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    An Afternoon Orgy

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Grand Rapids—April, 2021
    By April, the host of the group that I attend in Grand Rapids was ready to host again.  He talked to me by text.  He wanted to start small—do a sort of All Star mini group.  He wanted men he knew were vaccinated.  Men who loved to fuck and were ready for sex.  I agreed with him—and in 24 hours he let me know he had the men and had set the date.
    He also asked me to bring the rimseat and my sling chains.
    “You need my sling?”  (I was surprised.  I knew he had two.)
    “No, just the chains—Get here a little early…”
    I couldn’t wait to finally be in a group again.  On the day, I packed the stuff he requested and set off… 
     
    I do indeed get there early.  We hug.  He tells me there would be just half our regular sized group—eight men.  I know all but one he names.  I set up the rimseat.  The upstairs now has a wall built along the stairs—so there is a separate bedroom and playspace.  The rimseat and the sling are both in the playspace. 
    My host has a ladder waiting by the sling.  “I want to hang this sling above the regular one…so I can get my ass eaten by you when you are fucking another guy.”
    He climbs the ladder.  A few clicks onto the other set of chains and the upper sling is ready.  He climbs in.  It is at the perfect height.  I bury my face in his spread butt cheeks for the first time in over a year.  The door opens and closes downstairs.  The guests are arriving.
    It is a small group—but one that can’t wait to get naked and play.  Soon we are all in the bedroom.  Men are sucking and licking—moving from cock to cock.  I eat the Host’s ass again—as he is on all fours with another top’s cock in his mouth.  I feel a man moving between me and the bed to get at my dick.  I don’t even have to look to see who it is…I just try to give him room to suck. 
    Another man goes from sitting on the bed to sprawling ass up.  We all shift.  We are now a massive dog pile of sucking, slurping men—giving oral to any and every dick or ass near us…
    *
    I fuck the host.  First on the bed and then in the sling.  Soon, the Top who loves me to open a hole for him, comes into the playroom—his cock very wet.  I make room for him to take over fucking—but first I lick someone’s ass juices off his dick.  I watch his massive cock split our diminutive host in two.  I move around behind the standing top and stick my tongue in his ass on his backstroke.  He groans—giving me encouragement to proceed.  The Top’s boy comes in and crouches down to give me head as I stay in place to service his partner.  Soon I end up fucking the boy on the floor—so this partner can keep fucking the host—but watch me use his boy’s ass.
    We change around.  The host climbs the ladder and gets in the top sling.  The other bottom gets in the main sling.  It works perfectly—my dick sinks into one ass and my tongue in another.  The other Top strokes his cock, occasionally giving it to his boy to suck.
    Then the Top tries out the double decker sling. 
    He loves it.
    We go back and forth, ravishing both holes open to us…
    *
    Later.
    I am under the rimseat.  The Top’s boy is sitting on my face.  Someone is riding my cock—but I have no idea who it might be.  The wet hole on my mouth is incredible.  He has taken every dick here at some point during the proceedings.  He isn’t loaded…but he is so wet he might as well be.  Suddenly he is pulled off my face.  His partner bends him over and fucks him, standing there above me as I watch.
    “I know you love this,” he barks out, as he rails into his partner.  He suddenly pulls out.  “Now sit!” 
    The even wetter hole is instantly on my tongue.  I go as deep as my tongue will allow.  The boy moans—loving the feel of me reaming him out.
    He is pulled up again.  “Fuck my boy.  Right here, so the fucker down there can see.” I see the guy I don’t know slide into the wet ass I have been eating.  I feel whoever was impaling himself on my cock get off.  His ass on my cock is replaced by his mouth, cleaning me up.
    “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” croons the stranger.  I watch his body shake as he drops a load.  He keeps his dick in the boy—marinating in his own seed.  Finally he pulls out.  A big splat of cum falls on my forehead.  I wipe it up and put it in my mouth—just before the boy sits.
    “Feed him!”  his partner instructs.
    His ass opens and the cum escapes his hole and into my mouth.
    I feel my Host’s tight ass slide down on my cock at that very moment.  It is too much.  I shoot, bucking up into him as I swallow every drop of cum that I can get out of the spasming ass above me…
    Here is the original post on the blog....where there are more than 11 years of posts:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/an-afternoon-orgy.html
  2. FelchingPisser

    The Holes of CumUnion

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bathhouse
    Grand Rapids, MI—March, 2020
    (This picks up right where ‘Opening His Hole Inch By Inch’ left off.)
     
    We have stopped for coffee and a light snack—and we take it out to the truck.  We have about an hour’s trip ahead of us.  I sip the hot liquid gratefully.  It’s a chilly night.  We eat.  We talk.  We love to compare notes on men we have both fucked.
    The coffee kicks in just as we reach the city limits.  I am ready to fuck.  And I really need to piss. 
    Check in is fast.  It’s a CumUnion night.  It is nowhere near as packed as the previous one I attended here where every locker in the place was sold out.  We strip down—and go our separate ways.  I piss like the proverbial race horse and then go up a floor and scout out the play spaces.  No one is in the glory hole area.  One man is sprawled on a mattress in a dark corner—asleep.  The sling is empty.  One man is on all fours in the mattress area near the sling.  Any number of men are sitting around by the stairs, but no one is playing.  I sit down in the big screen porn area.  Alone.
    I haul out my cock out of the jock I left on and stroke to the adequate porn.  In no time the men from the seating area, one by one, come in to check me out.  But only one is brave enough to kneel and ask to suck it.  I spread my legs wide in answer and let him go to it.
    He is pretty good.  He is also noisy enough in his enjoyment of taking my dick to make men gather around.  Half a dozen men watch, hands under their towels or squeezing a bulge in their own jocks.  Only one man opens his towel all together and tosses it on his shoulder.  I reach for his cock and suck it as the man between my legs groans.  But nobody else wants to join us.  They stand around watching or shuffle off to sit and do nothing.
    I am enjoying being in the middle with a dripping cock in my mouth and an enthusiastic middle aged man slobbering over mine.  Eventually I pull his head off me and, using the hand on the back of his head, guide him up to share the cock I’ve been sucking.  He sucks it avidly and I hunker down in the chair to lick the standing man’s balls.  It’s a big hairy sack—and I leave a ton of spittle all over it.
    “Which of you is going to fuck me?”
    The man on his knees has pulled off the dick and looking at the two of us.
    “I should open him up for your big dick,” says the guy we’ve been sucking.
    I stand up and the sucker bends over the first row of seats.  I move behind him and spit on his very plump ass.  I tongue fuck him a little.  The other man moves around to feed him his dick as I rim.  He thoughtfully reaches forward and pulls the man’s butt cheeks apart for me.  “Get him good and wet.”
    I do.  I spit and tongue fuck it into the hairless butt in front.  He is tight.  He’s obviously not been fucked tonight.  I get him as wet as possible and then stand up, handing the small bottle of lube I keep in the waistband of my jock to the man getting his cock sucked.  He comes around, lubing up his 6 incher.  He pushes in.  Hard and fast.  The bottom yelps and I stick my dick into his open mouth.  The force of the fucking is making the guy between us take me deep into his mouth on every stroke.  He gives up trying to suck—he just holds on and becomes a cock sleeve for the two of us. 
    The guy in his ass is breathing hard.  Panting.  He’s going to erupt any minute.  The top gives a final shove in and howls out his orgasm.  I pull out of the bottom’s mouth, afraid he might bite down.  I let the top shudder as the bottom obviously milks his cock. 
    After a moment, he pulls out and pushes past me.  “Churn that load.” 
    I want to clean his cock up—but he has already decided that is the bottom’s job.  I use my cock head to catch a long drip of semen running out of the fucked and creamy hole.  I push in between the now puffy ass lips and slide along the trail of cum.  It feels great and I tell him so.
    “Push my jizz into this whore’s guts,” the first top barks.  He has pulled his overly sensitive cock out of the bottom’s mouth.  It is wilting fast—but his face tells me he is loving watching me churn his load.  He moves around to see it better.  I slow down my fucking and do long strokes in and out, pulling out my sperm covered cock for him to see.  “That is so hot…”
    Then he slaps the bottom on the shoulder and heads for the showers.  I pull out intending to taste the load I’ve been fucking in…but instead I find we both need to follow the first top to wash…
    *
    My cleaned up cock gets some head in the gloryhole area when I return to the play area.  All the holes are low with my long legs.  I have to hunker down at an odd angle to get my cock through, but the man who is sucking me is good—and I like not having a clue who it might be.  He works hard—but gives up when he realizes he won’t make me blow my load.
    I do another walk around the various play areas.  I find and fuck a guy in the sling.  He is older and has a big, inviting ass sticking out for all fuckers.  I rim him briefly—tasting the use he has had from at least one man tonight.  He groans.  I stand up and slap my cock on his ball sack.  He grunts out: “Fuck me, stud.”
    I slide into him.  He is tight and wet.  I reach down and work the sizable nipples on his very hairy chest.  His very small dick stands up and pulses each time I squeeze.  I keep up a steady fuck rhythm.  The sling chains creak and groan.  A bystander comes over and takes over working the fuckee’s nipples.  I grab the chains and increase the speed of my thrusts.  The bystander squeezes hard and the man’s tiny cock shoots all over himself, hands free.  Strings of cum hang from the forest of chest and pubic hair.  The man groans deep in the back of his throat.  I pull out.  He thanks me, hoarsely.  And I help him out of the sling.
    I find my friend.  He is at the buffet set up in the front lobby.  He has give some young man an oral load—and can go home anytime.  He tells me to take my time, but, after two chocolate cookies, I head out on a mission to get off.  I go back up to the play area.  On the mattress near the sling, I see a familiar ass.  It’s the man I christened Cowboy Boots years ago in these posts, as he was wearing them at the time.  (I simply don’t remember whether he was on this night in March!) 
    I move behind him.  His hole has been used—as it always is.  I lean down and begin licking up and down his ass cleft.  He groans.  When I go deep, he looks around to see who is chowing down on his ass.  He grins as we make eye contact.
    “Eat me,” he grunts.  “Love your tongue…”
    I grunt, maybe it’s more of snort as I wallow in the cum I’m finding deep inside him.  He gives a slight push and I get a dollop of someone’s jizz on my tongue.  I savor it and swallow.  My cock jumps.  It’s time to fuck. 
    “I need to breed you,” I hiss in his ear.
    “Fuck, yeah…” he murmurs and his hole flowers open to take the big head pushing against it.  It swallows me up.  I am suddenly balls deep inside him.  He squeezes.  I begin to move.  Not so slow.  I know he can take whatever I can throw to him.  I pump and churn the sperm in his hole. 
    I pull out once and taste the load.  It makes me want to shoot.  I slide my dick back into him and almost immediately begin firing my pent up load.  Once shot after another…
     
    I slept all the way back to Lansing…
     
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/the-holes-of-cumunion.html
  3. FelchingPisser

    Davis Gets Wet Inside and Out

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—April, 2021
    Davis wanted to come back to the playroom.  We had both loved our January session.   We agreed on a time during the first week of April.  Davis also mentioned that he wanted to be used a little rougher than before.
    That got me thinking.
    I readied the playroom by lowering the fuck bench so it was flat.  I also dropped the sling so it hung by just the two D rings on the head side.
    I set out some other things on the bed…
     
    I hear Davis step out of the shower after his long drive.  Finally the door opens.  I hand him the robe reserved for guests—so he can get downstairs to the playroom without exposing himself in the many windows of my new duplex.
    Downstairs, I close the door behind him and take off my robe.  I am wearing my boots and the Fukd jock—that is now very stained.  My cock is bulging in the pouch.  He takes off the robe and hands it to me.  He has on some green striped underwear and nothing else.  I tell him to sit on the flattened bench.  I kneel in front of him and take one of the ankle restraints from the bed.  I fasten it in place.  And the other.  I get up.
    “Kneel.”
    He does.
    “Hands behind your back.”  He complies, head bent.
    I fasten the two wrist restraints onto him.  I lock them together.
    I step around in front of him.  My jock bulge rubbing on his face.  “Get me hard and get my cock out of this…”
    Instantly he begins licking the stained fabric, moaning as he smells the pouch.  His saliva brings the scents back to life—of me and the countless men I have fucked in this jock.  He gets the pouch good and wet.  He uses his teeth to pull the fabric away from my balls.  His tongue bathes them, moaning in the back of his throat.
    “Get my cock out.”
    He tries the teeth trick again, but my growing erection is making it impossible with the small amount of fabric.  I finally pull myself out.  My cock slaps his face.  He drops his jaw and takes me deep into his mouth.
    I begin a face fuck.  Hard and deep.  Bringing up the deep saliva I remember so well.  This time I smear his face with the strands as each time he catches his breath.  He is rock hard under that ugly underwear—I must be doing something right.  I face fuck him some more.  This time I coat my cock with his spittle.
    I help him up and undo his hands.  I lead him to the sling frame.  He stands, facing the mirror on the wall and the slinging hanging by just the two chains.  I fasten his wrists to the middle X piecie of the top of the sling stand.
    “Spread your legs and arch your back.” 
    He does—as he hangs from the bar above—his ass arches temptingly toward me.  I reach forward and feel his ass cheeks through the fabric.  My cock slaps the underwear and I begin pissing on both cheeks, making the fabric very wet. I kneel and rip a hole in the seat.  His wet ass peers back at me.
    Pic
    I attack him with my tongue.  Licking up my piss.  Opening his hole.  Fucking him with the tip. 
    He groans and sputters.
    Soon, I stand—and fuck him in this helpless-slab-of-meat position.  I love seeing my cock disappear into him through the hole I’ve ripped.  I pull out and give him one last splat of piss on his hole.
    I unhook him from the frame.  I move him to the flattened fuck bench.  He rolls onto his back.  I grab the hog time from the bed and snap his wrists to two of the clips.  His legs come up—and his ankles are clipped, too, making his ass wide open for me.  I fuck him—pressing down on the hog tie so his ass rolls forward and is slightly higher.  My cock plows his hole relentlessly.
    It’s a great position—but not one we can hold for long.  I let him have a breather.  I make him drink some water as I set the sling back up to its regular position.  He gets in.  I blindfold him.  I move back to his ass.  I rip the hole in his underwear wider.  I fuck him.  I cut the sopping remains of the briefs off him. 
    I piss on his hole.
    I rim.  I fuck.
    “Stay.  I will be right back.”
    And I am.  With three frozen loads in a condom.  “You want my frozen cum up your ass, boy?”
    “Yes, Sir!”
    I cut the knot off the condom.  There is just enough mass in the frozen cum to fuck him with it for a moment.  Then I push it deep.  I fuck him with my loads melting over my cock deep in his hole.
    Then I piss on his hole.  Letting a short spurt go in his ass.  I kneel and taste it all.
    “Sir, I have to piss.”
    “Do it.”
    He becomes a fountain.  Piss covers his belly.  I reach up and hold his cock straight up.  It streams over his balls and down his crack.  I wait until he’s done—and lick that up.
    I fuck him.  Harder now.  Intense. 
    I pull out and take a long drink of water from my tea cup.
    It makes me need to piss.
    I get him up out of the sling.  I turn him around and tell him to bend over, chest to leather.  He does.  I enter him roughly.  And begin to piss.  Filling him.  “So much,” he moans into the sling.
    I pull out and get under the rimseat.  He knows what to do.  He sits.  My tongue prods his pucker.  I get a trickle of piss.  Fuck, I remember there are three loads of melted cum in him too.  I probe deeper—and he opens, spewing the piss mixed with my melted jizz down my throat. 
    My cock is rock hard. 
    When he runs dry, it’s back into the sling.  I fuck and rim.
    I do a popper hit and shoot my load deep into his well used hole…
     
    The original post is here with a couple of pictures:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/davis-gets-wet-inside-and-out.html
  4. FelchingPisser

    Breeding Davis

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—January, 2021
    We had chatted on two different hook-up sites over the years.  But timing had always worked against us. In January it clicked.  We had both been keeping pretty much to ourselves with the pandemic. We weighed the risk and decided to meet. 
     Davis and I soon moved to text.  Once he was told I had a playroom, he couldn’t wait to get in the sling.
    😧 “I cannot wait to meet you and be fucked by you.”
    FP:  “Great.  Are you ok with some piss on your ass as I am rimming?”
    😧 “I am game for that.”  And before I could respond:  “I have never done WS, but am open to trying it and anything else that you want to do.”
    FP:  “Hot.  We will play it all by what feels good at the moment…as long as we are fucking bare and you take the load.”
    😧 “I cannot wait to get naked with you and be fucked by that monster cock of yours.”
    He arrived in the early afternoon.  Davis is tall-ish, in his mid 30’s, with dark hair and a happy grin—even after a long drive in the snow.  He went to shower for a check and I took a pitcher of water down to the playroom.
    Soon enough we were both in our jocks—with me in boots and Davis in sweat socks…
     
