FelchingPisser

He is a great bottom--(that is not me in the picture...I don't like anything but a tongue in my ass....)

Near Home—June, 2023 After all the ass of IML and then another hot butt in my playroom, I wanted a session that was more oral—either on me or by me. So off I went, on the first Friday afternoon of June, to the bookstore closest to me… It’s crowded. Both the parking lot and the straight cinema. I sit by the side wall, but with a good view of the room as well as the screen. There are about eight men in the room. Three are openly jerking to the rather nasty European anal porn on the screen. But no one is playing. Yet. I unbutton my trousers. My cock comes to attention easily at the DP happening on the screen. Across from me is a man in his early 50’s. His head is shaved, his body is lean, and his uncut cock is rampant. He has so much extra skin on his dick, that his fist brings it up to cover his cock head with every stroke. I nod to him. He nods to me—and turns back to the video. In the back row, a guy is now in the mouth of an older man who is sitting in the cocksucking seat. The guy getting head cums fast and noisily. They both leave. I grab my water bottle and go sit there. Shaved Head moves, too. Into the seat by the wall, where I just left. He watches me stroke to the video. I nod again. So does he—and he turns away once more. A man, well over 65, gets up from the front row of chairs. He is as tall as I am and likely ten years older. He comes back and leans against the wall next to me. He kneads the fly of his Bermuda shorts. Soon he unzips. A long, thin cock emerges. He jerks it—and turns to me. I nod. He steps one step closer. I reach out and guide his cock to my mouth. It snakes down my throat easily. The man grunts out his pleasure. Shaved Head is watching, beating his dick furiously. The more I suck the man in my mouth, the softer his cock gets. I wonder what I’m doing wrong. At that moment he grabs my head and climaxes. The cum doesn’t shoot out, it is like a faucet, it just runs out of his semi hard cock. And it doesn’t stop—I get a huge load. He pats me on the head as I lick any extra cum and spit off his dick. He nods to me—and leaves. Shaved Head stands and comes to lean on the wall. I begin to reach toward his dick, but he stops me with a slight turn away. “I just want to watch you.” “No problem.” A man arrives. Shaved Head gives him room so he can stand next to me. The new guy is nothing special. But he wants his dick sucked. I give him head as he leans slightly, so he can fondle my cock. “You need to fuck me with this.” I ask if he’s cleaned out—and he looks as if I’m speaking some alien tongue. I decline the offer. He leaves. Shaved Head steps back next to me. “I’d love to see you fuck him with that thing between your legs.” I shake my head. “I like a clean hole.” “Oh, fuck!” Shaved Head cums—in giant splats of jizz on the floor. He pulls out the ubiquitous fast food napkins and cleans himself up. I button up and go next door. There are two men here. A guy around my age who loves to give me head any time he sees me. The other is a very hot stranger. Both men are jerking. The guy I know is soon on my cock. He is always enthusiastic, if not highly skilled. But it feels great and is a good change. The stranger is early 40’s and built—a gym regular. You can see all sorts of muscles thorough his rather tight and white T-shirt. His shorts, no underwear, are around his ankles. He is beating a very hard cock, moving his gaze back and forth from the screen to us. My cocksucker’s knees soon wear out. He stands and stretches. Then he kneels in front of Gym Built. The man graciously removes his hand from his sizable dick and lets my enthusiastic friend give him head. I watch. I am curious about Gym Built constantly pulling on his own nut sack as he gets sucked. Is he delaying his orgasm? Again, the cocksucker needs to take a break. He goes back to his chair. I want a turn on Gym Built’s cock. I catch his eye. He grins and nods. I go to my knees. Well, fuck, it’s bigger up close. My length, though not as thick. I lean forward and take him in my mouth. In a few moments, he does the same pull on his nut sack. He’s not delaying orgasm—he’s into CBT—I can tell he is actually crushing those nuts in his hand. I deep throat him a couple of times, and then my mouth moves to his balls. He grunts—surprised and pleased. I usually don’t like guys sucking on my nuts, I want them licked. I do that to him, but I am pretty sure he wants that pull. I am able to just get both into my mouth. I suck them. He moans. I suck hard, increasing the tension. He moans louder. Gotcha. I do it a couple more times, before my left hand encircles them right at the top of the sack. I suck his dick again and my hand is pulling the sack down. He begins breathing hard, muttering out a “Yes…” I do it again. And then some variations. Just the pull. Just my mouth. He is in heaven that some one else is doing what he usually has to do to his own balls. I surprise him. I rise up and use my super hard cock to beat his nut sack. We both love the sound of my meaty penis thudding onto his wet sack. I pull them toward me. And use my cock repeatedly as if was a night stick. He moans and nods for me to do it again. So, I do. Harder. He is close. My free hand clamps around his nuts. My mouth finds his cock head. My hand squeezes. Gym Built groans, his voice filling the small room. My hand tightens slightly—and he begins to shoot into my mouth. I let up on his balls so the cum can really flow. He shakes in his seat as I take his seed. Afterwards, he pulls me close and whispers a heartfelt thank you in my ear. As he lets me go, I stand up to move out of his way. He nuts are flushed from the blood flowing to them. His cock is drooling, so I bend to take the final drip, with a slight heft of his abused balls. We hug again, once his shorts are pulled up and fastened. “Nice to meet someone who gets it…” he murmurs—and is gone… I sit back down, feeling pleased and almost sated, though I have not shot… * I sucked two more dicks that night. One was even a big beer can, but they were all just quick release and gone. So, four loads swallowed. One other man struggled to get me off, but I wore him out, never getting over the edge… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Gym Built's Balls (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 22, 2023

Are you a member of Waterboys.com? It is a hook up site for piss guys. (As we are so scattered around the country, it doesn't work very well.) But if you join, there is a "Guide" tab that lists what few piss clubs are still around the US. Chicago's club is still quite active.

