FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks...what a nice sentence to wake up to...

None of the sheaths are for the heavy hnug. It hurt like hell....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Ann Arbor--March, 2014 We had been talking about a hook-up for over a year. It had never happened as it always seemed that he was available when I was working out of state or in the summer months when work made play all but impossible. And then there was the distance. Not terribly far, but enough to make us both think twice. But I certainly wanted to meet. He was 34, 5’ 11” and, from the pictures, had a hard, trim body. His dark brown pecs made my cock jump. His cock—which I guessed I would hardly see—was big and his final picture showed an amazing bubble of an ass. By late March, it looked like we could make it work. He wrote me he could come as far as Ann Arbor (about half way) and get a cheap motel. He asked if I’d bring the sling and rimseat. I agreed. He reminded me he wanted me to be aggressive and verbal. “Tie me up. Call this Black Boy anything you want. I love to have my White Daddies call me…names.” Ok, he used the word I won’t write here. Now, while I won’t type it, I can enter into the role play of it all—if I know that it is something the man I’m with wants to hear. I arrived right on time. I knocked on his door. He let me in, naked but for a black jock. “Kneel.” He did as he was told. The room was small, the bed filling most of the room. There was no way the sling was fitting in here. “Now stay.” I went back to the car, leaving the door slightly ajar—leaving him to potential exposure—while I got the rimseat. I’d seen enough of his ass in those brief moments that I knew he’d be sitting on my face. “Stay right there, boy.” He starts to look up at me. “Head down.” I dig in my bag. I find the wrist restraints, the ankle restraints and the spreader bar. “Now stand.” I buckle one around each of his wrists. I clasp them together. He is standing, head bowed, right at the foot of the bed. Waiting for me to really touch him. I take my time stripping down to my yellow jock. I lace up the boots. Slowly. Letting the tension in the room build. I walk behind him. My hand pushes into the cleft of his ass cheeks, which are hairier than I expect. He gasps. “This ass is gonna be mine.” I push him down on the bed. He can’t catch himself with his hands secured, he just lands face down in the covers. I pull his ass cheeks apart as I kneel. “Open that hole, Black boy.” My tongue invades him. He has showered, but I’ve been making him sweat. I burrow deep. I tongue him and spit. His hole is tight. The boy is moaning and pleading into the bunched bedspread for me to stick my raw cock in him. I stand. I spit in my hand and slather it on my cock head. I don’t do any more than try to push the head in. He’s very tight. It takes me three tries, but I make it. I just hold—no thrust at all. I pull it out. “Taste your ass, fag boy.” I move up on the bed. I lift his head from the covers and force my cock into his mouth. I hold him by the ears and use his mouth like a masturbatory toy. Up and down on my ever expanding cock. I hold him down on it until his eyes water, calling him names under my breath. I let him up for air. He gasps. His face is radiant. I roll him over onto his back. “Get your legs in the air.” I fasten a restraint around each ankle. I click the spreader bar into the D rings on the leather strapping. I get the blindfold on him. I pull his hips and pull him to the edge of the bed. “Grab the bar.” He gropes blindly for a moment before he can find it. When he does, he pulls tight. His hips roll back and his ass is at the perfect angle for me to fuck. I spit on his hole and enter him. Roughly. “That’s a tight hole, boy. I wonder if it will be when I’m done?” I slap my cock onto his upturned ass. I love the color contrast. “Give it to me hard, Sir.” I spit on my cock and shove it in. All the way home. “ARGH!” He pants. I hold for a moment. He grunts again, softer this time, deep in his throat. I begin to pull it out. I get about half way before I pound it back in. And again. I am rocking the bed with the force of my fucking. Eventually, I slow. And pull it out. I kneel by his head. “Clean my dick.” Does he hesitate? No, he opens wide, but I cuff him lightly and tell him to act like he wants my ass slick dick. He opens wider yet and I let his pink tongue clean me off. I pull out of his mouth and spit in it. “Relax.” I grab the bar and let his legs come down. I keep the blindfold on him, so he can’t see what I’m doing. I make some noise as I set up the rimseat, letting the legs clank as I put it together. I shake out a towel with a snap, then fold it around the pillow. I let the seat close with a bang. “I want to taste what I’ve done to your ass, boy.” I lean in and get the blindfold off of him, then the bar off his ankles. I help him off the bed. “Sit down once I’m in place.” I