    I point to the floor in front of me.  His response is instantaneous.  Davis kneels and begins licking the mounded pouch.  I have worn a new jock, not knowing how he would react to the grungy one.  My cock is soon filling his mouth.  I grab his head and fuck his throat.  I get in at least three strokes before he gags.  I let go and let him recover.  He takes the lead and quickly swallows every inch of me.  He pulls off me—bringing up two strands of deep throat spittle.  I catch them on my hand and smear them all over my dick. 
    Again he takes me to the root—holds it—chokes—and comes up for air.  There is a larger amount of spittle.  I catch it in my wet hand and tell him to get on the fuck bench.  I smear his spittle down the crack of his moderately hairy ass.  I slide a wet finger into his warm, fresh from the shower, hole.  He groans—and uncaps his poppers.  I go to my knees—and my tongue makes contact with his pucker just as the popper wave hits him.  He groans—and I poke my tongue as deeply as possible into his ass.  It opens more with each prod.
    I spit more gob into his hole
    I stand up—and my cock slaps his upturned ass.  The head instinctively disappears into Davis.  He groans again.  I hold still—waiting for his ass to adjust and to let him take another hit.  The moment I hear the cap replaced, I begin a slow fuck of his wet ass.  It is a relentlessly slow in and out.  Making his feel every inch of my hard, thick cock.
    “Fuck me,” he groans.  “Fuck me hard.”
    I build on the stroke.  My balls are now smacking his ass.  The small room is filled with sounds of wet, sloppy sex.
    Just as suddenly I stop.  I pull out and move to his head, hoping he is ready for ass to mouth.  He cranes down from the fuck bench to clean my cock.  “So good,” he hisses.  And takes me fully back into his mouth.
    “Get it good and wet.  It’s the only lube I’m gonna use this time.”
    I go back to his hole—my cock dripping with fresh spittle.
    I plunge into him. His head shoots up.  Our eyes meet in the full length mirror in front of us and I begin a faster pace—giving him maybe three quarters of my length on each stroke.
    “Fuck me, sir.  Love…it.  LOVE…IT.”
    And his eyes close to concentrate…
    *
    I take some pictures of the fuck on the bench.  Not great shots with just one hand… as I continue to fuck…
     We switch to the sling.  Davis loves the mirror above him.
    He watches me relish eating out his well fucked hole.
    He loves the feel—and look—of my hot piss hitting his puffy ass lips.  And how it makes me redouble my efforts at slurping it off him. I poke some into his loose hole, too.
    I stand up and enter him again.  He raises the popper bottle to uncap it.  My hand touches his.  He looks from the mirror to me.  “Just take it,” I murmur.
    He does.  He closes his eyes.  I can see every thrust go across his eyelids.
    That makes me fuck him harder.
    I kneel and go back to his hole—it is frothy with his own juices and my spit and piss.  I swallow some and make a show of spitting some back into him. 
    “Now take a hit,” I tell him.
    I continue eating his hole until I hear the cap go back on.  I stand up and slide into him.  I start slowly and build to a chain rattling fuck.  He has floated somewhere other than the sling—in a good way.  He is all about the sensation. 
    I finally slow and he returns to the earth—and the sling.
    “Fuckkkkk….” He moans.
    “You want more piss?”
    He groans assent.
    I cover his ass again.  And the pouch of his jock, where his half hard dick protrudes from one side.
    I lick it off.  Including the piss on his dick.
    “I need to load you.  You want my cum?”
    He nods.
    “Say the words.”  My tone is hard.
    “Breed me.”
    I enter him.  Our eyes lock on each other.
    “Fill my ass with your cum.”
    That’s all it takes.
    I shoot.  A week’s worth of cum into his hole.
    I hold onto the frame and marinate in his ass for a long time.
    Only then do I go to my knees and taste all the juices in his butt…
     
    You will likely want to look at the pictures of me in his ass on the original:  [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/breeding-davis.html
  5. FelchingPisser

    "You Still Eat Ass?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    South Central Michigan—March, 2021
    I went back to the same bookstore one other time in March.  It was all but deserted…
    But being me, I still had some fun…
     
    I am sitting and stroking to the straight porn in the main area.  There is a cross dresser, hidden from view, in the Trans area.  I can’t tell if he wants to play or is just luxuriating in watching porn fully dressed.  There is a man in the Gay area, too, but he has fallen asleep.  I sit and stroke to two guys on the big screen TV—one Caucasian and one Black— working over an incredibly petite Asian woman.  She is currently taking the two huge dicks together.  I love seeing them rub together as they plow her.
    The door from the lobby opens and closes—hidden from me by a divider wall.  The newcomer rounds the corner.  He is a man with a shock of silver hair.  His mask covers most of his face.  His body is slim and he quickly removes his heavy coat as he checks the Trans area.  He walks back and his eyes see my cock for the first time.  He slows—but goes on the other side of the room to check out the gay area.
    A moment later, he comes back and sits on the couch that is next to my chair.  He sits on the side away from me—so he can see me more easily and I him.  He unzips and takes out a beer can of a dick, with a thick looking foreskin.  He fists it, sometimes looking at the porn, more often at me.  I stop, shift the mask and drink from my water bottle, then settle the mask back in place.  My drinking gives him a full view of my dick.
    And he loves it.
    I watch him jerk harder.
    Moments later he rises and comes over to me.  “Can I suck that?”
    I nod and he kneels.  His mask comes off and he goes to work.  It is not the best blow job I’ve ever had, but nice.  And he loves what he’s doing—which makes up for the occasional lapse in technique.  He continually strokes himself—sliding that mass of extra skin over his glans. 
    He gets immense extra credit for tonguing my balls without being told.  And he doesn’t suck them into his mouth until they are thoroughly wet—and then they slide right in.  He even pulls me forward and licks my taint…stopping just before my tight pucker.
    This last really excites him.  His hand is working his cock furiously.  It makes a repetitive wet, slick sound we can here over the squeals of the woman on the screen.
    “Don’t waste your load,” I tell him.
    He grunts.  And instantly stands up.  I rip off my mask.  His thick cock jabs into my mouth.  His foreskin does not retract, he just spews through it.  When he’s done, I use my hand to pull it back and clean his dick of all the stray cum.  He squirms a little—but let’s me do it.
    He thanks me and leaves.  A steep admission price for his maybe 15 minutes…
    *
    Almost an hour later I am ready to go.  There has been no other play.  The porn keeps changing loops—often cutting off the cum shots.  But the door opens again.  A tall, lithe man comes in jeans and windbreaker.  He looks vaguely familiar but with his mask I can’t really tell.  He may think the same—he nods at me as he makes the tour—only to find we are now all alone in the place.  He comes back and sits on the couch.  He pulls out his dick.  It is every bit as big as mine.  And maybe a shade longer.  We stroke in silence.  He has pulled up his shirt to expose a tight and tautly muscled chest…fuck, he’s familiar.
    “You still eat ass?
    And now I know—even with his mask on.  He’s the runner—dubbed the Marathoner on here—who back when I started the blog had been a regular, but who I haven’t see him in years.  (Eight years it turns out when I check on here later.)  He often lets me suck his massive cock for a moment and then wants his hole tongued.  No fingers, no dick, no fucking.  Just my mouth and my rimming skills.
    “No one eats ass like you used to…”
    I get up.  I kneel and go for his dick head.  He pulls it away and pushes my face down into his hairy nut sack.  My tongue starts to caress the hairy orbs, using the same technique I had just experienced.  Instantly they pull up into his body.  His hand goes to my head.  He pushes me down to his hole, bringing his legs up to his chest.  It is as tight as ever.  I lick across it, reveling in his hairy taint.
    I get the first groan from him.  “You filthy fucker—you know just how to do it.”
    I burrow in.  I spit repeatedly on his hole.  I prod at it, my tongue pointed and hard.  Suddenly it opens and I sink into him.
    He grunts.  Now, as my tongue begins to fuck him, he begins to whimper—jerking his dick with long, hard strokes.  I plant my entire mouth on his pucker and suck.  I am rewarded by his ass lips swelling with blood and protruding into my mouth.  He moans again, reaches down and pulls my head tighter into his ass—cutting off my air.
    Finally, his legs come down and I can breathe.  “Turn over, on all fours,” I tell him.  His head hits the wall when we try it on the couch so we switch to my chair which is pulled out at an angle..  His whole hairy butt is presented to me.  I go back to running my tongue down his entire crack.  He moans and jerks.  His balls have re-emerged with gravity.  I lick them until they pull back into his body. 
    I ravage his hole again.
    I pry his cock from his steely grip and lick the back side length of it.  He is juicing.  I use my finger to get the pearl of pre-cum off it.  I smear it on his hole.  He feels it and whimpers again.  My tongue pushes it deep into his hole.  I spit and push that into him, too.
    He is stroking again.  I think he is on the verge.
    I burrow in.  He fires.  Over and over.  A huge puddle of cum on the leatherette upholstery. 
    He gets up gingerly to avoid the pool of jizz and thanks me.  He all but runs to the bathroom to wash.
    I look at the cum.  My finger plays in it for a moment before it finds its way into my mouth…
     
    The original is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/you-still-eat-ass.html
  6. FelchingPisser

    "Can I Sit On It?"

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    So here is a list of all the men I had sex with in February, 2021:
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Yup.  I had nary a hook up in February.  I do remember turning the heat on in the playroom and jerking to Jake Morgan taking all the other inmates up his fabulous ass in Death Row Cum Dump.  My orgasm was all the sweeter as I have personal experience with my cock inside that hot man…
     
    South Central Michigan—March, 2021
    I now had my first Moderna shot.  And I went back to the more spacious bookstore where the large area is divided into several viewing areas—each with a different type of porn.  I sat, masked and jerking, to the rather average gay porn showing.
    Two older men sucked my dick.  One was good, the other, not so much.  I washed after each mouth was on me.  I was nowhere near cumming and I was considering leaving—food was sounding better than sex.
    And then a new man walked in…
     
    He is young for the usual clientele here.  But that is not the real attraction.  It is the look of lust in his eyes—above his dark blue mask—as he sees me stroking my lightly lubed dick.  I nod at him—and he instantly goes to his knees.  His tongue finds my balls.  He lets me stroke as he licks them, leaving them incredibly wet.  I sigh—he begins to take them into his mouth.  Often this hurts—not with him.  He is gentle.  Always caressing them with a velvety tongue.
    I take my hand away.  He licks up the shaft and over the top.  His mouth ovals and he sinks down the full length of me.  He is great.  Great suction.  A wet, warm mouth.  Great tongue action.  And now I can see his face as the mask is under his chin.  He is handsome, blond, likely around 35.  I think he’s slim—but it is hard to tell with the winter coat still done up.
    He pauses, looks up and our eyes meet.
    “Daddy, tell me that you fuck…”
    I nod.
    “Yeeeesss,” he hisses and goes back down on me.  He stops trying to get me off—he just makes me feel good.  And wet.  And ready for more.
    He stops again.  “I need to clean up.  I’ll be back.  You’ll stay?”
    I nod again.
    He goes off. 
    The good cocksucker from before, who has been watching most of this, leans in.  “That was hot.  You gonna put that big dick in his butt?”
    “I’m certainly going to try…” I murmur.
    The cocksucker sits in another chair, nicely distanced, and takes out his cock and strokes to the porn while waiting for the live show to begin.
    Blond Boy is gone a long time.  I do myself up and walk around to see if he’s off sucking someone else—or if he is even in the building.  But the bathroom door is shot—and water is running.  I go back to my chair and stroke.
    Eventually Blond Boy comes back.  He strips down to nothing but running shoes.  He elaborately folds his clothes and tucks them next to the television.  He goes back to his knees between my splayed legs.  He is in great shape.  Lightly haired on his defined chest with very hairy legs.
    Once he’s gotten me good and wet he stands up.  He leans in and whispers:  “Can I sit on it?”
    “Sure.”
    He turns his back to me and lowers himself down on my cock.  Millimeter by millimeter.  It is excruciatingly slow…but I let him set the pace.  He takes it all, pauses, and then begins to fuck himself.  Slow and easy.
    “Soooooo good, Daddy.”
    He increases the speed.
    Soon he is truly bouncing on my dick.  Working for my load.  But he doesn’t know me…I’m not even close.
    His legs tire.  He stands up.  So do I.  We hug.  He whispers in my ear:  “That makes me so horny.  Can I suck that man as you fuck me?” 
    I bend him over to connect with my previous sucker.  I slide in at the same time the short, thick cock of the other man goes in his mouth.  I begin slowly, but build to my usual hard driving fuck.
    The man in the chair is convulsing into orgasm.  In no time at all.  Blond Boy swallows it down.  And licks the head clean, to the distress of the man who shot.  I keep fucking.
    Three or four other men have wandered in and stayed.  Watching.  Two have their cocks out.
    “You make me so horny,” croons Blond Boy to me.  “Give me a cock,” he demands of the two men stroking.  One is hot.  One is not.  The hot man steps forward, but surprisingly, the cute boy impaled on my cock reaches for the ugly guy.  The man eagerly steps forward and presents his very average cock to be sucked.  Blond Boy groans and takes his third dick in fifteen minutes.   I fuck him harder—pushing him into the dick in front of him.
    The hot guy is not at all put off by not being chosen.  He strokes and occasionally slaps the back of the neck of the boy with his hard cock.
    The ugly guy gets off.  Blond Boy swallows it all.
    With a grunt, the hot guy shoots a load all over Blond Boy’s face.  BB cranes around and gets the last blast in his mouth.  I reach forward and wipe my fingers through the Hot Guy’s cum.  I coat my dick and shove it up Blond Boy’s ass.
    “Shoot in me, Daddy.   Give me your cum.”
    The scene is hot enough I can actually get there on his command.
    I unleash a torrent of cum up his hole.  Blast after blast.  I grunt and hold on to his naked hips for dear life.
    *
    We exchange phone numbers of course.
    I tell him what I did with the fourth guy’s cum.  He is shocked…but in a good way.  He hadn’t noticed.
    I clean up—and as I leave, I see his naked body, sucking a fifth man in the middle of the main viewing area…
     
    Here is the original:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/can-i-sit-on-it.html
  7. FelchingPisser

    Ross in Full Bloom

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fisting
    North of Home—January, 2021
    I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile.  No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right.  I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile. 
    That’s better. 
    He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me.  We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid.  By January, He was ready to get back to play.  I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ scenario.  He was fine with that.  I made sure I had a full two weeks of no play or contact before I drove to his place, packing the sling and rimseat.
    Ross is tall and lithe.  He is still athletic in build—trim and toned, and most importantly, very flexible.  His hair is cut a little shorter, so the curls are not as prominent. 
    We hugged…and he helped me lug the equipment to his bedroom.  He had cleared lots of space.  The sling fit next to his bed, which is covered with a protective spread.  We slid a tarp under the frame—and layered towels on it to avoid run off.  The rimseat fit at the foot of the bed where it faced a huge floor length mirror—so Ross wwould be able to watch himself get eaten out.
    He left me for a final check—and I stripped down to my Fukdto jock and boots…
     
