FACT #22

 Fact # 22: 

Not a real cowboy.

But fully capable to take down a Bull.

TODAY’S PICK: A CELEBRATORY MILESTONE

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Today’s pick comes from Felching Pisser, who celebrates his two million visitors mark. As an avid reader of his material, I have always enjoyed his accurate, to-the-point writing style.  He shares real-life accounts of real men having sex and exploring their kinks and fetishes.

As we celebrate FP’s two million milestone, I would like to suggest some reads that I have enjoyed. 

THE PISSING OF GARY M is a scorcher. Every encounter with Gary is a must-read, in my opinion. It is one thing actually to meet one of your readers, but to have the chemistry they both bring to the table is impressive.  Check out Gary M.

SWALLOW MY CUM STUD  is another story that gets one’s juices flowing, literally.

Last but not least, it is one of my all-time favorites.

RE-POST: RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER has sparked some of the dirtiest thoughts in my masturbatory mind. To this day, it gets me up and makes me fantasize about the man, the scent, and the taste.

RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR- ONE ASS AFTER THE OTHER  is the original post. This is the post that brings me over the edge to an orgasmic climax.

These suggestions haven't even scratched the surface as there is so much I haven't read yet. I am sure whatever one chooses they are sure to find their own gems in the many writings of Felching Pisser.

FACT 21

FACT  #21 No matter how much I shower, I have a slight musk that won’t go away.  It is heightened when I’m sexually aroused.  Before hooking up I would air out in my boxers in front of the fan until I realized most of the guys were obsessed with my pits and crotch.What once was one man’s insecurity = another’s aphrodisiac.

THE GREAT P🍒SSY DEBATE

October 10, 2023

As I was scrolling through my X account I came across an image of a nude White man standing on one leg with his other leg highly propped up against something exposing his butthole.  The hairs on his ass and around his inner thighs beautifully light brown; even ginger maybe.  The way his hairs grew directing towards his hole made this butt shot way more interesting than the average ass pic.  Needless to say it sparked my attention.

The image had a very interesting caption regarding referring to a man's asshole as a pussy.

"What is this obsession with calling a man's asshole a pussy?  How's the emasculation of a bottom acceptable?  My asshole has never been a pussy, but isn't a top's cock biologically an enlarged clit?  So let's stop emasculating bottoms, so tops can feel more masculine or straight guys can pretend to not be gay."

The poster went on, "Maybe the enlarged clit is why tops cry like little girls when someone tries to fuck them? Hmmm."

Well, first of all I don't scream like a little girl when I'm getting my intestines ripped by King Dong.  

I scream like a full grown banshee. But going on...

Oh boy! That struck a nerve; not in a bad way but in a very good way.  I have long touched on this topic and felt the exact same way in many instances.  However as a man myself, who loves to turn a nice ass into a pussy; When is it okay and when is it problematic? (I am tackling this topic specifically because during my editing for SCOOBY'S LINGERIE I used the term "pussy" at least four times.)

I decided after some consideration to reply.  

"I had the same feeling back in the day.  Buy now somehow I absolutely love the term. (within reason.)

For me, it's not about emasculating the bottom.

I use various terms depending on the mood.  'Pussy' seems to be more at the level where he's open to the point that he as allowed me to go as deep, hard and fast as I can give it.  

Mentally it is an intensity and passion where you both can let loose and be as nasty and say whatever dirty things come to mind.

Sometimes that term can be emasculating if the person is into feminization.  But often (for me,) it is about a level of horniness and raunch that brings that term out.

However, knowing that 'pussy' is not a term that is accepted by all gay men, I usually share a list of my likes and dislikes; using that term as an interest.   And I find out if they are into it or not.

It is definitely something that should be discussed prior to just blurting it out."

He responded,"I appreciate the honesty but may I ask why it is in passion and openness that you rename a gay man's asshole a name of the female anatomy?  Would you be okay with the bottom calling your cock a clit, since anatomically, the clit would at least be correct shared vocabulary or is it only okay to give the female anatomy to the bottom?"

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SCOOBY'S LINGERIE

PUP SCOOBY

Saturday 9:30pm

9:30pm

Scooby has his chance to bring his head game to the table and does not disappoint.

"Put it in your mouth.  Follow me.  And don't take it out of your mouth. Ok?" I say.

"Um hm," he mutters with his mouth full.

