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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 He had written me out of the blue. I’d posted my travel plans on BBRT. This young man commented on how much he liked my pictures. And my cock. And would I be interested in coming to his gangbang on Friday afternoon? I said yes. Snuggling in bed with Joe, this morning, I told him of my plans for the day. He looked at the pictures on the young man’s profile. The curve of his ebony ass got Joe hard. “Ask him if I can come too.” We asked. He said yes. We went over to the main hotel at 5:30pm to fuck him. The elevator doors opened on the appropriate floor. There is Ginger Tats, from last night, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear that out lined his plump cock. “Are you guys going to room xxx?” he asked. We said yes. We found the room and knocked. A lithe young man in athletic socks and a Nasty Pig jock opened the door. His curly black hair is cropped close. His smile is dazzling. Swimmers build is used too frequently. He had it for real. His mouth fell open as three of us trooped in together. Our boy is a great kisser. As Joe and I strip, we watch him kiss Ginger Tats until GT’s large cock head pokes out of the leg band of his shorts. I get out of my clothes faster than Joe. I kneel behind the boy who has bent over to suck GT’s cock. My tongue goes right into his hole. I pull those firm, black cheeks apart and make him moan around the cock in his mouth. GT eventually pulls him off his cock and turns him around. I stand up so he can take my erect dick in his mouth. GT pushes into his ass. Joe comes over, kneels and licks my balls as the boy sucks the shaft. Soon, I’m up him. He is tight, his ass gripping my invading cock. He becomes a whore every time he hits the poppers. GT and Joe kiss and suck each other as I push the boy onto the bed—never leaving his hole. I pummel his ass. GT takes another turn. The boy is standing, but bent over, holding onto me. GT suddenly grunts and shoots. “Milk him good,” I tell him. “Get every last drop.” I can tell from the pleasure/pain on GT’s face, that the boy is doing just that. GT pulls out slowly. The boy swings around and cleans his cock. Then it’s up on the bed. He’s read my profile. He knows I want to tongue his hole now that it has a load. He’s on all fours—his head cocked around, looking over his shoulder at me. I take a huge hit of Jungle Juice and dive it. My tongue instantly connects with load. I slurp noisily as I swallow it down. My tongue works tirelessly. The boy is loving this attention every bit as much as our cocks in his ass. I strain into him, searching for the last drop of jizz. I stand up. I kiss Joe, letting him taste the cum. “Now fuck him.” Joe grins and sticks his cock into the slick hole. He fucks him hard. The sound of his hips slapping against the bubble butt seems to turn GT on—he never goes soft. We all rotate again. This time the boy sits on our cocks as we sprawl on the bed. I’m first—the boy rides me moaning. He pulls off. Joe is sitting, waiting to be next. GT slides around behind Joe, lifts him up and pushes into his ass. The boy still happily sits on Joe. I watch, jerking my cummy cock at the sandwich of ass fucking in front of me. When the weight gets too much, they all separate. GT pulls himself to the edge of the bed. The boy sits again, facing GT. I kneel and start licking GT’s balls. And the shaft as it disappears into the crack of that ebony butt. GT is talking trash about my filthy tongue. He loves it. He loves it so much, he shoots a second load. This time the boy sits on my face, letting gravity feed me. Reluctantly I get him off me. I have him kneel on the bed, right at the edge. Joe is in his mouth. GT watches as I enter him. It doesn’t take long. I shoot, clutching his back. ***** We all lie down. Cuddling. Stroking. Talking of this and that. There is a knock. I let in two more men. The boy springs to life and starts helping them strip as the three of us get dressed. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 We arrive at the playspace just after midnight. I park the car across the street. I grab my bag, open it and pull out the leash. “You still want this.?” I ask. Joe nods. “It will be hot to go in that way.” I smile and attach it to the choke collar I had placed around his neck in our bedroom. He is looking particularly hot tonight—jeans and boots with a wife beater over a yellow and black lace up jock. I have on the Air Force flight suit to cover my chaps, harness and pouching yellow jock. The party has been going on for an hour. In previous years, the first hour of these events is not about play, it’s about guys standing around nervously, swigging their drink and maybe copping a feel. We sign in, go up the stairs and strip down to our play clothes. The cute coat check boy is happy to take our things. I stuff lube and my new bottle of poppers into my waist band. I grab his leash and lead Joe into the playspace. We can hear a man moaning the moment we go through the curtained door. Men are milling around in the center of the room. Down the left side of the space are various booths. The walls are of chicken wire so you can see in. The first has a cross. The sounds are coming from the second where a portly man in on the bondage table and has an entire forest of clothes pins attached to his scrotum, thighs, nipples and the tip of his cock. In various booths there are slings, fuckbenches, and bleachers. A watersports area and shower, along with brand new restrooms are at the end. The right side of the room has a cross and then a sling on a raised platform which is where the porn guys will perform. “This way.” I lead Joe to the fuckbench closest to the piss area. A man I recognize from previous years is getting the few guys who can manage piss play to cover him. I get Joe on the bench. His ass juts out invitingly. I kneel. Two out of shape men arrive at the door to our booth. They grope themselves as I begin to rim the sweet hole in front of me. My cock lengthens, but I don’t fuck him. Joe wants to wait a little. The porn show starts. Michael Brandon is working over a blindfolded sub. We watch Michael use a riding crop on the man’s nipples, jutting ass and cock. Soon the sub is put in the sling. The room of 30 or so men are jerking as they watch him get fucked. A muscle Daddy finds me and drops to his knees. Joe watches as the guy takes me to the root. A man in yellow designer shorts is standing behind Joe, grinding a semi hard cock and a pair of saline injected balls against Joe’s inviting ass. Michael Brandon invites guys up to jerk off on the man in the sling. I far prefer the man giving me head. Especially when he stands up, spins around and inserts my raw cock into his warm hole. I fuck in time with Michael. Guys are evenly distributed between those watching the show on the stage and those watching the fucking next to them. (Point of pride….I’m every bit as hung as Michael…) Joe is hauled into the sling room by Yellow Shorts. I fuck my guy a little more, than we both go to find Joe. Joe is slinged and Yellow Shorts is grinding against him. He steps out of the way when he sees my hard cock. I kneel and taste Joe’s hole again. I moan in the back of my throat. I tongue him deeply, but not for long. I want to kick this group into gear. I stand up and say rather loudly “You want this raw cock up your ass?” It’s all it takes for the crowd to surge into our cubicle. I enter Joe’s wet hole and show off—pulling out in long strokes and plowing deep. This turns on the guy I’ve been fucking. He tells me “That looks so hot.” He gets really hard and takes a turn topping. He pulls out and takes his wet cock to Joe’s shoulder. Joe leans over to clean his cock—and the man fires a load onto Joe’s shoulder. I mop it up and announce to the room that I am fucking the cum into my boy. I do just that. A ginger haired, heavily tatted man with a pa (who I recognize from the gangbang I threw for Jayson Park two years ago) bends over next to us as a man needs a hole right now. We fuck in time to the music blaring. The man cums deep in the Ginger Tats’ hole. “Here.” Ginger Tats has me step back. He enters Joe, then bends over. “Taste his load.” Ah, he remembers me, too. I eat the load out of his hole as he fucks Joe. I stand and slide into his cum filled chute. Ginger Tats stands still and I fuck him hard enough he’s still thrusting into the ass in front of him. I pull out. Ginger Tats pulls out. I fuck my cum covered cock into Joe. Ginger Tats and I kiss. I man steps around. He is average looking. Until you look at his thick cock. He asks permission to fuck. I nod, as I push Ginger Tats to the floor. He fucks Joe a long time. I fuck Ginger Tats, with him bent over and holding onto Joe. The man up Joe cums. Silently. I only know from a slight wrinkling of his brow. And the jizz dripping to the floor. I stop fucking and bend to clean his dripping cock. I share a sloppy kiss with Ginger Tats and kneel to felch. Heaven. Why I am here. I fuck the remains of the load deep into Joe. Another spectator with a long thin cock looks eager. I nod. He slips up Joe and talks in low tones to him . I bend Ginger Tats over, this time with him hanging onto the wire wall. Joe is being caressed by many jerkers as the thin cocked man fucks him. I plow Ginger Tats rather noisily. I look over repeatedly. The fucker is holding perfectly still. I glance at Joe’s face—he’s feeling every shot of the man’s explosion. I wait. The man begins fucking in his own, copious load. Then pulls out. He had been watching. He asks for me to clean him up. I do. Eagerly. I reverse felch the remains into Joe. And suddenly there is no one in our room. It’s after 2 and everyone has gone home. Joe is beat. We get dressed, get out of there and get him some food. I don’t get off—but it’s every bit as good to feel him in bed beside me for what remains of the night. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 I was at my office desk when my phone dinged. A text. I sighed. I wanted to get out of there and get the suitcases in the car and get on the road to Cleveland. CLAW was calling my name. It was Joe—the scent pig from St. Louis. “All systems are go,” he wrote. “I will arrive in Cleveland after you. Which hotel?” I had to pause. I had seen Joe again in St. Louis this February. We played in my expensive hotel room there—a meeting I have yet to write up. We’d talked, as we lay together on the huge bed at the Westin, rather idly about doing CLAW together as I stroked his sweaty bicep. And now, here he was driving up to do it. It is a nine hour drive for him. Damn. I told him the Howard Johnson—one of the overflow hotels, but exclusively leather. So he’s here. I’ve registered. And we have our tickets to the first of the Recon/reflex parties. Joe is in the shower as I type this. The running water reminds me of when we first met, about six years ago. Here’s his picture. Imagine this man in a jock, kneeling in the middle of the bar at the Chicago piss party begging for piss. I gave him some… Enough. I need to shower and get into my chaps. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Columbus, OH—February, 2014 I mentioned him briefly. He was the boy I got off in after the terrific fisting session I had in the middle of December at Steamworks in Chicago. I think I just called him the Hairy One. And he is, below the waist. He conceivable has the hairiest ass I have ever fucked---the kind of long silky hair I want to braid with my tongue. We wrote each other after that meet. He typed: “I want more of what I briefly had the experience of at Steamworks... and more. I want to feel your hand inside my hole. When is good with you?” February was my month of traveling for work. I had just been in Memphis for too many days. And now I was gearing up for the next trip to St Louis. But I wanted more, too. So I went to his home in Columbus on my one free weekend. His playroom was in the basement. He had a sling attached to the rafters. I’d brought the rimseat, for I needed that hairy ass on my face. It was cool down there. No, it was cold. But we warmed it up fast…I am kneeling in front of that hairy, hairy ass. I sit back on my heels and just look at Marco in the sling. His ass is giving off heat; he is, after all, fresh from the shower. The hair is still slightly damp. The drops glisten in the light from the single bulb lighting the scene. Music fills the room. One of those discs of music to fuck by. I linger another moment. Looking. Enjoying the anticipation. I dive in. The hair clings to my face. Marco groans. He has clamped his ass shut. My tongue pries him open. He flowers open when he’s ready. My tongue plunges deep into him. My cock erects at the taste and heat of his hole. Marco reaches down and pulls his cheeks apart even more. I go deeper yet. ]I feel totally at home, my face plastered against his butt. I stay there a long time. Eventually, I rear up and fuck him. Again he shows his muscle control. He clamps down on my cock until it’s the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked. Then he relaxes his anal grip and lets me slide into him. I fuck two or three strokes and he clamps again. “Jesus,” I bark. It feels incredible. His silky canal is grasping at every millimeter of my cock. He relaxes again. I fuck him hard. His cock never ceases to drool into an ever growing puddle of re-cum. I finally mop it up with my right hand and spread it over my cock then push back into his hole. “That’s so hot…” he mutters under his breath. Then he closes his eyes and concentrates on milking my dick. I pause in my assault of his ass. I grab the egg-headed dildo out of my bag. I give it a quick lube work it into Marco. His eyes are still closed, so he’s not sure what I have added. I push it down and work my cock in along the top of it. Suddenly, Marco is very full. He moans. I love how tight I have made him. He tries to tighten down on me, but the toy prevents him. I double fuck him until I have to stop—thinking I might get off. We try the rimseat. I love how wet his hole is on my face, but the floor, even with the towel I brought for me to lie on, is too cold. We go back to the sling. I pull out the largest toy I own. Marco takes it easily. I add a finger around the thick edges of it, continuing the stretch. Then a second one. “I want that hand.” I give him my cock instead. I fuck him hard as I pull on a pair of black, nitrile gloves. The J-lube is right there. I grease up—my cock still pumping into him. I pause and work my left hand fingers into his hole, wrapping them around my cock. I pull my cock out and my fist is all but sucked into his ass. He clamps down on my wrist. I pull out slightly and open my fingers. I push back in. I pull out and repeat with my right hand. Slowly. And deliberately. His hole is flexing and telling me when to slow, when to go deeper. ]His ass is amazingly talented. I go back to my cock. His hole is just as tight as when I started. Then he opens it and I add all four fingers of my left hand. I pull out my left hand fingers and add my right. Back to the left. Then I pull out my cock and let my left hand slip into him. I am now alternating hands. Alternating the speed. I slow. My left hand is still in him. I work the right in alongside with it. My fingers intertwine deep in his guts. We pause. Marco tells me he has had several full body orgasms. When we go back, it’s all about depth. I am seated. My right hand just crawls up him, ever so slowly. Feeling for each turn of his canal. I am halfway to the elbow. I end with the side of my face on his stomach, feeling my hand work ever deeper into his gut. He touches my ear—holding me in place. We are as connected as two people can be. His body shudders out another ass induced orgasm. I am back to my cock. And a hand. After all the ass play, Marco can still grip my cock and wrist. I work my hand out. I think I’m blowing my load. He clamps down. I shoot into his constricting hole…. ***** We shower together after. Having someone wash my back is almost as good as the sex. We sleep together in his massive king sized bed. We don’t need all that room…. ***** On Sunday, we add his toys into the play. Those toys dwarf any of mine. And we do it all over again…. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I am packing: Chaps Vest Harness The shirt in the picture Sling Rimseat And a lot of extra towels. CLAW is this coming weekend. Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend brings together some of the hottest men in the Midwest and, now, the rest of the world. It is one of my favorite places to play. Once again I will be doing daily reports from the front--whether I’m playing in the hotel or at the incredible Recon/Reflex parties held in the Flex Warehouse. Hopefully, I might meet a reader or two at the Vendor Mart Or in the sling… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—February, 2014 I’d been home from Memphis for almost a week. With the flurry of activity there (and the late nights) I had not even tried to hook up when I got home. Which meant that I was now horny as fuck. But I had to go visit my Dad at his senior living facility—not look for a hook up. The visit was mildly depressing. The Alzheimer’s seemed to be progressing faster now—or maybe I was noticing more changes with being gone for over week. And it was Valentine’s Day. A day my late partner and I used to laugh at...but no more. I left Dad and drove to a fast food parking lot. I hauled out my computer. I would be damned if I was going to be alone tonight. I connected on the free wireless and logged onto BBRT. My mood shifted. The profile right under mine was a piss pig who’d been talking to me for months. We’d never had the same times available to play. I asked if he was looking for now. It took him mere seconds to answer “yes.” Three exchanges later we were set—we’d play at his place in an hour so we could both tank up. I found his home easily. A little elfin man in a towel opened the door. Mark was around my age. His head was shaved. His thin body was fit and hard. The floor in front of the couch was covered with large white garbage bags and some plastic sheeting under those. I got out of my clothes quickly. His towel dropped. He stroked himself to a semi hard as he watched me push and pull my balls and cock through my cock ring. My bladder was full. I pulled on the yellow jock. I stuck my small lube bottle into the waistband. Then the poppers. I had to piss… “You want this?” I ask him unnecessarily, grasping my swelling pouch. He nods. “Get on your knees.” He does, right in the middle of the covered carpet. I pull my cock out. I am swelling with just the thought of pissing on this man—who’s wanted it for half a year. I stand right in front of him. His mouth opens. He tries to take me in his mouth. I pull it away. Piss spurts—hitting him on the chin. He opens his mouth again—craning forward, looking like a hungry baby bird. I redirect it up to his mouth. He gurgles in delight as he swallows me down. Now I let the stream hit his nipples and bring it down to his swollen red cock. He is beating his dick like mad. I love the wet sound his hand makes as I cover his cock with the hot stream. I will myself to stop the flow. “All fours.” I bark out. He falls forward. I move around behind him. I get down on my knees, reach forward and spread his cheeks apart. I lean in—my tongue finds his hole. He grunts into the bottle of poppers he has plastered to his nose. I eat him out. My cock is incredibly hard. I straighten up and have my cock right against his hole. It spurts more piss, coating his ass crack. I am right back to eating and slurping the pale liquid from his hairy cleft. I reach down, and one handed, grab the lube from my jock, flip open the cap and get a couple of drops on my rampant cock. I plunge into him. “Oh, fuck. Yes.” He’s hot. I want to just fucking pound him, but I start slowly. I really do want to feel every inch of his ass clinging to my cock as I pull out. I sink back in. Inch by inch. I can’t help myself. I just rev it up and slam into his ass. He’s breathless when I stop. I help him up and we both grab water bottles. “I need to piss,” he mutters more to himself than me. I take another swig of water then kneel in front of him. “You want to…” he says and trails off. “Feed it to me.” Mark puts the head of his soft cock in my mouth. I can see the concentration on his face as I take a deep breath of my own poppers. I get the cap on just in time. His stream of piss starts slowly and builds. I swallow. At first easily. Then it’s flowing in a rush, so much so I can barely keep up with the monumental flow. He tastes great. He’s hydrated and it’s a sweet, pale stream that is cascading down my throat. I swallow and swallow. His stream slows and sputters out. I stand up. I lean in for a kiss and yellowball a mouth full of piss into his mouth. Mark groans like he’s just shot a load. We spend a long time taking turns rimming each other. Back and forth. Then as a 69. As soon as I need to piss again, I stop licking his wet ass and pull Mark up so he’s on all fours. I push easily into his puffy hole. He groans again and takes a hit of poppers. I fuck for a moment. Mid stroke, I stop. I hold a moment then begin a very slow fuck. And start to piss. I don’t think he can feel it at first. Then: “Oh, my God. Fuck me full of piss.” I start to slam into him harder. His ass is filling fast. The temperature is soaring. “That feels incredible. Fuck that piss into me.” I am still spurting piss into his hole. Every back stroke pulls a little out of him. “I feel so full. Shit, that’s hot.” I fuck him hard. I stop for a moment and let my cock marinate in the piss. I pull it out and bring it around to his mouth. His eyes tell the tale—I have done one of those things he’s only dreamed about. His mouth is all over my cock. I pull it out and take it back to his dripping hole. I push in. Piss squirts out on me. I am ready to load him up. “You want some cum now?” “Fuck, yes. Knock me up.” I slow and then speed up to a punishing fuck. My wet hips slap his wetter butt cheeks. The sound turns us both on. He’s playing with his soft cock. I gasp. And shoot. I grind my load deep into his overflowing ass. I pull out. Spent and wet. And happy… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis—February, 2014 My last night in Memphis was with another out of towner. Guys in Memphis must not have sex on week nights. The guy who contacted me didn’t beat around the bush. He said something about wanting me in him—a size he swore he’d never had. I gave him the late night hour I could play. It didn’t faze him at all. He was knocking at my door on the stroke of 11:00pm. I