    He kneels, naked, but for a badly stretched out jock, on the tarp at the business end of the sling.  He inhales the musk from my jock.  He gives a slight moan and begins to lick.  My cock jumps—knowing that he is turned on by the reek of past sex imbedded in the jock pouch.  Soon enough, most of my cock is down his throat.  I look down.  He is hard himself—a very respectably sized dick is jutting out from the useless pouch of his jock.
    “Would you do me a favor?”  he asks.
    “Sure.”
    “I want to improve my deep throating…”
    I hold his head and begin a slow face fucking.  I am slightly deeper into him…but not where he wants me.
    “The bed…” he mumbles.
    He crawls up on the bed and lays on his back with his head hanging over the edge.  I slap his face with my still wet cock.  I love the hollow sound it makes on his cheek.  He opens and I begin the face fuck.  Even on the first stroke, I am slightly deeper than before.  I do a series of three thrusts and pull all the way out to let him catch his breath.  On the fourth set of three I plunge a little deeper.  When I pull out, thick ropes of spittle cling to my cock.  I use my dick to smear it all over his face.  He pants and opens his mouth wide for another round. 
    I repeat the hard fuck.  I go deeper.  He gags as I pull out.  There is a ton more spittle.  This time I wrap the slimy strings around my fingers.  I reach across him and push two fingers into his hole.  His ass lips part eagerly for the wet invaders.  We are both love this.  A lot. 
    I fuck his face some more—using the deep throat spittle each time to lube his ass.
    I spin him around on his back and fuck his hole for the first time in almost two years.  I sink in easily.  The spittle feels incredibly slick. 
    “Give me your mouth again.  Taste your ass.”
    He spins himself around and I fuck his face.  I go deeper yet.  And bottom out.  Only for one quick stroke, but he takes all of me. 
    “Ass,” I bark out and he spins again, his legs pressed to his chest and whimpering.  I plunge in and fuck him, my cock covered with more of his deep throat goodness…
    *
    We have moved to the sling.
    I have eaten his now gaping hole repeatedly—and reprimanded him for beginning to push his rosebud out.  “Save it!”
    We fuck. 
    Again and again.
    We fuck with two of my fingers alongside my cock.
    Soon enough, it’s my whole hand slipping into him as I pull out my cock.
    Then my cock sliding into my hand as I leave it in his hot, wet hole.  I fuck like this repeatedly; reveling in the feel of my fingers on my cock, wrapped in his crimson, wet flesh.
    I pull out, cock first, then my left hand.  My cock parts those red lips and goes back in.  I begin to piss.  Ross’ eyes grow wide.
    “Hot!” he groans.  “It’s so heavy.”
    I fuck a little, still streaming piss deep into his guts.  When my bladder is spent, I pull my cock out, grease up my hand and push into his bloated gut.  I pull out, bringing a shower of piss with me. 
    Again I go in.  Pull out—and it is raining piss onto the tarp.
    I fist him until there can’t be much piss left in him, but I decide to see if that’s true…
    “Rimseat!”
    I get under and he sits on the seat.  I poke my tongue up into his wet, pissed out hole.  He clamps for a minute then relaxes his muscles, allowing his hole to open and my tongue to go deep.  It’s glorious, feeling Ross now repeatedly squeezing down on my tongue with his hole.  And while he tastes of my piss—there is nothing left in him for me to drink.
    “Give it to me.”
    He knows what I want.  His ass flowers open and the rose bud emerges—engulfed in my mouth.  He pulls it back into him and then gives it to me again.  It is such a mind fuck for him to be fucking my ovaled mouth with his guts.  I stop stroking my dick or it will go off.  Ross keeps it up, until it is just too much for both of us.
    We get up and drink from our water tumblers…and he tells me he needs to piss. 
    “Don’t waste it.”
    I get in the sling.  He stands and coats my hairy ass crack with a massive clear piss stream.  He plays it over my balls and hole, with an occasional splash up on my cock and stroking hand.  Soon the stream peters out, and I tell him to clean me up.  He gets down on his knees and begins to lick it up.  He cleans my balls.  He lovingly gathers every drop clinging to the hair in my crack, slurping noisily.  Then he begins to drill his tongue into my hole.  He tosses me his poppers…I ignore them for a moment…and then I crack open the bottle.
    A hit…and it’s amazing.  His tongue is incredible.  He keeps spitting onto my hole so he has more to lick up. 
    I hold my cock straight up.  It takes a ton on concentration, but I begin to piss.  My cocks a fountain coating my balls before it drips—and soon runs—down my crack.  Ross licks up every drop he can…
    *
    We have played for over two hours.
    Ross is back in the sling.
    It’s breeding time.  I have worn his ass out with my hands, but he can still take dick.  And he wants the load.
    I give it to him gladly.  Deep.  Letting every blast rock my body…
     
    On the original post is a link so you can see pictures of his ass on previous posts:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/ross-in-full-bloom.html
  8. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—January, 2021
     
    I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure.  All was fine. 
    I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom.  I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo.  But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house.
    He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for after our play) to a low simmer.  I showed him around the duplex—and then down the stairs to the playroom.  I left him to strip off and went back up to my bedroom to do the same.  In jock and boots, and a robe to get through the sun porch, I went back down stairs and shut the door…
     
    The Ginger Bear is just straightening up from stowing his clothes in the bottom drawer.  I hang my robe on the knob.  GB sits on the bed and pulls me by the hips closer to him.  He buries his face in the stained fabric of my Fukdto jock.  He inhales and sighs.  I am getting hard.  The helmet head of my stiffening prick pokes out the side.  He licks it, concentrating on the piss slit.  I pull back the fabric pouch and let all of it bounce out.  His attention to the slit is making me achingly erect.  He takes about half my dick down his throat, getting it good and wet.
    We move rapidly to the fuck bench.  The Ginger Bear only has a sling, so he likes the variety.  I kneel behind him and lick his furry hole.  I stroke my cock the entire time I eat him out and am more than ready to fuck.
    I stand.  The head disappears.  I inch the shaft into him—until it all disappears.  He groans as I bottom out.  I know to wait.  I do a Kegel squeeze—making my dick head swell and pulse inside him.  He begins to pant—and I know I can fuck.  I pull out slowly and move back in at the same speed. 
    “Look up,” I tell him.  “Look in the mirror.”  His head comes up.  His eyes widen and he grins as he watches himself get used on the bench.  I pick up the pace.  The flat of my hand connects with his full butt cheek, giving a ringing slap of flesh on flesh.  His hole spasms and milks my dick—so I do it again.
    I pull out and let him taste his ass on my cock.
    I fuck some more…soon working the egg headed dildo into place.  I add my cock sliding the underside of my dick over the ridged shaft.  He is feeling full.  And loving it.
    I fuck.
    I pull out.  I bring the base of the toy up and my cock goes back in, but this time under the toy—letting the top of my cock enjoy the ridges. 
    I switch once more, pulling the toy down and I slide in on top of it.  My cock head keeps banging on the egg head—making him shudder in pleasure.
    We switch to the sling. 
    I rim a little.
    I send a couple of spurts of piss on to his wet hole.  I lick that up, too.  I stand up and slide my cock into him.  He is looking at the entry in the mirror above.  Then his eyes close and he floats away into his own world of sensation as I fuck him.
    *
    I serve him some water, still in the sling.
    I move on to the speculum.  He likes the cool metal in his hot hole.  He really loves the stretch as I crank it open.  My finger keeps snaking into his ass, touching his prostate, giving him the best kind of shivers.
    Then it’s my cock pressing the speculum open a little farther to let my dick invade his abused ass.  I fuck—enjoying the metal/flesh combination around my swollen penis.
    Once the speculum comes out, I grease up my hands.  After all this, my left slips easily into place.  I pull out and have to work a little harder to get my right hand in.  But then it goes—smoothly—letting his ass lips snap shut around my wrist.
    I alternate hands.
    I stroke my dick with whatever hand is not in him.
    I stand up and fuck.  Swift and deep.  My balls slapping onto him.
    I pull out…and the left hand fingers go in.  My cock travels down my wrist and into his stretched hole.  I don’t get the whole hand and dick in him together…but this is a great start.  The Ginger Bear’s eyes are wide as he watches it all in the mirror.
    *
    I have switched to the chain.  GB likes the weight of it in his gut.  I like it when I add my dick in over it—feeling the links on my cock.
    I go back to just my hands. 
    I finally grab the big toy—the 12 inch dildo that has a great handle for me to guide it.
    The Ginger Bear takes the head like a champ.  I slowly push until he feels the first full stretch of the three bulges on the shaft.  He groans…and I can feel that I need to back up.  I do.
    I re-lube. Again he takes the head.  We glide over the first bulge—and into the valley after it.  I pause and lock eyes with him.
    “More?”
    He nods.
    I let him take a hit of poppers.  I back it up, leaving just the tip in his ass.  It goes forward.  Up the first bulge and down—and we stop at the biggest part of the second swelling.  I rotate it inside him.  And pull it out very, very slowly—letting his ass feel every undulation caused by the shaft.
    I lube it up again.
    His ass welcomes it in.  The head.  The first bulge and then to where we stopped at the biggest swelling of the second.  A slight push and we are into the valley beyond.  I pause and rotate the toy again.
    I grease one more time.  I let him do a hit—and the toy moves slowly in, deep into bowels.  The head—now with ease.  The first, the second—and yes, all the up and over the third bulge.  It bottoms out inside him.
    The Ginger Bear’s whole body shakes as he has a massive internal orgasm…
    *
    We left it there.  His hole was done.  Much better to clean up a little and go upstairs for lunch.
    Find the original here--and in an adjacent post, an equipment close up of the big toy:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-ginger-bear-takes-almost-entire.html
     
  9. FelchingPisser

    Back to a Bookstore

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    South Central Michigan—December, 2020
    My third meeting in December of last year was different.  I had been corresponding with a man on AssPig.  He wondered if I’d even been to the bookstore that had once been an old strip bar, fairly near my new home.  I told him I had, but not for a long time.  (I later checked back in these posts—it was 2015, so a long time indeed.)   He wanted to meet there.  He wanted more cock than just me.
    I hemmed and hawed as I responded.  I wasn’t sure I was ready to go out.  I asked him if it was even open.  He said it was….with shorter hours than ever.  I said I didn’t think I was ready for it.  Then I thought about the set up.  There were a number of areas in the large space, dominated by a television screen showing different genres of porn.  I thought about the room tucked away from the main door, that had two televisions—one gay and one straight.  I could easily fuck him there and let any other masked man into his mouth, if that’s what he wanted—and we’d be away from any traffic.  I knew I wasn’t ready for my usual bookstore’s small rooms…but maybe…
    I finally said yes.  We arranged an 11:00 am meeting.
    I drove to the store and parked.  There were maybe three cars in the lot.  I masked up, went in, paid the masked cashier a larger amount than I really wanted to pay and went in.
     
    It’s dark, but set up much how I remember the space.  There is a television for straight porn, another for all girl porn—and one more, up high, for men who want their women a good deal older.  I find the trans porn in the same corner that I remember.  I turn to go through the door to the dual television room.  It’s boarded up.
    I go back.  There is one man watching the straight stuff and he is not my guy.
    I find a hall with the men’s room.  There is new room for gay porn beyond it.  A man about my age, naked, is bent over getting fucked by a totally naked man of about 6’ 4”.  My man has another man in his mouth.  No one is masked.
    I watch for a moment.  I turn and go back out into the main room.  I almost leave.  Instead I watch the trans porn where I am the sole occupant.  I get hard…and it makes me want to try again.
    I go back.  They are still in the same position.  My cock wilts.
     Fuck—it suddenly feels just like 1991 when I was in my first bathhouse, standing at the edge of two mattresses on the floor where a pile of men were having raw sex at the height of an earlier health crisis…and I stood there, with a limp dick and a Magnum in my hand.   
    I calm down and go back.
    My guy sees me.  He detaches himself from the two men and leads me to the couch.  I sit on the arm and he sucks my dick.  It doesn’t help.  I am totally soft.
    I weigh my options…
    And I kneel, take off the mask and stick my tongue in his freshly fucked hole.
    I am hard instantly.  In a moment, I am ready to fuck.  The mask goes back on—as I stand up and I insert into his used hole.  The Tall Man watches.  He has a thick dick, but not as long as mine.  He works around and sticks it into the Bottom’s mouth.  The guy who was being sucked before, annoyingly plays with my ass through the fabric of my military camouflage pants.
    I gesture for the tall guy to replace me.  We change places.
    “Fuck me with that big dick, as I fuck him,” Tall Man suggests.
    I do.  He has the loosest ass I’ve used, in years.  But I am hitting his prostate.
    With a few hard strokes I make him cum in the guy who set this up.
    When he pulls out, the designated bottom spins around and cleans the cock of the Tall Man.
    The moment he is done licking the last drop off the Tall Man’s sensitive dick, I spin my guy back around and fuck into the dripping hole.
    I will myself to cum…and I do.  Not the most spectacular of orgasms…but nice. 
    A load delivered.
    And I am out of there.
    *
    This was likely the scene where I took the most risk during all these months.  But it’s what happened…and you know me and the truth.
    Not to mention I came out of it just fine. 
     
    Check out the original post here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/back-to-bookstore.html
  10. FelchingPisser

    "...Lick It Up, Fucker..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—December, 2020
     
    We talked online all through November.  Soon we switched to text.  His pictures were certainly intriguing.  In his very early 30’s, he was a tall-ish bear with long hair, a full beard and tons of body hair.  I soon learned he had a fun sense of humor and was kinky.  Very Kinky.  He had come from India to a neighboring Great Lake state to pursue his post graduate degree.  He was finding few kink daddies in his college town before Covid.  And no one now.
    I invited him to come for a play session whenever he felt comfortable.  And, as he was far enough away, he could stay on the night on the bed in the playroom.  By mid December, Udarsh took me up on it.
    He arrived late in the afternoon, a flurry of hugs and gifts.  Then we went straight to the shower to get scrupulously clean.  I laid out my lubes, lubes he brought and, as he told me “a mystery sack full of goodies.”
     
    Udarsh kneels on the padded floor.  “I want your big cock,” he murmurs.  I start to take it out of the mildly dirty jock I’m wearing.  He stops me and pulls me by the hips into his face.  He takes deep breaths of the piss and cum scented fabric.  He begins to gnaw at it—and then to lick it with his wide, wet tongue.  My cock grows—shoving its way out the side of the pouch.  He swallows me down until he chokes.  He pulls off me, bringing up huge strands of deep throat spit.  His hand smears it on every inch of my engorged cock.  He sighs and deep throats me again.  This next batch of spittle goes all over my balls.  He then licks them clean—before spitting the gob back on my cock head and smearing it all around again.
    I need to fuck.
    I get him on the bench.  I spend almost as long on my knees as he did, tasting and probing his ass with my tongue.  The hair is a jungle back there—one I can’t get enough of parting with my tongue.  Soon enough I learn that I love the look of it clinging to my wet dick as I fuck him.
    We move to the usual egg headed dildo so I can double fuck. He takes it well.  I have to slow down as I add my own cock alongside it.  But he opens and stretches.   He hits the poppers—and loves the stretch even more.
    We move to the sling.  I finally have piss.  I coat his hairy ass crack.  He sighs and groans.  I wring out all that hair with my tongue, swallowing my own juice down.  I am super hard as I fuck him.  The chains rattle.  The sling sways.
    I move from cock to toys…the black butt plug.  The black balls on a hard stem.  The biggest butt plug I have.   And the toy that is about the length of my forearm.
    I now start with my J-lubed fingers, but switch to the speculum.  I crank it open.  I stand up and piss inside him.  He groans loudly.  My cock pushes into the piss laden hole—held open by the stainless steel medical instrument.  I fuck him, pulling piss out of his ass on each backstroke.
    I fuck longer—even after the piss is gone…then screw the speculum shut.  I work my left into him easily now.  The right takes a little longer, but soon enough slips in.  I begin to alternate hands.  Left and Right.  I finally stop when I think his legs need a break from being up in the air.
    Udarsh drinks water.  I drink my hot tea. 
    “You should get in the sling,” Udarsh suggests.  “I have to piss.”
    I hop in.  My legs slip into the stirrups.
    He hands me his poppers.  “Take a big hit.”
    I do.  I look up into the mirror.  His dick is out of his jock—and he aims it at my ass.  I am deluged with a blast of piss.  It goes on and on.  He is emptying his entire bladder on my ass crack, balls and cock.  I am fucking soaked—and it feels great.  And then his tongue is lapping at me everywhere.  He is licking up every drop of his piss.  On my balls, on my cock—and then he kneels and begins to lick my ass.  I groan and take another hit.  As always it loosens my tongue.
    “Fuck…eat my hole…”
    He groans and burrows into me.  I can no longer see his face in the mirror as he is plastered against my wet, hairy ass.
    “Get all that piss.  Lick it up, fucker…”
    He does.  And spits it back on my tight pucker.  And then does it all over again. 
    He comes around the side of the sling with a mouthful of piss and spit.  It goes on my exposed armpit.  He bends and laps it all up again—now mixed with the sweat I’ve worked up having vigorous sex.  
    “Use the bottle,” he instructs me as he leaves my pit and goes back to my butt.  I am not nearly as damp there now, but he kneels again and begins to lap and kiss all around my butt cheeks, not just the ass crack.  I take the hit.  As soon as he hears the cap replaced, he begins pushing the sling away from him with both hands.  I swing away and smack back into his face—and his hardened tongue aligning right on my ass hole.
    He groans each time I smack into him with a wet sounding splat.  I groan right along with him as he eats me out…
    *
    I fist him for quite awhile.  At first just alternating hands and then dick.  Eventually it becomes fist and hand together. 
    We pause again.  We drink.  I have to piss again.  Udarsh gets back in the sling.  I fuck him for a moment.  Then I stand stock still.  And concentrate.  The plumbing re-connects in my dick…and I begin to piss.  And I can’t stop.  I am pumping my entire bladder full of piss up his ass.
    “Oh, fuck…” Udarsh groans.  “So heavy…And full.”
    I finally run dry.  I fuck a moment in it.  Then pull out.
    “I want to drink it.”  I yank out the rimseat from where it is hiding next to the filing cabinet full of odds and ends of sex equipment.  I crawl under and Udarsh sits.  My tongue goes up and into him.  I expect a rush—and get a single drop.  I do it again.  And once more…and have to glue my mouth around his puffy ass lips.  It gushes out and straight down my throat.  I stop stroking.
    When it finally stops, I go back to a regular rim job on his abused hole.
    Suddenly he gets up.  “Close your eyes,” he tells me.  I do, thinking he is going to ride my dick.  Instead I hear the rustle of paper.  I hear the bag drop back to the floor.  Udarsh sits back down on the rimseat. 
    My tongue goes right back into him.  Instantly I can feel something in his butt.  For an instant, I worry—and then my tongue recognizes it.  He pops out a candied coated peanut into my mouth.   And then another.  I think I eat six out of his ass.  An M&M has never tasted so good…
    When he is empty—he gets up.  I get him into the sling and fuck an amazingly large load into his ass.
     