"Be a good boy. You can do it," I say as I have him follow me on his knees. 

"Good boy.  Don't take it out of your mouth."

"Um, um." he mutters affirming his obedience.

"That's a good pup."

I have him stand up.

"Walk towards the bed," I continue.

"I had a lot of things in store for you.  It's kind of strange because for some reason, I just want to fuck you."

I then order him on the bed face down.  As he lay shirtless with his black khaki shorts on; I have a moment to take in his presence. 

I then begin to pull down his shorts.  To my surprise, he is wearing his red lace lingerie under those shorts.  

I have seen a clip of him in lingerie and was very interested in him bringing some. We talked about him bringing them but I was unaware that he would be wearing them underneath.  It catches me a bit off guard to see them on him underneath his shorts.

Seeing what he has dressed underneath got me bricked up.

I am not a total stranger to lace undies for men.  Back in 2017 I had Daryl strip and put on some sexy panties for me.  So I have had a few gender fluid moments in the past.

"Holy fuck," I exclaim.

Scoob knows exactly how to tease me as he wiggles  his hips from side to side while mischievously throwing that ass in the air.

"Turn around on your back and spread your legs."

I just want him on his back long enough to take in that sexy sight.

I have him get back on his stomach.

I bury my nose right between his butt cheeks and inhale with all my might as he moans.

"Damn!" I whisper just before diving in again.

His pussy is so good I repeat again.  I stay there a moment.

"Oh fuck," I whisper.

"It's a beautiful pussy," 

"Do you mind if I call it that?"

"Yes Daddy. It's all yours."

He doesn't mind one bit.

I'm stuck on his hole. Once again I sniff his hole inhaling deep as many pheromones as I can.

"OH, you smell so fucking good," I whisper.

I stand up and lay down beside him.  As we are playing; the video is recoding.  One of the things you cannot quite see in the video is me finger fucking Scooby as he lay there moaning in bliss.

His hole swallows my gloved fingers up as I go deeper.  It is as if it has a mind of it's own. It welcomes the intruders.  As I am fingering him, my cock is pressed against his thigh.  It is leaking like mad.

"Oh fuck!  I could feel your precum.  It's so fucking hot!" He whispers.

"You do that to me," I reply.

"Use me Daddy."

"Oh don't worry.  I'm going to fucking use you boy." I reply.

"But first I'm going to play with this pussy of yours."

"Whatever you want Daddy," he responds.

"Whose pussy is this?"

"It's yours Daddy."

"It's my pussy?"

"It's your pussy Daddy."

"Good boy."

"You're going to give me that pussy tonight?"

"Yes Daddy. Yeah take it!"

10:00PM After foreplay

I lube up and wrap up.  Slowly I insert myself inside him.  As he gets used to me I pick up the pace and start fucking him like I really want to fuck him.  

Pup Scooby definitely earns his title as we both get more aggressive in our fucking.  The erotic energy has turned my boy into a total pup, barking and growling.  The rest is left for you to witness for yourself. 

MY LEATHER HIS LACE

 Saturday August 26, 2017 around 10:00pm

Daryl got in contact with me via Recon and asked if I would be available to play.  I replied letting him know that I was very interested.  

This would be our second get together so I was very pleased that he messaged me.  Even though we only had one session before, I felt like we knew from our past spanking session what our boundaries were; even if we were trying out new things this session.

"When you get here I want you to strip down to your boy panties for me.  You got that?"

"Yes SIR," He said.

"I just..." He hesitated.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just wanted to say, 'Thank you,' for remembering about," he hesitated again.

He cleared his throat and continued,"Thank you for remembering to call my underwear panties."

"SIR. Do you mind if I step out of role for a minute and talk to you man to man," He asked.

Of course.  You know I am always Mark.  Daddy or SIR gets my dick hard in play but at anytime you need to talk to me go ahead.

"Thank you," He replied.

I don't know why I feel like I need to tell you this.  But I am pretty masculine.  Okay I'm not butch or overtly macho but I take pride in my masculinity.  I just don't know what it is but you make me want to be totally your boy: Even,"  he hesitated again.

"More than boy," He said.

"I don't even know what that means," He continued.

I had an idea what it possibly meant.  But I didn't say anything.  I figured that I would try some things on him and see how he feels about them.  So that's what I did.

When he got to my place, he stripped down to his jockstrap as instructed.

