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To have that rosebud enter my mouth is AMAZING

North of Home—January, 2021 I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the amazing rosebud, for quite awhile. No, that parenthetical phrase isn’t quite right. I hadn’t seen Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, for quite awhile. That’s better. He had returned to Michigan to work and now lived to the north of me. We made plans to meet, but they were cancelled by Covid. By January, He was ready to get back to play. I told him how I had been playing—in my ‘meet a man and then wait’ scenario. He was fine with that. I made sure I had a full two weeks of no play or contact before I drove to his place, packing the sling and rimseat. Ross is tall and lithe. He is still athletic in build—trim and toned, and most importantly, very flexible. His hair is cut a little shorter, so the curls are not as prominent. We hugged…and he helped me lug the equipment to his bedroom. He had cleared lots of space. The sling fit next to his bed, which is covered with a protective spread. We slid a tarp under the frame—and layered towels on it to avoid run off. The rimseat fit at the foot of the bed where it faced a huge floor length mirror—so Ross wwould be able to watch himself get eaten out. He left me for a final check—and I stripped down to my Fukdto jock and boots… He kneels, naked, but for a badly stretched out jock, on the tarp at the business end of the sling. He inhales the musk from my jock. He gives a slight moan and begins to lick. My cock jumps—knowing that he is turned on by the reek of past sex imbedded in the jock pouch. Soon enough, most of my cock is down his throat. I look down. He is hard himself—a very respectably sized dick is jutting out from the useless pouch of his jock. “Would you do me a favor?” he asks. “Sure.” “I want to improve my deep throating…” I hold his head and begin a slow face fucking. I am slightly deeper into him…but not where he wants me. “The bed…” he mumbles. He crawls up on the bed and lays on his back with his head hanging over the edge. I slap his face with my still wet cock. I love the hollow sound it makes on his cheek. He opens and I begin the face fuck. Even on the first stroke, I am slightly deeper than before. I do a series of three thrusts and pull all the way out to let him catch his breath. On the fourth set of three I plunge a little deeper. When I pull out, thick ropes of spittle cling to my cock. I use my dick to smear it all over his face. He pants and opens his mouth wide for another round. I repeat the hard fuck. I go deeper. He gags as I pull out. There is a ton more spittle. This time I wrap the slimy strings around my fingers. I reach across him and push two fingers into his hole. His ass lips part eagerly for the wet invaders. We are both love this. A lot. I fuck his face some more—using the deep throat spittle each time to lube his ass. I spin him around on his back and fuck his hole for the first time in almost two years. I sink in easily. The spittle feels incredibly slick. “Give me your mouth again. Taste your ass.” He spins himself around and I fuck his face. I go deeper yet. And bottom out. Only for one quick