watch him strip. I am already naked, but for athletic socks and a metal cock ring. He’s under 40, with sandy hair that sticks out every which way—like we’ve already had vigorous sex. He’s visiting Memphis from New England. His sun starved body is as white as my own. But there’s a lot more of it. He’s not fat, but he is beginning to carry more weight than he likely wants. His full, hairless ass is spot lit from the light I’ve left on in the bathroom as he steps out of his jeans. When he turns toward me, he’s hard with a dollop of precum on his piss slit. He fingers it off and brings it up to his mouth. I smile. He grins and gets on his knees in front of me. He takes me to the root in one easy gulp. He’s obviously a cocksucker. And a good one. He grunts in pleasure as I start to fuck his face. I do one particularly deep thrust. He gags. I pull back, but the sound has made his cock drip steadily. I fuck his face some more. Every four strokes or so I go deep. I bring up long strands of the thick spittle from deep in his throat. When I have one that clings to my cock, I tell him to get up on the bed on all fours. “Just go easy on my ass. I don’t get fucked very often.” As soon as he’s in place, I run my sopping cock down the crack of his ass. With it good and wet—I kneel and make it wetter. I poke the thick spittle into him. He’s huffing poppers now. Some nasty, cheap brand by the smell of it. I prod him a little more with my tongue. I’m up and working my cock against his hole. There is not nearly the resistance I expect. I can work my big head in fairly easily. Suddenly, his canal opens and I go in with a rush. My pubes are brushing against his smooth ass cheeks. He grunts, as do I. I hold until he takes another massive hit of poppers. I begin to fuck him in earnest. It’s not even six minutes before his ass is clamping down on my cock. He’s shooting, I just know it. I will myself to cum---but it’s far too soon. I slow—and pull out of him. “Sorry. I made a mess.” He rolls onto his back. There is a huge load on the sheet under him. “You didn’t have to stop.” “Really?” My hand scoops up most of his load. I apply it to my dick. ‘Let me ride you,” he suggests. I’m fine with him being in charge. I lie down on the cool sheet. He straddles me and lowers himself until we hit rock bottom again. He starts impaling himself on my sperm covered dick. I am enjoying him doing the work. The slickness of his hole is great. I am churning his sperm on every stroke. “You want this Daddy load?” He slows. “I usually play safe when I bottom.” “You were on BBRT…” “I play bare when I top and slip on a raincoat when I bottom. But I wanted to take you no matter what.” His hand is all over the dick which has spurt so recently. His ass tightens again. In moments, he splatters another load across my chest. “Damn,” he groans. He slows—then raises himself so my cock falls out of his ass. “I don’t think I can take any more. His hole, what I can see of it, is covered in his cum now frothy. I roll out from under him. “Get on all fours, again.” “I don’t think…” he starts. I kneel and bury my face in his cummy hole. My hand mops up the cum that is still clinging to my chest. I wipe it down the crack on his ass. “That’s so hot…” he starts, I am working my dick in my fist at top speed. I’m sure he’s going to tell me he’s done at any minute. I swallow some of the churned cum. It’s all that I need. I stand up and shoot over his ass. He reaches back, maybe afraid I’ll put it up his ass—or maybe he wants to taste it. His dripping hand goes to his mouth. He makes a contented sound in the back of his throat… ***** I am home in Michigan the next morning. Memphis came through this year, I think, as I scrape my car free of snow. My cock is tired and happy. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis—February, 2014 My string of luck continued. The next night, I corresponded with the hottest man of the trip. His profile picture showed a thoroughly worked out chest with an extensive tribal design that started on his shoulder and swooped around and down his side and vaguely pointed at his crotch. I could only assume it wrapped around his back as well. His head was shaved. His tanned face showed strong cheek bones accented by a thin, stylized goatee. He gave his age as 38—and it could have been that or anything up to 45. He looked like he would have fit right in with the models on any Raging Stallion video. He “smiled” at me-with that stupid I-can’t-think-of-anything-to-say feature of most hook-up sites. We talked. He wanted to get fucked—but there was a caveat. “What?” I asked. “My partner would like to come too. Is that ok with you?” “Of course.” We set the time and I told him my room number. They were late—but they did send me a text to say clean out had run long. The knock on the door came just as I was tying my left boot. I adjusted my swelling cock in my jock and looked through the spy hole. It’s him. You can’t disguise that body even with a heavy jacket. He steps in with a ‘hi’ and a hug. His partner comes around the corner. He’s big. Not sloppy, but hardly trim. I guess about my age. I assume that he buys the gym membership for his partner. He certainly doesn’t have one for himself. We shake hands. “I like to watch my boy get worked over,” the older man announces as he drops his pants. So much for my fantasy of sharing his hole. I turn to the hot one. He’s already naked but for a blue jock. He’s truly stunning. He makes a beeline for the floor in front of me where he kneels and starts mouthing the pouch of my jock. My cock is soon out and buried to the hilt. The partner finishes stripping, kneading a mound of balls and cock flesh. He flops down on the far side of the fuck bed. My cock is hard and dripping. I really want it up this hot hole. I help the hot one up and lead him to the bed. “Bend.” He places his hands on the mattress, his feet spread apart. I kneel and get the first taste of his hole. Amazing. I burrow in. He’s trimmed the hair in his ass crack, but not annoyingly. I wet his pucker, pushing deep with each stroke of my tongue. I leave him wet and dripping. I stand. “Fuck him hard.” I push in. The hot one groans and tells me to pound his hole. I start fucking. Roughly. Holding him down on the bed by the neck. The boyfriend gets a glimmer of an erection. I pound the hot one’s ass until the frame of the bed starts squeaking. I pause. “Up on all fours,” I tell him. He gets his legs under him, ready for the next assault of his worked out butt. I take it. I own it for these few minutes. Another moment of involvement from the partner: I pull out of the hot one and he leans across to lick my cock. “I love the taste of his ass,” he murmurs. But he does nothing else for the rest of the fuck but knead his petite cock. And I don’t care. I have the hot one ride me. He strips off the jock and tosses it on the floor before he settles down on my dick. I want to look up and see that magnificent body impaling himself on the column of my cock. I want to see his eyes roll back into his head as he bounces. I want to see his decent sized cock flop in rhythm to the fuck. See the muscles of his pecs tense. Watch his face turn red as the poppers hit. Feel the steady drip of precum falling on my flat stomach as he rides me. But I can’t cum this way. They were late. It has to be short and sweet tonight. “Back on all fours.” But I’m fully on the bed, kneeling behind him. The hot one’s head is buried in the pillow after a huge hit of poppers. I enter him roughly. “You want this load?” He grunts an affirmative into the pillow. But I want to hear the words. I pull his head up. “What did you say?” “Breed me. Please.” “Breed him good,” I hear from the man on the side of the bed. I pull all the out and sink it into him. Once. Twice. Three—I let fly. My cum pumps deep. I bark out my orgasm. It’s loud. My head hits the pillow beside his. I let my cock drain into his ass. I don’t want to move. But the Boyfriend is stirring and ready to dress and go. They thank me profusely and leave. Only then do I see it. There is huge puddle of jizz that I fucked out of the hot one pooling on the expensive sheets… More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis—February, 2014 The next day, I was online during my lunch break. A man hit me up. He loved the picture of my cock. “I want you to fuck me,” he wrote. I looked at his pictures. They showed a well preserved man of about my age. There was the requisite butt shot bent over a bed. A dick shot in the bathroom mirror. And a face shot. His head was shaved. He sported a tightly cropped goatee. He smirked at the camera in a way that appealed to me. I told him I was not able to play until late night—would he be available then? “Yes,” he wrote back, “if my Master will let me.” Wait… “Are you allowed to play?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied, “if I ask first. “Please ask him.” “Oh, I will. He’s fucking me after dinner.” “Okay,” I told him. “Let’s do this. If he’s ok with it, bring me his load in your ass.” “That’s hot,” he typed back. “I will be there at 11:00 fully loaded.” He’s late. It’s 11:05. 11:07 A knock. I open the door. “I’m sorry. We had a marathon session.” He comes in and takes off his jacket, tossing it on the sleeping bed. He sits on the corner of it and starts removing his shoes. “He fucked me for three hours straight.” “Really…” I remove my pants and add them to the pile of clothes collecting on the made bed. “Yeah, my holes kind of sore. Go easy.” Brady is now naked. He smiles and gets on all fours on the bed that is obviously prepped for play. His ass is right on the edge of the bed. He knows just what I want. To sink my tongue in there… I kneel behind him. The sight of ass like that never ceases to arouse me. The smell of sex still clings to him. I lean forward, spreading his cheeks apart slightly. His hole is puffy and used. I look at it, then lean in until my tongue connects with his pucker. He jumps like I gave him a shock. My tongue goes into him. Deep. His hole is moist. I can taste his Master’s load right there. Salty and slightly bitter. A smoker is my guess. I moan in the back of my throat and go in again. I’m deeper this time. Brady pushes slightly and lets me have more cum on my tongue. I stand up, lean over him and cock his head towards me. I spit it right into his mouth. He gasps and swallows. I can see the ‘thank you’ in his eyes. I eat more. I keep it this time. I swallow it hungrily. My cock is hurting, it’s so hard. I stand up and push just the head into his puffy hole. “Argh!” He bites down on his wrist, cutting off the sound. I don’t move. I just let my dick head marinate in his Master’s load. I inch in. Inch after inch. I hold after every one of those inches. The heat from his ass is palpable. I move again. I’m buried to the hilt. I hold. Brady pants. When his breath slows, he says two words. “Fuck me.” But I don’t. I pull my cock out just as slowly as I went in. The flared head brings a huge glob of semen. I lean over him and lick it up. I lick his hairless ass until there is no trace of jism. My cock is drooling its own precum. I smear it down his ass crack. I hold my cock against his puffy, red hole. Once again I work my rigid cock into him. Almost as slowly. But with a steady drive. I hold, my cock hitting bottom. “Please,” he whispers. “Fuck me. In his load.” And I do… More...

