FelchingPisser

The more hair in an ass crack the better. I am always trying to braid it all with my tongue. Honestly either is fine--as long as it is natural. NOT shaved.

Chicago—February, 2020 The last day of February I returned to Chicago to see Zane, the scent pig, again. There was to be a huge sex party at his place hosted by his house mates. Being a polite pig, I took the fuck bench and rimseat as Zane told me they had more than enough slings. And indeed they did. The entire house was converted to play areas. We set up the fuck bench in the basement where there were two slings and a huge bed. The rimseat was put in the biggest bedroom. I helped put protective covers on the furniture in the main living area. Zane and I made up the bed we’d shared on my first trip—and that I would sleep on that night—after dozens of men had fucked on it. I ate a little, stripped to my jock and boots before going up to the attic room where I had played with Zane earlier in the month. I stretched out on the bed and closed my eyes while the hosts cleaned up and out. I may have truly fallen asleep, for the next thing I was aware of was feeling Zane nuzzle the mound of cock in my grungy Fukdto jock… He stops, and looks up at me as I open my eyes. Zane, still in jeans and a tee, grins and goes back to licking the piss and cum stained fabric. Now I can begin to smell it—as he reactivates the dried juices. He slides up and over me to deliver a kiss—the acrid taste of myself and countless others on his tongue. “I thought I might find you up here,” he whispers in my ear. I hear noises downstairs. Guests must be arriving. Zane kisses me again and goes back down to suck my cock. “You know,” I tell him, “we should be doing this in public downstairs.” “Yup—let’s go make them hard.” I follow him down to the kitchen. Men are everywhere. I’m likely the oldest of the group. And the only one all but naked. Everyone is having a cocktail, fully dressed. Zane leads me into the kitchen and kneels by the stove. Everyone has to pass us to get to the bar—and get an eyeful of my engorged dick now in Zane’s mouth. A number of the men chuckle or give me a thumbs up as they pass. Two different men stop and ask to take a turn—so Zane comes up to kiss me or lick my pits as the new guy works on my dick. A cute blond of maybe 30 is the first to strip down. He is the third guest on my dick. This time Zane indicates he needs to help out at the bar—so I am left with the blond. Eventually he comes up for air. “Please tell me you fuck?” I nod. We agree to go down to the basement play area. It’s cold—the heat is just beginning to take the edge off the temperature down there. He kneels by the huge bed and continues to get my cock wet. I tell him to kneel on the bed. He does—and I devour his downy haired ass. He groans and tells me to “get his pig hole wet.” I surprise him with the vigor of my tongue fucking. Other men come down the stairs. Both slings are now being used. I stand up and slap my drooling dick slit down his crack. It’s work to get into him, but I do. I fuck—but in moments the boy apologizes and tells me he is just not ready for a cock my size. “Please find me later.” I leave him sprawled on the bed, ass up and ready for someone smaller. I go upstairs. Everyone is now naked or in fetish gear. I refill my water bottle and head all the way up. The bed I was napping on is now a seething mass of mostly naked bodies. Men are fucking, sucking and rimming. The sling up here is full too, and ringed with men jerking to the action. There have to be at least 50 men in this house—and maybe more. I join the dog pile on the bed by sticking my cock in a bear’s mouth as a hot youngster is fucking him. The top nods to me saying, “Feed him that cock—and then come fuck him.” We flip around. I am thrilled the bottom loves ass to mouth. I fuck—and then feed him his ass juices on my dick. I come around to fuck once more. “Stick it up me this time,” mumbles the top—so I do. I stand and let him fuck the bear and himself on me. I go down a floor and eat freshly fucked ass on the guest room bed. There is a bottom on each of the four sides…all in doggy. One top is rotating through them