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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis—February, 2014 I can’t believe I still have to write up one last February encounter—well, large group. But here we go… Will and Brian open the upper floor of their beautiful Victorian home each year for an orgy in my honor. There are always at least a dozen men invited on the last day of my business trip to St. Louis. This year was no different. I got to play with about 15 men. Most were somewhere between 35 and 60 in age. There was one couple in their early 30’s. I fucked. I fisted. I sucked cock. And I stuck my cock in the mouth of every man there. Often, guys come in very piecemeal, so you start playing with one man and when you next look up, the room has five more naked men in it. This year almost all of us seemed to arrive right at the start time. We stripped off in the formal dining room leaving the carved mahogany chairs littered with jeans, shirts and underwear. And off we trooped up the stairs. There were two beds set up in two different bedrooms. Will’s sling was in an adjoining alcove. There was also a sitting area with a couple of couches for porn watching. Without a word we all gravitated towards the darkest room at the end of the largest bed… Guys instantly begin pairing up. A handsome man with greying hair and great cheek bones pulls me into a deep kiss. I feel another man on the back on my neck. I turn. We kiss just as deeply. A third man doesn’t go for my mouth but right to my hardening cock. He kisses it through the rough fabric of the jock. He pulls the cloth aside— just enough to make contact with my balls. The handsome man pulls me back to him. He grunts in pleasure at the taste of the other man on my lips. The second man kisses the back of my neck again and then moves around to tongue the handsome man’s thick nipples. He can only get one of them, for I’m rolling the other between the finger and thumb of my left hand. My ball licker takes my cock out. He sucks it for a bit, leisurely, with deep, moist strokes. Then he is gone, moving on his knees to another rigid dick. I pull out of the kiss and sink to my knees. The handsome man’s dick is arching up with a slight downward curve. His foreskin is thick and still covering a juicy cock head. I pull back the skin and take the red knob into my mouth. The man working the handsome one’s nipples, sticks his cock into my face, too. I move back and forth between the two dicks, deep throating one and then the other. I look across the room. Joe is here. I’d invited him after our ottoman fuck the other night. He is sucking a burly truck driver type. Joe grins at me, and crawls over to join me. We kiss—with the handsome man’s cock jutting between our mouths. We run our lips in tandem back and forth on his shaft. I let Joe deep throat him. He comes up for air and passes the dick to my mouth with his tongue. Back and forth. Sharing the pre-cum. I stand up and force my dripping cock into Joe’s mouth. For a moment he has two thick cock heads in his battering his face. His groan is audible and kicks up the heat of the room. Everywhere I look are men. In twos. In threes. In an oral heaven. I feel someone behind me—his face in my ass crack. He reaches up and pushes me slightly forward into the arms of the handsome man. A tongue is invading my hole. It’s my turn to groan. The handsome man kisses me and the last of the sound is muffled by his tongue. Joe is working my cock. I have three tongues tirelessly licking at me. I feel my cheeks spread by thick meaty hands. I don’t know or care who it is—I just know he loves eating hole as much as I do. He is going deeper than most men and obviously can’t get enough. Joe switches back to the handsome man’s dick. Then he’s lying flat on the floor sucking my ass eater. The handsome man jerks me and then my cock is being docked with his. His thick foreskin is quite big enough for him to slide the skin over my cock head as well. He holds them in place and stokes both dicks so the two covered heads keep hitting each other. My ass eater stands up. He pulls me around to kiss me. It’s the burly trucker. His lips mash mine and I can taste my ass on his tongue. When I come up for air, Will, our host is bent over the end of the bed. His muscle ass is being eaten by someone I can’t see. I let go of the trucker who grabs Joe and leans him over next to Will. The Trucker kneels and begins to eat the ass I love to fuck. The handsome man pulls me towards Will. Will’s ass licker backs off, leaving the hole exposed and wet. The handsome one looks at me. “Now fuck our host,” quite loud enough for the room to hear. He all but inserts my bare cock up Will’s hole. The all oral moment is broken as my cock sinks into the muscle butt. And phase two starts—the room is suddenly all about fucking. More to come…. More...

It really was. It was something I had not allowed myself to feel for quite a long time.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom I think am still recovering from IML. I know that I came home and didn’t want to play. At all. I’d had such great and varied sex that my cock was content. I was on line occasionally, but the guys who contacted couldn’t hold a candle to Marco. I just wasn’t interested. After six days I did head out to the bookstore on a Saturday night. It was a very mixed bag. I was excited about a new fist pig coming back to the house, but he had to cancel. And then there’s work. Readers who have been reading these posts for some time know that my summers get very busy. If the last few years are any guide, I won’t have much time to hook up. The good news is I have a computer filled with notes of the hook ups I had in March, April and May. Many with photographs. Like the one here: plowing Bryce in the sling. We celebrated April Fool's Day with four tops taking turns on his hole... Yeah, there's a good story there... More...

It was a fitting conclusion to a great weekend of sex...I'm glad you like it!

