I Need a Sex Photographer

 

Here is the outtake picture from my session with Keshawn.  It was the last picture taken of that series.  I find that I am not good at taking pics in the middle of sex.  This was the last of the five taken—and you can tell I’m thinking about photos instead of sex, dammit.

There are other times my hands are just too greasy to pick up a camera to catch that developing rose bud or cum dripping hole.  I would love to have someone who would be on call to document certain play sessions.  I think most of my men would be totally up for it.  Not to mention most of the guys I play with would let you use them as your honorarium…

Keshawn Rides My Cock

 Indianapolis—July, 2022

 

Readers may remember my computer issues in July.  My computer was giving me fits for most of my time away from home.  One day it would work and on the next day two characters would appear with a single key stroke.  By the last full week of the month, I knew I had to replace it.  I asked Keshawn if he would go shopping with me.  He would.

I arrived at his house.  Of course, we decided to fuck first…

 

“Did you bring the sling?”

I have to admit I didn’t.  There was no room in my car for it with all the other things I had to bring for my job. 

“It doesn’t matter.  There’s always the bed.”

For all the times I’ve been in his apartment, we have never used it for sex.  I have slept there, but sleep is not on either of our minds right now.

We both strip naked, well, down to black athletic socks for me.  I sit and Keshawn kneels between my legs.  He slobbers over my cock in the best possible way.  It’s a very wet blow job.  He is stroking his massive cock while I lie back and enjoy his mouth.

“Fuck, do my balls, too.”

He does.  Leaving them as wet as my cock. 

We change places.  I don’t try to take him into my mouth for fear of nicking his huge head—but I lick every inch of his shaft and balls.  I roll him onto his back by lifting his legs and licking his ass crack.  I hear the poppers open and then his groan as I poke into his pucker, the moment the vapor does its work.  He opens easily.  He is so ready for my cock.

“Fuck me,..” he moans.

I lube myself as I eat him out.  I stand up, bend a little and push into him.  There is a moment of pressure—and then I slide in.  All the way.  Every inch of me is buried in his sweet ass.  I hold for a moment as my feet slip on the carpeting—but then I begin to fuck.  A slow drilling of his hot hole.

My long legs tire faster than usual with the low bed.  We change up.  I sit again and Keshawn cleans my cock.  He loves the taste of his ass on my dick.  We grease up and he rides me.  It’s a hot shot—that black ass on the white shaft.  I grab my camera.

When he gets off me, I have him bend over the corner of the bed.  It’s my turn to taste our fuck juices.  I kneel behind him.  I lick and swallow his ass jizz flavored by my precum.  I make sure to use my beard as I rim.

“On your back.”

Keshawn complies.  This is an even lower bend to get into him, but I really want to watch his face as I thrust into him.  I’m not disappointed, he shows his pleasure repeatedly as I pound away.  He inches back and I go with him.  Soon I am no longer standing, but kneeling on the bed, still working my cock deep into his hole.

We break for water.  And cock sucking.  And rimming.

I have him stand at the corner of the bed again.  He braces himself.  This time I don’t rim him there, but I fuck him.  I fuck him hard enough he loses his balance and we both collapse on the bed.  Laughing.

We go back to Keshawn on his back.  I am pretty sure he knows he is close and wants his cum all over his chest and not the sheets.  I bend enough to spit on his hole and again on my still slick cock.  I fuck into him.  He beats his cock faster and faster.  He moans and shoots a huge load all over his chest.  I mop some up with my left hand and coat my cock.  I push my jizz drenched dick back into him.  I fuck no more than four strokes before I am shooting myself deep inside him…

 

Short and sweet—and leaving us time to shop.  I loved the idea that we went to the store with my cum still inside him!

"You Never Fucked Me"

 And now back to business as usual…

 

Indianapolis—July, 2022

I had a night off.  I talked online with a man about a meet.  Forever.  As we progressed, it turned out we wanted very different things.  After wasting a lot of time, I signed off and drove into the bathhouse.  I had not been there at night during this trip.  The men who came in the evening were a very different group—a little younger and thinner, but still within 10 to 15 years of me. 

A fit man with a receding hairline wanted my cock.  Covered.  We fucked for a bit with an extremely tight regular condom covering ever millimeter of me.  I felt very little sensation—and he squirmed in some pseudo fit of passion, inspired by his over use of poopers.  He writhed so much that he pulled himself off me constantly.  The fifth time he rolled off my cock, in just the first few minutes, panting how good it was, I said good night and left his room. 