    Udarsh was great company.  We liked our play so much—we did it all again by midwinter.
     
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/lick-it-up-fucker.html
  11. FelchingPisser

    Breaking the Bed

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—November, 2020
    [Note:  This post was written to be accompanied by pictures of his hot ebony butt with my alabaster cock in it.  Follow the link at the bottom of this page to see them.]
    There is only one other play session in November of last year…
    I have known Matt for years.  We first fucked at CLAW, the leather weekend in Cleveland, six or so years ago.  I have stumbled on him at IML and an occasional Cum Union.  And just before things shut down, he was at the monthly orgy up north of me.  (The link to that great group is here.)
    Matt wanted to come see the new playroom.  He told me he had been very good in staying isolated and was in real need of a good fucking.  We talked scheduling and agreed on a time right at the end of the month.
     
    Matt looks great in his jock—all yellow and black.  He is shorter than I am, compact and a good deal younger.    The moment he is downstairs, he is on his knees.  He gets my cock hard just from my looking at him there.  I let him suck me at his own speed, before grabbing his head and fucking his face.
    He groans—but never gags.
    I let him go and he pulls off me, holding my dick by the base, looking at it.  Then he spits on it and takes me to the root again. 
    Once again he pulls off me and spins around, crawling up onto the bed.  His butt goes up in the air as he hunkers down on all fours, presenting me that hot hole.  I go to my knees and eat him out.  I shove countless gobs of spit up his (currently) tight pucker.
    I stand and slip inside him.  I don’t wait—I just start fucking.  Matt’s head snaps up.  His eyes go right to the mirror behind the bed—watching himself getting railed.  He begins to push back on my invading cock.  Hard.  He is slamming himself against me.
    And literally, the caster on the bed snaps off.  The corner we are on sinks to the floor. 
    We are fine—no one is hurt.  We simple move to the fuck bench.  And I snap the first picture of his slightly used hole.
    Pic 1
    And my cock in it.
    Pic 2
    I fuck him just as hard here…and he can push back with abandon. 
    I finally let him clean my cock off with his tongue.
    And fuck him again.
    Pic 3
    We move to the sling.  It never ceases to amaze me how different a man on his back feels than on all fours. 
    I fuck.  He groans—and does a hit of poppers.  His asshole blossoms open and I fuck harder.
    I rim his now wet pucker. 
    I fuck him once again.
    Pic 4
    “Can I put a load up you?”
    “Already?” he asks.
    “No, a frozen one.”
    He is excited—I go up to the freezer and pull out a knotted shut condom with a very large cum load frozen in it.
    I take it down, cut off the knot and slip the hunk of cum into his hole.  He grimaces as the cold nugget goes in, but then his smile returns as I kneel and my tongue snakes out, licking up the slimy trail the devil’s dick has left.
    I lick.  And finally I add my cock into his hole.  I can feel it.  The hard, cold cum is right under my cock head.  And melting.  I can hear the squish of my cock fucking in my own jizz. 
    I pull out—and bring my cock to his mouth.  He squirms around so he can lick my baby batter off my dick head. 
    It makes me hungry to taste it myself.
    We pull out the rimseat and the mat.  I lay down.  Matt sits on the seat.  His ass winks open and a drip of cum lands on my waiting tongue.  I lick his puffy ass lips and then drill into his hole for more.  I am rewarded with a few drops. 
    Then the remains of the frozen chunk falls into my mouth.  I work it back up into him.  Matt stands and moves to sit on my cock.  He’s lowers himself onto me and pushes the chunk of jizz deeper into him. 
    He’s in control.  I can only lie there and let him pleasure himself.
    He grunts and groans.
    Without any prompting from me, he suddenly stands and sit back down on my face.
    The cum has melted.  I am treated to a veritable cum-fall of jizz pouring out of his open hole.
    I stop stroking, afraid, I’ll shoot.
    After swallowing every drop I can find, we go back to the sling.
    It’s time to breed…and we both know it.
    I sink into his juicy butt.
    Matt takes a hit—and I pick up the speed once the cap is back on.
    And suddenly I am there…I’m over the edge. 
    I load him this time with hot cum…
     
    Originally posted, with his amazing ass:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/breaking-bed.html
  12. FelchingPisser

    "Daddy, I Have to...Piss..."

    By FelchingPisser,


    Watersports
    My Playroom—September, 2020
    We’d been talking online forever.  I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference.  But we kept talking.  We loved the same things—  juicy, cumfilled fucks.  Loads shot down the throat.  And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere.
    And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom.  We talked about covid.  He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual.  I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago.  He was fine with that.  He asked that we not use names.  I would be Daddy.   I was to call him Boy or Urinal.  I was fine with that.  It actually made my dick twitch.  Then he asked if this meet could just be oral.  (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.)  Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong. 
    It was the right decision.
     
    He arrives right on time—and needing to piss.  We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky.  He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock.  He goes barefoot.  I am in a dirty jock and boots.
    “Come here, Boy.”  I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench.  “Suck my dick.”
    “Yes, Daddy.”  He kneels between my boots.  He inhales.  And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock.  He groans.   He fists his growing dick.   I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself.  He concentrates on me.  He takes me down effortlessly.  This Boy has talent.  And I tell him so.
    I finally stop him. 
    He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.”
    I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face.  The blast covers his face.  The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth.  I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest.
    He whimpers.  A whimper that tells me he loves it.
    “Get on the fuck bench.  I need to at least eat that ass.”
    He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.”
    His ass is magnificent.  It is the perfect bubble butt.  There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole.  The jock frames it perfectly.  My cock so wants to poke into that pucker.  But I kneel and settle for my tongue.   I lick the length of the crack.  I tongue fuck him.  I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. 
    I suddenly feel it.  I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack.
    “Yes!” he crows.  “Give it to me.”
    I am already back on my knees and licking it all up.  I swallow most of it.  And push some into his tight boy hole.
    “I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans.
    I tell him to get up.  He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down.  “Don’t forget my balls.”  Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth.  I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little.  I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat.
    We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each.
    “Sling time.”
    He gets in.  I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest.  “Yesssssss!” he sighs.  He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth.  I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock.
    He squirms.  “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” 
    I don’t answer.  I give him head that makes him squirm.  I stop when I see his balls tightening.  Now I go to his ass.  His hand goes to his cock.  I stop and look at him.  He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling.  I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it.  I tongue fuck him.  Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it.
    I hand him the blindfold.  He puts it on.  I lick his entire body.  I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well.  I lick it up.  I move to the other pit and do it again.  I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth.
    Then it is back to his wet ass.  “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth.  I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack.  I swallow it down.  It is incredibly sweet.
    When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass.  I bring it to his mouth.  He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine.  I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling.
    We drink a little more.
    He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat.  He is on the verge of shooting as I do it.  I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat.  “Stand up and lean into the sling.”  He does.  I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat.
    I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. 
    I lie down and shut the seat down.  He sits—carefully—this is a first for him.  His ass rains piss down on my face.  He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking.  This is doing it for me.  I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. 
    “Daddy—that feels so good.” 
    His hole opens more.  My tongue goes deeper. 
    “It’s just like you’re fucking me.”
    I grunt, lost in the moment.
    “I promise to come back so you can breed me…”
    I tongue fuck him.  Hard.  I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there.
    Without warning he stands up.  He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load.  I shoot and shudder and hold him in place.  Not that he is going anywhere.
    When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop.
    We get up. 
    He whispers “May I cum?” 
    “Of course.  How can I help?” 
    “Eat my boipussy some more.” 
    He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather.
    He jerks and I eat. 
    He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself.
    He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. 
    Or feed him some cum off my fingers. 
    But he is glad I do…
     
    The Original is here:   [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/01/daddy-i-have-topiss.html
  13. FelchingPisser
    I moved in November of 2020.  I wrote an entire illustrated post about my new playroom.  If you want to look at that, it is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/equipment-close-up-new-playroom.html
     
    My (New) Playroom—November, 2020
    We had chatted.  I think he’d first sent me a tug on AssPig.  But other than saying we’d like to meet sometime, nothing had ever come of it, as he was quite far north in Michigan.  Well, I have moved closer to some of the bigger mid-Michigan cities.  In November, this young man was looking for some play and wanting to make the drive.  He had been staying home and doing nothing but playing with his toys all fall.  We arranged a date near the end of the month.  He brought J-Lube.  I washed all my toys one more time as they had been wrapped in towels for the packing.
    He arrived a little late—but let me know each step of the way.  I had seen him on many guy’s certifications, so I knew he was accomplished at both topping and bottoming for fist.  He was not yet 30 years old, maybe six foot tall—and carrying some extra Covid weight.  He was hairy all over.  And eager.
    He checked his cleanout, while I grabbed some water…and down we went for the inaugural play in the new set-up.
     
    Barry compliments me on the set up.  He pulls a squeeze bottle of J-lube out of his bag.  I set it by the sling.  Barry kneels—and begins to nuzzle my jock.
    “Let me suck that.”
    He swallows me down and lets me thicken in his throat.   Suddenly, he has a lot more dick lodged in his throat than he bargained for—he pulls off me, gasping for air.   He gives good head, but never tries to deep throat me again.
    I want to taste his ass—and tell him to get on the fuck bench.
    He does.  I pull apart the large hairy ass cheeks and sink in.  He loves my tongue—and says so repeatedly.  I lube myself as I rim—so in one swift movement I can stand up and sink my dick into his now open, and wet, hole.  I slide in until I am grinding my pubes against him.
    “That is a big dick.  Fuck!”
    I hold.
    I fuck.
    He does poppers and is instantly taking me as if it were a breadstick.
    I pound his ass, pull out and move to let him suck me again.  But I have misjudged the placement of the bench—and I can’t fit between the mirror and the end of it.  I make a mental note to move it—and go back to fucking.
    I grab and egg headed dildo.  He takes it easily, too.  A little less so as my cock pushes in to join it.  But he relaxes with a popper’s hit.  And then begins to moan as my cock goes over the ribbed shaft of the toy—stretching his already stretched hole.
    I fuck him again with just me.
    And once more as a DP with the toy.
    He is ready to get off his knees so we move to the sling.  No stirrups for him.  He loves his bare feet against the poles of the frame. 
    I rim.
    I fuck with deep thrusts.
    I fuck him by standing still and pulling the sling forward—then pushing it back.  Barry takes over, pushing against the poles to move back and then impaling himself on my engorged dick. Hard and fast.
     He slows and stops.  I go back to hip thrusts—and inserting 2 fingers along the top of my cock.  He takes me easily.  Barry huffs poppers—and I now have 4 fingers along the top of my cock.  I pull out and sink to my knees.  I plant my full face into his wet ass crack.  I lick and spit—and reach for the thick black butt plug.  I love having the toys so close to the sling.  I spit one last time, j-lube up the plug and work it in.  His ass snaps down on the small end.  I pound on the base of the toy—sending reverberations through his hole, through his whole body.
    It comes out.  Dick goes back in.
    Then the left hand.  Easily.
    Right hand.  With a little work.
    Left.
    Right.
    Left with two fingers of my right added by sliding them down my wrist into him.
    Now the right and two fingers of the left.
    Left with three.
    Left with four.
    Right hand slides in and forms a fist deep in his bowels.
    I go back to just fucking him.
    “I like your hands—but I love your cock,” he grunts out.
    I tell him how good his ass feels…taking his mind off the fact that my left hand has replaced my cock—and then my cock slides into my open palm.  His eyes are suddenly riveted to the mirror above him.
    “Both…” he mumbles.
    “I’m jerking myself in your guts.”
    He just groans and takes a huff. 
    I move my hand over the knob of my cock.  It feels terrific.
    I do this time and time again…speeding up the hand movement just a little on each repeat.
    *
    With his delays, we are running a little short of time.
    “Will you breed me?  I really want you to…”
    “Sure.”  I pull my hands out of him, swipe a towel down his ass to get rid of excess J-lube and bury my face once more in his ass cleft.  My cock spasms.  And I know it will be easy to breed this boy.
    I stand up. 
    Slide in.
    I look in his eyes as I begin to pump.
    “Shoot it,” he hisses.
    I grab his poppers, take one long hit—and fire off a week’s worth of cum into his stretched out hole…
    *
    He showered, thanked me and hit the road pretty fast.
    I sent him a text thanking him for making the trip…and have not heard from him since…
     
    The origianl of that post is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/inaugurating-new-playroom.html
  14. FelchingPisser

    A Farewell Fourway

    By FelchingPisser,


    Four Way
    My Playroom—October, 2020
    This was the last sex in the playroom in my old home. 
    It was a memorable way to say good bye to the space.
     
    Don and Reid, the couple who have found incredible sex by opening their relationship, let me know they wanted to meet one last time at my house—before I moved even farther away from them.  We set a date and I shot a text to Braydon, the hairy cub Reid had loved to fuck the last time we all met.  Braydon was available—and was taking constant Covid tests as part of his job—and was super horny.
    They arrived within moments of each other.  After lots of hugs and a little catch up, the four of us went upstairs and stripped down…
     
    Reid, the top with bigger cock than mine, is hard the moment he sees Braydon bend over, his hairy ass on full display, to remove a sock.  Don goes to his knees in front of me—and Braydon in front of Reid.  There is the sound of nothing but sucking—wet, deep cock sucking.  And a few grunts of pleasure. 
    At some point the men on the floor switch.  Braydon attacks my dick with pent up hunger.  I pull it out of his mouth and make him lick my balls—loving his full beard massaging them in the process.
    Soon I am on the floor taking turns with Don on Reid’s hard cock.  Braydon has crawled around so he can suck Don as we alternate on Reid—one of us on balls, one on the shaft and then reversing—passing the cock to the other with nothing but tongues and lips.
    I stand up and tell Don to get on the fuck bench.  Reid hoists Braydon to his feet and moves him to the bed.  Both men are now on all fours—both facing mirrors so they can see the tops kneel and begin to rim.  Reid is pushing his dick into Braydon, before I am anywhere near done tonguing Don’s moist, hot hole.   Eventually I stand and enter.  I glide in.  And bottom out.  I hold.  I pull back, incredibly slowly…and begin to fuck.
    Don hits the poppers—and begins pushing back with ass on my fuck stroke.  This makes me fuck him even harder.  I can see the refection of Reid and Braydon in the mirror in front of us.  Reid is pummeling that cute, cubby ass.
    I pull out and do the first of countless trips of taking my ass-wet cock to Don’s mouth.  I keep rotating around the man.  As I back to fucking, suddenly Reid is there.
    “Taste his ass!” he tells his partner.  Don licks ever millimeter of dick presented to him.  I pull out of Don’s ass and let Braydon clean me.  The boys both make grateful gurgling noises in the back of their throats.
    Reid fucks Don a little.
    Then Don suggests Braydon get on the bench.  He does.  I go first in his ass, while Reid uses his mouth.  Don crawls between my legs and licks the underside of my cock as I fuck.  I fuck for a bit—then pull out and let Don clean me.  I push back into Braydon’s hole for half a dozen strokes and then back into Don’s mouth.  Reid comes over and watches his partner sub out.   His cock gets harder and the head redder, if that’s even possible.
    Reid fucks the boy again.  Don and I have an intense oral moment as he deep throats me, making himself choke on purpose to constrict his throat around me.  Finally he stands—and fucks Braydon himself.  Reid and I slap our wet dicks on Braydon’s face—as his tongue snakes out on first one and then the other.
    We go to the sling.  Braydon is in it first.  Reid fucks him, Don makes Braydon lean out of the sling to clean his cock.  I go under the sling and lick on the underside of Reid’s cock as he fucks. 
    Soon I take a turn in Braydon’s ass.
     And Don does, too.
    Then Don gets in the sling.  Braydon thinks he’s hard enough to fuck—and does, for a moment—but soon let’s me into Don as he moves around to the side to chew Don’s nipples.  As he is bent over Don, Reid moves behind him and takes Don’s ass.  Braydon and Don hold on to each other as our fucking becomes more and more intense. 
    Soon Reid moves Braydon over to the fuck bench to continue.  I eat out Don.  I fuck him again.  Long and hard—until he asks for a break.
    Don is now super hard.  He spells Reid up Braydon’s hungry hole.  I take the moment to lick Reid’s ass.  I am seemingly the only man who he lets do it…and he loves it.  He stands, legs wide, and grabs onto the sling poles, letting me burrow into him. 
    The noises of good sex drown out the porn on the computer…
    *
    Braydon is in the sling.  Reid is going to cum.  And soon.  His breathing is raspy.  Don is sucking my dick, but watching his partner fuck the cub.  Reid groans and unloads.  He pulls out.  Don goes to felch—and I kneel to clean off Reid’s cock.  Once I have, I join Don on the floor and we take turn tonguing Reid’s load out of Braydon—and snowballing it back and forth. 
     “Fuck in some of that load,” pleads Braydon.
    I stand up and slide into him.  We have left lots inside.  He is awash with jizz.  I fuck.  Don takes a mouthful of cum to Braydon and gives it to him.  I stop, rim another moment and fuck my seed into the Cub’s ass.  I groan out my orgasm.
    Don is right there to clean me—and felch.  He tries for every drop of the mixed seed.  He is so aroused, he rises up, sinks his cock into Braydon’s slick ass—and unloads his balls. 
    It’s my turn to clean him.  I felch and snowball our cum to both Don and Braydon.  Don goes to his knees and buries his face where there are now three churned loads of cum in the hairy ass suspended in the sling…
     