Tiger--I really appreciate your comment. Thank you. Have you ever gone to or considered one of the leather weekends?

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 I woke up on Monday morning with my arm still around Marco. My cock was pressed against his hairy ass. And it was hard. I rarely do morning sex, and I wasn’t going to press the matter if Marco didn’t feel his ass was up to it. “Good morning.” Marco pulls away so he can turn to face me. “Good morning.” I kiss him lightly. “How was last night?” I tell him about the large group and all the tourists watching some of us have sex. And how I finally gave up on getting off and came to bed. “Well, we’ll have to take care of that. I’ll only be a minute.” Marco heads off to the shower. I check email and pack a little. Marco is back in no time. “How are things?” I ask, referring to the over stretch of his ass. “Great. No evidence of anything this morning.” He passes me, hot from the shower, headed right for the sling. “Whoa.” I catch him by the shoulder and bring him into a quick kiss. “I want you on all fours.” I nuzzle his ear. “Please.” Marco hops up. It’s not like I had to twist his arm… The hair on his ass is still damp. In moments my beard is wet as well. I tongue him deeply. I work up his ass crack so that my chin is pressing against his hole. He seems to love the feel of my beard against his most intimate place. I work back down. I pull his erect cock straight down. I jerk it just a little. Just enough to skin it back and see the pre-cum he’s dripping. My left hand collects a little. I smear it right down the crack of his ass, pushing most of it just into his hole. My tongue shoves it deeper. “Fuck me.” I don’t waste time. I stand up and push my dick into his silky canal. He greets me with a terrifically tight squeeze—just for a moment—so I finally bottom out, my pubes grinding against him. I lean forward so my chest is on his back. I kiss the nape of his neck. Then I straighten up and fuck. And fuck. Hard enough to hear my hips slap his ass cheeks. “Sling time.” Once he’s settled there, I continue with my cock. But not for long—we’re on a time schedule for check out. I grease my hands. I am gloveless this morning. His ass is so warm. I work two fingers in. Three. I alternate hands. He is so ready for me. My left hand pops in easily. He tightens down around my wrist, squeezes and relaxes. I do the same with my right. I hit the spot. He jets a mix of piss and cum out of his cock. I leave my hand there, then slowly pull it out. I re-lube my right hand and arm. I kneel so I am eye level with his hole. I begin the slow crawl up his ass. Just the tiniest movement sends him into a tremor. I keep going and going. I don’t tell him how deep I am. I’m places I’ve never been inside him. I lean in and place my cheek on his stomach. Again, I can feel my hand inside him. I am a good inch deeper than I’ve ever been. Finally he signals me to stop. I hold in place. I start to inch my way out. Marco grabs his dick. He squeezes down hard and forces me out the rest of the way. Simultaneously he shoots hard. His first shot hits the sling behind his head. The next shot hits his shoulder. “Fuck!” He can’t believe what he just did. “Now fuck me. I want your load in me for the trip home.” I’m hard. And ready… And it’s the perfect ending for IML 2014. More...

Yes, I agree. I wish CLAW and IML weren't so close together. I need more weekends like this through out the year.

Worse---I invited you....but I think you had things to do with your roommate.

