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My Playroom—May, 2021 “I need you to open up my hole.” Maybe it wasn’t Stuart’s first sentence. He might have said “Hi” before that. I am not sure which hook up site we were on, but likely AssPig. He had taken a hand before, but not for a very long time. The guy was in his 30’s and big, but not sloppy. A true bear. Hair everywhere. The picture he opened showed a hairy ass I knew I would love to get lost in. We arranged a date. Which he cancelled. But correctly. We set another time and he drove a very long way to end up on my fuck bench… I come into the playroom. I am so used to finding men kneeling there, ready to suck. But Stuart knows what he wants. He is on the fuck bench. I kneel behind the hairiest ass I’ve had in ages. My tongue hits his pucker. He is tight. I begin to tongue drill him. He flowers open easily. I use a finger to work the saliva in deeper. And some coconut oil. “Fuck me.” I go back to rimming and finger fucking his ass. Stuart begins to pant. I stand up. His head snaps up off the bench to look at me in the full length mirror in front of him. “I want that dick in me,” he grunts out. “You still want it raw?” “Fuck, yes….” I slather more coconut oil on my throbbing cock. It probes his hole. I slide in. Carefully. Letting him get used to my thickness. I bottom out. Hold. And begin a slow fuck. “Just use me,” he grunts out, opening his poppers. “Open my hole.” I wait until I hear the cap go back on before I begin a much more powerful fuck. I slam into him repeatedly. I pull out and bring my dripping dick to his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate. He swallows me down. “Taste your ass, man.” He grunts his approval—with my dick deeply lodged in his throat. I fuck him some more. I pull out the trusty egg-headed dildo. He takes the toy easily after my fucking. But it is harder to add me along with it. I get in, but it’s not a comfortable stretch. I go back to just my dick alone. “Let’s switch to the sling.” I get him in and comfortable. He loves watching my dick go into him from the mirror above. I end the fuck and work the speculum into him. I crank it open. Slowly. Playing with his prostate after each crank. I get it wide enough to add my dick in with it. “That’s so hot,” he moans. He watches my dick fuck into him—held open by the stainless steel walls of the medical device. I crank him closed. I finger him a little—getting 4 into him easily with lots of coconut oil and a little Crisco. I try the medium sized butt plug…well, medium on my shelf of toys, but it may large for some. It goes in. But it is definitely a stretch. I beat on the base—making him squirm and pant and huff some more poppers. I do some serious hand work. We do lots of stretches, but it is not going to happen today. I tell him so—and remind him its a process—as wipe excess Crisco off his hairy hole. He understands—but is disappointed. “So just use me any way you want…” I take him at his word, and piss all over ass. I kneel and lick it clean—loving how the drops of piss cling to the hair around his hole. I stand up and give him another spurt—this time getting some inside his ass. His cock has erected with each pissing. Now I do a third spurt on his balls and shaft. I clean those off with my tongue as well. I am super hard—so I fuck him. Fast and hard. Making the sling chains clank. Then I stand still and push the sling away—and pull it back onto me. It makes him feel how really deep I am in his guts. I keep impaling until we are both breathless. “I want to eat your ass. But over here.” I pull out the rimseat. Then help him out of the sling. I get out and get under. He sits. His hole is wide open above me. My tongue probes up into him. I get a steady drip of coconut oil. And now coconut oil mixed with piss. I hear him with the poppers…and his groans as his ass is reamed out with my tongue. Once I figure his rush is gone, I tell him to ride my cock. It’s not an easy position for him, but he does it gamely, impaling himself over and over again. When his legs tire, he sits back on the seat. I welcome a fresh stream of coconut oil, precum and ass jizz in my mouth. I know I want more. My mouth is sealed around his puffy ass lips. I reluctantly pull it away and tell him to get up and lean into the sling. He does. I get up and take a major swig of water from my bottle. It not only clears my palette, but makes me need to piss. Stuart is leaning chest into the sling as I told him. I fuck him for a moment in that position, but then stop, keeping my cock buried in him. A moment…and then he is literally flooded with my piss. He groans and then begins to whimper and go for his poppers. “Keep a clear head,” I tell him. He stops and just enjoys the sensation of his guts getting heavy with my piss load. I finally exhaust my bladder and pull out. I get under the seat. He hands me his popper bottle. I take a hit. He sits. He is clenching his ass incredibly tightly. He huffs…and lets go. There is no trickle. The moment my tongue hits his pucker, he relaxes and the piss waterfall is in full force. I swallow as fast as I can. I let go of my dick for fear of cumming. It’s a huge flow for maybe 15 seconds. Then a trickle…and then it’s just normal tongue fucking for a long while to get every drop. I get him up fairly fast. We go back to the sling. The urge to breed is on me. He asks for the blindfold—and looks hot, lying there, used and damp and hungry for my load. I do some nipple work on him…but I need to shoot and know it. I feed him poppers. I rim. I push in. I fuck. For longer as it feels so good. So wet inside. And I suddenly make it wetter. I gush out a big load into his hot ass. I felch a little…and lean across him, dribbling it into his mouth. He is surprised—but pleased. He goes home thoroughly used… The original, with some fun comments, here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/just-use-me.html

