The Inconvenient Amnesia of FelchingPisser

 I have always found that I need to set up a routine to write…often it was the same time of day to sit and type.  Evening, as the day wound down, or late night seemed to work well for this blog.  I always had a mental image of me lying next to some hot naked man in a darkened room and whispering the contents of these posts into his ear…and watching the reaction the words caused.

Well, I’m fighting to get that routine back.  Between retirement, the pandemic and moving I have lost it.  I actually have more time (but less to report!).  Lately, it has been so much easier to catalog my books or hang a picture or figure out what is in an unlabeled box than get in the right frame of mind to write. 

And now I have lost some of what I did.  I have always been between two weeks and two months behind in my write ups.  But October is suddenly six months ago.  I have some notes…but I can’t see faces.  I don’t hear what was said.  Did he cum?  Did I?  I don’t know.  I could string the notes together with what I would guess transpired, but dammit, I always said I’d tell the truth here.

The three meets, significantly, were all with men I had not met before.  They were all good sessions.  So I want to record them.  At least what I know.  Theses entries will be likely be short.  And slightly disjointed.  I am aiming to do one a day.  To get me back in the habit…

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My Playroom—October, 2020

A couple who first contacted me in the summer when I had others in the house, arrived for an afternoon session early in the month.  October was still a month where Michigan looked like the worst was behind us.  They were cute/handsome in that ageless Peter Pan way of many gay men.  (I think they may be blog readers…which makes me sadder I can’t be specific.) 

One was all bottom.  One was more top—but he wanted to try on my cock for size.

I know we spent a lot of time with mutual oral.  The three of us each took turns kneeling and sucking the other two men to full hardness.  (I love two dicks fighting for attention.)  It led easily to getting the bottom on the fuckbench.  The top was in his partner’s mouth.  I opened the bottom’s hole with my tongue…and slid in easily.  I noted we rotated on the bench…the bottom grooving on this constant ass to mouth from the two of us.

 

I listed the toys I used on the bottom but have no idea whether they were used on him now on the bench or later in the sling—the egg headed dildo, the open black silicone tunnel that stretched his hole for us, the balls of increasing size and the black butt plug—all were pressed into his hungry hole.

At some point I had the top/vers man on the bench, too.  He was tight.  Very tight.  He took it like a man…but it didn’t last long.

I know the bottom loved the sling.  It was noted in capital letters in my notes.  I think they might have been buying one soon.  Again, we must have taken turns on him.  Did I play with the bottom’s nips when not in his hole?  Did I rim the top on the backstroke as he fucked?  Or did I get under the sling and lick the underside of the top’s cock as he fucked his partner?  I wish I knew.

I noted they had never used a rimseat.  I mostly ate the top’s ass as the bottom rode me, but I know I had the bottom’s juicy ass dripping into my mouth after his long ride.  The top sucked me as I ate his partner out.

I bet we used the sling to get off.  I am guessing his partner would have cum first…so I could fuck in it and felch…Did I share?  It is lost in my personal fog…

A Quick Photo

 Thinking of you....

Keshawn Seeks My Brand of Covid Relief

 My Playroom—October, December 2020 and January 2021

The number of Covid cases in Michigan in October was quite low.  I played more that month than any other in this horrible year, always talking a lot to my potential partners in how they were dealing with it all.  Being basically retired, I could also isolate myself after each meet and monitor things.

 Keshawn has appeared a number of times in these pages.  But I have never used his name.  We met at CLAW one year in the middle of an orgy.  We took turns on some very lucky men.  If I am big, he is huge.  We have fucked in tandem in Cleveland, and at Cum-Unions in both Chicago and Indy.  Our usual MO is to move through a room full of bottoms and plunder as many as possible. 

Keshawn is also versatile.  I have fucked him a number of times while his monster is up some hot ass. But we have never played one on one.  He had been celibate all summer—and was incredibly tired of his own hand.  We talked about a meet.  He was more than ready.  We thought about a third to give him a bottom, but decided against it.  He was fine when I told him about the limited play I had been doing.  He came up to be one of the last men in my old playroom—and then met me again two more times in my new digs.  They were short meets—extremely focused on my making a meal of his ass and fucking his load out of that big cock.

Keshawn is tall and well defined.  As I age, I find it harder and harder to pin down how old someone is--he could be anywhere from 27 to 37.  His ass is full.  Very full.  At the large gatherings, I had spent very little time with my tongue up him.  That was about to change…

 

It’s been a long drive for him.  And he is now in the shower.  Soon enough he emerges.  He is as boisterous as ever as we chat as we go up the stairs to the playroom.  He loves the arrangement of equipment.  He tosses off the robe I lent him, revealing some designer backless underwear before kneeling on the padded floor.

