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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—April, 2014 Three group events happened back to back. The first was the piss party. My F-bud David, the hot Hebraic piss boy from the East Coast, was to be in town visiting his family. He would meet me at the party for some piss in his hole and then wanted to do Steamworks afterwards for some cum in his hole. And the next day Ryan wanted me at his house for a small group. Of course, I said yes to all of them. Here are moments for the first two: I arrive 30 minutes before the piss party starts. I am alone; Ryan has concert tickets. I have brought the sling. The organizers think it could be an asset to the party. It’s odd seeing the back bar with all the lights blazing as the staff set up the place. I drag the duffle bag to the back corner by the oversized television screen. There is just enough room to set it up. I make a note not to fuck too hard and get the sling swinging—and drive the bottoms head into the cinder block wall. I put away the bag and get undressed. The lights switch off. It’s dark now. I have to grope for my clothes to get them together. My eyes have adjusted by the time I get my bag checked and my water bottle filled. I have done a good job hydrating on the drive in. I have to piss. I look at the arrivals in various states on undress. No one is ready to take this load. Damn. I don’t want to waste it. Wait. There. All but under my sling is the pig I need. He will stay on his knees all night. He guzzles piss from anyone who will feed him. I often use him for my first unloading, when I am not sure how strong my piss will be—as this man doesn’t care. He just wants anything that comes out of a cock. I saunter over. I tilt his head back—his mouth falls open. His eyes plead with me to use him. I haul out my cock. It falls heavily onto his chin. He cranes around, trying to get it into his mouth. I don’t let him. I grab it. It’s swollen but not hard. The piss starts almost instantly. I aim for his open mouth. He swallows and gurgles rather nosily. I direct some at his pierced nipples and bring the stream back up to his mouth. After a moment of that, I push his head forward and let the pale yellow stream splash down his back and into his ass crack. I’m back in his mouth now—holding my cock just out of his reach. As the piss slows, I relent and let him suck me to full hardness. Billy in his red swim trunks emerges from the group around the blow-up pool. Last month we’d played at the party—and then he’d topped at the motel orgy afterwards. He’s young, cute, has a trim body and an ass I can’t get enough of. His eyes widen at the sight of the sling. “You brought it.” “I did.” “First one in.” He jumps up and gets his legs up on the chains. I kneel to lick his hole. It’s a great warm up fuck. I wish I was ready to piss, but I’m not. I take a swig from my bottle. David arrives. All eyes are on him as he checks his bag. He spots me and comes directly to me. We kiss. He’s looking hot in his yellow singlet with the ass and crotch cut out. “Want a drink?” I just nod and kneel before him. He’s been drinking something with a high sugar content. I feel like I’m drinking soda from his thick, cut cock not piss. He doesn’t try to help me modulate flow—he lets it all out in one huge gush. I manage. I don’t let any out of my mouth. He pulls his cock out of me and pulls me up. His tongue replaces his cock in my mouth. Now I let myself be sloppy. Spit and remnants of piss fleck both our chests before we’re done. “Fuck me.” David gets up in the sling, in one easy move. I kneel and eat his hole. I think about pissing on it, but I save it. I know he likes it deep inside him. I stand up and enter him. I fuck. Guys crowd around. Two of them unload on David’s singlet and cock as I fuck. The wet slapping sound draws more spectators. Others piss on us as we fuck. “I have some for you.” I slow my pumping and hold still. My cock head gets bigger. My piss gushes into him. I have so much more than I thought. I pour it all into his ass. His eyes get bigger as his gut fills. When I’m finally done—I fuck into him. I am still hard and ready. I fuck him hard. I fuck him until he begs me to stop. I fuck him until he tells me he’ll cum if I don’t stop. Reluctantly I slow down. I have fucked the piss so deep into him, there is not a drop as I pull out of his puffy hole. * Four hours later we are at Steamworks in the public sling. I am fucking David, showing off, hoping for others who’d like to fuck him, too. Many gawk. More feel up the front of their towels. Some even drop the towel and show us their cocks, but no one seems to be top enough to fuck. Until he walks in. My opposite. He’s short. I’m tall. He’s Black. I’m White. He’s young. I’m old—at least in front of this late 20’s stud. His cock is a beer can. Thick as fuck. I’m long and look thin next to him. He tosses his towel into the corner the moment he sees us. I let him go right up David’s spread ass. David starts moaning louder. Guys ring around us. My opposite number understands sharing a hole. He pulls out after just a few strokes and lets me back in. Back and forth. Black. White. Short. Long. David’s