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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—July, 20113 12:45am This posts picks up immediately after the last two. “I run a porn site about transmen. I’ll pay you.” I just look at him. “Really?” "Yeah. Wanna make some porn?” I don’t even think twice. Why not? We head out, leaving the theatre together. The bookstore clerk smirks at me, thinking he knows just what we are off to do. I follow them in my own car. It feels like it takes forever to get to his house, but in reality, it’s not that far. It’s just getting late. We go in to his large, but typical house in a newer subdivision. We stand around the kitchen as the producer, the large man who I once thought was the boyfriend, fills out the various forms. I prove I’m over 18 (really?). I sign model agreements and papers about profit sharing. I give him my porn name—Charles Wolfe. Jaman and I take our HIV tests and have our pictures taken with the results. He goes off to shower and clean up for the shoot. The producer and I talk a little about my blog. I ask how many shoots he’s done; he’s has three waiting to be edited. The producer’s impressed I’ve actually done porn. The college guys he got before were pretty hit or miss. He tells me Daddies are big in transmale porn. I drop the fact that my sling is in the trunk of my car. He loves this idea as it will give him better camera angles. I go out to the car and get it. We haul it up the stairs to the big bedroom. I set it up and then go shower myself. When I step out of the steamy bathroom, the lights trees are up and pointing at the bed. “I thought we’d start on the bed. After fucking there for a bit, you’ll invite him to get in the sling.” I agree. We sit for a moment waiting for Jaman to appear. I look around the plain beige room now transformed into his set. The equipment is good. Someone has invested some real money in this site. Jaman comes in from the big bathroom. “Let’s get started.” He explains to Jaman what he just told me. We make our selves comfortable, propped up on pillows against the wall. We are already naked so we pretty much just start. He’s a good kisser. I get him down on my cock. He sucks noisily. I pull him up to kiss him again. “Ride him,” prompts the producer. Jaman climbs aboard my cock, facing me. I look even bigger than usual as this fairly small person lowers himself onto me. I let him do the work for awhile, then grab him around the waist and fuck up into him. I am ready to move around to a traditional missionary position as the producer stops us and switches us so Jaman is riding me, facing the camera. He gets a close up of my cock splitting him open. He brings a light in with the camera. The heat is intense on my balls and thighs. We fuck missionary. We sixty-nine a little. “Ok. Do the invite.” “I really want him to sit on my face first.” “Great. But get your head down here.” He thumps the foot of the bed. I sprawl in that direction and Jaman settles onto my face with a moan. I work my tongue back and forth between his holes, my fingers on his t-cock. I am pretty sure I get him off. I roll out from under. “I’d really like to get you in my sling. Do you want to?” Jaman nods. “Cut!” Lights are shifted from the bed to the sling. We never really stop playing. I idly fuck him until we are ready to go. Once he is positioned in the sling, I concentrate on anal sex. I eat his ass. I spit into opened hole. I fuck it hard. Then I do it all again in close up. I spend more time licking his T-cock. He squirms with the intense stimulation. I rise and slap my cock onto the wet mound. “You want this big cock back in your pussy?” “Cut!” We stop. “Don’t call it that, go back and say ‘front hole.’” I nod, lesson learned. “You want this big cock back in your front hole?” “Please.” I slide in. And I fuck with some nice chain rattling. Then we film it from below, the light intense on our bare skin. We break. I lean in to kiss Jaman. He asks for me go back and forth from ass to front hole. Repeatedly. Can I do that? I grin. And he gives me that grin that made me so hot for him in the first place. “Ok. Battery is changed. Are you ready to cum?” “Close,” I tell him. “You know the kind of thing. Cum on his front hole then push it inside.” “Got it.” I insert in his ass. I do a couple of strokes, then pull out and move right up to the other. I fuck a few strokes there, then go back to the ass. Jaman is loving this. So is the producer, actually. I keep it up. Then announce my cum shot. After all the hours of play, I have built up a big load. I shoot it over his front hole. It drips down onto his ass as well. I push in, truly breeding him. I pull out and push even more of my spunk into him. “Cut. Damn.” The producer puts the camera down and comes around between Jaman’s legs. He looks enquiringly at Jaman, who nods at him. He shoots a load onto him as well. *** I’m packing up. “I want to use you again,” the producer tells me. “You are a natural.” I thank him. He hands me my check. It’s for more than we’d agreed. I thank him again. I kiss Jaman goodbye and head out into the early morning hours of the new day. For those who want the link for Trans Male Erotica: http://www.transmaleerotica.com/main.html More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—June, 2013 11:30pm This post picks up immediately after the last one. “Do you want to get fucked?” The older man whispers it in the cute young man’s ear, but loud enough for me to hear it too. The young man nods. I lube my cock a little, as he stands up and drops his pants. He sits right back down and his hand finds his boyfriend’s. I want to eat this guy out. I kneel in the darkened room, the boyfriend reaches across and holds the young man’s legs high in the air. I find his ass with my tongue. He gasps as I go deep into him. I love the taste of his young hole. He is pushing himself onto my face. I rear up and slap my cock on his hole. I’m confused for a moment. The boy has only the tiniest cock. Wait he has…my brain makes an adjustment. There is a rather full labia around another hole right above the ass I was eating. I push my cock into the transman’s ass… “Fuck him with that big dick.” It’s the boyfriend. “He loves it up the ass. I sink into him with my entire length. He grins up at me. I am close enough to his face to watch his eyes roll up into his head as I repeatedly pound into him. I think I could cum—from the unexpected factor—and all the fucking before they came into the room. I slow down to make it last. “Do you want to try a double?” The boyfriend seems to be ready to fuck now. I pull out. The bearded young man gets up. I hug him. He hefts my cock and mouths the word “Wow.” The boyfriend lies down on the faux leather couch. The young man moves around and straddles his cock with his front hole. He leans forward waiting for me to enter him. I move around. They are so far into the middle of the couch, I can’t get up and over to slip in. I tell them to move towards the end of the couch. They do. The mound of the young ass is now in front of me. I kneel for a second to watch the BF fuck. I stand and slip in the other hole. We are doing DP for a moment. Then the BF flops out. I continue fucking until the door buzzes. I am right in the entrance path. I pull out and let the new man into the room. He stops dead as he sees the slim ass in the air. His hand immediately starts to knead the front of his Bermuda shorts. He’s built big, the powerful kind of big. A former foot baller is my guess. His wide handsome face twists into lust. “Is that ass up for grabs?” he asks. I look to the cutie still straddling the older man beneath him. The young one nods. The top who shared the Mexican guy comes over to stroke and watch. The new guy has his dick out. I nod to him to go ahead. The foot baller spits on his dick. “Has anyone been up this ass tonight?” “I have.” “You cum in there?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He is in the ass. “Fuck, yeah. You are a hot boy.” I smile as I stroke. He has no idea… “You go back up him.” The footballer pulls out. “Fuck him good,” he says to the room. Then he whispers in my ear, “You should cum up there. I want to eat your load off your cock after you pull out.” I fuck hard. The footballer keeps telling me to cum. But suddenly he is the one shooting. He covers the floor with a huge load, I could only wish he’d shot up the boy. I slow down, and have to disengage to let him get out the door. The top I had played with first goes along after him. We take a break, now alone in the theatre. I am sitting back in my original place. After all the fucking we introduce ourselves. The BF turns out to be only a friend named Harry. The transman, Jayman, tells me he’s here from the west coast. I tell him I’m glad he wondered into the theatre. Jayman grins. “I want you in my front hole.” I nod. I slide down to the floor. His legs are wide. I push his legs up and my tongue goes back to his ass for a moment. I take a moment, telling myself to get to it. I move to the mound of T-cock (though I didn’t know enough to call it that at the time.) It fits entirely in my mouth. My tongue is obviously doing something right. I stay plastered to the miniature cock (the testosterone shots make it grow.) Jayman shivers and grinds into my face. My tongue inches down. I lick his front hole, deep and long. “Fuck him.” It’s Harry. “Put that big cock in there.” I stand up and bend forward. I am in. I look huge entering this thin young man. I fuck. But I’m slipping backward on the slick, cummy floor. I finally have to stop or I’ll topple onto him. I sit down. Jayman takes my cock in his mouth. Before I even know it, he straddles me and starts to ride my cock. It feels great. “You may make me cum,” I pant. “Wait a minute.” It’s Harry. I slow down. “We have been trying to shoot some video today. Do you want to come back the house?” “For the two of you?” I ask. “Well, no. I run a porn site about transmen. I’ll pay you.” I just look at him. “Really?” “Yeah. Wanna make some porn?” To be continued… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—June, 2013 at 9:00pm This is the first part of a three part entry. The second will be my 300th post for this blog. I can’t quite believe that. I didn’t plan it that way; it is just how it fell out as I recorded my play dates this summer. The play room had been packed away since the first of the month. The sling was stored in the trunk of my car so it could go with me, if I found time for a quick hookup. The rest was stored in my cramped bedroom or in various suitcases in the attic. On the last Friday of the month, I had a surprise evening off. As usual, when I had time, I could find no one online who could host or had the time. I didn’t spend all night fruitlessly searching. I got in the car and headed to the closest bookstore. I bought the combo pass for both the straight and the gay theatres. As it turned out, I never left the straight theatre for the next three hours. The porn is good. I always love to watch a couple of guys on one woman. The crowd is restless. Not a huge crowd, but there are always two or three in the place with me. They just aren’t playful this early in the evening. They are a good mixture of guys I recognize from this place and guys I’ve never seen. The seven new armchairs line the side walls, pressed against the black cinderblock. The three person couch sits low to the ground for me, but it’s the only padded seat in the house. It’s also