FelchingPisser

Freeze your own--and suggest to your top to use it at your next hookup. Most love to fuck in cum.

I am hoping he will be returning to the playroom this fall. He's overdue for more.

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

Thanks! And thanks for telling me---I always wondered if anyone did make the jump to the original when there are pics....

Thanks. The next post is about his return to the playroom. Your comment has spurred me on to get it posted today.

I will be happy to share that info in a private message.

Well, I love to eat hole before, during and after a fuck!

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

I don't JO often, but when I do I have been freezing it for later play. Chunks of melting frozen cum are a great way to make a hole sloppy when I'm about to fuck...

I think I would-- if I found my doppelganger in the communal sling at the bathhouse. It's a slim ass--so I think my big ol' dick would look really good going into it. But once we were done, it would be more fun to go off and tag team other bottoms--constantly switching holes and cleaning each other's cocks as we plowed....

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

Thank you! And there is so much you could have added....

Yes, indeed. He's one of my favorites!

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