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…