all. I follow by first eating out the man he just fucked and giving him a few strokes with my cock, too. I love that the first man we both fucked is now so hard he is making the rounds with us, fucking the other bottoms… * An hour later, I find Zane on my fuck bench. A beefy bear is plowing him. I go over and feed him my cock, the dick that has been in so many asses I’ve lost count. He slurps me noisily and gladly. I notice the top working his own mammoth nipples. I lean over and take one in my mouth. I lightly chew on his distended flesh. And it works. He loads Zane with much puffing and a strangled cry at the back of his throat. I move around and clean his cock—saving all the juices to share with Zane. The bear stands and watches us kiss and swap the cum and ass juice back and forth. He is stroking his still hard cock as I move to felch some of his load out of Zane. I share this feast with Zane, too. I stand up to fuck. The top watches me, cock in hand, sink into Zane’s sloppy hole. I begin churning the remains of his load. “I’m gonna shoot again!” I pull out and he sticks his cock into Zane just before it goes off. Again I clean him and share, felch and share and fuck. This time Zane cleans the creamy cum off my dick and kisses the top so he can taste his own cum. “You like to eat ass?” he asks me. I nod. “Do mine.” I agree, but tell him I would rather use my rimseat. Zane smiles—and gets back on the bench as another man comes over to use him. The Bear and I go upstairs. I am the first of this crowd to get under my rimseat. The top who just gave Zane two loads sits. His ass is hairy and huge and blacks out my vision. I push and prod my way into his tight hole. I hear him crack open some poppers. He huffs—and his hole flowers open. I lick and spit and prod him with my tongue. His cock is still hard. (Bless Trimix!) He strokes it. Soon he has a cock in his mouth as I rim his butt. And someone else’s mouth is on my wet cock The man on my cock stops sucking and sits on it. He rides me expertly. The top stands to feed the guy his dick. And I see it is the Blond from the start of the evening who is straddling me. With two dicks in him, he suddenly blasts a jet of cum all over my stomach. Reluctantly he gets off me, thanking me for a great ride. I taste his load. “Use that to fuck me.” It’s the top who I was just eating out speaking. I coat my cock with jizz and stand up. He leans against the bureau. Between my tongue, the poppers and the cum on my dick, I slide right into what was twenty minutes ago a super tight hole. He can’t take me for long, but I fuck at full strength. “I’m gonna shoot…” I pull out and kneel. He turns and coats my face and chest with his third load… * I fuck. I rim. I don’t suck much cock, except to clean it. I even have a lovely fisting moment late in the evening with a man I’ve known for years. It’s after midnight now—and we started at 8pm. Zane and I are working the sling in the upper area. Men are here, looking for a hole to get off in and go home. I constantly stop fucking and rimmng Zane to let some guy use him to drop his last load of the night. Zane’s hole is incredibly creamy now. Three friends find each other on the stairs—and see what I’m doing with Zane. Cocks come out. One after the other the three men stick their bigger than average black cocks in Zane and nut. They all watch each other cream—and me begin to eat their loads. “Look at that fucker go…” One of them presses on the back of my head, pushing my face into the creampied hole. He holds me there as I lick and swallow. I couldn’t pull away…if I’d wanted to. They leave. I stand up. My cock is throbbing. We both know it’s time. I sink into his over flowing hole. I lean down and drizzle some of their cum into his open mouth. I bend closer. “How many?” I whisper into his ear. “How many loads tonight?” He shrugs. “Twelve…?? Fifteen…??” I smile and fuck him harder. His eyes lock on mine. “But I haven’t gotten the one I want…” It’s my cue. I begin to shoot up his sperm drenched hole… Follow the link to see the original post and the reactions: [think before following links] [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/05/blog-post.html