stroke, but he takes all of me. “Ass,” I bark out and he spins again, his legs pressed to his chest and whimpering. I plunge in and fuck him, my cock covered with more of his deep throat goodness… * We have moved to the sling. I have eaten his now gaping hole repeatedly—and reprimanded him for beginning to push his rosebud out. “Save it!” We fuck. Again and again. We fuck with two of my fingers alongside my cock. Soon enough, it’s my whole hand slipping into him as I pull out my cock. Then my cock sliding into my hand as I leave it in his hot, wet hole. I fuck like this repeatedly; reveling in the feel of my fingers on my cock, wrapped in his crimson, wet flesh. I pull out, cock first, then my left hand. My cock parts those red lips and goes back in. I begin to piss. Ross’ eyes grow wide. “Hot!” he groans. “It’s so heavy.” I fuck a little, still streaming piss deep into his guts. When my bladder is spent, I pull my cock out, grease up my hand and push into his bloated gut. I pull out, bringing a shower of piss with me. Again I go in. Pull out—and it is raining piss onto the tarp. I fist him until there can’t be much piss left in him, but I decide to see if that’s true… “Rimseat!” I get under and he sits on the seat. I poke my tongue up into his wet, pissed out hole. He clamps for a minute then relaxes his muscles, allowing his hole to open and my tongue to go deep. It’s glorious, feeling Ross now repeatedly squeezing down on my tongue with his hole. And while he tastes of my piss—there is nothing left in him for me to drink. “Give it to me.” He knows what I want. His ass flowers open and the rose bud emerges—engulfed in my mouth. He pulls it back into him and then gives it to me again. It is such a mind fuck for him to be fucking my ovaled mouth with his guts. I stop stroking my dick or it will go off. Ross keeps it up, until it is just too much for both of us. We get up and drink from our water tumblers…and he tells me he needs to piss. “Don’t waste it.” I get in the sling. He stands and coats my hairy ass crack with a massive clear piss stream. He plays it over my balls and hole, with an occasional splash up on my cock and stroking hand. Soon the stream peters out, and I tell him to clean me up. He gets down on his knees and begins to lick it up. He cleans my balls. He lovingly gathers every drop clinging to the hair in my crack, slurping noisily. Then he begins to drill his tongue into my hole. He tosses me his poppers…I ignore them for a moment…and then I crack open the bottle. A hit…and it’s amazing. His tongue is incredible. He keeps spitting onto my hole so he has more to lick up. I hold my cock straight up. It takes a ton on concentration, but I begin to piss. My cocks a fountain coating my balls before it drips—and soon runs—down my crack. Ross licks up every drop he can… * We have played for over two hours. Ross is back in the sling. It’s breeding time. I have worn his ass out with my hands, but he can still take dick. And he wants the load. I give it to him gladly. Deep. Letting every blast rock my body… On the original post is a link so you can see pictures of his ass on previous posts: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/ross-in-full-bloom.html