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 up right on time. Evan is a little younger than I am, maybe 5’ 9” and thin and trim—with a shaved head. The ass looked great in his jeans—I couldn’t wait to see it naked. He went off to clean up after a long drive…and I took the lube down to the playroom… He’s naked and hot and is still slightly damp from the steam as we embrace. Evan drops to his knees and takes me into his mouth. I am easily erect. Evan manages to take most of me pretty effortlessly. I don’t spend long face fucking him as I can’t wait to taste his ass. “Get on the bench. I need your butt on my tongue.” He crawls up on it. I sink to my knees and bury my face in his warm, wet hole. My tongue darts into him and he clamps down on it. I pull it free and do it again. So does he. I get harder with each spasm of his ass. I spit and start pushing it in. His hole swallows it up. I rock back and look at his ass. My finger pokes a strand of stray spittle into him. Evan moans. “Give me your dick,” he murmurs. “Your raw dick…” I stand up. My cock head stretches his hole a little more—and I sink into place. He welcomes me with a hard squeeze. I hold. Then begin the slow drag back. Evan does a huge intake of breath. “Fuck!” I begin a slow fuck rhythm. “Yes!” I build to a hard fuck. Slow down. And do it again. Then I pull out and taste his hole. Oh, yeah…he is a self juicer. His ass is really wet with natural lube. I rim him deeper now. Then stand up and fuck. I grab the slender egg-headed toy. I grease it up and slide it in him…adding my cock just seconds later. Evan loves the stretch of the DP. I fuck him, doubled, for a long time—staring at myself in the mirror in front of us. I pull out and let him clean my cock—which he does, hungrily. I go back and pull the toy out and grease up my eight fingers. I do a lateral stretch. With very little work my left hand goes into him. Repeatedly. Both of us enjoying the moment his ass lips snap down on my wrist. We move to the sling. More fucking. Now fisting, with alternating hands. The hand that is not in him is stroking my drooling cock. I stand up. With my left hand still in him, I slide my cock down my wrist. It pushes through his engorged ass lips and is buried in my palm deep inside him. Evan is breathless—having watched it all in the mirror above him. He groans now as I begin moving my hand in his ass—jerking off in his guts. I pull out and do it again. I try it with the right hand inside him, but it is not as easy so I go back to the left. I move on and grab the big black butt plug. I grease it up. I work it into his inviting hole. He snaps his hole shut around the slender stem after the cone is deep inside. I am kneeling and love seeing the big black base filling his hole. I tap it. His body responds with a slight tremor. I pound on it with my fist. Evan groans out his pleasure as it seems to hit all the right spots inside him. I fuck him again. I grab the smallest chain and grease it. I work it into him link by link. “That is so heavy.” I smile, holding onto the last six links as I stand up. My cock is added, gliding over the hard, smooth links. “Damn…” he exhales. I fuck for a bit then pull it out link by link. Each link giving him a mini stretch. I fuck him. I move on to the speculum. He loves the cranking—and the prostate examination my lubed fingers give him. We break. I pull out the rimseat. “This is a first,” he tells me. “You want to?” “Yes!” I get under it and he sits. His ass is amazingly open—with the seat spreading him even more. My tongue goes deep. He squirms—wanting more. I eat his hole for a very long time—edging my dick all the while. We go back to the sling. Soon I have my fists back into him. We try for a double—but it doesn’t quite happen. A goal for another time. “Jerk off in me again.” His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him as my left hand pushes into him. My very red, very thick cock slides down my thin forearm—and into his hole. I curl my fingers around my cock, deep inside him. The slightest movement inside his ass is amplified for him. And there is the mind fuck we are both feeling. My hand is moving. Barely. But it must feel momentous for Evan. “Shoot in me.” My hand flicks over my over sensitive head. Once. Twice. And I explode. Covering my fingers. Covering the inside of his ass. My fingers working my load into him… The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/jerking-off-deep-in-his-ass.html

Near Home—April, 2021 So my last outing in April was back to the bookstore nearest my home. If the time before (detailed in the last entry) felt like I could not put a step wrong—this one felt quite different. Until an explosive end… The parking lot is busy—but not totally full as I pull in. A good sign. I pay and enter the larger, straight video room. A small crowd. I can actually sit in the aisle seat in the back. It’s the one I call the cocksucker seat as guys can stand along the back wall and with a simple turn be in your mouth. I stroke. Two guys are in the chairs in front of me and two guys are standing along the back wall. When I take my dick out, so do the men on the wall. I look at the one nearest me. He’s guy around my age who I have sucked before—and I know he likes my mouth. The other man is younger and new to me. He is late 40’s and looks like he is fresh from his construction job. I make eye contact with the guy closest to me. I nod at his cock. He nods back and begins to turn to me. With lightning speed the construction guy is on his knees and sucking the guy. I watch, slightly pissed, but wait for my turn. But in moments the guy being sucked blows his load and leaves. I wait for the construction guy to offer to suck me—or vice versa—but he zips up and leaves. In the dim