FelchingPisser

I was there for the September party--a GREAT time. I had guys in the public sling, two private slings in rooms and 2 different public fuck benches. One of the best scenes was a guy in a gloryhole booth. The booth is the perfect size for a guy to bend over and press his ass against one hole and suck the cock coming through the hole in front of him. He just kept turning--so guys were going from his ass to mouth and back to ass.....

I like them on my bottoms. Especially those who have to touch themselves ALL the time.

If it's a guy I don't know, I usually ask--along the lines mentioned above--"You want this load, boy?" I do think a guy should be ready to take a load if he's going to make the step into barebacking. I have a lot of control before I cum---but many guys don't.

If the lube is cum--absolutely---pre-lube it for me. If you are injecting other lube up your butt, just make sure it's a brand that has little or no taste...as my mouth needs to be there for a bit first....

Be my guest....I love that!

Absolutely. I love to show off---and encourage other men to use the hole I'm fucking--for my felching pleasure....

I went to my profile and added it back in. The field is there, but blank.

You have no location in your profile. I have luck finding guys into WaterSports on both BBRT and Asspig.

I posted a blog post on felchingpisser.blogspot.com site at about 9:15 tonight. It did not show up here...I know you had it linked before..

I think it did define me...more than I knew at the moment. There was only one other man in the room when I lost my virginity and I had no idea how big my cock was or wasn't. I had told him I wanted to be fucked--I loved the idea of giving myself to a man. I was rock hard from the moment the door closed. We got naked. He took one look at me sprawled on the bed, palmed my penis and said, "This is a waste." He promptly spat on it and sat on my cock. I figured out in the next few minutes who I was---watching the amount of pleasure I was giving him as he rode me. I did try to get fucked later in the evening. Hated it. And never looked back--though I still like the idea of it...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2014 The rest of April was all about CLAW. I posted my escapades daily—within 12 to 18 hours of the sex. If you missed them, you can fine the first one here. I love CLAW— where you have literally 100’s of gay men in three hotels all looking for sex all the time—but even better for me, are the play parties in a great dungeon space. CLAW is well worth a trip to Cleveland at the end of April. When I came home, I really didn’t want to play—the sex had been that good. I didn’t hang out much on the hook up sites. I did check them each morning, but anyone I saw on there was not inspiring me to set up a meet. One gentleman was always on Asspig whenever I checked for overnight messages. We chatted. I had a history with this man. We’d met once about 7 years ago. I tag teamed him with a top I was playing around with at the time. I was less than impressed. There was no real kink (if a jet Black guy and a pale white guy sharing one man’s hole is your everyday occurrence.) He wanted to meet again. He was now into fisting. And he was begging for my piss. But I was sated. I didn’t feel like it for a guy I was only marginally attracted to—so I kept saying no. Finally he asked me what he could do to make me change my mind. “I don’t know.” I could think of nothing. “Pay me,” I finally typed out. “How much?” he shot back. We agreed on a generous figure for my time. And a date in two days time. I unpacked the sling after all. Fritz is at the door. He looks trimmer than I remember. He admits to 65, and has the white hair to support it. He is a big man, tall and wide, but the weight does not seem sloppy. I knew that he still did manual labor—and it shows. He is eager. We go right upstairs. He is naked and kneeling in front of me before I can get the Dick Wadd disc playing on my laptop. “Here.” I pull my cock out. I shoot out an arc of piss. Fritz opens wide and catches it all. I put my cock in his mouth and let him suckle the rest out of me. “Up on the bench.” I pull his butt cheeks apart. I taste his hole. And decide I’d prefer it with some piss. I stand up and let fly a short burst down his crack. “Damn, Sir. Piss me.” But I have already run dry for the moment. I kneel again. Much better. I push some into his ass with my tongue. I waste no time in getting the head of my cock in his wet hole. I let his hole suck me in, but I don’t push in the rest of the way. I stay for a moment then bring my cock around to his mouth. He cleans me carefully. I pull out with some of his deep, stringy spittle. I move around and plunge back into his ass. ***** Ass to mouth. Check. Bigger butt plug. Check. Egg-headed dildo. Check. Add my cock with it. Check. Speculum. Check. Move to sling. My fist slides easily into him. Left fist. Check. And the right. Wait, I have to work for a moment with that one. Check. Lateral stretch. Check. Piss all over his chest. Check. Arc some up to his baby bird mouth. Check. Speculum back in and add my cock. Check. And double check. I love the way the cool metal and hot ass feel on my dick. “May I eat my Master’s hole?” I pretend to consider. “I don’t know…” “Please let me get under the rimseat.” “Ok, for a little bit.” He gets in place. I sit down. His mouth is right there. He is probing me deeply. I take a hit of Jungle Juice Platinum. My mind flies away. When I come back to reality, three or four hits later, I stand up. Fritz gives the most contented sigh. There is only one thing left on my mental checklist. I get him back in the sling and give him a huge load in his ass. A week’s worth of jizz. Fritz is delighted with the two hours of play. And tips me 20% over what we agreed. ***** There’s a sequel of sorts. At the end of the month Fritz is back. He’s brought a fisting top with him. I have made myself available for I want to meet this new transplant to the area. He’s tall and rangy. A former leather title holder. And a man after my own heart. We look at Fritz, all expectant in the sling. “Do you want to go first?” I ask, ever the gracious host. “Let’s flip for him.” He pulls out a coin from his leather vest. “Call it.” “Heads.” “Tails.” He reaches for the Crisco and begins greasing his massive, hairy paws. No losers here. I feed Fritz piss as the Leatherman hunkers down and opens the hole in front of him. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Michigan—April, 2014 I have mentioned elsewhere in these pages that I joined Asspig in December. I had cut back on fisting for a time. I still did some, but nothing like what I had been doing four or five years ago. For whatever reason, I was ready for it again by the end of 2013 and finally joined the site which is more about the hand than the dick. I played with a few people off that site—who I have written about on here. By the middle of April I noticed a party being formed on Good Friday in a town to the north of me. If you are reading this, you know I love to play in groups. I asked for an invite. They were happy to take a chance with a new (to them) guy. I volunteered my sling—but they already had three. So I suggested the fuck bench and the rimseat for variety. It was a group of about twelve men. Most were my age or a little older. Three men were younger than I, one in his 20’s, one in his 30’s and one in his 40’s. Most knew each other. There was much talk centered around the snack filled dining table—but that was in the kitchen. The play area was downstairs in a clean but stark basement. Three slings were lined up next to each other. On the opposite wall I set up the fuck bench and the rimseat, with each positioned so the man on the bench or seat could watch the sling action. The youngest of the men was one of the guys I had played with in the bookstore in Lansing. He was thrilled that he could be shared between me and his regular fuck bud. Being such a good bottom I was surprised to learn that he was a fisting top much in demand as he had the smallest hands of the group. The play was very segmented. Two couples would go downstairs at a time while the others ate and chatted. Occasionally, I would fuck the guy I knew while holes were being worked on at the other end of the room. Eventually guys trusted me to take a turn on their holes. The first man wanted hand only, no cock. I gloved up and got him talking in tongues. Literally it seemed. His wails of pleasure and gibberish were heard throughout the house. But I don’t need to record that scene. Nor do I really want to write about the top who sat on the rimseat and asked me to eat him out. I did. He splattered a huge, runny load all over my chest in no time. I took turns fucking the guy I knew along with his older fuck-bud. Then the older man surprised me by replacing my friend on the bench and asked me to plow him. I did—until he came. No, the scene I want to record happened after pretty much everyone had left. The four of us who had come the farthest were staying the night. After we said good night to everyone I ventured down into the rather chilly basement with the oldest man there. “Do you want just my hand or my cock as well?” I ask. “I would be a fool not to get fucked by that monster. Both, please.” I had watched him take two different guy’s paws very deeply at different times that night. I glove up and grease up my cock. “You don’t have to rubber up your dick. Fuck me raw.” I toss the unopened Magnum onto the linoleum. I look down at the man in the sling. He’s a very fit 66. Handsome, rather chiseled features with iron grey hair. His nipples are pierced with silver rings. He can’t stop touching them in anticipation. I kneel. My tongue sinks into his well worked ass. “Oh, God,” he hisses, “kiss my hole. Make love to it.” I do. I part his ass lips easily and stick my tongue into him as deeply as I can. He squirms. I can hear the poppers open. Hear the intake of breath. The moment the cap is back in place he starts a whispered chant of every obscenity he can think of: “Eat my man handled man-cunt. Make it sloppy with your spit. Put that big cock in me. How many asses did you have it in tonight? Fuck the shit out of me like you did that boy…” I stand up. My cock is drooling. I tell him so—as I wipe it across his ass lips. “Stick it in me. Please. I want to feel…..” He leaves it unfinished for the sheer girth of it entering him is more than he expects. He’s silent for the first time—but his eyes are shining. A low moan now replaces the whispered imprecations. Poppers are opened as I saw in and out of his ass. He huffs. And a new string of words emerges. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Deep. Just like that. Fill my ass with that big fat cock. Fuck me…” On and on he goes. Until the poppers wear off. Another hit and his mouth spews out more filth. I dip my hand into a convenient can of Crisco strapped to the sling stand. I pull my cock out, rather roughly and insert two fingers into him smoothly. Right in the same rhythm I’d been fucking. Out and in. Then the third finger. My cock spits some precum out of the slit. I add that to the stew of lube deep in his ass. My entire right hand slides into him. I hold it for a moment, then twist it out. My cock goes back in. I fuck as I grease up the left hand. I repeat the same pattern, now with the left. Left. Cock. Right. Cock. Left. Cock. Right. Cock. Left. Right. Now four fingers from each hand in a lateral stretch. That makes him huff the biggest intake of poppers, yet. “Fuck that feels good. Do anything you want to my hole. Stretch the shit out of it…” I am close to a double fist, but I don’t quite fit it in. Instead I pull my left hand out and sink my right all the way in. I lean over him and slide my cock into his abused hole. “Oh, SHIT! Is that..?” “I am fucking my fist in your hole.” And I am. My cock is gliding through my encircling fingers. “Jerk off in my ass. Let me feel you do it…” I stop thrusting and stand still. I slowly slide my hand up and down the slippery shaft. I am truly jerking off in his butt. He huffs some more and tells me he’d love to have my load in his guts. My hand moves faster and faster. I think this might take me over the edge after the hours of play. “Cum in me. Please.” My hand in hitting the right spot inside him. His anything but erect cock is seeping more and more fluid and pooling it around his belly button. “Fuck!” My voice is as low as his has been. I lean across him. We kiss—my hand still jerking inside of him. The moment our tongues touch, I shoot. I shake as each jet of cum rips out of my cock. His arms encircle me and hold me in place. It feels like hours later, but I’m sure it’s only a few seconds. My hand and rock hard cock are still deep in him. “Now,” he whispers in my ear, “that’s how you should always jerk off.” More...