It certainly was...there is nothing like like-minded men bent who are creative in how they get each other off. Thanks...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 We went out to dinner with Rob and Brice. It was good just to get out of the hotel. When we got back to the room Marco talked about his evening’s play possibilities, but as he sat there, all the sex before our five-way and then our play (not to mention his over stretched hole) was making him reconsider. He encouraged me to go have fun. Bed was sounding good to him. I wrote a little on here, and then got dressed in my leathers. I was not going to go through the hassle of online trolling. I would just go back up to the top floor and go back to the last party hosted by the kink site. The energy in the packed elevator is high. I ask the hot, half dressed man by the control panel to hit 46. This gets a vocal response—a high squeal of knowing pleasure. They all seem to know why I want to go to the top floor. Many ride all the way up with me, as we’ve learned it’s the only way to move around between the floors. I exit, hearing a giggled “Did you see that bulge on him?” as the doors shut behind me and they descend to their destinations. The dim main room has been re-arranged. All three slings are now in a row. The dark bedroom, where all the action happened on Friday, is closed. There is just the one area in which to play. There are more people here—easily 50. One sling has a line at it. I go over. There is Ryan, the porn star, getting fucked with a stroking crowd. I join the strokers. The man fucking him finishes up. No one makes a move to go next. I step up. “Hey, Big Guy,” Ryan greets me. I slide into his jizzed out butt. It is so slick that I can barely feel the walls of his ass. But it still feels great. And the men watching seem to like it. The plastic on the floor is so slick, that I feel like I can’t get any traction. I finally pull out. I help Ryan up. “I’m so glad we got you on tape,” he tells me. He hugs me. He goes to bend over on the ottoman and I go explore the far corner where there’s a crowd. The crowd is gathered around a circular table. On Friday there were snacks on the table. Tonight, men are leaning on it and getting fucked. I worm my way into the corner behind it. I’m right behind an attractive sliver daddy. He leans over waiting patiently for some cock. He watches two African Americans rutting to his right. I kneel behind him and start tonguing his crack. He bends more, allowing me better access. I lick and spit. I think I’ll be his first fuck of the night. I stand up and push in. He clutches at the table. But he opens up fast and I’m fucking at full force in no time. The black stud to my right watches me fuck. Our eyes meet. “You want to switch?” I ask. “Fuck, yeah.” We move around. He fucks into the Daddy and I slide into the young Black boy. Both fuckees turn slightly to see who is attached to the new dick in them. We fuck awhile like this and then switch back to our original bottoms. Another couple is leaning on the table directly across from us. A fourth guy is manhandled to the table just beyond the Black couple. I look again---it’s Ginger Tats getting fucked. It’s a great lazy Susan of fucking. A party helper comes over and tells us we can’t use the glass topped table for this. We stop. Ginger finds me. I continue fucking him, with Ginger kneeling in one of the dining chairs. In the next few hours I fuck: A long-haired hippie type in a leather Western duster. Ryan. A mouthy guy in a great leather harness. Ryan. A very young man who has a slightly older Boy Friend whoring him out. A veteran with an amputated arm. Ryan. A pushy Latino boy who won’t let me finish the man I’m in. A man I know from Michigan. Ryan. And I eat the ass of the most beautiful young man I’ve seen this weekend. There are also three men who were not prepared for big dick…that make me race for the one bathroom to which we have access. The officious party host has another announcement. “Listen up,” he shrills. “We found a cell phone. Claim it right now or we are calling your Mother and telling her what you are doing!” I need to get off and go home. But I can’t find Ryan or Ginger. I find a nice enough alternative. He is young and dark, with a beautifully thick hair pattern on his legs. I fuck, but he’s not taking me easily. The constant parade of tourists are getting to me. They aren’t having sex but are just gawking. The boy pulls off me, apologizes and I suddenly am overwhelmed with the noise and press of bodies. I want out. Now. I slink back to my room. Marco is asleep. He rouses enough to ask me how it was, but he’s really still asleep. I strip out of my leathers. I wash up. I crawl into the bed. The heat from Marco feels welcoming. My arms wrap around him. Chest to back. Cock to ass. He makes the tiniest noise of contentment. I make a bigger one and close my eyes. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 Marco and I had a leisurely breakfast late in the morning. I asked if he would be interested in meeting two of my best friends/fuck buddies today. They had sent me a text saying that this was the only day they could play. Marco liked that idea a lot. I told him about Rod and Brice and the incredible New Year’s Eve sex parties they had hosted—and how I’d kept the tradition alive when they could no longer have them at their house. He told me he would be glad to meet any of my fuck buds. I agreed, knowing that I have a really good sense of who will play well together. He suggested I ask Johann and Chuck as well. We set the time as 5:00pm. As I started to write invites to a number of local Chicago favorites, Marco went off to meet a man and his partner who hadn’t made the fisting party Marco was at last night. Invites out, I wrote notes for the blog about the night before. As I worked, the guest list kept evolving. Chuck and Johann had other plans. Another invitee thought he could—then realized it was right as he was taking pictures of the IML event. I added an invite to Arizona Daddy, having had fun with him now on two occasions. A man from my St. Louis parties was in town. He would be there too, if he could tear himself away from his new puppy. So when the dust settled, six of us. I wrote some and may have napped a little. By 4:30pm, Marco still wasn’t home. He breezed in, a little breathless, a moment later. His play session had just kept going and going. He jumped in the shower to freshen up and get the extra lube off his body. Arizona Daddy arrived right at 5pm. He stripped down to a dark jock and boots. We talked about our personal IML’s so far—we both were having a blast. I also filled him in on the other men. Rod, the one with the prematurely white hair, was versatile and into piss. Brice, taller and dark, was more bottom, but had been known to top. I told him about Marco’s incredible hole—and how I hoped to see some of his versatile side today—something I had never witnessed. Rod and Brice arrived. We hugged and they started to strip off. I always love watching those moments of first appraisal between men who haven’t met. The look of hunger in Rod and Brice’s eyes as they looked at Arizona Daddy told me everything… We don’t wait for the guy from St Louis, or even for Marco to come out to the bathroom. I am kissing Rod. AZ Daddy kisses Brice and pushes him to the floor to fellate his hard cock. I get Rod on all fours at the foot of the king sized bed. My face goes right into his sweet ass. He moans and reaches back with one hand to help spread his ass cheeks apart. I stand up and push my dick in just as the bathroom door opens and Marco comes out. He stands for a moment draped in his towel. He looks at me. At AZ Daddy. The towel drops and he gets on his knees to help Brice suck on AZ Daddy’s dick. I go back to paying attention to Rod. He pulls off my cock, spins around and licks it clean. I flip him onto his back and enter him again. I glance back over. Marco has Brice leaning onto the bed, rimming him. The next time I notice, Brice is being spit roasted— with Marco’s uncut dick in his mouth and TX Daddy’s uncut cock in his ass. A knock. It must be St. Louis. I pull out of Rod, and with my erection swinging, go to open the door. I pull it open. It’s the maid. This late in the day. Really? She apologizes as I sidestep behind the door. She’s gone in no time in a flurry of apologizing. I go back and find Rod is in the sling with AZ Daddy and Marco is now fucking Brice. I watch him work over the taller man. It’s the first time I have seen him top. It makes my cock even harder. So I stick it in Brice’s mouth. ***** I am at the sling, watching AZ Daddy fuck Rod. The play has been incredibly fluid—one moment Marco is fucking, the next he’s being fisted. We are sometimes in twos and threes, sometimes all five of us are all on the big bed using whatever holes are in front of us. Now it’s Brice’s turn to take a fist while Rod is in the sling. AZ Daddy and I have been rotating on his holes. AZ slows his fuck. He stands stock still. I know what’s about to happen. I watch Rod’s face. It flushes a deep red as AZ starts to piss deep into his guts. The moment it’s done, he begins fucking again. I hunker down under the sling, face up. My head is right there. I lick at the cock driving into him. I get droplets of piss on my tongue with every back stroke. “You want more?” AZ asks me. He doesn’t wait for a reply. He pulls out of the hole and piss cascades into my open mouth, down my chest and onto the tarp below the sling. He laughs and goes to the bed. I clean up Rod’s hole with my tongue and fuck him in earnest. The men on the bed have reversed. Marco is taking Brice’s fist while Brice is getting pounded by AZ Daddy. Then it goes wrong. Brice had tried a second hand and the lube has turned pink. We all pause as Marco makes it to the bathroom with a towel. Things are tense. “It slipped right in,” Brice keeps saying. Marco emerges. “Sorry about that. All fine.” But he keeps guys out of his hole for a time. Instead, Marco fucks Brice. A hard driving fuck, too. He shoots a load in Brice—and keeps right on going. He shoots again in quick succession. Brice finds me at the sling where I am playing with Rod. “Rimseat time.” I get under. Brice sits and starts feeding me the loads. Someone is sitting on my cock. It must be Rod. I feel his boots around my hips and know it is. I can feel that he’s facing away from Brice on the seat. And then I hear why—AZ Daddy is feeding Rod his dick as Rod bounces on my cock. Brice squeezes. Another glob of Marco’s cum is on my tongue. I swallow. I can feel my cock head swell. Rod is grinding his ass on me trying for the load. AZ grunts and seemingly spews all over Rod’s face—for droplets shower my legs. Rod stays in place, just milking my cock with his ass. Brice pushes the last large glob of cum into my mouth. I groan a deep gutteral sound and swallow Marco’s cum… More...