the easiest way for a guy to sit next to me and lean over to sample the cock I’m stroking. My pants are open and I’m rampant. I haven’t shot a load in seven days. I stroke. There are two other guys in the room. The older man has his dick out. He flogs it continually, but it never seems to stand up for him. He shoves it into his pants and leaves. The younger man looks at me. I look at him, then at my cock, then back to him. He starts to unzip himself. The door buzzes and three guys stream in. The young man zips up and exits the room for good. I stroke. I get some head from a balding older gentleman. He’s good. He deep throats me once too often and shoots his load between my combat boots. I stroke. Alone again in the theatre. The door buzzes. It’s a young Mexican guy I recognize as a regular. He is always asking for a fucking, but the one time we had played, he hadn’t prepped himself for my big cock. I have been skittish about fucking him again for the last three months. He sits in the chair nearest me. He opens his tan cargo pants and pulls out his rather average cock. He pulls up the bottom of his A-shirt and hooks it behind his head. We stroke in silence. Eyes locked on each other. “Fuck me.” I consider. I am so in need of ass… The door buzzes. In comes a man I don’t know. He’s my age with dark gray hair. He is over dressed for the theatre—he seems to have stopped in after going something where he needed a shirt and tie. The bottom looks at the new arrival. They smile at each other. He knows the guy. He gets up, pants around his ankles. He walks to him and bends over, holding onto the side wall. His round, cinnamon colored ass is towards the both of us. “Fuck me.” The top is already undoing his pants. He takes off his slip on dress shoes and takes the pants all the way off and folds them, putting them on one of the unused chairs. He’s commando under those dress slacks. A nice big cock pokes out from his shirt tails. He looks at me. “You going to fuck him, too?” I don’t say anything. I’m going to wait and see. There’s no foreplay. The top spits on his hand and rubs it over the expanse of his cock. The bottom adds some spit to his hole with his left hand. The top pushes right in. “Damn, you’re tight.” I stroke, still seated. Then I’m on my feet. I play with the top’s nipples through his shirt. I slap the full left cheek of the bottom. The top moves the boy around, never disconnecting, pulling the boy’s hips so he swings him away from the wall. He lines him up so he can suck my cock. The boy hungrily takes it down his throat. We fuck his holes in rhythm. “You need to try this ass.” He pulls out and I move next to him. I reach down and feel his slick cock. It’s spotless. I slide right into the boy. He feels incredible. He is squeezing my cock hard on every other stroke or so. And he’s a pig. He takes the other top into his mouth straight from his ass. The top leans across the back of the boy and hungrily kisses me. His wedding ringed hand reaches up and clutches the back of my head. We kiss deeply, ignoring the man below us who is servicing us. We fall into the same fuck rhythm again. I pull out. “Get up on the chair.” I pull one way from the wall into the center of the room. I can’t believe we have had the place to ourselves. The Mexican kicks off his pants and kneels on the seat. We reverse. The other top glides into his ass, commenting on how hot I’ve made it. I push back into his mouth. After he cleans my cock, I pull out and sit on the floor. I watch the big dick slice into him. “How’s it look down there?” “Great.” “Let me see.” We change places. I slide back up the boy’s ass. The top has been leaking juice like crazy. The hole is really slick now. “That is so hot. Fuck him with that big dick.” I do. We trade off one more time. I am in his mouth when the door buzzer goes off. The bottom springs off the chair as if it were on fire, grabs his pants and retreats into the darkest corner up by the screen. I sit on the couch, fully exposed. The top sits in the chair and covers himself with his dress slacks. An older man comes in leading what I assume is his college age boyfriend. They are holding hands. He seats the young man on the couch, then sits on his right so the boy is between us. The older man instantly slides a hand into the waist band of the young guy’s jeans. He turns to me and smiles. The boy turns to me and smiles more broadly. He is sort of scruffy—but in a good way. He’s bearded, with a slim, lithe body—you can tell, even though he still has his clothes on. I love his smile. You can’t help but return it. “You want to play with him?” asks the new daddy. I nod and smile. The boy bends, and takes my cock into his mouth. It’s a bad angle so I get up so I can get better head. The Mexican takes off, now fully clothed. The previous top watches the action and strokes. The boy takes off his shirt. He has a good chest, though even in the half-light I can see a scar across it. There is a tattoo on his arm. He undoes the top button of his jeans, as there is still his boyfriend’s hand thrust down them. Now the blow job proceeds in earnest. He’s good, too. And hungry. I fuck his face. “Do you want to get fucked?” The older man whispers it in his ear, but loud enough for me to hear it too. The young man nods. I lube my cock a little, as he stands up and drops his pants. He sits right back down and his hand finds his boyfriend’s. I want to eat this guy out. I kneel in the darkened room, the boyfriend reaches across and holds the young man’s legs high in the air. I find his ass with my tongue. He gasps as I go deep into him. I love the taste of his young hole. He is pushing himself onto my face. I rear up and slap my cock on his hole. I’m confused for a moment. The boy has only the tiniest cock. Wait he has… My brain makes an adjustment. There is a rather full labia around another hole right above the ass I was eating. I hesitate. Then push my cock into the transman’s ass… To be continued… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Fort Wayne, IN—June, 2013 One of the few times I was able to play in the month of June fortunately coincided with an afternoon motel party posted on BBRT. I didn’t recognize the host. I asked if he’d like me to bring the sling (which is always a good way to get an invite.) He agreed and told me to get there about noon. He told me he was expecting about 15 guys. I guessed maybe half that many on his guest list would show up, but decided that could still be a great way to fuck away an afternoon. I find the motel easily. I lug the sling bag up one flight and knock. A man I know opens the door. I wonder where the host is, but I don’t say anything. Eventually it becomes clear—he is the host, using a new profile with a picture I could never have identified as him. And here’s a surprise, his old profile is one of the guests coming to the party. (It’s not a bad thing—I like the guy enough…it’s just an odd thing…) I set up. We wait. And wait. In about 15 minutes, which seem at least twice that, the first tentative knock comes at the door. He comes in, and decides to take a walk until others arrive. He reminds me a professor I had in college, the one who you just knew was gay— that perpetual Peter Pan look of trying to never age, careful to not raise his voice for it might be considered too fey, and who has the softest hands of any man who’s ever touched me. We wait. A friend of the host arrives. He’s tall and lanky and seemingly there to talk to the host and not to have sex. His arrival does bring Peter Pan back in. I coax him out of his clothes. He nicely enough built and hung bigger than many. He can’t take his eyes off my cock. He sucks me for a bit and lets me sample his dick. “Fuck me.” I get him kneeling on the edge of the bed and dive into his ass. It’s the first ass I’ve had in over a week. He tastes great and I love the way he’s responding to my rimming. I lube up. I don’t ask about condoms, fuck it, this party was posted on BBRT. “Oh, yeah, fuck me raw.” Ok, then. I sink in. He takes me easier than I expect. I hold for a second to help him get used to my girth, then begin fucking in earnest. He is all but crawling away from me. His mouth is saying how hot it is, but he is moving away from my cock. I don’t let him go. I just follow him right into the middle of the bed, now kneeling and fucking his upturned ass “Oh. My. God!” He grabs a pillow and buries his face into it to keep the noise down. The two conversationalists have stopped talking and are watching us, fully dressed but with flies open, and dicks jutting out. I fuck, showing off for the on lookers. I pull out and slap my cock on his ass. Oh, no. He can’t have done any kind of preparation at all. I’m caked. I bite back what I’d like to say and simply whisper in his ear to go clean. He’s in the bathroom; I’m at the sink in the room. I soap repeatedly. There are knocks on the door. Three guys come in. I rummage in my bag for a squeeze bulb, and hand it through the bathroom door. But he never uses it. He just finds another top from the new arrivals who fucks him fast in the bathroom, and who shoots just as fast. They both take off. The party goes all oral for the next hour. We are a mass of sucking flesh on the bed. As each guy shoots he dresses and leaves. Soon it’s just the host, the talker and me. A knock. An older man with an extravagant beard and mustache comes in. I have played with him once before in this city. Today his mustache is actually twirled and waxed into points. I feel like Salvador Dali is going down on me. We play a long time for nothing else is happening. He offers his ass and I try, but he’s just too tight. Neither of us is getting any pleasure out of it. I am on the point of packing up the unused sling and leaving. A young Black guy, tall and thin, and bulging in his low slung jeans comes in. He’s followed by another nice looking middle-aged white guy. It’s like middle aged wolves on some young fawn. The host, the talker, Dali and the new guy are ripping the young man’s clothes off. I go over and work his nipples as the four men fight to suck the monster no longer in the Black guy’s pants. But I get the last laugh. “Who wants to fuck me?” the young man asks. I see to be the only top. “With a condom, though,” he adds. I get him in the sling. I eat his hole. Up above me someone is leaning over and sucking his dick--or trying to, it's so damn big. Another mouth is on his nipple. One guy is trying to feed the young man his cock though he’s not quite tall enough to get it up to sling height. Dali is working the young man’s feet by suckling his toes. I roll on the Magnum, lube it and stand up. We make eye contact. I insert slowly. He knows how to work his ass. It is feeling good, even wrapped. I work up to full speed. And he shoots. And he leaves. He’s been here maybe 15 minutes. I pack and take the sling to the car. I come back in for my small bag of lube and stuff. I say my good byes, and there is a knock on the door. I really have to leave now or I will be late for my meeting over dinnertime. The door opens and there is a hot bottom I fucked at the same motel party as where I first met Dali. The bottom is handsome in that old Hollywood way and in his mid 30’s. With him is a top I’ve seen online and never met. He’s ex-Military, with a brush cut and arms that bulge from the sleeves of his tight white t-shirt. I know what I should do. I start for my car, but I’m back in a flash. The new comers have just undressed. The