Lansing—February, 2020 (This picks up right where the last post left off…) I need to stretch my legs after sucking the load out of the man with porn on his phone. I walk the length of the building to the big screen gay area. I sit in the shadows against the back wall and take my cock out. I take a long drink from my water bottle—for a moment it brings the taste of the last man’s cum to life before it washes it all away. My cock stands back up—and I lean back in my chair, shutting my eyes. I hear someone approach. I don’t open my eyes. I hear him kneel. He takes me in his mouth. It a sloppy blow job with lots of saliva. My cock adds some precum to all the extra spit in his mouth. I sense someone standing near my shoulder—watching, I assume. “You try,” the man between my legs says. “I can’t get him off.” The men change places. I will myself to keep my eyes shut. I want to keep it totally anonymous. This new mouth is not anywhere as experienced. He concentrates on my cock head and uses his hand on my shaft. His teeth connect on the ridge of my cockhead more than once. He, fortunately, gives up quickly. My cock is in the cool air for a moment. Just as I am about to move, another man kneels. Or is it the first guy again. There is lots of wet suction—but it feels slightly different. He also doesn’t take as much of my shaft into his throat. It must be a third man taking the bait. I hear the new guy sigh—and use my legs to help him get up from the kneeling on the hard concrete. “That’s a wonderful dick,” he says once he’s on his feet. “I’d sit on it if I’d known to clean today.” He shuffles off. I wait a moment and only then do I open my eyes. There is no one in the room with me. Perfect. * I go back to my original chair near the padded fuck table. The handsome foot guy returns. As much as I enjoyed his ministrations to my right foot, I decline his working on my left. He easily gets another man on the table and I like watching the new guy try to take the big dick deep into his throat. I am interrupted from being a voyeur by the man with the phone. He stands in the doorway and beckons me over. “Can you do me again?” he whispers. I nod and follow him. This time we hide out in the sling area. It goes down exactly the same way. I suck as much as I can of his thick cock into my mouth and he watches straight porn on his phone. It takes slightly longer, as it’s only been 45 minutes after his last ejaculation. But he’s every bit as hard. And the load seems just as big. The crowd in thinning when I emerge after his jizz is shot. I sit on a bench near the now deserted gloryholes to watch an orgy scene on the gay porn screen. My cock is out. Of course. A younger Black man finds me there. He is around 30, maybe 5’9” and rather stocky. He sits next to me. “I bet you’ve been busy,” he says, gesturing to my dick. “Yeah. More than my share, I guess. “Can I suck it?” I shrug an ‘of course.’ He sinks to his knees and takes me in his mouth. His tongue is velvety. I have rarely felt anything like it. And his mouth is big. He has all his teeth, but it feels like those guys who take out their plate or their dentures to suck. It’s heavenly. He comes up for air. I tell him how good it is. “Let me do your nuts.” He pulls my pants down to my knees and begins sucking and licking the swollen ball sack, pulling the strap of the jock aside. He licks my balls and then does huge swipes of my tongue across my perineum. He pauses—and then takes the pouch of my jock, which is bunched to the left of my cock, into his mouth. He groans. Finally, he stops. “You taste so good. Tell me you don’t use deodorant.” “Not at this time of year.” “I need to taste you.” He stands up. “Let’s go in here.” He pulls me up, and I waddle with my pants around my ankles to the padded fuck table where I had my foot worked on. He kneels and unlaces my boots and pulls them off. Then the pants. I take off the sweatshirt. I am naked but for jock and athletic socks. I expect him to go for my pits, but he tells me to lie down. He strips himself until he has nothing left on but dress socks and some brand of designer underwear I don’t recognize. I lie with my hands behind my head, pits exposed. He gets between my legs and sucks my cock. And my balls. Only then does he come up to lick my pits. And kiss me for the first time. His tongue is large—very large. And so supple and active. I love the acrid taste of my pits on it. So does here. He attacks them again. And again. “Roll over.” I do. I have never been so naked or vulnerable in a bookstore. He sits astride my thighs and gives me an expert back rub. I melt. He moves down, his hands kneading my butt cheeks. He bends. His tongue drills into my tight pucker. “Fucccckkkk…” I moan into my folded arms. After the initial taste, he won’t stop licking and prodding me with that massive tongue. Over and over again. He flips me so I am on my back. My thighs are now on his shoulders, so he can eat my hole that way. Neither of us like this angle, so I get on all fours. He buries his face in my ass. I groan and tell him to eat me out. A man comes in. He unzips and strokes. Eventually he offers me his cock. He fucks my face as my ass is tongued and eaten. The new guy gives me a load. I hold in it my mouth, guessing the man on my ass will want to share it with me. He does. I roll over and we both sit up to snowball it back and forth. And that does it. I’m going to cum. Finally. He is right there to take every drop as I explode all over his face and open mouth… Find the original post by following the link: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/kink-at-bookstore-hours-four-and-five.html

