Jump to content

FelchingPisser

Senior Members
 View Profile  See their activity

  • Posts

    2,123

  • Joined

  • Last visited

 Content Type 

Blog Entries posted by FelchingPisser

  1. FelchingPisser
    This post is a picture post, so it is hard to transfer here. 
    It is step by step of how to make a devil's dick with all that cum you waste as you jerk off.  
    There are pictures.
    There is video.
    Follow this link for all of that:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/making-devils-dick.html
     
     
  2. FelchingPisser

    Fuck Party: Loading Zane

    By FelchingPisser,


    House Party
    Chicago—February, 2020
    The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again.  There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates.  Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings.
    And indeed they did.  The entire house was converted to play areas.  We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed.  The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom.  I helped put protective covers on the furniture in the main living area.  Zane and I made up the bed we’d shared on my first trip—and that I would sleep on that night—after dozens of men had fucked on it.
    I ate a little, stripped to my jock and boots before going up to the attic room where I had played with Zane earlier in the month.  I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes while the hosts cleaned up and out.  I may have truly fallen asleep, for the next thing I was aware of was feeling Zane nuzzle the mound of cock in my grungy Fukdto jock…
     
    He stops, and looks up at me as I open my eyes.  Zane, still in jeans and a tee, grins and goes back to licking the piss and cum stained fabric.  Now I can begin to smell it—as he reactivates the dried juices.  He slides up and over me to deliver a kiss—the acrid taste of myself and countless others on his tongue.
    “I thought I might find you up here,” he whispers in my ear.
    I hear noises downstairs.  Guests must be arriving.  Zane kisses me again and goes back down to suck my cock.
    “You know,” I tell him, “we should be doing this in public downstairs.”
    “Yup—let’s go make them hard.”
    I follow him down to the kitchen.  Men are everywhere.  I’m likely the oldest of the group.  And the only one all but naked.  Everyone is having a cocktail, fully dressed.  Zane leads me into the kitchen and kneels by the stove.  Everyone has to pass us to get to the bar—and get an eyeful of my engorged dick now in Zane’s mouth.  A number of the men chuckle or give me a thumbs up as they pass.  Two different men stop and ask to take a turn—so Zane comes up to kiss me or lick my pits as the new guy works on my dick.
    A cute blond of maybe 30 is the first to strip down.  He is the third guest on my dick.  This time Zane indicates he needs to help out at the bar—so I am left with the blond.
    Eventually he comes up for air.  “Please tell me you fuck?”
    I nod. 
    We agree to go down to the basement play area.  It’s cold—the heat is just beginning to take the edge off the temperature down there.  He kneels by the huge bed and continues to get my cock wet.   I tell him to kneel on the bed.  He does—and I devour his downy haired ass.  He groans and tells me to “get his pig hole wet.”   I surprise him with the vigor of my tongue fucking.
    Other men come down the stairs.  Both slings are now being used.  I stand up and slap my drooling dick slit down his crack.  It’s work to get into him, but I do.  I fuck—but in moments the boy apologizes and tells me he is just not ready for a cock my size.  “Please find me later.”  I leave him sprawled on the bed, ass up and ready for someone smaller.
    I go upstairs.  Everyone is now naked or in fetish gear.  I refill my water bottle and head all the way up.  The bed I was napping on is now a seething mass of mostly naked bodies.  Men are fucking, sucking and rimming.  The sling up here is full too, and ringed with men jerking to the action.  There have to be at least 50 men in this house—and maybe more.
    I join the dog pile on the bed by sticking my cock in a bear’s mouth as a hot youngster is fucking him. The top nods to me saying, “Feed him that cock—and then come fuck him.”  We flip around.  I am thrilled the bottom loves ass to mouth.  I fuck—and then feed him his ass juices on my dick.  I come around to fuck once more.  “Stick it up me this time,” mumbles the top—so I do.  I stand and let him fuck the bear and himself on me.
    I go down a floor and eat freshly fucked ass on the guest room bed.  There is a bottom on each of the four sides…all in doggy.  One top is rotating through them all.  I follow by first eating out the man he just fucked and giving him a few strokes with my cock, too.  I love that the first man we both fucked is now so hard he is making the rounds with us, fucking the other bottoms…
    *
    An hour later, I find Zane on my fuck bench.  A beefy bear is plowing him.  I go over and feed him my cock, the dick that has been in so many asses I’ve lost count.  He slurps me noisily and gladly.  I notice the top working his own mammoth nipples.  I lean over and take one in my mouth.  I lightly chew on his distended flesh.  And it works.  He loads Zane with much puffing and a strangled cry at the back of his throat.
    I move around and clean his cock—saving all the juices to share with Zane.  The bear stands and watches us kiss and swap the cum and ass juice back and forth.  He is stroking his still hard cock as I move to felch some of his load out of Zane.  I share this feast with Zane, too.
    I stand up to fuck.  The top watches me, cock in hand, sink into Zane’s sloppy hole.  I begin churning the remains of his load.  “I’m gonna shoot again!”  I pull out and he sticks his cock into Zane just before it goes off. 
    Again I clean him and share, felch and share and fuck.   This time Zane cleans the creamy cum off my dick and kisses the top so he can taste his own cum.
    “You like to eat ass?”  he asks me.
    I nod.
    “Do mine.”  I agree, but tell him I would rather use my rimseat.  Zane smiles—and gets back on the bench as another man comes over to use him.
    The Bear and I go upstairs.  I am the first of this crowd to get under my rimseat.  The top who just gave Zane two loads sits.  His ass is hairy and huge and blacks out my vision.  I push and prod my way into his tight hole.  I hear him crack open some poppers.  He huffs—and his hole flowers open.  I lick and spit and prod him with my tongue.  His cock is still hard.  (Bless Trimix!)  He strokes it.
    Soon he has a cock in his mouth as I rim his butt.  And someone else’s mouth is on my wet cock  The man on my cock stops sucking and sits on it.  He rides me expertly.  The top stands to feed the guy his dick.  And I see it is the Blond from the start of the evening who is straddling me.  With two dicks in him, he suddenly blasts a jet of cum all over my stomach.
    Reluctantly he gets off me, thanking me for a great ride.  I taste his load.
    “Use that to fuck me.”
    It’s the top who I was just eating out speaking.  I coat my cock with jizz and stand up.  He leans against the bureau.  Between my tongue, the poppers and the cum on my dick, I slide right into what was twenty minutes ago a super tight hole.  He can’t take me for long, but I fuck at full strength. 
    “I’m gonna shoot…”
    I pull out and kneel.  He turns and coats my face and chest with his third load…
    *
    I fuck.
    I rim.
    I don’t suck much cock, except to clean it.
    I even have a lovely fisting moment late in the evening with a man I’ve known for years.
    It’s after midnight now—and we started at 8pm.  Zane and I are working the sling in the upper area.  Men are here, looking for a hole to get off in and go home.  I constantly stop fucking and rimmng Zane to let some guy use him to drop his last load of the night.
    Zane’s hole is incredibly creamy now.  Three friends find each other on the stairs—and see what I’m doing with Zane.  Cocks come out.  One after the other the three men stick their bigger than average black cocks in Zane and nut.  They all watch each other cream—and me begin to eat their loads.
    “Look at that fucker go…”  One of them presses on the back of my head, pushing my face into the creampied hole.  He holds me there as I lick and swallow.  I couldn’t pull away…if I’d wanted to.
    They leave.  I stand up.  My cock is throbbing.  We both know it’s time.  I sink into his over flowing hole.   I lean down and drizzle some of their cum into his open mouth. 
    I bend closer.  “How many?”  I whisper into his ear.  “How many loads tonight?”
    He shrugs.  “Twelve…??  Fifteen…??”
    I smile and fuck him harder.
    His eyes lock on mine.  “But I haven’t gotten the one I want…”
    It’s my cue.  I begin to shoot up his sperm drenched hole…
     
    Follow the link to see the original post and the reactions:  [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/05/blog-post.html
  3. FelchingPisser
    Lansing—February, 2020
     
    (This picks up right where the last post left off…)
     
    As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I roll over and grab my sock.  My toes are still very wet.  There is a roll of paper towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of sheets.  As I sit and dry my foot, a series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt for cock or ass.
    Once fully dressed again, I go out looking myself.  All the gloryholes seem to be in use—at least the doors are still shut.  In the straight screening area there is a blow job happening—and older man servicing a cute college kid.  The sling is empty.  I continue back to the big screen gay area. 
    Six men are standing behind the couch.  Two are stroking erect dicks.  They are watching a threeway suck fest on the couch—and perhaps surprisingly—one of participants is a woman.  At least I think she is, but it may not be so.  I don’t need to join this scene so I go back to sling.  Sure enough, a man comes to see if I’m fucking someone.  When he sees   I am just stroking to the porn across the way he goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth.   The man is likely my age, much shorter and a little stocky.  Getting to his knees is an issue, but his mouth is heaven.  He knows just how to suck me.  Slow.  Wet.  Sensual.  Reveling in the act of sucking cock, not trying to get me off in a minute so he can move on to another.  He only stops when his knees give out.   I offer to return the favor, but he has no need of my skills.
    *****
    The threeway has dissolved on the couch in the gay area.  But one of the watchers and strokers is still there, now stroking to the old and tired porn.  He waves me over.  I go.  I kneel and suck his cock.  It’s a nice cut seven incher.  I work on his head, shaft and then his balls.  This gets the biggest sigh of pleasure from him.
    After five minutes or so he leans forward.  He catches sight of my cock.  He pulls me up and gives me head.  While not bad, he is nowhere near as good as what I just had.
    We continue to go back and forth, sucking each other and neither trying for orgasm.  Just enjoying the feel of mouth on cock…
    *****
    I am back next to the padded table where I had my foot sucked.  A handsome man, tall, thick and with muscles showing through his tight t-shirt, comes in.  He is at least six foot, Black, maybe 45 and has a very large wedding ring on his left hand that keeps catching the little light there is in this room.  He moves to the other side of the table.
    Silence.
    “You suck, right?”
    I nod.
    “I saw you earlier on here.”  He points to the table between us.  “You want mine?”
    “Sure.”  I stand up.
    “Not here,” he whispers fiercely.  “Come on.”
    I follow him to the booths.  He can’t get into any of them.  So he leads me to the bathroom.  There is no door here, just a curtain.  I hope that will make him feel secure enough.
    “Now, suck this thing.”
    I go to my knees. 
    He unzips. He pulls out a true beer can cock.  It’s not long but incredibly thick.  On my first try, I just get his head in my mouth.  I will my jaw to open and it works.  I take most of him in me.  I hear him grunt. 
    And then the sound of a girl moaning. I glance up.  He has his phone out—holding it above my face, but he not filming me—he’s watching straight porn as the fag sucks him off.
    For a moment I’m put off—and then I find it kind of hot.  I stretch my jaw open and take a little more of him.  He likes this.  He is even able to slightly thrust his cock into me.
    I can’t do much but be wide and wet.  My tongue works the underside of his shaft. 
    The girl on his phone screams out her climax.  It’s his trigger.  He shoots into my mouth.  Rope after rope of thick, viscous cum.  He pulls out of my mouth abruptly.  A large dollop goes in my beard.  He tries to move away from me, but my tongue snakes out to clean him up.
    “Well, shit….” He mumbles.  He likes this after all.  Has no one ever done this part to him?  He stands willingly now, for me to clean up every drop.
    “That was great,” he says and tucks the phone into his back pocket.  I give his cock more lick to get the final white pearl emerging from the big, black slit…
     
    (One more installment to cum…)
    As always, for the original post, copy the link:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/kink-at-bookstore-hours-two-and-three.html
  4. FelchingPisser

    Kink At the Bookstore: Hour 1

    By FelchingPisser,


    Bookstore
    Lansing—February, 2020
    Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month.  By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event.  I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore.  I was there for just under five hours.
     
    I arrive right after lunch.  The parking lot is nicely full.  I am buzzed into the dark playland of slings, fuck tables and glory holed booths.  I piss and lock my coat in a locker.  I glance into the big screen gay area.  It is empty save for one man jerking to grainy condomed porn.  I continue to explore.  The three screened straight area has at least half a dozen men, cocks out and stroking to the different films.  I see the upper half of tall black man behind a high backed couch.  He is holding someone’s leg.  I can only guess he is plowing a hole.  I make eye contact with him, smile and continue on my way.
    The GH booths, which now have doors instead of curtains, are packed.  All are shut up and you can hear sex happening behind them.  I go into the farthest and smallest room, where I always jerk to the bi-sexual porn to wake my cock up.  I sit—and see the newest room, a darkish room with booths that are wide open.  I let my cock stand up with the porn—and then go into the dark room.  There is tall business type in a suit leaning against the wall with the ubiquitous cell phone.  He taps it off as I lean against the wall opposite him.  My cock is tucked behind the pouch of my jock, but dangling out the side.  The man can’t take his eyes off it. 
    I look at him and cup my balls.
    His hand dances over the mound beneath his suit pants.
    I take out my cock.  I look right at him and slowly run my fist from wet head down the sticky shaft to my swollen balls.
    He unzips.  It takes some work to get it out from tight underwear, but he bares a regulation six-incher with a lot of foreskin.
    I stroke.
    He works the skin off his cock head.
    Neither of us will make the first move.
    We stroke.  And stare.
    Fuck it.  I step towards him. 
    That’s all it takes—he comes right to me.  He bends and takes me in his mouth.  It’s a horrible angle—but I let him suck me.  He’s not going to kneel on this floor in that well tailored suit.
    He pulls off me.  “Shit…”
    I know he’s going to blow a load.  I sink to my knees and manage to get it all in my mouth.  I have to swallow fast.  He cums with the foreskin tight around his cock head.  My tongue pokes in and he winces, retreating to the other side of the room to mop up.  I thank him for the load.  He grunts some appreciative noises.
    I go back and sit in the bisexual area.  I stroke.  Balancing my water bottle on the padded fuck table to my right.
    The tall Black guy I saw when I came in enters.  He sits on the other side of the fuck table.  Then stands to open his pants.  He’s a good looking guy—anywhere between 30 and 45--tall and lean.  A very long, slender cock plops out of boxer briefs.  He sits and we stroke.
    He breaks the silence… “Do you like your feet licked?”
    “Sometimes.”
    “That’s what gets me going.”  He pauses.  “And you have big feet.”
    It suddenly twigs—when I walked in he wasn’t holding that leg up for a fuck but to lick.
    “I do,” I say, agreeing with him.
    “Take those boots off and let me suck your toes.   You can suck my dick while I do it.”
    I think for a second.  Why not?  I take off my boots and the sock of my right foot as instructed.  The pants have to come off, too.  I slip the left boot back on and lie down on the table.  He stands by the side and hoists my naked leg in the air.  His wide mouth engulfs all my toes and over the ball of my foot.  His tongue is velvety and loving.  My cock drools at this different kind of body stimulation.  I turn my head slightly towards him—and there is his hard cock—right in my face.  I have to move only a fraction of an inch to suck him as he goes to town on my foot.  His cock is long—but not too thick—which is perfect, for soon he is fucking my face.  And I can take him all the way down.
    With my foot, he is now servicing each toe individually—sucking them like they were precious little cocks.  It never tickles.  He knows the pressure to apply to make it incredibly sensual.  Now as much of my foot is in his mouth as he can take.  Only then does his hand run down my bare ass crack.  But it’s an accident.  A mere brush with his fingers.  He has no interest in my ass at all.
    He pulls my foot out of his mouth.  He is panting.  And the speed of his mouth fucking is picking up.  I pull off his dick and go for his sweaty balls.  I can’t believe how fragrant they are from his sexual exertions. 
    “Yessss…” he hisses and dives back onto my foot.  He is all but gagging on it now.  I find his cock head and get it to my mouth just in time.
    He explodes. 
    A big creamy load.  He keeps all five toes in his mouth until his cock starts to wilt between my lips.  I lick him clean and he gently, almost reverently, lays my leg back down on the padded table.
    “Thank you, thank you!” he enthuses as he does up his fly.  “Give me half an hour and I’ll do your other foot.”
    Off he goes, leaving me lying half naked on the fuck table, my cock dripping, my foot sopping wet and a dollop of his cum in my beard.
     