I've bred him twice....so my dna IS in you....

And, Tiger, we both know Jayson...h'mmmmmm

I think RT covered the basics--and Tiger's "There are NO rules" This could be really fun and hot!

He has a long list on the Porn Internet Database. His link: http://www.iafd.com/person.rme/perfid=JeffBrowning/gender=m/Jeff-Browning.htm The listing has the companies he worked for (and under his many different names.) I would start looking there...

If a top can put in his 2 cents....I don't want pre-lubed holes. I need, no, NEED, to eat the hole I am about to fuck. I want to taste it, revel in it...then add my cock. I rim before, during and after a fuck. It's the natural juices that make me want to have sex. I can't believe there are tops who don't rim, but I'm sure it's true....

Hey---I loved watching you use him, your look and how you worked him over....and the feeling of camaraderie as we left him used and walked to the elevators...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 I tried to sleep in, but it was almost impossible with my strong body clock. On the other hand, it was certainly nice to lie wrapped around a hot man in that “not quite awake—not quite asleep” state. Marco and I showered, ate and went back to the Vendor Market to buy the yellow and black neoprene harness. I never wear my leather one at the piss party—I don’t like getting it that wet. The neoprene will clean much more easily. And we both think it looks good on my thinner chest. When we got back to the room, I started prepping for the 2pm shoot of Ryan Cummings’ gangbang. Ryan will take dick and loads from 2pm until 2am. The director wanted me in the first hour of filming—and then suggested I come back later. The cameras go away for the afternoon while Ryan will take guys who don’t want to appear on video. They will film a second sequence at 10pm and another to wrap it up at 2am. I know I can’t make 10pm as I will just be done with the piss party, so I agreed to come back to the last sequence. I wondered about what to wear—as the director suggested two looks. I decided on my Air Force flight suit—an easy access costume—and looks really good on my slender frame. I’ll save my leathers for my late night appearance… I get upstairs. I hand a handsome man acting as door keeper my model release form. They take yet another picture of my IDs framing my face. We say hello to Ryan who looks great in a harness and black jock. He tells the five of us that he wants us to just have sex, not act. He would like to use the bed and a coffee table for variety. He points to the electronic sign above the bed with a red lit zero on it. After we shoot, we hit the button to advance the number. He talks a little about his involuntary orgasms. How me can shoot dozens of times in a two hour fuck. And then we wait. I look at the other men. We are all aware that we suddenly have to be hard on demand. Our hands go to our cocks. Checking them—as if they weren’t there—or worse, won’t function. One of the men is a guy about my age I shared hole with last night at the party. He has the fattest cock I have ever seen. It’s not very long, but bigger around than the proverbial beer can. He’s dressed in athletic gear that shows every mound of that dick. Next to me is a man in his early 40’s—with a chest every man in the room wishes he had. He strokes the most nervously of all of us. His harness shows off his pecs to perfect advantage. And the leather peaked cap gives a great leather daddy look. On my other side is a short, lithe elfin man. He is maybe late 30’s but likely early 40’s and cute as fuck. He’s totally naked—lithe and trim and hairy—then puts on clothes when he realizes we have to walk into the room to start the scene. The last top is the youngest. I guess he’s late 20’s. He has the good looks of youth, dark hair, ebony skin and a generous dick out lined in his pants. The Director—the camera man from my other porn with Bad Seed-- is also there and a second camera man. We are to wait in the hall, then arrive, strip down and go at it. Ryan will start on all fours on the foot of the bed. Out we go into the hall while the Director and Ryan talk a little more. The door keeper joins us. We chat about all the loads Ryan has taken already this trip. He’s aiming high. The Director opens the door. “Who wants to go first?” All of us look at each other. And fumble with our cocks under our clothes. “I will.” I step from my place in line and move to the door. I wait. “Action.” I walk in. All I can see in Ryan’s perfect ass. “Are you going to breed me, Daddy?” Ryan asks, with his slight Canadian accent. “Yeah, boy.” I don’t waste time with any more dialogue; I fall to my knees and start licking his ass. I unzip the flight suit from neck to my crotch. My cock juts out. I stroke and add some lube to it. It’s the last lube used in our hour of shoot. I rise and thrust in. Ryan’s first cock of the shoot. “Arggh!” Ryan groans. He pants and asks for more. The other guys file in as I fuck. They form a semi-circle around the foot of the bed. Watching and stoking. Stripping down as needed. The second camera man is on the bed shooting down on us. I feel the heat of the light from the Director’s camera on my legs; he’s down under me filming my cock pistoning in. As soon as I sense the Director moves, I slap Ryan’s ass and point to Beer Can Cock to take over. I step to the side and watch the scene. Ryan has his first orgasm, which wracks his body. We all take a turn with him on the bed. Sometimes we are up on it with him, with our cocks in his mouth. When the fifth guy has fucked him, Ryan gets up and drags the table into the scene. We rotate again, spit roasting Ryan on the table. He has at least two more involuntary cum shots. It’s now clear liquid and incredibly slippery. I scoop some off the table apply it to my cock. “Let’s fuck this back into you.” Ryan moans around the cock in his mouth. The room is getting very warm. Ryan flips onto his back. I hold one of his legs in the air. I have to do incredible knee bends when it’s my turn to fuck in this position. It hurts and is awkward. I let one of the shorter guys take my place. Ryan has had at least four orgasms before one of us shoots. It’s the lithe man. He pulls out. Buffed Chest cleans his cock and plunges into Ryan to fuck in the load. The number on the counter changes to one. It’s back to the bed, Ryan on all fours. Buffed Chest and I realize we love the same things. We make sure we clean the others’ cock after each fuck. It’s Buffed Chest who shoots next. Then the lithe man drops a second load. I move quickly to the dripping hole. I felch, leaving a little on Ryan’s taint for the camera and push in. I shoot. Lithe man is still at the counter and racks up my number four. I zip up and leave quietly—needing to get to the piss party. But not before Buffed Chest suggests we play later. ***** I drove Joe, my roommate from CLAW, to the piss party. It was already in full swing. I’d forgotten it started early for IML. The room is full of new faces. Men are everywhere—in the pool, wallowing in