Pecple: Have you ever attended any nipple-play events in San Francisco?
Daddy Jim: There is a bar South of Market in San Francisco, where I live, called the Powerhouse. Every Wednesday they have Nip Night. A nip man's paradise. I guess the best nip session I ever had was there a few months ago.
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It must have been a full moon because all the boys were out and they were hungry. You could feel the lustful energy as you walked in the front door. A musky smell permeated the place. I was with a buddy who was equally into titplay. As many guys as were there and as aroused as all the men were, nothing was happening. The Powerhouse has two levels. The first level features the long bar itself with barechested, well-muscled bartenders. Very visual. A few steps up is another level, darker with plenty of space for play. A pool table sits unused in the right corner of the floor. When it was obvious that nothing was going to happen on the first floor, my friend took me by the arm and pulled me up the stairs to the second level. He decided to be the director and I was his leading man. There's one lone dim spotlight that shines down in an area that can be seen no matter where you are in the bar. My buddy placed me under the spotlight and ripped my t-shirt open. Surprised me all to hell. Then he proceeded to suck my nips for all the world to see. He started to get a little rough and I moaned deeply, loud enough for everyone to hear. As my friend continued to torture my tits, guys started coming up the steps walking directly toward us. One stud tore what was left of my t shirt off completely throwing it into the corner. More and more guys joined the assembling crowd until my friend was pushed aside as the men in the bar began sharing my tits with the other guys. It was like a tit frenzy with me at the center. I don't know how many guys were on my tits. They just kept coming, one guy after another feasting. One hot man shoved s bottle of poppers under my nose. I guess I had been in this pig fest for at least 20 minutes when some faceless guy went down on me. Best cocksucker I'd ever encountered. I didn't want to cum but with all the guys on me, the cocksucker and poppers being offered every few seconds brought me to a peak I had never known before. The orgasm was like fire roaring out of the head of my piss slit. When I came, I screamed as though I had just exploded. My friend ,standing to my rear, clasped his hand around my mouth to stifle the scream. Too late. The scream reverberated into every nook , cranny and crevice of the bar. As in a chain reaction, more and more men came emitting moans, groans, growls and every other known lustful sounds known to man. The second floor was awash in cum. I get hard just telling this story. I doubt I'll ever see the likes of that night again. And it all happened on the night of my 67th birthday. Happy Birthday to me

Pecple: Last question, how many tattoos do you have on your body now?
Daddy Jim: It's hard to answer that question since the larger pieces have several different parts, the parts making up the whole. But I will count the bigger tattoos as one just to make it easier to come up with a number for you. I think it's 10 with more to come.