crawl in. “Now lower the seat.” He waits a moment and does what I tell him. “Sit down, boy. I want to taste that Black fuck hole.” Again he hesitates. He straddles the seat and lowers himself onto my face. My mouth opens to meet his furry crack. My fucking has made him incredibly wet. I harden my tongue and ream him deeply. He groans above me and I swallow his ass juice. ***** Much later. The boy is bent over, holding on to the washstand in the room. I am fucking him as he looks into the mirror. He can’t take his eyes off me standing behind him and pumping my cock into his battered hole. Abruptly, I pull out. “Clean up my cock,” I mutter. He does, swabbing it down with his tongue. “And the balls.” This is new. He has barely touched them in the hour or so I’ve been using him. He caresses them with his tongue, but it’s a hard angle for him to do it right. I move backward and sit on the corner of the bed. “Kneel.” And he does. He worships the hairy sacs. All around them. And under them. He starts working his tongue down towards my ass. I sit up. “Who told you to go there?” He babbles, confused. “Do it right. Get under here.” I step over him and raise the seat of the rimseat. “Yes, Sir. I want to eat your hole out.” He crawls into place. I lower the seat, but I don’t sit. I am standing astride him. “Open your mouth, faggot.” He does. And I let fly with a stream of piss. He gasps and gurgles and swallows almost all of it. “YES, Sir!” “Now eat my ass.” I sit and let his thick tongue lick at my pucker. He groans as he works deeper. His passion makes me groan, too. A knock at the door. I stand. “What the fuck…?” I look down at him. Questioningly. “It must be my Master…” More to come…. More...

The only story, not in my blog, about Indy would be: a handsome young man took me to his room and told me he wanted me to be the first guy to ever fuck him raw. I did and he loved it. I was back there the next month. The same guy approached me. Before I could ask him how he was, he asked me to come to his room since he'd decided I should be the first man to ever fuck him raw. He hadn't a clue he'd used the same story on me before...I thought about telling him, but I decided I'd rather have his hot ass again and just said nothing.

I have always found raw sex here---in the dark area and the steam room in particular...

I have been asked for a condom once at Flex. I found a raw hole instead. Almost anyone playing in the public spaces wants it raw.

Absolutely. Felch a little first, but leave plenty to fuck in....than felch some more....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2014 It had to happen. With my delay in writing things up, I have come to a hook up about which I remember next to nothing. My notes read: FF bear off Asspig from OH….safe but ok. H’mmm… It took a moment for me to even think who he was. I eventually found his profile. A barrel chested man in his late 40’s, very hair and he had a hole that needed a lot of attention. I found that he wrote me afterwards saying that he had a great time. Well, the only thing I do remember about the encounter was that with squeezing my hard cock into a Magnum, I felt next to nothing as we fucked. So I switched to my hand up his ass very fast. Which I think is what he really wanted anyway… ***** Near Home--March, 2014 By the weekend, with no one online, I was at the bookstore closest to my home. This Saturday night was particularly sparse for anyone I was interested in. I did watch a straight man whore out his girlfriend for a time, but any men I wanted to play with were in short supply. I finally ended up back in the gay cinema, when the cashier switched the movie from a sexually dull, just going-through-the-motions flick with condomed young men to a European bareback video. I pull out my cock. Again. I stroke idly. I am alone in the partitioned room. The action on the television is good. The camera revels in long strands of pre-cum and spit on puckered holes. The door opens. A young man I’d seen watching the couple comes in. He sits across from me. He is, at the most, 28, his hair short and neat, dressed in jeans and a red t-shirt. His white running shoes catch the light from the television screen. He glances at me. After a brief look at my cock, he directs his attention to the screen and to kneading the bulge in his upscale jeans. We watch in silence. My cock is pre-cumming enough that it becomes the only noise in the theatre as I stroke. And the sound of his zipper. Down it comes. He pulls out a very respectable 7+ incher. It’s thin, and I think uncut, but it’s hard to tell with the lack of light. He glances over at me. To make sure I’m looking. No eye contact at all—then he re-focuses on the screen. We both stroke openly. I occasionally check him out, but he’s of an age I’d never make the first move. If he’s interested in Daddy, he needs to do that. He checks out my cock every few minutes. I stop stroking each time, gripping it by my balls