I sat in the chair facing the front door as he placed his clothes in the corner.  I was already hard just by the thought of how I was going to train him.  I got up.  He kept an eye on the bulge in my jeans as I moved closer.  

"You look fucking sexy as always."

"Thank you SIR," He replied with a smile.

"There's just one thing."

"What's that SIR?"

I whispered in his ear,"I don't like those panties."

There was a box to the left of him that had new underwear that I used on my models when I shoot.  It is very rare that I photograph women but I have shot a few in the past so I kept a few unused women panties in a plastic box container.

"There is a red pair.  Put them on."

His expression quickly changed when he saw what kind of underwear they were; A red woman's thong with a transparent, red laced crotch.

"You mean these girl panties?" He said, making sure he was hearing me correctly.

"Put them on." I said sternly.

"Yes SIR."

Slowly and somewhat hesitantly he put them on, appearing as if he really didn't know what to make of the command.

I walked up and got behind him.  I placed one of my gloved hands around his neck and the other arm around his torso and pulled him into me so that he felt my hardon pressing against his ass.

"You're gonna be my boy tonight," I growled in his ear.

I slowly tighten my grip around his neck; not enough to obstruct air but enough to have a firm grasp.

Daryl didn't say anything.  He just started breathing deeper.

"You okay D?"

"Yes," he said in a trembling voice.

"Are you nervous?"

"Yes SIR. A bit."

"This is as far as I go.  Alright?"

"Yes SIR."

I released my grip from his neck and from around his waist.

"Go to the bedroom and get on the bed face down."

While he got into position, I got some lube and condoms.

I really don't know what it was but seeing Daryl laying on the bed in his red lace panties got me horny as fuck.  I prefer my men to dress like men.  I like them masculine mostly so I didn't know why I had a fucking wet spot seeping through my jeans over this guy in panties. I just know I was turned on beyond belief.

"You like those panties D?"

"Um, I really don't know SIR.  I do feel like I'm your boy and I love that SIR,"  He said. 

"Show me how much you like it.  Wiggle that sexy ass for me," I said.

He had no problem gyrating and teasing me with that ass of his.

"Wiggle it!"

Smack!

I gave him a nice firm slap on the booty.

He wiggled and twerked on the bed.  I got behind him on the bed, took off my leather gloves and lubed my middle and index fingers. 

"Keep twerking that pussy."

Pulling the thong string to the side, I slowly began to insert the middle finger inside him as he began to moan.

"Move that pussy," I ordered.

He began pushing out and puckering making his hole expand and contract on my finger.  Slowly I pushed the second lubed finger in.

I pulled my pants off and put on a condom.  I lubed up and began to push in.  I began pumping slowing eventually picking up the pace.

Reaching on the bed, I put my leather gloves back on. 

I love fucking with with my gloves on. The contrast of my leather and his lace panties made me rock hard.  

"Give me that pussy," I said while fucking him.

I could tell he was really getting into me talking dirty to him.

The nastier I talked the more he moaned.

All of a sudden, I felt this amazing surge throughout my body. I knew what that was.  I've felt that before.  The condom broke.

I let Daryl know.  He wanted me to cum in him so he was alright with me barebacking.  

I shot inside him twice that night  and a spilled on his back the third time.

After the last load I asked how he felt about the panties.  He told me it was a bit weird at first but he loved how I fucked him.  He explained that I fucked him much more aggressive with the panties on and he loved how nasty I talked when I fucked him.

I did enjoy tapping into a more primitive side and I know that feeling Daryl's walls with my bare cock helped to send me there as well.

SIGNED UP AND READY : TODAY’S PICK / GEAR UP

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It’s that time to register for the next Gear Up Weekend.  I got my confirmation and I’m ready to go.  

Within minutes of open registration, the cabins and private rooms sold out. I’m just going to have to pitch my tent out with the rest of the guys. (Take that how you wish.) 

This time I’m making sure to avoid the excessive heat by spending more time in the dungeon area.  And drinking plenty of cold liquids. Last year I overheated and definitely don’t want to go through that again.  Anyway spending more time in the dungeon should give me enough access to meeting new and potential play buddies. 

I’m looking forward to the next GUW.  For now I have These links you can check out.