     
    The playroom.  I wanted to make sure I recorded the look of it for I took it down the next day—and moved it up to the new duplex.  If you want the pictures of the space follow the link:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/a-farewell-fourway.html
  15. FelchingPisser

    Working Over Jay

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    My Playroom—October, 2020
     
    We found each other on AssPig.  We had talked for months.  Jay was young, early 30’s and terrifically tall and lean.  And hairy.  And, from his talk, a true pig.  And suddenly we were under the gun—he was moving west, far enough away that it would be hard to connect.  So we met…
     
    I go up the stairs to the playroom.  I have sent him up before me.  I am in my leathers—as he asked me to be.  I open the door.  He is on his knees—looking up at me in anticipation.  He is in a leather jock, chaps, boots and harness.  I walk to him and stand with the pouch of my dirty jock inches from his face.  My hand goes to the back of his head—and I pull him into the pouch and the mound of hardening cock it tries to hide.  He inhales deeply and begins to tongue me through the fabric.  His teeth pull the fabric away and my cock bounces out, slapping him in the face.  He grunts and takes me into his mouth.  He gives great head.  I let him set the tempo…and then grab his head and fuck his mouth.
    I pull off of him.  We are both panting.  He leans in and gets my balls sopping wet.  Then back to my cock.  Back and forth.
    I need to taste him.  I tell him to get on the fuckbench.  He scrambles up on it and wiggles his ass in anticipation.  My tongue plunges in.  He tastes of soap and sweat.
    I eat him out for a very long time.
    I stand up.  My cock slaps his upturned ass.  I poke at his hole…and then slide in.   I bottom out and he groans.  I fuck him with short strokes—and then increasing in length.
    “Let me taste my ass.”
    I pull out, move around and feed him my cock.  He licks me clean of all his ass juices.
    I fuck him again—and then grab the eggheaded dildo.  He takes the toy easily—but not me with it. 
    I pull it out and just fuck him again.
    We change to the sling—after he discards his harness.
    I eat his juicy ass again. 
    I make it juicier with a shot of piss.  My tongue pushes all the pale liquid that is clinging to his ass hair into his now puffy hole.  He loves this—and tells me so.  I fuck him a long time.  I change up with the big black butt plug.  I work it in…and slap the base of it with my fist, feeling it jiggle in his butt.  The poppers open—and then I do it again and he groans in sheer pleasure.
    We break as he wants to lose the chaps.  Once they are in a pile on the floor, he hops back in the sling and I rim and fuck his now sloppy hole. 
    I do a few lateral stretches with my eight fingers.  He likes this and tells me so.  I go back and forth between tongue, cock and fingers.
    The speculum is next.  I crank it open easily.  My fingers snake in and stroke his prostate.  He tells me he’s had a speculum…but no one has ever played with him while it’s open.  I grin—and stroke it again—then stand up and slide my cock into the opening the speculum has made.  He pants.  His cock twitches—getting half hard again.
    We break on the bed.  A brief spooning.  Suddenly he rolls over and finds my cock with his mouth.  He leaves some deep throat saliva and then impales himself on me.  I watch our reflection in the large mirror behind the bed—showing me how hot my dick looks going into his ass from an entirely different perspective. 
    We go back to the sling.  I eat his freshly fucked hole.
    “I have to piss…” he groans.
    “Do it.”
    “You want it…?”
    “Piss yourself.  Let me taste it.”
    He lets go—so it all sluices down his hairy ass crack and onto my tongue.  I have to keep swallowing or drown.  When it lets up a little, I can poke some into his ass with my tongue.  He groans and mutters things under his breath…of which I can only catch “...fucking pig….”  I wonder which of us he means…
    I use the biggest toy on him—the one that reminds me of a perverted Christmas tree.  He takes the ever bigger ridges of it easily.
    We fuck on the floor.  Once with him on his knees.  Another time with me on the rimseat mat.
    Only then do I begin to fist him…first on the bench, then the sling…
    I fuck between alternating hands:  Left, Right, Cock.  Left, Right Cock.  And finally I work my cock into him with my left hand in place.
    He groans—looking up into the mirror above the sling.
    “I’m jerking off in your ass.”
    This sends another splash of his own piss all over his chest.
    *
    It’s time for the rimseat.  I want to taste his now totally wrecked hole.  I get him up and then have him lean into the sling.  I piss his ass crack…with a few spurts deep into his butt.  I move to under the seat.  He sits.  He toys with me.  He lets me lick off whatever piss is clinging to the outside.  Only then does he open his hole—for just a quick splash on my tongue.
    I groan.  He lets go.  It’s not a lot…but enough piss sluices out of him for me to make me take my hand off my cock.
    I clean him with my tongue.
    He gets up—unbidden—and rides my dick as I lie there.
    He knows to sit right back down on my face, giving me the dripping mess of his ass.
    “I need to breed you,” I mumble around the lips of the hole smashed on my face.
    He stands and pulls me up.  He gets on the bench.  I sink into him.  I only need a few strokes to give him my load.
    I pant.  Compose myself.
    And take the picture…
     
    There are pictures of his hot ass on the original post:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/working-over-jay.html
     
  16. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—October, December 2020 and January 2021
    The number of Covid cases in Michigan in October was quite low.  I played more that month than any other in this horrible year, always talking a lot to my potential partners in how they were dealing with it all.  Being basically retired, I could also isolate myself after each meet and monitor things.
     Keshawn has appeared a number of times in these pages.  But I have never used his name.  We met at CLAW one year in the middle of an orgy.  We took turns on some very lucky men.  If I am big, he is huge.  We have fucked in tandem in Cleveland, and at Cum-Unions in both Chicago and Indy.  Our usual MO is to move through a room full of bottoms and plunder as many as possible. 
    Keshawn is also versatile.  I have fucked him a number of times while his monster is up some hot ass. But we have never played one on one.  He had been celibate all summer—and was incredibly tired of his own hand.  We talked about a meet.  He was more than ready.  We thought about a third to give him a bottom, but decided against it.  He was fine when I told him about the limited play I had been doing.  He came up to be one of the last men in my old playroom—and then met me again two more times in my new digs.  They were short meets—extremely focused on my making a meal of his ass and fucking his load out of that big cock.
    Keshawn is tall and well defined.  As I age, I find it harder and harder to pin down how old someone is--he could be anywhere from 27 to 37.  His ass is full.  Very full.  At the large gatherings, I had spent very little time with my tongue up him.  That was about to change…
     
    It’s been a long drive for him.  And he is now in the shower.  Soon enough he emerges.  He is as boisterous as ever as we chat as we go up the stairs to the playroom.  He loves the arrangement of equipment.  He tosses off the robe I lent him, revealing some designer backless underwear before kneeling on the padded floor.
    “Let me taste that Daddy dick of yours…”
    He doesn’t wait for me to remove it from my jock.  He inhales the pouch and begins to mouth it.  I am almost instantly erect as this young man chews the fabric, pulling it to the side with his teeth to get at the main course.  He tongues the pre-cum out of my big slit.  He takes me into his mouth—and I harden the rest of the way buried in his throat.  I slowly fuck his face…until he gags.  “So hot,” he gasps out around the cock in his mouth.  I begin again, doing three shallow strokes and then go deep on the fourth.  He gags again.  Delighted.
    He stands and I kneel.  I do well tonguing his swollen cock head…and a good three inches down his length—but to open wide enough, I don’t feel like I can cover my teeth.  He doesn’t care.  He uses my mouth for his pleasure.  My hand finds his hot hole.  The moment I touch his pucker, he pulls out of me and gets on the fuck bench.   His ass is there in all its glory.
    Pic
    I kneel again and pull the globes apart.  “Eat my hole.  Rim me good…”
    My tongue connects.  He reacts like I have given him an electric shock.  His hand goes under the bench to his cock and begins stroking as I eat him out.  I go up the whole crack with my tongue before zeroing in exclusively on his hole.  I ream.  I spit.  I go deeper and deeper.
    I stand up and swipe my dripping cock head down his crack.  “I want to push my pre-cum into you…” I tell him.
    He groans and beats harder.  My tongue loves the added flavor.  I pull his cheeks apart again.  He has the softest skin of any man I know.  Finally I have to fuck him.  I stand up.  I go in.  Slowly.  The old inch by inch.  Until I am buried.  Until my unruly reddish bush is flatten against his ass cheeks.
    “Fuuuuucccckkkk…” he hisses.                   
    I hold.  I pull out just as slowly.  Now I go in faster.  And faster.  Soon I am pile driving his ass.  He is vocal with every thrust.  Calling me a dirty fucker.  Making low guttural noises.  Or just panting. 
    And he beats his cock.
    I pause and pull out.   I think he likes ass to mouth…and then he commands me to “Bring that thing up here” before I can take the first step.  He cleans me off, relishing my spit and his ass juices all over my hard shaft.
    I go back to fucking.  I fuck him harder. 
    And do another trip to his mouth.  Again, thoroughly cleaned and spit shined.
    This time I kneel and relish the anal lube his ass is producing.  My tongue can’t get enough of his ass slime.
    I stand up.  And surprise myself by pissing on his hole.  He gasps—and goes with it…especially when I fall to my knees and lick it all up—pushing some deep inside him.  I fuck him again.  Hard and fast. 
    He huffs some poppers—and cleans every millimeter of my cock and balls.
    We break for a moment to rest his legs.  We move to the sling.  I fuck him slowly and easily.  His eyes never leave the mirror above him.  Nor his hand from his oversized prick.  I finally speed up and make the chains rattle.
    We try a cock clean, but the position is awkward.
    I eat his fucked out hole.
    I rail into…and eat it out again.
    Over and over.
    We have a water break.  I suggest the rimseat.  I tell him to use his poppers freely.  His hole opens and as the seat spreads him.  I have a feast…almost feeling smothered by the big bootie filling the space above me.  He is moaning and panting the entire time my tongue works tirelessly to fuck his used hole.
    He gets up without any warning.  “I almost shot,” he confesses.  As he helps me up—his hand grazes my ass—then settles on the crack for a long moment.  Part of me wishes I could help him out—but there would be no way with his massive dick.  And he doesn’t ask—instead he eagerly gets in the sling.
    “Fuck my cum out of me.  Pile drive my ass, Daddy…”
    It doesn’t take long.  I pound his hole.  Balls slapping his ass on every stroke.  And suddenly he fires it off.  The first shot hits his neck.  The rest pools on his abs.  I am so close, but not quite there…I mop up his cum, coat my cock and push back in, Keshawn’s eyes wide.
    I blast instantly with all his slickness coating my cock. 
    Again and again.
     
     
    Keshawn visited twice more in the coming months.  The other two meets were almost identical.  But he always left a very happy man…
    The orignal post is here--with a great picture of his ass:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/04/keshawn-seeks-my-brand-of-covid-relief.html
  17. FelchingPisser

    Side by Side Slings

    By FelchingPisser,


    Fuck Buds
    West Michigan—September, 2020
    I didn’t play for 20 days after the fourway, detailed in ‘A Quartet of Cum.’ 
    I waited. 
    I was fine.
    I used my down time to begin to pack the house. 
    And to check in with some fuck buds.  If anything good came out of this time, it was that I found men I had not been in touch with for months.  I dropped them a line on the hook up sites.  Or wrote them a long email.  Or sent them a series of texts.  The men I really knew, to a man, were being careful and in good health.  That was good news—and I needed some of that.  I wasn’t looking for sex—at least not initially, I needed to check in and see how they all were coping.  Many were not remotely ready for a romp, but it was great to re-connect.
    But one couple, Jayce and Mark, really wanted to share my cock.  They had done nothing with anyone else since March.  One worked from home.  The other couldn’t work until his business would be allowed to re-open.  Would I come to their house on Saturday night? 
    I went.  With my rimseat.
     
    I am shown into the lower level office, next to the playroom.  We hug and chat about our lives over bottles of beer for them and water for me.  Mark goes off to step through the shower, leaving me with Jayce.  His sleeveless flannel shirt is open, revealing his very furry chest.  Soon enough, he is down on the floor between my legs, unbuttoning my 501’s.  He inhales deeply as he reaches my jock and moans in the back of his throat. His mouth is now all over it, leaving it wet.  He works my hardening dick out of the pouch, mostly with his teeth and with only one assist of his finger.  It springs up and he swallows me down, his full beard brushing my balls.  He keeps my dick deep in his throat, bobbing lightly on me, until he chokes.  He comes up for air…and does it all over again.
    Mark comes back, wrapped in a towel and watches his partner suck me.  Soon the towel drops as his dick hardens.  He comes closer and feeds it to me.  He bottoms out in my mouth as Jayce takes me to the root—I love the feeling of giving and getting simultaneously. 
    Mark goes to his knees and takes turns with Jayce.  There is always one on my dick and one on my balls.  They rotate from one position to the other with skill, leaving my cock and balls a sopping mess of mixed saliva.
    “We should go into the playroom.”
    I take the rimseat bag and follow Jayce as Mark goes upstairs to put on some leather.  On the far wall are two slings, side by side.  One is hung from the ceiling, the other from a frame.  There is a rolling table for lubes and toys.  There is a bondage chair—and just room for me to set up the rimseat to one side of a huge sink.
    Jayce kneels as I stand up from putting the pillow under the seat.  He spends some more time on my dick—leaving me once again wet and hard as a rock.
    “Get in the sling.  No, just bend over into it.”
    With his feet on the floor, his hairy chest rests on the leather.  He grabs the chains.  I kneel and look at the full, hairy globes in front of me.  At this angle, I have to pull them apart.  Doing so makes my dick drool as I see his pink hole in the middle of all the dark fur.  My tongue drills into him.  Jayce gasps and makes the chains rattle.  Mark walks in and watches me eat his partner out.  I stop only briefly to glance at him and smile.  He’s in a harness, boots—and a cod piece that he has already unsnapped so he can stroke.
    I spit one last time onto Jayce’s hole.  I stand up and smear my pre-cum around the already slightly puffy lips.  This makes Jayce groan.  His hole is open and ready.  I line up my cock and slide halfway in.  The poppers open.  I hear the huff.  His hole relaxes and I slide in the rest of the way.
    I pause just for a moment.
    “Fuck him,” says Mark.
    I do.  Slowly and deliberately.  Mark moves to the side so he can see my dick enter his man.  Over and over.  Pulling out wet and shiny in the red light of the playroom. 
    Mark moves behind me.  His cock is resting in my ass crack and his hands on my nipples.  He tweaks them.  Hard.  His hips begin to push into my butt to make me fuck Jayce faster.  I do.  Until all three of us are breathless.
    We reposition.  Jayce climbs into the other sling in the usual way.  I kneel and eat his freshly fucked hole.  I turn and get a face full of cock.  I suck Mark for a moment—and spit all the juice I collect onto Jayce’s hole.  Mark moves around, eyeing us intently.
    I stand and fuck Jayce.  Faster now.  Taking my pleasure.
    Mark strokes.
    “Do you want to take a turn?”
    Mark grunts a “Yes.” 
    I give way.  He fucks Jayce, harder and faster…then pauses to work a finger in alongside his cock.  Jayce whimpers.  My dick drips.
    Mark tells me to fuck some more.  He reclines in the other sling to get a different angle to watch.  I fuck Jayce as hard as Mark was fucking him.  Then I pause, step to the side and begin eating out Mark.  Jayce babbles encouragement.  I stand up and slap my cock on Mark’s ass.
    “You want it?”
    “Fuck, yeah…”
    I push in.  He sighs.  I pause, but Mark grunts out: “Fuck me.  Drill me, fucker.”
    So I do. 
    And then it’s back to Jayce.  I spend a happy ten minutes or so going from one hole to the other. 
    Back and forth. 
    Both men wanting to see their partner take it.
    We pause. 
    We drink. 
    I get under the rimseat.  Mark sits on my face and Jayce sits on my dick.  It’s great to taste how wet I have made Mark’s hole.  Without any prompting, the guys switch—though Mark never really gets astride my dick.
    Then it’s back to the slings.
    I start with Jayce.  I piss on his hole, lick it and fuck it.
    I move over to Mark and lick his crack—and fuck him hard.
    Back in Jayce, Mark gets out of the sling.  “I’m gonna shoot.”
    I move aside.  He steps up and sprays his partner’s well fucked chute.  He wipes the last drops off his dick on Jayce’s ball.
    I kneel and push some of Mark’s cum into Jayce with my tongue.  I stand, and do the same with my dick.  Mopping up all I can find with my cock head—and drilling it into place.  The cum has made his hole even silkier.
    One more taste—and I am shooting my pent up load deep into the bearded boy…
     