top is laying on the bed, hard and impressive, his legs splayed. The bottom is kneeling on the floor, between those hairy columns. The other guys are contributing where they can or just watching. I just open my jeans—a true zippered fuck. I pull the bottom up so he is straddling the top. I enter him roughly. I pump. I shoot. I pull out. “There’s something for you to fuck in.” They all look pleased. And I go home quite happy. *** The next day I got a message from the hot bottom. "Tony loved your load in me. He fucked in it and fed some of it to me. Yum!" More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northwest Ohio—June, 2013 Once a week or so I get a message from the bottom I wrote about in “The White Master and the BlackBottom.” He always wants to do it all again. I wrote the Master—he agreed we should meet up again. With my crazy summer starting the next week, I agreed to play with them on my last free weekend. The set up would be the same: we’d meet at a cheap motel, he would invite other tops, and we should degrade the bottom as we fucked him. I knock on the motel room. It’s the same motel, almost the same room—one of those rooms where you don’t really want to walk barefoot on the spotted carpet and you don’t sit naked on the bedspread. The bear of the white Master opens the door. He grins when he recognizes me. Before he can step aside to let me in, I hear, “Make me hard, faggot!” coming from behind him. I step in. A young Black man is slapping his flaccid cock across the Black bottom’s face. He’s tall and well built. The bottom is on all fours on one of the two beds in the room. He takes the young man’s cock into his mouth. He sucks him while I get undressed. The Master lies down on the other bed and watches, stroking his own under inflated dick. I get back into my boots and watch the young man pull out of the bottom’s mouth and take his semi-erect cock around to the boy’s full, round ass. He works and works at getting it in, but it’s not happening. “Fuck him hard,” contributes the Master from the other bed. The young man finally gives up. “I can’t. It’s not so easy now I got a girlfriend.” “She take care of you like this boy used to?” asks the Master. “Yeah, she got it all this morning.” He gets dressed and goes, promising to return in a couple of hours. He never shows. I stick my dick in the bottom’s mouth. The Master, interested now, gets up and watches us. He is stroking his cock, making an occasional comment—but it all seems detached. I get hard but it takes concentration. The lack of sexual energy in the room is noticeable absent. I move around to fuck. I insert. The bottom huffs Maximum impact and goes from grasping my cock with his ass muscles to relaxing and becoming a wide open hole. I fuck him—slapping his ass, hoping I can make him contract his ass muscles that way. What had been a hot fuck a few months ago is now average at best. I watch as the Master takes a turn up the boy. He’s good for a few strokes but goes soft. It’s up to me, it seems. I fuck him again. He does the mix of poppers and MI. The moment he huffs the aerosol, he goes limp and uninvolved. I pull out and wait for him to come back to reality. I take the can away from him and toss it on the other bed. “You are going to take my cock without it.” He looks stricken, but agrees to try. I pull him around to the edge of the bed, so I can stand up to fuck. I enter his ass, hard. I’m not happy with the way this scene is going. He yelps and grabs the poppers. After three thrusts, he is begging me to stop. After two more he falls forward, disengaging us. “I need to take a break.” The Bottom curls into a ball and seems to fall asleep. I look to the Master, he shrugs. The sexual energy meter dips to below zero. A home improvement show is on the television, seemingly on to cover any noise for the room next door. It is showing off the latest basement makeover by some designer I don’t know, but who I’d like to bend over. The Master’s attention seems to be there and not on his boy at all. I flop down next to him. We talk of this and that. The homeowners on the television agonize over carpeting or laminate. The boy is indeed asleep, muffled snores are coming from the other bed. I am hoping the Master might eat my ass as he did on our first meeting. I lead the conversation back to sex. Then out of nowhere comes the question. “Why don’t you fuck me?” he asks. I agree. He pulls himself down to the edge of the bed. He lies on his back, crooking his arms under his thighs. I get down on the floor and tongue his hole. I work around the forest of hair in his crack. He groans, loud enough that I think he might wake the boy up. But no, he’s dead to the world. I finally zero in on his pucker. “That’s it. Eat me out. Nice and wet.” I spit and work it into his hole. “Slide it in me.” I ignore him and eat a little longer. When I’m ready, I scramble up and insert. He’s tight. I get the head in, but that’s it. I hold. He hits the poppers and I am all the way in—I just glide home. I hold for a moment. Then my balls begin slapping on his ass. He knows how to work a cock. His hole clutches at my invading inches and holds tight on the withdrawal. He so much more involved that the boy tonight. I fuck him until he asks me to stop. “I’m not used to that much cock.” The boy wakes, but he wants to sleep not fuck. I stay for a moment of two, but there is no suggestion I should fuck the Master again. I pack and head home. Not very happy. It's my last night of freedom. And I'm blueballed . More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Battle Creek— June, 2013 My summers are so busy with work that they give me very little time to play. The beginning of June finds me excited about the challenges on the job but with a slight panic at the thought of no (or very little) play. This year was no different. When I got home from IML I had about eleven days before I had to pack away the playroom. I really wanted to get Dean, the hot top who bottoms for me, on my new fuckbench. We chatted online and found that we both had time to play, but only if I went to his house. Playing with him was far more important than where we played, so we set a meet for 10:00am the next day. I sent him a text as I left saying I was on my way. Dean wrote back: Just come in when You arrive Sir. Door is unlocked for You. Four minutes later I got another: This boy is napping on the couch, ready for You Sir. Twenty minutes later I pulled into his wide driveway. I walked into the front door. The couch was dead ahead… He’s there. Sprawled face down on the couch. His legs are pointed toward me, slightly spread. He is wearing a white A-shirt and new Neoprene shorts. They cling to his ass. I take in his hairy legs. His muscled arms are bent and under his head. I lock the door and set my bag down quietly. I kneel. My hand goes to his ass and I kiss the back of his neck. He murmurs and grinds his ass up to my kneading fingers. Eventually he turns over and we kiss. Our tongues do a wonderful give and take with each other. I can’t get enough. Our lips stay locked as our fingers go marauding over the other’s body. My hand ends up under the waistband of his shorts. I play around Dean’s hole, my fingers just brushing across it. He’s now naked. My shirt is off. My cock is out and wet from his mouth. I roll off the couch and sink my face into his hairy ass. Dean groans loudly. I poke and prod my tongue deeply into him. Dean pulls me around to kiss me. We go back and forth—sometimes he sucks my cock and then brings his mouth to mine; sometimes I eat his ass and then stick my tongue as deep into his mouth as it has been in his hole. I don’t know how long we stay upstairs. I know neither of us want to stop this oral exploration of each other’s bodies. Eventually we go downstairs to his play area in the corner of his laundry room. “I have something for you.” I stop retying my boot, having just removed my jeans. “Oh?” “Some piss.” I can’t believe it. He’s never been able to feed me his piss. He grins. “I’ve been practicing like you told me.” I kneel and take his cock into my mouth. It takes a moment, but soon he’s gushing down my throat. Dean doesn’t try to control it—he just opens the tap and lets it flow. It tastes sweet, though slightly strong. The head rush for me is intense. I can’t get over that he conquered being pee shy just for me. I swallow it all, then suck his cock to hardness. We kiss. He loves the flavors in my mouth. I hold the back of his head in my hand. I don’t want to let go. I eat his ass on his wooden, sort of tippy, fuckbench. I piss on his ass and lick it clean. There is a chain that hangs over our heads, stretching from one side of the room to the other. “I have something new from IML, too,” I tell him. I ask him to hold onto the chain as I blindfold him with a black bandana. I put on my new police examination gloves. They are of the thinnest possible leather. My hands are all over him. One gloved hand works his sensitive nipples. My tongue works his ear. My hand goes into his mouth so he can taste the leather. My leathered hand swipes around his pit—then back to his mouth. I press against his back so he can feel my cock in his ass crack. A gloved finger goes in his ear, across his shaved scalp, down over the blindfold into his mouth again. A slight trail of moisture is left as it traces his strong jaw line, down his throat and back to his nipple. I move around to his front side to kiss him. My gloved fingers now explore his ass crack—poking at his hole, kneading his ass cheeks. My tongue is either in his mouth or on his nipples or working his pits. I bring a finger up to his mouth to taste his sweaty ass crack. He suckles the leather. We kiss again as the wetter finger returns to his ass. “Please fuck me.” Dean is in the sling. I enter him carefully. We fuck. Our eyes are locked. I can’t stop watching his face as it registers the forward momentum of my cock sliding into him. I hold. Then I pound him. I want him to feel me all day. “I’m so close,” Dean pants. “Me, too.” I fuck the cum out of him. He shoots a glob of semen with each of my thrusts. After five of six, I pull out and coat his balls with my jizz. I lean across him and we kiss—tender and gentle. Neither of us want to stop and return to the workaday world. But we do. Once I get home, I shoot him a text, telling him how I can still smell him in my goatee and how I’m not going to wash it all day. Dean texts back: I just had a very tasty bowl of Cheerios! Your smell is still in my stache… I grin, inhale deeply and go into work… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—June, 2012 I was chatting with Mikey (the brother of Rob of the ‘Breeder’s Journal’) on one of the hook-up sites. “Do you know this guy?” he asked. “I know my brother used to fuck him all the time, but he won’t let me.” I looked at the profile he named. “Yes,” I had to admit. “A long time ago when he lived closer to me.” "You should hit him up—he’s looking.” "He’s over an hour away,” I protested. But the very act of my looking at the suggested man’s profile, made the “viewee” start a conversation with me—one that led to him making the drive out to the playroom. He remembered my dick. The fact that I had the new fuckbench clinched the deal. Once he was in my playroom, I marveled again at how this man is ever wanting for sex partners. He is perhaps 5’ 10”, lithe and mostly smooth. He is ten years younger than I and looks younger yet. His profile’s main picture