairs and found a new man in the sling.  He didn’t care about condoms, but I used mine.  I fucked him hard and ripped off the latex to cover his cock and balls with my load.

I slept and woke up just as my twelve-hour session was ending.  I went out for breakfast feeling ravenous…

*

After my first trip there, I was going at least once a month, often every weekend.  Guys respected my limits and put up with the latex to get my cock.  Beyond Jake and the young man already mentioned, I made a number of good fuck bud/friends there.  We’d fuck until the wee hours, sleep and go out to eat together.  There were always new men—and there was a seminary close by and those clean-cut young men were pigs on that mattress.

I met Jake, my fisting bud, fairly early after my becoming a regular.  Fisting was another great way for me to have intense sex and stay safe.  I added latex gloves to the list of things in my jock’s waistband.  Jake was there often.  He loved the fuck I would give him, but he lived for my hand.  I watched other men use him and began to understand that I had some natural technique that other men just didn’t possess when they used their hands on an ass.  I can’t begin to compute how much sex Jake and I must have had in those years—as he was there almost as much as I was.

I mostly used the sling, but I also was now very comfortable going in and fucking a guy on all fours who’d left his door ajar.  I really had my pick of the guys.

I was pretty much all about ass up at the Diplomat.  In the early 90’s the jury was out about how safe oral sex was, or even if it was.  I saved my mouth for my partner.   I was really proud of the fact I could tell Rob that I had played safely all the time he was gone.  I just didn’t tell him how often I actually went…

*

Jake has written up our first meet.  I posted it a long time ago.  Here is how he remembered things:  Guest Writer: How Jake Met FelchingPisser

Excuse My Not Writing, I Have a Hairy Hole Waiting...

 

Here I am, once again, making excuses for not writing…

I worked on the next piece of my history as I waited for a house guest to arrive.  I got about half of it done but since my guest got here and got naked, we’ve been very busy—and not at the keyboard.  I will get it done….but not likely until he leaves on Sunday…

So…what else, but a few pics….

Saturday Night Suckers

 Near Home—April, 2026

 

The last sex of my very busy April was at my usual bookstore.  It was the final Saturday night of the month—and I was horned and ready for anything…

 

There is one man in the place.  He’s young.  And sitting in the chair I usually sit in.  I sit next to him.  He is stroking to the straight porn, with an occasional turn of his head to the gay porn behind us.  I pull out my cock and get it hard.  He smirks and nods.  I nod.  Before he can go down on me, the door opens.  A man in his late 40’s comes in.  He sees us and sits next to me.  He pulls his cock out and the three of us stroke, eyeing each other.

Just as I’m about to break the stalemate of who-will-go-down-on-who-first, the young guy stands up and goes to the guy in his 40’s.  He is a handsome man and the youth kneels and begins to suck his bigger than average cock.  The guy groans and reaches for my dick.  He begins to stroke me as the young man sucks his cock.  He gets his balls licked and sucked, too.

“Your turn,” says the young guy.  He knee-walks from the spread legs of the guy he’s left dripping to between mine.  This guy is a natural.  He takes me deep and often.  I know he wants a load—but I’m not there yet.  His tongue is everywhere.  He does my balls, too.  He lifts them so he can lick the ball sweat under them.  Then, with renewed vigor, he’s back on my shaft.

The other guy is no longer watching the porn.  He’s watching me get sucked.  And jerking hard.

The kid finally tires.  He’s been down there on one or the other of us for a long time.  He gets up and sits back in his chair.   The good-looking guy in his 40’s stands up to stretch.  And kneels between my legs.  His skills are good, though not quite as good as the youngster.  He licks everywhere the 20-something left wet.

When he sits back on his chair, the youngest man is back on the guy who just sucked me.  He’s sure that sucking me will have turned him on enough so he can get a load.  But it doesn’t work.  Just as I think the 40-something is going to shoot, he stops the young man by taking his own cock into his hand.