Thank you. He is welcome back in my playroom whenever he can make it.

I sure try!!

Fuck, yeah!

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

I really love doing what needs to be done to get a man's hole up to potential.

Thank you. Hopefully some day you will....

My Playroom—January, 2021 I self isolated for my two weeks after my bookstore adventure. All was fine. I had been seeing a fair amount of the Ginger Bear at his home, but now that I was pretty sure things were back to normal, I invited him down to see the playroom. I usually travel—as a fisting bottom’s cleanout and a road trip are not a great combo. But I live closer now—and he wanted to get out of the house. He arrived as I was reducing the heat on our late lunch (for after our play) to a low simmer. I showed him around the duplex—and then down the stairs to the playroom. I left him to strip off and went back up to my bedroom to do the same. In jock and boots, and a robe to get through the sun porch, I went back down stairs and shut the door… The Ginger Bear is just straightening up from stowing his clothes in the bottom drawer. I hang my robe on the knob. GB sits on the bed and pulls me by the hips closer to him. He buries his face in the stained fabric of my Fukdto jock. He inhales and sighs. I am getting hard. The helmet head of my stiffening prick pokes out the side. He licks it, concentrating on the piss slit. I pull back the fabric pouch and let all of it bounce out. His attention to the slit is making me achingly erect. He takes about half my dick down his throat, getting it good and wet. We move rapidly to the fuck bench. The Ginger Bear only has a sling, so he likes the variety. I kneel behind him and lick his furry hole. I stroke my cock the entire time I eat him out and am more than ready to fuck. I stand. The head disappears. I inch the shaft into him—until it all disappears. He groans as I bottom out. I know to wait. I do a Kegel squeeze—making my dick head swell and pulse inside him. He begins to pant—and I know I can fuck. I pull out slowly and move back in at the same speed. “Look up,” I tell him. “Look in the mirror.” His head comes up. His eyes widen and he grins as he watches himself get used on the bench. I pick up the pace. The flat of my hand connects with his full butt cheek, giving a ringing slap of flesh on flesh. His hole spasms and milks my dick—so I do it again. I pull out and let him taste his ass on my cock. I fuck some more…soon working the egg headed dildo into place. I add my cock sliding the underside of my dick over the ridged shaft. He is feeling full. And loving it. I fuck. I pull out. I bring the base of the toy up and my cock goes back in, but this time under the toy—letting the top of my cock enjoy the ridges. I switch once more, pulling the toy down and I slide in on top of it. My cock head keeps banging on the egg head—making him shudder in pleasure. We switch to the sling. I rim a little. I send a couple of spurts of piss on to his wet hole. I lick that up, too. I stand up and slide my cock into him. He is looking at the entry in the mirror above. Then his eyes close and he floats away into his own world of sensation as I fuck him. * I serve him some water, still in the sling. I move on to the speculum. He likes the cool metal in his hot hole. He really loves the stretch as I crank it open. My finger keeps snaking into his ass, touching his prostate, giving him the best kind of shivers. Then it’s my cock pressing the speculum open a little farther to let my dick invade his abused ass. I fuck—enjoying the metal/flesh combination around my swollen penis. Once the speculum comes out, I grease up my hands. After all this, my left slips easily into place. I pull out and have to work a little harder to get my right hand in. But then it goes—smoothly—letting his ass lips snap shut around my wrist. I alternate hands. I stroke my dick with whatever hand is not in him. I stand up and fuck. Swift and deep. My balls slapping onto him. I pull out…and the left hand fingers go in. My cock travels down my wrist and into his stretched hole. I don’t get the whole hand and dick in him together…but this is a great start. The Ginger Bear’s eyes are wide as he watches it all in the mirror. * I have switched to the chain. GB likes the weight of it in his gut. I like it when I add my dick in over it—feeling the links on my cock. I go back to just my hands. I finally grab the big toy—the 12 inch dildo that has a great handle for me to guide it. The Ginger Bear takes the head like a champ. I slowly push until he feels the first full stretch of the three bulges on the shaft. He groans…and I can feel that I need to back up. I do. I re-lube. Again he takes the head. We glide over the first bulge—and into the valley after it. I pause and lock eyes with him. “More?” He nods. I let him take a hit of poppers. I back it up, leaving just the tip in his ass. It goes forward. Up the first bulge and down—and we stop at the biggest part of the second swelling. I rotate it inside him. And pull it out very, very slowly—letting his ass feel every undulation caused by the shaft. I lube it up again. His ass welcomes it in. The head. The first bulge and then to where we stopped at the biggest swelling of the second. A slight push and we are into the valley beyond. I pause and rotate the toy again. I grease one more time. I let him do a hit—and the toy moves slowly in, deep into bowels. The head—now with ease. The first, the second—and yes, all the up and over the third bulge. It bottoms out inside him. The Ginger Bear’s whole body shakes as he has a massive internal orgasm… * We left it there. His hole was done. Much better to clean up a little and go upstairs for lunch. Find the original here--and in an adjacent post, an equipment close up of the big toy: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/06/the-ginger-bear-takes-almost-entire.html

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

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

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

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You got it.