     
    If you would like to see the orignal post, with links to my previous play with this couple, it is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/12/side-by-side-slings.html
  18. FelchingPisser

    A Quartet of Cum

    By FelchingPisser,


    Four Way
    I had a number of fisting encounters as I got back to playing that I am not reprinting here.   If you care about those, follow this link for the first of them:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/11/fisting-ginger-bear.html
     
     
    Lansing—September, 2020
    I stayed home each time after my fisting meets.  Work was over, so that part was pretty easy.  A week into my second self-isolation, I got a text from the couple who live north of me—and who I usually see, in normal times, at the monthly gathering of like minded, bareback loving men in Grand Rapids.  They wondered how I was doing—and if I was playing with anyone.  I told them what I had done—the motel and the fistings.  They had done nothing since spring—and wanted to see what the three of us might feel comfortable doing.  We talked (one of them works in health care, no less,) and we agreed we would be fine with the three of us to meet by the weekend.
    And then it grew to four.  They really wanted to include a versatile man to give the top in the relationship a new hole to fuck.  It was a man they knew and trusted….and so I went for it.
    It was a great fall day to drive north.  My hosts answered the door. 
    (The top is tall and thin, and graying at the temples.  His dick is about my length—but is significantly thicker as you go down the shaft.  He loves me to fuck a hole first—so he has an easier time getting in.  His other half (Tim) is versatile, a few years younger, shorter and good looking.) 
    We chatted in their living room as we waited for the fourth man.  We didn’t have to wait long.  Soon Tim ushers in a man in his mid 40’s.  He was fit, built and reminded me of the man in the pit where I get my oil changed.  I was instantly hard.
    We all were given a bottle of water and headed for the master bedroom…
     
    We strip down.  Everyone keeps on some kind of a jock, but the other Top.  I kneel and lace up my boots.  When I straighten up, the guy I don’t know is kneeling on the bed and trying to get the Top’s cock all the way down his throat.  Tim is watching and stroking.  I tell him to kneel on the bed and I go to my knees and dive into his ass.  My tongue finds his warm pucker and begins to massage it open.  I spit three or four times and stand up to fuck.
    The new guy is choking on dick—but in a hot kind of way.  I wipe a drool of pre-cum from my dick head on the wet hole in front of me and slide halfway in. Tim groans, poppers up—and his ass welcomes me all the way in.  I fuck.  The sound of my nuts slapping the fleshy ass makes the new guy pull off the dick and look at us.  He repositions himself so Tim can suck his cock—as my mechanic fantasy goes back to sucking the Top. 
    I fuck hard and fast
    We shift again, each of us now tasting the New Guy in turn.  When we aren’t sucking him, we find another cock or ass to feast on.  Tim gets the New Guy hardest and sits on it, to the delight of his partner.  I take my turn of the Top’s dick, swallowing him nicely until the dreaded bulge, as he watches his boy get impaled.
    The guys re-position the fuck.  Tim is on his knees, NG is standing up to fuck.  I squirm under Tim so I can lick the underside of NG’s dick as he plows Tim.  The Top sucks me.  NG loves my tongue on his shaft and balls as he fucks—and says so, calling me a ‘fucking pig.’ 
    Tim is fucked harder now.  I have to suck Tim’s dick to get out of the way as NG drills him.
    Finally, Tim pulls off him, collapsing on me.  “We should take this upstairs to our playroom.”
    We all agree.  I grab my bag but am stopped by the New Guy saying, “Let me suck that again.”
    I let him.  And in moments he goes from getting my dick wet to kneeling on the bed, pleading with me to go easy on his ass.  I tease his hole with my wet cock.  Just my dripping cock head is sucked into his hungry hole.  I don’t go deep.  Just enough to make him pant.
    “Let’s go find our hosts.”
    We grab our water bottles and go upstairs to what was once a maid’s room.  There is a big bed, a sling on a frame and a rimseat.
    “We got the rimseat so you wouldn’t have to bring yours,” I’m told.
    NG bends over the bed and announces he needs to be fucked.  I look at the Top.  He graciously gives me the go ahead with a wave of his hand.  His partner kneels and sucks the Top’s big dick as I kneel and eat out the ass I had toyed with downstairs.  I lick and prod his hole with my tongue.  He does poppers and begins pleading with me to get my dick in him.
    I stand up and drive it home.  He takes it all the while giving the sexiest moans.  He’s a great fuck—a hole that talks to my dick and knows when to tighten and when to loosen up.  The Top stands and watches me fuck.  Our eyes connect.  I know he wants a turn.  I lean across NG’s back and whisper in his ear that he’s about to get a thicker cock.
    His only response is to inhale poppers again.  I pull out and the Top fucks him without mercy.  My cock is cleaned by Tim—before he leans over the bed and inserts it into his ass.  The two men bottoming reach out and hold onto each other as they take more than seventeen inches of dick between them.
    This does it for NG.  We’ve turned him.  He does not top again the entire session.  I fuck Tim in the sling, while NG rides the Top prone on the bed.
    Then we switch holes.  Tim rides his partner and I fuck NG in the sling. 
    I get under the rimseat and eat out Tim’s wet, loose hole.  I can hear the Top pounding into NG.  Suddenly there is a cry—The Top has to be unloading in NG.  Tim stands up, straddling me.  I can’t move, even if I want to.
    “Sit here.” 
    It’s Tim directing NG to sit on the rimseat—and for me to eat his partner’s load out of the dripping, hairy ass.
    He sits, poppers up and the cum from his hole begins to drip into my mouth.  I clean him up, getting every drop my tongue can find.  I tongue fuck him, over and over.  I hear the Top go downstairs.
    Tim pulls NG up off the seat.  “Get in the sling,” he tells him.  Tim helps him into the stirrups as I raise the seat and stand up.  “You should cum in his ass,” Tim says.
    “You don’t want it?”
    “I have had it plenty of times…give it to him—and fuck in the cum still in there.”
    I spit in my hand and slather it on my dick.  I slide in.  Tim stands to the side, working NG’s nips with one hand while beating off his own dick.  NG kneads his semi hard.  I fuck him.  Hard and long strokes.
    Then by standing still and moving the sling back and forth on my rampant hard on.
    “Fill him up,” Tim croons.  “Breed him.”
    “Yeah, give me more seed…” NG moans around the popper bottle held to his mouth.
    I pick up the tempo—and explode deep inside the wet ass.
    Tim hears me—and fires across the hairy chest in front of him.
    My hand swipes up some of his load and coats my cock with it.
    “Fuck it into him,” groans Tim.
    I do.
    The New Guy’s cock hardens as he realizes what just happened. 
    And he drools out a load…
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/12/a-quartet-of-cum.html
  19. FelchingPisser
    I had no sex from the middle of  March to the end of August, 2020.  There are still posts and re-posts of hot times on the parent blog for those interested.  Here I am skipping to the next new playtime.  
     
    Kalamazoo—August, 2020
    It was time to have sex again.  I knew it—and I knew I needed to do it with some thought.  I had not played since March 14.   But now, in late August, my intensive summer work schedule (made even more intense with figuring out how to keep working safely during Covid) was over.
    Brayton, the always horny, cute cub I had first used at the bookstore—and then invited to join Don and Reid in the playroom—had let me know that he, too, was ready to play.  A new text told me he had been talking to a number of men in his stable, all in the same boat.  He had taken the bull by the horns and rented a motel room.  Would I be interested?
    I was and I wasn’t.  This was not quite how I thought I’d jump back in.  I talked to Brayton.  He assured me that the other men had taken the lockdown to heart and been idle for months.  I declined.  And then I changed my mind.  My cock won.
    I went.
     
    It is an incredibly cheap motel.  It’s not hard to find as it’s right on the highway.  Top of the line when it was built in the 1990’s, it has fallen on hard times.  I park and walk by another gathering, currently with the door wide open and the participants spilling out into the parking lot.  With loud music blaring and cans, bottles or a pipe in every hand, it looks more like drink and drugs are on the menu there and not sex.  I pick up my pace and knock on a door at the opposite end of this wing of rooms.
    It takes a second but Brayton opens the door, naked but for a jock.  We hug.  I go in as he continues to dither about getting his phone to play music to cover the sounds of sex.    I start to strip. We seem to be alone.  But then the toilet flushes.  And there are voices.
    Two men emerge from the bathroom.  Both are somewhere between 27 and 37.  One is short, mostly fit, with dark hair and an impish grin.  The other man is around six foot, also dark and carrying some extra pounds.  The bigger man stops dead as he sees me in my jock and sits on the other bed.  The smaller man smiles and goes back into the bathroom.
    I sit and retie the laces on my boots.
    And we sit.  The smaller man returns.
    I am introduced.  We smile and nod.
    The larger guy disappears back into the bathroom.
    Finally, with the music figured out, Braydon comes and kneels in front of me.  I stand up.  The smaller man watches intently as Braydon pulls my cock out of the pouch.  It dangles for a moment—stretching to his full length—before Braydon swallows it down.  I hold the back of Braydon’s head pulling him onto my cock.  He chokes—and I let him off me.  The young man on the bed touches his own jock pouch. 
    I now fuck Braydon’s mouth.  When he comes up for air, he turns to the smaller guy.  “You’ve gotta taste this cock.”  The young man comes over and kneels next to Braydon.  Braydon steers my cock into the other man’s open mouth.  He groans as his tongue finds my piss slit.  I stand stock still and let the two men go back and forth on my dick.  It feels great. Wet and sloppy.
    The groans from the two men bring the other man out of the bathroom.  He sits on the far bed.  He kneads his jock pouch as he watches them give me head.
    “I need to get fucked.”  Braydon stands up.  I assume this is my cue—but surprisingly the smaller guy tells Braydon to get on all fours.  I watch the smaller guy spit on Braydon’s pucker and finger it into him.  In moments, he has pushed his uncut dick into Braydon.  The larger guy comes over to watch.
    I stick my dick into Braydon’s mouth.  He groans as he is spit roasted.  The larger guy moves behind me, reaching around my chest to twist my nipples.  Soon, he stops and kneels down next to me.  I push my cock into his mouth.  He gives a great blowjob.  Every inch of skin is licked.  He moves down to my balls, too.  These surprise him—bigger than he expects—and likely hairier.  He leaves them wringing wet.
    “I need that in my ass,” he says holding on to my wet cock and looking up into my eyes.
    “Yeah,” I nod.
    There is a knock at the door.  Braydon pulls away from the man fucking him and answers it.  Two men come in—both around my age.  I recognize the man with ginger hair from chats online—though we have never met.  His partner is dark and hairy.  They strip off and instantly kneel on either side of my dick.  This sends the bigger guy back to the far bed to watch and stroke.  The new couple take turns taking me to the root.  It makes the hairy guy so hard, he stops to fuck Braydon’s ass, as his partner continues to suck me.
    Finally, I fuck Braydon myself.  His ass is very wet—though no one has claimed to shot a load.  I fuck him hard, kneeling on the bed—so Braydon can clean the cock of the Hairy guy.
    I fuck until my knees tell me to stand up.  The small guy goes right back up Braydon.   I replace the Hairy guy in Braydon’s mouth.  I notice the Ginger has some sort of toy up the man I was about to fuck when the last two arrived.  The Hairy guy slaps his semi hard cock against mine.  Braydon takes the hint and sucks both of us—back and forth.  Eventually, I pull out of his mouth, leaving the now harder cock of the Hairy guy in Braydon.  I move around and sink to my knees and begin to eat the very hairy ass crack in front of me.
    I get lost in rimming the overly hairy ass in front of me.  I have no idea how long I tongue fuck the Hairy guy as Braydon sucks him.  I actually have to pull his ass cheeks apart, they are so full.  My saliva leaves him incredibly wet.
    We now take turns fucking Braydon.  The three of us in rotation.  Always letting whoever pulls out of Braydon’s ass into his mouth for proper ATM.
    Eventually I go over to the other bed.
    I fuck the bigger guy.  It’s rough getting into him—but once I do and he relaxes, he flowers open.  But it is too much for him.  He begs me to stop fucking or he’ll cum.
    I pull out as he continues to suck on the Ginger.  I go behind the Ginger and kneel.  My tongue finds the new ass crack.  His response is at first surprise—and then he bends over in pleasure.  His cock sucker flips onto his back and worms under him—so he can suck the Ginger’s balls as well as his cock.  The Ginger is in heaven.  I eat him out—reveling in the difference between he and his partner—one so hairy and one so smooth.
    I finally have to stand up.  My cock slides down the wet ass crack as I stretch.  He bucks back on it.  I insert it.  Slowly.  Another very tight hole.
    “Holy shit,” the Ginger mutters.
    But I sink balls deep into him. 
    I hold and begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Long strokes.
    Instantly, the Ginger explodes.  Cum is everywhere on the man under him, his face looking like a freshly glazed donut.  I carefully pull out.  I go to lick up some of the jizz.
    There’s a knock at the door.  “What’s going on in there?”
    First we freeze, then the five of us move to the tiny bathroom as Braydon answers it.  A woman, claiming to be security, is threatening to call the police.  Braydon gets rid of her.  There is another knock almost immediately.  It is the woman from the front desk, telling him she has just made the call.
    When the door closes a second time, we come out of the bathroom.
    For me, the mood is broken.  Even if it is not true, as Braydon insists, I won’t be getting hard again easily.
    I get dressed. 
    The others decide to wait it out.
    I get to my car just as the flashing lights of two police cars begin circling the parking lot…
    The original post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/11/breaking-quarantine-with-braydon-and.html
  20. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—March, 2020
    (This picks up immediately after the last post.)
    “Please, will you a fuck a friend of mine?”
    I nod and Alexandros leads the way to the glory hole wall.  Two asses are displayed in the side by side glory holes, their legs in the chains attached to the wall.  The first it a meaty, hairy bear ass.  A young Asian is fucking it hard—and panting.  The other ass is younger, flatter and smooth.  Alexandros nods toward him. “Jimmy has never tried the wall before.”   I kneel and stick my tongue in the offered pucker.  The man jerks in surprise that someone is there, making the chains rattle.  But he groans as my tongue digs deeper into him.  Alexandros watches me work, and then kneels and knocks my hand away from my own cock.  It’s not a good angle but he sucks me as I eat out the hole.
    I stand up ready to fuck.
    “Go easy—he’s only had one dick tonight.”
    “Spit on his hole,” I tell Alexandros.
    He does.  And then he leans forward and pushes his gob in with his tongue.  Then I spit and he does the same with mine.  I push his face into the wet ass. 
    “Eat him out.”  Alexandros squirms happily as I hold his head in place.  Jimmy is moaning at all the attention, though it’s faint from behind the wall.  I finally let go of the boy’s head.  He comes up grinning and I pull him into a kiss.  Our tongues are busy as I taste our spit and Jimmy’s ass.  My cock is more than ready to plow.
    I break the kiss and enter the kid in the wall.  Slowly and steadily.  I hear the popper bottle open.  But he takes me easily.  Soon I am bucking into him.  With both gloryholes in use, we get some audience watching and stroking.  My friend from Fukd, Parker, has replaced the Asian in the bear’s ass.  We nod to each to other as we fuck.
    A man I fucked earlier in one of the slings upstairs, spells me on Jimmy’s ass.  He gives the kid as good as I gave him.  Alexandros is on my cock, cleaning me up the moment I pull out.  He does the same for the new guy when I go back up Jimmy.  I wave Parker over when he pulls out of the Bear.  “Clean him,” I tell Alexandros.  Parker lets him clean him up and then holds him in place to fuck his face.  Eventually he takes a turn on Jimmy’s ass.  And I fuck Alexandros right next to them with Alex just bent over and braced against the wall.
    Then we switch, I fuck Jimmy one last time and Parker fucks Alexandros, whose mancunt is becoming incredibly sloppy from all his self lubing. 
     