is a shot of his beautiful sculpted ass. That ass looked even more inviting in the mirror as he bent over to suck my cock. I sucked him briefly, too, but he couldn’t wait to get on the bench… His knees sink into the padded supports of the bench. His round ass juts out, begging for me to lick it. I kneel. My tongue makes contact. Paul groans. Loudly. His head jerks up, catching his own face in the mirror on the wall in front of him. He keeps looking into it, watching me grind my face as deep as possible into his ass. My tongue has opened him up. I am deep into him. My saliva is coating his butt canal. I am stroking my cock as I tongue fuck him. I grab the lube out of the waistband of my jock and add just a drop of lube onto my cock. I do it all by feel, I never need to stop the rimming. I stand up and slap my cock on his juicy hole. “Put it in.” I do. Slowly. Inching it in. His ass gives way under the pressure of cock slowly pushing forward. I stop halfway. I let him rest a second, and then begin again. Pushing. Opening. Until I’m home. "Oh, God, you feel good,” Paul grunts out. He’s tight. I don’t move for a long moment after I reach my full length in him. Our eyes meet in the mirror. “You want this cock?” “Fuck, yes. And your piss.” I stiffen. I hadn’t prepped for piss play at all. I didn’t remember that he liked it. I shrug it off and start the slow withdrawal. I only get out halfway before I push forward. I repeat. “Harder.” I don’t need any other prompting. I slam into him. Then pull almost all the way out. He’s getting repeated full strokes now. And loving it. He’s grunting and moaning and, occasionally, calling me names. I love how the bench positions his ass for me. It is perfectly aligned for the long, deep strokes I am using. We finally break. But not before I kneel and taste his ass. He is looser now, but not by much. He knows how to keep his hole tight. He tastes of his own self lube and the drippings from my cock. I eat him out, and then work most of it back into him. We share a bottle of water. I admit to not remembering he liked piss in his hole. He tells me it’s okay, but I can see he disappointed. “Let’s do the sling.” I get him up into it. I lean over and spit on his hole. My cock head pushes against his pucker. He’s almost as tight as when we started. I get into him, but it takes a moment. I lean over him and smile. Paul relaxes and I slide in. He feels totally different on his back and with his legs in the stirrups. His ass squeezes my cock on every stroke. I lean in again and we kiss. I straighten up and pound the hell out of him. Paul strokes his long, thin cock. I think he might cum. I don’t want this to end. I slap at his balls with the back on my hand. He slows his stroking. “I have something for you since I don’t have piss.” I slow and then pull out. “I’ll be right back.” When I come back into the room, Paul is waiting, ass up, back on the fuckbench. I dangle the full condom in front of him. “I have a devil’s dick for you.” “How many loads?” “Four. All of my own cum.” I warm the frozen loads for a second, and then peel the condom away from the frozen nugget of semen. I push it against his hole. To my surprise, it goes right in. I move around and push it deep into him with the head of my cock. I love the freezing pellet on the tip of my dick and the warmth of his ass all around my cock shaft. It leaves an amazingly slick trail for me fuck in. It’s a mind fuck for Paul, too. His cock is rock hard and sticking straight down. I start a quick, accelerating fuck. My hips are slamming into his upturned ass. I am churning my jizz in him, so his hole is frothing white. I look down. I think I may cum. “You want my fresh cum?” “Yes!” I spurt deep into him. My hot cum mixes with the still slightly cool cum of the freezer. I collapse on his back and hold onto him. When I finally pull out, I see a white puddle on the new floor mat. I have made Paul shoot without him needing to touch himself. I hunker down and bury my face in his frothy hole. My cum is everywhere. I clean all around his asshole and lick as deep as I can go. “I love your bench. It’s new?” “Yeah, I’ve used it a couple of times, but this is my first cum on it.” I can’t imagine a better way to break it in. And I tell him so. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near My Home—June, 2013 I had one other hook up in May. It’s now a blank. Obviously, I needed to take better notes. I wrote “Safe guy new to piss.” It can’t have been bad (though I remember it was really hard to go back to condoms) but I can’t remember the guy distinctly or what we did. I am sure we fucked and pissed---but what his reaction was, I haven’t a clue. I think I need to start noting screen names. Or take more pictures. I remember the next encounter quite clearly. Better notes and something slightly out of the ordinary help… I’m at the bookstore nearest to my home. I’m sitting in the new gay theatre. It is pretty empty. One man sits in the corner on the couch. He is hunched over and sipping some sort of soda—far more interested in that than me or the movie. I decide to check out the straight theatre, when I notice the film. It’s a Dark Alley Media release. It’s really rare that they show a bareback movie here. Or maybe I don’t go at the right time. I sit down to watch Owen Hawk work over some younger man. I don’t have to watch long for me to open my pants. Or take out my lengthening cock. Or lube it up and slowly stroke it. The man leaves as soon as he sees my dick. I sit alone, stroking to the fucking being delivered onscreen. The door buzzes. A man in his early sixties, quite dapper in pressed slacks and a knit shirt, comes in. He sits across the aisle from me. He takes out his cock and starts stroking. He watches the movie and spends just as much time watching me. We stroke in rhythm with the plowing happening in front of us. He smiles at me. I smile back. Before long, he stands up and comes over to me, with his cock in his fist. It’s not much more than five inches, but it is red and dripping. Without a word he pushes it into my face. I swallow it down willingly. He sighs. “Come here.” He pulls me up. “I want to see you better.” He leads me to the front row, where the reflection of the screen bathes us in light. It’s no longer me sucking him. He is on his knees sucking me to the root—and doing a damn good job of it. The door opens. A man comes in. He stands for a moment at the back but soon comes down towards where we are showing off. He wears an A-shirt that shows off the definition of his hard pecs. The contrast between the whiteness of the bleached shirt and the blackness of his skin is caught by the light from the screen. His grey sweat pants open and he pulls out a sizable dick. He stands stroking it as he watches me get serviced. His eyes are riveted to my cock and how it disappears down my cocksucker’s throat. The older man catches sight of the new arrival. We both seem to revel in showing off for this man. When my sucker finally stops, I help him up. He sits in the front row. I start to kneel, assuming he wants more of my mouth. He stops me. “Go suck him. Show me how good you are.” He gently pushes me towards the stroking Black man. I kneel in front of him. I am even more aware, looking up at him, of the wide chest and powerful arms. The light from the screen plays over us, shifting in color with whatever is on the screen. He hesitates for a fraction of second before he removes his hand from his cock. I lick the large head and then take him to the root. He grunts something obscene. His thick, calloused fingers grab for my ears. He holds onto the sides of my head and begins to fuck my face. I panic slightly. I can’t breathe. He shoots almost instantly. He holds me in place, no longer thrusting, as he unloads down my throat. He pulls out roughly—he’s too sensitive for me to clean it properly. I sit back on my heels. Panting. The older man is on his feet and in front of me. He is about to shoot. I get him into my mouth just in time as he dribbles a load onto my tongue. He thanks me effusively. He pulls out a huge wad of fast food napkins to clean his small cock. Then I'm alone. I stay on my knees, absently playing with my engorged cock, dappled in the ever changing light of the movie. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—May, 2013 The day after Bryce’s hot ass was in my playroom, I packed up the sling and went off to IML in Chicago. I reported daily on the procession of men I, um, met there. (Hit the IML tab in the topic cloud, if you missed it.) I took a couple of days off when I returned. By the middle of the week, I was ready for more. An occasional fuck bud contacted me about sharing a young man. It seemed a natural… “Ok,” he types. “Here’s the deal. You’ll find my van in the parking lot.” He names an all but deserted strip mall in the biggest city near me. “Do you know it?” “Yes.” “We’ll be fucking. Just come in and join us. He wants two daddies.” I look at the boy’s profile. He is young. He claims 25, but looks younger. He’s blond and smooth. Nice looking, with a naturally fit body. His ass is a bubble butt that makes my mouth water. “A couple of things.” “What?” I type. “You can’t rim him. Don’t lick my cock as I fuck him. Don’t suck me when I pull out. You can’t felch him when I’m done.” “Really?” “He doesn’t want any of that gay stuff.” I almost bail at that remark, but I say ok. Two hours later, having left the hook-up site on, the boy writes me a note. “Ready to fuck me? Do you wear a cockring?” “Yes and yes.” “Well you can’t wear one today.” “Really?” “I don’t like them.” Once again, I wonder if I should bother, but I type “Ok.” I pull into the parking lot at the appointed time. There sits the white van. I park three spaces away. The boy’s car, the van and mine are just about all that’s in the lot. We are at the far end, facing some scraggly trees. Only one business is open in this struggling strip mall. The rest of the shops have soaped windows and ‘For Rent’ signs on them. Maybe three other cars are in the lot, scattered outside the solitary store. I swig on my bottle of water and walk over to the van. I look in the curtained window. There is just enough separation to see inside. The back seat is almost against the back doors. The middle bank of seats has been removed to give us floor room to fuck. There is an empty lawn chair to one side for me. My fuck-bud, with his model good looks, is sitting naked on the back seat. The white body of the twenty-something is riding his stiff dick, facing him. I am instantly boned by playing voyeur. The boy is prettier than in his photos. Eventually I try the door. It’s locked. “Reach through the window…” It’s my fuck-bud. I do, finding the inside handle and open the door. I step in. The boy turns and looks at me. I think he approves. He certainly is fascinated by what comes out of my 501’s. “Suck him.” The boy gets off my f-bud and gets on the floor. He sucks just the head into his mouth. He can’t seem to cover his teeth. I finally have to stop him. “Let him fuck you.” “That’s big,” he whines. I hoist him up so he’s on all fours on the floor, his face in my bud’s lap. I enter him. Easily. He feels great. A smooth, smooth hole. When I hit bottom he yelps. I fuck him, giving him only ¾ of my dick. He is still whining. I pull out. He gets back on my bud, this time facing me. I stroke as he rides him. The cock he’s on is smaller, but not by much. When they break, I suggest he ride me, to make it easier. “No,” he says. I just look at him. “We’re done.” I look at my f-bud. “Try it,” he urges. “No, he’s…too big.” He turns to me with a look that is one of sheer malice. “Suck him off then.” It’s my turn. “No. He doesn’t deserve it.” I am dressed in no time, never having removed anything but my shirt. I am out the door and into my car. *** I have never heard from either again. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 “Good Morning, Piss Daddy.” The message pops up in my Adam4Adam mailbox. I type a hurried “good morning, piss boy” in return before pouring my cup of tea. “Today is the day!” He’s right. Bryce, one of the most accomplished (and pervy) bottoms I know, is coming to the playroom this afternoon. We both know this will be our last meet for the rest of the summer. Our work schedules, the distance between our homes and his having to meet without the knowledge of his partner, all make scheduling incredibly hard. But he is stoked for today. He has seen pictures of the new fuck bench and can’t wait to get on it. We double check the time. He asks the address—damn!—has it been that long since he’s been to my house? “Any instructions?” I type out what he should wear. Then he gives me choices. I can’t just say jock. Is it leather, neoprene or cloth? If cloth—red, black, white or green? Leather chaps or rubber? How about toys: dildos, butt plugs…??? You get the idea. But it heats him up—typing the words and imagining what we will do with them. Hours later, he’s in his neoprene and strapped to the new bondage frame attached to the bench. We start slowly. I want to document the new fuckbench in pictures for the blog. He poses willing. We start with the bondage frame; I play a little with his ass before snapping the pictures. We move on to him ass up on the bench in the sawhorse position. I insert my cock so his ass will look a little used in the photos. We flatten the bench down so it is totally flat and figure out the leg support attachments. I snap more pictures. The camera goes down as my dick goes up. I need to fuck, but I really need to piss. Bryce is instantly on his knees in front of the sling. I stick just the head of my cock into his mouth. He is careful not to lick the dripping head. I let go. My piss stream sputters to life. He swallows greedily. He is a boy who is always thirsty. My cock adjusts to knowing I want to piss, and I start pissing a *******, straight down his throat. He gurgles and groans and concentrates. He doesn’t waste any. My cock springs to full hardness the moment I’m done. I lean him into the sling, his belly and chest on the cool leather, and enter him roughly. I fuck him hard to get his hole ready for more. We spend the next few hours fucking. And working toys deep into his ass. I push a couple of fingers in as well. Soon, I’m greased and my right hand disappears up his elastic hole. I love his control. How he can snap his ass shut on my wrist. But there’s one thing he loves to do, that I rarely do with anyone else. “It’s time,” I tell him. I get into the sling and take a massive dose of poppers. He kneels, so he’s staring at my flat, hairy butt. “Eat my hole,” I tell him. The poppers are hitting. They make me talk unfiltered. I sound like a cheap porn soundtrack. “Stick that tongue in there. Deeper, boy. Come on. You can do better.” He loves me to tell him how to do it. Whatever gives me pleasure is now what it is all about. He eats ass with the same relish that I eat hole. He goes deeper into me than I have allowed just about any man. “Spit on my hole.” He does. “Lick it up and work it in deep.” My hole is opening with his insistent tonguing. “Lick my cock head—yeah---get that fuck juice in your mouth. Now spit.” My hole is coated with my own precum. This makes Bryce attack me even harder. I take another hit as he drinks some water. He swallows the first sip, then sprays my hole with the second slug—something he learned from his Master. He licks every drop which is beading up on the hair around my hole. I watch him in the mirror above me. Totally into his service. I am now at the mercy of his tongue and the stubble on his chin. He has his chin in my ass and is licking the base of my balls. The rough hair is driving me crazy—until I can’t take it anymore. It now hurts. I push him back down so his tongue is on my hole again. "Slow down. Easy.” He obeys. I have to piss again. I consider a moment…but know I won’t be able to with his face in my ass. “I need to get out.” He moves back and gets up. “Get under the rimseat.” He does, his eyes still glued on me. I reach for an empty water bottle. I don’t have a lot, but a good half bottle of piss. I bend into the sling, and pour my barely yellow piss down my ass crack. I slam the seat of the rim seat down and set my dripping ass onto his face. The sounds of contentment below the seat are all the thanks I need. More...

You know I'd do that in a heartbeat.... MAL is coming up, after all.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Ann Arbor—May, 2013 The scene: a low end motel. The room, while clean, is nothing special. It has just enough room for the requisite double bed and my sling. Time: Late afternoon on a Monday. The cast of characters: Kevin—the gangbang bottom. He and I have played for several years. He has often been the centerpiece for a group of men. We have had great luck in Detroit. And then on other times, not so much, so we have decided to try a new city. He is Italian, late 40’s with a bubble butt from years of professional dancing. He can take cock for hours—then wears out all at once. The Bear—He loves to breed Kevin. He has come to almost every breeding I have set up for him. He is about my age, with a massive hairy chest, a decent cock, and a very gentle manner. The Multi-Cummer—Give him an ass with some cum in it and he shoots almost the moment he enters it. Every time. He can shoot a dozen loads in a couple of hours of play. He’s middle-aged, Black, with a good sized cock, and extremely talkative. The Otter—a great team player. He’s versatile and while leaning towards being more of a bottom now, he loves to work Kevin’s ass. He’s my age, short and furry. He loves to rim as much as I do and uses his goatee to great effect. Mr. Tats—He’s the unknown player. He and I have talked for years online, and never met. He is versatile, but loves the pic of Kevin’s butt. He will be there, he assures me, but slightly later than the start time of 4pm. He’s tall, lanky, just 40 and has a tattoo sleeve I find very hot. And a big cock which has a slight curve to the left. The Cocksucker—I have used him before in this capacity at group events. He has excellent oral skills, is the best looking guy there with leading man good looks and loves to keep guys occupied while waiting their turn up Kevin. He also knows that I often press him into service as the bottom, once Kevin has had enough. Act One—Arrivals Kevin is sprawled on the bed, ass up. I am kneeling behind him, my hands pulling apart those full globes of flesh. I lean over. My tongue connects with his pucker. He bucks like it’s an electrical charge. I eat, lick and spit deep into his hole. I’m in no hurry—we have all afternoon. Eventually I hunker back and slip my cock into his hot hole. “Why don’t we do this more often,” Kevin groans out as I sink into him. My pubes are soon pressed against his upturned butt. He takes my cock as if it were no more than a breadstick. I fuck into him, slow and steady. He pushes back, grinding himself onto my cock. A knock. It’s the Bear. He’s undresses and Kevin jumps in the sling. The Bear watches me enter Kevin again and fuck him noisily. He’s hard almost instantly. I pull out. The Bear slips in. He fucks for a moment, then leans over and whispers something in his ear. I don’t hear what he says. I’m letting the Multi-Cummer into the room. “Anyone shot in him yet?” I tell him no. He strips, watching the Bear fuck. I kneel and help get MC hard. When he is, he fucks Kevin for a bit, as I clean the Bear’s dick—savoring the taste of Kevin’s hole on his cock. Then it’s my turn back up Kevin. His hole is now slippery with pre-cum and ass lube. I fuck him hard setting the sling chains rattling. The Otter arrives. He strips and sucks every cock in the room, including the one just pulling out of Kevin’s ass. The Otter moves in and begins rimming Kevin’s well-fucked hole. “You guys have been busy,” he says to no one in particular, while slurping our pre-cum out. The Otter finally stands up and fucks the hole he’s made even wetter. But he goes soft pretty fast. The Bear steps up. He’s ready. He fucks Kevin is slow measured strokes. He shoots. His hands grab the chains of the sling to support himself. I’m right there. The Bear knows what to do—he pulls out and sticks his cum-covered cock directly into my mouth. I savor the taste—then share it with the Otter. MC inserts into the dripping hole, telling us how he can’t wait to fuck it. He thrusts maybe eight times before he shoots the second load into Kevin. I let the Otter clean him up and answer the door. It’s Mr. Tats. I smile. I love it when guys are hotter than their pictures. He grins at me and strips, as he watches the Otter felch some of the two loads out of Kevin. I help get Mr. Tats’ long cock hard. I deep throat it and actually choke with that curve. He’s ready. We all ring the sling and watch him slowly enter Kevin. Hands are all over our own cocks or on someone else’s. Nipples are tweaked; asses are caressed as we watch the newest cock go up him. Mr. Tats is still fucking as I let in the Cocksucker. I tell him to get to work as soon as he’s stripped. He sucks each of us in the circle as Mr. Tats continues to fuck. He only stops fucking when MC taps him on the shoulder and tells him to move, that he needs to unload right now. MC shoots the third load up Kevin. And so it goes. We continue taking turns on Kevin and sucking or rimming those waiting to fuck. The sexual tension begins to dissipate. I decide to step it up. Act II—The Challenge I walk over to where the Cocksucker is working on the Otter. I pull him up and push him forward onto the bed. He catches himself by landing on all fours. I drop to my knees and eat the Cocksucker’s hole. The Bear, who’s up Kevin, watches intently. Mr. Tats has been sucking MC. He stops and watches. I eat loudly and sloppily, lubing his hole. I rise up and push in. The heat in the room sky rockets. The Bear gets Kevin out of the sling and puts him on all fours on the other side of the bed. He goes right back up him, his usual gentleness gone. The bottoms look up at each other, smirk and intertwine fingers, holding on to each other. Lines form behind us. The Otter and MC are behind me. Mr. Tats waits behind the Bear. The Bear convulses and shoots another load up Kevin. MC moves around, all but pushes the Bear out of the way and fucks another quick load up Kevin. I let the Otter into the Cocksucker. Mr. Tats and I kneel and take turns licking at the loads dripping from Kevin. After a sloppy kiss between us, Mr. Tats fucks Kevin. The Otter shoots up the Cocksucker. MC adds another up the new bottom. And so it goes… Mr. Tats gives a load to each of them. MC adds one after each. The Otter tries hard to shoot a second up Kevin. The Bear is done, but sits in the corner and watches us all fuck. I am ready to shoot up Kevin when he tells me he’s had enough. I shoot the final top load of the day up the Cocksucker. Kevin surprises me. He wants to get off. He jerks. I eat his loaded ass, his bouncing balls keep hitting the bridge of my nose. The Otter is chewing Kevin’s nipples. Mr. Tats is kissing him. It takes forever—but he shoots. And we all collapse on the bed into a sweaty mass of flesh. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I like porn. I have always liked porn. Perhaps because when I was young it was so hard to get. I remember my partner and I daring to go into the one (at the time) dirty bookstore in the Ann Arbor area and purchasing one reel of the Al Parker flick Inches in Super 8. (At least I always had good taste….). And then the thrill when my brother dubbed A Matter of Size for us on a VHS tape. Well, today, I still like to have porn playing in the playroom. I try to match the movie to the activities happening that session. If I am hosting a gangbang any of the Treasure Island releases will work nicely. If I am doing a piss scene, out come the Dick Wadd videos (usually either Pigs at the Troff or Pigs at the Zone). If it is a leather-ish group than there are few titles hotter than Hole Hunters from HDK. If it is a rather vanilla young man, I have some things from SX video that will suffice—though often those boys tell me to put in something kinkier. We don’t sit and watch it. It is mostly background noise—a great chorus of rutting men to fuck to. Something for the guys to watch in anticipation as I change into my gear. I will occasionally notice something happening on screen and decide to incorporate it into the play. When I was in upstate New York this winter, bookstores were everywhere. This one chain, seemed to cater to all sorts of pervy variations. There were flicks for any and every taste. I was clicking through the offerings in a booth and suddenly hit an incredibly hot piss scene. It was pretty obvious that the performers were European. I watched with that pleasure of recognition mingled with surprise. This was just how I played---hose him down, fuck his mouth until he begs for me up his ass--raw. The next scene was an incredibly hot top fucking three bottoms, in quick rotation then adding a fist. The next was with more piss and a toy…. I had to find out what and who I was watching. Well, it was Open Season from Wurstfilm. Fucking hot and pervy Germans playing exactly like I like to do. That film and the perhaps even hotter Perverts series (also from Wurstfilm) are the best new porn I’ve seen in a long time. You’ll find one of them on my wide screen lap top in my playroom as I type this… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—May, 2013 I don’t think I’ve described the changes that have happened to the adult bookstore which is closest to my home. The straight theatre has been remodeled. The three rows of theatre seats are gone. There is now a long couch along the back wall and about seven swivel chairs looking up to the flat screen television. At the same time the owners built a separate theatre that only shows all male movies. It also has a long vinyl couch and about 10 swivel chairs (though there are never more than four guys at one time on the gay side). You can buy admissions for either theatre singly or purchase a reduced price combo pass. The management has also decided to let couples in for the price of one admission on Saturday. This has resulted in more men than I can ever remember bringing wives or girlfriends to the theatre. Some couples do nothing but watch the movie. Maybe they have a hand where it might not be at the local Cineplex, but they do nothing more than an occasional feel. Other couples come to show off for the other men there. That vibe of “Look at my wife going down on me—don’t you wish it were you?” can ignite the room. No one touches either of them as they give each other oral sex or hand jobs. Only once have I seen straight exhibitionists fuck there. But occasionally a couple arrives who are looking for others to play. Such was the case this Saturday night… The parking lot is packed when I arrive, but the cars still contain their occupants. It can only mean one thing—someone has posted on Craig’s List that he is bringing a playful woman to the theatre tonight. The men are hanging out in the parking lot, so as not to buy a ticket in case she chickens out. But once she’s inside, they will stream into the place and pack it. I take the last parking space, go in and buy the combo pass. I piss (in the bathroom—not some guy’s mouth) and then sit for a moment in the near empty gay theatre. The video is of very young men doing condomed porn. It barely holds my interest. But I hear the door of the straight theatre constantly buzzing to let men in. The couple must have arrived. I go next door. Yup. The place is packed. At least 13 men of all types are standing around or sitting in the available seating. A man and woman are on the big couch. Right now they have their eyes glued to the television screen, their hands in their own laps. They are both, perhaps, just past forty. He is balding, with strong features and just beginning to pack on a few extra pounds. She is the best looking woman I have ever seen come into the theatre. Her hair is cut in a short page boy, her make up is more natural than made up. She is wearing a short denim skirt with a wrap-around top. Her long legs are crossed and encased in thick black tights. Occasionally, they turn to each other and smile when something happens on the screen that they seem to like—like when the girl in the movie chokes on a thick cock. I sit in the last available chair, pushed against the side wall. I have as good a view of them as I do of the screen. A brave man leaves the crowd by the door and sits next to the couple. We all watch the screen or watch the couple watching the screen. None of the men in the room have their cock out. Not yet. There is a tremendous amount of off-hand groping of growing bulges. The sexual tension in the room is amazingly high. We all wait for some sort of signal—not knowing for sure what it will be. Fifteen minutes go by. The woman glances at her husband. He nods. She stands up. The wrap around top is undone and comes off revealing a black brassiere. That comes off too. Her husband reaches up and undoes her skirt. All three articles are placed on the back of the sofa out of the way. In nothing but her tights and high heels she sits back down. 14 men unzip or at least grab at their cock through the fabric of their trousers. Her husband’s hand, his wedding ring glinting in the reflected light from the screen, idly reaches for her crotch. He fondles her for a moment through the fabric of the tights, then she leans over and takes his exposed cock into her mouth. I watch her suck. She seems to be pleasing her man, though it’s a lot of manual stimulation with just the cock head in her mouth. The guy who is sitting next to her, a man who looks like he does heavy manual labor from the pecs I can see outlined in his t-shirt, opens his trousers at the waist. He is exposing a thicker piece of meat than her husband’s by quite a bit. It looks like her husband is going to shoot. You can hear his breath go ragged. He stops her, pulling her off his dick. “Suck him.” He indicates the man on the couch. She leans over him. Again her husband reaches for her covered crotch and plays with her as she takes the stranger into her mouth. It’s not his finest hour. He shoots instantly. She stops, spits and her husband takes out a wet wipe from his shirt pocket. She cleans the hand that held the man’s penis. The laborer pulls himself together and leaves. An older man sits in his place. She is back on her husband. As soon as he has sat down, she stops and waits for her husband to decide if it’s a cock she should suck. He nods. She turns and takes on the older man. The room is now in full jacking mode. One man across from me shoots at the same time as the new man cums in her mouth. It’s the same routine—a spit and a wipe and back to her husband. This time before she goes back down on him, her husband gets her off rapidly by just rubbing her clit through the nylon. She cums noisily. I wonder if that’s the end of the show. No. Another man, much younger than I, sits in the now vacant seat on the couch. You can tell she really wants this one, but she waits for the nod. It comes. She sucks the short cock presented to her while the young man plays with her breasts. Another man pushes over from the doorway. He reaches for her crotch. The husband slaps his hand away. Hard. “No one touches her there. But me.” The new man starts jerking off in front of her, hoping she will switch from the young man to him. She pointedly ignores him. He shoots on the floor in front of her and leaves. And so it goes. She takes on at least 8 of the men in the room. Others cum from watching the men have sex with her while waiting for their turn. A few don’t want any actual contact and get off in their chairs. The husband gets her off at least twice more. I watch and stroke, fascinated by the dynamic between the partners. It’s now the four of us left in the room—the couple, the guy who shot in his chair early on and me. The woman’s eyes are riveted to my cock. She leans close to her husband’s ear. She whispers—but loud enough to include me. “I want that big one.” The husband looks at me. I consider. I think about her technique. Or rather, the lack of it. I shake my head. She leans in and gets her husband off in seconds after all this play. Then he rubs her mound one last time through the tights. She cums—the noisiest yet. They go. I check out the gay theatre. No one. I go back to the straight side. The man in the chair is still there. Two men are sitting on the sofa—as far apart as they can get. One is maybe 25, blond, pale white skin with long bangs of the blond hair all but covering his eyes. He’s thin. On the other end of the couch is a man in his late 30’s. His skin is as dark as the boy’s is pale. He has a long, thick dick in his hand. They watch me sit back in the same chair. I haul out my meat. So does the blond. We all watch a girl on the screen take on two men. “You missed the show,” I tell the two newcomers. “A man brought his wife and she blew most of the room.” Their hands move a little faster over their cocks. “She gone,” I continue, “but…” I let it dangle—knowing that they get the fact I can help them with that. The Black man spreads his legs invitingly. I kneel between them. The guy in the chair ignores us. I deep throat the cock in front of me. It makes my eyes water. But I keep going. The blond pulls me over to suck him. I do. His dick is thin and slightly bent. He goes soft after a moment. I look over. The Black guy is softer now too. I start to go back to him, when he stops me. “We don’t want that. We want to do you.” He stands and pulls me up beside him. The blond pulls my jeans down. Jeez, they are partners. I had no idea. The black guy swallows my inflated cock. The blond nuzzles into my ass crack with an active tongue. I am turned by hands on my hips— now it’s the blond sucking me and the Black guy licking my ass. I look down and they are both rock hard. I get pushed down on the sofa. The men are on either side of my splayed legs. They take turns on my cock. They are incredible. They can both take me to the root, hold it, come up for air and swallow me again instantly. I eventually shoot in the Black man’s mouth. I spasm and buck. I watch as the men kiss and share my seed. I lean back, panting and exhausted. I know I made the right choice to save my load for couple number two… More...