My Playroom—May, 2023 I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email. Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a visit. Could I host him for a day? I could. He arrived in the early afternoon. It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs. I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state. He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile… I walk into the playroom. Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench. He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build. But he has trimmed up since he was last here. He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch. He inhales deeply. This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it. He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait. He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat. I come to full erection inside him. Choking him. Making him reluctantly pull off me. He pants and takes me down again. I fuck his face a little. He relaxes and I go deeper yet. I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft. “Clean that up,” I tell him. He sucks me clean. Until I pull more out of his throat. “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.” Davis scrambles up. I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack. I finger some into his not too tight pucker. I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass. I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue. I hear the poppers open. He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place. I stand up, my lubed cock drooling. I push into him. He grunts and takes me quite easily. He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out. Over and over. I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock. “Please let me taste…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth. He groans—and cleans me thoroughly. I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube. I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. He complies. Whimpering. And cleans my dick once again. I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it. “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.” Davis kneels on the mat. He spends long minutes working his tongue over them. Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down. I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. His response is to go a little lower on my perineum. He grunts, and tells me how good I taste. And goes a little farther yet. “Do you want to rim me?” This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this. He looks up, but stays in position. “I do—if you like it.” I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time. And he’s good at it. I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique. “I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.” I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass… * We move to the sling. I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there. I stand up. Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack. I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again. I fuck. His eyes riveted to the mirror above. I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock. I pick up my phone and snap some pictures. PIC 1 PIC 2 We break. He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling. I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole. I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants. When he slows down, we reverse. I eat his hole some more. I stand up. “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.” Davis nods. “While I have some rope, I like this better.” I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers. I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling. The wrap clings to itself securely. I cover his crotch with the film, too. I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling. I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head. He can’t move. Nor does he want to. He begins to pant. Pic 3 Pic 4 I have left his ass crack open. I start by pissing on it. I splash some up onto his stomach. Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness. It pours off him onto the towel below. I lick up what is on his ass. I fit my blindfold over his eyes. I go back and toy with his hole. Just my fingertips, teasing him. Slowly, I change to my dick. The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips. Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. More piss, right on his crack. And a hard, chain rattling, fuck. We break. I cut him loose. I suggest the rimseat. I make him go under first. He has never had anyone sit on his face before. He acquits himself well. I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there. He whimpers with each stroke. I pull out and sit back on his face. His tongue has found new energy in its attack. Of course, we reverse it, too. I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole. I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure. My cock is rampant. It’s time to breed. We both know it. We go to the sling. I want to see his face as I shoot. I fuck for a bit. One last piss rinse of his crack. A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck. I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue. I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age. I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time. It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out. I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it. I leave the rest of the load for him… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2023

Chicago—May, 2023 There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut. After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.) I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie. We nodded to each other. We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked. Well, that was not his intention at all. He loosened his tie after the first hour. He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed. I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. Well, damn. There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going. Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux. He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss. Which they did. When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well. Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks. All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.) At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency. I doubt he got his deposit back… I am sorry I missed it. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2023

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Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023

I wouldn't want to do them all the time, but I do enjoy them. All that ass for the taking...

Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023

Every bottom who loves anonymous cock should do a horse market. And it would be hot to get inside you there...

Chicago—May, 2023 (Picking up where we left off…you may want to read the previous post if you haven't.) …“I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss. We can’t seem to stop passing the bear’s load back and forth to each other. I finally let him swallow—he is the load collector, after all. I fuck him again, but then tell him that I’ll be back, that I don’t want to monopolize his time. I move away. Instantly another man in up the young man’s ass. I find the white guy, the friend of the man with the great dreadlocks. We exchange oral sex in a far corner of the room. He goes down on me first, relishing the leftover load on my dick. Then it’s my turn. He has a piercing in his thick cock, a stud, not a full-on PA. My tongue plays with it—and it seems to be a major turn on for him. His cock can’t stop producing precum. He pulls me up and we kiss, his tongue demanding the juices I’ve collected… * I fuck Keshawn back in a sling. I fuck him until I am breathless. An older gentleman has been stroking to the fuck. He asks if he could have a go on my dick. I tell him I am winded and will get back to him. He nods, likely not believing me. But I seek him out, a few random holes later. He leans against the table and offers me his ass. With the crowd around the table, it’s cramped for me to kneel, but I do. I want to open his hole with my tongue. He groans all the time I am down there. I think I hear poppers, but it’s hard to tell with the constant noise of sex and the music track. But his hole seems to open—and I stand up and insert. He takes it all, until my pubes are grinding against his ass. I start easy. I don’t think he’s had many cocks tonight. I slap his ass—and he gasps, but in a good way. He begins meeting each thrust by pushing back on me. His ass suddenly convulses around my cock. I think I have just fucked a load out of him. He asks me to stop—and hurries out of the space… * I have my eye on a new arrival who is taking a ton of daddy cock. But I am distracted by spying the guy with the great dreadlocks, taking a drink from his water bottle. I work my way over to him through the crowd of men fucking. We chat for a second about how the night is going. Then—I just come out with it: “Would you let me eat your butt? I wanted to, earlier, but…” “Shut up—and stick that tongue in me.” He moves two steps to the table and juts this incredibly full bubble butt at me. I go to my knees and dive in. He pulls one his cheeks to the side, allowing me in even deeper. “Damn you’re good,” he groans. This makes me work twice as hard to pleasure him. I love eating top hole. It can be a totally different experience for me, knowing I’m not going to stick my dick in there later. I work until I have him very open. He pulls me up. “Kiss me, pig…” Our mouths meet and he groans deep in his throat as he tastes himself… * I meet Keshawn. He impales himself on me for a few strokes and then introduces me to a Latin looking guy who was on Keshawn’s birthday cruise. The guy is terrifically hairy—think Alex Tikas, but with even more hair. The guy grabs my dick, hefts it and leads me to a spot where he can lean against the wall. I fuck him first. Then I eat his super hairy hole and fuck him again. He thanks me and moves on. I find him one more time, later in the evening. It’s always about his ass. My dick never goes in his mouth… I find the same gorgeous boy in the sling. He welcomes me back with a killer smile and I begin feasting on the new loads shot into him. And sharing them with him. He doesn’t have to ask me to do it this time around. We both know what we want. I felch. I drool it into his mouth. We kiss. We fuck. I let another man have a turn and stand to the side to watch the fuck. The guy doesn’t load him, but he churns the loads that are in him. The moment he pulls out, I clean his dick. And share. I clean up the young man’s hole. And share. I fuck—and make him clean me. Other men are waiting so I move on—but I know who I will be loading this evening. Keshawn finds me. It’s a slightly longer fuck, this time. He bends to take another white daddy in his mouth as I plow… * There is a set end time to Cum-Union, so they can have a regular bar night, as well. The crowd is thinning after they shoot in someone’s ass or on the floor. I do clean up on a couple of guy’s butts. I work my way toward the middle sling and the loaded boy. Keshawn stops me for a fuck. I know he wants my load. I realize, as he pushes himself back on me, that I don’t care who gets it. Keshawn is groaning. He suddenly pulls off my cock, pivots, and shoot a massive load all over my cock. I grin and we both go to the middle sling. Two men, partners I would guess, are taking turns on the young man. Both load him quickly so they can leave. “I brought you his load on my cock,” I tell the young man, pointing at Keshawn. I slowly insert my cock in the now dripping hole. I fuck, churning these last three loads for sure, and who knows how many more. I finally have to stop and taste the gooey mixture of seed. My mouth is full, really full of cum from his ass. I feed it to the young man. Keshawn jerks his spent dick. The young man grabs his own hard cock and strokes it as I feed him more and more. I slip my cock in him again, the moment my mouth is finally empty. I am so close. I pump a few strokes. His hole sloshes, there is so much jizz in him. “Let me give you some more…” “Fuck yes, daddy. I want it so bad…” That does it. I fire into him again and again. I grab the sling frame and hang on. I stay there for what seems a long time. I go to my knees one last time and get a mouthful of my own load missed with so many more. I move to the side of the sling and first, I make him clean my dick. Then I lean in to kiss him one last time with the mouthful of my own cum. It just keeps dripping into his mouth. That is when his load hits my shoulder as he shudders out his orgasm… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 2 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 9, 2023