I encourage my bottoms to let fly....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis—February, 2014 After spending hours online finding someone to fuck the day before, the next night I lined up a guy in no time at all. He was young, showing a round mound of ass that filled the frame of his main picture. His cock pic was dark, but I didn’t much care. A body pic was also dark but showed a trim young man. There was no face pic at all. He told me he wanted to be fucked hard. I told him that I wasn’t available until 11pm. He didn’t care. I told him I fucked raw. He typed back one letter: “K.” He knocked at my door at 10:59pm, the moment I was done with business… I open the door. Damn, he’s hot. I won the lottery. He’s under 30 years old and Latino—something his pics had not revealed being so poorly lit. His jet black hair is buzzed short. He removes his leather jacket. I can see his worked out chest under the red t-shirt. His ass fills his faded jeans. And he’s nervous. I’m naked but for a jock and white socks. I gesture to one of the chairs by the hotel window to pile his clothes. As he strips, I turn down the spread on one of the two beds in the room. I fold it neatly at the foot. It then promptly slips to a wrinkled mass on the floor. Luis, he tells me, steps toward me, still in his designer underwear. He comes over to me slowly. I go in for a kiss. He evades that by slipping to the floor and grabbing the pouch of my jock. He pulls out my lengthening cock. He smiles up at me and takes it in his mouth. “Get it good and wet,” I tell him. I pull him up by his armpits. His cock is tenting his underwear. I kneel and pull them down in one swift movement. I take his slightly larger than average cock into my mouth. I work the foreskin back with my lips and tongue. He pulls abruptly out of my mouth. He’s horned and ready and afraid of shooting. I push him gently towards the bed without getting up. He bends over it, feet still on the floor. His ass is inches from my face. I bury my face in it. He’s smooth—except for right around his hole. My tongue pushes into him. He squirms back on it. He tastes of soap and a slight sheen of sweat. I continue to push deeper, eating him out. “Agh…agh…” he grunts in rhythm with each thrust of my tongue. I have to enter him. I stand up. My cock is lined up perfectly. Luis beats me to it. He reaches back and lines me up with his spit shined pucker. I push forward. “ARGH!” He grabs a pillow and buries his head into the middle of it. I am lost in sensation. He’s super tight. I have to go slowly. I press forward ever so slowly. By the time I’m all the way in, he’s whimpering. I ask if he’s ok. He lifts his head and just nods. I pull slightly out. Push in. A little farther out. In. Still farther. In. Now I’m fucking him with long strokes. His hand goes to his cock. He starts to jerk. I slap at his wrist, grab it and hold it behind his back. He’s not getting off in the first few strokes. I fuck until I need to catch my breath. I pull out and lie on the bed. “Ride me.” Luis comes around and hovers above my wet dick head. Once again he lines my cock up with his hole. He slowly sits down. I watch his face. It’s all concentration. And raw desire. He starts to ride me. His hands are too busy supporting himself to touch his bobbing cock. Soon he’s impaling himself, deep, with a squishy, wet, smacking sound on every thrust. He’s panting. I’m panting. Luis collapses forward onto my chest. I hold him for a moment before we move. I roll him off me. I get up, grab his legs. I pull him around so he’s on his back, his legs on my shoulders as I stand on the floor. Once again he reaches down and inserts my cock into his now gaping hole. I no longer need to fuck slowly. I’m at full speed as soon as I’m in. Luis’ hand reaches for his cock again. I let him jack. I’m actually close. Luis grunts out his orgasm. I fuck his cum out of him, thrusting deep each time he spurts. After 5 or 6 spurts—with his ass clenching on my cock—I start to seed him. I spurt just as many times. I bend forward, keep my cock in place, and let Luis’s cum coat my chest. I thrust one last time. Luis reaches down and helps pull me out. He races to the bathroom. I know he’s trying to shit me out. But my seed is too deep. There is no need to flush as he leaves the bathroom. He dresses, smiles tentatively at me and takes my load home with him. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis—February, 2014 I was out of New York by the end of January. I missed most of the snow on the drive home, hitting just a little in the Erie, Pennsylvania area. As it got worse, I got a motel on the outskirts of Cleveland. The snowfall didn’t stop me from driving to the bathhouse. I needed a few hours to unwind—to get rid of the tightness between my shoulder blades from clutching the wheel— by sitting in the sauna. The snow did keep many men away that night. I fucked a distinguished looking man in the sling. A young man watched. After much coaxing, I got him to tag team the ass in the sling with me. We both shot in him. And that’s about all I have to report about that… I made it home safely the next day. Just in time to start a series of business trips. Memphis was up first. I have had spotty success in that town. This year I did better—but I was hampered by how late I had to play each night. Before I left Michigan, a piss enthusiast in Memphis told me how dry the city was—and how hot it was that I could piss hard. I was to text him the moment I arrived at the hotel. I did. Naturally, I heard nothing from him the entire long weekend. I had a weather delay in my flight. It cut into the one day I could have played at a more normal hour. I ate dinner and got on line. Lots of chatter—but nothing that was going to pan out. (“No, I don’t have a car to drive two hours into Mississippi…”) Early in in my chatting, I had spoken with a man who showed off his beautiful ass in his only profile picture. He’d told me he had five men coming over to his motel to use his hole. Then he was gone, before I could answer his query if I’d like to join them. An hour wasted. Then the hot assed man was back. None of the men had shown up. We commiserated. He was from out of town as well. We talked more. He had a portable gloryhole set up. The hook up site said we had to be pretty close. It turned out to be the same hotel. The same floor. Really. I put on a jock, jeans and got back into my boots, heading to his blacked out room. I turn at the elevator, to enter the other wing of the hotel. His door is ajar, just as he said it would be. I go in. Pitch black. His room is the same floor plan as mine. The bathroom is immediately to the left. A single ray of light is coming from the hole in the sheet he has secured to the bathroom door frame. It’s a big hole. I make as much sound as I can undoing my belt and shoving my jeans down to my knees. My jock is obscenely distended. I wonder if he can see it. I knead my bulge and say “You want some cock to suck.” “Yes,” he hisses. “And in my ass once it’s good and wet.” I yank the pouch to the side and let my cock swing free. I stick it through the hole. I fight down a slight moment of panic about what will greet it. It’s a warm mouth. Really wet. And an easy, painless deepthroater. I hear him take a hit of poppers, never letting my cock out of his mouth. He increases speed when the vapor hits. I let him do whatever he wants…then tell him to lick my balls. I’ve said the right thing, from all his moans, as hefts the hairy orbs into his mouth. I reach in and jerk lazily as he slobbers on my nuts. I lift my cock up. He licks my hairy perineum, stopping just short of my hole. I let go and let him get back to deep throating my cock. “You want this cock up your ass?” He answers with a grunt. I can hear him stand up. He turns and presents his ass; the hole in the sheet is big enough to frame it nicely. I kneel and find his hole with my tongue. He grunts. Surprised. I hear the poppers come out again. “Eat my hole. That’s so hot.” I dig deeper. He opens up nicely. He’s more than ready for my cock. I stand. My wet cockhead presses into him. He grunts again. I can smell the poppers. I wonder if I’ve made him spill some by thrusting mid-sniff. I haven’t cum for four or five days. I really need to unload. But I want to taste his hole once more—taste what my cock has done to it. I pull out. Fuck! He’s not anywhere near as prepped as he told me he was…. The heat of the moment plummets. A soapy wash cloth is passed back and forth. I clean well enough for him to suck me again. I have to jerk back to some hardness before it disappears back into the hole. He sucks with fervor to make up for the misstep. I will myself to cum. I give him that five day load. Spurt after spurt. But not where I wanted to give it to him. I do myself back up and leave into the brightly lit corridor, never having seen anything but his hand as it passed me the towel through the homemade gloryhole. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2014 I had one last encounter in upstate New York before I came home. A young man of 23 was a frequent correspondent on a vanilla hook up site. He wanted to get together. He was able to host, he assured me. We set a date—only to have it cancelled when his parents didn’t go out of town. We tried again when I had another day alone in the apartment. This time he had to head out of town. Well, I stopped trying to connect. But I still chatted with him from time to time. At the end of my stay in New York, he brought up a meet again. I pointed out we had no place to go—unless he’d consider going to the bookstore. "You mean the porn arcade?” “Yes.” “Let’s do it.” We set a time—2:00pm—in one hour. The arcade was minutes away from my apartment. If he didn’t show I could just cruise a little and go home. I grabbed the lube and the condoms. Yeah—he was cute enough I had agreed to go in covered… I am talking to the handsome snow plower—the man who had stroked my bare ass the first day I was in town. I tell him I am here on a fool’s errand. The plower nods sagely. At the far end of the corridor, a tall, slim, slightly curly haired young man appears around the corner. He steps tentatively in my direction and stops. I meet his gaze and then walk toward him. “Hey, you’re already here.” I smile. Jack is even better looking in person. He’s my height. His skin is every bit as pale as mine. He reminds me of myself 30 years ago—but prettier. He is wearing glasses that make him look both studious and rather hot. We go around the corner. We have our choice of booths—only one is in use. He chooses one in the middle and goes in first. I follow and shut the door. He scores huge points by pulling me into a kiss. We are all tongues and groaning deep in our throats. My hands are all over his fully clothed ass. Well, here’s a difference between us—there’s a lot more meat on his butt. We take off coats and dump them in the cleanest looking corner. His jeans follow—mine just stay around my ankles. We both open our shirts—he ditches his into the clothing pile. He’s naked but for athletic socks. I crank a couple of dollars into the machine. Porn starts playing. Jack sits and engulfs my cock. He swallows me down, pulls off it and sighs—“Damn that’s a lot of dick.” He swallows it down again. He takes me with no teeth and lots of suction. I fuck his face, nice and easy. I pull him up to kiss again. Deeper. Longer. More passionate. I turn him around. He puts a knee up on the bench. I hunker down and look at his ass. He’s incredible hairy below the waist. My tongue parts the forest of hair and finds his hole. Jack groans so loudly he covers his mouth with his hand…and then laughs. It’s so fucking endearing I drive my tongue into him again. “You are so deep,” Jack murmurs. I eat him for a long time. “Stick it in. Just the head.” He turns to look at me over his shoulder. “I want to feel it.” I poke my dripping cock head against his pucker. I have gotten him open enough that my head half disappears. “That feels so big.” I think about pushing right on in. But I can’t. A deal is a deal. I kneel again, lick his hole as I lube my cock and suit up. I stand and slowly enter him. Jack moans deep in his throat. I push in until my pubes grind against his furry butt. I hold for a second. I begin to pump. Jack is hard while I fuck him. He beats his meat for most of the time I fuck. He stops only when he thinks he might blow his load. I pull out. “Do you want to ride it?” Jack nods. His eyes look glazed. I sit and he settles down on my cock. He starts jerking again. It feels great—well, as good as it can with a Magnum—with him riding me. I feel his ass clench down. He’s going to shoot. Jack stands, aiming at the wall. I spin him around and take his sizable cock into my mouth, just as it erupts. I swallow him down as he shakes and gasps for air. I suck him until he starts to deflate. I rip off the condom. “Where do you want my load?” I’m hoping for his mouth, but he tells me his chest. I spew a huge load all over his left pec. It clings to the occasional hair on his chest. He leans in and kisses me. He’s a sweet boy. “That was…” he can’t find the words. “…so… good.” I kiss him again, then dig for a fast food napkin to clean him up. ***** Jack wrote me that night. He told me how much he liked my cock in his ass. “You treated me so respectfully,” he added, “I would let you go in bare the next time.” I wonder if I’ll ever see him again. I’ll hold him to that... As I left New York the next day, I stopped at each of the bookstores in the chain. No play--a fitting farewell to the area... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom--March, 2014 I came home from work the other day rather tired and cranky. I yanked open the door and found I had a package. As soon as I was inside, I opened the mailing envelope. Steven Daigle fell into my lap. My mood improved. Treasure Island Media had sent me a copy of Cum Whore. And one signed by Jack Allen. In January, I had been surprised at finding one of my posts re-printed on the Treasure Island Media blog in their “Cum Sloppy Stories” section. Rob, of The Breeder's Journal spoke up and said he’d had several of his posts reprinted on their blog. The company had sent him a video and, perhaps, some chocolate as a thank you. I’d made a rather flippant comment along the line that while I wouldn’t mind a copy of Cum Whore, I would love some chocolate. Within days I’d heard from TIM and they would be happy to send me a copy of the video. And here it was. I have only watched the first few scenes so far. Very hot. I need to find time to watch the rest—however, a series of hot hookups have beaten out watching porn for most of this month. Thank you Mitch and Julian of Treasure Island. Not only does you company make great porn, you are men of your word. Feel free to reprint to your heart’s content. Or let me fuck Steven Daigle….and we'd all have something to blog about.... More...