The young guy does me again, but briefly.  Within minutes, he’s had enough.   He stands up, zips up and takes off.  The two of us look at each other and shrug.  In moments, the 40-something is back on my cock.  Sucking for the goal.

The door opens.  A guy in his late 30’s walks in.  He nods to me and sits slightly away from us.  He is tall and thin.  He takes out his cock and leisurely jerks as he watches my cock get sucked.

The guy in his 40’s is very aware of a new man watching him suck dick.  And he’s not pleased.  Suddenly, he gets up and goes into the restroom.  I hear the water running as he washes up.  He is out of the restroom in a hurry and main door shuts behind him, with more sound than necessary.

I shrug at the younger man.  He smiles, glancing in the direction of the departed cock sucker.  He gets up and kneels between my legs.  The third mouth of the night is on me.  He’s good.   He does everything the other two have done for me, but with a little something extra.  When he deep throats me, by instinct, my hands go to the back of his head and hold him there.  He chokes and I instantly let go.  He pulls off me.  Beaming.

He catches his breath and he goes down on me again. 

Suck.  And deep throat. 

Hold.  And choke.

He comes up for air.  “That is so hot!” he murmurs.

“May I fuck your face?”

He eagerly gets up and sits.  I stand in front of him.  I grab his ears and begin a slow in and out of his mouth, not deep, just enough to make him pant, when I pull out.

“Yes,” he hisses.

I do it again.  Picking up speed.  It’s a very fast in and out, but not deep.  I pull out. 

He pants.  “Give it to me deep.”

I begin a deep face fuck.  He can take it.  And he is loving it.  The slim guy  is jerking like crazy as I pummel his face.  For a split second I worry that I will get him off too soon.  And then I feel it.  I’m the one who’s going shoot.

My thrusts are now all about my pleasure.  I pant, on the edge.  I slow down—but I can’t stay there.  I rev up and pound into his throat.

“FUUUUCK!”

I begin shooting.  My balls empty.  He swallows fast—as I’ve pulled out slightly so he can taste his reward.  He grabs my balls and won’t let me go.  He cleans me up, no matter how much I squirm…

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Exploring Dominic's Second Hole

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I got a message on AssPig, the fisting site.  A man from one of the western states was going to be in Michigan on business.  He wondered if I was close to where his meeting was going to be.  I told him I lived about an hour away.  It took maybe three more messages each to agree we were attracted to each other and to set the date and time.  And just like that, I had a date to warm my cock and hands in a hot looking ass…

 

The doorbell sounds.  It’s Dominic.  He’s likely mid-40’s, though he looks younger.  He is thin and lithe, and as he strips down, he shows off some tats that are true works of art.  His hair is darkish blond and cropped short.  I ditch my robe.  We are both naked now but for jocks. We hug.  There is no cock sucking, he just turns and gets on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  His ass is drawing me like a magnet.  I kneel behind him and begin to lick the butt that in the next two plus hours I will get to know very well.

Dominic groans.  “Eat that fuck hole.”  I thrust deeper into him, spitting into his hole at the same time.  I lube my cock with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall and watches me open him up.  I fuck slowly—going very deep inside this younger man.  Finally, I speed up, so that my balls are slapping his ass with every stroke.

I pull out.  “Let me taste it!” 

I bring my wet cock to him.  He swallows me down.  His tongue gets very busy.  He pulls off me, with a satisfied moan.  I re-lube and fuck him again.  As I do so, I pick up the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip it in the tub of liquid coconut oil.  I smear it around the stainless-steel head while I fuck.  I pull out and twist the BBB into him.  He moans.  It grows to a groan as I add my cock.  I fuck him hard, driving the toy a little deeper into him with every stoke as my cockhead smashes into the metal.

I ‘make’ him clean my cock again, leaving the BBB in place.  I fuck him once more, now just using his added spit for new lube.  Dominic is pushing back on me—driving the BBB and my dick even deeper into his ass.

