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About this blog

I have been writing about my sexual adventures since 2011.  

I write the truth.  Names are changed....except for a few men who know I write and ask me to use their real name or a screen name. 

It is always how it happened:  the good, the bad, the weird, the crazy, the explosive. 

Some entries have pictures.  A few have some video attached.

My format here is certainly to link you to the actual site.  There are over a 1000 entries now--fucking, sucking, felching, fisting, watersports, leather....

Just the way I have sex and glory in it...

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Entries in this blog

Stretching Jamie's Hole

My Playroom—August, 2023   Jamie, the man who had found my blog and then reached out, calling me ‘The Hemmingway of Filth,’ was finally wanting to come back to the playroom.  He wanted to be used hard.  I knew he desired toys and hand, not just my cock.   We agreed on a date, in the first full week of August…   Jamie is horned.  He is totally naked by the time I get down to the playroom.  There is no oral sex today for me.  He is up on the fuckbench.  Waiting.  He is a man sl

Restraining Jake to Work his Hole

My Playroom—July, 2023 I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud.  Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him.  Jake suddenly had tomorrow off.  I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so.  After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months. He arrived a little late—not like him at all.  But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of

Evan Brings His Toys

My Playroom—February, 2023 Evan came to the playroom on the last Friday night of the month.  He had found me on Asspig, the fisting site, a couple of years ago.  He lives two states away and has driven in each time we’ve met.  We play, eat dinner and then he spends the night on the bed in the playroom.  I think this is his fifth trip to see me. He had purchased some new toys.  I encouraged him to bring them.  I have my regular ones, but I know that he loves a variety of shapes and size

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Rudy Wants More

Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022   We celebrated:  Christmas, two birthdays and an anniversary.  I wrote some and read more.   Rudy and I had left it open on whether we would meet again.  It would have to be on his coming home travel day.  But it was an early flight—and he was very horny after the time with his aging parents.  I agreed I’d love to take his ass again…   I am fucking Rudy in his sling.  My pelvis is hitting his upturned ass on every stroke.  Hitting

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“That’s Right. Jerk in Me.”

Jersey City, New Jersey—December, 2022 I made it home after the snow storm and group play (of the last post) with relative ease.  The roads were bad, but there was no more snow coming down.  I rested up.  I needed to as, for the first time since lockdown, I was going to see my brother and his partner in New Jersey for the holidays.  They had been living a very sheltered, stay at home life with Covid.  I decided, to help their peace of mind, to drive in, avoiding two airports and a packed pl

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Jake Takes It All

My Playroom—November, 2022 In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake.  (And likely abuse his balls.)  I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise.  We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed.  But we knew we’d see each other again.  After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men. He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early aft

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Evan's New Toy

My Playroom—August, 2022   Evan, who lives out of state and drives in for a night of toy and fist play, wanted to return.  He was Mpx vaxxed, but had not had any play since.  I told him mine was scheduled but hadn’t happened yet.  Trusting each other, something I feel much more comfortable doing with my fisting friends than unknown men just wanting dick, we agreed on the day.  He would arrive late afternoon/evening on a Friday and we would play late into the night.  As it turned o

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FelchingPisser: I Live Up to My Name with Ross

North of Me—March, 2022 Ross, of the amazing rosebud, and I had another round at his house.  I drove up with the sling.  I set it up next to his bed as he prepped our dinner for afterwards...   “Kneel.” He does.  .On the tarp at the business end of the sling.  Right in front of me.  His knees touch the toes of my boots.  Ross is naked—tall and lean.  He gives a tiny shiver as I buckle the leather restraint on his right wrist.  I repeat the process on his left.  At my directiv

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Filling the Ginger Bear

North of Home—March, 2022 As March began, the Ginger Bear and I wanted another meet.  I packed some of my regular toys and drove to his place.  The day we had set up the date, the weather had been warm for March.  Now it was blustery and chilly.  It got more so as I drove north.  I was thankful I had tossed in a ratty old sweatshirt as we were playing in his basement—and the space heaters did little to cut the chill….   The ass.  It is such a gift. I am on my knees.  My tongu

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"Go a Little Deeper..."