I moved in November of 2020. I wrote an entire illustrated post about my new playroom. If you want to look at that, it is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/equipment-close-up-new-playroom.html My (New) Playroom—November, 2020 We had chatted. I think he’d first sent me a tug on AssPig. But other than saying we’d like to meet sometime, nothing had ever come of it, as he was quite far north in Michigan. Well, I have moved closer to some of the bigger mid-Michigan cities. In November, this young man was looking for some play and wanting to make the drive. He had been staying home and doing nothing but playing with his toys all fall. We arranged a date near the end of the month. He brought J-Lube. I washed all my toys one more time as they had been wrapped in towels for the packing. He arrived a little late—but let me know each step of the way. I had seen him on many guy’s certifications, so I knew he was accomplished at both topping and bottoming for fist. He was not yet 30 years old, maybe six foot tall—and carrying some extra Covid weight. He was hairy all over. And eager. He checked his cleanout, while I grabbed some water…and down we went for the inaugural play in the new set-up. Barry compliments me on the set up. He pulls a squeeze bottle of J-lube out of his bag. I set it by the sling. Barry kneels—and begins to nuzzle my jock. “Let me suck that.” He swallows me down and lets me thicken in his throat. Suddenly, he has a lot more dick lodged in his throat than he bargained for—he pulls off me, gasping for air. He gives good head, but never tries to deep throat me again. I want to taste his ass—and tell him to get on the fuck bench. He does. I pull apart the large hairy ass cheeks and sink in. He loves my tongue—and says so repeatedly. I lube myself as I rim—so in one swift movement I can stand up and sink my dick into his now open, and wet, hole. I slide in until I am grinding my pubes against him. “That is a big dick. Fuck!” I hold. I fuck. He does poppers and is instantly taking me as if it were a breadstick. I pound his ass, pull out and move to let him suck me again. But I have misjudged the placement of the bench—and I can’t fit between the mirror and the end of it. I make a mental note to move it—and go back to fucking. I grab and egg headed dildo. He takes it easily, too. A little less so as my cock pushes in to join it. But he relaxes with a popper’s hit. And then begins to moan as my cock goes over the ribbed shaft of the toy—stretching his already stretched hole. I fuck him again with just me. And once more as a DP with the toy. He is ready to get off his knees so we move to the sling. No stirrups for him. He loves his bare feet against the poles of the frame. I rim. I fuck with deep thrusts. I fuck him by standing still and pulling the sling forward—then pushing it back. Barry takes over, pushing against the poles to move back and then impaling himself on my engorged dick. Hard and fast. He slows and stops. I go back to hip thrusts—and inserting 2 fingers along the top of my cock. He takes me easily. Barry huffs poppers—and I now have 4 fingers along the top of my cock. I pull out and sink to my knees. I plant my full face into his wet ass crack. I lick and spit—and reach for the thick black butt plug. I love having the toys so close to the sling. I spit one last time, j-lube up the plug and work it in. His ass snaps down on the small end. I pound on the base of the toy—sending reverberations through his hole, through his whole body. It comes out. Dick goes back in. Then the left hand. Easily. Right hand. With a little work. Left. Right. Left with two fingers of my right added by sliding them down my wrist into him. Now the right and two fingers of the left. Left with three. Left with four. Right hand slides in and forms a fist deep in his bowels. I go back to just fucking him. “I like your hands—but I love your cock,” he grunts out. I tell him how good his ass feels…taking his mind off the fact that my left hand has replaced my cock—and then my cock slides into my open palm. His eyes are suddenly riveted to the mirror above him. “Both…” he mumbles. “I’m jerking myself in your guts.” He just groans and takes a huff. I move my hand over the knob of my cock. It feels terrific. I do this time and time again…speeding up the hand movement just a little on each repeat. * With his delays, we are running a little short of time. “Will you breed me? I really want you to…” “Sure.” I pull my hands out of him, swipe a towel down his ass to get rid of excess J-lube and bury my face once more in his ass cleft. My cock spasms. And I know it will be easy to breed this boy. I stand up. Slide in. I look in his eyes as I begin to pump. “Shoot it,” he hisses. I grab his poppers, take one long hit—and fire off a week’s worth of cum into his stretched out hole… * He showered, thanked me and hit the road pretty fast. I sent him a text thanking him for making the trip…and have not heard from him since… The origianl of that post is here: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/inaugurating-new-playroom.html

If there was always cake involved, maybe I would like anonymous cumdump scenarios more than I do.

Congrats! Well done!! Jerking my dick inside a hot ass is something I can do with a number of my regulars. It is such an incredible mind fuck for both parties involved. I have two men who can take a punching--and the same two can take both my collapsible hands at the same time. I love having regulars for Fist--this, to me, is how you grow with them. Neither are, currently, big on depth--but that is where we are setting our own goals to challenge that.

I noticed that, too. But I have their letter--all about refunds or letting it be applied to 2022.

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

I got the notice this morning, that with the uptick in cases, WetNHot has been cancelled. The resort has to follow the county rules on masking and distancing.