    End of the first hour.  Lots more to cum…
  5. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—February, 2020
    The weekend after I came home from my wonderful Chicago meet with Zane, I was ready to play again.  A good thing too, for it was the monthly group sex meet to the north of me. Don and Reid, the couple who has gone from Don’t Ask/Don’t Tell hook ups to playing together as a couple, had heard me talk about this group.  They hoped I might get them invited.  So I wrote the host—including the magic words:  “And the top has a bigger cock than I do.”
    We got the invite.
    Since we knew we’d stay the night, we got two hotel rooms.  I met them at the hotel.  We had time to rest and clean up.  And at the appointed hour, taking the rimseat, off we went…
     
    It’s snowing.  Not horribly, but just enough that I think some of the men won’t make the drive.  We go in.  Three men are already naked and fucking.  Right where we sit to strip.  It is a leather-ish couple I know from here.  I can’t see who they have sandwiched between them from where I am sitting to remove my jeans.  Then the man in the bottom’s mouth moves—and I can see.  It’s Matt, the centerpiece of last month’s party.  He reaches out and pulls the guy, by the dick, back into his mouth.
    Reid can’t take his eyes off Matt.  He’s everything Reid loves: 25 years younger, lithe, thin, good looking and not Caucasian.  Reid is already naked and moves closer to the bent over Matt.  As the man in Matt’s mouth rotates to fuck Matt’s ass, Reid is grabbed by that thick fucking cock and pulled into the action.  Matt gobbles down Reid—and chokes slightly.  This makes me get hard as I put on my jock.
    Reid holds Matt’s head and fucks his face.  And, moments later, is slowly entering the young man’s ass.  I watch Matt’s face. He’s actually struggling to take Reid.  But in almost instantly his ass gives way—and Reid is fucking. 
    Maybe eight minutes have elapsed since we walked in the door.
    I take Don upstairs.  I get him on his knees and give him my cock to suck.  Others follow us up the stairs.  I push Don’s head over to the next man.  Soon he is circled by seven of us.  He goes from cock to cock.  One bottom crawl’s on all fours and squirms around to suck Don’s cock as Don takes on the group.
    We splinter fast enough.  Men get on the bed to get fucked—one doggy and one on his back.  Two versatile men plow them—and then switch partners.  I get Don on the bed, doggy, and eat out his hole.  He groans, deep in the back of his throat. 
    I spit on my cock and slowly enter him.  I bottom out just as Matt and Reid come upstairs and join the group on the bed.  There are eight of us there now.  All happily rutting the hole nearest to us. 
    The four men on the bed stay in place—and the men fucking move around to try out a new hole.  Don always licks his new top’s cock to taste the hole of man who had just been fucked.  He has gotten to his pig place very fast.
    I finally get to Matt—still on all fours.  I slap his well fucked ass and slide in.  He moans—but he has no issues taking me after taking five other cocks.  I lean across his back and whisper:  “Let me know when you get a load.  I want to fuck in it.”  This makes his ass tighten down on my cock, squeezing me in agreement.
    ******
    I am under the rimseat.  I am eating Don.  He has been fucked by five or six of the ten men here tonight.  There is no load in his butt, but the constant work out has made his ass cream thick and plentiful.  I sit and slurp it out—reaming my pointed tongue deep into his guts.
    Someone spits on my cock and sits on it.  I have no idea who is riding me.  The man is athletic and is slamming himself down on my dick.  He gets off me when his knees get tired.
    And another man sits on it.  It’s a wetter ass.  I reach down and touch his hips.  I am pretty sure from the feel of the jockstrap that it is Matt.  Not that I care.  I concentrate on Don’s butt above me and  ontinue to tongue fuck him.
    Don leans forward.  Matt slows the fuck.  I hear them kiss.  Matt’s ass stroke changes to grinding into me.
    “Let’s switch,” Don says just loud enough for me to hear.
    I lie still as Don and Matt get up.  Soon my sight is blacked out with a slimmer butt—and a much wetter one.  Matt has a load.  He groans as it slips out of his ass and onto my tongue…
    ******
    I am still lying under the seat, catching my breath.  A series of men stop by, none for very long.  I eat out a well fucked hole.  I eat out two top men who never take dick, but seem to love my tongue up them.  I rim an old friend who has topped all night—but with my licking his hole, I know he will flip to become a hole whore. 
    And he does.  He goes from the seat to my dick.
    And then to every guy who still has a hard on.  And finally to Reid—who fucks him until he explodes all over himself…
    *****
    It’s late and time to cum.  I have fucked every man who wants me and licked the hole and the cocks of the other two tops.
    Reid is fucking Matt again. 
    “Cum in him,” Don tells his partner.  “Breed that hole.”
    It’s all it takes for Reid to explode.
    Reid pulls out and takes his overly sensitive dick to Matt to clean.  Don leans down and tastes his man’s load in Matt’s butt.  In one swift move, he sticks his cock into Matt and explodes.  He pistons a few more strokes to mix the cum.  Don pulls out and I clean his dick, as Reid is still in Matt’s mouth.  It’s my turn.  I plunge into the combined loads and fuck a few strokes until I add mine.  I churn the three together before I pull out.
    Don cleans me.  I pull Matt to the edge of the bed, where Don is kneeling.  Cum is leaking out of Matt’s ass.  I kneel next to Don.  We take turn sticking our tongues into the creampied hole before kissing each other…
     
    This entry is complete here on Breeding Zone.  Here is a link to an entry I am not transfering to here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/on-tracks-pissing-from-vault.html
  6. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—February, 2020
    Braydon is the young cub who I met and bred at the bookstore last fall.  He was so much fun I suggested he come to the playroom the next day to be fucked by both Don and Reid.  (Those exploits are here and here.)  Braydon wanted another meet right after that—but I was off to Indiana to work until the end of the year.
    Once home, we tried again.  He had a new job, so he had a much fuller schedule and I had all that business travel to Memphis.  We finally aligned our schedules toward the end of February.  We wanted to use the playroom—but Michigan hit a cold snap and I could not get the temperature up in the second story of my drafty Victorian home to where either of us would be comfortable naked.  We decided to go back to the bookstore.  It was a Friday afternoon—and both of us kind of hoped other men would want to join us…
     
    There are quite a few cars in the lot.   I go in, pay, piss and go into the straight cinema.  At the front of the theatre, a man and woman are ringed by all the other men in the place.  She is bouncing on his dick—and is occasionally instructed to suck one of the bystanders.  I don’t see my bearded cub amongst this group.  I pass a clean shaven guy in the doorway who smiles at me.  Wait…that’s Braydon.  He has cut the bushy beard off for his new employers.  We go into the gay cinema.  He does not even want to be in the same room as the girl.
    We catch up a little—for there is no one there.  We won’t disturb anyone with our talking.  But soon enough he is on his knees, between my splayed legs, unbuttoning my Army issue pants.
    “I’ve missed this,” he says, hefting my thickening cock.
    He sucks my cock to life.  He has it drooling onto his tongue in no time.  I move his head down to my balls.  I jerk as he licks them, leaving the hairy orbs sopping wet.
    The door opens. A guy in his 40’s stands to the side and watches us.  He unzips when we make no move to stop.  He strokes a pretty average sized dick.
    “Here.”  I gesture for him to come closer.  He does.  I hunker down in the chair a little, grab his cock and guide it into my mouth.  He gasps but lets me blow him as his eyes never leave Braydon sucking me.  Braydon grins and makes a show of it:  pulling off so the guy can see the full length, teasing the piss slit with his tongue to make me precum, licking it up and swallowing when I do.
    I move down to the guy’s much bigger balls and give a slight pull on Braydon’s shoulder.  He knows what I want.  He come up and sucks the guy as I give the guy’s balls the same treatment Braydon gave mine.
    It’s too much for him.  “I’m going to cum.”  But he pulls away and splatters all over the floor.  He won’t let either of us lick him clean either.  So instead I tell Braydon to get naked so I can eat his ass.  In no time, he is in nothing but athletic socks and bent over a chair.  The spent guy watches me kneel behind Braydon’s ass and stick my tongue into it.  Fuck.  He’s warm and moist.  I get so caught up in the rimming, I don’t hear the guy leave, but when I stand up to fuck, he’s gone.
    I sink into Braydon’s wet hole.  Full length in one slow push.  His hole flowers open—so ready to receive me.  “Fuck, I love your dick…” he mumbles.
    I begin to fuck.  I don’t even pause as the door opens.  Another mid 40’s man enters.  He sits in a chair even with us.  He takes his dick out as I drool some spit on my cock, where it lands with a soft splat.  I fuck it into Braydon. 
    I look over at the new guy.  His cock is bigger than the other man—and very red.  Braydon has seen it too.  He begins making slightly louder grunts and groans.  He keeps glancing at the guy.
    I look over at the stroker.  “Give him what he wants.”
    It takes a moment for him to decide.  He watches me slap Braydon’s ass and pick up the pace of the fuck—and then he’s on his feet.  He brings his dick to Braydon’s mouth.
    “That’s it.  Spit roast him.” 
    I watch the guy’s face.  It’s obvious Braydon is doing a good job.  I am fucking Braydon hard enough that I am pushing him onto the guy’s engorged dick. 
    “Do you want a turn on his ass?”
    He grins.  “I would…but…Shit!”  And he begins filling Braydon’s mouth with his cum.  He stands stock still and I can see the four spurts his dick makes mirrored on his face.  Braydon cleans up every drop on his cock before he releases the man’s balls.  The man steps back, spent. 
    Braydon pulls off me, turns and drools some of the man’s cum on my dick.  “Now fuck that into me.” 
    I grin and do it.  The cub has just taken a page from my playbook.  I drill my cum splattered cock into him as deeply as I can.
    “That is so hot,” the spent guy whispers.  He steps closer to watch his seed disappear into the cub.  Eventually, he zips up and leaves.  Braydon instantly spins around and clean my cock.  And we kiss.
    I eat his ass again—now flavored with the guy’s seed and my precum.  I lick and swallow and spit.
    Braydon rides my dick as I sit back in the chair.  I love the wet sound we make, each time I spear up into him.
    But Braydon wants me to be in control.   He gets up and bends back over the chair saying, “I should get out of here, but not without your cum.”
    I eat his butt again.  Just enough to get me on the edge.
    I push into his hairy hole and fuck my load into him. A week’s worth of jizz blasts out.  I stroke until his hole looks frothy— with my cum hanging on the hairs around his ass.  Only then do I pull out and let Braydon clean my dick…
     
    To follow the links in the intro to my other exploits with Braydon, copy and paste:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/spit-roasting-braydon.html
  7. FelchingPisser
    Chicago—February, 2020
    I met Zane last May at the Cum Union during IML.  Here is a snippet from that post about that meet:
    Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf.  I go over.  He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole.  He is dripping with load.  I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him.
    “Can you taste how busy I’ve been?”  he asks.
    I grunt something affirmative and drill him with my tongue.  This time I swallow.
    “Eat my used cunt…”
    I spit a dollop of cum back onto his stretched pucker.  I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck that cum deeper.”
    As much as he’s been fucked tonight, my cock is still a momentary challenge for him.  But he takes it—and in seconds, his hole is open and swallowing every inch I can shove into him.  I fuck him hard, occasionally giving him a stinging slap on the ass.
    I pull out.  My cock is coated with other people’s cum.  “Clean it up,” I tell him.  The man turns and ravenously swallows me down.  My cock emerges spit shined to slide back up his hungry ass.
    I fuck him until a Black dude wants up him.  I look again—it’s my buddy from Indy.  I gladly give him a turn up this slick hole.  I stick my newly covered dick back into the pig’s mouth.
    We rotate ass to mouth a few times around. 
    Then I fuck my buddy as he is fucking the pig.
    We all break.  I stick around and talk to the pig.  He looks like the American version of my Canadian FB, Franklin.  We chat and he tells me he hosts a house party every few months in Chicago.  I give him my particulars…
    We kept in contact on one of the hook up sites.  Then by text.  At the top of the year he told me he would have the house to himself the week I left Memphis.  Could I stop by on my way home?  I could.  And did.  And stayed the night.
     