JOURNEYS AROUND THE SUN

I never wanted the wrinkles   

But they are creasing   

  

I never wanted the gray hair  

But like weeds in the grass  

They grow like wildfire   

  

Aches and pains  

And I get no younger  

  

But as I take my fifty third journey  

Around the sun  

  

I unequivocally resolve   

  

Though the beauty of my youth   

Extends further and further away  

  

The fire within burns brighter   

With each new day 

  

Fifty three is not the new twenty three  

Fifty three is not the new thirty three  

  

Fifty three is fucking fifty three  

  

Fifty three is where I should be  

  

Until my next journey around the sun

FACT #20

Okay so I got teased constantly about this.

FACT #20

I do own other colored clothing other than black. lol

After constantly being teased and nudged to lighten up my wardrobe I went through a melancholy period for years. I just wasn’t happy. I could never put my finger on why. It was when I went back to wearing more earth tones and black that I started getting out of that funk. And yes my side of the closet IS color coordinated.( Probably the only organization in our entire home.)

A VAN MORRISONLY FUN EVENING

 February 28, 2024

                Thursday 

                  4:40pm

Boss and I get our stuff together and migrate to the car.  I put in the directions to the Fox Theater in Oakland California.  Of all the days it decides to rain; of course it would be this one.  That is totally okay.  Both Boss and I are in a pretty good mood. 

I created a playlist especially for the hour and forty minute trip.  I call the list affectionately "Trip To Van Morrison."

Before I back out of our apartment complex parking lot, I start the playlist.

As soon as Boss sees the title he lets out a laugh.  

He knows I wasn't going anywhere without creating a proper playlist for the occasion.

When I travel I usually create a long eclectic mix of music for my journey.  Today; even though I have a variety of music on my playlist, Van Morrison is the the featured artist.  I thought it would be appropriate since we have tickets to see him live.

It is just like old times when we would go out to concerts; way before Covid changed everything.  

It is the first time in a very long time in which Boss  actually got to go on a long distance trip with me to a concert.  With work and various limitations it has been challenging; not to mention actually finding someone that sparks our interest enough to pay out the money these ticket prices are basically robbing us for. 

Regardless of the on and off raining condition, the drive was very pleasant.  It brought back many memories of trips we took together.  And as strange as it may seem; it was good just hearing his voice in the car with me.  Boss sometime have a way of locking himself in the office and disappearing into work.  I often find myself in my own little world as well until dinner time.  

But for the first time neither one of us is consumed with anything.  We are just enjoying our time together.

About 7:00pm

We are in the venue. We have plenty of time before the concert at 8pm so I buy us some soft drinks as we chat. 

A few minutes before 8pm

Something that I never saw happen; The lights go down the crowd begins to cheer as the band

members walk on the stage.

The concert actually starts on time; as a matter of fact a few minutes early even!

The announcer introduces him to the stage and the crowd goes wild.

The beat drops and everyone feels the electricity of the music and the belting of his voice.  Both Boss and I are having a great time.  Even though I am unfamiliar with this song I am loving it. 

I figure the next few songs will be songs I am unfamiliar with.  Although I am familiar with his hits, I have yet to delve into his full albums.

The next three songs were a mixture of fast dance songs as well as some funky blues.

Ironically, I have always been more familiar with his ballads such as "Crazy Love", "And It Stoned Me", "Tupelo Honey".  There are his upbeats like "Moondance" and Who can forget "Brown Eyed Girl".  The list goes on.

As each song ends, I anticipate an old familiar.

"Not this one.  Maybe the next."

After about thirty minutes into the concert I finally let go of my anticipations and just enjoy the show.

I turn to my left to see my husband clapping, smiling and bobbing his head to the beat.  

Obviously some of the songs he's performing are songs from other artists as my husband is singing along with him.  

Ironically I am unfamiliar with just about every song he sings with the exception of the closing act

"Gloria."

Talking about bringing the house down! 

The entire building rocked.  There was not a single soul that wasn't participating in the madness. It was a phenomenal moment.

I have attended some okay concerts, I attended some very good concerts and then there are moments that are phenomenal.  They are more than concerts they are actual moments that are beyond describable.  This is one of those moments.

What I learned from Mr. Morrison and the whole experience; there is not any need to bring any expectations to the door.  Don't come with one's own expected play list and just have fun. 

I didn't hear anyone say, "He didn't play... " because the entire crowd was too busy having a good time.

And I believe the most important lesson learned as I look to my left at my husbands elated face and clapping hands is to cherish every moment like such and continue to be in awe of the beautiful life experiences we have together.