The place was pretty sparse of men now.  I was ready to just cut my losses and go back to my rental apartment.  I sat in the small porn room to collect myself.  The video there was just good enough to revive my cock.  A man walked in.  And, boy, did my luck change…

 

He stops dead in the doorway.  He looks at my boots.  My jock, with the discolored pouch pushed to one side of my rigid shaft.  My leather wristband.  And finally, up to my face.  He is tall-ish and blond.  Handsome.  His body was once incredibly defined, and it still looks great, though softer now at 50 something.   He has a towel around his waist.  It drops.  He is wearing a designer jock—really more backless underwear.

“I know you.”

I nod.  “We met when I was working down here last year.  You sucked my cock.”

It’s his turn to nod.  “May I?”

He kneels.  Sure of my answer.  He sighs and takes me into his mouth. 

Fuck, yes.  He is born to suck.  He is wonderfully wet.  His teeth are never an issue with my girth.  He takes me down, choking himself on purpose.  We both love to hear him gag.  Each time he does, he comes up, gasping and happy.

He takes a break and our eyes meet.

“I remembered you as a great cocksucker.  I’m not wrong.”

“You never fucked me.”

“You never asked.”

“I am now—I want this up my ass.”  He shakes my cock as he says it.

I stand up.  I pull his handsome face onto my cock once more.  “Get me good and wet...”

He does, slurping loudly.

I point to the couch.  He scrambles up and kneels on it, leaning his arms on the back.  His muscle butt is perfectly framed by Andrew Christian.  I kneel and stick my tongue deep in his hole.  He groans and grabs his erect cock through the fabric.  I go back and lick the almost hairless crack before zeroing in on his hole once again.

He has three different brands of poppers with him.  He hits the first one.  His hole flowers open.  He is so ready for me.  I spit one last time, stand and my cock head goes in. 

“More lube.  It’s been forever.”

Lube is added.  Now I bottom out.  I fuck slowly, building as I hear his breathing change.  I am soon slamming into his hot butt, rocking the couch he’s kneeling on. 

I pull out.  I eat his ass again.  He is fuckin’ creamy now, and I tell him so. 

I fuck a second round.  When I pull out panting, he swivels on the cushions to clean my cock.  He groans in the back of his throat.  The vibration sends waves through my dick, too.

“Sit and let me suck you.”

I sit.  He gets lost in sucking my cock.  This time he spends a lot of time on my balls.  Lifting them.  Getting my cock ring super wet.  Tonguing my taint.  And a little lower yet.

"You want to eat my ass?”

He nods, pulling my legs up.  I roll back on the couch, my ass at the perfect angle for his rimming.  He tosses me one of his bottles of poppers.  I let his tongue work my hole before I take the hit.  I begin to babble and tell him how good he is making me feel.  The rim session goes on a long time—there is no other place either of us would rather be.

Finally, I have to fuck him again.  My cock is aching for his hole.  He lies on his back this time.  He is really low for my long legs.  “The sling is right around the corner—let’s go there.”

He nods.  Happily.  I get him in.  It’s my turn to rim.  Forever.  And fuck him, watching that handsome face contort and then relax.  He poppers up and pants out his pleasure.  I fuck.  Loving the better angle and the sound our sweaty bodies make as they slap together.

I pull out.  I need to catch my breath.  “Get in the sling.  Let me eat your hole again.”

Well, fuck!  We exchange places.  He kneels and sinks into my still damp hole.  He gives me a different bottle of poppers.  It’s my turn to pant.  He eats me out, making wet slurping sounds as he does it.

“Kiss me.  Let me taste my ass…”

He comes up and we kiss.  A long time.  Passionate and wet.  It makes him sink to his knees, lick me again—and bring my sweaty taste once again to my mouth…His cock is rampant as we kiss.

The kiss breaks. 

I whisper in his ear.  “I really want to breed you.  May I?”

His answer is to kiss me harder.  When we come up for air he says, “I want you to breed me, but I’d really love it doggy, ok?”

We go back to the couch.

I eat his wet butt—which is soon to get even wetter.

“I want your cum, man…”

I stand up and slide into him.  He clenches with each thrust.  Suddenly, I’m spurting.  But it’s not the full, every nerve firing kind of climax.  I groan.  He groans, too, as he feels my cock head expand with each spurt. 

I pull out and go to my knees. I felch myself.  He pushes and gives me a big glob of semen on my tongue.  That does it.  I stand, swallowing my jizz and pushing back into him. 