I have not used this brand, but something similar with no bottom cross bracing. It moved around the floor as we fucked. Not a good thing. I know it's heavier, but I love my solid stand from JIM Support.

My fuck-buds who go to the Chicago CumUnion parties have never complained about quantity or quality. I am guessing you are right. I know the late summer piss parties are often have lower attendance as the end of summer drags people in so many different directions.

I'd say they hold them on odd nights of the week to try to GET a crowd on what otherwise would be a slow night...

Thanks! It was good to re-live this.

Thanks....yes, indeed it was....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—April, 2014 (Immediately after the last post.) I slept for a bit at Steamworks. I’d done four hours of piss play and fucking at the piss party then almost as much at the bathhouse. My body told me it had to rest. Despite the giggling in the hall, the pounding music and the noisy rutting next door, I drifted off fairly fast. I awoke in time to get out before I had to renew. I drove to Ryan’s house, met Alejandro (who was watching a movie with Ryan) and fell into Ryan’s bed. They would wake me before the others arrived. I must have slept soundly for I never heard the fucking happening upstairs. Only later did I learn Ale had left a huge load up Ryan. They woke me—all smiles. We set up the sling next to the double bed just before the last two arrived. Ryan had invited three men, all of whom happened to be Hispanic. Alejandro—25ish, short, cute and worked out. When I said hello to him earlier, I couldn’t help but notice how his jeans clung to his hot looking ass. Miguel and Luis have shown up in these pages before. They are both in their mid-40’s. Miguel is one of the most voracious bottoms I’ve met. Luis has a great cock that keeps his boy happy between the times when he whores him out. Ok. I’ll admit it. I was tired enough, that I don’t remember any kind of blow by blow of how this went down. Ryan has it all down on his blog “Spreading My Legs” in four installments. I know he’s right—for it is documented with four times the number of pictures he has kindly allowed me to use here. All I remember is: A constant back and forth between available holes. Everyone wanting to suck a cock pulled from the latest ass. Five creative guys twisting into any and every position to have great sex. So here’s a photo essay of pigs in heat. I do remember this moment quite distinctly. Luis was fucking Miguel. I warmed up in Miguel’s mouth. And we went right into the side by side fucking. I love watching other men fuck. And we switched asses. I also love watching bottom's kiss as we drive into them. Fucking Ale. Ale riding me. Miguel's turn to sit on me. Ale and I clean up Luis--fresh from someone's hole. Rimming Ale before I dive back in. Miguel sling fucked. Heaven. For all concerned. Getting ready to shoot. That's my cum. I felched it, of course. More...

I think it can depend on where you live. When I'm in any major gay area of the country, I would never think of asking. When I was working in Tennessee, I had to finally break down and ask as no one seemed to clean out. I did do it online--not at the moment we met--and many said they had never bothered. One had never heard about it. Here in Michigan on the west side of the state, I never assume a guy in a bookstore is cleaned out--as one admitted to me--"If I clean out, it means I'm going to the bookstore looking to get fucked--which means I'm gay."