Chicago—May, 2023 And here it was Saturday. I woke up late—though the Horse Market had not been a particularly late night. I was just tired from all that fucking. I had a very late breakfast. I thought about going into the leather market at the main hotel, but I just couldn’t face it. Instead, I wrote up some notes about all the men I had plundered. My phone went off. It was Keshawn. I read the text—asking if I was excited about tonight. Just the thought that I would be inside him this evening caused the first stirring of my cock that afternoon. He told me he was going in early. He told me again that I would love how the bar had refurbished the Hole—the subterranean play space. (It really had been a hole in the wall, cramped and tight and I had to keep ducking so as not to hit the pipes that ran under the floor above. But it had always been fun. I loved CumUnion there better than anywhere else as we were all crammed in that one small space, not spread out over two or three floors of bathhouse.) I ate a light dinner and got ready. I ditched the chaps (having learned my lesson about heat in a small room last night) and just had my harness, semi-dirty jock, boots and wrist band. I zipped myself into my flight suit to cover it all and drove up the few blocks to the bar. I was even able to find free parking. I walked to the back entrance the staff had told us to use… There is Keshawn—still in line, waiting to be let in at the appointed hour. We hug. We chat. We compare notes on the weekend. Almost instantly we are let in and down the stairs we go. I love just slipping off the flight suit and I am ready to check my bag with the (hot!) coat check boys. I take a look at the space. They have raised the ceiling or lowered the floor. I am able to stand upright without fearing a concussion. The pipes above are now hidden. The floor has been freshly poured with concrete. There are two slings along one wall. Another one is right where we step down into the playspace from the hall and the fourth is dead center of the room. There is also a high table, the perfect height to lean against and jut your ass out invitingly. There are maybe 15 of us right at 5:00pm. It swells into whatever the room capacity is—perhaps 50? 70? in another 30 minutes. Keshawn has his hand on my cock. He goes to his knees and sucks me. Others around us are doing the same thing. I really want his ass—at first he uses the table—but we quickly grab one of the slings for our first fuck. He lays back and I work my tongue deep into him. I want to stay longer eating him out, but my dick wants inside him. Now. I stand up and slide in. I love watching his eyes roll back into his head. No sacks over anyone’s head tonight. Our eyes lock and I hammer into his ass as he jerks his massive dick. I stop only to taste all of the ass juices he’s produced. I lick him up and plow into him again—the second of countless times we meet up and fuck for a few minutes over the next few hours… * It is a racially mixed crowd this evening. It is good to be in a big city. A younger Latino pulls me to the side and goes to his knees. He gives me some expert head. “To get you ready for my ass…” he mumbles. Soon enough he stands and leans against the wall, jutting his brown butt towards me. I surprise him by kneeling and eating his hole. He whimpers as my tongue reams him out. Again, I sort of have to tell myself to stop rimming, he tastes so good—and his hole just keeps flowering open. But I do—and I stand up and push in. “Fuck me hard!” I build quickly. I slam into his butt. The young man is loud enough in his delighted groans that heads turn to watch us. I fuck him hard—then pull out. “Clean my dick.” He spins, bends over and is on me before I finish the sentence. When he gets me really wet with his saliva, I am ready for another round, but a big bear of a white man is now taking advantage of his ass. I grin at the bear and nod. He makes the Latino turn 180 so he cleans the bear while I fuck again. We turn him once more before we all go on to different men… * I can’t take my eyes off a Black top who is fucking his white buddy (They were in the entrance line with us.) The top has the most luxurious dreads I have ever seen. His cock is large, though not massive. He has his buddy in the center sling. I stand to the side and stroke as they fuck. “Take a turn. You’ll love his ass.” He pulls out. I go to my knees and clean his dick. “You dirty fucker. You better lick his hole, too.” He doesn’t need to prompt me. I can’t wait. But I also like that the top pushes me into the wet crack. I lick and spit. I am in my own personal heaven, with his hand grinding my face into the wet ass. “Now fuck him good.” I stand up and slide in. The top watches me fuck. And then he goes to his knees—I assume to watch me plow at eye level. But no, he’s under us—licking the shaft on my backstroke. I slow the fuck to enjoy the added sensation. I pull out—and he returns the favor of cleaning my cock. I stick my dick back in the bottom, while the top can’t stop licking my hairy nut sack. I begin to pump again. Two strokes. Five. Let him clean my dick. And repeat. I fuck and the top stands up. “Let me do that with you,” I ask. We change places. He begins to fuck. I crawl under the sling and get lost in the sweet smell of mansex as I begin to lick his big balls… * Keshawn finds me. He bends, leaning against the wall. He grabs my cock and guides it into him once again. I let him control how long we fuck. He soon pulls off me and goes back to the hunt. * I find the middle sling has a new occupant. He is a light skinned Black man, maybe 30, his hair shaved close to the scalp. He wears a blue jock that mostly covers his hard cock. He is being fucked by every man in the room. I watch two guys do him and watch the expressions on their faces. This guy must have a magic hole. The tops always look totally blissed out as they plow him. It’s now my turn. I eat him first. He is incredibly wet. Not with full loads, but just his own juices and a ton of pre-cum. I stand up. We lock eyes. “Let me taste it,” he pleads. I bend over and kiss him. It starts as a feeding of his juices—and ends in a passionate kiss. My cock has found his own way into his hole while our tongues collide. I finally break the kiss to fuck. Hard and long. Slow and sensual. And then my face gets buried in his butt again. “Please,” he murmurs as I stand go inside him again. I lean and kiss him. This time the kiss is only broken as I feel a man feeling the length of my ass crack. I straighten, remove the hand on my ass and fuck. Keshawn comes over and watches. He sticks his long dick into the guy’s mouth as I plow. “I need to shoot,” says the man behind me. I pull out and a bearish guy, around my age, just makes it into the hot, wet hole I’ve been fucking. He pulls out fast. I go to my knees and taste the load. I fill my mouth with it and bring it up to young man. I dribble it in at first and then our mouths meet in another kiss… (To be continued…) The Original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: CumUnion in the Hole, Part 1 (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 8, 2023