    It’s a big Victorian house, surrounded by new construction in one of the gay-ish neighborhoods of Chicago.  I find it easily.  Zane comes out to the car and helps me carry in the rimseat—that I had packed just for this meet.
    We chat.  We get to know each other, sitting in the living room.  I also meet the dogs.  Zane is maybe 5’8’, thin, in his late 20’s, bearded and hairy.  He’d rather be naked as our couch sitting becomes couch cuddling and soon couch fondling.  His shirt is off and his pit smushed into my face.  I inhale.  The boy hasn’t showered since early morning.  My cock, still buried in jeans and underwear, plumps and strains the fabric.  I lick his pit clean.  We kiss again.  It’s electric.  The pheromones turn up the heat for both of us.  He pull off my sweatshirt, then unbuttons my shirt.  He pauses to just inhale me.  The look on his face says it all.
    “So…good…” he moans, pulling the garment off me.  It’s his turn to lick my pits.  And kiss me.  Damn, he’s a good kisser.  I suck his tongue clean of every drop of my heady smell.  He goes to lick the other one and we kiss again.
    Only then does he unbutton my pants to get at my cock.  He kneels on the carpet and gives me great head.  He does my balls too, without me needing to suggest it, leaving them sopping wet.   He starts to go down my taint, moaning louder as he approaches my ass.  I pull him up and off me and into another kiss.  When we finally come out of it, he dives back between my legs.  But it’s really awkward to get my legs up, still encased in denim.
     “Let’s leave it for the bed.” 
    He reluctantly agrees.  He stands and I lean forward to suck his drooling prick.  It fits easily into my mouth so I can do all the tricks I know with my tongue.  He sighs—and almost imperceptibly—begins a slight pump into my mouth.  Soon he is deep throating himself on every stroke.  And I don’t gag at all.
    We kiss. 
    I want to eat his ass, but he goes off to clean up.  I fill my water bottle and go up to the third floor, what was once the maid’s quarters, and set up the rimseat.  There is a low double bed up there and a sling on a stand.  Once I’m done I lie down on the bed.  It’s not been a long drive from the motel to here, but through snow—so I am tense and tired from the long conference.  I don’t sleep—but just drift nicely. 
    Zane finds me.  He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my cock again.  He does my balls and this time keeps going down, pushing my legs high into the air.  He feasts on my hole and makes all sorts of soft grunts and groans to tell me how much he loves rimming me.  My cock is swinging above my head…and drooling onto my face.  He notices and up he comes to kiss me, sharing the flavor of my hole and now my precum.
    We lick each other’s pits again—simultaneously—his lithe body on top of me.  We kiss.  Deep and long.  And go for the other pit.  And kiss.  And lick.  And kiss again.
    Eventually I suggest the sling.
    I need his ass in my face.  And I get it.  I take it from soap and water clean to sweaty and spit covered.  Not just the thickly haired crack, but all over the thin globes of furry ass flesh. 
    I fuck him for the first time in 9 months.  Long and slow.  Tons of ass to mouth for him.  And me kissing him once he’s cleaned my cock. 
    He gets me and in the sling.  Blindfolds me and eats my ass again.  The point of his tongue drills into me, going deeper than almost anyone I know but Derrick.  “I so want to fuck you,” he murmurs, “but I’ll be good.”
    Then it’s my turn to eat his freshly fucked hole.  I choose the rimseat. He loves it when I tell him to ride my cock whenever he chooses and then to come sit back on the seat.  He does just that.  He rides me until his ass is pumping out ass jizz like crazy—and he comes off my dick to feed it to me.  And to lift the lid and kiss me, so he can taste it too.
    I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  It’s a little low for tall me to stand—so it’s a shorter fuck with me needing to kneel behind him on all fours.  I pummel his butt, stretching him with my swollen cock.  Eventually, he rolls out of the fuck and pushes me down.  He goes around behind me and eats my ass again—with me on all fours.
    “I need to piss,” I tell him.  We consider going to the shower…but we go to the sling.  He gets in it.  I stand by his head and give him one short piss blast in the mouth, which he swallows hungrily.  I move around and give another, slightly longer, piss shot to his ass crack.  I kneel and lick him clean.  I am now rock hard.
    I stand up and fuck into him.  I fuck him relentlessly.  The chains groan as we rock the sling.
    I stand stock still.  And wait.
    “Are you...pissing in me?...Fuck!”
    His ass is filling.  Fast.  I begin to fuck again.  Some sloshes out on the towel covering the tarp below.  The rest I must fuck up into his second hole.  For there is little left when he tries to feed me a moment later.
    Zane manages one piss squirt out of his puffy hole into my mouth.  I swallow hungrily.  I am ready to cum.  I stand up and in moments coat his insides with my load.  I stay in him, marinating.  It takes about three jerks with his hand to cover his hairy chest with a very white load.  I scoop up some of it, coat my cock and fuck it into him.  The rest I lick up and take it to his mouth for another kiss…
    We sleep side by side.  Something I don’t do much anymore.  But neither of us want to be anywhere else…
     
    This is the entire post.  For links to the full CumUnion post where I first met Zane, go here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/tongue-pits-and-ass-two-scent-pigs-rut.html
  8. FelchingPisser
    Memphis, TN—February, 2020
    My annual trip to Memphis arrived at the top of month.  Once again I drove and opted to do it in two days.  The first day coincided with a snow storm.  It waited until the last hour, but it made me crawl over fast filling roads to the motel.  I had chosen the town for it had a bookstore I hoped to play in—well, the weather made sure that was not going to happen. 
    The snow tapered down in the night and roads were plowed by the morning.  I waited until the sun rose and headed, slowly, on to Memphis.  Within an hour I had driven out of the winter weather and into warmer climes.  I arrived in Memphis in plenty of time to give me a late afternoon/early evening at the bookstore I had found here a few years ago. 
    And I was horned.  I had held off on any play since my trip home from seeing the Professor and Seamus.  Being snowbound the night before had led to some furious jacking to porn.  But not all the way to release.  I wasn’t about to waste my seed.
    I changed into my old clothes and took off.  I parked and walked in.  This year, the attendant told me my admission, the same cheap price I’d always paid, included both the theatre (with its dark back area) and the arcade (where I’d never played.)  I thanked him and went down the dimly lit hallway…
     
    It’s dark in the theatre, but I can see there aren’t many men around.  There are two in the back row.  They seem very attentive to the screen.  I sit in the row in front of them.  I am over by the side wall.  They can both see me undo my trousers.  My cock emerges, fully hard and ready for some service.  I can see one of the guys.  I know he’s watching me, but as soon as he catches me looking, he makes a show of  looking back at the screen.
    I decide to explore the dark room off to the side.  It’s empty.  There is a platform which I didn’t remember filling up a good portion of the space.  It is the right height to either bend over or lay on.  I go out.  The crowd of two has thinned to one.  I go off to explore the arcade.
    There is no corridor of doors.  It’s a room with random booths—which have no doors to shut.  Anyone can wander by and see you.  I like this.  At least two booths are paired and have a glory hole between them.  I watch a little porn. 
    It is louder in here.  And there are more guys around.  Many seem to know each other and are chatting about this and that—but not playing.  A selection of men walk by, but no one is lured in to give me some head.
    I wonder if I need to find a more out of the way booth—this gloryholed one is very central.  I go out and find the one farthest from the main entrance.  I sit and stroke.  Almost immediately I hear noise near my door.  I wait.
    I see the cock before I see the man.  It is huge.  The shaft is bigger than my wrist.  A pearl of cum is oozing from the slit—looking brilliantly white against his ebony skin.  The man is dressed in jeans and a leather jacket.  He’s in his 40’s and looking very serious.  He reaches down and strokes my cock.  His hands are rough and calloused, but he knows to not squeeze too tight.  I reach for him.
    “Put your mouth on it,” he hisses.  It’s a stretch.  But I get the head inside.  He gently fucks an inch or two of his dick into my face.  I pull off to get a real breath of air.  He reaches down and his hand slides down inside my pants.  There is enough shirt tail so he doesn’t get to finger my hole.  I tell him I’m a top.  He straightens up and lets me suck him a little more, but he seems to have lost interest.
    Another guy comes in.   He watches for 15 seconds or so before moving in and all but pushing me out of the way.  “Let me…”  I get up, do up the fly of my pants and take off for the theatre.
    I sit in the back row—all to myself now.  I watch the movie.  The two men who I saw first in the back row emerge from the dark area—obviously having just gotten each other off.  I go see if there is anyone else back there.  There is a man on his knees.  He nods at me and my cock falls out of my fly.  I let him suck me.
    There is a commotion out in the theatre.  The man gets up and scurries away.  I look out the door.  A woman is undressing, shoving jeans into a bag.  No, it’s a trans man.  He is down to hose and a leotard with a sort of sweater dress making a very short mini skirt.  I have seen a gym built body—but it is much more about the long blond hair, full makeup and spike heels.  She sashays towards me as if she owns the dark area.  I step out so she can sail through the door.  She perches on the platform.
    “I’m here for dick,” he says in a high baritone.
    And guys are coming in from the arcade.  Suddenly three men join us.  She kneels and takes turns on all of them.
    I go back to the arcade.  I don’t need to share lipstick smeared cock.  Or get it smeared on mine.
    The booth I was in with the gloryhole is busy.  An older Latino is kneading his pants as I walk by.  I go to the other side.  He hears me and stick through a hot cock.  It’s my size but with copious foreskin—and a downward curve.
    I go to me knees.  He groans as I take him into my mouth.  The curve is perfect for my throat.  I stroke as I suck.
    “Hey, let me do that.” 
    It’s the same guy who co-opted the other cock I was sucking.  I ignore him.  But he won’t go.  I don’t care if he wants to watch, but he won’t shut up.  He tells me he’d do a better job.  To let him at it.  To get up.  To let him suck it.
    I tell him to move on.  But he stays.
    He finally walks in and pulls on my shoulder.  Pulling me off the cock.
    I have had enough.   I stand up slowly and leave.  He looks for about five seconds as if he’s afraid I’ll slug him.  I want to say something incredibly cutting, but I can’t find the words.  I walk out and back to the theatre.  I head to the back area.
    Men have been fucking her now.    She is lying on the platform, legs in the air, pantyhose ripped for access.  One man is in her mouth, the second holds her legs.  The third is doing up his pants.
    “Fuck this whore” says the guy on her legs.
    What the fuck?  I undo my fly. I slap her ass with my raw dick.  I prod her hole.
    The cock comes out of her mouth.  “Condoms only,” she chirps.
    I leave. 
    Defeated.
     
    This entry is just a reminder that we all have those days...for more:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/bad-behavior-at-bookstore.html
  9. FelchingPisser
    Rural Kentucky—February, 2020
    Sometimes after great sex I am totally sated.  Sometimes great sex merely flips a switch and makes me want more.  I was sated as I hit the road home to Michigan after fucking Seamus and breeding the Professor.  However as the miles slipped by, I kept playing over the scenes from the night before.  I became aroused.  By the middle of Kentucky, I pulled off the highway and took the exit to an adult bookstore. 
    This place is, I think, the only business which has survived in a large mall that otherwise sits empty.  But being one of the few places of its kind in this area, it seems to thrive.  It’s expensive, but the owners know the men will pay.  I told myself I would go in only if there were at least seven cars in the lot.  I rounded the back of the complex and found three times that number of vehicles.
    Your one admission takes you into a large area.  There are booths—a few with gloryholes.  I found the holes too low for my tall frame.  I was more interested in playing in public anyway.  There is a big screen TV room with straight porn, and another, down a very dark hallway, with gay porn.
     
    I walk in.  Men are milling in the arcade.  I walk up and down the corridor of open doors.  No one is actually doing anything.  I turn and go into the straight room.  Here there are about five men sitting in the maze of old couches.  I am pretty sure one guy is stroking, but it is really hard to tell with the lack of light.  I sit for a moment.  The video is horrid.  I move, carefully, through the dark hallway to the gay theatre.  No one is here…but I pass three men in the ball, all hovering to see who will be brave enough to go in first.
    I sit in the darkest corner, against the back wall.  But there is room beside the couch for a man to stand.  I am sure this must be the cocksucker’s seat.  I take out my dick.  The movie is not good—almost soft, romantic porn.
    As soon as I erect, a man from the hallway is standing beside me.  He doesn’t want my dick.  He might not even be able to see it.  He wants a mouth for a hard, stubby cock.  I can’t see him.  But I suck him. 
    He moans as my tongue works his cock head.  He gets off easily.  And I swallow.  He loves that and pats me on the head.
    Another man from the hallway comes in. 
    “Swallow my load, too,” he whispers.  He whips out a regulation six-incher.  Three minutes later I swallow his load as instructed.
    The third guy from the hall has edged in during this second suck.  He strokes the biggest dick of the three as I swallow the second guy.  He pushes into my mouth as soon as the other guy steps back.  A good thing, for he instantly explodes.  He pats me too, before zipping up.
    I have just gotten three loads in less than eleven minutes.
    My eyes adjust.  It takes another eleven before anyone else finds me.  It’s the longest suck so far…but less than five minutes.
    A very girly young man sits down next to me.  He slides to the floor and crawls between my spread legs.  He sucks my cock, and not very well.
    A man comes in.  “There’s a guy who needs you,” he whispers in my ear.  I recognize the voice as belonging to the first guy I blew.  He plucks at my jacket, trying to pull me up.
    I excuse myself from the guy on the floor and follow.   We go to the straight theatre, but we come in the door by the television which illuminates the men watching.  A hot daddy, grey haired, and lined from the sun is wearing hunting camos and stroking to the porn.  The guy I blew sits next to him.  His hand disappears into the man’s shirt.  I kneel between his legs.  He takes his hand away and presents me with a cock that is my size—maybe a trifle thinner, for I can take it down my throat without cutting off my air.
    “Suck him,” the guy I blew hisses.
    I do my best.  The man groans.  “He’s good.”   His hand finds my ear and caresses it.  Soon it’s on the top of my head and pushing me down on his cock.
    “I’m gonna blow,” he announces.  To the whole room—his voice is so loud.
    And he does.  He gives me the biggest mouthful of the afternoon.
    “And he swallows,” the first guy crows.
    *
    I spend the next 15 minutes with a really good cock sucker.  He is a young Hispanic, cute and dedicated.  I will myself to give him my load so I can hit the road to home, but I can’t make myself cum in his mouth.  And his ass is not on offer.
    I cruise the booths again.  There is little happening there.  Through a gloryhole I watch two guys in the next booth do mutual masturbation.  Be still my heart…
    I go back into the gay theatre.  It’s erupted into sex.  A tall, lanky guy is lying on his stomach, stark naked sucking a biker guy.  Another man, thirtyish and kind of chunky, is rimming the naked butt. 
    I sit near them and watch.  And stroke.  A very young Black kid sits next to me—his eyes glued to the trio.
    The chunky guy rears back and brings his cock up to the naked guy’s ass.  We all watch him enter the bottom rather roughly.  This makes the guy getting the blow job cum.  The naked guy takes his load and tries to clean the biker’s cock after he pulls it out of his mouth, but the biker won’t have it.
    The naked guy lies absolutely still as he is fucked.  We watch the top pull out, give his dick a few strokes and plunge it back into the accommodating ass.  A few more strokes and the top guy shoots.   He lets the bottom clean his cock before he pulls up his sweats and takes off.
    The naked bottom spies me.  He comes over and starts sucking on my cock.  The Black guy next to me jerks harder.  I reach down and stick a finger in the sucker’s slick asshole.  He moans around my cock.
    “Suck him,” I tell the bottom, nodding to my couch mate, “while I fuck you.”  He crawls over and takes the fat cock next to me.  I push his legs apart and mount him.  My cock slides through the cum in his ass letting me in easily.  I want to get off and go.  The Kid on the couch is watching me fuck as he gets blown.
    “You gonna fuck him, too?” I ask.
    He nods.
    “Then I need to load his ass for you…”
    The words do it.  I am on the edge.  I fuck harder and harder into the cumdump.  I shoot and let myself marinate in his wet hole.
    In the time it takes me to wipe my dick clean, the Kid has mixed his load with the other two…
     
    No jump to finish it this time.  But there is always more to read at:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com
  10. FelchingPisser
    Nashville—January, 2020
     
    The Professor wrote me.  He was excited to tell me he had been talking to pornster Seamus O’Reilly to set up a meeting.  Another meeting, actually.  The Professor had flip fucked with the gorgeous ginger lad a couple of times.  And now the Professor thought he would like to include me—would I consider coming south?
    How could I say no?  I went as far as Indy the day before.  I stayed at the bathhouse with limited evening traffic.  There were two other men there.  We had the shortest oral threeway possible as the Asian gentleman had no stamina and gave me a load in my mouth in moments—and the Caucasian, who had been sucking me, had a boyfriend waiting for him at home.  I slept fitfully, thinking about the next day.
    I drove into the Professor’s driveway a shade early—but he was ready for me.  We moved his bed so I could set up the sling next to it.  The rimseat was set up at the foot of the bed.  We even had time for a nap before Seamus arrived, right on time, at eight o’clock.
     