breathing has become fast and hard. His cock has hardened. His eyes are riveted on the two men taking turns on his ass. I can’t imagine what he’s feeling. How deep I go—and then in the next moment how wide the stretch is. But we keep at it. Back and forth. Uncut. Cut. Pounding the hell out of him. It’s my opposite’s turn. He thrusts in. Roughly. David grunts and shoots a pool of cum on his singlet. This convulses the top into firing a load into David. I kneel. The top keeps bucking into David. When he finally notices me down there, he grins. He pulls his dripping beer can out ever so slowly. He knows where I want it. He pushes into my mouth. My tongue pulls back the foreskin. He’s still dripping as he gingerly fucks my face for a few strokes. He reaches down and catches a large drip of cum draining from David’s ass. He pulls his sensitive cock out and shoves his finger in. “Clean my finger.” I do. When he pulls it out he turns me enough so I am looking right into David’s dripping hole. “Now eat him out, you dirty fucker. Every drop.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Or hold my head in place. But he does. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—April, 2014 My busy summer months were approaching and even April and May can be hectic what with attending both CLAW and IML. Dean, the good looking top who likes to bottom for me, also goes to the leather events—but often in a capacity where he doesn’t get much play time once he’s there. We both wanted a session before those long weekends and before I would barely be able to play at all in the summer. It was hard to schedule, but I got him to the playroom one morning before he was due in for a meeting. And here is Dean, fresh from the shower, and ass up on my fuckbench. “This is nice. It puts my wooden one to shame.” I don’t answer him; I just push my face into his crack. “Eat my hole out,” he moans into the padded chest support. I spend long minutes sucking and kissing his ass. Drilling him deep with my tongue. Spitting into his seldom used fuck tunnel. Dean is panting as I stand up and my cock zeroes in on his hole. He always has trouble taking me at first. But not today. My big flared head goes in easily. “You know,” he pants, “I’m on PrEP now. If you want to finally seed me.” Oh, Jesus. I have to stand stock still. I could shoot with those very words. I reach down and twist my balls. Hard. My cock stays erect but forgets it was on the edge of spewing a load into this man’s guts. To make sure, I pull out and tongue him some more. I mention I can taste my precum in there. “Stick that big dick back in me, Sir.” I stand. I push gently. His hole is so ready for me. I have half my length in him before I notice. I stop for a moment, then slide all the way home. Dean grunts appreciatively. “Is that what you drove all the way here for?” I ask. I know the answer. It is just for this, of course, but also for a connection we both love. Dean nods mutely. I fuck a few strokes. All the way out. All the way in. His cock, while not hard, is drooling onto the rubber mat below. I catch some of his precum with my left hand and smear it on the shaft of cock. I fuck it into him. I tell him what I’ve done. And that I now want to taste his ass again. I kneel. And get lost in the heat of his hole. ***** We’ve moved to the sling. He’s blindfolded. The leather covers a third of his handsome face, but I want him to concentrate on how his hole feels. I have been going back and forth a lot. Eat. Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Eat. Spit. Fuck. I want to go deeper. I unbuckle the left leg stirrup from its standard position and fasten it behind his head. The same with his right. “Shit, I that feels hot. You’ve never done that before.” I grunt and slap my cock on his ass crack. Piss erupts and coats the cleft between his cheeks. Dean moans. I go to work cleaning him up with my tongue. He is barely damp after I finish. My cock is at its biggest. I plow into him. I fuck him hard. I am going so much deeper with his legs higher and his ass tilted. And then I’m too deep. We stop and clean up. But more clean-out is not helping—his ass is now off limits. His breeding is put on hold for another day. ***** We are on the bed. We revel in the change of back to basics. We are both excellent cock suckers. He starts, between my legs, taking most of my cock deep into his throat. He can read me. I direct him grunts and sighs as to what feels the best, how fast to go and when the suction is just right. I love watching my big dick disappear into that handsome face. We reverse. I go down on him—but he pulls me off. We lie side by side and kiss. Deeply. Then he’s back between my legs. This makes his cock rage. It’s red and swollen. “May I cum on your chest, Sir.” “No,” I rasp out, “my mouth.” He gets it close to my face, straddling my chest. And I am suddenly covered in cum—some landing in my mouth, but most on my beard… ***** Dean is off to his meeting. I’m washing up downstairs. I look in the mirror. I look at the cum in my beard. I decide to splash just enough water on it to get rid of the matted hair. I want to smell him the rest of the day. More...