Exactly. If I have a choice, I always choose to play with undetectable men. They are 'safer' than guys who say they are negative and take loads---and are then too afraid to ever get tested.

And I have likely fucked 85% or more of the tops I've shared hole with.....

I know that some men (mostly bottoms) think that to be a "true top" you can't suck cock. Really? It's one of the things that make us gay. I started my sex life as a mutual cock sucker--thinking that's what I wanted to do. Of course, my first trick saw my hard dick, promptly sat on it and taught me there was so much more....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2014 I had two more exploits in New York that more than made up for my being blue balled for a week. This is the saga of the first one. Last year, I had heard about an old style cinema that showed porn and where men played openly. I couldn’t make it to the city where it was located. I used my last day off to get there this year. It is located in a big university town. I was pleased the parking lot was full as I arrived. When I walked in the bored attendant asked if I wanted Cinema One or Two. I quickly looked around to find what was playing. Was one of the theatres gay and one straight? He sighed loudly and pointed to a marquee obscured by a plastic potted plant. Both theatres seemed to play very similar, big breasted straight porn. I asked if there was a combo discount. “No,” he answered as if explaining it to a backward child. “If you want both, you buy one and then the other.” I looked around to see if there was more traffic to one or the other. The lobby was deserted. “One,” I replied. “Good choice.” Was that sarcasm, or letting me know I chose the one where the action is? Maybe he was just a fan of breast fucking. I took my proffered ticket and headed to the left. I pissed in a deserted men’s room and wondered if I’d made a fruitless journey. I sighed and pushed through the double doors, where a hand scrawled sign read ‘One.’ It’s dim, not dark. I stand in the aisle for moment. It was once a grand theatre. At some point it had been split in half, making it long and narrow. Crumbling plaster seems to be everywhere. The screen is still big and illuminates the ancient seating. My eyes adjust. I see five men are lined up against the back wall to my left. All but one has their dick out. There is another man on the floor going from dick to dick. My cock jumps. I’m in the right place. I watch the men play. I don’t get my dick out. I want to take a moment and look around. I head down towards the front of the seating. A man from the back wall follows me. I choose a row behind a seated man who is leaning back in his seat. There is a woman on the floor giving him head. I sit. The woman stands. No, it’s a man in full drag. The man who followed me pushes past me and sits against the wall. I’m closer to the main aisle. He watches me intently as I unbutton my pants. I just let the mound of my jock speak for itself. I stay covered. This prompts him to get his cock out. Eventually, he sidles over, keeping low, as if people might miss the really average porn playing. “Can I suck it?” I nod. He sucks my dick with enthusiasm, if not great technique. A Bear-ish guy sits down next to me to watch. He takes his cock out. The cocksucker squeezes past me and sucks the Bear, too. This is too much for the cocksucker. He cums on the sticky floor. I look at the Bear. I take a turn on his dick and get a first load down my throat. The Bear leans over and whispers, “I would have let you fuck me with that.” I shrug. He pulls on a downy jacket and takes off. I move down to the front row. I leave a seat open so someone can sit next to me. The drag queen is suddenly behind me. She looks at my cock, then gets busy sucking a guy who’s unzipped next to her. A distinguished looking older man sits next to me. We exchange looks, then blow jobs. I get him off without him ever getting fully hard. No one else comes down to the front, so I go back to the back wall. It’s a brand new crop of men. There is a man servicing two men on the other side of the aisle. Two more stand and watch. I stand alone on the left side, leaning on the back wall. My crotch is full and mounded. A man in a leather jacket detaches himself from the group and comes over. He reaches out and kneads my cock through the fabric. He unbuttons my pants. I haven’t put my cock back in my jock, so it flops out. He hefts it and bends down to take it in his mouth. I finally have a great sucker. He works me to the point where I have to pull out of his mouth and calm down. I can see that sucking me has made him hard. I unzip his pants. I kneel on the grimy floor. I take him in in one gulp. He begins to fuck my face. He shoots in thick ropy strands. I clean him up. He thanks me and zips up, and leaves. I move around and sit in the back row. There is a lull in the action. The door pushes open. A young man comes in. He takes off his winter coat, leaving him in a sweatpants and sweatshirt with the home university’s logo on his chest. He sits in the back row on the other side. He must be a regular. Guys all but line up to get sucked off by him. I’ve always like some competition. A Dad is already in the young man’s mouth. One of the guy’s watching moves over to me and uses my mouth. Load 4 of the day. I suck another, but he doesn’t want to shoot. A different (and hotter) looking Daddy is in the young man’s mouth. The sucker seems to have to work on this one. I go over to his side, in the aisle behind him. I hunker down in the far corner. The Daddy wants to try the new guy. He comes over and sticks his wet dick in my mouth. I work hard, with a lot of extra tongue on his flared head. I’m rewarded. Load 5. I start to get up, but a big burly guy in his early 40’s pushes me back down. I look up—the light from the flickering movie is glinting off his shaved head. He’s hot and he knows it. I suck him with renewed vigor. He must like what I’m doing, for me pulls me up and manhandles me away from the others. “I can’t cum with them watching,” he tells me in a low voice. He sits down front. I kneel in front of him. I’m in service mode now. I don’t even get my cock out. His cock is dripping from my first round with it. I swallow it down. He holds me in place with thick hands on the back of my neck. I can’t do what I need to do. No matter. He’s shooting into my mouth. Load 6. My cock is screaming for release. I go back up to the young cocksucker. He has a thick cock in his mouth. I wait my turn. The thick cocked guy wants to share. He pulls out and pushes the boy’s head onto me. I can see why the guys lined up. He’s great. I push his mouth back onto Thick Dick. We rotate again. “You should fuck him,” Thick Dick tells me. I look down at the young man. His answer is to stand up and strip off the sweatpants and sweatshirt. He’s now in just a red jock and running shoes. He moves around and bends over, taking Thick Dick into his mouth and presenting his rounded ass to me. I kneel behind him and surprise him with my mouth. His hole doesn’t stand a chance against my hard driving tongue. He flowers open. Some spectator reaches down and tries to stick a finger into the hole I’m eating out. I grunt and push him away. “Fuck him raw,” I hear from a voice on the other side of me. I stand up and slap my cock against his now wet crack. I give him a second to tell me to latex up. His only response is to reach behind himself and line my raw cock up with his hole. I push. And again. And I’m in. I push until my pubes grind against his smooth ass. He bucks back. He forgets about sucking Thick Dick, concentrating on the dick in his ass. I turn him slightly so he can support himself against the back seats. He pumps back on me. Guys are stroking his naked back and ass. I am plowing hard. The sound of my hips slapping against his bubble butt fill the theatre. I announce I’m close. I want him to say the words. “You want this load in your ass?” “Fuck yes. Fill me up.” I don’t need any more encouragement. I shoot deep into him. I hold on to his hips, refusing to let him go. Of course, I do. Eventually. “Do you come here most Sundays?” he wants to know. I tell him I’m from out of state. He nods sadly and reaches down to grab his pants. His ass is in the air again. I kneel and spread his firm, full cheeks. The light is dim back here, but I like to think I see a thin strand of my cum oozing out of his pucker. Blue balled no more. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2014 After the terrific sex on Sunday, it took another week to find anything I’d bother to write about here. I had the usual time wasters on the sex sites. But I also had two men who I’d met last year expect me to take another turn up their asses. The first was a man who had refused to clean out when we fucked (I’d found out the hard way.) I told him no. The second was a man who had wanted to tied and abused. I had done just that, and then he whined so much, I had faked an orgasm and left. I told him no, too. The arcades were dead. I did start to suck a Black man who I found jerking. Until he said he wanted to see my pussy. I said no. He lost his erection so I left. Another bitingly cold day, a man suggested I drive 20 miles to him—and we’d fuck in the front seat of his compact car in some snowy roadside park. I said no to him, too. A visitor to the city (who I’d met last year) invited me once again to his motel after work. He was on the bed, looking inviting on all fours. I entered him Suddenly, he was bleeding. Copiously. We stopped. I went home. I did meet up with the Fireman who I’d fucked and fisted last year. He’d asked for latex back then. I looked for him online when I first got to town, but could not find his profile on Adam. I found it on BBRT. My cock leapt. We talked. He’d found the joys of topping bare, but wanted it covered if it was going up his ass. I sighed but agreed. We met up. He was still as hot as ever. Great pecs, hot butt. He had a new Raw Dawg he wanted to use so I wouldn’t have to condom up. We tried. I barely fit. We re-lubed it. It hurt more than any condom I’d ever worn. I stopped and grabbed a Magnum. The fucking was nice. I’d just gotten my right hand up him when his ever present phone rang. It was the station. He had to report back in—not an emergency, but he had to go. I got dressed and left. But I couldn’t. My car would not climb the steep hill of his driveway. The snow had been packed to ice and I could not get more than a few feet up it. He had to tow me out. I was now angry. Not just blue balled for the sixth day in a row. I had to pass by the largest arcade on my way home. I took the exit and stalked into the dimly lit corridor. There’s activity. I hear grunts and moaning. I listen closely. They all sound like movies, nothing happening live. I pass a door with the red light lit over it. Locked. The next one is lit, too. Locked as well. I wonder if the shades are up on their buddy windows. I pass several empty ones. The corner booth has the door ajar. I open it—feigning that look of ‘I’m so sorry--I didn’t know someone was in here.’ I like what I see. So does he—he gestures me to come in. I do and lock the door. The man looks like an ex-boxer—built tough and with a nose that took some abuse. He’s wearing denim’s and a flannel shirt. A leather jacket is open. He’s been kneading the front of his Wrangler’s. “You suck cock?” he hisses next to my ear. I nod. I get down on my knees. It’s a tight fit in the cramped booth. I open my fly and let my raging cock out as he unzips. It’s a nice thick cock. It lengthens a little as it goes in my mouth. He can’t wait. He starts fucking my face. I jerk as I suck. The tough guy has his eyes closed. His fingers are all over my ears. He’s not using them like handles, but caressing them— surprisingly softly and delicately. He pulls out just as think I might have him on the edge. I look up. He’s staring at my cock which is swinging as heavily as I’ve ever seen it—almost hitting the floor. “You fuck with that thing?” “Yeah.” He pushes his pants down, underwear and all. He turns toward the screen. His ass is full. Hairy ass cheeks are right at eye level. My tongue goes into him experimentally. Shower fresh. I dig deep. He grunts louder than the guys on the video. I get him good and wet. I stand up. “I shouldn’t do this,” he says, looking over his shoulder. I don’t say anything. I just look at him. “You got a condom?” “No.” And I don’t. Not on me. And I’m not going to the car for one. He looks at it again. Silence. “Put it in anyway. Easy, though.” I add lube to my dick. That I do have in my pocket. I work it slowly up him. He bites his lip and turns away. I am halfway in. I pause. I can feel his ass relax around the invader. “How much is that?” “Half,” I murmur. He swallows hard. I inch forward. A little more. I’m there. I tell him. “Fuck. I really took that thing. It’s been months since I took any cock.” I’m holding again. I let him breathe deep. Then I begin to fuck. Barely. But it feels great for both of us. He is moaning under this breath. I barely need to move to make his body react. It isn’t long before I can increase the strokes. He bends over more, to allow for the deeper thrust. “This is so hot,” he grunts out. “Just don’t cum in me.” I nod--wondering if I can keep that promise. And if I want to keep it. After all the blue balled days—and the play earlier—I know I have to shoot. I can feel it building. Maybe he does too, for at that moment he twists away, pulling off me. “I got to get home.” He is pulling up his pants and tucking his cock away. I am pretty sure he hasn’t shot. “You want me to take care of that?” I gesture to the disappearing cock as he zips his jeans shut. “Naw. I just want to get out of here. I’ll take care of it as I think about what you just did to me.” He’s unlocked the door and is gone. Blue balled again. ***** I do get off that night. I finally have to jerk off. I watch Rod Painter take on the a whole group of men in some sleazy bar in Berlin. Soon enough it’s me who is plowing his piss drenched ass. I waste a weeks’ worth of cum into a tissue... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2014 I had the apartment to myself. My house mates had gone home for Saturday night and all day Sunday. I had been talking online to a hot looking Puerto Rican from the City who was spending time here with his family. He had no place to play—but suddenly I did. I picked him up at his house and brought him to mine. The king sized bed was finally going to get a work out. I knew he really wanted to be an oral sub, but had hinted that that might turn him on to more. I didn’t mind. I was thrilled to finally be having sex at home. He looked older than his pictures, but that wasn’t a problem for me. His dark black hair was rather shaggy. He’d been a dancer once and still had the svelteness (and the bubble butt) I love with those men. He stripped and knelt by the side of the bed. His hands went instinctively behind his back. I was still dressed, but undid my fly. He got me hard just breathing on my pouched cock. I got it out and fucked his face. He was good. He could take me to the root with no teeth. I fucked his face. I fucked his mouth with him on his back and his head over the edge of the bed with his wrists pinned to the bed. This position made his uncut cock stand up and drip. I rolled him over and tongued his ass. He groaned. Then, as if a switch had been thrown he asked for a break. He talked. And talked. It became obvious that he’d had no one to listen to him at his grandparent’s. We talked about theatre, dance, New York City and the death of his lover ages and ages ago. And there was no way to get back to sex after all that. I took him home. I was blue balled, but I was ok with it. I knew I had a play date the next day. I’d chatted with a couple online who lived up on Lake Erie. Our ‘into’ lists on BBRT matched exactly. We chatted some more. Just enough to know they were for real—but not so much I thought they were just getting off on just the idea of it. We’d set a date—this Sunday. I drove through winter squalls to meet them. The house was out in the country, but I found it with no problem. It was a large, modern farmhouse. I was met at the door by the younger of the men. Manuel was maybe 40, from somewhere in Central America and was the slightly more vanilla half of the couple. He was extremely handsome. He could have been in any Kristen Bjorn video. I brought in my bag and Manuel took me down to the play room. He went off to finish his clean out. I stripped while I waited for Mark. It was a really nice space. A square room with all four walls mirrored. I looked up. A mirror was on the ceiling, too. There was a sling, a shelf of sizable toys, and a padded bench about the size of a twin bed built into a one wall. Mark was down in no time, fresh from the shower—his skin still damp underneath the terrycloth robe. He was slightly older than his partner. Dark hair, with just a touch of grey, was cut short. His body had spent a lot of time at the gym. He was almost as tall as me. He hugged me as he walked in, saying “This is going to be fun. I almost always have to be the top.” His tongue is instantly in my mouth. He shrugs out of the robe, without ever stopping the exploration of my mouth with his tongue. His hands stroke my ass. My hands find his hairy butt. He moans into my mouth. I pull out of the kiss. “Let me eat your ass.” Mark grins and gets on all fours on the padded bench. I kneel, pull apart his cheeks and start a hard tongue fucking. “Eat me out, stud,” Mark groans. The door opens. Manuel walks in wearing nothing but a towel. He stops dead, looking at the scene in front of him. His towel drops and he scrambles up on the bench right next to his partner, his ass presented to me to do the same to him. I move over and begin eating the new hole. The partners kiss as I alternate on their asses, leaving them wet and dripping. I need to fuck. I stand up and enter Manuel. He is tight. I push in. He groans into Mark’s mouth. Mark holds him while I start to fuck. Eventually Mark cranes around and watches my cock plow his lover. He leans in and licks my shaft as it disappears into Manuel. “Fuck my brown ass boy.” I do. Mark’s eyes never leave my shaft. I pull out. He cleans my cock. I push him off me, and back into position. I enter Mark. Rougher and harder. He loves it. He is telling me how hard to fuck him and how deep he wants it. It’s Manuel’s turn to straighten up and watch. It makes his cock harden for the first time since he’s come into the room. I pull out and re-enter Manuel. I fuck them side by side and back and forth. When I stop, I go back to eating out their well fucked asses. Mark kisses me repeatedly, wanting to taste the ass juices in my mouth. “Lie down,” he suggests. I get my head right by the edge of the bench. Manuel is the first to sit on my face—he stands at the end of the bench and grinds his brown ass onto my extended tongue. I can’t see, but I can hear the lovers making out while I eat out his ass. Manuel pulls off my face. Mark leans down to kiss me. He calls me a dirty fucker, then grinds his wet ass onto my face. I hear the partners kissing again. “I need to be fucked.” It’s Manuel voice. Mark stands up. My eyes take a moment to adjust to some light again. I get up and Manuel kneels. His ass is perfect, begging for my cock. I push Mark’s face into Manuel’s butt. He eats him noisily. I pull him up. We kiss. I kneel and it is my turn to lick and spit onto his hot hole. My cock is dripping. I swab the lube over my cock head as I eat him out. I’m ready. I stand and slap the wet cock head against him. Manuel is now jerking as I push into his pucker. Mark grabs my hips from behind and pushes me into his partner. “Arggh.” Manuel is convulsing. I see his load all over the bench. “Please…stop” I pull out. I scoop up his cum and smear it on my dick. I push Mark down, so his feet are still on the floor, while he holds onto the quivering Manuel. I push my sperm covered cock roughly into Mark. I tell Manuel exactly what I’m doing with his cum. He grunts what I take to be approval. Mark calls me a sick bastard, but I can see the sweetest smile on his face in the mirror in front of us. I churn the cum into a froth. I churn until I have to stop and taste it… ***** Manuel is gone. “Is he really alright with us continuing?” I ask. Mark gets up off the floor, where he’s been cleaning the last of Manuel’s cum off my cock. “For an hour or so, yeah. He doesn’t like watching me be fisted.” We move to the sling. I fuck Mark for quite a while. I use a progression of toys to open him up. My hand slips in easily. “We should wind this up.” Mark tells me. I fuck him again. I will myself to cum. And suddenly I’m there. I breed him. Deep. I can tell I haven’t cum for several days, for cum drips from his hole. I offer him a taste on my fingers. Mark stands up, my fingers still in his mouth. I move behind him as he jerks, watching himself in the mirror. My other hand works his nipples, my spent and oozing cock is pressed against the matted hair of his ass. He shoots halfway across the room More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2014 I was on the prowl at an arcade or two pretty much every day for the next week. The bookstores were so much closer to me than at my home in the wilds of Michigan. My job required lots of planning, but very little physical time at work. I had lots of time to explore. And I found enough men to keep me occupied, but I had very little sex that was not routine. The day after I bred the tattooed twenty-something