light I can see the puddle of jizz on the floor where he shot as he took the load. The men in front of me are unaware—or pretending to be—or one of them may actually be asleep. I button up and go next door. I am all alone. The movie is good so I stay. Again, taking the cocksucker seat. I am not alone for long. A younger guy comes in. He stands against the side wall. He openly stares at my crotch. I spread my legs, that not so subtle invitation for him to kneel. He stands still and squeezes his bulge under his khakis. His eyes only leave my drooling dick once to look in my eyes. Instantly he looks to the floor, seemingly ashamed we had eye contact. “Do you want to suck it?” Even with the half-voice I use, it sounds loud in the empty theatre. He takes his eyes off me and looks at the screen for the first time. There is a long moment before he whispers: “I want to, but someone might come in.” “No one will care.” I can see him wrestling with himself as he looks back at me—and then back at the screen. He finally decides. He takes a deep breath and comes near me. He kneels. He kisses the head of my dick. Then seems unsure. Finally: “That jock of yours smells really strong.” I sigh and wait for him to bolt. But no, he unzips and pulls out his very small dick—and then opens his mouth and takes the head of my cock into his mouth. His tongue begins lapping quite nicely. But then his teeth connect with the glans—hard. I flinch. He doesn’t notice. Every time he comes up on my dick his teeth connect with my helmet head. Finally, I can’t take any more. I stand up—still in his mouth—and begin to fuck his face. This is better, I am in control—and deep enough not to let his teeth connect with my cock head. But it is too much for him. He shoots all over my boots. “Sorry…” he whispers as he stuffs himself into his Andrew Christian underwear and scurries out. Other guys amble in. Three of them. All are content to watch me stroke—and nothing more. I go back to the straight side. I lean against the wall. A rather thin, fey university student I recognize from here is in the cocksucker seat. He nods at me—but his attention is on a man leaning against the side wall by the door. With good reason. He is mid-30’s, perfect hair, chiseled features. In fact he’s the stereotype of the young dad in some Johnson & Johnson advertisement. I pull my cock out. It is harder now—at the thought of doing anything with this guy. The college kid moves his hand, so the guy can see both our dicks. He nods at us, his hand going to his crotch and cupping his literal baby maker. I nod. He nods. The kid nods. The baby daddy walks over to us. He is now between us on the back wall. He touches the shoulder of the college kid. “Suck my dick. Next door.” They go out, the kid barely having time to zip. I try to figure out if I should follow. I don’t want to be the sore loser. I wait a bit, sitting in the vacated seat. The two men ahead of me are still in the same places—one watching the movie and one now definitely asleep. I get up and go next door. The three men I left in the gay theatre are ringing the Baby Daddy and the college kid. They are all stroking to the scene in front of them. The college kid is on his knees, his dick out but forgotten, as he gives BD head. It’s a big dick, the daddy is sporting—at least 7 inches and thick. The kid is working hard. He soon resorts to his hand—jerking while sucking the head. Daddy will have none of that. Each time he does it, he pushes the kid’s hand away. I join the circle and pull out my dick. The Baby Daddy smiles at me. “I want to see you suck that big dick,” he tells the college kid. Gamely, the kid crawls over to me and starts sucking. The Daddy moves next to me, jerking wildly. “Blow your load down that cocksucker’s throat,” he tells me. Everybody in the room starts jerking faster as they watch me begin to fuck the college kid’s ovalled mouth. “That’s it. Make him take your load. Deep. So he can’t spit it out.” His own words are obviously turning him on. BD’s cock has grown thicker as he talks. The kid is tearing up. He can’t take much more of my pummeling. “He wants your cum, man, give it to him…” And I do. My body contorts and I shoot. Deep in the kid. He takes every drop. “Shit!” says Baby Daddy. “Let me…” I pull out. Baby Daddy steps in and shoots an impressive load all over the kids face. It runs down his nose, covers his lips and chin. Two spurts on his thick brows are about to drip into his eyes—but the boy smears them away, covering the rest of his face with cum . I flick the tip of Baby Daddy’s spent cock head and get the last drop on my index finger. He tastes as good as he looks. The original is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/07/he-wants-your-cum.html

The first time I ever heard about intentional HIV transmission was on American network TV, in an episode of Law & Order from the late 90s. It wasn’t porn. It wasn’t even gay. But still something stuck in my sex-fueled 14 y/o mind about it. Throughout my teens and 20s, I tried to have “normal” relationships with “normal” guys. I knew I “wasn’t supposed to” be turned on by HIV, but the thoughts kept coming back on their own. They made me super horny. I tried to repress this part of me, but it kept asserting itself. I (quietly) started bugchasing in 2013. The next year, I started dating a guy who told me about a new thing called PrEP. He wanted both of us to start Truvada, and I reluctantly agreed. Then we broke up. I stopped Truvada and I never returned to using condoms. I imply dropped my presumptions about how I was “supposed to” act. I paid attention to my body's reactions, and embraced the thoughts behind them. Slowly the poz scene became the most powerful sexual attraction I could find. I accepted that as part of my nature. I no longer feel conflicted, and I'm much happier (and hornier) for it.