I agree completely. I have never heard anybody else say this! I want to fuck you in public. It will inspire more guys to fuck you, too.

You just described the way I piss fuck. Love how it heats the anal canal....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 I’d seen a group listing on BBRT that intrigued me. I sent the organizer my email as he requested. And here was his answer in my inbox. It certainly made me sit up take notice. “Hey Jizz Pigs! Just a brief email to let you know the flashmob location announcement for the April 5th, 2014 - BBU:Bareback Underground sex party will be cumming the end of this week! The requests for information about this new sex party are flooding in daily so we want to include as many guys as possible when we release information. In the mean time, get your piggy athletic/jock gear ready and be prepared to CUM FUCK! BBU Code for Cruising: baseball cap forward = you are a TOP looking for a bottom; baseball cap backward = you are a BOTTOM looking for a top; baseball cap sideways = you are a VERSATILE and anything goes! Dick Jizzerman - BBU:Bareback Underground” And at the end of the week they announced that we would be mobbing the local bathhouse and a start time of 9 pm. I wrote my Cleveland fuck bud who had roomed with me at IML 2013. He was convinced it was sponsored by the bathhouse, but that they did not want to actually join Cum-Union, the bareback sex party in many other cities. I wrote back to my bud that I didn’t care, as long as a lot of guys showed up from all over the Great Lakes area to fuck bare. I couldn’t talk him into joining me there, but I made the drive. I checked in an hour early to change into my sports gear and relax. This consisted of a fairly new white jock, a white A-shirt and tennis shoes. I made sure that my Tiger’s ball cap was bill forward. I left my dressing room and went exploring. The management had added two public slings on either side of the screen in the video room. There was also one in the public playroom where it had been for years. Otherwise the bathhouse looked the same—maybe a tad busier. I sat in the sauna—which had a large window so you could sit in the heat and cruise the guys streaming in to the showers and the toilets. I began counting baseball caps. The cruise system seemed to be working. I saw one other top, one worn to the side for a versatile and any number of bottoms. And it was still 30 minutes before the “mob” was to flash…. At 9 pm on the dot I walk into the dark area behind the video room. There are maybe 15 of us that ‘mobbed’ at the given hour. I eventually estimate a group of about 50 to 75 or so dressed in some sort of sports gear and ball caps. I dig my cock out of the jock and stand against the back wall of the dark room. I carefully find the one shaft of light in the area and position myself to let it fall on my cock. Like bees to honey. I have a series of cock suckers get my dick wet. I can’t really see them, and I don’t really care. As my eyes adjust to the lack of light, I notice to my left that two mattresses have been placed on the floor. On one of them, I can dimly see a man on all fours. I pull out of someone’s mouth and go over and kneel behind the man on the mattress. I lean in and taste his ass. Clean. Fresh. Unused. I stick my tongue in deeper. He moans. I rear back and carefully stick the head of my cock in him. “Jesus. Easy.” And he squirms away from me. I go back to rimming. After a while, I try again. He takes the head, now, but still pulls away. “I need to get on my back,” he tells me. “Let’s do that new sling in the video room.” We get up and go in—and I can see him for the first time. Likely late 30’s, a gorgeous bubble butt on a well worked out frame. His face is handsome enough, but I only have eyes for his ass. His ball cap is Cleveland, so I assume he’s a local. We are the first people to use the slings, so quite a crowd gathers. It doesn’t seem to faze him—and I love an audience. I go back to eating his ass. He jerks his cock as I rim him ever deeper. I stand up. My cock lines up perfectly. A hand snakes out of the crowd and grabs at my dick—checking the girth and likely to see if it’s latexed. I poke at his hole. This time it welcomes me in. The man in the sling is now loving my cock. He is jerking himself faster and faster. I try to bat his hand away. Almost instantly he shoots. He points his cock away from his stomach. His load covers my cock—the cock that never stops fucking him. I am breeding him with his own jizz. He pleads with me to stop—but I don’t— until I fuck the last drop of his cum up his spasming manhole. He thanks me. The other sling is now in use. I go over and watch a burly man fuck a rather punkish looking, heavily tattooed young man. I work the boy’s pierced nipples. The burly man gives me a turn up the punk. His tight hole is hot from the fucking. I pump for a while, then let the burly man back up him. When I spell him the next time, I taste the puffy, well fucked hole. I hope I might get some seed from the burly guy, but