and showing him the entire length and girth. No move. No eye contact. The door opens. A man I’ve played with in the playroom and here at the theatre enters. He smiles and sits next to me in the row of chairs. He’s a good ten years younger than me. I sigh as I realize that it’s likely more like 15 years younger than me. He’s trim, only slightly hairy and very pale, as I remember him without the shorts and tee he’s wearing now. My bud, Josh, wastes no time in pulling out his regulation sized cock. We all stroke, watching the video. In no time, Josh sinks to the floor and takes the length of me down his throat. I sigh. Loud enough for the young man to turn and look at us. He does just that. The screen is forgotten. He wants to watch the live sex show. I slow Josh down a little on his deep throat routine. He becomes aware he’s being watched, but he seems to kind of like it. I look at the young man. I nod to the chair just vacated by Josh—inviting him closer to the proceedings. He stays where he is, focusing his attention on my cock and Josh’s mouth. “You wanna get fucked?” My low voice seems incredibly loud in the room. Josh doesn’t answer me, he just stands up and leans on the chair in front of us, his clothed ass arching in my direction. The boy jerks faster. I reach around and undo Josh’s shorts. I pull them down. And the underwear. His naked butt cheeks are full and white. I sink to my knees and begin tonguing his asshole. I hear Josh moan. I glance over at the voyeur. He’s loving this—his hand is moving at top speed up and down his cock. When he notices me looking at him, he makes a feeble effort to look at the screen, but he’s back to us before I sink my tongue back into Josh. I stand up. I make sure the Young Man sees the length of my cock. How red the tip is. How excited it is. How the pre-cum is pooling on the top of Josh’s ass crack. I make a show of covering my cock with that pre-cum. When it’s slick, I push into Josh. He grunts, but takes me easily. The boy stands up. He pulls the front of his red T-shirt up and over his head, so that it cradles the back of his neck. The boy is ripped. Hours at the gym for the six pack he is showing off. For a moment, I think he’s coming over to stick his dick in Josh’s mouth. The Young Man takes one step towards us and shoots. Jets and jets of sperm land on the floor between us. Oceans of cum cover the tile. I keep fucking, nodding at the Young Man as he wraps a paper towel around his cock and shoves it back in his jeans and takes off. I look down at the waste of cum. It makes me fuck Josh harder. I know that my cum won’t be wasted. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana—March, 2014 Sometime in the course of fucking the Otter, Bill had whispered in my ear that he wanted some of my cock. But not that night. I nodded and slipped into the hole at hand. Next day I got a text. When could I meet? Bill wanted a session where he would not be in control. This made me hard just thinking about it. Taking this nasty pig top to places he usually forces others to go sounded like a great evening. We agreed on a day. I drove the back roads to Northern Indiana this time. Bill was looking his hottest: a work built body, tattoos that enhanced it, buzzed hair and a highly groomed goatee and chinstrap. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tight Levi’s that showed an ample bulge. The partner was out for the night. Their sling was still in the living room. The dogs were just as noisy, and happy to see me. They were quickly banished to the bedroom. Moments later, he came out of the bedroom door naked. And Ready. “Kneel.” I point to the floor right in front of me. I have used his absence to get naked but for a piss flavored jock and my combat boots. He leans in to tongue my jock. I stop him. “Your wrist.” I touch his left shoulder again. He holds up his hand. I place the leather restraint around it. And buckle it securely. And then the right. His hands go behind his back. I hook the right and left together. Only then do I grind my piss-stained jock into his face. “Now lick it and get me hard.” My voice is low. Intense. Meant for just his ears. He tongues the fabric; he chews on it. A testicle slips out. He lovingly slathers it with spit. I reach down and pull the other out. I hold them together and push them into his open mouth. My cock is stiffening—actually hurting a little being contained in that damp jock. I pull it out. And slap him across the face with it its meaty hardness. “Suck me.” He engulfs every inch. “Get it wet for that hot hole of yours.” He chokes on my cock. I pull out to let him recover a little, then fuck his face hole. Fast and shallow. Then I push in slowly. All. The. Way. In. I hold it there until he chokes. Tears spring up in his eyes. I pull out, pull his head back and spit in his face. I look down. I must be doing what he wants for his cock is the largest I’ve ever seen it. And dripping. I unfasten his wrists