    He looks just like his pictures.  That pale skin.  The ginger hair.  The gorgeous, intricate tats.  And he’s funny.  I like him instantly.  We don’t waste time.  We strip down to jocks.  I keep my boots on, of course.  Seamus is a good deal shorter than I am, but his cock is every bit as big.  He is hard and ready the moments his t-shirt hits the floor.
    The three of us face each other.  We kiss—first one and then another.  Seamus is on his knees first.  He works on the Professor.  I slap the back of his neck with my hard, drooling cock.  Soon enough his mouth is on me.  He takes me deep and leaves me gasping as he goes back to the Professor’s throbbing dick.
    We each take a turn on our knees.  Swapping dicks and spit.  When the Professor is sucking Seamus, I get behind the young man and stick my tongue in his ass crack.  I am rewarded with a groan as he leans on the Professor’s shoulders and lets me eat him out.
    We move to the bed.  The Professor is ready to get fucked.  I eat his hole now as Seamus feeds him dick.  I get him good and wet.  I slide in slowly.  I don’t have to let him adjust for long.  He loves a big cock—and he has a matched pair tonight.  I fuck him hard, giving his ass cheeks an occasional smack.
    Seamus comes around to watch and stroke.  I tell him to take a turn.  I pull out and he bends to taste my cock.  I smirk at him and promise to do the same to him.  He fucks the Professor hard and long.  I kneel and watch that beautiful dick split the Professor in two.  Then I move around and lick Seamus’ ass on the backstroke.  It’s hard to capture the moving target—so I stand up and poke my big head into his ass.  We train for a moment—with Seamus doing all the movement—into the Professor and back onto me.
    *
    We move to the sling.  The Professor is shared by the two us first.  Back and forth.  We show off a little for each other as we fuck.  The Professor’s eyes are glued to the mirror above him—watching those huge cocks take turns on him.
    But then the Professor wants to watch me fuck Seamus.  He sits on the bed as I get Seamus into the sling.  Now I can really feast on his hole.  I get it sopping wet for my cock.  I rear up and fuck him hard.
    The Professor comes closer. to watch me railing him.  He takes a turn, too.  And he shoots in him.  He sighs, sits for a moment while I fuck his load deeper into Seamus.  The Professor may have shot, but his hole is still hungry.  We do another round of taking turns on him on the bed.
    “Let’s do the rimseat.” 
    I lie down.  I suggest Seamus bounce on my cock while I eat out the Professor’s juicy fuck hole.  It is a sweet moment.  I can only feel Seamus, as my world is blacked out by the luscious, thoroughly fucked ass on the Professor above me.  I work my tongue into him, thinking about the loads he will soon be taking.  Seamus pauses for a moment.  [The Professor tells me later, that Seamus kisses him in ‘one of the most passionate, salacious kisses’ he’s ever gotten.]
    The Professor finally gets up.  Seamus, reading me easily, knows I want to taste his freshly fucked ass.  He sits down and I crane up into another delicious hole.  His hole is now dripping with ass jizz.  I can’t get enough…
    *
    There is a brief water break.
    I mention I would love the guys side by side.  I want to go back and forth between their holes.  They are enthusiastic.  They get on the edge of the bed, both on all fours.  I think they may be kissing as I rim first one and then the other.  I stand up and fuck the Professor first.  My left hand fingers play around Seamus’ hole. 
    I switch...
     
    There is a more.  And pictures of Seamus that he allowed me to use:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/seamus-and-professor.html
  11. FelchingPisser
    My Playroom—January, 2020
    I got a message from a man I’d met at the bareback group that meets to the north of me.  We had played a little during the four hours of sex up there—but it was mostly his being fascinated with sucking my cock.  I couldn’t remember fucking him.
    And that I can’t remember if I slid into Henry’s beautiful butt or not is slightly odd as he’s one of the handsomest men I know.  He is just under six foot tall, gym worked out, in his early 40’s but doesn’t show it, and with a leading man’s chiseled features.  He’s hot.  And he wrote me he wanted my dick in his ass.
    We arranged a date. 
    I was sure this was too good to actually happen.  He lived quite a distance away.  I really thought he’d back out—but he didn’t and was right on time on my porch.  He was a man on a mission—we wasted no time and got right to stripping off our clothes in the playroom…
     
    He looks even better than I remember.  His cock lengthens as he looks at the bulge in my once white jock.  I lean against the fuck bench and invite him to suck me.  He kneels on the padded floor.  His tongue flicks under the material of the pouch.  He pulls it back and is whacked in the face with my uncoiling dick.  He sucks the head. He takes the full length a couple of times.  And comes up for air.
    Today is about his ass, it seems.
    “Let me get up there.”
    I stand and Henry gets onto the bench.  His glorious ass is pointing right at me.  I kneel.  My tongue connects.  It’s like an electric shock hits him.  He jumps and gasps—and then grinds his ass back onto my face.  My tongue opens up his tight pucker.  I pull out and spit onto the hole I have just speared.  I spit again and drill both gobs deep into his guts.
    I hear the poppers open.  He mumbles “Fuck…” and “Yes…” along with other low babble I can’t distinguish.  I pull his perfectly formed ass apart with my hands to get in deeper.
    I am ready to fuck.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his butt.
    “Slow…” he cautions.
    I work the head in as he does poppers.  I stop.  Or try to.  But his ass just sucks me in.  I am in to the hilt in one long glide.  He groans out the word “…full…”  He is.  And he’s tight, but a good tight, not a painful tight.  I fuck slowly and deliberately.  Finally I pull out.  I take my cock to his mouth.  Will he suck me straight out of his ass?
    Henry hesitates…but he does it.  Halfway into his mouth he realizes how good his ass tastes on my dick.  His oral becomes more than just dutiful.  He willingly takes every inch he can swallow.
    I fuck some more.
    “Can we move to the sling?” he asks.
    Sure.  I help him in and stirrup his ankles.  I eat him again as he zones out on poppers.
    I fuck his wet, tight hole.  Henry’s hands are all over his nipples, so I pull out and grab my nipple forceps.  I bend over and wet the right nipple and clamp it.  Then the left.  He loves this.
    I fuck him hard and long this time. 
    I tell him to be ready, the forceps are coming off.  As the blood races back into the nipple, they give him that delicious, deep ache.  He groans.  I eat his hole again after the second one is off.  I fuck a little more.  But I know I want his ass in my face.
    “I want you to sit on the rimseat.”  This is new for him.  I get under and Henry sits gingerly down.  Once he feels my tongue there is no hesitation.  He grinds his ass down on my mouth.  My tongue goes deeper than ever into him. 
    I lick and nip and spit.
    I turn my head to the side so I can talk.  “Ride my cock for a little, then sit here again. 
    Henry stands.  He straddles my hips and sits on my cock.  It’s a not such a tight fit now.  He huffs—and begins to bounce. 
    And he explodes all over me.
    What the…??
    He is instantly off my dick and standing, apologizing.
    “Can I keep fucking?”
    But it’s a no.  He’s too sensitive.
    “I can get off eating your ass.  Get in the sling.”
    He’s not unwilling, but I think he’d rather be on the road.
    I lick his hole and beat my cock.  Hard.  I’ll be damned if I am not putting my seed in this beautiful man’s hole.  I am on the point of explosion.  I stand up.  His ass lips are just puffy enough they can take my cock head inside without my pushing. Much.
    I shallow cream his hole.  I lick up any escaping seed.
    He is dressed and gone quickly. 
    Less than an hour.
    Damn.
     
    Afterword:  I just got online to double check the height listed on his profile.  He’s no longer on BBRT.  Or has blocked me.  H’mmm…..
     
    No jump to the site this time to finish the post, but as you sit bored at home--there are over 1000 entries on the home site:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/
  12. FelchingPisser
    Lansing—January, 2020
    Finally the day came to meet with the Fluid Pig.  We had agreed to meet in the half bookstore/half bathhouse venue.  I went a little early.  I wanted to see if I could collect any other loads, to put up his super hungry hole.
    The place is now even larger.  There are areas, usually with couches, for watching straight, gay and trans videos.  There are now two slings, a new room of open booths for sucking and a new bondage table.  There are still gloryholed booths with doors, a cage and all sorts of dark corners to play in…
     
    The parking lot is jammed.  The cashier tells me “It’s happy hour for your cock.”  I’ve hit a two hour special discount afternoon.  I am happy to pocket the extra money.  I stow my coat in a locker.  I make the circuit.  Lots of men.  All ages and types.  Maybe so many men no one is settling down to play.  I stay in the small room that used to show bisexual videos.  Today it’s three men on a girl.  I sit in the chair I usually use and unbutton.  There is a new padded platform next to me.  Next to the screen is the door to the new, slightly darker room with open cubicles for sucking.
    I stroke.
    A man sucks my cock…but not for long.  He is sure something better/bigger/younger/uncut must be here and hurries back into the milling crowd.
    I stroke.  I watch a daddy go into the dark area.  He stays.
    Soon another goes in.
    I follow.  We stand and look each other up and down—all three of us leaning against a different wall.  Fuck it.  I kneel.  Hard cocks are out and take turns in my mouth.  The one I’m not sucking, slaps the back of my neck.  Once we try for both dicks at once.  I choke.  They love it. 
    One man is close, the other not so much.  I take the load. They both zip up and thank me.  I take a new condom out of the foil and spit the load into it.  It’s not huge, but nice and viscous.
    I play orally a little more—both sucking and getting sucked.  I turn down one offer to fuck, as I want to save that for the Fluid Pig.
    He arrives soon enough, a little later than he thought—but with a load in his ass.  We walk around—the Fluid Pig is impressed with the play space.  He sucks me in a very public area.  Men stop the milling and watch—but no one joins us. 
    Finally I can’t stand it.  I need to taste his ass.  And fuck it.  We use the sling in the corner, the one that has a low wall in front of it that men can come around and join us—or watch from the other side.  He strips down and hops in.  I lick his hole.  The kid that fucked him blew it fast he tells me—and not that deep.  My tongue finds it easily. 
    I slurp some, loudly, out of his ass.  I spit it back on his slightly open hole, my hands pulling his cheeks apart.  I stand up and fuck it back into him.
    “I have more.”  I tell him about the two daddies I sucked on—and the one who gave me the load.  Balding, a little pudgy, but a nice cock.  I pull out the condom and drool the contents onto my cock.  I fuck it into him.
    “Turn in inside out and stick it in me.  That’s way to use rubbers on me.”
    I do just that.  I finger fuck him, my finger inside the latex, rubbing any jizz off the condom and into his ass.  I toss it into the wastebasket and slide my dick into him.  His hole is incredibly wet and juicy.  I fuck him.  Noisily.  Two men are drawn in by the sound and watch us from over the wall.  I pull out of his ass and bring my cum covered cock to his mouth.  “Clean me up.”  I tell him.  “I have more.”
    It is cold enough outside that I have the 4 frozen loads from last week in the trunk of my car.  I go get them.  Once I’m back in, I show him the bulging condom.
    PIC
    I peel away the latex and press the frozen nugget of cum to his now slightly puffy ass lips.  He gasps at the cold, but his ass hungrily accepts it.  I poke it up his chute with my finger—and then with my hard cock.  I love the feeling of the cold against the tip of my dick.  His ass is so hot the cum is already melting and covering both of us.  I tell him about the Blond, the hot hat guy and the big dick.  “The first was this micro dicked guy—somebody you would never let fuck you—but you have his load anyway.”
    This makes the Fluid Pig erect.  He strokes himself vigorously. 
    A mid-40’s guy comes around the low wall.  He works the Fluid Pig’s nipples as I fuck.  He pulls out his cock and strokes himself as he rubs and tweaks.  I pull out and kneel.  I felch the melting loads oozing out of the Fluid Pig’s gape.  The guy sticks his dick near me.  I move from felching to sucking his cock. 
    He stands stock still as I suck.  Silently, the guy gives me a load.  I clean him up and reverse felch it into the Fluid Pig.  I stand up and churn the loads in him as the guy leaves.
    A bud I call the Tall One on here comes in.  He’s read my BBRT quick connect about what I was doing today.
    “You wanna fuck him?”
    He does.  All 6’4” of him.  I have the Fluid Pig clean my cock as I squeeze his nipples.  The Tall One fucks with great concentration. 
    I spell him after a bit.  He is cleaned by the Fluid Pig, too.  He goes back up him when I pull out.  This time he loads him.  Silently.  Without a word.  But I can tell.  I can really tell after he leaves and I kneel to felch again.  I clean up any cum that is escaping, and fuck the rest deeper.
    We take a break.  See what we can find on our own.  The Fluid Pig finds a couple and takes them into one of the booths with a door.  I let a cute college kid suck my dick, but don’t do much else.  The crowd in thinning.
    When the happy Fluid Pig emerges, he tells me he had one in his mouth and one in ass.  We go back to the sling.  We both agree we should wind this up.  Back we go to the sling.
    I taste the fresh load in his butt.  My cock begins to drip.  I am so ready.  I push into his cummy ass.  It feels amazing with all the loads being churned deep in his guts.  I fuck long strokes.  Strokes that make my hips slap his butt.  Hard.
    I take a hit of poppers.  That’s it.  I explode.  My load spits out and mingles with all the other DNA deep inside the Fluid Pig…
    This is the whole post.  If you want to see pictures of the Fluid Pig's hot ass, follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/loading-fluid-pig.html
  13. FelchingPisser
    Northwestern Indiana—January, 2020
    So I got the plumped up condom from the last post home, tied off with a knot.  I taped it to a card and wrote the date on it and the number of loads.  I opened the computer and jotted a few things down about the sperm donors so I could whisper them into the Fluid Pigs ear as I loaded him.  But that was the middle of next week. 
    I had a full weekend of play first—both sessions I will touch on here.  I have thought for the five weeks since I did it, how to write up the Sunday fisting session.  This was with a ginger haired friend of long standing.  And it really was all about opening his hole with my hands.  My dick got involved very briefly only at the top of the play. 
    When I concentrate on just fisting, my erection goes away as I become so engrossed in what I am doing in his ass.  I know that exclusive fisting is not what most of my readers read me for, so I will simply say it was a long afternoon session (before he served me a delicious chicken soup that was simmering on the stove.)  My hands and toys gave him a great stretch and a number of internal orgasms.  I didn’t get off and that was just fine, for I had shot the day before with an orgasm that racked my body. 
    So—Saturday.
    Don and Reid, the couple opening their relationship, wanted to meet in a public play space.   We chose the bookstore that is a cinema on one side of the lobby and a gloryholed arcade on the other as it is sort of halfway between our two homes.   I got there first…
     