Thank you. I missed this when you wrote it. I agree--that we all can use a good reminder to take care of ourselves. Taking care of the body just helps perpetuate more and better sex.

Chicago—May, 2023 I slept so well on Thursday night after unloading that large load in the motel cumdump. Friday, I had a late breakfast and was not planning on doing anything as I was headed to another Horse Market that night. I knew that I did not want to fuck at all during the morning or afternoon, keeping the entire reserve of my freshly-made-over-night seed for the mares. But Evan, the man who usually drives to my house from the burbs of Chicago, saw I was in town. He was fine with me not wanting to use my dick. He’d bring toys and I had my hands. He arrived before the motel filled up the rest of the way for the weekend. He brought with him three beautiful Square Peg copper-colored toys, lube and some pads to protect the bed and carpet. We started with him on all fours. I used all three of the superbly crafted toys on him before I switched to my hands. Then we took a break. He flipped to his back and we did it all again. An almost two-hour session. Somehow with my dick out of play, I don’t think this meet needs a play by play. But it was a great way for me to have some action during the day—and still keep my cock wanting all that ass that night. And it’s always good to see Evan… Chicago—May, 2023 After Evan left, I cleaned up, ate an early dinner and went to the venue for check in at 6pm. It is an art gallery located between Boystown downtown and the gay bars on the north side. It is always odd to stand around with the other tops waiting to go in. But this time, being in a city I know well, I knew three of them from other events in Chicago. I also saw a man I recognized from the Horse Market in Cleveland in April. There was one more man I knew, Eric, who had been in the two porn videos I shot here during IML’s past. We were finally ushered in and stripped down in the room. PIC (Just today HMSF published the newsletter about this event and used this picture. I hope he is fine with me showing off the space, too, saving a lot of words.) It was more compact than the space in Cleveland, but that’s not a bad thing. It would make the mares kneel closer together on the tables. I was sure we’d be slipping into one from another, that much easier. I stripped down and added my chaps and harness. (It is a leather weekend, after all!) and checked my bag of clothes. I got my picture taken with my assigned number on a wrist band held next to the bulge in my jock. And we waited. Finally, we were led out of the room so the mares could be let in. We waited in a stairwell—men feeling themselves up to make sure that their cock was starting to pump blood. We were let in… It is a breathtaking sight to see so many naked or jocked (and hooded!) men offering their asses to you. I would guess there are 30 or so mares presenting themselves to us. All but one has a red hood—meaning they want it bareback. It looks like there are a few more stallions; some are waiting their turn to get into a man. I find a lovely round and hairy white butt in the air. I kneel and rim him. He groans, joining the moans and groans of all the other mares—and a good number of stallions, too. I finally feel like I have opened his tight ass enough to get in. I tell him this is a big one to start—and inch into him. He yelps—but relaxes with some poppers. I fuck him slow—then hard. He thanks me and I move on. An ebony ass next. Dark skin and jet black hair in the crack. I spread his full cheeks apart. His ass lips are already puffy. I have seen three guys use him already. I rim him. He babbles a running stream of ‘fucks!’ His ass is juicy—a natural luber—and I stay on my knees a long time. Finally, I fuck him. “Now that’s a cock,” he groans. He squeezes down on me. I sigh. I fuck him for a long time—and return countless times to him in the next few hours… * It's hot and airless in here now. I rather wish I had not worn my leather. I have fucked big bears in slings. And one on the bench. I railed two otters who were kissing each other and moaning into the other’s mouth—as another top and I traded off on them. Back and forth we went in their holes. There have been a few very subby men who barely whimper—and just take it. I now have three favorites…The Black man I mentioned early on, and two men in slings. One is a bear. He seems to be a load magnet. Men are always fucking him and seem to lose control and give him their seed. He encourages me to always churn the cum and push it deeper into him. I do. Again and again as the night wears on. The other is a young furry man in the opposite sling. He is young and lithe with a nice chest and a hole that will not let go of any cock in it. I stand by his head, my cock, covered in cum from his ass, is in his mouth as he takes a younger top. The top explodes inside. I move around to felch. He begs me to snowball it to him. I do, drop by drop. He is so turned on, his cock erects inside his blue jock. I fuck him again—and promise I will be back. * It is late. I go to the sling with the bear. I have decided I want to load him. He has not had as many as the young guy, so I want to help even things out for him. But he gone. The sling is empty. I go to the young man. He is being pounded by first one then another of two guys that I have seen work in tandem all evening. The first guy, on round two, loses it. He cums. The other guy drives into the slippery mess. I stand to the side—waiting and stroking. They leave. I go to my knees and begin to felch. “You’re here—perfect timing,” the otter groans. “Feed them to me?” I make myself stand up. I lean across him and kiss him with the mouthful of jizz. No dripping into his open mouth this time. Our tongues collide, pushing the creamy mess back and forth in our mouths. He groans. I feel his hard cock press against my own. I go back and eat a little more. We repeat the kiss. We are both damned hungry for each other. I need to breed. I slip into him. I have swallowed and shared a lot of cum—but he is still creamy inside. I love the wet sloshing sound I make as I fuck. And I’m there. I shoot a replacement load for what we’ve eaten out of him. I bend to kiss him again. We hold like that for a long time. My dick will not go down. “Let me clean it,” he murmurs. I go down and felch my own load for a moment. I share it with the otter. He swallows hungrily. And only then do I let him clean my cock. “You are still really hard. Fuck me.” I do. And I actually can give him a second load! The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Toy Play (and an Update) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 5, 2023 And Here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: Horse Market (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 6, 2023

