FelchingPisser

If we've moved to bartenders... Back in the day when the upper level of the Phoenix (NOLA) was pretty wide open, I spent an evening slipping under the bar to drink the barman's piss so he never had to fight the crowds in the bathroom having sex.

I wouldn't want a steady diet of only toy play---but I don't want a steady diet of any sex act. I love variety. I agree there are some men just made for a toy. Or a toy and my dick. Or my fist pulling out the toy. Or....

My Playroom—September, 2021 Evan, the fisting bottom from out of state who visited in May, wanted another session in the playroom before I left on my late summer trip. We made it work in the first few days of September. His first meet is detailed in Jerking Off Deep in His Ass. Evan is on his knees, waiting for me, when I go down the stairs. His shaved head shines as he hungrily looks at the bulge in my jock. He is around my age—maybe a little younger—and just as thin. I set my thermal tea cup down and grind the pouch of my jock in his face. His hands go instinctively behind his back. His tongue gets the fabric good and wet before I take my hardening cock out of it. It slaps the side of his face. I make him lick my balls before I let him deep throat my shaft. I begin a face fuck. He chokes. I pull out—with long strands of saliva attached. I use my left hand to catch them, winding the wetness around my fingers. I do it again. He chokes and I get more of the easy lube. “Up on the bench.” He scrambles up. I wipe my fingers around his pucker—fingering some of it into Evan. I kneel and make him really wet with my tongue. I spit and finger that into him, too. Again and again. I spit once more on my cock and stand up. I slide into Evan. His head pulls back and looks at me in the mirror in front of him. I fuck slowly and deliberately. I pull out and bring my cock to his mouth. “Taste your hole.” He does. His sucking is enthusiastic and rather noisy. “Get it good and wet, I am not re-lubing.” He leaves me sopping wet. I go back and slide effortlessly into his ass. I fuck him hard and fast. His hole is opening beautifully. I grab the eggheaded dildo. I lube it and slide it in. My cock soon joins it. At first on top of it—with my thick mushroom head smashing into the egg. I pull out, pull the dildo up and slide my cock in underneath the toy. I fuck vigorously this way, too. Evan is panting, coming down from a popper high. I feed him my wet and sticky cock one more time. I fuck, toy-less, this time. I shoot a quick blast of piss inside him. I grease up the big black buttplug and insert—keeping all the great juices inside him. He cleans my cock one more time—and we move to the sling. Once he is settled, I begin a light thumping on the base of the plug. It sends a vibration through his entire body. I let it fade and do it once more. I keep up the rhythm so I go from fingertips doing the beating to the heel of my hand. It makes him shudder—and he has the first of countless internal orgasms. I pull it out. I fuck him again. I fuck him once more with the eggheaded dildo. Finally, I grease up my hands… * I have given him more shuddering internal orgasms—especially when I did alternating fists increasing in speed. I give him a drink of water and take a swig of my own tea. This makes me need to piss. “You want some piss in your ass?” “Yes, Sir! Give it to me.” I stick my hard cock in him, think for a moment to help the tubes reconnect and I begin to fill him. And I am truly filling him up. I am surprised I have so much in me. Evan groans at the weight in his gut. I finish and pull out. I kneel and lick at his puffy, used ass lips. “Give me some back.” My lips are sealed around his hole. He pushes and I get the tiniest splash of piss into my mouth. He does it again. There it is. A mouthful of me. I swallow hungrily. He tries again—but we are back to a trickle, it is too deep in his gut. I reach for the thickest toy I own—one that reminds me of some pervy x-mas tree. It has three widths of ‘boughs’ for him to take. The first goes in easily. The second disappears into him with a slight twist of the toy. He does a hit and he is almost there. I back up—apply a little more pressure and another slight twist. He has it all. He pants. Then lets out a pleased howl—he has watched it all in the mirror above. I tell him to give it back to me. He pushes and I catch it, right against my chest. I grease it up and do it all again. I reach for the final black toy. The massive black dildo with a handle. I grease it up. He takes the first speed bump on it. And the second. The toy is tickling his second hole—in fisting terms. I twist. He huffs…and we are home. “I think that’s it…” he sighs. “My hole is done.” I take out the toy and wipe down my greasy hands. “But not for dick,” he quickly adds. I kneel and survey the work I have done. His hole is lovely deep red and swollen. It has a medium sized gape. I clean up the excess grease around it. My tongue touches his puffy lips and my hard on comes back full force. I love how soft his ass lips are now. Pliable. Used… I slide in…and give him the load he craves. The original post is here, with a picture of the toys: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Takes All The Black Toys (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) posted October 18, 2021

Thanks. I don't know why I waited so long to post it. I would like these posts in more than one place on the web, so getting them up now.