    I am stroking in the cinema.  A really hot bisexual movie is playing.   A very timid Middle Eastern man comes in.  He continually steals glances at my dick, even though he is engrossed by the movie.  He occasionally adjusts his pants around his growing cock, but he never unzips.
    He leaves—and moments later the guys come in.  We greet each other with hugs…and Don goes to his knees.  My cock is out, so he starts there, giving me excellent head.  Reid unzips and I cup his balls as his cock grows to full size.   I move Don over to his partner and let him take as much as he able down his throat.  It is so damn thick.  I go to my knees and lick the balls I had been gently squeezing.
    Don pulls off Reid’s cock and, using his tongue, pushes it towards me.  We spend the next five minutes going back and forth licking and sucking every inch of that mammoth beauty.  The juicy head, the full balls, and finally just the shaft—one mouth on each side of it, going back and forth.
    I have to get off my knees and stand.  Don dives for my dick and I stroke Reid’s wet shaft.
    The curtain opens.  I can’t believe it.  Coming in is Ryan, the one-time blogger of Spreading My Legs.  He grins at me and gets his dick out.  He seems to recognize the guys.  I push Don’s head over to Ryan.
    “Get his dick hard.”
    He takes Ryan to the root and begins working his talented tongue on him.  I hunker down, giving my knees a break and suck on Reid.  Soon it is an oral free for all.  Reid lets everyone suck him as the three of us do him or each other.  We pump each other’s mouths.  We lick balls and cocks—and eventually I turn Don around and stick my tongue up his ass.  This makes Ryan stoop sucking on Reid so he can watch. 
    I get Don’s hole nice and wet before I say “You need to taste this…” knowing just how much Ryan loves to eat ass.  He dives in.  Reid and I stroke, watching Don hold on to the low wall and grind his ass back into Ryan’s face.
    I also make Ryan get my dick wet again.  With Ryan still on his knees, I fuck Don.   Ryan only stands up when he wants to get into Don, too.  I give way and let him fuck Don’s ass.  Reid smirks and calls his boy a slut, never stopping the stroking of his cock as he watches his boy be used.
    Soon it is his turn.  He fucks Don—showing him no mercy.  I am busy cleaning Ryan’s cock, tasting of Don’s hot ass.
    We break and go to the arcade side.  We scatter, Reid following a cute boy into a booth.  When I come out from taking a piss, Don finds me.  “Follow me.”  He leads me to the back booth.  We both go in.  He taps the wall.  A thick cock comes through it.  “Suck it—I have.”
    I go to my knees and suck the disembodied cock.  I miss not being able to hold onto his nuts, but I do like not having a clue as to what the guy looks like.
    I come up for air.  Don goes to the hole.  “Fuck me over here.”
    And the guy is at our door in no time.  He’s cute, 30-something, and kind of beefy.  It’s a tight fit in the booth for three, but we make it work.  He drops his pants and I tell him to fuck Don—the only stipulation is that I get to clean his cock when he’s done.
    “You mean…I get to fuck him bare?”
    I nod.  Don, pants around his ankles, bends and holds onto the wall, jutting his full ass toward us.  The kid spits on his dick and plows into him...
     
    For lots more cum, felching and breeding follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/03/you-meani-get-to-fuck-him-bare.html
  14. FelchingPisser
    Near Home—January, 2020
    I was rather pleased.  From not seeing him since CLAW in 2019, the Fluid Pig wrote me and wanted to meet.  I knew he’d like other players—and that is incredibly hard in my area—so he jumped at the idea of meeting up in Lansing at the half bookstore/half bathhouse.  We scheduled it for when he would be in Michigan during the next week.
    This got me to thinking about a time when I’d loaded him with cum I had orally collected from the bookstore.  (One of the most notorious posts--and has a huge following.)  So that weekend I decided to see what I could harvest…
     
    I am in the gay theatre.  A huge man around my age is sitting opposite.  He is kneading himself through his trousers.  I, of course, have mine out and am stroking.  He gets up to leave—or so I think.  Instead he kneels in front of me.  It’s quite a process for him to get down to the tiled floor.  I have a split second moment of “Do I want this…?” but then his mouth is on me.  It’s velvet.  He gives me absolutely fantastic head.  It’s incredibly wet and soft in his mouth.  And he swallows all the precum he can get out of me.  If there was ever a sexual ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ moment, this is it.
    He’s finally winded.  I assure him it was great—that it just takes forever to get me off.  I help him up.  Well, hell—we had a voyeur and I didn’t even know it, sitting watching it all from the back.  He comes and kneels in front of me the moment the door closes behind the big guy and I sit back down.  He is hot—and at least 20 years younger—and built from what I can see under his winter coat.  But his skills—well, enthusiastic is all I can say after the expertise of the first man.  This new guy wants the load—and the moment he realizes I’m still not giving it up, he gets bored and leaves.
    I stroke.  I am pretty sure neither of those guys are going to cum in my mouth to be saved for the Fluid Pig’s ass.
    The door opens.  A young Black guy who I’ve never seen enters.  He sits across from me and eyes my cock, not the screen.  He unzips and pulls out a decent sized dick.  We stroke.  Now we are both eyeing each other not the video.  He gets up.  He stands in front of me and I take him into my mouth.  This will be perfect, I think.  He allows me to suck him for about 17 seconds before he kneels and sucks me.  He works his jeans off his butt as he strokes and sucks.  It’s a beauty—full and hairy.
    “Fuck me with this dick.”
    “Get it good and wet.”
    He does. 
    Soon he rises and leans on the back of the chair where he was sitting.  I move behind him.  I go to kneel and rim his gorgeous ass, but he grabs my dick and guides it into his open hole.  His ass lips are puffy—he’s been fucked in the arcade.  I can tell I am not opening him up.  I don’t think he’s loaded, but his hole is open and ready for me.
    I fuck—fist slow and shallow building to hard and deep.  He strokes himself, panting and mumbling the words “fuck…raw…big…cum…” over and over again.
    I realize he’s about to shoot.  He’s going to waste his jizz all over the floor.  My hand goes around to catch what I can.  Instantly he fires.  His ass clenches down on me and he shoots a huge load in my palm.  He pulls off me—as if my cock is on fire.  He barely does up his pants before he runs out the door. 
    I have a hand full of cum.  And I haven’t opened the condom to keep store the loads.  I shrug, lick it up and smear the remains on my cock.
    I open an old condom as I sit back down and keep it ready in the pocket of the old Army shirt I am wearing.  I stroke.  The kid’s cum feels great on my dick.  Now I really want to get to work on why I am here…
    A middle aged man comes in and sits.  He chooses the chair across from me.  He opens his fly—but I can barely see a dick.  He lets me suck his micro dick—little more than just the head.  But he cums a fair amount.  I hold it in my mouth until he leaves.  I spit it into the condom.  #1.
    A man older than me comes in.  He has a cock almost my size and enjoys showing it off.  I kneel before him and suck.  I keep sucking as three more men enter.  One is a really young kid who goes down on a guy in a cap.  The third, a 40-ish Blond, sits next to us to watch me suck and stroke.
    I get the big cock off.  A smaller load, but saved by my turning away and acting like I have a coughing fit as I spit the cum into the condom.  #2.
    The blond hasn’t moved.  I suck him off.  Barely any work at all.  #3.
    I watch the guy in the hat and the college kid in the back corner by the door.  I see the hat guy pat him on the shoulder and put his cock away.  Damn.   The kid got the load.  I turn around to the screen as the kid leaves.
    “You want this?”  Hat Guy is right beside me, unzipped and rampant.
    I go to my knees and take the big, wet cock in my mouth.  He sighs.  Satisfied.
    “That kid is hungry, but not a good cocksucker…”
    In moments, I have a huge load in my mouth.  #4
    I thank him with my mouth full, so rather unintelligibly.  He lingers—so I go ahead and spit it into the condom.
    Hat Guy raises his eyebrows. 
    “To show my boyfriend,” I say, not quite ready to tell him I’m going to freeze the mixed loads, push them into the Fluid Pig’s hole and fuck him until they melt.
    I linger awhile myself.  I would like to get off.  Or get one more load. 
    A grungy guy in his 40’s comes.  He sucks me for awhile—telling me how good my dick tastes.  Can he tell it’s flavored in cum?  He’s a decent cocksucker, but my orgasm still recedes.  He pulls off me.  “You have any piss?”
    Now that I can do.
    He drags me behind the door.  My dick rests in his mouth.  I take a swig from my water bottle and the piss starts to flow.  He catches it all and beats his cock as I unload…
     
    I went home, labeled, and got the condom into the freezer.
    This is the whole post--but you should make the jump to see the pictures of the full condom before it went into the freezer and follow a link to the first time I loaded him with the cum of random men:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/another-cum-harvest.html
  15. FelchingPisser
    West Michigan—January, 2020
    I took a little time off after the group in Grand Rapids.  I did a quick head count of the number of men I had stuck my dick into at Fukdto, the bathhouse, the hotel party and the house party.  It was time for my yearly HIV test anyway, so I had the clinic do the entire battery of tests to make sure I wasn’t bringing anything home.  My dick thanked me for a little time off.  The moment that I got the all clear, I was off to see Derrick and Jacob.
    I had really missed them.  With my two months of working in Indiana, then the trip east for Christmas and the extended stay in Toronto, it had been a long time since we last saw each other.  All three of us were more than ready.  It became a leatherish Sunday afternoon fuck and fist fest…
     
    I am in my chaps, boots and harness, sitting on the couch in the upstairs study.  Derrick is in the same.  He sits next to me and idly squeezes the mounded pouch of my clean yellow jock.  He works it out as we watch the pictures of hot leather men flash by on his mammoth flat screen.  Jacob arrives in chaps and barefoot.  He kneels in front of us. 
    “He’s been working on his cocksucking skills,” Derrick murmurs in my ear.  The life-like dildos have been helping his gag reflex, I’m told.  He demonstrates on my now hard dick.  He is indeed getting there.  He asks me about how I move my tongue when I suck.  I demonstrate on him, constantly letting it move around his shaft, his PA, the underside of his cock head.  I have him do it to me.
    “Feel this…”  I move him over to Derrick, who nods his approval.  I go around behind Jacob and eat his ass as he sucks his partner.  I poke my cock head into his hairy butt hole for just a moment.  Not deep.  Just to say hello.  He groans and picks up the speed on Derrick’s dick.  I sink into him.  I fuck him.  Gently.  Once I hold his head down on Derrick, cutting off his wind.  He comes up—a mass of deep spittle— and delighted.
    “Let’s go down to the sling.”
    We all agree with Derrick.  Down we go.  It is warm—they have turned the space heater on for me.  Jacob is first in the sling.  I am kneeling to eat out the hole I just fucked.  I hear Derrick puttering above me.  When I stand up I see Derrick has added wrist restraints to the boy.  They are fastened together above his head.  He is blindfolded.  Nipple clamps are making his nips look swollen. 
    I begin to fuck.  When Jacob groans once too often, Derrick adds a ball gag.  The sight of Jacob so heavily restrained makes me fuck him harder.  I fuck him until I’m winded.  But then I just stand still and pull the whole sling back and forth to keep impaling him with my engorged dick.
    Derrick fucks Jacob, too, as I pull on the nipple clamps.
    Soon enough the Elbow Grease is cracked open. I smear some on my left hand as I return to regular fucking.  Seamlessly, I pull out my dick and let my fingers slide in.  Two, then three.  Soon it’s four with a rotating movement.   I add some lube and my entire left hand slips into him. 
    Derrick removes the gag—we want the boy to guide me.
    It takes a little longer, but soon the right hand goes up him.  Then back and forth.  Now it’s the left hand and four fingers from the right.  The most I’ve ever gotten into him.
    “So…full…” Jacob mutters at one point.
    I use a few toys to alternate with my hands.  With one shaped like a tentacle, I add my cock into his stretched manhole.
    My left goes back in.
    “I have to piss,” Jacob writhes.  “Let me up.”
    I just bend over, keeping my hand in place, deep inside him.  My mouth takes his soft cock into my mouth.  I worm my hand a little deeper and the piss begins to flow.  Jacob pants---not believing the amount of sensation he is feeling…
    *
    Derrick is in the sling now.  I eat his hole for a long time.  He begins jacking his dick as Jacob covers his nose and open mouth with his sweaty pit.  That is my cue to stand up and give him a hard fucking.  I slip the tentacle into place, never taking my cock out of his ass.  It tightens down the hole and feels delicious against my moving penis.
    I bend over and suck his cock, still pumping into him.
    I eat him out again…while I grease up my hands.  I stand up.  Left fingers.  Right fingers.  Back and forth.  Just the 4 on each hand.  Then the left fist.  Now the right.
    At this point, my left is going in very easily.  I grab my cock and guide it in.  It slips right down my wrist and into his hole.  The combination fills him completely. 
    “He’s jerking off in your hole…” Jacob whispers into his partner’s ear.
    Derrick speeds up his jacking.  I speed up fucking my cock through my fingers buried in his ass.
    I pull out.  I begin to work my right in…but there is some blood.  A little redder than the traditional pinking.
    Derrick knows just what to do.  He sends Jacob upstairs for a couple of ice cubes.  I insert them…and in seconds there is no blood at all.  Not even pink.  We slip in a third, just because I like how cold it makes his ass.  And now my dick in his ass, feeling the melting of the ice under the head of it.
    The melting ice is turning the Elbow Grease to a watery glaze.  It pours out of his ass on the back stroke.  Of course I stop and bury my face in his butt.  I love it.  I fuck some more.
    I bury a fist and add four fingers from the other hand.  Reverse it.
    And Derrick’s had his limit.
    Jacob hops back into the sling.
    “I really want to cum with your cock in me,” he announces.
    “Then jerk as I fuck.”
    He does.  It doesn’t take long.  He coats his hairy belly and chest.  I scoop it up and cover my cock with his thick load. 
    He’s a good boy—he lets me keep fuckng, even though he’s done.  He’s super slick now…and I just keep on plowing…
     