Chicago—May, 2023 I had decided to do three major events at IML this year—and to not stay at the host hotel. All three events were in the northside gay area of Chicago, so why not stay there, too? It made sense. And it was cheaper than anywhere downtown, as the motel I reserved had free parking. I could always go down to the Congress for the leather market or for late night revels. I was happy with my choice to get out of the madhouse—and choose when to join the other leather folks. It was an easy drive into the city, but not through it. I-94 stopped dead for miles, right where it goes under downtown, adding 30 minutes to my usual drive time. Eventually, I checked in and got online. Well, after they gave me the correct password. I had nothing planned on this travel day. But a young-ish cumdump had set up shop in my motel, before he moved down to the Congress for the rest of the weekend. I checked in when he was in his last 45 minutes of his time there. He gave me his room number and I went downstairs… I knock. It takes a moment, but a mid-30’s man answers the door. He is on the phone. He pauses that conversation and asks if I could come back in five. I go back up to my room and wait. I go back down. He’s still on the phone, but this time he gestures me in. He then goes into the bathroom to carry on his conversation. I sit and start to strip. A young Black man is on one of the two beds, working on his phone. We nod to each other. As I get naked, but for the dirty jock and socks, the bathroom door opens. “Sorry. Work.” I get a better look at the main event. He is mid to late 30’s, short, cubby and Latino. He grins at my bulge and drops his gym shorts to the floor, keeping on a long t-shirt. He comes to me and cups my mound. “Nice…” he murmurs, before he goes to his knees. He unwraps the goods and takes me deep. Effortlessly. He does it repeatedly until he gags himself and comes up gasping for air. “Get up on the bed. I want to eat your ass.” CumDump scrambles up on all fours. His ass is wonderfully hairy. I dig in. The hair around his puffy hole is wet with leaking jizz. I lap this up as he groans. “You like that, don’t you?” he moans, remembering my screenname. I grunt assent. I can’t get enough of the who-knows-how-many loads after his 6 hours of being here. I make myself stand up. “I’m gonna churn those loads,” I tell him as I slide in. The poppers open and he huffs. The man on the other bed stops work and watches. “Film it…” CumDump tells the guy. The Black guy find his camera app and asks me if it’s alright. I nod and tell him even if he gets my face, it’s fine. I begin to pump and the camera man is everywhere, to the side, under me, in front of me, filming the fuck for his friend. After a few minutes of fucking in all that cum, I pull out and move to CumDump’s mouth. “Clean me...” He is on me before I can finish the sentence. He licks up the combined loads that are sticking to my dick. When he’s done, I go back and eat his hole. I have left it frothy. I ask how many loads. He’s not quite sure. Around 20. And I believe him. My mouth is planted over his hole. “Here, Daddy.” He pushes and I get a massive amount of jizz in my mouth. I savor and swallow it all. My tongue cleans him up all over again. I stand up and fuck him a second time. Harder. Camera man moves in closer to zero in on my cock pushing into the wet hole. CumDump is rhythmically squeezing my dick. I am feeling very good—very fast. I finally pull out so he can taste them all once again. This time I lie down so he can really feast on my wet dick. “Lick my balls, too. They’re covered.” He does. He licks me all over—and comes up to kiss me. We share a sloppy kiss. “Breed me, Daddy. Please.” I am not good at quick pump and dumps, but this guy seems to be the exception to the rule. I am so close to refilling his ass. I go back to his ass, pull him up onto all fours and sink to my knees to lick his hole once again. “You want more?” He pushes again. It’s not as much, but still a sizable amount of jizz squirts into my mouth. I groan. I swallow. I lick him clean. I want to seed this boy. I slip into his slick chute. I pump for a few moments. He reaches back with the bottle of poppers in his hand. I take a hit, still doing a slow in and out. The moment the cap is on I begin to drill him in earnest. “Fuck me! Fill me up!” “Want me to replace all that cum I ate?” He moans out his pleasure at the idea. I’m building fast. A few more strokes and I grab his hips, stop thrusting and let my balls empty into him. I can’t move for what seems like a long time. I finally pull out. He starts to turn, so he can clean my cock, but I hold him in place. I sink to my knees so I can clean up the mess I’ve made first—giving my cock time to not be ultra-sensitive. I lap up all my stray jizz that my cock head has pulled out. Only then do I stand back up and let him clean my drooling dick… * I told him about the blog as I dressed and he sent me picture for it. A very hot man knocked on the door as I was re-tying my boots. Why didn’t he get there 10 minutes earlier…??? The original post, with a picture, is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The CumDump (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 3, 2023