we all move on before anyone is close to shooting. I cruise. I suck some cock. My cock gets sucked. In the sauna. In the dark area. Through the gloryhole. I find one of the fancy hotel-like rooms that line the outer walls of this particular bathhouse. It has its door wide open. A crowd is pressing into the room. It parts for me. A hot looking Latino man is ass up and getting fucked. His tall, thin boyfriend is choosing who gets to fuck the Latino. The thin man gets my cock wet. “You’re next,” he tells me and the spectators, looking up at me from his knees. A thick chested African-American is the current cock of the moment in the Latino ass. He is fucking him extremely hard. He finishes, but not with a cum shot. He stops and just pulls out, grabs his towel and leaves. No ball cap for him. I taste the hole. It is sweet with cum and sweat. I tongue him deep. “How many loads?” I ask the boyfriend. “Maybe three. But like ten dicks.” I stand up. All eyes are on me as I push into the puffy hole in front of me. Only then do I notice that the Latino is wearing a blindfold. I push into him. Oh, fuck. This is the ass I’ve been waiting for—warm, talented and loaded. I fuck him with long slow strokes. The boyfriend is right there, watching every move. A moan escapes from the man on the bed. The boyfriend bends over right beside him. A twinkish young blond fucks the boyfriend. We grin at each other as we pound the asses in a synchronized rhythm. “Please switch,” grunts out the boyfriend. The young man pulls out and we change partners. I fuck some of the cum his partner has taken into this new, much tighter hole. The young man in the Latino is suddenly breathing hard. He’s going to shoot. He screams out his orgasm. I stop, pull out of the boyfriend, and clean the twink’s cock. I spit the cum on the BF’s hole. I watch him finger it into himself as I stand up and push the twink load deeper into the Latino with my cock. It’s wide open fucking now. There is a new man up the BF. We switch. Twice. He cums in the BF. I reverse the clean and spit—and push some load into the Latino manually, as I fuck the new load deeper into the BF. Another man steps forward. He goes up the Latino. I stay until I’ve had enough of both of them. Several loads (by others) later, I am once more wandering the halls. ***** Late that night, the management is opening the play area in the old warehouse part of the building that I know from CLAW. It’s not usually open as part of the bathhouse. They are handing out domino masks if you want to go back there. Of course I do. I add the mask, feeling a little foolish as it is silver plastic. But the men are hot to play. Some who are in towels are confused by the slings and bondage tables. No one does any piss in the WS area—and I wouldn’t trust it being chem free tonight anyway. But there is the perfect scene at the fuck benches. They are set up, facing each other. A bottom is on each one. They hold on to each other and occasionally kiss. One is very young with hair cropped close to his scalp. “Raw only” is scrawled on his butt cheeks. The other is in his 40’s good looking and beefier. And much, much hairier. I watch a man I recognize from previous years at CLAW fuck the young one. With his incredibly long and luxurious beard he’s hard to miss. HE has ditched the mask. I follow suit. He smiles at me as I kneel to eat the unused, hairy hole of the older man. He’s had a workout tonight somewhere. There is load dripping from his hole. The bearded wonder gives up the young hole to another top and comes to kneel beside me. We take turns eating out the sloppy hole and snowballing the cum back and forth. He’s the first to stand and stick his cock in the remaining cum scum. He fucks for only a minute. He wants me to lick his cock. I do. Then I stick my cock into the man so the bearded guy can clean my cock. Back and forth. Pig heaven. We soon include the young bottom as well—one of us in each of them—and leaning across them to kiss. It’s then that he whispers to me—“Would you consider loading me?” I nod. It’s getting late. He’s a man I’ve only seen top—I’d love to seed my fellow snowballer. We fuck until the young man has to get up and stretch. I pull out of the hairy man and let an older guy with a very thick cock take over in him. Mr. Beard and I wonder a little away from the main area. Neither of us want to negotiate the tire sling. Mr. Beard finally just leans against the back wall and sticks his ass out towards me. I rim him deeply. He’s had no cock tonight and is tighter than any ass I’ve had in ages. Once wet enough, I lube a little and slowly enter him. He clamps down on me. When he lets up, I start a slow fuck. I build. I am so ready. Suddenly, he shoots. This sends his ass into waves of contractions. I shoot. Tons of cum after all the play. He gets his wish—his own ass is dripping. He grins. “I know just the man to clean me up.” He goes off to find the right pig. I lean against the cold brick of the wall, letting my cock drip onto the concrete floor. More...