    No link to the conclusion this time, but feel free to look at over 1000 entries:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/
  16. FelchingPisser
    Grand Rapids—January, 2020
    I got home easily, if slightly tired, after my repeated late nights in Canada and the lengthy drive.  I rested up for a day—and headed north on the weekend.  Saturday was the monthly meeting of the bareback orgy group. I remembered to toss the rimseat in the car as requested.
    I was among the first there.  I set it up in the bedroom, now converted to playroom.  It went in the corner, so it was out of the way—and so you still had access to the leather covered bed from all four sides.  The host’s sling was hung and the room darkened just enough to see, but with no glare.  I went back downstairs to strip.
    I decided not o go with the leather that night.  Just the Fukdto jock and my boots.  There were about six other men around me shedding their clothes.  Two more came in as I folded my jeans and stowed them away.  I nodded to the blond cub who was a regular—but his friend was new to this group—but I was sure I knew him.
    I worked through my mental rolodex.  Yup.  I had met him five years ago or so at both IML and CLAW.  I even helped get him gangbanged in Cleveland.  He still looked like he was in his 20’s which is impossible.  He has a thin, tight body and a bubble butt made for cock.  Matt changed into a white A-shirt that contrasted with his deep chocolate skin tone beautifully.  His designer jock, with sneakers and a brimmed cap completed his fuck ensemble. 
    We went upstairs…
     
    The Blond Cub is up Matt.  Everyone else is sucking dick or getting head—but those two have leapt right in.  Matt is on all four and taking the cub’s driving thrust with ease.  I can already smell the poppers.  I let a new guy spend some good oral-get-acquainted-time with my cock, but keep an eye on the fucking.  I watch the Blond Cub give way to another horny, older man.  Matt gleefully cleans the Cub’s dick.
    I thank the newbie and he crawls to another duo and licks the balls of the lucky man getting a blow job.  I move to Matt.  I replace the Cub in his mouth.  The older guy is already winded from his fuck.  The Cub goes back up Matt.  I stay there, getting head and watching the Cub’s thin tool open up Matt’s hole.
    The Cub pulls out.  I bend and clean him off, getting my first taste of Matt in years.  The Cub groans, pulls me off him and pushes my face into Matt’s wet hole.  “Eat him out,” he hisses in my ear.  “Taste the cum I put in him before we arrived.”  And it’s there.  Matt pushes some out onto my tongue.  Fuck yes!  I swallow.  And dig in.  I lick and spit the rest back into him.
    I stand up and slide into him.  This time it’s Matt who groans.  I bottom out, wait for the poppers to be recapped, and begin a steady fuck rhythm. His hole is delightfully slick.  I fuck him harder and harder.  I want to see the cum froth up around the rim of his hole.
    It does.  I pull out and clean off the hole.  I fuck him again.  A burly ex-footballer comes over to watch and jack.  I nod to him and he takes over in Matt’s hole.  I have Matt clean my cock.  He moans at the frothed cum and can’t stop licking me…
    *****
    I play with others. 
    A bud is on the rimseat—a fellow top who doesn’t let anyone else eat his ass.  He loves how I lick it.  I feel someone slide down on my cock and begin to pound himself down on my pole.  It is likely the host—something that I know he enjoys.
    The top reaches down and pats my ear before he gets up.  Suddenly I can see again.  Matt is riding my cock—and he slides off it…and sits on the seat.
    His hole is now dripping.  Not surprisingly every man is using the new, cute bottom as their cum hole.  I have seen other bottoms fuck him tonight.  I don’t know how many loads are in his ass, but I am pretty sure I’m about to find out.
    The seat spreads his now very puffy hole.  Semen begins to drip onto my tongue.  Nice and steady.  Drip.  Drip.  Splat...
     
    For the rest of felching and fucking, follow the link to the home blog: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/the-centerpiece-of-party.html
  17. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—January, 2020
    You may be relieved to hear I didn’t play on January 1.  At all.  I slept.  I read.   I avoided writing.  I went out with my friend Franklin for some great conversation and a spicy chai tea.  In my original plan, I was to drive home that day, but Parker had suggested I stay for a sex party he was throwing with a friend I had met at Fukdto.  After the marathon fuck I’d had with Parker, it took very little arm twisting to make me add two days to my hotel reservation.
    The next day I wrote a post and got ready for the late afternoon party.  It was at the same hotel as the less than stellar condom fuck/boot shine of a few days earlier.  It is a massive hotel, but I found the room easily. 
     
    I am sitting in a chair, naked but for jock and boots.  The mutual friend from Fukd, Art, is on his knees giving me expert head.  We have exchanged blow jobs before at Fukd, but this is far nicer.  Parker is not here yet.  We are simply two horned tops getting to know each other better. 
    He swallows me down, holds it, then rocks back on his heels as he comes up for air.  “That is a mouthful.”
    I nod.
    Art stands.  I suck on his decidedly above average dick.  Eventually he kneels again and does some more effortlessly deep throating of my shaft. 
    Once again he comes up for air.  “Damn.  I was thinking I’d let you fuck me tonight, but there’s no way that’s going in me.”
    *
    Parker has arrived.  He is soon naked but for a jock and going back and forth sucking the two of us on the bed.  I love watching Art’s face when it is his turn in Parker’s mouth.  Finally, I slip down and eat Parker’s hole while he gets Art good and wet.
    “Sit on him,” I tell Parker.  “Ride him.”  I don’t say ‘I want to lick his shaft as he fucks you,’ but that is exactly what I want.  He sits astride Art, facing forward.  I let them get a rhythm going and then crawl between Art’s splayed legs.  I lick his big balls.  He groans.  Parker feels me there and slows his descent on Art’s dick to give me a good taste.  I come around and kiss him.
    There is a knock at the door.  The guys keep fucking and I open it.  An attractive daddy is there who waves to the two busy on the bed and strips to just socks.  He is a hot, grey haired otter with a thick beer can cock.  I go to my knees to get him ready for Parker’s ass.
    “Oh, fuck…” he groans.  “Suck me.” 
    He can’t take his eyes off the couple fucking. 
    I can’t wait to see this fat cock go up Parker.
    “Oh, shit!”  With no other warning the guy shoots in my mouth.  He is instantly apologetic, but starts getting dressed, only stopping to watch me reverse felch his load into Parker’s ass.  “That’s where I wanted to put it,” he says sheepishly. And is gone.
    *
    A 40 something Greek in next in the room.  He sucks our three cocks.  Parker tells me he is a terrific top—but Parker fucks him instead.  Then I fuck him.  The Greek instructs me how to fuck him—until suddenly he just shuts up and pants.
    Two men in their 30’s arrive.  One man, Joe, undresses, one never does.  The Greek suddenly remembers an appointment and leaves with the bottom who never undressed.
    I watch Art fucking the new arrival.  I fuck Parker.  We are each on separate beds.  I suggest we move over to the other one.  Suddenly the bottoms are side by side, both on all fours.  They turn to kiss each other as we impale them…
    Parker is squeezing me hard.  I love how he milks my cock.  Art suddenly stops.  He excuses himself to go wash up.  And leaves soon after. 
    Parker fucks Joe at my urging.  I want to taste both men in his ass.  I watch.  Parker has Joe on his back.  The kid has a face that registers every thrust.  Parker fucks him slowly—but hard.  The bed shakes each time he is impaled.  Finally he needs a breather.  I clean his cock and kiss him.
    I lie down on the bed.  “Sit on my face,” I tell Joe.  He does.  Eagerly.  No one had bothered to rim him—they both just started plowing him.  His hole is wet and hot.  I stroke, but soon Parker’s mouth has replaced my hand.  The young man does poppers and begins to babble.  Cum drips into my mouth.  Fuck!  The kid had a load before he came here.  Or maybe Art shot.  I eat him out hungrily.  Every drop my tongue can reach.
    “Switch,” I mumble, with my mouth full of hairless bubble butt.
    Joe gets off me, Parker sits on my face—but Joes doesn’t suck me.  He rides me.  He’s tight—but the load is making for a terrific fuck.
    “Eat my hole,” Parker grunts out.  “Then you need to fuck me.”  I lick out some of the cum that was already in my mouth—this time swallowing it.
    Joe rolls off my dick.  Parker replaces him.  He bounces down on my cum wet dick with his own very wet ass.
    I want Joe back on my face, but he takes a hit of poppers and licks my balls instead—just as I had done to Art.  It is an incredible feeling.
    It is far later, with the delayed start to it all, than I was planning on.  I need to get off and pack for my morning departure.
    I tell the guys to get side by side again.  They kiss and share poppers.  I rim one then the other.  Back and forth.  Soon I am fucking Parker and fingering Joe.  I pull out and reverse it, my cock sliding into Joe and my fingers playing in the wetness of Parker’s hole.
    “Love this,” Joe hisses. 
    I reverse, once more fucking Parker.  The sound of me wet fucking and three men breathing heavily is all you can hear. 
    “You should load Joe,” Parker tells me.
    I switch back.  I fuck him hard.  I will myself to cum—but my cock says no.
    I slide back into Parker once more—and Bam!  I explode.  Three or five strong blasts.  I grab his hips and ride wave after wave of my orgasm…
  18. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—December, 2019
    I went to Spa Excess for New Year’s Eve.  It was the same venue I went to last year.  I don’t think there were as many playful guys around this year.  I felt like more men were there for the roast turkey buffet than for sex.  But I still had a great time.  And how better to ring in 2020 than in some man’s ass?
    I stayed, mostly, in the third floor play area.  There is a sling, a fuck bench and a room with a glass wall where you can watch men in the shower.  There is a slurp ramp to save cocksucker’s knees and lots of dark corners and booths for a modicum of privacy.  And there is a cage, three steps higher than the floor, where I often stand and let passersby suck on my cock sticking through the bars.
    I had told two gentlemen, both new to me, where I would be that night.  I was curious to find them…
     
    I stow my clothes in my locker.  I get into my leathers.  I walk through the play area.   It is just around 9 o’clock and not many men are there yet.  There are a few rooms on this floor, so I walk the hall.  A big beefy man, with tats and a hairy chest is hanging out by his door.  He’s one of the men with who I chatted earlier in the day.  He nods.  I nod and follow him in, shutting the door.
    Before it latches, he is digging in his bag.  “Do you PNP?”
    “No.”
    “But you’re ok if I do?”
    “No,” I say and start to open the door.
    He slams it shut.  “Ok, I’ll just do poppers.”  He sinks to his knees.  He sucks me—some.  It is much more about his nose to the popper bottle.  Constantly.  To the point I don’t’ dare move or I’ll make him splash some on his face. 
    I’ve had enough, though my dick is barely wet.  “Get on all fours.”  He does, clutching the bottle.  I take out my frustration with him (and the man the day before) on his ass.  I have one leg up on the bed and plow him hard and long.  He only asks me to go easier so he doesn’t spill his brown bottle. 
    And to top it off—he’s dirty.  I leave and wash.
    I hang out in the dark play area, standing in the cage and letting young Asian men suck my now clean cock.
    After three mouths—none willing to try it in their hole—I walk out to the rooms again.  I find the other man from BBRT.  He’s about 5’10” and a slim 150.  His hair is silver.  His profile says he’s ten years younger than I am, but I’m guessing it’s more like four or five.  His face lights up and he leads me into the one sling room on this floor.  He kisses me—tentatively at first, but growing to a major kiss.
    This is going to be good.
    He goes to his knees and gets me wet.  He is great with his mouth—everything I need to be ready to plow.
    I help him into the sling.  His ass is a lovely bubble sticking out from the leather straps.  And he loves my tongue work on his hole.  “You didn’t lie.  You do love to eat ass…” he murmurs.  I spit a few more times into his hole, stand up and glide into him. 
    His moan is music to my ears.  I fuck him slowly for a long time.  But eventually building to a chain rattling fuck.
    He loves ass to mouth, while still in the sling.
    His ass is incredibly juicy when I revisit it with my tongue and mouth. 
    We use the sling some more. 
    We do one round with him on all fours on the bed, but we both miss the sling, so we go back to it for another fuck.
    “Now go fuck some other lucky guys,” he tells me.
    “Should I leave the door open?”  I ask.
    “Naw.  I don’t’ think I want anyone else after that…”
    I thank him and tell him I’ll come back for another round if he’s still here.
    I go into the dark area.  Someone is now on the fuck bench.  I move between his legs—and instantly walk away from the smell.  It is the second of likely eight men who are dirty that night.  I will just skip the others.  Yikes.
    I play in the cage. I find a hot, 40 something gym guy in backless rubber shorts bent over the box in the cage.  I eat his perfectly framed ass and sink into him.  He milks my cock like an expert.  “You are the perfect size for my hole,” he tells me when we break—and decide we’d be more comfortable in the public sling.  The sling makes it an even better fuck.  I pound him until his eyes roll up into the back of his head.
    We have an audience—but they seem to be all bottoms.  No one will step up to take a turn on his ass.  So I go again.  Finally I catch an older man’s eye.  He is beating a nice sized cock.  He spells me.  He fucks the full, hairy ass with swift, deep strokes.  He says nothing at all as he pumps into Rubber Shorts.  He abruptly stops and walks away.  I kneel.  Yup.  He left us a load without saying a word.
    I dig in and share it with the rubber pig…
    *
    I meet up with the man in the sling room.  I fuck him until he shoots.  He tells me he will hang around until 12.
    I work the top of the slurp ramp.  I am too tall for many of the men.  My cage is a better option.  I move there.
    “Hello, again.”
    A tall, thin young man of less than 30 years of age smiles at me.  He has a full goatee.  And a big dick.
    “I want to suck that again.”
    He leads me to a booth next to the slurp ramp.  I know he hasn’t sucked me this trip.  I would remember him.  He locks the door and goes down on me.
    Well, fuck.  This boy did just this last year. And if I remember rightly…there’s more.
    “Daddy, I love your cock, but turn around so I can eat your hairy hole again....”
    Follow the link to see who is my first fuck of 2020:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/new-years-eve-wel-cum-to-ontario-part-v.html
  19. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—December, 2019
    I suppose, no matter what kind of sexual adventure I had after such a great Fukdto (and using Parker so completely) it would pale in comparison. Well, it did.  Though it had its moments…
    We began chatting a hook up site, long before I arrived in Canada.  Ted was from northern Canada and would be in town at the same time.  I knew he was around my age.  The pictures he opened confirmed that.  He liked the sound of the things I did.
    “Do you like having your boots licked?” he asked.
    I told him I did.
    He sent me quite a few emails after that…not really spelling out what he’d like done to him, but leading in that direction.  I told him I didn’t plan a sexual meet out in advance.  I liked to know some things he liked, some things he might like to try and hard limits of things he wouldn’t.
    I guessed I might never hear from him once I was in town.  But I did.  I went to his hotel, a quick walk from mine, the day after Fukdto…
     
    Ted opens the door.  I inwardly sigh.  The pics are old and more than several pounds ago, but he seems a nice guy.  I get into my leathers as requested.  He stays totally dressed in his street clothes.  He begins polishing my boots.  They need it.  He spits on them and works the polish into the grain of the boot.  One at a time. I love the pressure of his hands wielding through the leather.  He obviously loves doing it.  He uses a brush.  I can feel the swirling strokes.  But he never licks them.
    He talks, as he buffs them, about a man in town he often rents.
    When the boots are gleaming, he stops, strips down to a pristine white jock and proceeds to suck me.  He is all teeth.  I remind him to cover them.  That lasts for a few moments before he forgets.  I stand up to see if that is a better angle.  It is, but not by much.
    I finally stop him by telling him I need to eat his ass.  I do.  It goes well.  I am perking back up.  I stand and slap my dick across his ass crack.  He rolls away from me.  “I’ve thought about it and think we should use condoms.”
    I consider leaving, but I’m a gentleman and find a Magnum, its foil wrapping looking as old and tired as Ted. 
    I fuck him bent over the bed.
    I fuck him on his back.
    I fuck him on his side.
    I can’t feel anything with the latex.
    He is hard as I enter him.  He goes soft while I fuck and is hard moments after I pull out.
    I have had enough.  I pull out and as his erection returns I take all 4 inches into my mouth.  He is surprised—and blows a load.
    I thank him and start stripping off my leather.
    “Don’t you want to get off after all that great fucking?”
    I shrug and pack and bag.
     