Lansing—February, 2020 (This picks up right where the last post left off…) As the well hung foot licker struts out the door, I roll over and grab my sock. My toes are still very wet. There is a roll of paper towel on a table under the screen, so I hop over to it and rip off a couple of sheets. As I sit and dry my foot, a series of hot men stream in and out of the room, never pausing on their hunt for cock or ass. Once fully dressed again, I go out looking myself. All the gloryholes seem to be in use—at least the doors are still shut. In the straight screening area there is a blow job happening—and older man servicing a cute college kid. The sling is empty. I continue back to the big screen gay area. Six men are standing behind the couch. Two are stroking erect dicks. They are watching a threeway suck fest on the couch—and perhaps surprisingly—one of participants is a woman. At least I think she is, but it may not be so. I don’t need to join this scene so I go back to sling. Sure enough, a man comes to see if I’m fucking someone. When he sees I am just stroking to the porn across the way he goes to his knees and takes me in his mouth. The man is likely my age, much shorter and a little stocky. Getting to his knees is an issue, but his mouth is heaven. He knows just how to suck me. Slow. Wet. Sensual. Reveling in the act of sucking cock, not trying to get me off in a minute so he can move on to another. He only stops when his knees give out. I offer to return the favor, but he has no need of my skills. ***** The threeway has dissolved on the couch in the gay area. But one of the watchers and strokers is still there, now stroking to the old and tired porn. He waves me over. I go. I kneel and suck his cock. It’s a nice cut seven incher. I work on his head, shaft and then his balls. This gets the biggest sigh of pleasure from him. After five minutes or so he leans forward. He catches sight of my cock. He pulls me up and gives me head. While not bad, he is nowhere near as good as what I just had. We continue to go back and forth, sucking each other and neither trying for orgasm. Just enjoying the feel of mouth on cock… ***** I am back next to the padded table where I had my foot sucked. A handsome man, tall, thick and with muscles showing through his tight t-shirt, comes in. He is at least six foot, Black, maybe 45 and has a very large wedding ring on his left hand that keeps catching the little light there is in this room. He moves to the other side of the table. Silence. “You suck, right?” I nod. “I saw you earlier on here.” He points to the table between us. “You want mine?” “Sure.” I stand up. “Not here,” he whispers fiercely. “Come on.” I follow him to the booths. He can’t get into any of them. So he leads me to the bathroom. There is no door here, just a curtain. I hope that will make him feel secure enough. “Now, suck this thing.” I go to my knees. He unzips. He pulls out a true beer can cock. It’s not long but incredibly thick. On my first try, I just get his head in my mouth. I will my jaw to open and it works. I take most of him in me. I hear him grunt. And then the sound of a girl moaning. I glance up. He has his phone out—holding it above my face, but he not filming me—he’s watching straight porn as the fag sucks him off. For a moment I’m put off—and then I find it kind of hot. I stretch my jaw open and take a little more of him. He likes this. He is even able to slightly thrust his cock into me. I can’t do much but be wide and wet. My tongue works the underside of his shaft. The girl on his phone screams out her climax. It’s his trigger. He shoots into my mouth. Rope after rope of thick, viscous cum. He pulls out of my mouth abruptly. A large dollop goes in my beard. He tries to move away from me, but my tongue snakes out to clean him up. “Well, shit….” He mumbles. He likes this after all. Has no one ever done this part to him? He stands willingly now, for me to clean up every drop. “That was great,” he says and tucks the phone into his back pocket. I give his cock more lick to get the final white pearl emerging from the big, black slit… (One more installment to cum…) As always, for the original post, copy the link: [think before following links] http://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/kink-at-bookstore-hours-two-and-three.html