And of course Russ would share it by snow balling and yellow balling with me....

Bryce, the bottom, wants both piss and cum. And the Russ, the other top, wants to eat either or both out of his hole....

I"m glad you enjoyed them. I chatted with the participants---and they all want to make more. Both the top and the bottom want to do a good loading video.

I think you would have fit right in....

I would like to have seen that, too. But we were intent on playing--and byt eh time the cum shots happened tha camera had been long forgotten. Hopefully we will have a re-match and do some loading video.

I"d be happy to help you achieve that....

You'll have to go the original post to see the videos--sorry about that. I think they are worth a couple of clicks....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana--April, 2014 I think my readers know I’m always willing to try something new. Russ, the pig from Indy took video of Pissboy’s gangbang. I don’t believe I have ever added a video…so here goes. The first one is me up his hole. Rather obviously. The second is Mikey working his hole. Enjoy. More...

It seems to be a huge part of my sex life...my last two blog posts were all about doing just that....

I am 8.5 to 9 depending on the level of excitement in the scene. I almost always go through the second ring...and love the guys who clean out past it.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana—April, 2014 Part One is here. “Now who’s fucking you Boy?” I ask. I can see confusion on PB’s face. He knows it’s not Russ or me. And RM hasn’t been hard enough yet. “You whore. You letting some stranger fuck you? Do you care whose cock is in you?” “Anyone you want up me, Sir.” “Do you know that dick? Tell me who it is?” “I don’t know, but he feels—great.” The ‘great’ is drawn out as the new comer slides his full length in to the boy. “Who have you been talking to online? Who did you ask me about after you read about him in the blog?” I don’t wait for an answer. “He drove out from Detroit to fuck you. Take a look, Boy.” I pull the blindfold off… Piss Boy blinks in the sudden light. He looks at the man fucking him. It’s my friend and fuckbud Mikey, the Breeder’s older brother. PB has been writing him daily, dreaming of a fuck party like this. Mikey is all about a slow and sensual fuck. I let him do just that. The connection between Mikey and the boy is immediate and mutual. The eye contact is intense. I take the time to check on Rocky Mountain. He’s fine lying on the bed and stroking to the scene. I see Russ crawling under the sling so he can get a close up of Mikey’s cock entering PB. I move to the side of the sling. I stroke my hard cock and slap it on PB’s chest. I take a long swig out of the Gatorade bottle. It makes me want to piss. I let fly on the boy’s chest. I make sure the stream hits each nipple and his wide open mouth. I direct some to soak his jock. I splash the last of it on Mikey’s pubes and shaft so he can fuck a little more into the boy. The pistoning of his cock makes a wet, sucking sound as he does just that. The overflow splashes down on Russ. He gurgles happily. I spell Mikey up PB. Mikey is lovingly cock-cleaned by Russ. Russ saves it all in the back of his throat and, when he’s done, spits it into PB’s open mouth. PB grunts, swallows and thanks him. I rotate with Russ—taking my wet cock to PB’s mouth. I lean across the boy and kiss Mikey whose cock is being stroked by the boy. The three of us rotate around the sling several times. Rocky Mountain comes and joins us. He gets his cock up the boy. “I have to piss!” he announces. “Right up your ass.” Mikey watches Rocky Mountain unload. Russ crawls back under the sling for any drippings. I watch the boy’s face register the never-ending stream fill him up—his eyes get bigger and bigger as the cock in him spews its load. The top fucks a few strokes into the now overflowing ass. He pulls out. A veritable waterfall of piss rains down on Russ. He swallows some and rubs some into his pubes and across the nipples. “Let’s move to the fuck bench,” I suggest. Russ dries himself off slightly as I get on the bench. “You gonna eat our holes, boy?” My Piss Boy nods and tongues me deeply. I let him eat me out, then suggest Mikey get the same treatment. He gets on the bench. I push PB’s face into Mikey’s ass. “Get it good and wet.” I hold him in place, manually pushing his tongue deeper up my friend’s ass. I make him lick the other men. “Now get that ass up on the bench.” PB’s hole is incredibly wet to the touch as he bends over the padded middle support. I push in to him. It never gets old to me how a change in position alters the feel of the fuck. I don’t want to stop thrusting, but I pull back and let Mikey take a turn. Watching Mikey’s ass in motion is too much for me. I stick my cock into him so that he impales himself on my big dick on the back stroke. Then Mikey stops, and I fuck him hard enough to keep thrusting his cock into the boy. Mikey pulls out. Piss Boy gets up and Mikey takes his place on the bench. I fuck Mikey that way. “Get up on top of him,” I tell PB. He holds onto Mikey’s back, presenting me his ass just above the other on the bench. I’m tall enough that I can go from one hole to the other. I start with Mikey. A few strokes and I pull out and enter PB. I pull out. Russ is right there to lick my cock before I re-enter Mikey. He makes my dick even wetter. I shove back into Mikey. I keep alternating. Eventually, I let Russ take a turn up both asses. I have opened both holes now. When I want a change I put Mikey in the sling. PB obligingly eats my ass as I fuck. I grind my ass into his face with each back stroke. When I pull out, I push PB’s face into Mikey’s well fucked hole. ***** We fuck for another hour, including a nice rotation of tops sitting on the rimseat with Piss Boy lapping at our holes. Each man on the seat sucks the other top’s cocks. Now, PB is back in the sling. I have Mikey hold onto the boy, bent over him, at the side of the sling. Russ and I rotate between the two asses. Mikey and PB are kissing as we fuck their holes. Russ is the first to shoot his load up the boy. I clean his cock and felch a little. “Mikey, you ready?” He is. He loves pushing that big-headed cock of his into the cum soaked ass. It takes him a while, but he shoots his load deep into PB. I have to work to felch some of it out, but I do. I stand up and let some drool into the mouth of our cum receptacle. It’s my turn. The two loads in him feel incredible. Piss Boy is amazingly slick. I fuck him harder. Russ is under the sling licking at my moving cock. He’s not about to waste the cum I’m churning in Piss Boy’s hole. I try to last just a little longer, but the hours of play are working against me. I have to shoot. It feels like an incredible eruption into his gut. I buck into him, his wet ass making the slapping of flesh even louder. I hold still and just let my balls empty. It’s amazing to have’s Russ’ tongue massage them as they fill Piss Boy… ***** I got a series of emails from Mikey that night. Mikey: OMG!…Thank you so much for the invite I’m always honored to be included! Thank you. Bryce (our Piss Boy) is an amazing, beautiful man! FP: Isn’t he? Is it okay if I use your pics on the blog? Mikey: Hell yes I want people to know I play with the best! I have often thought about putting this in my profile…..”I am a privileged member of a band of Brothers…If you can’t lay it down like Felchingpisser or Mr. Steed, Please don’t waste my fucking time!” FP: Nice. Mikey: And I love that you call me Mikey as well. More...

Absolutely. A load might go down my throat---but I never get fucked and I really don't like drugs in the playroom.