I don't think I have ever played with a clerk at a bookstore, but I have a long history with clerks/crew at four different bathhouses. Maybe it's because they see more of me at the tubs...

This was my experience as I got it yesterday.

Chicago—August, 2021 I heard from the Professor while I was working out of state this last July. He wrote the most intriguing sentence I’d received in a long time: “I just heard from Jake Morgan, who is looking for you.” I had the hot pornsters email (from after we had fucked in December of 2017), so of course I dropped him a line. It seems that Jake had had a personal appearance in Detroit. He remembered that I lived in Michigan and was hoping he could jump in the sling on his way back home to Chicago. Of course I was nowhere near home, working in Indiana at the time. But we soon switched to text, for Jake wanted to see if we could still meet. We set up a point halfway between us, but on the day we had to postpone. Once I was done working in Indiana, we tried to find a new date. Jake was making a ton of public appearances, so we finally just put it on hold. Then it all seemed to fall into place. He was coming back from an appearance in St Louis. Could I meet him at his apartment instead of a motel? Of course I could. I packed the sling and set out… I arrive a little early. Jake texts—he is running late. I am eventually let into Jake’s place by his friend, Clay Towers, (who I have also played with, thanks to the Professor.) We catch up, sitting in Jake’s living room. Jake arrives, all apologies. He may have been in his rental car for five hours, but he looks great to me. Clay takes off and Jake and I hike the three blocks to my car to bring in the sling. We move some furniture for it and cover the two sofas with play sheets. I set up the sling as he heads into the shower. I strip to my jock and boots—and stretch out on the bigger sofa and close my eyes. I hear a noise. Jake is standing by me, naked except for a jock. I get up. We kiss. Deeply. I have forgotten he’s taller than I remember. We are an easy fit. Both of us have restless tongues. Our bodies grind together, making my cock spring out of the side of my jock. I love the feel of the hair on his chest as we hold onto each other. Jake goes to his knees. He takes my hard cock the rest of the way out of my jock. He just looks at it for a moment—then his tongue darts out and connects with my piss slit. He licks it once—twice and then the head disappears into his mouth. I close my eyes and let him suck me. He’s great—and doesn’t forget my balls. “I gotta taste your hole,” I tell him. He gets up on the love seat, presenting that gorgeous ass to me. I go to my knees, pull his cheeks apart slightly and dig in. Jake groans. So I go deeper. I fuck him with my tongue. I leave his hole incredibly wet. I stand up and poke my drooling cock head into his pucker. I pop in. Jake moans into the back of the loveseat. I wait…and then slowly enter him with my entire length. I fuck that famous ass gently, with long deliberate strokes. Jake pants. We pause as me finds his silicone based lube. I reapply and fuck him some more—this time with him riding me as I lay on the bigger couch. When he rolls off me, Jake moves down and cleans my cock. I ask him to kiss me—and he does with all the flavors of our two bodies. He has me sit on the love seat and he kneels again—this time between my splayed legs. He lovingly licks every inch of my dick. Then my balls. He lifts them and tongues my perineum. Jake now sucks each orb—pulling them into his mouth with light suction—and an ever swirling tongue. He goes lower. His tongue grazes my asshole. He looks up at me: “Do you like your ass eaten?” I nod. Jake dives in—doing everything I did to him. My cock is bouncing as I have to let go of it. He prods and spits and licks. He doesn’t tire of eating me out. I finally suggest he get in the sling. I move to help get his ankles in the stirrups, but he beats me to it—slipping right into them in a practiced move. I so want a picture of him there—but I’m not about to stop to find my phone. I kneel and eat his ass again as I grease my dick with his silicone lube. I stand. I glide in. To the hilt in one easy move. Jake relaxes completely. This is the way to fuck. I start slow. Build. The chains are groaning and banging. We have strapped a mirror of his to the top of the frame as I forgot mine. I fuck him so hard one of the ties on the mirror loosens. We pause as I fix it—then I am back in him, leaning down and kissing him as my cock drills into his hole… * We break for water. “Get in the sling,” Jake tells me. “I want to eat your ass again.” “Just kiss me when you’re done…” I lay back—I need help to get my booted feet into the stirrups. Jake kneels and pulls my ass cheeks apart. His tongue just grazes my hole. He spits. I look up in the mirror and watch the top of his head move up and down my ass crack. He hands me his poppers. “Take a hit.” I do. The moment the vapor hits, his tongue is drilling me. I lose all track of time. I babble, telling him to eat my ass, to fuck me with that hot tongue. I really only return to reality when he stands up and gives me a long wet kiss. His hard cock glances over my hole as we lie on each other chest to chest. I shiver---and his strong arms hold onto me. Finally we come up for air. Jake gets back in the sling. It’s late. We both know it’s time. “You want my cum?” I whisper as my cock slips back up him. “Fuck, yes…” “I really want to breed you.” I pump harder. “I didn’t get to last time. Our host deserved it.” My strokes are longer now. Hard. His cock is drooling. I fuck him harder yet. Then a quick dip to taste his wet, slick, stretched pucker. That does it—I push back in and explode. I grab the bars above me to hang on… Jake jerks out his load with me still deep inside him. I finally let go of the frame and bend. I lick up his load, swallowing some—and keep some in my mouth to add to mine deep in his ass…. * And every bit as good as the sex…was that muscular arm wrapped around me as we fell asleep. The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: "Jake Morgan Is Looking for You" (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)