    Jimmy asks for a break.  We help haul him out of the hole.  He staggers a little as he lands on his feet.  But is incredibly happy.  “That was hotter than I imagined,” he says, hugging all three of us.  He’s a cute blond boy in his early 30’s.  He staggers away, in his own cloud of happiness.
    I ask Parker and Alexandros who wants to take his place.  Parker slides in.  I fasten his legs to the chains.  Alexandros goes to his knees and begins to rim Parker.  I kneel next to him and we take turns sticking our tongues in his hot, hairy ass.  Parker seems to have been fucked a fair amount this evening.  My not having seen him until now, speaks to how many men are rutting here tonight.  As we slurp at his hole, it begins to drip cum.  I lick it up.  I share it with my rim partner and then he catches the next cum leak and we snowball that.
    Parker is moaning, sniffing poppers, and calling us cumwhores.  The mutual felching has made Alexandros get fully hard.  He has a very large, uncut cock now jutting out of his designer jock.  I am ready to fuck.  I stand up.  Alexandros spits on me and I begin to fuck Parker.  Alex wiggles around and finds a way to lick my balls on the back stroke.  I fuck into Parker’s hot hole and then pull out and find Alexandros’ mouth on my dick.  He cleans and I push back into Parker.  We do this two or three times.  Then Alexandros stands up.  He is still rock hard…not just his semi he has getting fucked.
    “You want to fuck him?”  I ask.
    “I don’t do that.” 
    I step to the side and hold on to his erection.  I swipe it across Parker’s cum dripping ass.  Someone’s cum is scooped up by Alexandros’ generous foreskin.  He lets me do it once more before I go to my knees and stick my tongue into his foreskin to taste the mix of cum and his precum. 
    Heavenly.
    I know there is no way he is actually going to fuck Parker, so I give his cock one more lick, spit it all on Parker’s hole and fuck it deep into Parker’s gut. 
    I fuck Parker with swift long strokes.
    Then I grab Alexandros and bend him over again.  But this time his face is in Parker’s ass. 
    “Eat him out as I fuck you.”
    He does.  I love how my cock thrusts shove the pretty Greek face into Parker’s now gaping hole.  Parker groans at the new invasion—likely figuring it out though he can’t see us.  I fuck Alexandros hard.  So hard he finally calls a time out.
    He kisses me and says he will find me later, but he needs a drink.
    I eat Parker out myself. 
    Fuck him a few more strokes and help him out of the hole. 
    We find a quiet corner and chat for a moment while we share my water bottle. 
    He pulls me into a kiss.  Tender.  Sweet.  After all the rampant sex, something so basic is electric.
    It leads to him sucking me. 
    And then me doing him.
    A hot friend of his arrives…and the moment evaporates as we turn his friend into a shared fuck toy…
    *
    I am sitting on a fuck cube by the bar.  The gathering is just about ending its third hour.  I need some down time.  I drink and watch a three way at the nearest sling.
    Finally I get up and wander.  I find Kevin in a sling in the upstairs area.  The small area is actually deserted save for a blow job happening by the other vacant sling.  From the look of his hole Kevin has been busy all night.  It is gaping slightly and the ass lips are tremendously puffy.  I kneel and massage them with my tongue.  He groans and hits the poppers.  I stick my tongue in him as far as it will go.  I am rewarded with the familiar trickle of cum.  I swirl it in my mouth and spit it back into him.
    Someone comes up the stairs and stops by him. 
    “You gonna just eat his manpussy or are you gonna fuck it?”
     
    (One more to cum…after all, I was there for 4.5 of the 5 hours it ran!)
    The original is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/fukdto-asses-at-gloryhole.html  
  21. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—March, 2020
    (This picks up immediately after the last post)
    Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug.  “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…”
    We kiss lightly and then he bends to sample my rampant, engorged rod, fresh from Alexandros’ hole.  Dolf grunts his approval as he takes me deep into his throat.  His tongue gets busy as he slowly pulls off it.  He leaves my dick good and wet—as he leads me to a fuck bench that I hadn’t noticed behind us in a little alcove of the maze.
    He gets on it and I fall to my knees.  I can’t wait to bury my face in his famous ass again.  My tongue drills into him.  He’s had at least one cock.  I can tell—but I don’t think it’s a full load I am tasting.  I spend a long time eating his hole.  Dolf is groaning—and soon obviously has a dick in his mouth as I continue to ream him out. 
    I stand and push my cock against the spit slavered sphincter.  He grunts around the cock in his mouth and takes me in.  Slowly—but a nice steady glide.  Just a slight thrust from me buries me in one of the hottest asses in porn.  My pubes grind into him.  Dolf pants as I hold in place.  I feel his ass relax.  It’s my cue to begin a slow fuck.  I finally focus on the man in Dolf’s mouth—it’s the African I played with upstairs.  We smile.  I pick up the tempo.  You can hear my hips slapping that fine, upturned ass.  A crowd gathers.  The African gives way for others to push willing cocks into Dolf’s mouth.  I slap Dolf’s ass and nod to the African.  His long, thin cock glides right in—leaving Dolf empty for no more than a millisecond.
    He hammers Dolf’s ass—so hard Dolf has to stop sucking the group clustered around his head.  Just as suddenly the African pulls out of his ass, grabs me by the neck and pulls me into place.  My cock goes into Dolf again.  And I realize I’m fucking in load.   The African has cum again—not more than 45 minutes after his load upstairs.  Damn.  I use it to good advantage.  And announce it to the group:   “He just got a load.  It feels fantastic.”
    A young man, who must spend hours at the gym, pushes from the crowd at Dolf’s mouth towards me.  “I’m going to cum.  Let me in him.”
    I pull out.  The kid inserts.  Just in time.  “Yessss!” he groans.
    He doesn’t marinate in the hole.  He pulls out and a lot of jizz comes with him.  I step up and catch the jizz flow with my cock head.  “Let me fuck your cum deeper,” I tell him.  I fuck in what I know for sure is two loads in.  The Gym Kid watches fascinated—and won’t let a willing man clean up his cock, which he holds tightly to his ripped abs.  I continue to fuck Dolf until I see a thick uncut guy patiently waiting for me to finish.  I lean over Dolf’s back and whisper in his ear.  “I will be back to churn those loads…”
    Dolf whimpers his assent around the cock in his mouth before I let Mr. Uncut into that already frothy ass…
    *
    I really need to catch my breath.  I empty my water bottle and go to piss.  There is a guy hanging around the toilets—I hope he might want a drink.  But no, seemingly not.  I feed it to a porcelain urinal instead.
    I wander out to the upstairs bar.  There is a familiar face.  My cubby friend Franklin is here.  I know he’s come straight from work—so his ass is off limits tonight.  We chat for a moment.  I tell him about Dolf.  Moments later, he leads me out of the crowd of men at the bar to an empty area near the DJ booth.  Franklin goes to his knees.  My cock, after my piss, is back in my jock pouch.  He kisses the bulge.  Inhales.  Deeply.  Kisses it again.  I begin to swell.  He works my cock out, using his teeth to pull back the fabric.  My cock all but slaps him in the face.  He holds onto my balls and takes the head into his mouth.  His tongue works every inch of that flared helmet head.  Slowly, he begins to take the shaft into his mouth.  Then his throat.  I know he’s good for three quarters of my length.  Not today.  Suddenly he is to the base.  My cock is completely wedged in his throat.  It feels incredibly tight.  But deliciously so.  I sigh and don’t move.  I’m guessing he needs to be in control.  He backs off me quickly.  And goes most of the way down me again.
    I return the favor after a bit…giving his very hard cock a good tongue washing. 
    There is a low cube by the railing.  He lies down on it, his head hanging over the edge.  “Fuck my mouth.” 
    I straddle his head and enter him.  It takes a second to find the right angle, but when I do it is terrific. I can let him slobber over my cock head.  I can pull out and lower my balls into his mouth for a good tonguing.  I can fuck his mouth.  I do this carefully.  I listen to his vocal encouragement as I do this—and I fuck into him deeper with each positive sounding grunt.  And suddenly I am fully down his throat again.  Pubes in his nose.  Not for long.  I pull off him and he sits up panting.
    We go our separate ways.  I find several men to fuck in the sling area where I began.   I pull out of a short Latino and see my friend Kevin coming towards me.  We hug.  We take over a sling.  Kevin is still looking extremely athletic—though I haven’t seen him for a couple of years.  We used to meet at Steamworks, usually during CumUnion, for he loves multiple tops.  But he had always had us wrap our dicks…well, no more.  He’s on PrEP now and loving the feel of raw cock up his ass.
    I help get his ankles into the stirrups.  “How many cocks?” I ask him. 
    “Three—but no loads yet.”
    “It’s early.”
    I kneel and eat his used hole.  He tastes wonderful.  His sizable dick pokes out of his jock.  He takes a hit of poppers and moans as I spit deep into him.  I do it again and again as he toys with the precum leaking out of his cock.  My hand goes up and mops it onto two fingers.  I swipe down his hole and drill the liquid into his ass with my tongue.  It makes my cock drip, so I finger some of that into him too.
    I stand up and enter him.  We have been playing on and off for 6 or 7 years…and I am finally going in raw.  Our eyes are locked on each other as I inch into him.  It is a total mind fuck for both of us.  I bottom out.  I hold.  I fuck.  Harder and harder.  A guy comes over and sticks a long dick into Kevin’s mouth.  He goes into pig heaven.  I fuck him a little slower now, so his teeth won’t connect to the other cock.
    I look at the guy in his mouth and point to Kevin’s ass.  He nods and comes around.  I pull out and take my ass flavored dick up to Kevin’s mouth.  The guy fucks him while Kevin cleans my dick. 
    We reverse. 
    And once again. 
    Finally Kevin asks for a break.  I tell him I will find him later…and to come find me when he takes a load or two.
    I wander.
    I get my cock sucked by the downstairs bar.
    I fuck a few holes in the maze—men just bent over and eager.
    I watch Dolf take more dick
    I take a turn—Telling him how good the loads I’m churning feel.
    I pull out.  Alexandros is right there to clean me up.  I pull him up to his feet and kiss him.
    “Please, will you a fuck a friend of mine?”
    I nod and he leads the way to the glory hole wall…
     
    (More to come…)
    There are pictures with this orginal post.  You can find it here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/10/fukdto-fucking-dolf-friends.html
  22. FelchingPisser
    My last play, before the Covid lockdown stopped me having sex, was the final Fukdto gathering in Toronto with Dolf Dietrich. 
    At least I went out with a bang.
    A really big bang.
     
    Toronto—March, 2020
    “Are you sure they are even going to be open?”
    I am sitting in my car at the customs terminal, having just crossed the Blue Water Bridge on Saturday, March 14.  I have told the rather hunky man in uniform that I am headed to a private viewing in downtown Toronto.  An art viewing is implied, but never stated.  I tell the man that there was an email on Friday stating that things were going ahead.  And indeed I had received an email with the jubilant headline “Dolf Has Landed!”  I had also sent the organizer of Fukdto a private email before I got on the road.  Everything was still a go.
    He listens, still skeptical.  Then:
    “Well, off you go.  Drive carefully.”
    I take off and get into town easily, quite a few hours before the event’s start time at 10pm.  I eat and nap in my hotel room—and check in online with a number of my friends who are planning on attending. 
    By 9:30pm I pack my leather and walk over.  I walk up the steep stairs right as the space opens.  I am the only person there.  The set up looks much the same. The maze of plastic sheeting is up.  As I pay my admission, I wonder what play equipment is hidden in it this time.  There is a sling by the bar.  I go up to the smaller, open upstairs areas and sit so I can look down into the maze.  It is dark—but a few people are running around, getting out things like the free cum towels or putting rolls of paper towels by the play stations.  There are more slings set up in these two upper areas.  I get into my leathers slowly.  By the time I check my bag more men have begun to arrive.
    I stand, alone in the smaller upper area and look down into the maze.  I can’t see much of anything.  There are two men on the opposite area kissing.  Both are in designer jocks and boots.  I watch as the kiss breaks off and one man goes to his knees.  I knead my stained jock pouch.  My cock plumps.
    “May I do that for you, Sir?”
    I start.  I hadn’t seen anyone come over here.  Maybe he’s been here the entire time, sitting in the shadows.  I grunt assent.  He kneels and reverently frees my cock from the jock.  The man is very young. And gives excellent head.  He is taking me to the root now.  Making himself gag and pulling off me, grabbing some air and going right back down to the base of my dick.  I hold him down there this time.  He gags—and I let go.  He rocks back onto his heels and gasps for air.  “Damn, I love that…” he rasps out.  I pull him up.  I normally would kiss him…but settle for a hug.  He is hot.  Dark hair on his head and wisps of it on his chest…and a forest of dark hair on his legs. My hands drop to his ass cheeks.  They are as hairy as his legs.  His skin tone is olive.  He can’t be over 27.
    He grins and drops back down to his knees to suck me some more.  Lots of tongue everywhere, including my fat, hairy balls.  Then he deep throats me.  He comes up for air, almost laughing.  And my cock is covered in his deep throat spittle.
    He stands up.  I turn him so he can lean on the railing, looking out over the club.  I kneel and begin working my tongue between those hairy cheeks—all while stroking my spit covered dick.  He groans.  “Eat my ass, daddy...” 
    I grunt my pleasure and drill into his tight sphincter with my pointed tongue.  He groans again.  Louder.  “You like that hairy ass…?”
    I show him how much by standing up and rubbing my dripping cock on his hole.  He reaches back and stokes my dick—but doesn’t let it into his ass.  He jerks me for another moment and then turns.  “I really want this big dick in my ass.  But I need to check myself.”  He kisses me on the cheek and heads towards the restrooms.  I wonder if I’ll see him again.
    Things have progressed on the upper area across from me.  The two men have been joined by others.  I head over.  A hot man is in one of the slings.  A top I recognize from here is eating out his ass.  I pull out my dick and put it in the hot man’s mouth.  The top looks up from his rimming, recognizes me and nods a welcome.  The angle isn’t great for head, but the scene is hot.  Soon enough the top stands and slaps his short, thick cock on the man’s jock mound.  He then plows into the man.  “Fuck!” the man moan’s around my dick.
    The sling moves in the fuck rhythm of the top.  He bangs into the hot guy two dozen times and then kneels again to eat the hole he just fucked.  Still on his knees he waves me over.  I move towards him and he has an extended moment of sucking my cock and spitting my precum into the hot guy’s open hole.  Again and again.
    “Fuck him,” says the top, standing up.  I kneel automatically to taste the hole I am about to fuck.  And I have a covid inspired moment of ‘I’m about to lick this guy’s spit’…but it’s only a moment.  I’m here—I’m playing and the hell with it.
    I rim the man.  He is already awash with his own ass juices and the top’s saliva.  I love the taste.  It makes my cock drool even more.  I stand up. And insert myself into him.
    The other top has moved to the hot guy’s mouth.  The hot guy obviously enjoying his own ass juices on the top’s cock.  He slurps loudly as I fuck him.
    “I pre-loaded him before we came,” the top tells me.  “He has three frozen loads in that hot mancunt.” 
    No wonder his ass feels so great.  I am tapped on the shoulder by a very tall African.  I pull out and let him take a turn—moving up to replace the first top for a cock cleaning.  Another man joins us and tweaks the nipples of the man in the sling.  I let a fifth man take my place in the bottom’s mouth.  I kneel and watch the long, but thin, black dick go into the bottom. When he notices I’m down there, the African pulls out and shoves his cock in my mouth.  “That what you want?”
    I answer by cleaning him thoroughly.  He pulls roughly out of my mouth and plunges back into the dripping, frothing hole.  “Kiss me,” the African instructs.
    I stand up and kiss him, letting him taste the man’s juicy ass on my tongue.  The African groans.  And shoots his first load of the night…
    The original top and I take turn’s felching…
    *
    I drink a long swig from my water bottle to clean my palette.  I head down to the maze.  The crowd has really grown—there must be over 50 people now.  And I want to see if Dolf is in evidence yet.  I move through the twist and turns of the maze.  I notice the glory-hole-for-ass wall is up—though no one is at it yet.  I find a sling hidden in the spaces created by the plastic sheeting.  A man my age is getting railed in it.  I move on to the back corner where I hear a man grunting out his pleasure.  I turn a corner and find the source of the noise.  My hairy legged cocksucker is bent over a block getting fucked.  The top, also in his 20’s, sees me, nods and shows off with how hard he can drill the young man in front of him.  He pulls out, slaps his hand on the hairy butt and leaves.  I sink to my knees and eat the freshly fucked hole.
    “Fuck, it’s you, daddy,” the young man croons.  My ego is stroked that he recognizes my tongue work in his hole.  “I want your cock so bad…”
    I ignore him and continue to tongue fuck him.  Only when I have had enough, do I stand up and sink into him for the first time.
    “Fucccck.”  He croons.  “You are even bigger back there.”
    I slap his up turned cheek and fuck his hairy ass hard.  When I pull out, the boy spins around to clean my cock.  This time we kiss.  He’s good doing this, too.  When we finally break he bends back over the block, reaches behind him and guides my cock back into his hole.
    We fuck a long time.  One man finds us and stops to stroke.  I offer him the hot, hairy ass but he decides to feed his dick to the boy’s mouth.  The kid groans as he suddenly has two cocks in him at once.  It makes me fuck harder to watch his hunger for the other guy.
    I offer his ass once again to the newcomer, but he just smiles and takes off.  I pull out of the boy.  Again he cleans me—totally turned on by his ass juices.  We chat for a moment.  He’s Alexandros.    He pulls me closer and whispers in my ear, over the DJ-ed dance music:  “And I am here for you all night.  Anything you want…”
    I thank him and tell him to go get some loads in his butt–and then find me.  He happily goes off into the maze.
    I go the opposite direction.  I turn a corner and there he is—all six foot four of him.  Dolf.  He has his hand on a young guy’s cock—who pats Dolf’s ass and moves off.  Dolf turns in my direction.  His eyes first go to my wet, swollen dick that can’t possibly fit back in my jock, before his eyes come up to my face.  I smile and nod.
    I see the light bulb go off.  “I know you.  Chicago,”
    I smile.  How could I not be pleased?
    Dolf envelops me in a huge bear hug.  “And you have the perfect cock to get me opened up for tonight…”
    (More to come…)