If I can't rim a hole, I likely won't fuck it..... Bottom's rarely ask to rim me...though they are welcome to do so....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana—April, 2014 Piss Boy wanted it. Needed it. And he got it. He had been talking to me for months about how he would finally have his big house to himself at the top of April. He didn’t just talk to me. He talked to two other tops. One was Russ, the hot pig fucker from Indy who had played with me and Juan on an Indy fuck trip. Piss Boy had read the post and wanted the same treatment. Piss Boy had also talked to a top who was from somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. Piss Boy wrote me this man was willing to fly into Indiana the night before just so he could play with us all. I will admit to rolling my eyes when I read that. And I lived to eat my words. The guy came. I met the Rocky Mountain top at his hotel. I wanted to get a sense of him before we fucked together. He was tall and well-muscled; about my age, tanned and with a luxurious mustache. We hit it off immediately. He asked about Piss Boy’s limits. My reply was succinct: None. We went out to get some food in his system. I called Russ to see if he was in town yet and to ask him to join us. He was and he would. Moments after ordering at a hole in the wall diner, Russ walked in the door. Russ is my age as well and in good shape. His salt and pepper hair is cropped very close to his scalp. He grinned at us from across the room and came over quickly to our table. I didn’t want to plan our play time. I simply told them we could do everything we wanted with the boy. All of us seemed to be true pigs: cum and piss driven ass fuckers. None of us wanted to waste any body fluid. We learned we all loved watching other tops work. I knew Russ was adept at playing with others. It looked like Rocky Mountain would fit right in. We all agreed pictures could be taken. I outlined the one surprise I had up my sleeve for Piss Boy. They chuckled appreciatively. I sent PB a text just after 1 o’clock: Ready? He was… “On your knees.” We are in his rather ornate bedroom. The good carpets are rolled up and rubber sheeting covers the floor. Sheets are on the expensive furniture. His sling is set up. I have brought and assembled the fuck bench and the rimseat. Both are on their own islands of floor coverings. Piss Boy in in his neoprene chaps and harness. He knows he’s going to get wet. I have been packing away the Gatorade and water. I have to piss. Now. Piss Boy opens his mouth. I pull out my cock from my yellow jock and shoot a quick jet of piss into his mouth. He swallows quickly, then I push him down on Russ’ hardening cock. Russ grunts in satisfaction. I piss a little more on the cock sliding into PB’s mouth. I let him clean that up before I guide PB’s head onto Rocky Mountain’s cock. He’s not quite hard yet. I let PB go to work. I add a little piss on that cock as well. Then it’s my turn. I empty my bladder into his mouth. I stand just far enough back so that it makes an arc for the others to appreciate. The moment he has swallowed the last of it, I shove my cock into his mouth. It grows to its full hardness with some expert sucking. “I want your ass.” I get PB in the sling. I eat his hole for a moment. Russ is in PB’s mouth again. Rocky Mountain is having some performance anxiety—so he helms the camera. Russ pulls out of his mouth and aims his cock at me. I only know this for suddenly I have a waterfall of sweet piss streaming down the boy’s ass crack I’m eating out. I lap and swallow. And poke some into the ass I’m about to fuck. I stand up. I slap my extended cock down hard on the mound in Piss Boy’s jock. I spit in my hand and slather it on my cock and roughly enter him. He flowers open instantly—accepting me wholly. I fuck him hard enough to make the chains rattle. Russ pulls out of his mouth and kneels to watch me fuck. He spits on my cock as it enters the Boy. I fuck that into him, then pull out for Russ to clean me up. “Now taste what I did to his hole.” I back away as Russ swings into place to tongue fuck PB’s hole. I bring my cock up to the boy’s mouth. He takes me hungrily. I am surprised that I have more piss already. I let a short spurt fly into the boy’s gaping mouth. And a second aimed at PB’s jock. My piss drips from the fabric down his crack for Russ to taste. Russ loves this. His cock is incredibly red. He stands up and sinks into PB’s hole. Russ fucks him—harder than I did. He pulls out often for me to taste the used hole. We rotate again. And again. “Here.” I’ve grabbed a black bandanna. I tie it around PB’s eyes. “I don’t want you to watch.” My cock is back in his mouth. Then I go right back up him. “You know who’s fucking you?” “It’s my Piss Daddy’s beautiful dick.” I pump him harder as a reward for being right. The French doors to the garden have opened. A man comes in and strips down. I motion for Russ to take a turn up his ass. Rocky Mountain has gotten hard enough to be in PB’s mouth. I greet the new comer with a silent kiss. The new man strokes himself