If you are as interested in piss as you say, go to the group. You're right, you could leave. Or you could hover at the bar watching the decadence while drinking water until your bladder is ready to burst--and go piss on the guys in the wading pool. More than likely, after some adjustment time, you will be kneeling in a dark corner letting two men piss all over you... Life is too short. Try it. If you hate it, you'll know it's a better fantasy than reality...

My Playroom—May, 2023 Maybe it was a good thing I didn’t get off at the bookstore, for the next day I got a text from Jack, the bearish man who has turned into such a fluid pig in my playroom. He wondered if I had time for a meet in the next couple of days. I did have the time—and I had balls I wanted to empty before my trip to Chicago. We found a time and in less than 24 hours, he was at my door… “I need to piss!” Jack announces as I open the front door. “Which way is the john, again?” I point down the hall and around to the left. He starts in that direction and stops. “I should save it. Let’s go to the playroom.” We do. I re-start the movie to give us some groans and piss splashings to accompany our own. I go upstairs to strip, leaving Jack to do the same. When I return in used jock and boots, I find him kneeling, naked, at the end of the fuck bench. “Give me your cock!” he whispers. I grind the yellowing pouch of the jock into his face. Jack huffs the fragrance deep into his lungs before his tongue begins wetting the fabric. He works the entire pouch until it is damp and only then do I take my hardening cock out of it. He swallows me down, taking me to the root on the first try. Soon my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle. I catch the strands each time he surfaces and smear them onto my dick. “Can you take a fuck? Or do you need to get rid of that piss?” “Fuck me.” He scrambles up on the bench. He knows my routine. I go to my knees and begin licking his hole. Jack’s ass opens on the first touch of my tongue. He is horny—and that’s fine by me. I spit one last time and push it as deep into him as my tongue will let me. I stand up. My cock slaps his ass. “Give it to me hard.” I glide in. He grunts as my cock stretches him out. I let him take a hit of poppers and begin the fuck. Hard and demanding. Jack groans loudly. He looks over to his side at the mirror tilted against the wall so he can see me ravage his hole. I slap his ass and he tightens down on my cock. I fuck. And fuck. “Let me taste my ass, man.” I obligingly pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cleans me—hungrily. “Let’s go to the sling,” I tell him. He gets up and is moves towards it. “I’m getting in it—you need to spray that piss all over my ass—and clean it up.” I hop in, resting my long legs on the chains. Jack kneels and begins rimming me. It’s my turn to groan. Almost immediately he stands up and begins to hose me down. Ass crack. Balls. The cock I’m jerking. And back again. The moment his bladder runs down, he is on his knees slurping up his piss. He cleans me up—and then concentrates on eating my hole. You can feel how much he loves doing it. He can’t stop—and I don’t want him to. I borrow his poppers for a quick hit. The moment the cap is back on it, I babble about how good his tongue is making me feel. I shut my eyes for a moment, but open them to watch him tongue fuck me in the mirror above the sling. He burrows in, spits and keeps going. He jerks his cock relentlessly as he pleasures me with his tongue. But soon enough, I want to be doing that to his ass. We switch. The moment I have his ankles in the stirrups, I kneel and begin licking the hole I fucked with such force. His ass lips are slightly swollen. I work them open until his hole is gaping. Only then do I stand up and piss on his relaxed ass. “Fuck that piss into me.” He’s read my mind. I don’t clean up all the droplets hanging on the hairs of his ass crack with my tongue; I fuck them into his already wet hole. Jack watches it all in the mirror above him. My cock pummels him hard. Over and over. I pull it out and move to his head. He cleans me up—enjoying the mix of piss and ass jizz. “Leave lots of spit on my cock—I don’t want to re-lube…” He does—and I fuck it into his hungry hole… * I need a break. I have been alternating fucking his hole, usually after a splash of piss, and then letting him savor all those flavors in his mouth. Now, I want some too. I get him out of the sling and spread the mat for the rimseat. I lie down and he sits, spreading his hole open for my tongue. I instantly get a drip of piss from what is clinging to the hair on the outside of his hole. I lick that up before burrowing into him. I have not pissed a full load into him, just a quick spurt, each time before I fucked him. He is seriously wet now between that piss and his own ass jizz. I can’t stop eating his hole. But he decides for me. He stands up. “It’s my turn.” We change places. He eats my much less damp hole. Suddenly, I stand up. I move around, lifting his legs to my shoulders and fuck him as he lies there, his face framed with the toilet seat. He grunts out his pleasure at being used. I have a mental flash of how hot it would be if a third man was here so he could be rimming him as I fucked. This thought makes me pre-cum even more inside him. I pull out of his ass and sit back down so he can rim me some more… * We have moved back to Jack being in the sling. My cock is deep inside him, hammering away. “Cum inside me...” Jack groans. “I want your load.” I am close. I have really hydrated for this session—and I know I won’t be able to cum with a bladder still full of piss. I keep fucking. Jack keeps jerking his thick cock. I pull out and in moments I am pissing a torrent of clear piss all over Jack. Just as much as I took from him early on. I cover his ass, his cock (which he stops jerking, he is so turned on) and his chest—then back to his balls and ass crack. When it’s done, I go to my knees and begin licking his ass crack. I jerk my cock. I can’t get enough of either sensation. And I’m there. I stand up just in time to fuck my load deep into his pissy guts… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Needs to Take a Piss (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 1, 2023

One of the reasons I write the blog is to try to catch how we have sex, and not just the mechanics. I am glad this resonated with you. Thanks.