and get him up. “Sling.” Once in, I fasten his wrist to the chains by his head. I add ankle restraints on his legs. I clip them to the chains. I hunker down and taste his hole. His ass is moist and ready. I dig my tongue deep, then stand up and spit into his mouth. “It’s time to fuck.” My cock pushes into him. All at once. “Easy…” he grunts. And then regrets it. I pull out and slam back into him, treating him just like I have watched him treat our mutual boy Bryce. He grunts again. And takes it. And even manages a “Thank you, Sir.” I fuck him for a long time. When I have had enough for the moment, I pull out. I walk down the side of the sling, proffering my obscenely wet cock to him, straight from his ass. “Clean it up.” Bill slurps away noisily. I spit in his mouth again. This time there is a clear “Thank you, Sir!” I pull out my homemade spreader bar. I hook it to the D rings on the two ankle restraints. “Now hold the pipe,” I tell him. “I want your ass higher.” The blindfold comes out of my bag next. I push it into place. “Now just relax. He looks great all trussed into place. I add the egg shaped dildo. It slides in rather easily after my cock. I can see in his face when the head of it hits home. I fuck him with it. I add my cock alongside it and double fuck him. This makes his hole go all puffy. I pull out, leaving the dildo in place. Again I have him clean my cock. And now I’m all over him. I am cleaning his exposed pits. Chewing on his nipples. Or twisting them. I fuck him briefly. I spit on his hole. I spit on his nipples and work it in. I pinch his cheeks to make his mouth open and spit in it again. I pull the dildo out, and shove it into his mouth. Bill grunts and holds onto the spreader bar as I fuck his wide open ass. I only stop to catch my breath. And I remember another toy in my bag. I spread a towel on the floor. “Out you come.” I remove the dildo, undo the various fasteners, but leave the restraints on his wrists and ankles. “All fours.” He’s a little wobbly, but makes it. I grab a latex coated balls-on-a-string set. There are 5 of them. The first pops in with ease. Then another and another. The fourth takes work. But I get it lubed and planted. I pull them out slowly. Each emerges from his ass with a sigh from Bill. I pull the last one out and plunge my cock into his winking hole. “Sir. The time. He’ll be home in ten minutes.” “Then it’s breeding time.” I pull out and stand up. “Get back in the sling.” I look at the swollen lips of his ass. Used. Wrecked. I grin and push in one last time. More...

I'd add no hard liquors to that list for a beginner. I train my boys to do their own in the shower as has been mentioned above. That way they can control how diluted it is by how much they hydrate themselves.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... West Michigan—March, 2014 This picks up immediately after the last entry. Joey asks for a break. We take a moment or two to get a drink. Chat. Look at the porn playing on the big screen television. Toys: I start with two of my toys—a medium to large butt plug and a ribbed cone only a couple of my partners have taken. They slide into Joey with ease. As do my fists. Repeatedly. I break out my speculum. Something new for Joey. I crank it slowly. I finger the upper wall of his manhole. I open it wide enough so I can fuck him with it in place. Ryan fucks him, too. I work through a set of Joey’s toys. Each bigger than the next. The final one is about the largest thing I’ve ever put up an ass. When I pull it out, I do a series of punch fucks. Jerking off: The punch fucking gets me hard. I work my right hand up him. I add my cock. Joey gasps and takes a hit. I slide my cock between my fingers. I move my fist over my rigid cock. I am jerking off inside him. “You like that?” I ask. “You like me jerking inside your manhole?” Joey barely nods. He’s lost in sensation. Jack is jerking watching from the couch. And I think Ryan has stopped touching himself—afraid he’ll explode. I have to stop, too. The mental fuck takes me right to the edge. The gloves: Another break is called. Joey wants to be on his knees for a bit. There is an air mattress upstairs. We all troop up. Joey gets on all fours. He tells me he wants me to wear some special gloves, instead of the black nitrile ones I have been using. Jack hands them to me. They are huge, industrial gloves of thick rubber. I grease them up and slide right in. Soon both fists are up him. I want to feel his hole. I strip off the gloves. I fist him bare handed. Then fuck him. Again. I can’t go any longer. I pull out, bend and take his ass lips into my mouth. Joey pushes out and unfurls the entire rose bud in my mouth, groaning. I cram my cock back into his ass just in time to shoot. As does Ryan. And the dripping result…. Of course, my face and tongue were right there… As before, Ryan used two posts to cover this section. You will find many more pictures and a play by play…. More...