  23. FelchingPisser
    Lansing—March, 2020
    The top man with who I love to share hole—often at a Michigan campground—wrote me.  Work was getting him down.  Prepping for the pandemic, which he knew would come to Michigan any day now, was exhausting him.  He needed release.  He needed me.  But not to fuck alongside him.  He wanted my dick.  Inside him.  To fuck his hole. 
    This was not altogether new.  We had tried it once before.  BB.  That’s not Bare Back—but Before Blog.  It had been that long ago when I had eaten him out and he had managed to take most of my dick, but not all, and not for long.
    He wanted to try again.  The itch in his hole was constant. 
    So, on a Saturday night at the top of the month, I came up to scratch it…
     
    We are in his basement. His arms are wrapped around my chest.  Tight.  Without a word he kneels.  My jock pouch swells.  I ruffle his iron grey hair and tell him to suck me.  He lingers, inhaling the jockstrap.  This is an exclusively cum marinated jock, as I know he has little interest in piss.  As he stares at the outline of cock under the worn, stained fabric, I glance around the room.  He has curtained off an area for play—cutting off all the unused furniture and storage boxes from view.  There is a sling and a flat fuck table side by side.  Porn plays.  The light is dim—and reddish.  We look hot in jocks and boots.
    He pulls back the fabric.  He takes a long moment to get my cock out.  It brushes his cheek as it uncoils.  He hesitates for a moment then takes me into his mouth.  A third of my dick disappears.  I let him set the tempo of the cocksucking.  For the moment. 
    He comes off it and moves his lips up and down the shaft.  Then he ovals again and takes down half of my prick—enough to hit the back of his throat.  He pauses…and pulls off me.  I guide his head into my balls.  “Lick them.  Don’t suck.  Lick them.  Make ‘em nice and wet.”
    He does as he’s told.  I like giving orders to this ex-military man.    I pull my dick to my stomach so it allows better access for his ravenous tongue.  He gets the hairy orbs good and wet.  When I’m ready, I lower my cock and drill it into his mouth.  This time he takes ¾ of it…with the tiniest gag.  I pull out and thrust into him again.  Just as deep.  He takes it with no problem.
    I fuck his face.  My hands clamp onto the back of his head.  I don’t go as deep—but there is no escape from my pistoning cock.  Five strokes.  Ten.  I stop and let his ragged breath come back to normal.  The moment it does, I fuck his face again.  Ten strokes…the last two a little deeper.  He almost gags, but controls it.  I pat him on the head.  A job well done.
    “Get in the sling.  I need to eat your hole.”
    He does.  I get his ankles into the stirrups.  I lube my cock as I kneel and dive in.  I hear the poppers crack open as my tongue finds his tight pucker.  It’s not tight for long.  Between my insistent barrage of pointed tongue strokes and the poppers, he flowers open.  I change to wide licks of the entire ass crack ending with me spitting directly into his hole.  My tongue drives each gob deep in his chute.  Over and over again.
    “I want…your dick in me…so bad…”  He is lost in his own world of poppers and pleasure. 
    I eat him out a little more, then stand and enter his open hole.  Just my cock head.  It makes a satisfying pop as his ass ring snaps over it.  He grunts, takes a hit and I barely move.  Just the tiniest of thrusts forward.
    I pull out and lick his now open hole.  I spit.  I stand and stick myself into him again.  Maybe two inches of cock.  Again, I barely thrust.  I just keep slowly opening his hole.  Getting him used to having something in there.  He grunts his pleasure—keeping his eyes tightly shut.
    I repeat the process once more.  This time as I push in, I slide in all the way.  I don’t mean to, but his ass is open and welcoming.  I hold, my thick bush grinding against him.  He inhales from the bottle and I begin to fuck.
    “Oh, yeah…fuck…Argh…FUCK!” he groans.  I am doing a very measured, slow fucking of his ass.    I build up speed.  I don’t bottom out with each stroke…maybe he gets the full shaft every third or fourth time.  His cock is erect…but soon the poppers and the clamping down of his ass takes it down.  I reach forward and twist his nipples slightly.  He gasps, but groans his approval. 
    My fuck picks up tempo.  Soon I am giving it to him full throttle.
    Then I slow.  Stop.  I surprise him by eating his well fucked hole…his hole that can’t quite close now.
    I stand up and fuck him hard for a second time.
    I get him out of the sling and we stretch. 
    I bend him over the table, chest to table top.  I kneel behind him and tongue his battered hole.   I taste his juices and my own, unmistakable preucm.  I stand and slip inside again.  He is not comfortable here.  His head and back arch up…and I grab the back of his neck and force him back down to the table.  I drill him deep.  And hard.
    Only then do I let him up.
    We break for water.
    Back in the sling I use a vibrating butt plug on him for variety, fiddling with the controls.
    My dick goes back in, too.  Slow, but soon it's too fast.  Steady to pile driving.
    And that does it.
    He asks me to stop.  His hole has had it.
    We talk—we both want to get off.  What about going to the bathhouse?  Both knowing this could be a last trip for a very long time.
    We clean up a little, get dressed—and get in his truck…
     
    Next time:  Getting off in a familiar ass….
    The original post is here:  [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/09/opening-his-hole-inch-by-inch.html
  24. FelchingPisser

    Whoring Out Don

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Near Home—March, 2020
    Well, I am back to writing up the first of the three encounters I had in March before we locked down.  (I still haven’t figured out how I am breaking the TWELVE WEEKS of no sex, but I’m working on it.)  At the top of March, Don came to my place without his partner Reid.  We thought about just using the sling—but while we talked, we realized that we both wanted to involve others.  We got in my car and headed to the bookstore closest to me. 
    It was a warm spring afternoon.  The parking lot, while not packed, held more cars than I expected.  We went in and paid.  The straight theatre was fairly full.  Men were scattered around the dim room—but no one was doing anything.  I smiled at Don, a veteran bookstore cocksucker.  He grinned and nodded.  I sat in a chair down near the television and unbuttoned my pants…
     
    My cock springs out of my jock.  I am wearing a dirty white pouch that will eventually be sent halfway around the world.  The smell of piss and cum fills my nostrils and makes my cock start to drool.  I have worn it for Don—knowing he loves the heady smell of it.
    The movie is good.  I stroke.  The man across the aisle takes his dick out, too.  He nods to me.  I take my hand away and show him my rampant cock.  He shows me his regulation 6 incher.  I smile—and he gets up.  He kneels between my splayed legs.  He looks at it for a moment, inhaling the jock, before he begins to bob up and down on my dick.  I turn and look over my shoulder to the back wall where I left Don.  He comes closer and sits in the chair the man vacated.  His eyes are large as he watches the guy go to work on my dick. 
    The man is good, but I want more.  I motion for Don to come over.  He stands up.
    “Lick my balls,” I grunt out to my cock sucker.  He goes for the hairy orbs.  I pull Don down to suck my dick.  The two simultaneous mouths feel wonderful.  The man on my balls is not upset at all by my roping in another—he works harder to make me feel good.  Both men are totally into pleasing me orally.  At one point they pause to kiss, before leaving my balls and taking alternate turns on my pre-cumming cock.  Don eventually worms his way under the man on the floor to suck his cock, as the guy sucks me.
    The first guy finally has to get off his knees.  He thanks me and excuses himself.
    Don has all eyes on him now as he sucks my dick.  Another man, younger and hot, has taken the chair across from us and is even stroking.  I make eye contact with him and offer him Don’s mouth.  He holds up his hand, indicating he just wants to watch.  Don takes his cue—and makes a show of loudly slurping on my cock; on taking it so deep it chokes him; of making countless deep groans in the back of his throat when I choose to stand up and face fuck him.
    The sexual temperature of the room is hot and intense.  But no one wants to join us.  They watch—and the cute guy jerks. 
    We finally pause, take a piss break and go into the gay cinema.
    The first thing we see is the nicely hung cute guy getting head.  I can’t see who is on the floor in front of him. I stand beside him and Don goes back down on me.  Now I can see it is a good looking Hispanic young man I have often seen here.  He is sucking for all he’s worth—and stroking his small uncut dick as he gives oral service.
    Suddenly he shoots all over the floor.  He unceremoniously just stops and leaves.  I nudge Don to suck the younger guy.  Now, in the darker room, and having been warmed up by a younger guy, he lets Don take him.  I watch his face.  He obviously is enjoying Don’s skills.  I move behind Don.  I kneel.  He feels what I am doing and moves to a crouching position, never taking his mouth off the hot man.  I pull down his khakis bury my face in his jock framed ass.
    “Eat him out, man,” breathes the cute guy.  “Lick his hole while he sucks my dick.”
    I eat him out, slathering in vast amounts of spittle to make for the coming fuck.
    I stand up.  I slap my hard cock on Don’s upturned ass.
    “Fuck him,” the guy whispers.
    I slide right in.
    “Oh, yeah.  Fuck him raw.”
    I start slowly—but build fast.  My thrusts are helping Don take the dick deeper into his throat.  I pull out to show the guy my dripping cock and push it right back in.
    Don is in spit roast heaven.  He is groaning around the dick in his mouth. 
    I fuck some more and pull out.  “You should take a turn up his ass.”
    “I don’t know…”
    “Do it,” I urge.  “He’s great.”
    Don comes up off his dick and leans against the back of a chair, invitingly.  I want to suck the guy’s dick but I don’t.  The young guy hesitates a millisecond, then walks the few steps to Don’s ass.  He doesn’t fuck him…he falls to his knees and begins eating out the freshly fucked hole.
    “Fuck…I can taste your cock,” he mumbles into Don’s hole.  He is jerking himself as he chows down. 
    I move around and feed my cock to Don.  “Taste your ass, man.  Clean me good.”
    The kid is really jerking now as he drills his tongue deeper and deeper into Don.  And he’s suddenly there.  He stands and fires a massive load all over Don’s butt.   Some pools in the small of Don’s back, while some clings to the hairs of his wet ass crack.
    “Let me push that into him.”  I take the guy’s place.  He stands aside, his cock still dripping, his eyes riveted on my dick as I mop up his seed and fuck it into Don.
    “You are so…nasty.”  But he likes it.  His cock has never gone down.
    “Let me clean you,” pants Don. 
    The guy moves to Don’s mouth as I begin to fuck with his load as lube.
    “So hot…”  And he begins fucking Don’s mouth in time with my strokes in his ass. 
    I build.  He builds. 
    “I’m gonna shoot,” I tell him.
    “Me, too!”
    Mine happens first.  I fire off a good three day load deep into Don.
    Seeing me shoot, makes him cum again.  Don takes every drop.
    I stand still until the guy’s balls are empty—and he is truly shaking from the force of back to back orgasms.
    I kneel and make eye contact with the young man.  My tongue snakes into Don’s wet hole and finds a huge dollop of our mixed loads.  I swallow it down.
    The next one I share with Don in a deep kiss…
     
    I am catching Breeding Zone up on the full posts I have made on the official blog during this odd time. 
     
    The original is here:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/06/whoring-out-don.html  
  25. FelchingPisser

    The Masked Marine

    By FelchingPisser,


    History
    So with Covid--and me being very careful until I could figure out how to play--I didn't  have a lot to write up.  I did some reposts.  I did some equipment closeups of the toys and hardware in my playroom.  And I dipped back into time.   Here's one of those.  And a warning.  I was still using condoms...
     
    Near Home—September. 1997(?)
    As it is Memorial Day here in the United States, I looked for a post about a marine I knew.  This was a hook up that I had long before I was doing the blog, but I thought I had written it up.  I couldn’t find it.  Maybe I had only meant to write it.  Now this was a very early watersports adventure.  Long enough ago that I was a very young 40...
    So here it is…
     
    I am online—on Squirt, the only dating site I know.  I am reading the cruise listing when my email alert sounds.  I click the mailbox open—and go to the profile first.  A man in his early 30’s.  A man with an incredibly built torso.  No face.  I open his message.
    “You like to piss?”
    I tell him I do.  Though I haven’t done it a lot.
    “Come over and find me.”
    I tell him I am about 45 minutes away.
    “You can drink up as you drive.”  He proceeds to give me instructions of how to find his apartment in a big apartment complex.  And his address.  I grab two bottles of water and head out the door. 
    I chug one bottle and sip the second.  It’s a night in late summer—and the sun is only just thinking about setting as I pull into his place.  I see his number on a door on the second floor.  I go up.  It’s ajar and a note is taped to it.  I open it and read before I enter:
    “Bathroom at end of hall—grab the hose.  You know what to do.”
    My cock shifts in my jock—making the front of my 501’s tent.  I go in.  I shut the door and open my fly.  I go down the dark corridor.  I can hear some movement behind the half closed door at the end.  I open it.  He is sitting huddled over in the tub.  Even in this pose, you can tell his body is magnificent.  I can’t see his face for he is wearing a military issue gas mask.  The breathing hose is connected to the filtered mouthpiece.  I pick it up.
    “Here, boy…”
    And I begin pissing down the tube.  Instantly he begins choking.  And gasping as he swallows my piss.  Swallowing and fighting for air.  I can’t stop emptying my bladder.  I piss on and on.  He chokes and wretches.  He writhes and reveals his incredibly hard cock as his body straightens up.  I finally run dry.  With no more coming down the tube, he wrenches off the mask—gasping for breath.  He is handsome—with a big pronounced nose and high cheek bones.  His long surfer hair is damp with piss.  He gasps once more and asks for me to wait in the living room.  I hear the shower turn on as I find his kitchen and the living room beyond.
    He joins me, fast, having just done a quick rinse.  A light bathrobe over his handsome, damp body.
    “Beer?”  he asks.
    I tell him I’d rather have water.
    “Can I add some scotch to it?”
    I nod.  He brings it to me—and we go out on one of those mini balconies that were so popular with apartments built in the 70’s. 
    “You were great,” he says.
    He’s talkative as we sit in two lawn chairs out in the dying sunset.
    He tells me he was in the marines.  He got addicted to piss at boot camp.  He never saw which of his buddies pissed him.  He was always in the gas mask…as they passed the breathing hose from one to another.
    “You can’t breathe when the piss comes that fast.  I didn’t used to want to drink it, but you had to, to try and get air.”
    “Did they fuck you?”
    “A couple of times…but it was the piss humiliation that we both loved.”
    He refills my drink.  And has some scotch himself.  I tell him about the piss party in Chicago—a group I have only just found.
    “I don’t think I care about guys who want to drink it,” he offers.  “That’s crazy.”
    We chat a little more.  We go inside when the mosquitoes find us.  I sit on the end of his bed.  I ask to see his body. 
    “It’s not much…” he says as he slips off the robe.
    It’s magnificent.  Toned, hairy in all the right places.  That Jon Hamm/Robert Mitchum torso—defined by slightly soft.  He is not remotely hard now.
    “Turn around.  Let me see your ass.”
    It is hairy, too.  He even bends, presenting it to me.  I slip to my knees and tongue his hole. 
    He whimpers.  Like a bad boy—being punished.
    I stroke my dick as I eat him out. 
    He reaches back between his legs and finds my cock.  “Shit, no…” he groans.
    I bat his hand away and continue sticking all my spit up his hole.
    I guide him around so he leans against the mattress.  I rip open a Magnum (it’s 10 to 12 years before I go bare again).  I slip it on—with my mouth still plastered to his ass.  I grease it up—and stand.  I poke the latexed covered head at his hole.
    “No…no…”
    I work the head in.  His breathing becomes fast.  He goes from standing and leaning on the bed, to knees up on it in classic doggy.  I push the first four inches into him.
    He moans in pain.  The rest of me slides in.  Now he truly screams.  He falls forward, pulling it out.  He is in tears.  I have triggered something more than stretching his hole.
    “I…can’t do that,” he mumbles.  I know I should be holding him—but I just stand there.
    Eventually he stops and crawls off the bed.  This hot man crawls to where I stand, my cock still encased in latex.  He takes me in his mouth and peels the condom off with his teeth.  It’s not a great blowjob…but it’s not bad.
    “Can you feed me that scotch?   The guys in the barracks had always been drinking, you see…”
    I nod.
    Like a shot he’s off to the bathroom.  I follow.  He is masked and ready. Hunkered down on the cool, damp porcelain.  I grab the breathing tube.
    “I have something for you…” I growl.
    My strong liquor piss begins to pour down the tube.  His breathing becomes labored as he tries to swallow while encased in the mask.  I see his cock erect. 
    And this time he shoots…
    This is a link to the post where there is a little more....[think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-masked-marine.html

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