Thank you!

Near Home—May, 2023 I have two meets in May to write up before we get to my IML reporting. Here is the first. It was just a quick trip to the bookstore—wanting to drop a load before I went to Chicago… It’s a Saturday afternoon. The sun is bright through the windshield of my Focus. I park between two huge pickup trucks in the partially full lot. I go into the dimly lit store, buy my ticket and go into the even darker straight theatre. It takes me a moment to see there are several men here and I can sit in the back row—in the infamous cocksucker’s seat. I sit—and unbutton. I hear jerking in front of me. It must be the older man with a very large bald patch. His shoulders are shaking to the rhythm of his self-abuse. Scattered around the room, three other men are kneading shorts or pants. One looks at me—and not at the screen. He is new to me, a big ex-footballer in build, Caucasian and wearing a ball cap. He stands up and comes nearer. He stands next to me. Now I can see, in his face, that he’s older than I first thought. Late 40’s or early 50’s. He continues to grope himself as he watches me stroke. Finally, he leans down, close to my ear. “Let me suck that thing. Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I simply spread my legs. He goes to the floor and takes me deep, the very first moment. He is a very experienced cocksucker. I sigh and knead his shoulder as he goes to work. Everything is right. No teeth, great suction and a sloppy wet mouth with incredibly versatile tongue action. At the five minute mark I tell him how good he is. He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going. The guy down front stands up and shoots all over the floor. This makes the man on his knees start a repeated deep throat on me. He is sure I am going to fire off at any minute. There is a moment that I think I actually might. But as soon as I think it—the tide of potential cum recedes. Did he feel my cock head swell and then go back down? He gets up, acting like he’s wasted his time. I tell him again how good it was and that it takes me forever to get off anymore. He grunts. I suggest he check back later. He goes out—letting the door slam. I sigh. The room empties out. I do up my fly and go next door. A burly Black man, who I see here all the time, is actually getting head. He usually just strokes. The man doing him is another regular. I leave them to it, as they seem to have no interest in me joining. I go back to the other theatre. There is a new man, jerking. He is all about the video. The one time I catch his eye, I do the nod to his hard cock—does he want help? He shakes his head and never glances at me or my dick again. I wait for the good cock sucker to come back—but I never see him again. The large Black man comes in. He stands against the back wall and jerks—obviously and man with the beard did not get his load. We make eye contact. He shows off his cock, but seems to not want me to do anything with it. He eyes mine—but just as bate fuel. A very old man comes in. He sits on the bench in front of me. He pulls out his cock. I can’t see it, but I can tell. He jerks—looking only at the threeway on the screen. The door opens again. I pray it is my cocksucker—but no. It is a man with a long hipster beard. The hair on his head is cropped close. He must be in his late 30’s. He would look totally at home behind the counter in a trendy coffee shop. Except he is kneading his crotch. He watches me—and then the Black man against the wall next to me. Back and forth—with an occasional break to watching the screen. Finally, he unzips. This makes the man against the wall jerk faster. I actually slow down. The three of us nod to each other—but neither man moves to me. I start to get up—and the bearded boy instantly turns back to the screen. We stroke. And stroke. We are now watching each other, not the movie. I assume the two younger men are going to go for it. I wait for one to go out the door and into the gay theatre so they can be in faux-privacy in the darkest corner behind the door. And guess, what? Bearded Boy shoves his regulation sized cock back in his pants and goes out. The man on the wall does the same. I stroke. I hear the gay theatre door open through the adjoining wall. I wait. I do myself up and go over. The Black man is nowhere to be seen. Bearded Boy is stroking more openly to the anal sex on the screen here. He nods to me again. And at that moment, the man I think of as the Cock Kisser moves into my line of vision and to his knees to ‘suck’ Bearded Boy. The guy is a horrible sucker—I know from years of him thinking his ‘kisses’ are going to get me off, with just my cock head in his mouth. I go back to the straight theatre and stand to the side so I can watch the guy who was in front of me jerk. Finally, I sit back behind him. I hear the door open and close next door. I go back. Bearded Boy is still there, his pants done up. We nod again. “He get you off?” Bearded Boy shakes his head. “Let me do it right.” I go to my knees and he unzips. He sighs the moment my lips and tongue envelop him. I suck. I tongue his balls, eliciting another groan. “You swallow?” I grunt a ‘yes’ and he gives me the size load most young men shoot… He thanks me profusely—finding his tongue after his orgasm. I have my left hand around his nuts, holding him in place so I can clean his cock. He thanks me again as I finally release him. He leaves. I do one more check. Now both theatres are empty—and looking out the front door, I see the only cars in the lot are the clerks and mine… So much for dropping that load… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Finishing the Job (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 30, 2023

I train my boys by telling them to drink their own. Every time.