This time I get the full deal.  Every nerve in my groin explodes with pleasure.   I fully empty my balls into him and collapse on his sweaty back…

 

*

It should come as no surprise that Mark gave me his number…

Vaccinated

 

FP is vaccinated. 

I had to do some calling and looking around.  (The place I normally get my sexual testing done told me I was too old, so I wasn’t sexually active enough to need the vax!)  But the county health department came through.  I got my first Mpox vaccine dose this morning—and am scheduled for the second.

I have the Jynneos, so just a slight jab under the skin.  I barely felt the needle go in.  It’s been three hours—and I feel nothing in the way of soreness, swelling or itching. 

Protect yourself.  Get vaccinated if you can.

Art In My Playroom (Part 3)

 

I got inundated with a number of special projects these last two days, and so the latest post about my bathhouse behavior got tabled. 

 

 

 This piece is on the wall to the side of the sling.  I really like it, but I can’t tell you much about it.  I think I clipped it from a magazine years ago.  It could have come from a stroke may like In Touch of Blue Boy, but I’m thinking it was an illustration from Out magazine, which I read religiously in its early days.  While it is similar in style to Tom of Finland or Etienne I am fairly sure it is not by either of them.

 

If any of my readers recognize the artist, I would love to give that person credit.  Drop me a line in the comments or at felchingpisser@gmail.com.

Bathhouse Two: "Let Me Lick Your Ass!"

 Indianapolis—July, 2022

 

(This picks up immediately after Part One.)

 

I need a moment after I leave the hot fucker in the dark room.  I go upstairs and sit by myself in the larger porn room on the third floor.  I just sit.  I don’t stroke.  I drink some water from my bottle and let my breathing get back to normal.  I hadn’t realized how close I was to shooting a load back there.

The door opens.  A man, a good deal older than myself, comes in.  He has a shaved head.  He has kept up his gym visits—his chest is not as muscled as it must have been once but is still impressive.  He drops his towel.  He’s impressive here, too.  A hardening cock that stretches to seven inches or so before my eyes.

“Suck my dick,” he all but commands.

I go to my knees, glad that the floor here is padded.  I suck him, keeping my tongue doing surprising things on his head and shaft.

He likes my mouth and says so.  Then he grabs the back of my head and fucks my face.  Hard.  I am sure he’s going to shoot, but he pulls out.

“Thanks,” he mutters.  “Now I’m hard enough to fuck that slut hole next door.” 

He goes out to do just that.

Eventually I go to the more comfortable seating in the small porn area up here.  I sit on the couch, spreading my towel under me.  The porn is not great.  I think of heading downstairs to the four screens when I hear the doorway on the stairs open.

“In here,” I hear a man say.

In walks the Otter and the Latino—the men I watched in the steam room.  The Otter sits at the other end of the couch.  The young Latino throws his towel in between us, but he never sits.  He gets on his knees and starts sucking the Otter again.

“Don’t mind us,” the Otter mumbles.

They are far hotter than the porn.  I stroke openly, watching the Latino work the Otter’s shaft—and then his balls.

I wonder about reaching over to stroke the Otter’s chest. 

Just before I do, the Otter says, “We came up here for you to suck his dick.  Do it.”

The Latino looks up.  “Do you mind?”

“Please.”

He crawls over, now between my legs.  I finally see the Otter’s cock.  He’s just above average.  The Latino holds me, his hand wrapped around the base of my cock.  “You’re big.  Damn.”

He goes down on me.  He is every bit as good as what I guessed he was—from watching the Otter’s face while he was getting sucked.  The Otter happily strokes now, watching his friend (boyfriend?) suck me.  The Latino pulls off me with a sigh and strokes my shaft as he licks my balls.  I groan and ruffle his hair.

He turns to the Otter.  “I really want that in my ass.”

The Otter nods.

The kid turns to me.  “I’m a slut, what can I say?  Fuck me?”

I stand up and pat where I have been sitting.  The Latino kneels on the spot, his ass jutting out.

It’s my turn: “Let me lick your ass.”  (All right, I didn’t say asshole.)  I burrow into him.  He has not been fucked today.  My tongue has a lot of loosening and relaxing to do.  I begin reaming him out.  I hear poppers open.  The Otter is feeding them to him.

“Do it,” the kid says.  “Get it inside of me.”

I push in.  Slowly and steadily.  The Latino relaxes more with each inch working its way into his guts.  I bottom out.

“Fuck him hard,” says the Otter.