Grand Rapids—January, 2022 There are so many people that you meet once, have good sex and never see again.  Now, I do cultivate fuck buds if the sex is good, and I have a pretty good track record of men I still see.  But there are visitors to the area you meet, fuck and fist and know that you are not likely to ever see them again.  Such was the case with Kyle who I wrote up in ‘Wetter with Every Stroke’ back in 2018.  We had a great session—and he flew home to somewhere west of the Mississi

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FFist, FFun and FFellowship

North of Me—December, 2021 The Ginger Bear and I decided to do a brief meet in the run up to Christmas.  I went north in time to arrive in the middle of the afternoon…   The sling is still in the basement.  I am glad the space heater is running.  I drop off my bag and go back upstairs to wait as the Ginger Bear does a last rinse.  When he joins me in the living room, we stay upstairs talking about this and that before we head down a flight.  Damn.  The space heater has t

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Fucking and Fisting Away the Cold

My Playroom—December, 2021 It had been a while since I’d seen Jake.  I always wait for him to contact me for he rarely can get away for a play date.  He had written about a week earlier that he would have some time coming up.  We’d agreed on a day and time—and then Michigan weather stepped in.  A huge cold air mass was sweeping through the Lower Peninsula causing lots of wind damage and power outages.  My place was fine, but I turned on the space heater as the basement playroom was very col

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Fisting Party on Halloween Night

North of Home—October, 2021 So the actual afternoon/evening of Halloween I spent at the Ginger Bear’s house.  Between us, we had organized a group of men to share some fist and some food.  My only contribution turned out to be Ross (he of the enormous rosebud).  The Ginger Bear invited four buddies who showed up.  All were over 50.  His friends are true bears.  Ross is built much like me, tall and slim. I got there in time to set up my fuck bench—which was never used.  Our host owns tw

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Almost a Double

North of Home—October, 2021 A few days later I drove up to see the Ginger Bear.  My fingers were itching…   He has moved his sling to the basement.  The heater is on this time and I am still warm enough after stripping down to my jock.  I get the boots back on quickly as the floor is still cold.  He has hopped in the sling and his fingers are already busy with his nipples.  I kneel and spit on his hole.  My two index fingers slide in.  I do a mini lateral stretch and then stand up

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Evan Takes All the Black Toys

My Playroom—September, 2021 Evan, the fisting bottom from out of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I left on my late summer trip.  We made it work in the first few days of September.  His first meet is detailed in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass.   Evan is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs.  His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks at the bulge in my jock.  He is around my age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin.  I se

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Toying With the Ginger Bear

North of Me—May, 2021   In the middle of the month I drove north for some play time with the Ginger Bear.  I packed my usual ‘go to’ ass toys and made sure my nails were trimmed and filed.  He welcomed me with a huge hug.  This time we were back upstairs in his bedroom where he had the sling ready to go.  Up we went and stripped down…   The Ginger Bear is on his knees.  He has me in his mouth at about three quarters of hardness.  He wants to deep throat me before I reach full

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Jerking Off Deep In His Ass

My Playroom—May, 2021   He was one of those guys who checked in on AssPig every few months.  Evan had an uncanny ability to write me just as I was going into a project that cut my play time.  I would explain what was up…and he’d try again, offering his ass during some other busy time.  There was also geographical distance to be juggled.  Then there was Covid.  And my move.  But by May all the stars aligned.   From our profiles, we were pretty sure we’d be a good match.  He showed

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Ross in Full Bloom

North of Home—January, 2021 I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile.  No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right.  I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile.  That’s better.  He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me.  We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid.  By January, He was ready to get back to play.  I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ sc

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The Ginger Bear Takes (almost) the Entire Shelf of Toys

My Playroom—January, 2021   I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure.  All was fine.  I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom.  I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo.  But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house. He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for

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Inaugurating the New Playroom

I moved in November of 2020.  I wrote an entire illustrated post about my new playroom.  If you want to look at that, it is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/equipment-close-up-new-playroom.html   My (New) Playroom—November, 2020 We had chatted.  I think he’d first sent me a tug on AssPig.  But other than saying we’d like to meet sometime, nothing had ever come of it, as he was quite far north in Michigan.  Well, I have moved closer t

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