Lansing—February, 2020 Zane, the scent pig, had invited me back for a big sex party in Chicago at the end of the month. By the middle of that last week of the month I became so horned I knew I had to blow a load before that event. I had just been to my usual bookstore with Braydon, so I headed a little farther away to the half bathhouse/half bookstore. I was there for just under five hours. I arrive right after lunch. The parking lot is nicely full. I am buzzed into the dark playland of slings, fuck tables and glory holed booths. I piss and lock my coat in a locker. I glance into the big screen gay area. It is empty save for one man jerking to grainy condomed porn. I continue to explore. The three screened straight area has at least half a dozen men, cocks out and stroking to the different films. I see the upper half of tall black man behind a high backed couch. He is holding someone’s leg. I can only guess he is plowing a hole. I make eye contact with him, smile and continue on my way. The GH booths, which now have doors instead of curtains, are packed. All are shut up and you can hear sex happening behind them. I go into the farthest and smallest room, where I always jerk to the bi-sexual porn to wake my cock up. I sit—and see the newest room, a darkish room with booths that are wide open. I let my cock stand up with the porn—and then go into the dark room. There is tall business type in a suit leaning against the wall with the ubiquitous cell phone. He taps it off as I lean against the wall opposite him. My cock is tucked behind the pouch of my jock, but dangling out the side. The man can’t take his eyes off it. I look at him and cup my balls. His hand dances over the mound beneath his suit pants. I take out my cock. I look right at him and slowly run my fist from wet head down the sticky shaft to my swollen balls. He unzips. It takes some work to get it out from tight underwear, but he bares a regulation six-incher with a lot of foreskin. I stroke. He works the skin off his cock head. Neither of us will make the first move. We stroke. And stare. Fuck it. I step towards him. That’s all it takes—he comes right to me. He bends and takes me in his mouth. It’s a horrible angle—but I let him suck me. He’s not going to kneel on this floor in that well tailored suit. He pulls off me. “Shit…” I know he’s going to blow a load. I sink to my knees and manage to get it all in my mouth. I have to swallow fast. He cums with the foreskin tight around his cock head. My tongue pokes in and he winces, retreating to the other side of the room to mop up. I thank him for the load. He grunts some appreciative noises. I go back and sit in the bisexual area. I stroke. Balancing my water bottle on the padded fuck table to my right. The tall Black guy I saw when I came in enters. He sits on the other side of the fuck table. Then stands to open his pants. He’s a good looking guy—anywhere between 30 and 45--tall and lean. A very long, slender cock plops out of boxer briefs. He sits and we stroke. He breaks the silence… “Do you like your feet licked?” “Sometimes.” “That’s what gets me going.” He pauses. “And you have big feet.” It suddenly twigs—when I walked in he wasn’t holding that leg up for a fuck but to lick. “I do,” I say, agreeing with him. “Take those boots off and let me suck your toes. You can suck my dick while I do it.” I think for a second. Why not? I take off my boots and the sock of my right foot as instructed. The pants have to come off, too. I slip the left boot back on and lie down on the table. He stands by the side and hoists my naked leg in the air. His wide mouth engulfs all my toes and over the ball of my foot. His tongue is velvety and loving. My cock drools at this different kind of body stimulation. I turn my head slightly towards him—and there is his hard cock—right in my face. I have to move only a fraction of an inch to suck him as he goes to town on my foot. His cock is long—but not too thick—which is perfect, for soon he is fucking my face. And I can take him all the way down. With my foot, he is now servicing each toe individually—sucking them like they were precious little cocks. It never tickles. He knows the pressure to apply to make it incredibly sensual. Now as much of my foot is in his mouth as he can take. Only then does his hand run down my bare ass crack. But it’s an accident. A mere brush with his fingers. He has no interest in my ass at all. He pulls my foot out of his mouth. He is panting. And the speed of his mouth fucking is picking up. I pull off his dick and go for his sweaty balls. I can’t believe how fragrant they are from his sexual exertions. “Yessss…” he hisses and dives back onto my foot. He is all but gagging on it now. I find his cock head and get it to my mouth just in time. He explodes. A big creamy load. He keeps all five toes in his mouth until his cock starts to wilt between my lips. I lick him clean and he gently, almost reverently, lays my leg back down on the padded table. “Thank you, thank you!” he enthuses as he does up his fly. “Give me half an hour and I’ll do your other foot.” Off he goes, leaving me lying half naked on the fuck table, my cock dripping, my foot sopping wet and a dollop of his cum in my beard. End of the first hour. Lots more to cum…