I did the same. Sticky--and too sweet. I have had a man who loved to put hard candies in his ass--and he would feed them to me as he sat on the rim seat. M&M's may not melt in your hand, but they do melt in an ass--not just in your mouth...

My Playroom—October, 2020 We found each other on AssPig. We had talked for months. Jay was young, early 30’s and terrifically tall and lean. And hairy. And, from his talk, a true pig. And suddenly we were under the gun—he was moving west, far enough away that it would be hard to connect. So we met… I go up the stairs to the playroom. I have sent him up before me. I am in my leathers—as he asked me to be. I open the door. He is on his knees—looking up at me in anticipation. He is in a leather jock, chaps, boots and harness. I walk to him and stand with the pouch of my dirty jock inches from his face. My hand goes to the back of his head—and I pull him into the pouch and the mound of hardening cock it tries to hide. He inhales deeply and begins to tongue me through the fabric. His teeth pull the fabric away and my cock bounces out, slapping him in the face. He grunts and takes me into his mouth. He gives great head. I let him set the tempo…and then grab his head and fuck his mouth. I pull off of him. We are both panting. He leans in and gets my balls sopping wet. Then back to my cock. Back and forth. I need to taste him. I tell him to get on the fuckbench. He scrambles up on it and wiggles his ass in anticipation. My tongue plunges in. He tastes of soap and sweat. I eat him out for a very long time. I stand up. My cock slaps his upturned ass. I poke at his hole…and then slide in. I bottom out and he groans. I fuck him with short strokes—and then increasing in length. “Let me taste my ass.” I pull out, move around and feed him my cock. He licks me clean of all his ass juices. I fuck him again—and then grab the eggheaded dildo. He takes the toy easily—but not me with it. I pull it out and just fuck him again. We change to the sling—after he discards his harness. I eat his juicy ass again. I make it juicier with a shot of piss. My tongue pushes all the pale liquid that is clinging to his ass hair into his now puffy hole. He loves this—and tells me so. I fuck him a long time. I change up with the big black butt plug. I work it in…and slap the base of it with my fist, feeling it jiggle in his butt. The poppers open—and then I do it again and he groans in sheer pleasure. We break as he wants to lose the chaps. Once they are in a pile on the floor, he hops back in the sling and I rim and fuck his now sloppy hole. I do a few lateral stretches with my eight fingers. He likes this and tells me so. I go back and forth between tongue, cock and fingers. The speculum is next. I crank it open easily. My fingers snake in and stroke his prostate. He tells me he’s had a speculum…but no one has ever played with him while it’s open. I grin—and stroke it again—then stand up and slide my cock into the opening the speculum has made. He pants. His cock twitches—getting half hard again. We break on the bed. A brief spooning. Suddenly he rolls over and finds my cock with his mouth. He leaves some deep throat saliva and then impales himself on me. I watch our reflection in the large mirror behind the bed—showing me how hot my dick looks going into his ass from an entirely different perspective. We go back to the sling. I eat his freshly fucked hole. “I have to piss…” he groans. “Do it.” “You want it…?” “Piss yourself. Let me taste it.” He lets go—so it all sluices down his hairy ass crack and onto my tongue. I have to keep swallowing or drown. When it lets up a little, I can poke some into his ass with my tongue. He groans and mutters things under his breath…of which I can only catch “...fucking pig….” I wonder which of us he means… I use the biggest toy on him—the one that reminds me of a perverted Christmas tree. He takes the ever bigger ridges of it easily. We fuck on the floor. Once with him on his knees. Another time with me on the rimseat mat. Only then do I begin to fist him…first on the bench, then the sling… I fuck between alternating hands: Left, Right, Cock. Left, Right Cock. And finally I work my cock into him with my left hand in place. He groans—looking up into the mirror above the sling. “I’m jerking off in your ass.” This sends another splash of his own piss all over his chest. * It’s time for the rimseat. I want to taste his now totally wrecked hole. I get him up and then have him lean into the sling. I piss his ass crack…with a few spurts deep into his butt. I move to under the seat. He sits. He toys with me. He lets me lick off whatever piss is clinging to the outside. Only then does he open his hole—for just a quick splash on my tongue. I groan. He lets go. It’s not a lot…but enough piss sluices out of him for me to make me take my hand off my cock. I clean him with my tongue. He gets up—unbidden—and rides my dick as I lie there. He knows to sit right back down on my face, giving me the dripping mess of his ass. “I need to breed you,” I mumble around the lips of the hole smashed on my face. He stands and pulls me up. He gets on the bench. I sink into him. I only need a few strokes to give him my load. I pant. Compose myself. And take the picture… There are pictures of his hot ass on the original post: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/05/working-over-jay.html