to hardness as he watches the three of us use the boy. I motion for him to be next up the boy’s ass. He slides his thickly helmeted cock head into the hole. “Now who’s fucking you Boy?” I ask. I can see confusion on PB’s face. He knows it’s not Russ or me. And RM hasn’t been hard enough yet. “You whore. You letting some stranger fuck you? Do you care whose cock is in you?” “Anyone you want up me, Sir.” “Do you know that dick? Tell me who it is?” “I don’t know, but he feels—great.” The ‘great’ is drawn out as the new comer slides his full length in to the boy. “Who have you been talking to online? Who did you ask me about after you read about him in the blog?” I don’t wait for an answer. “He drove out from Detroit to fuck you. Take a look, Boy.” I pull the blindfold off… To be continued.... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The old cliché is that a picture is worth a thousand words. In this case, yeah, I think it is worth that many or even a few more. It certainly sums up perfectly the feel of the blog entry I’m working on. Two top pigs that love ass to mouth as much as any sub bottom boy. That’s me about to be cleaned off after pulling out from fucking my favorite Piss Boy… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2014 My next visitor to the playroom made me totally forget about Mr. I-Want-You-to-Clean-Me-Out. I ended the month having a long weekend with Marco. I wrote about him in ‘Muscle Hole.’ That post was all about a shorter weekend when I went to his home in Ohio and had a really great time together—and I don’t mean just the sex. March was our second time with just the two of us. We made the most of it. We fucked and fisted on Friday night when he arrived. We played twice on Saturday and once again before he went home on Sunday. We used all the fuck furniture in the playroom, all my toys and all the toys he brought before we moved to my hand in his hole. We always ended in the shower together to get all that extra lube off of us. And best, we slept together in the playroom bed: entwined, sated and totally comfortable together. Here are a few moments from the weekend: That ass. It’s not just pretty to look at, but it’s talented. It can grasp my cock, my hand. Even my tongue. And it can take anything I can dish out. Here is that hairy hole taking a series of toys. The long string of balls totally disappears. My size 11 boot is a good point of reference. I go back to my cock in him. For a moment I can feel the stretch I have done on his hole. But he’s in control, not me. He tightens down and it’s back to the same hot hole with which I began. I eat him again. I love that the moment my tongue enters him he is hard again. More toys. He squeezes down and pushes the dildo out of his ass. I just manage to catch it with my slippery hands. The speculum comes out. I crank him open. My index finger curls up and plays with his prostate. Marco is a copious precummer. The stimulation makes his cock drool like crazy. There is a steady drip to the padded floor below. My free hand catches some in mid air. I bring it to my mouth to taste him. Sweet and viscid. I catch a little more with my left hand as I tickle his prostate with my right. These drippings I finger up his ass. We transfer to the sling. I rim his hairy hole for a long time. My cock re-enters him. He feels totally different now that he’s on his back. I fuck him to the point of cumming. If I go another three strokes I know I’ll be over the edge. I will myself to stop. I do. I just let my cock rest in him. I begin a long withdrawal. He gives me a hard squeeze with his ass as I exit. I kneel. He thinks I’m going to taste his hole again, but I just do a quick lick and let my right index finger push into him. Then two fingers. Three. My right hand begins to push in—I stop at the bridge and slather on more Crisco. He snaps his stretched hole around my wrist in no time. Hard. I hold for a moment, and give my fist a quarter of a turn. I love the throaty groan he gives. And the fact that I just sent him to the popper bottle again. I twist back carefully to my original position. I turn again. He whimpers in an encouraging way. “Open your hand,” he murmurs. I make a slight move to pull out, but it’s just enough to let me carefully uncurl my fingers. They begin a slow crawl up deeper into his gut. I touch my own cock with my left hand. I pull back from my dick—I am so close to blowing my load. My right hand moves another millimeter. Marco is huffing poppers and grabbing at his hardening cock. I press forward slightly. That’s all it takes. Marco explodes onto his hairy stomach. The contractions of his orgasm are like a mighty sneeze and push my hand out of his ass. My left hand scoops up his cum and I slap it on my dick. “Fuck you…with your cum…” I mumble. I get my cum-covered cock into his ass. Two or three strokes and my own seed mixes with his. I fall forward. We are chest to chest. Still attached cock and ass. His arms hold me in place. And his hand traces a mindless pattern through the slight stubble on my shaven head. More...