Absolutely. The only reason I"m not rock hard in the first rimseat picture is that I'd just taken a massive hit of poppers....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... West Michigan—March, 2014 The night after the breeding at Bob’s, I’d agreed to meet my friend and f-bud Ryan at the home of a couple. I knew Jack. I had raped his hole in his semi cab quite a while ago. Ryan had played with both Jack and Joey and encouraged me to come. It was a terrific, varied night of sex with four sex pigs. I packed the sling and rimseat. I drove into the setting sun on a Mid-March Saturday. I found their house near the Michigan west coast easily. I had the fuck furniture set up in their living room as Ryan arrived. Jack, who’s a little older than Joey, played in a jock. Joey clumped down the stairs wearing a football jersey, shoulder pads, ass-less shorts and, making all the noise, cleats. Ryan stripped to his designer underwear, and I broke out my chaps on a special request from Joey. Ryan has written a terrific play by play of the event with even more pictures. I can’t compete with that. I want to just mention a few moments that turned into highlights for me. Getting Started: Immediately, we are getting great head from the boys. Jack is on his knees in front of me, his hands instinctively going behind his back in a gesture of service. Joey is kneeling in front of Ryan on the couch. I get Jack into the sling. I slide into his experienced hole. He clutches my cock expertly. Ryan bends Joey over so he’s clutching the side sling as Ryan pushes into him. And the boys kiss. I immediately fuck Jack harder. I love to see partners with each other. They can’t get enough of the other’s mouth as the two different cocks pound into them. Jack pulls off me. I step back to let him out of the sling. I do the Pig Test. I offer Joey my cock dripping with Jack’s ass juices. There is not a moment of hesitation. He devours my cock, cleaning every millimeter of it. Joey passes the PT with flying colors. Joey’s ass: I thought Jack was talented—and he is—but his partner is incredible. Ryan has been fucking him in the sling. I take his place. But I give him my tongue first. His hole tastes of nothing but ass juice and precum. When I stand up, I spit some in Joey’s mouth. I insert. It takes him a moment to adjust to my size. I watch his face. And one hit of poppers later, I can fuck him at full speed. Slamming into his juicy, round butt. And I do just that. Now I can’t give him enough. I pull out and Ryan is right there to fuck. We alternate. Jack is bent over kissing his boyfriend. This makes me so hard, I all but pull Ryan out of Joey and slide back into his dripping hole. I can hear Joey grunt into the open mouth of his boyfriend. At that moment, I have to slow down or lose my load. I slow down. The Dildo: I pull out the old reliable—the eggheaded dildo. I grease it and slip it up into Joey. He barely grunts as I push it in. Not so when I add my cock. It’s a stretch. But one I know he can take. He hits the poppers. The magic happens. His ass opens and takes the two invading objects. I give a DP fuck he’ll remember. The Rimseat: I eat the well-fucked holes of both men. Enough said. I mean, look at my cock as I eat Jack’s ass… Joey, piss giver: Joey has to piss. I don’t let him leave the room. I take him carefully into my mouth. I am careful to keep my over active tongue away from his cock head. It takes a moment, but soon there is a dribble out of his cock. It picks up and soon he is pissing a ******* down my throat. It sputters out. Now my tongue is all over his cock head and up his piss slit, collecting the last of the sweet piss drops. Joey exhales—having held his breath for the duration of his piss. “Finally,” he says. “I have always wanted to feed a guy my piss.” The first load: I have unhooked the sling at the back and let it hang by just the front chains. I have wrist cuffs on Joey. I lead him to the middle of the frame and hook his wrists to the middle of the sling frame cross bars. This arches his back and gives us a different feel. I’m up him first. Then Ryan. Then me again. Jack feeds Joey poppers and jerks his own dick. I am truly pummeling Joey’s ass and he keeps telling me to do it harder. From behind me I hear “Let me breed him.” I step out of the way and Jack pushes in his big cock. Almost instantly he shoots deep into his boyfriend. I clean Jack’s cock, felch some from around the edges of Joey’s hole and pound the rest of the load deeper… More to come.... More...

I made myself learn to piss hard. Every shower every morning I'd get myself hard--and make myself piss that first cup of tea I'd drunk to start my day. I have been able to do it ever since--the better hydrated you are, the better.