I do.  Hard enough that the Latino’s head is being smashed into the over padded back of the couch.  He groans.  “So good…”

I slap his ass and slow the fuck down.  Longer strokes now.  Letting him know just how long I am.

I am in an odd plie, so my legs are tiring fast.  I pull out and stand up to stretch them.  “Get on the floor so you can suck his cock while I fuck you.”

Everybody loves this idea.  He moves and takes the Otter’s cock back into his mouth.  I spit once on his ass and fuck into him, now kneeling on the floor.

We go at this for quite some time.  Finally, I pull out and sit back up on the couch.  He has not had enough.  First the Latino tastes his ass on my cock.  He grunts his satisfaction, then, turning around, he sits on my wet cock and rides me as I sit there.

This is too much for the Otter.  He coats his hairy chest with cum.  Instantly the Latino is off me and they go to the showers.  The Latino smiles a “That was hot” as they go out the door.

My wet cock needs release.  And I know where to go.  Down the stairs to the dark room.

The door is open.  I go in, shutting it behind me.

“I got fucked, but no load.”

“You’re about to get mine.”

I hear him scramble to be on all fours, his ass where I can find it easily.  I spend a moment with my tongue in his hole.  But I really need to fuck.  I stand, insert and begin a slow in and out.

“Fuck you feel good.  You fuck some others?”

I speed up the tempo.

“Yeah, a couple.”

“But you’re loading me?”

I fuck him a little faster.

“You want it?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I am now driving into his ass.  My hand slaps his hairy cheek.  “Say the words.”

“Breed me, daddy.” 

I fuck harder yet.

“I want your cum, man.”

I am so fucking close.  “Deep in your hole?”

“Fuck yes!”

And I explode.  I grab his hips and hold on.  My balls empty into his hot butt.  I hope someone else gets to fuck in my cum, it feels like a huge load.  I pull out and I hear him swivel to clean my cock like the good whore we both know he is…

Bathhouse One: "Let Me Lick Your Asshole"

 Indianapolis—July, 2022

On a full day off, I went back to the bathhouse.  I mean, I needed to make the membership pay for itself.  Right?  I visited during the same lunch hour time frame.  It was every bit as hot—or hotter…

 

I am sitting in the small porn viewing area on the third floor.  I have had an attractive man on my cock, but one with little talent.  An older man now saunters in, his towel on his shoulder, his cock semi-hard.  I have seen him here before from in previous years.  He was once solidly built.  It is sliding now that he is somewhere north of 68.  He nods to me.  I nod to him.  He uses the couch to kneel in front of me.  He bends over my cock and starts to give me wonderful head.  It is wet and delicious.  He groans as my cock swells and gives him several drops of precum.  He swallows before his busy tongue now moves to my balls.   Once they are wet, he stops and looks up at me.

“What would make you really happy?”

Before I can answer, he continues.  “What would make me happy is for you to let me lick your asshole.”

In answer, I hunker down so he can get at it.

“Naw, not here.  Come to my room.”

Neither of us bother to cover our raging cocks on the short way to his corner room.

“I’ve watched you fuck guys in the sling here.  You are just the kind of guy I love to worship.  Orally.”  I sit on the bed as he tosses his towel behind the television (which is, of course, playing porn.)  “I have always wanted to taste your hole.”

“How do you want me?”

“On your back...” he whispers.  Then: “First.”

I move to the edge of the bed and roll back, grabbing my knees.  I feel really vulnerable and exposed.  But the moment his tongue touches my pucker, I forget all that and just let him give me pleasure.

The man groans.  He slobbers on my hole.  He tongues it hard and before backing off to gently lick it. 

Fuck, let a man do what he loves. 

My ass crack is incredibly wet with his saliva.  My cock is dripping profusely.  I wipe some off with my index finger and stick it in my mouth.  Then I do it again—and feed it to the man who is giving me the terrific rimjob.  The taste of my precum makes him work even harder.

“Roll over onto your knees.”

I do.  He has to adjust his kneeling position so he can reach me.  He eats me out, drilling into my now wet, and looser asshole.  He groans again.  Louder.  I am sure he has just shot all over the base of the bed.  He rocks back on his knees as I turn around.  I get down, avoiding the pool of jizz, which is forming as it runs down the bed frame…

*

There is a bear in the same room as the bear I loaded on my last visit.  I don’t think it’s the same man, but it’s hard to tell in the shadowy darkness of the room.  I go in and slip inside the guy’s butt.  Nope.  It’s not the same guy.  He feels totally different.  He just lets his ass go as loose as possible as I fuck—he has no tricks to clench down on me.  I thank him and leave.