piss, giving head under the bar and the back corners, getting covered as they kneel behind the screens. I strip out of my flight suit, don the new harness and keep my boots and jock. I grin at the cute bag check boy who occasionally allows me to drink from him. I need to piss. I have chugged water the entire drive there. I cover a cute slave boy as his hot Master nods his approval. “Look who’s here.” I am grabbed by an attractive man I can’t place. “Look at this dick,” he tells his friends standing at the bar. “I took it at CLAW.” Oh, my God. It’s the Uniform Man I fucked in front of the crowd at one of the Recon Parties. One of his friends instantly backs into me. My cock is up his ass. I pound him hard, so he has to bend and clutch the bar. “Damn. You took something this big?” the friend queries Uniform Man as I fuck. “In front of a big group, too.” He turns to me. “I’ll find you later, once I warm up with someone else.” Sadly, he leaves early and never does. I fuck some more. Piss a lot more. I find Arizona Daddy from last night. He gives me one of the few piss loads I get to drink down. Most of the party is spent hosing the IML attendees who are new to me. I rarely see Joe, but when I do he’s wallowing in cock and piss. The party winds down an hour before end time—likely since it started early. Joe and I leave, giving Arizona Daddy a ride back to the hotel. ***** I eat. I nap. I get up in time to dress in my leathers for round two with Ryan. I go up at 1:30am to see how it’s going. The load count is at 53. A gorgeous Latino is fucking Ryan as I go in. An old man sits on the couch. He tells me he is the official fluffer. He rakes his teeth across my cock. I tell him to stop. He can’t believe he just hurt my over-used dick. Various men come in and scuttle out as they learn we are filming in 15 minutes. The Director arrives with a bearded hunk. He has a great cock with that piercing known as Jacob’s ladder— three or four sets of bars under the skin of his dick, capped with tiny balls. Speed bumps for Ryan’s ass he tells me. We tell the beautiful Latino to stay for the filming. He’s already given Ryan two loads. We clear the room. The two of them do the ID stuff. I suggest I go last so that I round out the fuck-a-thon. The Director likes that a lot. The Latino goes first. On the bed and fast. #54 The Bearded Hunk shoves Ryan up against the window and enters him there. The Director gets a terrific shot of the Chicago skyline at night behind the rutting. They stop as they can’t get underneath shots without too much glare on the window. Bearded Hunk throws him on the bed. Ryan is face down. He tries to get up on all fours, but BH pushes him flat and throws Ryan a mean, in charge fuck. #55 “I’m back.” I pull Ryan around, back to our initial starting place. He mumbles something about my monster dick. He gets ups on all fours. I taste the loads just shot in him. I enter. I fuck as hard as the man before me. I show no mercy for his 12 hour fuck marathon. I shoot—almost involuntarily. BH hits the button. #56 I’m still hard. My cock doesn’t acknowledge that I shot. I lick at the load I’ve left. I push in again. I fuck. This time I have the convulsive orgasm I want. I buck and spray into Ryan. After we recover, we set up the end shot of me walking to the button. I press it. The Director pans up to the #57 glowing above Ryan’s ass. I walk by, slap his butt affectionately and the camera zooms in on his dripping hole. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 After dinner I cleaned up and got into my leathers. I had been cruising the party ads on BBRT. There were maybe two ads for true sex parties. All the others were cum dumps demanding instant loads. I wanted to play longer than that. The hosts of the parties never responded so I set out to the open house/sex party held by another hook-up site. The elevator spits me out on the top floor of the building. I find the suite easily. In the large main room, guys are standing around drinking and eating snacks. Two slings are set up. One is empty; the other contains a man waiting for the action to happen. I notice an open doorway that seems to lead to a dark room. Bingo. I walk in. 20 or so guys are half naked and rutting like pigs. The beds are pushed against the wall and form an L shape. A sling is in the far corner where a noisy fucking is happening. A bathroom door is open with the light left on—the only light in the room. I find my way to the wall and lean against it. I massage the bulge in my jock. My hand is replaced by somebody else’s. And then another. I can’t quite see who falls to his knees to pull the fabric pouch to the side—and gets slapped in the face by my hardening cock. He sucks it for a bit. Then stands and pulls me towards the bed. I can see him now—a young Latino. His pants are pulled to half-mast as he kneels on the bed. I slide into his hole—no rimming, no lube….well no lube needed—he’s had a busy night. It’s a nice hole—but nothing like the talented one I just had in my bedroom a few hours ago. My eyes are getting used to the darkness. The bed to my right is lined with men on all fours--their asses in the air and waiting to be fucked. A cocksucker sits on the other bed with two leather men standing in front of his face. I pull out of my Latino boy and slip into the ass next to us. It’s beefy leather guy—hardly fat—all muscle and an ass that is round and full. He grunts his surprise and pleasure. And milks my dick like it should be. When he rears up, I pull out and push into ass number three. Another boy here just for the sex not the leather. He’s young, and he can’t take me. I move on to number four. He’s bigger and beefier and in Neoprene from head to toe—only his ass crack is exposed. He’s a great fuck. He fucks back and gives my cock a true work out. He convulses under me—I think he’s cum—for I never see him again. At the end of the line is a man in his sixties on his knees on the floor. He is on clean up detail. He takes my cock lovingly into his mouth to taste all the juice. I let him lick and suck. “All four,” he murmurs to me as I pull out of his mouth. I nod, with a shrug that says ‘I can’t help myself.’ I move to the wall again. A rock solid man with huge pecs and wearing only a leather kilt and boots is next to me. A nice thick dick is jutting out from the leather panels of the garment. He seems to be strictly trade—a lot of guys have been sucking on that cock but he’s just stood there. I kneel in front of him. He starts fucking my face. The leather panels slap at my chin as I swallow him down. He is trying to choke me with that cock. I open my throat and let him do what he wants. Eventually he pulls me up. I would love to kiss him, but that’s not in the cards. He cradles my cock in his right hand, hefting it and really looking at it for the first time. He looks at me. Back at my cock. And then my face again. He leans over and tries to suck me. It’s a terrible angle. His teeth do a number on my over worked cock. I move away. I push back into the mix of men on the plastic coated floor. I let countless men suck my cock. I fuck the Latino boy again. And the beefy leatherman. And several new ones. I look up. There is Ginger Tats from CLAW—who I played with so much there. I fuck him braced against the wall by the bathroom. I go out into the big room for some air. It’s not just a reception room anymore. Guys are using the slings. I fuck a lanky leatherman on an ottoman, sharing him with another daddy. We go from ass to mouth, moving around him. He whimpers a “Thank you, Daddy” anytime his mouth is free. I go back into the dark room. I guess I was wrong about the kilt guy being trade—there he is bent over and getting plowed. I move towards him. I want that ass. But I am pulled onto the bed by a younger man in a rubber vest and jock. He slobbers on my cock, then presents a beautiful ass framed in red rubber for me to fuck. I do. And almost get off. I watch the kilted guy take a load. But he makes a beeline for the bathroom and the room is suddenly black as he shuts the door. I have just pulled out of the rubber guy. Is that his mouth on my cock? Or some other guy who loves the taste of ass? Hands are on my ass, caressing the hairy cheeks. I feel another man’s mouth on me. It hurts. I pull away. I stumble back out into the bigger room. I find a chair over by the food and away from the action. I need to sit for a moment. I take a long pull on the water bottle I’ve brought with me. A young man in jeans and t-shirt—looking like a tourist with all the kink wear—kneels before me. “May I suck you, Sir?” I nod. A man of about my age, but built much thicker comes over and sits next to me. He strokes his regulation sized cock rather off handedly as we chat about the ass we’ve fucked. All the time the boy is sucking away---and doing a damn good job. “You look familiar. What’s your name on BBRT?” “Felchingpisser.” “I thought so. We’ve shared a boy in common.” He goes on to tell me that Bryce, my piss boy, had served him on a visit to Arizona. I chuckle when he tells me he couldn’t feed Bryce enough piss during their long session. I push the cock sucker over to my fellow top. The boy likes the idea. A lot. His cock is now being stroked as he goes from cock to cock. The Arizona Daddy leans down to tell him what a good sucker he is—and finishes with “Do you want some piss, boy?” The boy is up and away so fast I have to laugh. “Well I want it,” I tell him. I kneel and take his cock in my mouth. I get a long drink, chugging it down. “Save some to bring up to me,” he commands. As I feel the flow diminishing, I stop swallowing and let my mouth fill. I stand up and yellowball the piss to him. We kiss long and deep. “See you tomorrow at the piss party,” he tells me, before disappearing into the crowd. ***** I’ve been here over two hours. My cock is feeling a little sore. I need to get off and go home. The muscled ass leather guy is still standing by the bed, waiting for the next dick. “Do you want a load?” I whisper in his ear. He doesn’t answer, but just gets on the bed on all fours and takes a huge hit of poppers. I surprise him with rimming his ass. While slick, I can find no evidence of cum in his hole. I rise up, fuck and fill him noisily. He has some now. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2014 “I’m sorry, Sir. Your reservation has been cancelled.” I look at him in disbelief. I am standing at check-in at the hotel. I can feel the flop sweat begin to seep out of me. Marco is dealing with the bags. I’m glad he’s not here to hear this. “I have a confirmation number.” I dig it out of my computer case. He barely glances at it. “That’s the number that was cancelled.” The receptionist looks apologetic and asks for my ID anyways. Within moments he juggles something and we are checked into the 29th floor of the sold out host hotel. We unpack. We re-arrange the room in order to set up the sling. It fits—even with the king sized bed. We cruise the Vendor Mart. I note a black and yellow neoprene harness that would change up my piss party look. But I don’t buy it. Marco has been in contact Johann—the man in the sling room where we all met in December. And there he is working the MAFIA table—tall, thin, handsome with his close cropped hair. His thin line of bead has filled in to a full goatee since I saw him last. We all hug. And grope. And arrange to come to our room at 7:30 to do a little warm-up play before Johann and Marco go off to the big fisting party. I write the first IML blog post. I publish it, just as there is a knock on the door. Johann is here. And with his partner, Chuck. Chuck and I have met once before—ages ago—where I had fucked the partners side by side. Chuck is in his early 50’, with a shaved head and scruff on his face. He is well put together with a thick uncut cock and a perky bubble butt. Marco is still in the shower, but we don’t wait. We all strip. Before I can get my boots back on, Chuck is sucking Johann’s cock. He is kneeling with his ass right on the edge of the bed. I kneel and tongue the hairless ass in front of me. He moans like no one ever eats his hole. And maybe they don’t with that big cock of his. Marco steps out of the bathroom and joins the pile of bodies on the bed. I pull Johann around and switch to eating his hole. Chuck and Marco are kissing. We couple off—my cock sinks into Johann and Chuck starts to rim Marco. I concentrate on the look of lust on Johann’s face. He is squeezing my cock constantly. Next to us, Chuck pushes Marco flat on the bed and enters him. Raw. Something he rarely does. I grin. I may finally get to felch some jizz out of Marco---something we both really want… I get Johann’s legs up on my shoulders. I am fucking him deeply on every stroke. Eventually, I pull out—he swings around to taste his ass on my cock. We both stop and watch Chuck shudder and shoot. The lack of condom (and Marco’s remarkable butt) has caused him to shoot fast. Chuck let’s his cock marinate in the hole while Johann and I resume fucking— faster and harder. When Chuck finally pulls out, I’m right there to clean his sensitive cock. He loves this. Something else he rarely gets? I don’t ask, I just make sure I lick up every drop of cum from under his foreskin. Marco has gotten on all fours—right on the corner of the bed. “Come eat me out. I finally get to feed you.” I crawl over to his ass. A pearl of cum is showing on his pucker. I lick it off. My tongue burrows farther in. The man shot a geyser in there. There is a lot of cum. Thick and creamy. I swallow it all. I go back to fucking Johann—but now in the sling. We are just making each other feel good. Neither of us wants to get off with the full evening stretching before us. For variety, I add the egg head dildo to his well fucked butt. It tightens Johann right back down. I pummel his ass, sliding the underside of my cock along the ridged column of the toy. Eventually, we realize it’s time for them to start to the El to make their party. They dress. We kiss lingeringly and then they are out the door. I get dressed and go get dinner, contemplating what trouble I can get into tonight. More...