I have certainly slowed down my travel for play. In my area, there are very few cases, but I am certainly playing much more with men I know. (Once again, I am always glad I encouraged fuck-buds.)

I have used them there. And the built a wall at the Fukdto parties in Toronto that were the same.

One of the few ways I use condoms is to do a cum harvest at the bookstore. I spit in the latex and freeze however many loads I have gotten in my mouth that day. When a real pig is next in the sling, I slip the frozen hunk of cum up his ass and describe the men who gave me the loads I'm now using for lube in his butt.

Those that just want the cum, should suck the men in my usual bookstore. They seem to be so excited someone is willing to blow them, they explode almost instantly. I find that useful when I'm cum collecting for my boy of the moment's ass, but not much fun otherwise.

There is a chance, absolutely. I save the piss fuck for the last thing we are doing that night.

I always push their eager mouths down to clean up my balls for those first few moments before allowing them up to my dripping shaft. The heady mix of ass juices and cum is pretty intoxicating--I certainly know why they are eager to get to it.

I'll write you personally on here.

Absolutely. Bill Schmeling was the artist who signed himself as the Hun. He even has a Wikipedia entry.

I think of it as variety. I often describe in my blog how I love his hot flesh above and below me and cool stainless steel to the sides of my cock as I fuck with a speculum in place. I certainly don't do it with every man, but I love the different sensations it creates for a variation in a long fuck session.

Bad Seed Media had their own site, but it may be gone. Search with Ryan's name. I know it's out there. Last night a guy at the bathhouse told me he'd just watched me in it. The title, I think is Cumming to Chicago.

That is wonderfully funny! Wow...

Asspig is the fisting site I use.

Very much so...

I have been to two. I had a great time at the one at IML this year. Even better was the four day wellness retreat at a campground in Georgia. The porn guys are eager to play with any and all.

Seeing a man in a chastity device tells me he is serious about having his hole worked. That he gets his pleasure from anal orgasms. I have had men who wear them so they can't touch themselves and cum too fast. I have had men, as mentioned above, who want you to leave their dick alone. Since I am mostly all about the ass--I love to be clued in instantly to what the guy wants from me.

I always want feedback moans...vocalize as I hit "that" spot.

That is both wonderful--and pervy! Fantastic that you have it!

I don't care about volume--it's the sincerity level of the moans and groans. I need to believe what he's feeling.