My Playroom—October, December 2020 and January 2021 The number of Covid cases in Michigan in October was quite low. I played more that month than any other in this horrible year, always talking a lot to my potential partners in how they were dealing with it all. Being basically retired, I could also isolate myself after each meet and monitor things. Keshawn has appeared a number of times in these pages. But I have never used his name. We met at CLAW one year in the middle of an orgy. We took turns on some very lucky men. If I am big, he is huge. We have fucked in tandem in Cleveland, and at Cum-Unions in both Chicago and Indy. Our usual MO is to move through a room full of bottoms and plunder as many as possible. Keshawn is also versatile. I have fucked him a number of times while his monster is up some hot ass. But we have never played one on one. He had been celibate all summer—and was incredibly tired of his own hand. We talked about a meet. He was more than ready. We thought about a third to give him a bottom, but decided against it. He was fine when I told him about the limited play I had been doing. He came up to be one of the last men in my old playroom—and then met me again two more times in my new digs. They were short meets—extremely focused on my making a meal of his ass and fucking his load out of that big cock. Keshawn is tall and well defined. As I age, I find it harder and harder to pin down how old someone is--he could be anywhere from 27 to 37. His ass is full. Very full. At the large gatherings, I had spent very little time with my tongue up him. That was about to change… It’s been a long drive for him. And he is now in the shower. Soon enough he emerges. He is as boisterous as ever as we chat as we go up the stairs to the playroom. He loves the arrangement of equipment. He tosses off the robe I lent him, revealing some designer backless underwear before kneeling on the padded floor. “Let me taste that Daddy dick of yours…” He doesn’t wait for me to remove it from my jock. He inhales the pouch and begins to mouth it. I am almost instantly erect as this young man chews the fabric, pulling it to the side with his teeth to get at the main course. He tongues the pre-cum out of my big slit. He takes me into his mouth—and I harden the rest of the way buried in his throat. I slowly fuck his face…until he gags. “So hot,” he gasps out around the cock in his mouth. I begin again, doing three shallow strokes and then go deep on the fourth. He gags again. Delighted. He stands and I kneel. I do well tonguing his swollen cock head…and a good three inches down his length—but to open wide enough, I don’t feel like I can cover my teeth. He doesn’t care. He uses my mouth for his pleasure. My hand finds his hot hole. The moment I touch his pucker, he pulls out of me and gets on the fuck bench. His ass is there in all its glory. Pic I kneel again and pull the globes apart. “Eat my hole. Rim me good…” My tongue connects. He reacts like I have given him an electric shock. His hand goes under the bench to his cock and begins stroking as I eat him out. I go up the whole crack with my tongue before zeroing in exclusively on his hole. I ream. I spit. I go deeper and deeper. I stand up and swipe my dripping cock head down his crack. “I want to push my pre-cum into you…” I tell him. He groans and beats harder. My tongue loves the added flavor. I pull his cheeks apart again. He has the softest skin of any man I know. Finally I have to fuck him. I stand up. I go in. Slowly. The old inch by inch. Until I am buried. Until my unruly reddish bush is flatten against his ass cheeks. “Fuuuuucccckkkk…” he hisses. I hold. I pull out just as slowly. Now I go in faster. And faster. Soon I am pile driving his ass. He is vocal with every thrust. Calling me a dirty fucker. Making low guttural noises. Or just panting. And he beats his cock. I pause and pull out. I think he likes ass to mouth…and then he commands me to “Bring that thing up here” before I can take the first step. He cleans me off, relishing my spit and his ass juices all over my hard shaft. I go back to fucking. I fuck him harder. And do another trip to his mouth. Again, thoroughly cleaned and spit shined. This time I kneel and relish the anal lube his ass is producing. My tongue can’t get enough of his ass slime. I stand up. And surprise myself by pissing on his hole. He gasps—and goes with it…especially when I fall to my knees and lick it all up—pushing some deep inside him. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. He huffs some poppers—and cleans every millimeter of my cock and balls. We break for a moment to rest his legs. We move to the sling. I fuck him slowly and easily. His eyes never leave the mirror above him. Nor his hand from his oversized prick. I finally speed up and make the chains rattle. We try a cock clean, but the position is awkward. I eat his fucked out hole. I rail into…and eat it out again. Over and over. We have a water break. I suggest the rimseat. I tell him to use his poppers freely. His hole opens and as the seat spreads him. I have a feast…almost feeling smothered by the big bootie filling the space above me. He is moaning and panting the entire time my tongue works tirelessly to fuck his used hole. He gets up without any warning. “I almost shot,” he confesses. As he helps me up—his hand grazes my ass—then settles on the crack for a long moment. Part of me wishes I could help him out—but there would be no way with his massive dick. And he doesn’t ask—instead he eagerly gets in the sling. “Fuck my cum out of me. Pile drive my ass, Daddy…” It doesn’t take long. I pound his hole. Balls slapping his ass on every stroke. And suddenly he fires it off. The first shot hits his neck. The rest pools on his abs. I am so close, but not quite there…I mop up his cum, coat my cock and push back in, Keshawn’s eyes wide. I blast instantly with all his slickness coating my cock. Again and again. Keshawn visited twice more in the coming months. The other two meets were almost identical. But he always left a very happy man… The orignal post is here--with a great picture of his ass: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/04/keshawn-seeks-my-brand-of-covid-relief.html