Thanks. I had two play sessions on Friday. I better get writing....

Thanks, Tiger. He is such a hot man--and a great roommate. IML is really gearing up.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2014 “Come on. Sit on my face.” The Muscle Hole is standing astride the rim seat. I am under it. The Jungle Juice Platinum is just beginning to kick in. “Let me lick that hole I just fucked,” I mutter. He lowers himself onto the seat. All in a rush I get his hairy hole on my tongue. Then it’s his spread hairy hole all over my tongue. I probe into him deeply. Marco contracts his ass—his hole clutches at my tongue. He holds. And sighs as he releases the clenched muscles. I slurp down the lube his ass has made defending itself from the hard fuck I’d just given him on the fuck bench. I gurgle happily. Marco sighs and uncaps his poppers. It’s Thursday night. Marco has made it to the playroom where we will spend the night and hit the road to Chicago and IML first thing in the morning. I have eaten his hole on the fuck bench. Fucked him. Added the egg-shaped dildo and double fucked him. And now I’m reveling in the rewards of my exertion. I drive my tongue back into him. Marco squirms, and bears down on my tongue again. I twist my face to one side. “Sit on my cock.” I am beating my meat like a teenager. “Right here….” I barely get the words out. He stands, takes two steps forward, then turns towards me, stepping over my hips rather gingerly, to face me. He lowers his ass. It brushes my slimy dick head. Slowly he adjusts and lowers himself on to me. My cock is rampant. I can’t get enough of his hot butt. He takes all of me in one full, long silky stroke. He holds it. Then pushes himself up and slams his ass down on me. I grunt. And just hold still. I let him do all the work. He fucks himself until his legs ache. “Sit back up here. Let me taste what I just did to your ass…” Marco gets up. And, ever the show off, sits on my face ever so slowly. I see the matted hair around his hole. The redness of his skin where his cheeks have hit my hips. The tiny tattoo that… My vision is blacked out as he hunkers down onto the seat. My mouth opens to gasp for air and is filled with his ass lips. I whimper. And instinctively suck him in… ***** It’s much later. My hand is inching into his gut. I have already passed the wrist. I have popped that in repeatedly, first with my right hand and then with my left. Now, my right fist has slowly, painstakingly, opened, one finger at a time so my hand is cupped like a scoop. My fingers are working ever deeper. My head leans forward. I rest my cheek on his abdomen. There is some cum there that has drooled out of his cock each time my hand popped the ring. I ignore it and concentrate on feeling my hand underneath me, deep in his most private place. It’s an overwhelming feeling of intimacy. He totally trusts me. I literally have his life in my hand. The bridge of my hand moves slightly, connecting with my cheek through all those layers of skin and sinew and muscle. My middle finger moves. Barely. It finds the way to lead the rest of my hand a little deeper. Marco takes a hit. I don’t move. Another increment deeper. Marco’s breath rasps in. His hand flies up—signaling me to stop. “Enough.” I work my hand out almost as carefully. Until Marco clamps down and forces out of his ass in a single push. “Is that it for tonight?” I ask. “For hand. Yeah. Not for dick. You wanna load me?” My cock stands up from its semi-elongated state. I poke at his ravaged hole. I work just the head in. It always amazes me how he can feel almost as tight as when we began. I am long dicking him now. Marco groans and closes his eyes. I pump away. Really wanting to seed him. I pull out. I kneel and my mouth finds his hole. I taste it. And again. I stand up just in time to insert. And fill… And collapse. And so IML weekend begins….more to come each day… More...

Thanks....I am slowly cleaning the leathers and packing...

That was a REALLY great afternoon. Fun guys and great ass!! (I had no idea you'd taken so many picutures....)