    Talk about keeping this blog real…
    I only took the time to write this up as I have to remind my readers—and myself—that not every hook up is wonderful. 
    But I didn’t have long to wait.  Tomorrow was New Year’s Eve and I was headed to a bathhouse...
  20. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—December, 2019
    (This picks up right where I left off.)
     
    … Balls deep in some daddy, I look out into the maze.  There is Tango Dawg fucking the younger set.  But my eyes are on a tall, dark man, in a once white jock, who is fucking next to him.  Our eyes lock.  And hold.  I pull out of the ass I’m pumping and walk over to him.
    He leans over and without missing a stroke gives me the most electric kiss of the night.  My cock oozes, he kisses so well.  Our tongues fight for dominance.  We finally settle for a draw on that score.  He pulls out of the ass he’s been fucking and tells me to take a turn.  I do what I’m told, while he goes around to make the lucky fuckee clean his cock.
    I get a better look at him.  He is tall, dark and once really chiseled.  His chest is softening a little now as he ages.  His dick has a great curve to it and there is a leather strap of a cock ring accenting it.  He wears a jock that is as filthy as the one I am wearing.  I suddenly realize I have shared hole once before with this man here at Fukdto.  And even…
    My thoughts are interrupted as the bottom moves, wanting to get up.  He leaves.  The top comes back to me and kisses me again.  His name comes to me as his tongue invades my mouth.  Parker.  I’m sure of it.  And I am positive I also got to fuck that hot ass of his…
    We go up on stage and take turns in a shapely young butt in one of the glory holes.  We are kissing, the entire time either of us are fucking.  Finally, I can’t stand it.  Parker is up the guy, so I pull out of the kiss and drop to my knees behind him.  I burrow into his ass with my tongue.   He stops moving for a moment to let me get deep into his hole.  I can’t believe no one has plowed him tonight.  Then he begins a gentle fuck—into the guy and back on my tongue.  He groans and tells me to get him good and wet.  The motion is driving me crazy.  I need to fuck him.  I stand up, swipe my dick down his ass crack and begin to push into his pucker.
    “Fuck me with that big cock,” he grunts out.
    I slip all the way in.  I still let him do the work.  He fucks into the cute ass and back onto me.  Over and over.  And now he is giving me an ass squeeze on every stroke.  Every time.  Fuck!
    We separate.  He watches me eat the hole he’s just been fucking.  I groan out my pleasure and he laughs, touching my shoulder.  I stand up and drill into the cute butt in front of me…
    *
    We are inseparable for the next ninety minutes.  I fuck him in the sling that is in the maze. 
    We share a guy on the fuck table around the corner.
    I fuck him on the raised platform, as a number of men take turns in Parker’s mouth—one shooting a load all over his face.  A load I lick off.  And share with him in hot, wet kisses.
    I fuck him in the fuck wall and recruit others to use him.  No loads—but his hole is now juicy as fuck.
    Parker drags me into the dressing room on the side of the stage opposite the fuck wall.  “I just want you to myself for a minute.”  The room is cluttered with stools and broken chairs and beat up lockers.  We kiss.  For a long time.
    Tango Dawg comes in, his big dick swinging.  He grins at us—then ignores us as he checks his phone.  Parker backs me up until I bump into a stool and I sit.  He kneels and goes down on me.  Tango Dawg grins again and says, “You go, boys” and leaves.  Parker is working on getting my dick super wet.  “Just spit.  Fuck me that way.”  He doesn’t give me much choice.  He stands and sits himself down on my spit slick dick.  I feel so much more drag this way as we fuck.  It’s delicious.  And we both love it.
    *
    It is inevitable that Parker will come back to my hotel.  It’s now hours after Fukd has closed.  Parker is naked, on the center of my bed.  I have put my black leather blindfold on him.  I am licking him.  Everywhere.  Ears.  Pits.  Nips.  Dick.  Neck.  Balls.  Playing with him.  Not letting him know where I am going to be next.  Of course I hoist his legs in the air and tongue his super fucked out hole.  His anal lube is still flowing at full strength after the massive assault of his hole at the party.  I tease him with my cock head, but I don’t fuck him.  Not yet.
    “Let me do that to you.”  He takes the blindfold off and, almost ceremoniously, places it on me.  I lie down right where he was.  Parker starts in my pits, which are every bit as wet as his hole.  He licks them dry.  We kiss.  Ears are next.  Nipples are chewed, balls licked.  He rolls me over and devours my ass.  Oh, God.  This is new with him.  He’s good.  “I really want to fuck you,” he whispers in my ear, his cock in my ass cleft...
    Follow the link to read the rest of my night with Parker:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/fukdtoand-after-wel-cum-to-ontario-part.html
  21. FelchingPisser
    Toronto—December, 2019
    I awoke after my night at the baths really refreshed and energized.  I was on the road early and had an easy time getting into the city.  My pal, Brown_Spice, could not host me this trip as he had family visiting, so I checked into a hotel near the gay village.  I had a quick lunch, wrote a little and packed my bag to get to Fukdto’s New Years Warm Up. 
    It was an easy walk there.  I was one of the first in the door.  The set up was similar to the ones in the past.  On the floors above, open in the middle so you could see the activity, were three slings, two on one side and one on the other—which also had various wooden blocks at a convenient height for fucking.  The maze, made of plastic sheeting was up.  Slings, benches and blocks were in it.  The fuck wall—glory holes for asses—was up.  I greeted our hot host, Tango Dawg.  I went up to my usual bench and changed into my leathers…
     
    The first person I see after I give my bag to the coat check in my friend Franklin.  We hug and gravitate to the sling on the upper level near the bar.  Once he’s in, I get lost in licking his hairy ass crack.  He groans.  I stand and open him up with a slow push until I am deep in his guts.  We have a great warm up fuck and go our separate ways.
    I go down to the maze.  A hot older man is in the sling, blindfolded.  I touch his hole.  He jumps.  I kneel and tongue his pucker.  He moans.  He has incredibly beaten up ass lips.  A lot of cock has gone in this man over the years.  I lick the puffy hole before sliding in.
    “Holy fuck…” he groans out as I fill him completely.  “Fuck me with that thing!”
    I do.  I fuck him and make the chains rattle.  We get a small crowd watching us.  Jerking as I ravage his hole.  I nod to a fellow I daddy I recognize from here.  He grins.  I pull out and he pushes in.  I move to the blindfolded bottoms mouth.  “Taste your ass.”  He groans as takes as much of me in his mouth as he can.  The jerkers love this. 
    The daddy and I change up again.  He goes up for a cock cleaning as I kneel to taste the ass lube that is now flooding this man’s guts.  Delicious.  We both fuck him some more…
    *
    Franklin and I reconnect for another brief fuck upstairs.  This time he just bends over one of the cubes.  As I am licking his ass, the thin, 30-something friend of his who I dubbed Flip Flop Top in these pages, arrives.  I stand up and kiss him, my tongue tasting of Franklin’s ass.  He watches as I fuck Franklin, stroking his long, thin meat.  I pull out and let him into Franklin.  He fucks with quick jabs into the upturned butt.  We kiss again as he’s doing it.
    “Daddy, put it in my ass while I’m fucking.”
    I go around FFT and enter him.  He has prelubed his hole.  Or maybe he’s been busy before he found us in these first 30 minutes of the party.  I stand still and let him fuck Franklin and fuck himself on me. 
    “Pull out or I’ll blow.”  I get out of him—as much as I want to eat his load, it is way too early for him to shoot and leave.  Franklin stands up and we grind together in a hot three way kiss…
    *
    I go to the other side of the upper level.  I stand between the two slings.  Both are in use and ringed by men watching and waiting.  A tall man with a long thin cock grabs mine.  We have a moment of mutual jerking before I go to my knees and swallow him down.  He is thin enough that I can take his entire length easily without choking.  He fucks my throat, moaning.  A hot, hairy Italian with a perfect ass leans on the railing and arches his back.  The man pull out of my mouth and jabs his saliva covered cock into the Italian’s ass. 
    “Easy, please…” the bottom grunts out. 
    The top is obviously hurting him and oblivious to it—or thinks it’s his right.  He eventually pulls out and slaps the Italian on the ass.  Hard.  I move closer. 
    “Too big,” the Italian says, hefting my cock.  I drop to my knees and rim his abused hole.  He groans.  I tongue him deeper.  And for a very long time.  I stand up.  I ease my significantly bigger dick into him.  He flowers opens and takes every inch I have to offer.  He can’t believe it.  I fuck him until I have to stop or blow my load…
    *
    A cute pup is in the sling.  He has ditched the mask—and that’s good in my book.  I watch him get fucked and eventually get my cock into his mouth as the kid in his ass, looking kind of bored, pumps him.  When the kid leaves I move between the Pup’s splayed legs. 
    “Oh, fuck…” he moans. 
    I eat his fucked hole.  Well, damn, the kid shot a load in him, though you could never have guessed from his attitude.  I eat some it and use the rest for lube.  The Pup takes me easily.  Flip Flop Top arrives as I am fucking.
    “Daddy, let me breed this boy for you.”
    I pull out and FFT moves in.  He fucks the Pup with abandon.  In moments he creams the young man’s hole.  I kneel and clean up FFT’s cock.  He pulls me off him—and guides my head to the mess of cum dripping out of the Pup.  I eat the creamy combined loads…until the Pup can’t take any more stimulation.
    *
    An hour or so later, the Italian finds me by the fuck wall.  He is ready to go home.  “Will you fuck me so I can get off?”
    “Up for the wall?”
    “Sure.” 
    I help slide him into place.  I eat his ass.  Damn, this man has been busy.  He’s incredibly full of his own juices and other men’s cum.  I force myself to stop felching and stand up to fuck.  I glide into him.
    “Yes!” he croons.  “Push those loads deeper.....” 
     
    There's more (and a pic of the host) at:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/02/fukdto-wel-cum-to-ontario-part-ii.html
  22. FelchingPisser
    Jersey City—December, 2019
    I went home from my final day in Indiana and repacked two suitcases. One would fly with me to Jersey so I could spend Christmas with my brother and his partner.  The other would stay in the trunk of my car in the airport parking lot.  I was flying home and driving directly to Toronto for the last Fukdto of the year and I planned to stay in town to fuck in 2020.
    I didn’t expect to have any play in Jersey.  I had far less time there this year with my work contract taking me up to just two days before Christmas.  I had checked in with Rudy—the great fisting bottom I had opened up on my last trip in March—but he was headed to the Midwest for the holidays with his family.  My couple of contacts in the city were also away.
    And then, on my last day there, Rudy showed up on Asspig.  I don’t know if one of us typed the wrong date when we checked in or if he came home early, but there he was…and horny.  We lost no time in setting up a time.  I cleaned up and walked over…
     
    Rudy is looking great.  He’s naked but for a red jock.  I notice his dirty blond hair is cut a little shorter and that his arms look a little more worked out.  He has the sling set up, a fuck bench and a play sheet on his bed.  Porn is playing on his lap top.  I strip down to a jock and put my boots back on.
    We start in the sling.  I hunker down and begin running my tongue up and down his moist ass crack.  Rudy begins to pant.  He reaches for his poppers.  I hear them open as my tongue drills into his pucker.
    “Daddy, eat me out.  Get me ready for that big raw cock…”  He continues on in this vein as my tongue goes deeper and deeper into his muscle hole.  I spit and leave a ton of saliva behind.  I grease my dick as I suck his already slightly puffy ass lips into my mouth.
    I stand up.  “Fuck me,” he grunts out.  “Take me.”  My cock pops in.  The head always surprises men—I see it in his eyes.  I hold still.  When his eyes shut, I sink my full length slowly into him.
    I fuck him for quite awhile.  I pull out and eat his now juicy hole.  Rudy sighs and calls me a hot pig daddy.  I go back to cock in his hole. But this time I add an overly greased up finger alongside my shaft.  The stretch is just what he loves.
    My cock slides out and I work my left hand in.  Slowly and steadily.  His ass lips clamp on my wrist.  I fuck him with my hand in place.  Then my cock and back to my hand.  Finally, with my fist up him, I slide my cock down my greasy wrist and have both in him at once.
    “I need a piss break,” he says.  I help him out of the sling.
    I convince him to feed me.  He does—in his spacious walk in shower—but I can see it is feeling odd for him to ‘be in control.’  I don’t bring it up again when he need to go the next time.
    We move him to being on all fours on the bed.    I fuck him—but I have to be on my toes to reach him, the bed is so high.  So it becomes more about my hand.  Deeper and a little harder.
    He has a dildo set out.  I grab it.  It is thicker than it looks.  But Rudy takes it.  And demands more.
    The second piss break happens.  I lie on the bed, watching the porn.  He comes back and sits on my cock.  Riding me expertly.  “Sit on my face,” I tell him.  “Let me tongue fuck you—then go back to my dick.”  He loves this idea.  He rides me for another minute—then brings his super juicy mancunt up to my face and lowers himself onto my tongue.  “You like my boy hole on your mouth, daddy?”
    I can’t answer.  I mumble something into all the wet, red flesh covering my mouth.  Without warning he stands, turns and goes back to my cock.  He leans down and kiss me, moaning at the taste of his ass on my tongue.
    A short break while he sets up the laptop to record us. Once we know we are in view, I tie his ankles to the headboard.  I fuck him like this until my knees tell me to stop.  I start my hand back into him—but he thinks his hole has had enough of anything that large.  “I was greedy with that toy…” he confesses.  “I should have made you go slower.”
    “Do you still want my load...?”
    Make the jump to:  [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/a-hot-hole-for-christmas.html
  23. FelchingPisser
    Eastern Illinois—December, 2019
    My job in western Indiana was winding down.  On my last day off, I tried, unsuccessfully, to find a hot man to unload in.  On the spur of the moment I decided to head to the new bookstore I’d found in eastern Illinois.  I was determined to have at least some sort of play on my birthday…
     