in the arcade, I could find no one to play with at all—online or at two of the arcades. The very next day I was back in the arcade in the town I was living in and I sucked off two older men within minutes of each other. One had huge nipples he worked constantly as I sucked his rather rubbery cock to quick completion. The second man was hung better than average, but there was nothing about the encounter that merits any more than this single sentence. I took a couple of days off from the arcades at the end of the week. I trolled online and found a man out of town who wanted to sub for me. We’d meet in the middle of next week. I found a college student who wanted the same thing. We’d meet the day before. On the next Sunday I was glad to be back checking what was behind the pink doors. A younger business man, dressed as if he’d come straight from church, wanted a blow job. He was done in a minute. He shot so fast I did not even have time to get hard. A movie was playing rather loudly next door. I waited until the spent man left, then tried the knob. It was open. Once again I was met by the fully naked tattooed young man. He greeted me. He seemed very subdued. Or perhaps he was just sober. We fucked. I bred him. He refused ass to mouth. And he didn’t shoot. He seemed, well, rather guilty. I never saw him again my remaining days in New York. The next day I found and serviced a mechanic on his lunch hour. It was hot. I would write about it—but he was the same man I met last year—and the scene happened once again exactly as I wrote about it here. The next day the sub college student was online, but refused to talk to me. No play. The day after that the out of town sub never got on line to tell me how to find him. I sat with a cup of coffee and was determined to find some ass on line—some ass who could host. Eventually, I succeeded. He actually wrote me first. His ad stated it was a ‘couple looking,’ but his partner was not there. He needed to be bred. Now. Before the BF got home. He gave me his address by the fourth email. It was out of town, but not as far as I’d been planning to drive for the no-show sub. I swung by the house, grabbed my lube put on my cock ring and took off into the hinterlands… It’s hill country. So far all the country roads have been marked. The snow is white and pristine out here, not grey and filthy like in the city. All the evergreens look like they are auditioning to be on Christmas cards. There’s the turn. It’s slightly slippery. My car does not care much for slick roads. And there’s his mail box. The house is set far back from the road. The narrow drive is plowed. I park in front of his double wide trailer in the middle of nowhere. A dog barks inside. A big dog. I hear his master tell him to stop. The front door opens as I approach. “Go to the back door. There’s too much ice here.” I clomp around to the back door. He’s there—with the dog by the collar and the door open. He’s in his mid-forties. He’s taller and beefier than in his pics, but in a good way. There is more muscle on his bare chest than I could see in those pictures of him on all fours. He is wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He has a mix of tattoos on his arms and chest. “Sit.” That’s to the German Shepherd. Not me. “Come around this way.” This isto me. He leads me through something of a maze of clothes, boxes and Christmas decorations waiting to be packed away. The bedroom is crowded, but there is enough room to strip to my jock and athletic socks. My socks are soon covered with dog hair, but I don’t care. I have a man kneeling in front me who is taking my cock to the root. I remember from his profile pictures that his partner is hung. He knows how to cover his teeth. I fit so snugly in his throat. He loves to hold me there to the point where he can’t breathe, then pull himself off of me fast. “Get up on the bed.” He rises, pulls off his sweat pants and gets on all fours. I sink to my knees. The bed’s tall. I make him spread his legs a little until his hole is directly in front of my mouth. I sink in deep. He grunts. I eat him out. I leave lots of saliva to fuck in. I stand up. My cock sinks into him with no resistance. “God, you are thick. It feels—great.” I hold deep in his guts. Then do the slow pull out. In to the root. Out ever so slowly. “Fuck me hard. Rape my cunt.” I pick up speed. My balls slap on his ass. The sound brings the dog to investigate. “Get out of here,” he barks at the dog. I lean over my man to make sure he feels every inch of my cock. A wet nose is on my balls. And it’s not his boyfriend’s. “Hunter, go lie down.” The dog stops licking my ass and ambles out of the room. I pull out. It’s time for the pig test. I bring my cock around to his mouth. There is a fractional hesitation, then he cleans it like a pro. “Flip over on your back.” He does. I pull his head over the edge of the bed and fuck his face. I am just as deep in him this way as when I was up his ass. I bend across him and idly play with his wet hole as I fuck his mouth. “On your knees again.” I’m on the other side of the bed for this fuck. In a few moments I pull out. My bag is right at my feet. I see my egg headed dildo. I pull out of his ass and fish the toy out of the bag. I grease it up without his knowing what I’m doing. It’s up him before he can see it. “Wha…?” “Just take it.” The toy is plugging him fully. I pull the base down. There is just room to add my cock. “FU-CKKK!” He elongates the word into two syllables. I cut him off by pushing his head down into the blanket we are fucking on. He grunts. He is loving being used. His cock, though not hard, is drooling amazing amounts of precum. I swipe some up and feed it to him. I fuck with the toy in place. Eventually, I pull out. I work the toy out and toss it on his bed. He’s in the zone now. He grabs it and sticks it in his mouth as I plunge back into his hole. I fuck him while he gets the toy so deep in his throat he makes gagging sounds. We pause and chat about fucking with his Boyfriend sometime while I’m here. I can tell it likely won’t happen. This is all about his hole on the down low. “Get on your back.” I stand and fuck him, looking down at his face twisted into a mask of pleasure and pain. There is a large black dildo on his bureau. I reach over and grease it up, all the while continuing my fucking into his hole. When it’s slick, I pull out and push the thick plastic cock into him. He knows this toy well. He relaxes and grinds down on it. I toss it aside after a while and put my cock back into. “Can you breed me soon?” I grunt some sort of affirmative. “I don’t know how much longer he’ll be gone.” I pick up the pace. I pull out, taste his hole and plunge right back in. A few jack rabbit strokes and I am shooting. It’s intense. I love the look on his face as he watches me convulse over him. I flood his guts with several days of hot load. A brief wash and I’m back out in the cold and snow. I sit in my car and realize I never asked his name. I look up at his bedroom window. He’s not there, but Hunter is, watching me start my car and pull out onto the country road as the snow starts falling again. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 201 The next day, I moved into my housing for the month of January. I had the same big room I’d had the year before—plenty of room for my sling. That thought was short lived, for I learned I would be living with not one but two fellow employees. While we had separate rooms, I knew that the walls were paper thin. I was to be the man in charge at work—I was not prepared to deal with having them hear me bark out orders to some sub or seeing a constant parade of men come into my room or my keeping them awake (or worse, uncomfortable) by having the sling chains rattle all night. I would wait and meet them before I decided about hosting. The person who let me in didn’t know what day the house mates would arrive—it could be tonight or tomorrow when we all started work. I got online. A number of men were counting the days until my arrival. Once I let them know hosting was complicated, two of the men evaporated. It was to become a recurring theme. No one in the area could host. It seemed all my potential tricks were married either to men or women and could not risk hosting. So what was a horned guy to do? Head for the bookstore, of course. Here are three moments of my first three days. In the largest town: The arcade is the biggest in the area. There are maybe 20 booths. They all have the rolling window shade buddy windows on either side. I go in to a booth next door to one which is occupied. I raise the shade to my left. I stroke. Soon the shade of the occupied booth goes up, too. The man squints through the plexi-glass. He is stroking a decent sized, uncut dick. He’s maybe 40 and is wearing easy access sweatpants. He gestures to his cock—offering it to my mouth. I nod and go over the moment my movie runs out. His door is unlocked. I get down to work. “Do you mind…?” I grunt an affirmative sounding answer—thinking he’s asking if its ok for him to cum in my mouth. I hear a metallic whir. I pull off him. He has a pocket video camera and he’s filming me blowing him. It must be his trigger—for he erupts in my mouth immediately. I swallow, clean his cock and pull off. “Stroke for the camera.” I stand up. I stroke. He zooms in. He stands. He put his still hard cock against mine. I make him look tiny. “Stroke them together.” I do just that. I wish I could cum for his camera. I will myself to try. He’s packs and leaves before I get off… **** The next day, in my town: I am getting terrific head. He’s a hot looking man, my age and fresh from the gym. This arcade is smaller—only 10 booths. I think I may get off. There is a clatter outside the door. They are mopping our side of the arcade. My sucker panics. He does himself up and orders me out of the booth in a harsh whisper. I walk around to the other side. A door is cracked open. I look in. A man who reminds of the farmers I occasionally meet at my small rest area gestures me to come in. He offers a sizable cock. He must really need head. He explodes easily. I hang around. A greying daddy, though he’s likely younger than me, is standing in the corner. He’s tall, with muscles under the flannel from hard work. We talk. He tells me he has been plowing the never-ending snow. I ask what he’s looking for… “I noticed you. It’s hard to hide it in those pants.” I nod. He continues, “Will you show me your ass?” I just look at him. Really? “I just want to stroke it.” I shrug. We go into the closest booth. My cock is hard, but he does nothing more than comment that he knows a guy who’d love that. He concentrates on my butt. His thick, rough hands glide over my hairy cheeks. He pulls out the tiniest cock I have ever seen. He plays with himself as