I finally pull out.  I am cleaned once again.  Coconut oil is new to him and he loves it.  We move to the sling. He hops in and has his feet in the stirrups before I can help him.  I kneel and eat his ravaged hole.  His ass lips are engorging and I can’t keep them out of my mouth.  I spend a long time on the floor before I stand up and fuck.  I can’t take my eyes off his expressive face. 

I grease up the eggheaded dildo.  It slides into him easily.  “Nice,” he mutters.  His eyes get bigger as I add my cock.  My dick glides along the ribbed shaft—giving me a different pleasure than what he is feeling.  I fuck with it below my dick for most of the time, though for a moment I reverse things.

I want to crank him open.  He’d eyed the speculum the moment he walked into the playroom.  I grease it up and slide it into him.  “Oh, yeah…” he moans as I begin the slow crank open.  He tells me he loves the stretch of a good speculum.  I have it open enough now that I can add my cock.  His eyes go wide again as I begin to fuck into his splayed open hole.  “That’s new…” he whispers.  “Nice…”

I pull out and open him a bit more.  I fuck him again.  Eventually, I crank it shut and pull it out.  I go get the Seahorse.  With its gentle widening girth, it is a great last toy before I settle down for working my hand into him.  He nods in rhythm as I work it into him:  curve up, curve down, curve up…

My left hand is covered in the lube he brought for me to use.  It’s an easy glide into his hole.  Two fingers.  Three.  Four.  And the thumb, pressed against my palm.  I do a slight twist of my hand and I am fully inside him.  He is wet and hot and welcoming.  I stay still for a long moment before I inch my way into him.  With this first fist in him, I can actually touch my middle finger to the bend—his second hole.

I work myself out, re-grease and slip into him again.  He is an amazing player, knowing just how to help me get inside him.  I lean in, my cheek to his chest, as I work into him.  I am rewarded with two fingers going around the bend.  I grease up the right.  He takes it just as easily.  So many men have trouble with my right hand, but not Dominic.  He opens his ass—and on the first try, I have my middle finger at the bend.  I go back to a freshly lubed left hand.  I work slowly…deeper and deeper.  His eyes glaze and I find that I have three fingers stroking his second hole—causing yet another full body orgasm.

We take a break.  I pull out the rimseat.  I can’t wait to eat his hole again after all the stretching.  I get under and Dominic shuts the lid.  “Love this…” he says as he sits down on the seat.  My tongue goes deep.  He gasps.  He kneads the bulge in his jock.  I bliss out and just keep sucking on those plump ass lips or drilling as deep as possible into him.  I don’t remember if I suggested he ride me or not—but suddenly he is up and settling his hot ass on my drooling cock.  He pounds down on me. Then he’s back on my face, his ass freshly wet and delicious.  I have a moment where I have to stop stroking myself, the pleasure is so intense.

Dustin wants to go back to all fours on the bench.  I grease up both hands.  I work the left in.  Now the right.  Back and forth.  But I realize he is at a point where my alternating hands can go faster.  Soon I am truly punch fisting him—and he is egging me on as I do it.  Left.  Right. Left.  Right.  A pause and then again.

“Perfect,” he tells me before suggesting the sling.  “I own the Cutler X, too.  I’d love for you to use it on me.  He moves to the sling and I grab the toy.  I have used it but not often.  I grease up the massive toy.  After all we’ve done tonight, Dominic takes it.  I stop when it’s halfway up him.  I slide it out, re-grease and this time he masters three-quarters of the toy.  Once more I lube it up—and he takes all but the last inch or so.

I move back to hand…slow exploration after all the punching.  My cheek on his abdomen, feeling my hand below me explore his depths.

It’s late—and his hole is tiring.  “Can you send me home with a load?”

I nod.  “All I’ll need to do is lick your ass and I’ll be hard again.”  I kneel and do just that.  My cock is aching to be inside him once more.  I slide in—he bears down on me, milking my dick.  In moments I am giving him just what he wants…

*

I received a text from him just as I was about to turn out my light for the night:  “My hole is happy!” 

I was, too…