    I arrive later than usual.  I have missed the lunch time ‘rush.’  I am on the edge of missing any men stopping in after work.  I pay my admission and go through the one door that leads to both theatres.  No one is in the gay theatre.  Two men are watching the straight video.  I sit there.  The porn is nasty enough to be interesting.  I take out my cock and stroke.
    I am being actively cruised by a man sitting on the side wall opposite me.  I even inspire him to stop kneading his crotch and to take his cock out, once the other man in the room leaves.  I feel pretty confident that something will happen—until the outside door opens and a new man walks in.  My admirer’s cock disappears the moment he hears the door—and he disappears the moment he sees who it is entering the space.
    I sigh, before looking at the new arrival.  He is a well dressed man in a suit (clothes I would not wear here.)  He is likely my age with a full head of grey hair.  His shoes are so well polished they catch the light from the big screen television.  He glances at my cock and walks right by me.  He goes around the corner of the low wall to the side section.  Over the wall, he watches the screen—and me—in a nice back and forth movement of his head.  I wait until I hear his zipper go down before I join him.
    I stand in front of him.  His soft hand finds my cock.  I really want him to kneel on the grimy floor in that expensive suit and suck my dick.  He strokes me once or twice and then his hand goes to my shoulder.  I feel the slight pressure of his hand.  I kneel and find a very average, but very hard dick.  I take him into my mouth.  I spend less than a minute on him before he dribbles out his load.  I clean him up, but he still takes a white handkerchief from his pocket and wraps his cock in it before putting it away.  He pats my shoulder and leaves.
    I am alone for a long time.
    Two men come in.  One goes right to the gay section, so I only hear him, but don’t see him.  The other comes in and stands near me.  He is my age, short, slightly chunky, and has the biggest smile on his face when he sees my cock.  He gropes himself before he comes over to me. 
    “Come to the bathroom,” he whispers.
    I don’t want to play in there…but I go down the short hall.  I shut and lock the door behind me.  The light is blinding after the darkness of the theatre.  He has dropped his pants.  A nice sized cock is poking out from his shirttails.  He waddles over, with the trousers around his ankles and kneels.  He gives good head.  Enthusiastic and varied.  He pulls off me and looks at my cock.  “Fuck me,” he says.
    I ask if he’s prepped.  He says yes.  I help him up and he leans against the sink.  I hunker down and am just about to rim his ass when he reaches behind himself and smears the foulest smelling lube down his ass crack and into his hole that I have ever come across.  I stand up and just stick my dick in him.
    The issue is not his cleanliness—that seems to be great—but he is so short, I am doing deep knee bends to fuck him.  But it sure is working for him.  He grunts and fists his thick cock.  “Fuck, yes!” he grunts.  “Plow me hard.”
    I keep it up as long as my legs can take it.  I finally have to pull out and step to one side.
    “Shit, I am so close,” he announces.  I kneel and take his cock in my mouth just as he blasts a major load.  The moment he comes down from shooting he is all embarrassment.  I leave to let him get cleaned up in peace.  But not until after I wash that foul lube off my cock.
    *
    The man in the gay cinema has vanished during our time in the bathroom. 
    I sit in there as a new movie is playing—(and no one is in the straight theatre.)
    I stroke for about 15 minutes.  Alone.  I am on the edge of leaving and taking myself out for a nice birthday dinner.
    The door opens.  I hear the new guy check out the straight side, utter a vocal grunt of disgust and walk in this direction.  It’s the talker—from the last time I was here.  The one who reviewed the technique of the men and women in the porn.  And the director.  And the décor.  And how he could do it better.  He goes behind the low wall and leans on it.
    “He sure can take it,” he says, watching an adorable 20-something get fucked by a daddy type on a frilly bed.
    I can’t listen to it all a second time.  I stand up and cut to the chase.  “Good to see you again,” I say as I kneel next to him.  This literal shocks him—but also arouses him.  I unzip his pants and take out his semi-hard.
    “I thought I recognized you,” he says as his cock goes in my mouth.
    He has a short fuse.  He has one moment of taking control and fucking my face before he blows.  At least it’s the biggest load of the day.
    He does himself up and leaves.
    I wait 15 minutes.  If no one comes in, I tell myself, I’ll leave.
    In no time I am in my car and in search of my promised birthday dinner and settling into a good book while I wait for it.
     
    Not jump this time, but feel free to peruse the the 1064 posts on the main blog site:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/
  24. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—December, 2019
    Marshall, the short, shaved headed sub with the muscle butt I had seen twice before, sent me a text.  He’d loved being whored out—and wanted to do it again.  We could meet up only in the late afternoon—so we went to the bathhouse that is downtown hoping for end of work day traffic.
    I was slightly late as the freeway I was on stopped for an accident.  I checked in, found my locker and went up to the room number he had sent me.  He’s gotten a big double bed room.  There were mirrors everywhere and a very large flat screen television playing porn.  Marshall greeted me with a big smile on his face—and instantly went to his knees…
     
    I leave the door to the room wide open.  I am in a filthy yellow jock and boots, my towel slung over my shoulder.  “Get my jock wet.”  His mouth is right there.  He inhales deeply and groans in the back of his throat.  Any other man would be stroking himself, but not Marshall.  It’s all about pleasuring me.  He licks the fabric—reinvigorating all the juices left on it:  my own, his and so many other mouths and holes which have pressed against it.  He groans again and begins chewing on it. 
    I pull the pouch back and my balls fall into his mouth.  My cock is bent at a crazy angle still in the pouch.  The fabric stretches obscenely to contain it all.  I free it and the shaft slaps against his face.  He groans and opens his mouth but waits for my instructions to suck it.
    “Take my dick.   Deep throat it.”
    He does.  He continues until I pull out and start fucking his face.
    “Get up on the bed.  All fours.  Ass right here.  The ‘here’ is accompanied by the palm of my hand slapping the mattress, right at the edge.  He scrambles up and I kneel.  It’s my turn to inhale the smell of his ass crack—all the light sweat from the exertion and excitement.  I dig into his hole with my tongue.  Out of the corner of my eye I see two men standing in the doorway—their towels tented.
    I stand up and slap my cock against his ass.
    “You want this dick in you?  Raw?”  The last is for the guys watching and who can’t quite see. I know what my boy of the moment wants. 
    “Yes, Sir!”
    I push into the spit filled pucker.  One of the guys pushes through the door to get a better look.  “Fuck him,” he whispers.  He drops his towel and strokes.  The other one moves away.  The intruder has a nice enough dick.  He watches me bottom out and the first pull back.  “So hot,” he sighs.
    I build up to a good fuck speed.  “You want a turn?”  This sends him out of the room. 
    I keep plowing the muscle butt in front of me.  Moments later another man (our age, with a good build and short iron grey hair on his head and in a trimmed goatee) looks in.  He drops his towel too.  He has a good seven inches…and I know from the way he’s looking at that ass, he isn’t going anywhere.  I pull all the way out and slam all the way back in.  Marshall’s ass is open enough to let me do it repeatedly.  I love showing off my full length to the new guy.  “You want a turn?”
    “Yeah.  But let me get harder in this pig’s mouth.”  He scrambles up on the bed and worms his way down until his legs are splayed and Marshall is giving him a sloppy blow job as I continue to ream out the ass in front of me.  The guy groans and calls the sub all sorts of names—which only inspire Marshall to give his dick more attention.  “Yeah, I’m ready,” he grunts out.  “Let me at that ass.”
    “Sit on him.”  Marshall obeys.  He inches forward and impales himself on the cock that was just in his mouth.  I lean forward and lick the man’s ball as Marshall rides him.  They contract significantly.  “Fuck, he can milk cock…”
    I grunt affirmatively, never stopping my tongue from moving.  It’s now going up Goatee’s shaft a little.  Marshall feels it—and begins a slower milking.  One that entails Marshall pausing on the upstroke—to give me a chance to lick the cock—before he slides back down it.  The guy is groaning “You’re a fuckin’ [banned word], man.  Love it.”
    We change around.  Goatee wants to fuck him from behind.  “I think I have another load in me.  I just shot before I walked in here.”  I say a silent thank you to the gods of Viagra and watch the man fuck before I get up on the bed to get to Marshall’s mouth. 
    “I know I’d load him if you’d fuck me as I fuck him.” 
    I slide right back down.  I grease my cock and get behind Goatee.  I touch his hole.  It’s loose and wet.  It may even have cum in it.  He slows his jack rabbit stroke. I push in.  “FUUUUCK!”
    I stand still and let him do the thrusting and impaling.  He is going for the gold.  Faster and faster.  His ass clenches as he spurts his seed into Marshall’s glorious ass.  I just hold still.  He pulls out.  I pull out.  I insist I lick his dick—though it’s making him cringe.  I dive for the trail of jizz leaking out of Marshall’s ass. Goatee watches me clean him up—and plunge my dick into the wet warm cum he left behind.  The load is big.  It squelches as I fuck in it.
    Goatee thanks us and realizes we have a crowd watching us outside the door.  He looks at me and shrugs.  “Men are pigs—and you are two of the best.”  He leaves the door open as he leaves and I continue to fuck Marshall’s creamed out hole.
    *
    We decide to fuck out of the room.  There is a semi dark area.  It used to be just an empty room.  Now there are more benches and platforming with rails to be bent over.  There is one man getting head as we step in.  We can’t see much else.
    I fuck Marshall on a bench.  A young, short Latino (our eyes are accustomed to the light now) wanders through and stops to watch us fuck.  “He has two holes,” I tell him. 
    To my surprise he comes up, unwraps his towel and sticks his dick in Marshall’s mouth.  “Ahhh…” he murmurs.  I make sure my hips connect with Marshall’s ass—making a nice thwacking sound in the dim light. 
    “You wanna fuck him?”
    He nods and comes around.  He has a condom in his hand.  I take it from him.  Without any hesitation he sticks his dick into the wet hole bare.  “I can cum in him.....?”
    For the rest of the men...and a really hot felching of it all follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/whoring-out-marshalls-muscle-butt.html
  25. FelchingPisser
    Indianapolis—December, 2019
    I wasn’t planning on going back to either of the bathhouses on this day off.  But the Bearded Blond Boy sent me a text.  He’d claimed me as his daddy for the duration of my stay in the Indy area.  He was horny and wanted my dick in his mouth and my tongue in his ass.  I said yes.  It felt so much easier than finding someone new online.   We arranged a time…and I went early.
     
    The steam room is crowded.  The steam cycle has just finished so it’s slow going as I step carefully into the dark, wet room.  I can just manage to find a seat around the corner where the action is hottest.  Instantly I have a mouth on my cock—coaxing it to full hardness.  It feels great.  The mist clears slightly and I see a very large man, beating his own tiny cock as he sucks on me.  I look to my left and there is a hard dick inches from my face.  I suck it as I continue getting great head.
    A man I can’t see in the deepest recesses of the tiled room shoots—and lets us all know it.  He pushes past us and we all find new partners.  The very large guy turns to a guy that is to his side.  The cock in my mouth is replaced by a thick, uncut one as the man I was previously sucking bends over and fellates me now.
    Men leave.  The man on my cock is sure he is going to get my load.  He is a hot bearded otter.  He has swung around and I am now playing with his furry hole as he sucks me.
    “Give me your load,” he hisses at me, pulling off my cock for a moment.
    “I just got here.  Sorry.”
    He continues for a moment, but I can tell his heart is no longer in it.  He soon excuses himself and leaves.  I sit—suddenly alone in the steam room—until the new cycle starts.  I go and dry off in the sauna.
    I walk the building.  I see the bearded otter sucking on an older daddy in the small porn room.  The recipient gives me a thumbs up–reviewing the blow job he is receiving.  I move on to the bigger porn area and stroke.  I let a couple of different men suck me.
    The bearded otter comes in—straight to me.  “I have his cum in my beard if you want it…”  I spend a hot two minutes, licking it up and feeding it to the kid.  His erection drools more with each snowball of cum I give to him.
    He sucks me a little more—then leads me to his room.  “Fuck me,” he says, closing the door.
    “Raw?”
    “Duh?” 
    He gets on all fours on the bed, his ass right there for me.  I kneel and rim.  His cock is now dripping even more profusely.  I swipe some up with my fingers and apply it to his ass.  As he figures it out—his breathing goes really shallow. 
    I do it again. “That is so dirty,” he grunts out.  “I love it.”
    I stand and add my cock.  It’s a short fuck, but a hot one.  I fuck his load out of him in a few more thrusts.  He lovingly cleans my cock and thanks me.
    I go for another steam.  It’s just as crowded.  I find a seat.  We lose ourselves again sucking any proffered cock in the dark, swirling mist.  The Blond arrives.  He waits until the man in front of me gets up—then he takes his place.  He sucks at a much slower pace—as if he were savoring the feel of my dick in his mouth.
    Eventually I have him stand and I suck him.  But he turns and grinds his ass into my face.  I poke into his tight hole the first of countless times in the next ninety minutes.  We move to men on either side us—but always aware of who and what the other is doing.
    The steam clears and a stunning college boy is in our midst.  Everyone in the steam room is 40 and up.  The Blond is the closest to him in age and he’s likely 20 years his senior.  College kid has longish dark hair, a hairy chest and a good, very hard, seven inches.  And he won’t let anyone touch him.  He is a voyeur here amongst this older crowd.  But he loves watching us suck.  The men are good—once their hand is brushed away, they ignore him and show off for him.  Just as suddenly as he appeared, he is gone.  I wonder briefly if he’s shot his load already— but then pull the Blond into sucking the balls of the man who’s in my mouth.
    *
    We dry off in the sauna and then head to the big porn area with the padded floor.  I stand dead center of the room and the Blond is on his knees and sucking me.  The six men in the room stop watching the porn and watch us.  He licks my cock—showing off its length.  I move his mouth to my balls.  I hold his head in place.  He licks them and squirms.
    The Voyeur arrives...
    Can we convince him to stop watching?  Follow the link:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/01/the-daddies-and-voyeur.html

Other #BBBH Sites…

This site is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

Top Bareback Porn Sites…

×
×
  • Create New...

Important Information

By using this site, you agree to our Terms of Use, Privacy Policy, and Guidelines. We have placed cookies on your device to help make this website better. You can adjust your cookie settings, otherwise we'll assume you're okay to continue.