his other hand invades my ass crack, but never my hole. He doesn’t shoot, but he seems very contented when he zips up. “I’ll find that guy for you.” I wait for him in the same corner. The snow plower finds me. He tells me the sucker who likes big cock is on the other end. “Booth 6.” I go in. He’s an older man. I show him my cock. I like head from experienced men—but this is not one of them. He’s all teeth. I am only able to keep it hard because his shade is up and a hot muscle daddy is watching us. He notices my glance. “He’s a watcher he never touches anyone.” I finally have to tell the sucker to stop. I’m afraid he’ll draw blood. I step out. The muscle daddy unlocks his door. I go in. He swallows me down and I blow a load down his throat. Just a watcher, huh? ***** The next day—in my town: I push open an occupied booth. A young man in his 20's turns. He’s standing up, jacking, and stark naked but for boots. Jackpot! “You fuck?” he asks. I nod. “Good,” he says, “but it has to be bareback.” He is tall, almost as tall as I and just as thin. He has tattoos on both shoulders, above his heart, a tramp stamp and one on the back of his neck. His nose is pierced. He has a PA that weighs down a long and slender dick. I suck him briefly, but he wants none of that. “Fuck me. Breed this boy.” I get up and pull out my cock. It’s raging at the thought of finally getting some ass. He’s not seen it up to now. He gulps, but doesn’t change his mind. He bends over the seat, presenting his ass to me. I kneel again and rim him deeply. He’s ready. I think he may have already had a dick up there. Maybe a load. The moment that thought hits me, I’m ready to fuck. I stand up and push into him. He grunts as loudly as the boys in the movie he was watching. He grabs his own dick and beats it fast and hard. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him shoot before me. I pick up the pace. I don’t normally like pump and dumps, but this feels so right. His ass clenches around me. I shoot into him—telling him exactly what I’m doing. “Fuck, yes. Breed this boy.” I hold in place as he shoots a load all over the seat. The contractions of his ass as he cums are amazing to feel on my sensitive cock. I pull out ever so slowly. It’s his turn to kneel. He cleans my cock of every drop of cum. It’s the last thing I expected from him and it makes me a little dizzy. I grin, and find a dollop of cum on my right ball that I make him clean off. I pull myself together. He’s still naked. And, perhaps, stoned—just staring at my cock until I put it away. “Thanks,” I tell him. “Where the fuck did you come from?” he asks. I just smile and leave him alone in the arcade. More...

It was a fun night---I love playing in public....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York---January, 2014 I was taking my time to get to my destination in upstate New York. I left Cleveland surprisingly rested after the hours of play at the bathhouse. I made it through Erie, PA a few hours before a mountain of snow was dumped on the area. I couldn’t move into my company housing until Sunday, so I drove until I got to the second biggest town in the vicinity of the smaller one where I would be working. The company was paying for an overnight—and I wasn’t going to submit my bathhouse receipts—so I got a motel. I knew there was a bookstore with an arcade in town—one I’d not been to the year before. The explorer in me was roused. All the adult book/video stores in the area seem to be owned by one company. All the arcades are basically the same. The booths are set up in the middle of the room with a corridor surrounding them. There are usually a dozen. Sometimes more. They all have white doors with pink trim. Really. The doors lock and the screen is a decent size. All are dollar fed—with a selection of 40 porn flicks of every type you can imagine. On either side are buddy windows. There is a toggle switch that raises a window shade if you want to see what’s happening in the next booth—and, of course, he raises his, too. In all of the arcades, you seem to be universally left alone by the cashiers. They don’t even seem to care if you spend. There are plenty of closeted guys in the area who want to look and not touch—and they crank in countless dollar bills to watch guys like me play in the adjacent booth…where my partners almost always cranked in the money to let them watch. I walked into the arcade about 9 o’clock on a Saturday night. It looked like all the others I had visited the year before, but slightly larger. There were 16 booths—eight doors on each side, with a corridor around the outside of them all. The white doors were yellowed and rather grubby from sticky fingers opening and closing them. But that meant there was traffic. There were maybe four booths with the red light above the door glowing which meant the room was occupied. One older man was surveying the cover art of the various videos that were playing. It was fluorescently white in this area. As I walked down the hall, the corridor got darker and darker. One man lounged on the back wall. It was now dark enough I couldn’t tell much about him. Except that he was squeezing his crotch… I pause and lean against the wall near the corner. I am standing right next to the emergency exit. I am lit by the red exit sign above me. He unzips. I can’t see the cock that I assume emerges. His fist covers his entire dick. He takes a step towards me. His hand picks up speed. Doors open on the far side of the corridor---the side of the ring I haven’t walked down yet. Footsteps are headed in our direction. I expect the guy to zip up and ignore me. But no, two guys round the corner. They stop—watching the guy play with himself. One moves around to be close to me, the other stops across from the stroker. I can’t see much about the new arrivals, though they seem slightly younger. My cock is stirring. I think the guy who’s moved near me will make a move. But he simply leans against the wall, staring at me. It’s the original stroker who walks over and feels my hardening cock in my jeans. This makes the other guys start feeling themselves up. The stroker unbuttons my fly. I’m in shock. I thought he would lead me to the nearest booth. I have never played in public in a bookstore in this state. My fly is open. My cock is out of my jock pouch. The stroker is now the sucker. He’s on his knees and giving me expert head. The guy nearest me twists my nipple. The man farthest from me pulls out his cock. He loves showing off for me—the new guy. The nipple twister unzips, but doesn’t pull his cock out. Out of nowhere, there is rush of air over our heads. I jump, but the guys with me are oblivious. An overpowering smell of disinfectant is in the air. I look up and see the automatic dispenser. It spits again. I look at the guy working my nipple. He is my age. His hands are calloused and rough. The sucker grunts. I look down. He has pulled off my cock to enjoy his own orgasm. I hope he’s missed shooting on my pants leg. The nipple twister pulls me into the nearest booth, my hard cock bouncing. He locks the door and goes down on me in one smooth move. He’s good, but no match for the skills of the older man. When it’s obvious I’m not going to shoot in the first four minutes, he struggles up. He looks at me. “Suck on this.” He undoes the top button of his jeans and spreads them open. No underwear. A short, thick cock juts out from his crotch. I feel his hands on my shoulders pressing me down. I take him to the root. It’s a stretch, but a good one. He grunts in pleasure. I work hard. My tongue finds his piss slit. Jesus. I go incredibly deep into it. It must be huge. He likes my tongue there. Precum drips from it. He pulls out of my mouth. He fists his dick with his right hand. With his left he works the tip of his pinkie into the huge piss slit. He strokes his urethra, plunging his finger into himself, deep enough that most of his finger tip disappears into his cock. Then he sticks his cummy cock back in my mouth. I suck. He pulls out and does it again. “Get up.” I do. He goes back to sucking me. We trade blowjobs repeatedly—each time with moments of him sounding his cock with his finger. We finally stop—knowing neither of us wants to get off so early in the evening. ***** I am back in the hallway. New men have filtered in. A young man in his mid-thirties, his hair buzzed short, his body hidden by a quilted jacket, makes his way into the dark end of the corridor. We look at each other. We look at the two other men who are there with us. He makes no move. We wait for them to leave. And wait. Finally they amble off. I go over to him. He tilts his head to the end booth. No public play for him. He’s all business. He’s unzipped and his cock out by the time I follow him into the booth. He has a beautifully shaped dick, with a very wide silver cock band at the base. He has no interest in my cock. He wants a quick blow job and to get home before his boyfriend. His jizz is down my throat in record time. ***** There’s no one here. All the guys have evaporated while I was playing with the cock ringed guy. I wander out of the store and get a coffee. I spend some time sipping and making notes about the night before for the blog. When I am down to the dregs, I go back to the bookstore. A very young man is the first person I see. He’s at the arcade entrance himself as I walk in. He moves quickly to the dark end of the corridor. He’s maybe 26 or 27. His designer coat is open revealing expensive clothes. He is waiting under the exit sign. The red light does odd things to his ebony skin. I lean against the opposite wall. His hand brushes his fly. I do the same. His hand lingers the second time across his crotch. Kneading. I make the move. I open my pants. He pretends not to look. He studies an ancient porn poster on the wall as if it were 17thCentury Master. I stroke. He looks at me. I wait. And stroke. He saunters over. He leans into my ear and whispers “That’s big, daddy. I’ll suck it if you will suck my big cock.” I nod. He hunkers down, careful to not let his knees touch the sticky floor. He’s good. I really need to blow a load and go home. But I don’t want to shoot first. I hold off. I help him up. His cock isbig—but not all that big. It’s a nice mouthful. I deep throat him repeatedly, then change up by licking his balls. That’s all it takes. “Here!” he hisses. And shoves his cock back in my mouth. He explodes. I swallow all of his cum—which makes me shoot all over the floor. He pulls me up and kisses me—something I didn’t expect. I let him taste what little of his semen in still on my tongue. I am suddenly exhausted—finally feeling the lack of sleep the night before. I head back to the motel, pleased that the exploration found one more bookstore, and one where guys are willing to play in public… More...