He made 6 movies in 1983 and 84. And that's all I could find out about him.

Yes. Michael Braun is the bearded man. Jim Rogers is his boyfriend who is willing to try tea room sex. It was directed by the great Al Parker and Steve Scott.

Oh, yes! had a magazine of stills from Dangerous. It's available from BijouWorld

I love for my boys to do ATM--and not just after the fuck. My padded fuck bench is set up so I can circle it easily. Fuck him, have him clean me up, fuck him some more...on and on. If there are three of us playing, then both holes can be used easily and we keep rotating around the lucky bottom.

If I don't kiss you...how are you going to taste the load I just dumped in your ass?

I was just about to type a response--and Read1's came in. This is pretty much what I was going to say. It is the surprise factor that I hate. If I know you only sell, I might move on, or not, depending....but I need to know that from the first sentence.

I know which I would prefer...

I saw the same one's BearBandit posted about it in 2013. Wonton instead of wanton Bet it know should be Be it known.... But the more I think about this, I wouldn't mind having bareback sex followed be some really great wontons....which I could eat with abandon...

I think my tongue was a little more in my cheek than you took it...

And it still has the two typos in it......

I have had good luck with Middle Eastern Men in Toronto. Even hunting the holy grail: a Middle Eastern bottom.

It is so hard to know. When I am at a leather weekend or go the piss party in Chicago or head to Toronto for Fukdto, I fuck a ton of guys. Sometimes it can be 20 to 25 different men and sometimes it's more like 12 to 15--as I keep fucking the best 6 or 7 more than once over the four or five hours I'm at the event. I can fuck forever. And the length of play makes for a massive load when I finally decide who is going to get it.

The July release from Lucas Entertainment was called Barebacking Brent Everett. (For those of us with condom issues....)

My second load went into a young man who had made himself my fuck boy for the evening. He gave me his ass repeatedly, found other men for me to fuck and did incredible atm on my cock as I pulled out of those other men's holes---how could I not give him my load?

I had a blast at that March party--and fucked Dolf repeatedly throughout the long evening. He made for some damn good felching, being the center of attention. I finally bred him myself. So many great men there...I think many of us realized that we wouldn't be doing anything like it again for quite some time.

For me, it's a grand mix. I have regulars--but I have enough that, before Covid, I was seeing them no more than once a month. Which still left me time for a big dose of one timers, usually at a bookstore or bathhouse. There are men I enjoy the connection and growth of play. Others just need my load and I never need to see them again.

It seems to work on Asspig just fine.

As are the Waterbuddies in Chicago.

I don't sell it...but I wear jocks to fill with my cum and/or piss for my blog readers. I have them send the jock to me so it can be the correct size in case they want to wear it when I'm done. I also have them send me a jock of the same type in my size--which often works out to be about the same price as the postage I will spend on getting the ripe jock back to them. They request what juices of mine they want. I take pictures of the jock's destruction along the way. It's good blog fodder--and I love the idea that I have a number of men around the world wanking off to my smell as they read the blog.

Absolutely. I can't imagine fucking an ass without rimming. Before, during and after the fuck. I love how the hole changes as my tongue and cock repeatedly invade it. Loosening it, making it mine for the playtime. Felching my own load (and sharing it with those bottoms who love to snowball) is my biggest fetish. And I love tasting another man's cock and load in a used hole, just as much as my own. The most intimate sex act I can think of is the two of us rimming each other in a 69 and then kissing--tasting our asses on each other's tongues... And don't get me started about men with prolapsed rosebuds who can push their cummy holes actually into my mouth...