Three hours is the exception.....but most guys are still an hour away from my tiny town. I think the next time I have a Fort Troff coupon I know what it will be going... for....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2014 I’m thinking of buying a shower shot. No, I’m not thinking about bottoming any time soon. But I think I need to make it easier for the guys I host. Part of my instructions for inviting guys over to fuck is to make sure they know to arrive cleaned out. Since for most men it’s a drive to get to me, I always make sure to give them time to do a touch up or a least a spot check before we head upstairs to the playroom. I have a bulb for their use if they want it. Most bring their own bulb, bottles, etc. I have had men arrive with their own hose and a crescent wrench. Yes—please!! I love my spotless boys! I should have known something was up with Ernesto. He drove three hours to get to our play sessions. He was a short, bear of a man. Somewhere from the Mediterranean. Olive skinned. Not much definition, but no fat. And he was hairy. Everywhere. That kinked, spiraled type of hair that I like to unwind with my tongue. He’d said he was younger than I, but I’m pretty sure he was older. That was fine—as long as he had a talented hole. We’d talked on Asspig. I told him all the usual things—about the playroom; to prep his ass for me and then do a final rinse or two here; what toys I had; what size my hands were, etc. He agreed with everything and seemed to like my kinks. We set the date. He arrived right on time. Maybe even early. I showed him to the bathroom for that final rinse. “No, I am good,” he told me in heavily accented English. “Really? I mean three hours…” “No. All set.” Well, he knows his own body best, right? We go upstairs. Strip. Minor cock sucking. Right to the fuck bench. The hairiness of his ass is just what I like. I spend a lot of time rimming. “Fuck me, please.” I continue to eat, but lube my dick as I do it. I stand up and enter him easily. I fuck. I spit on my cock and fuck the spittle into him. I pull out. Of course. I don’t have to say it. I grab the paper towel and hand him the bulb to clean himself. We troop downstairs—him to the shower and me to the kitchen sink. I wash and wash. And wash again. Then go up and wait for him, lolling on the bed and idly jerking to the Dick Wadd porn. He’s back, a little fast, it seems to me. We fuck. And it’s a repeat. Down we go to the bathroom. “Don’t rush the process,” I tell him. It happens a third time. I am on the edge of saying “Go Home.” But he’s come so far… I wash and go back upstairs. Suddenly he’s there at the door. “Please, I can’t reach properly.” “What?” “Help me.” The light bulb goes off. So that’s what he needs. The next thing I know I have him lying face down on the bathroom tiles. I am straddling him and wielding the enema bulb. I squeeze one, two full bulbs into his ass. I leave the room to let him scramble up and expel it all. I’ll play Doctor for him, but not to that extent. We repeat the douche. And again. I vow to never do this again. I get him clean—and we go upstairs. But I can’t shake the earlier images. My cock is down for the count and only my gloved hand makes him happy. ***** “It was great time,” he writes me later. “When can we do it again?” My cock shrivels another millimeter. And I can’t think of a single word to write to him. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Ann Arbor—March, 2014 Continued from the last post… “Now eat my ass.” I sit on the rimseat and let his thick tongue lick at my pucker. He groans as he works deeper. His passion makes me groan, too. A knock at the door. I stand. “What the fuck…?” I look down at him. Questioningly. “It must be my Master…” I think back—the boy had asked once if I like playing with other tops. Did he— The knock is repeated. “Get up and on the bed.” I put the bar back in place. And the blindfold. And answer the door. There stands a fuck bud I haven’t played with in almost seven years. He’s shorter than I am, with a similar build and a hairier chest. I know that over seven inches of cock are in that jock. A cock with a severe downward bend. Butch steps in. He takes one look at the bed and says “It looks like you knew how to put this boy in his place.” He strips down fast to a black jock. “Fuck him for me—that’ll get me hard.” I enter the boy. He grunts. I watch Butch’s cock harden. He has a leather cockring on that divides his balls. He strokes as I fuck. “My turn.” I pull out and Butch moves around to the foot of the bed. I grab the camera. He fucks him. The sound of his hips slamming the Black bubble butt fill the room. I take another pic as he pulls out. “You’re turn.” Butch moves away. “Make him clean your cock. This boy likes it straight from his ass.” Butch straddles his face. Lowering his cock into the opened mouth. I wait until he has a mouthful before I shove in. “Don’t bite.” Butch cuffs him along the side of the head. “Open and cover those teeth.” For the next hour we take turns on the boy’s holes. Butch and I have done some memorable double fucks—as his hooked cock can stay in place as I slide my bigger one alongside it. We both agree this boy is too tight. We just hold him in place and rotate—keeping both his holes filled. Sometimes we praise him. More often we call him names. This makes him work that much harder. “On your knees.” I roll him over. We get the boy on all fours. Butch and I stand side by side. I fuck into the Black ass for two strokes or so. I pull it out and Butch goes up him. He pumps three or four than rips it out. I push in again. “Feel the difference, boy?” He grunts into the bedspread. “We’re taking turns.” The swift strokes in and pull out are driving him crazy. He’s whimpering. We ignore him and keep the rhythm going. The boy tries again. “Please….” I look at Butch. He nods and we stop. We both flop down on the bed on either side of the quivering mass of Black fuck flesh. I pull off the blindfold. He squints into the dim light of the room having had no light at all for so long. “Ride my cock.” Butch spreads his legs. The boy mounts him. I snap a picture. Then I lean in and lick those balls. I taste the leather, the sweat and a whole lot of ass juice. I find it hard to stop… ***** We need to get off and let the boy go home to his vanilla boyfriend. “We are sending you home full,” Butch tells him, his lips close to the boy’s ear. “Come on, fag, get on all fours.” He does. I let Butch go first. He blasts deep. I am so excited about fucking in cum, I don’t even take time to clean Butch’s cock. I just push in the moment Butch pulls out. “Fuck! I’m fucking his seed deeper.” I pummel his dark ass. “You want it?” “Please, Sir. Breed this Black Bitch.” My cum shoots. And mixes. Deep in his hole. More...

He'd bought the toy, he wanted to try it out, we did, we ditched it....For average hung guys, I would guess it would be a lot of fun.