My Playroom—September, 2020 We’d been talking online forever. I was pretty sure that talk was all that this one would ever be—after all there was an almost 40 year age difference. But we kept talking. We loved the same things— juicy, cumfilled fucks. Loads shot down the throat. And most of all piss—anywhere and everywhere. And then on the last day of the month, he asked to come to the playroom. We talked about covid. He never left his college apartment, where he lived alone, as all his classes were virtual. I told him about meeting the guys in their playroom…which was just shy of two weeks ago. He was fine with that. He asked that we not use names. I would be Daddy. I was to call him Boy or Urinal. I was fine with that. It actually made my dick twitch. Then he asked if this meet could just be oral. (I was guessing he’d stopped his PrEP as he was not hooking up.) Normally, I might not have agreed to no fucking, but the lure of a piss pig was too strong. It was the right decision. He arrives right on time—and needing to piss. We go right upstairs and strip. The boy is tall and lanky. He could almost be me at 24, thin, toned not muscular, shaggy hair, slightly hairy chest, and a big hard dick pokes out of the side of his jock. He goes barefoot. I am in a dirty jock and boots. “Come here, Boy.” I point to between my spread legs as I lean on the fuck bench. “Suck my dick.” “Yes, Daddy.” He kneels between my boots. He inhales. And begins to mouth the dried piss and cum on the jock. He groans. He fists his growing dick. I just have to touch his arm and he knows to stop jerking himself. He concentrates on me. He takes me down effortlessly. This Boy has talent. And I tell him so. I finally stop him. He rocks back on his heels, looking at my engorged, red dick. “Beautiful, Daddy.” I thank him by sending a short blast of piss across his face. The blast covers his face. The second spurt goes into his open, begging mouth. I push my cock into his piss filled mouth and face fuck him…making him drool some piss down his chest. He whimpers. A whimper that tells me he loves it. “Get on the fuck bench. I need to at least eat that ass.” He clambers up as he says, “Daddy, the next time we meet, I promise you will fuck me with that beautiful Daddy Dick.” His ass is magnificent. It is the perfect bubble butt. There is some hair in the crack—and quite a bit right around his hole. The jock frames it perfectly. My cock so wants to poke into that pucker. But I kneel and settle for my tongue. I lick the length of the crack. I tongue fuck him. I travel down his hairy taint, pull the jock away and lick his balls from behind. I suddenly feel it. I stand and shoot a spurt of piss on his ass crack. “Yes!” he crows. “Give it to me.” I am already back on my knees and licking it all up. I swallow most of it. And push some into his tight boy hole. “I need to piss so bad—but I’m too hard,” he moans. I tell him to get up. He does and instantly goes to his knees and swallows me down. “Don’t forget my balls.” Boy moves off my dick and takes one after the other into his mouth. I stop jerking and will myself to piss a little. I get the tiniest drizzle to run down my shaft and over my balls—which he laps up with tiny grunts in the back of his throat. We break long enough to drink a bottle of water each. “Sling