I go to the basement deciding to steam for a bit.  A blond, in his early 40’s is watching porn.  He has a great, taut body.  He is jerking like crazy.  When he sees me on the stairs, he waves me over.

“Would you twist my nipples so I can get off and get home?”

I sit next to him, happy to help.  I twist.  He grunts and strokes.  I lean in and nibble, he strokes faster.  “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs.  I lean in more and my mouth replaces his hand on his hard cock.  “Oh, holy fuck…” he groans.  And shoots.  It’s a nice big load.  I am glad he didn’t waste it.  He thanks me and heads for the showers as I continue on to the steam.

The door makes a deep swooshing sound as I open it, which means the steam is running.  It is dark and the clouds of mist cling to me as I make my way to the back.  I stand against the wall.  Almost immediately, I feel a hand reach out for my half hard cock.  I let the man I can’t see fondle me, then suck me.  The steam kicks off and slowly clears.  I like the picture it reveals.  A big Bear is sucking my cock and jerking his own.  A young Latino with two toned hair is sucking off an Otter.  The Latino is on the floor, so his ass is pointed right at me.  My sucker tires quickly when I don’t instantly give him the load.  He gets up and wanders off.  I sit opposite the other pair.  I can’t take my eyes off the Latino’s ass.  He’s slim, late 20’s, and his butt is a spectacular bubble.  There is a tat on his back—a true tramp stamp.  The man he is sucking is in his middle 30’s.  He is hairy and mostly thin—with a slight covid belly.  I am sure the two know each other.  I love that their hands are busy, too; a touch to the sucker’s head, the Latino caresses the thigh next to his busy mouth, the Otter reaching down to the Latino’s shoulders—and then on down to his ass. 

I am hoping for an invite to join.  But it is not to be.  I finally get up and move to the door.

“Did you see the size of his dick?”

I can hear the whisper at the other end of the steam room.  It has to be the Otter, as the Latino never looked at me.  I go out and rinse off…

*

I wander. 

I watch some porn on the big couch with the four screens.  A very hot man in his early 40’s is lounging in the door frame of a room that is over to my side.  I am thinking about seeing what he is looking for just as another man moves to him.  The door shuts.  Almost instantly I can hear a fuck in progress.

I wander.  And come back to the lower level.  The man’s door is open again, though he is now inside.  I move to the door.  The room is totally black.  From the depths I hear “You can fuck me as long as you don’t use a condom like that last guy.”

I toss my towel and water bottle on the floor.  For a moment there is enough light from the phone in the bottom’s hand to see him and how he is positioned.  He is on all fours, with his ass right at the edge of the bed and ready for me.  The phone blacks out.  I go to my knees and surprise him by rimming him.

“Eat my slut hole…” he moans.

He tastes great.  There may be no other man’s juices in him, but having gotten fucked, his ass is responding by self-lubing.  I burrow in and make him wetter.  I stand up and pray that I can find his hole in the total darkness.  I have no problem—I am by chance aligned perfectly.  I sink into him in one stroke—making him moan.

The phone, now off to the side and on his pillow, receives a text.  It dings and lights the room for a few seconds.   I really like what I see.  This lithe man is not terrifically muscled, but he has worked on his body to be incredibly tight and taut.  My hand comes down on his ass—the sound filling the small room.  I hear poppers open—and a huff taken.  I increase the speed of my fuck.  My pubes smash into his hard ass cheeks with every thrust.

The phone lights again.  This time I notice that he has a bandanna tied around his eyes.  He can’t even see the momentary flashes of the phone.  It makes the hot fuck scene even hotter.  I slow down and begin a slow deep dicking of his ass. 

He groans.  “Let me roll over.”

I pull out and he shifts.  By chance the phone dings and I can see for four seconds where his ass is without fumbling.  I fuck him hard.  I touch his soft cock.  He actually reaches down and takes it into his hand.  His own touch hardens him up—I can hear him beating his dick as I plow into him.

Finally, I stop.  I don’t want to get off yet.  I tell him I would love to load him if he is going to be here for another hour.

He agrees.  “Maybe I’ll have a load in me for you to fuck in.”

“Find me if you get one,” I tell him as I blindly reach for where I think my towel should be.  I find it and pick it up, just as his phone fires again.  I find my water bottle by its light and promise I’ll be back…

Next time it was my turn to use the phrase “Let me lick your asshole…”