My Playroom—May, 2023 {If you haven’t, you may want to read the two previous bookstore posts before this one, as the cum I collected is about to be used.} Sunday, I checked in with Rock to make sure our meet would proceed as planned. He was still eager and was hitting the road soon. I went and put fresh towels under the sling and fuck bench—and another in the sling itself. The water pitcher was placed on the cabinet, along with a mug for him. The cum filled condoms were nestled in a dish with ice, still in the freezer. I was ready. He arrived right on time. I left him in the playroom to strip down and went back up to my room to add the jock (slowly going from pristine to well-used) and boots. As I opened the door, he was naked and kneeling at the base of the sling… I take a moment just to look at him. He is mid-twenties, tall, slightly thick—a true cub. His legs are hairy, his chest is hairy, as is his face—and most importantly for me—his ass. I toss my robe on top of his clothes which are piled on the chair behind the door. The television has some good Dick Wadd piss porn playing. My cock, just looking at him, is plumping in my jock. I walk over to him. I can feel his hot breath on the pouch. He inhales, enjoying the aroma. His tongue snakes out and he begins to lick the textured fabric. My cock swells. I have to free it. Instantly, Rock takes me into his mouth. He suckles my flared cock head, his tongue working into my large piss slit. He groans—making my cock throb. I let him set his own pace as he begins to suck in earnest. He continually takes me three quarters of the way down and around every fifth time, sucks me to the root. After a few more partial deep throats, he gags as he bottoms out with me. He pulls off me for just a moment, recovers and, just as enthusiastically, sucks me down to the root again. “Up on the bench. I need to taste your hole.” He gets settled. I retrieve his poppers from the pocket of his shorts on the chair and hand them to him. He takes a hit as I kneel. I bury my face in that full, hairy cleft. He reaches back and pull his left cheek open so I can go even deeper with my invading tongue. I spit and push it as deep as I can, all while lubing my cock with coconut oil. I stand. My cock slaps his hole with a wet splat. I push in. Slowly. Rock moans out “Fuck me good, Daddy.” I try to push in slowly, but his ass wants me all the way in. I bottom out, my pubes grinding against his flesh. He sighs in satisfaction. I hold for a moment and then begin to fuck. He groans again—and poppers up. I do a well-controlled fuck, pull out and taste his hole again. I go back up him—and this time build to a rapid and hard pace. I pull out and instantly bring my wet cock to his handsome face. “Love ATM,” he groans, his eyes shining as he proceeds to clean my cock. I go back to his ass. I piss his crack and lick it up—making sure it is pale enough for play. It is—and delicious. I shoot a little more on his hole, tongue it off him and fuck him again. After he cleans me a second time, I move to the bed. I sit—and tell him to come lick my balls. He kneels on the rimseat mat and does just that. I encourage him to work down my perineum and dig his tongue between my balls and the cock ring. He is a very good boy and does just what he’s told. His tongue is great—wide and thick. You can tell he is doing it because he loves it—not because he feels he should. I reward him by telling him to go get in the sling. Rock has his ankles in the stirrups before I get over there. I kneel and eat his hole. I stand and send a shower of piss all over his hard cock and balls and then up to his chest, where it clings to his chest hair. I begin to lick it up, leaning across him, savoring the smell and taste of my piss mingling with his sweat. I let my cock slide into him and I begin sucking/licking his piss-soaked nipples. I bring some up to his mouth and we kiss. Deeply. Tongues exploring. Eventually, I break the kiss, straighten up and begin to fuck him properly. His hole is now super wet from so many things: oil, pre-cum, his ass sline, piss. It makes for a wonderful lube. He approves when I bring it up for his mouth to taste it. “Now you know why I can’t keep my tongue out of you,” I tell him as he cleans my cock, for the first time here in the sling. I fuck him again. He cleans me. I almost go to my knees again, but realize I want more. “I want you on the rimseat.” I lie down under it and close the seat down. Before he sits, I tell him he can choose to ride my cock anytime he wants to, to just do it as my mouth will be plastered on his hole. He sits. And his pucker is spread by the seat. I am suddenly able to get my tongue so much deeper into him. I rim and snort and sigh and lick some more. He does, after a bit, stand and rides my cock. Not for long. Just enough to get his ass juices pumping again. He slides off my dick and settles back down on the seat. “Eat me, Daddy.” I can hear him open his poppers as I lick him out. He groans and tells me how good it feels. I lick up all the new juices his ass has just churned out, trying to lube itself in protection. Suddenly, I know it’s time. I tap the underside of his thighs—the signal to stand up. He does and helps me get up, too. I tell him to hop back in the sling as I go up to the freezer. I come back—a tray full of frozen spunk. “I have some loads for you I collected at the bookstore. You want them up your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Please.” I take the smallest one. It is the load I got in my mouth after fucking Kyle. And a load of mine mixed with it—which I shot when I got home. I tell him about the chunky man I sucked for it as I cut the knot on the condom, turn it inside out and slide the nugget of frozen cum into him. Then the next. The young guy, the older white man and the Black guy—their combined jizz making a big lump of frozen cum. Snip, peel and push into his warm hole. Now the third condom is held up. The man from India, the hung guy, traces of two others and the man who shot his load on my palm. “They’re in your hole. Melting. Guys you don’t know at all…” He is beating his cock like crazy. “Fuck them deeper. Please!” My cock pushes into the now cool hole. The lumps are melting fast. I can feel them coat my dick and his ass walls. I begin to pump slowly. The sound of the cum churning is filling the small playroom. With a groan, Rock keeps beating his ample cock—and it goes off. All over his hairy belly. I scoop it up and smear it on my cock. I fuck his load into his ass, too. “Can I keep fucking?” I ask, hoping he is not one of those guys who shut down after they unload. “Fuck, yes,” he groans. “Fuck those loads deep into me. I fuck for a long time before I bring my cummy cock to his mouth. He cleans me off. We kiss, the remnants of the eight, no, nine mixed loads still on his tongue. I go back to his hole, lick up the escaping cum and then churn what’s left in him. It’s a lot. It still makes wonderfully squishy sounds as we rut. I could keep going forever, it feels so good. But we need to bring this scene to an end. “I am going to piss in your ass. You will sit on my face and feed me the mix of piss and the remaining jizz. Yes?” “Fuck yes!” I get him out of the sling and have him lean on the bench. I slide in. I am not sure how full my bladder is after all the other pissing. I have some, I know—but I just keep going. I can’t stop pissing. When I finally do, he squeezes his hole shut while I get under the seat. He sits. My tongues pokes into him. I get a trickle. I do it again. The floodgates open. I am deluged with the mix of piss and cum. I can’t swallow fast enough. Some splashes out of my mouth. But I get most of the delicious mix. I know myself well enough not to touch my dick while I swallow and revel at all those loads in my mouth once again. Once there is nothing left in him, I order Rock back in the sling. “I want to see your face as I breed you.” Once there I slide into the hole that has given me so much pleasure today. I am on the edge. Instantly. A few strokes and I am giving him a fresh load to take home with him. I spurt again and again, deep into Rock’s very essence… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rock Begs for All the Loads (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) May 26, 2023