time.” He gets in. I stand between his legs—and instantly shoot out a stream that first hits his mouth and then covers his chest. “Yesssssss!” he sighs. He scoops up some with the palm of his hand and dribbles it into his mouth. I lap up what has landed on his sizable cock. He squirms. “Does Daddy suck Boy dick?” I don’t answer. I give him head that makes him squirm. I stop when I see his balls tightening. Now I go to his ass. His hand goes to his cock. I stop and look at him. He lets go and grabs the D-rings of the sling. I love how open his hole is now—almost like a dick had been in it. I tongue fuck him. Then I give him a quick, short piss squirt and go back to eating it. I hand him the blindfold. He puts it on. I lick his entire body. I piss on his pits—splashing some into his mouth as well. I lick it up. I move to the other pit and do it again. I cover his cock and lick it off, careful not to take him into my mouth. Then it is back to his wet ass. “Daddy, I have to…piss…” and before he gets the last word out, he is pissing all over himself—his now semi hard pointing right at his mouth. I grab his dick and point it straight up where his piss rains down on his pubes and balls—and begins to sluice down his ass crack. I swallow it down. It is incredibly sweet. When I have had enough, I stand up and rub my cock around on the wet crack of his ass. I bring it to his mouth. He hungrily cleans my cock of his own piss mixed with mine. I take off the blindfold and get him out of the sling. We drink a little more. He kneels and I truly feed him a piss load down his throat. He is on the verge of shooting as I do it. I clamp down and stop myself from emptying it all down his throat. “Stand up and lean into the sling.” He does. I tell him I’m going to piss his crack—and then he’s going to sit on the rimseat. I cover his bubble butt with the last of my piss load, directing most of it to the hairy crack. I lie down and shut the seat down. He sits—carefully—this is a first for him. His ass rains piss down on my face. He moans loudly as my tongue finds what was once a pucker and is now becoming a slit—even without fucking. This is doing it for me. I have to stop jerking my dick to make sure I will give it the Boy. “Daddy—that feels so good.” His hole opens more. My tongue goes deeper. “It’s just like you’re fucking me.” I grunt, lost in the moment. “I promise to come back so you can breed me…” I tongue fuck him. Hard. I wish that he could piss again—I so want to be covered as he is sitting there. Without warning he stands up. He kneels between my legs and takes my cock into his hot mouth…and before I know it, I am giving him my load. I shoot and shudder and hold him in place. Not that he is going anywhere. When I finally let him go—he still stays there, making sure he has every drop. We get up. He whispers “May I cum?” “Of course. How can I help?” “Eat my boipussy some more.” He gets in the sling—where there are still puddles of piss on the leather. He jerks and I eat. He shoots—like 24 year olds do—copious and very white—all over himself. He doesn’t expect me to lick it up. Or feed him some cum off my fingers. But he is glad I do… The Original is here: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2021/01/daddy-i-have-topiss.html

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