“Let me taste that Daddy dick of yours…”

He doesn’t wait for me to remove it from my jock.  He inhales the pouch and begins to mouth it.  I am almost instantly erect as this young man chews the fabric, pulling it to the side with his teeth to get at the main course.  He tongues the pre-cum out of my big slit.  He takes me into his mouth—and I harden the rest of the way buried in his throat.  I slowly fuck his face…until he gags.  “So hot,” he gasps out around the cock in his mouth.  I begin again, doing three shallow strokes and then go deep on the fourth.  He gags again.  Delighted.

He stands and I kneel.  I do well tonguing his swollen cock head…and a good three inches down his length—but to open wide enough, I don’t feel like I can cover my teeth.  He doesn’t care.  He uses my mouth for his pleasure.  My hand finds his hot hole.  The moment I touch his pucker, he pulls out of me and gets on the fuck bench.   His ass is there in all its glory.

I kneel again and pull the globes apart.  “Eat my hole.  Rim me good…”

My tongue connects.  He reacts like I have given him an electric shock.  His hand goes under the bench to his cock and begins stroking as I eat him out.  I go up the whole crack with my tongue before zeroing in exclusively on his hole.  I ream.  I spit.  I go deeper and deeper.

I stand up and swipe my dripping cock head down his crack.  “I want to push my pre-cum into you…” I tell him.

He groans and beats harder.  My tongue loves the added flavor.  I pull his cheeks apart again.  He has the softest skin of any man I know.  Finally I have to fuck him.  I stand up.  I go in.  Slowly.  The old inch by inch.  Until I am buried.  Until my unruly reddish bush is flatten against his ass cheeks.

“Fuuuuucccckkkk…” he hisses.                   

I hold.  I pull out just as slowly.  Now I go in faster.  And faster.  Soon I am pile driving his ass.  He is vocal with every thrust.  Calling me a dirty fucker.  Making low guttural noises.  Or just panting. 

And he beats his cock.

I pause and pull out.   I think he likes ass to mouth…and then he commands me to “Bring that thing up here” before I can take the first step.  He cleans me off, relishing my spit and his ass juices all over my hard shaft.

I go back to fucking.  I fuck him harder. 

And do another trip to his mouth.  Again, thoroughly cleaned and spit shined.

This time I kneel and relish the anal lube his ass is producing.  My tongue can’t get enough of his ass slime.

I stand up.  And surprise myself by pissing on his hole.  He gasps—and goes with it…especially when I fall to my knees and lick it all up—pushing some deep inside him.  I fuck him again.  Hard and fast. 

He huffs some poppers—and cleans every millimeter of my cock and balls.

We break for a moment to rest his legs.  We move to the sling.  I fuck him slowly and easily.  His eyes never leave the mirror above him.  Nor his hand from his oversized prick.  I finally speed up and make the chains rattle.

We try a cock clean, but the position is awkward.

I eat his fucked out hole.

I rail into…and eat it out again.

Over and over.

We have a water break.  I suggest the rimseat.  I tell him to use his poppers freely.  His hole opens and as the seat spreads him.  I have a feast…almost feeling smothered by the big bootie filling the space above me.  He is moaning and panting the entire time my tongue works tirelessly to fuck his used hole.

He gets up without any warning.  “I almost shot,” he confesses.  As he helps me up—his hand grazes my ass—then settles on the crack for a long moment.  Part of me wishes I could help him out—but there would be no way with his massive dick.  And he doesn’t ask—instead he eagerly gets in the sling.

“Fuck my cum out of me.  Pile drive my ass, Daddy…”

It doesn’t take long.  I pound his hole.  Balls slapping his ass on every stroke.  And suddenly he fires it off.  The first shot hits his neck.  The rest pools on his abs.  I am so close, but not quite there…I mop up his cum, coat my cock and push back in, Keshawn’s eyes wide.

I blast instantly with all his slickness coating my cock. 

Again and again.

 

 

Keshawn visited twice more in the coming months.  The other two meets were almost identical.  But he always left a very happy man…

The pic is from our second time.

The Cock Out of the Jock

 I ran out of writing time today...so what a good excuse for a dick pic...

The Pandemic Look

  

No Covid weight gain for me...but I grew hair....

Well, Here I Am

 

Thank you to the three guys who commented on the last post.  I am doing well; I am both happy and healthy and loving my new duplex.  I would also like to thank the many men who took the trouble to check in on me during this hiatus—whether they did it via email or on a hook up site or by text. 

I am sure I will be back.  I certainly have a few things to write up--but I have often been celibate for weeks at a time. Somehow during all this, it just felt wrong to record those few meets I managed.  But I will be picking up writing again now--with a few things from my “time away”--but mostly, I think I need to document how I put my toe back in the post vaccination sexual waters.

Light at the End of the Tunnel

 At 1:41 pm today I received my second Moderna Vaccine.