My pleasure. That man did the same for me....

Thanks. He was so hot--with that perfect combination of body and mind set!

Jake---I would love that. We didn't get to do any piss play last time!!

The feed that picks up my blog must hate when I post pictures with the text.....there is twice as much to this post beyond what is printed here, including more pictures---you need to click on the More button to read it all.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2103 He must have given me a name somewhere along the line—but after instant messaging for days on end and finally arranging a date for the middle of the month— by the time he arrived at my door, I no longer knew it. I watched him get out of his car. He looked exactly like the man you’d take home to your parents: tallish, good looking, gym-fit, dark hair, obviously successful with the car he was parking in front of my house. As I answered the door, I ran through his last email to me. “I will be there right at 2pm so I can get home B4 my BF gets home from work,” he’d typed. “Use me hard, BB only. Do whatever you want to me.” I got him up to the playroom, told him to strip and went downstairs to put on my boots and jock. Once I was ready and I opened the door, he was right where I wanted him—astride the new fuckbench. I stand in the door just looking at that ass. It’s a thing of beauty. It’s so white, beautifully shaped with just the right amount of hair down the crack. I kneel behind him. The only sound in the room are some moans coming from the porn playing on my laptop and his deep breathing as he waits for me to touch him. So I don’t. I just look at his ass. His breathing becomes more rapid. I slowly lean in. My beard brushes his perineum. My tongue hits his hole. He whimpers. “Oh, thank you.” He grunts as I push deeper. “Yes.” He pushes back onto my face. “Use my ass.” I’m stroking my cock as I’m eating him out. His hole is responding to my tongue’s insistent probing by becoming more pliant. I stand up and start to insert my cock. I stop to take a picture. And another. As I push forward he squeezes down on me, milking my cock. It’s my turn to grunt. I am balls deep. I listen to his heavy breathing for a moment, and then begin a long, slow pull out. When I see the flare of my cock head, I shove it back in. Deep. He grunts a low, rumbling sound of pleasure. I fuck him as hard as I can. I love the view of him below me, clutching the handles of the fuckbench. He is bucking back on almost every stroke—showing me he can take the hammering I’m giving him. I stop. I pull out and taste his hole. It’s sweet with lube and pre-cum. “Let’s get you in the sling.” I enter him hard this time. One long stroke. He grunts. I pound his ass again--just as hard, reveling in how flipping him onto his back gives us both whole new sensations. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My playroom is an upstairs bedroom. It has a hardwood floor. For years I’ve made sure I have covered it with a tarp and a drop cloth (as I like my piss play right there) to protect it. But I haven’t done anything about protecting our knees. One way or another, people are on their knees a lot in my playroom. My boys almost invariably start by sucking my cock, kneeling on the hard floor. I spend as much time, maybe more, on my knees as I eat the ass on display on the bed, sling or fuckbench. I sometimes fuck them on the floor before we move to another place. I have put up with it for several years—but when I got the new bench I finally did something about it. That something was a padded mat. I opted for a rubberized exercise mat that comes in 2 foot squares. It has jigsaw shaped edges so I can add more to it as I see fit. Right now, I have enough to go under both the sling and the fuckbench. It sticks out far enough for me to be on it at the business end of the sling and bench. I started by putting down a sheet of plastic to protect the wood in case any moisture ever found its way through the cracks of the join. Then the mat was placed on top of that in a 6 by 8 foot area. Eventually I will do the whole room. I would definitely like it under the rimseat. I still put down a tarp (thinner now) for the predominate piss area under the sling and a cotton sheet to catch any run off. The first time I used it, I was amazed how much a simple half inch of cushion helped the knees. The boy of the moment liked it too. I couldn’t get him off his knees—not that I tired too hard… More...

I thought you would like this entry. I want this guy back....I hope his travels bring him in my direction again....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 “I’m an all purpose top into WS, bondage, FF with a portable sling. I love to play one on one or in groups. I love to eat a fully loaded ass. I love to play in long (but chem free) sessions. I love to play in leather with my cum and piss stained jock buried in your face. And I love guys who know how to clean out so well, that they can give me back whatever I give them up their ass…” Some of you likely recognize that as my BBRT profile. It’s gotten me a lot of sex. But I don’t often find a pig who is determined to give me everything back… He’s visiting Michigan on business. The Pig has made a point of staying in a town near me. We have chatted and chatted. Our pervs seem to be in total sync. I have invited Harry from Chicago to fuck him, too. But Harry watches it all…and really does nothing during the encounter. He lies on the bed, stroking as I work the Pig over. I may not mention Harry again. The Pig is naked but for a red jock and white socks. I am in my leathers at his request. He is almost as tall as I am. He certainly has more meat on his bones. And a great pelt of fur covers his chest, legs with only slightly less on his ass. He is maybe 10 years younger than I. “Suck my cock.” He is on his knees instantly. I am standing in front of the sling. The pouch on my stained jock is swollen with my burgeoning cock. The Pig inhales the aroma. I have worn the most highly stained one I own. It hasn’t been rinsed since the last piss party—it’s been sitting in a Ziploc bag for a man like the Pig. He can’t enough of the scent. He inhales deeply. He licks at my balls through the fabric. Finally I get them out of the pouch, so the Pig can suckle on them. My cock sticks out of the side of the pouch. I pull the Pig off my balls and guide him up to the dripping head of my cock. He murmurs something—it might be “Fuck”—as he takes the cock head in his mouth. He is gurgling happily as he swallows it down. He’s a great cock sucker. I let him have his fill. I pull him up. We kiss hungrily. I want to taste myself on his tongue. “Get on the fuckbench.” He does. It spreads his generous ass beautifully. The framing by the red straps of his jock complete the picture. I toss a towel under the bench. And piss a short blast on his ass crack. He grunts in surprise and pleasure. I am right there, kneeling and licking his crack dry. Then he gets wet again with my saliva. I love the taste of my pale piss mixed with the sweat of his ass crack. The Pig looks over his shoulder at me. “Can we move to the sling?” We do. I go back to eating his hole as soon as he’s comfortable. I eat him out until my knees are tired. I stand up and send an arc of piss out of my hard cock that hits his nipples. I direct the stream down his torso until it’s covering his jock. “Yes, Sir. Fuck my hole.” I lean in, giving his chest a quick lick, then my lubed cock is ready for his ass. And his ass is ready for me. I enter him easily. He takes me to the hilt. I fuck him hard—stopping only after I become winded. My cock goes into his mouth—with his perfect clean out. HE savors the taste of himself on my swollen meat. We break. The Gatoraide comes out. “I have piss, Sir. You want it?” I kneel. He pulls a decent sized cock out of his jock and gets it into my mouth just as he starts to piss. He’s prepped for me. It’s hot and wet and diluted. Perfect. I swallow fast. The Pig is just letting it all flow out. And he has a huge load. I begin swallowing faster and faster so as not to spill any on the tarp under the sling. Finally, his piss runs down. I swallow and begin to suck his cock. He hardens, but he abruptly pulls himself out of my mouth and gets back in the sling. I am up his ass instantly. I revel in his silky canal. And how he can milk my cock. I slow my strokes until I am barely pumping into him. I suddenly have a huge bladder full from all his piss coursing through me. I hold, pull out slightly so only about 4 inches of me is still buried in him and let him have it. “Fuck!” he groans out. “Fill my fuck hole with your hot piss.” I try not to give it all to him, but I have a hard time stopping. As it slows, I fuck some deep into his guts. He tells me he can feel it flow deep. I pull out and kneel. I lick around his hole, tasting my piss there. “Do you want it?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He pushes. A blast of my piss comes shooting into my mouth. It’s my turn to gasp. And swallow. Just as the first load is gone, he shoots a second load out of his ass. Most goes into my mouth, but much of it lands in my beard. After I swallow, I get up, lean across him and kiss him. We explore each other’s mouths. He licks the piss out of my beard. I go back to rimming him. He seems to have got the last of it out. I fuck him until I’m on the verge of cumming. I stop right on the edge and enjoy the feeling as it subsides. “Get on the rimseat.” I help him out of the sling and then crawl under the rimseat. He sits gingerly, then takes a hit of poppers. My tongue probes his well fucked butt. Then gravity does its work. There is still a huge load of piss up his hole. It cascades out of him and down my throat. I sputter and swallow. His clean out is still good. I have to swallow repeatedly and then dive into his butt with my tongue as deep as I can go. His mouth is spewing obscenities as he tells me how hot it is for me to drink it straight from his ass. I rim more—his ass going from piss hole to fuck hole. I tap the underside of his legs—the signal for him to get up. “Sling.” It’s all I can muster. The Pig jumps in. I begin to fuck him hard. He takes his cock out of his wet jock and begins beating in time with my thrusts. In no time he shoots a load into all that hair on his chest. I look at Harry. He signals for me to go ahead and shoot. So I give the Pig my cum up his pissed out hole. Enough that it drips out onto the damp tarp. I kneel and clean him up. I stand, shaky and spent, but lean across the Pig for a great, fluid-swapping kiss. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 I met Jerry at a Halloweenparty in Northern Indiana. I watched him fuck a couple of guys. He watched me fuck a lot of guys. We kept smiling at each other. Eventually he pulled me aside and said he’d like to feel my cock up his ass sometime—but he wasn’t about to do it there. (I have linked the two parts of the party above. I called him Will back then--as I didn't have a name yet....) I suggested he just let me eat his ass. He agreed. I remember getting lost in his full, ebony ass—blocking out all the noise from around the bar, the chatter from the guys not having sex and the inane music playing on the sound system. We exchanged numbers. He sent me pictures. I sent some to him. I saw that Jerry fucked my fuck bud Ryan—you can read about that encounter here. We would chat by text or on Adam4 Adam fairly often, but it took almost 18 months before we finally met up one Saturday afternoon… He’s nervous. We talk for almost half an hour in my living room before we go upstairs to the play room. We talk about us. About my little town (and how he had not seen any black people anywhere near this area.) About what I was about to do to him. He strips down and puts in his clothes in the tall bureau in the corner. I use the hook on the back of the door for mine. I glance over. He is as well built as ever—maybe even a little more defined on his chest and arms. Jerry gets right to his knees and starts sucking my cock to hardness. It doesn’t take much work. My cock responds to his mouth and even more to the idea of this hot top about to give up his ass to me. With that thought, I pull out of his mouth and sink to my knees. We kiss briefly before he stands up. I take his long, thin cock deep into my mouth. He bucks against me. It’s the perfect thickness—I can still breathe with it in my throat. “Eat me out like you did at the party.” He jumps right into the sling. I help him get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel down onto the hard wooden floor. I look at the full black globes in front of me. Slowly I pull them apart. My tongue hits home. I hear a whimper from Jerry. “Oh, yeah. Eat me out.” My tongue works deeper. He’s starting to perspire. His ass crack in only moderately hairy—but it’s enough to make the little beads of sweat cling to him—before I lick them away. I spend quite some time on his hole. He’s very tight. My right index finger squirms into him. It looks so white against his dark skin. He is only beginning to open up when I stand. I lube my dick up. I push the head against his hole. Jerry breathes deep. His hole opens a little—just enough to get my flaming red cock head into him. Jerry moans. He reaches for his cock and, though it’s losing its super hardness, he begins to flog it. I can’t move he is so tight. I inch forward. He’s opening. A little more. I am almost there. Jerry groans again, as my pubes mash up against him. “Damn, you are tight.” He just nods and beats his cock. I pull out a little. Then push back in. Then back out a little more. I fuck him slowly and steadily. I am now pulling back most of my length. Jerry gasps out “You feel great.” “So do you,” I tell him. And he shoots. His white spunk is all over his chiseled black abs. One shot has hit right below his left nipple. I know I need to get out of him—and I do. I lean down and lick him clean. He is delighted and chagrined he shot so fast. “Can you take anymore?” Jerry shakes his head. He’s up, and into the shower and out the door. Maybe 30 minutes in the play room—just as long as our pre-fuck discussion. I don’t shoot. But, surprisingly, I feel fine with it. Yeah, he was that hot. Though, that night, I shoot a large load into a devil’s dick I have forming in the freezer. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The rest of my April sexual adventures have been detailed in the posts I wrote daily from CLAW. I know I took quite a few days off after I returned home in order to rest my weary dick. So it was the top of May before I played again. With some time to write today, I opened the file where I keep a list of my encounters (in the order they happened) and other ideas for blog posts. The first entry for May was “Visitor from Texas.” H’mmmmm. Well, it had to happen. I have nothing. I quickly searched through the hook up sites to see if I could find correspondence. It had all been auto erased, it’s been so long. There were no stray photos in any email account either. Often I make notes, but there is nothing else for this entry. I can picture all the other names that are still in limbo on that list. I can conjure up no mental image at all for Texas. Did we just fuck? There are no notes about covering him in piss or working my hand up him, or that he brought a bag of toys. I am pretty sure that it was good encounter, for I always make notes if things go wrong. I hope he’s not a reader of this blog—(though that would likely have been a note I’d have made.) I really hate the time lag I currently have from fucking to writing about it—especially as I had a very busy spring with the two leather conventions and many more people than usual interested in making the trip to the playroom. I hope that I will be all but up to date by the end of summer. I haven’t been able to write a lot, but I have barely been able to play at all, so the list grows shorter… **** A rule I try to live by is that playtime has to equal the round trip drive I make to an encounter. I try to make that true for the men who travel to me as well. I have always preferred a longer session than a 10 minute quickies. Quickies can be great, but not if I’m in the car for two hours to get there. My next May encounter had me driving farther than usual. A top/vers who I had played with years ago in one of Michigan’s larger cities wrote me on BBRT. He and his partner had invited a young leather bottom to fuck all afternoon and evening. Would I like to join them? Well, I liked Dennis. I had never met his partner or the bottom, but it sounded like it would be well worth the trip—with plenty of potential for extended play. They had a sling and a playspace. I, for a change, could leave my equipment at home. I found the house easily. Dennis showed me in, taking my bag of lubes and restraints. It was a house in flux—the partners were doing all the work on this fixer upper. I sat down in the living room, one of the few rooms on the main floor which was finished. Dennis is a tall, patrician man with a year round tan and a big dick. We are contemporaries in age and body type. His partner, Max, is Latin and several heads shorter than the two of us. I guessed his age as a few years younger. He couldn’t take his eyes off the bulge in my 501’s. We chatted awhile. The bottom was nowhere in sight. Eventually he emerged from a back bedroom. Bill was a cute otter, short and with a decidedly sub streak. He was 30-ish; maybe just 40. He curled up on the sofa next to me and began playing with my bulge as we continued the talk about Dennis and Max’s renovation. Soon Bill was on the floor. He unlaced my combat boots. He pulled them off, shoving his face deep into each boot, inhaling deeply. Then my thick wool socks were peeled off. I hoped he’d go for my toes, but instead Max asked me to stand up. While we talked of the dry rot in the dining room, Max and Bill knelt and slowly undid my button fly and my belt. I stepped out of my jeans. Bill began tonguing my jockstrapped bulge. Max moved around, pulled my cheeks apart and stuck his tongue as far up my hole as he could. Bill simply smiled, played idly with his cock that was hidden under crimson running shorts. Eventually he stopped the boys and told them to take me downstairs… The space has two single beds and a sling hanging from the rafters off to the side. I have put Bill in the wrist restraints and fastened them behind him, right at the small of his back. His mouth is ovaled and he is taking me deep. I pull out long strands of thick saliva. Dennis is sitting in chair next to us. “Fuck his throat. Make him take it all.” I buck into his mouth, then hold it until he almost chokes. I pull out and spit in his open mouth. He grunts a sound of surprise and approval. We repeat the action. Then I pull him up and have him kneel on the edge of the bed. I push him forward. He has no arms available to catch himself. His head goes into a nest of pillows. I kneel and stick my face into his hairy crack. He moans into the pillows, then tells me to do anything I want to him. I spend a long time eating his hole out. I ask Dennis if he wants a turn, but he tells me he just wants to watch me work him over. He flogs his still flaccid cock. There is no sign of Max. I rise up and insert. My cock glides into him fast. I grind my pubes into his spread hole. Bill feels terrific. He knows how to squeeze my cock. I hold for a bit, then begin a slow pounding into him. He moans, muffled by all the pillows. I pull out, wanting him to taste his ass on my cock. But I can’t. I am dirty. Really dirty. I undo him, and tell him to go clean up. I make for the bathroom on this level and wash and wash and wash. Max eventually comes downstairs and gives me some head. He is uncomfortable with me rimming him—and even more uncomfortable when I try to fuck him. He says he wants it— but his body is telling me “no.” Max asks to rim me. He is really good. His tongue is all over my ass. I am back to having a good time. Bill arrives. Soon I go back up him. He asks me to pull out almost instantly. He races upstairs. Max and I play for a bit more. Bill tries again—this time in the sling. I get up him and he asks instantly for a break. Dennis is upstairs now, never having managed an erection. Max goes up to join them. The writing on the wall is now in focus: the upstairs bedroom holds more interest than sex. Whatever drug it is makes no difference—it is changing the potential of great play into three minute bursts of sexual energy and incredible lengths of time with me on my own, left watching bad porn. I should have known sooner…. I stick it out for a bit longer, then make an excuse and leave—my playtime severely shortened. Bill and Dennis never even know I take off. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... When I bought my fuckbench last April, and posted a picture of it, I received a very polite email from a gentleman I had never met. He was in the process of drawing up plans for a wooden fuckbench. He didn’t really want to create a website to disseminate the instructions, but thought my blog might be the place. Would I be interested in seeing his work? Well, of course I would. When I opened the attachments, there were meticulous designs for three different benches. The instructions were clear. The illustrations were great and really clarified the construction. They look similar to a sawhorse, with padded top bracing for the stomach and padded leg supports. I agreed to send them to anyone interested in adding a piece of fuck furniture to their playspace—whether it’s a dungeon or the guest bedroom; the attic you have cleaned up for play or that spot behind the furnace that you were never quite sure what to do with… Here is a sample of the instructions: A-FRAME Part Designation: A1 Beam 2x4 1 piece at 9 inches A2 Beam 2x4 1 piece at 20 inches B Legs 2x4 4 pieces at 32 inches C Diagonal Bracing 2x2 4 pieces at 24 inches D Horizontal Brace 2x4 2 pieces at 25 inches J Arm Rest Support 2x4 2 pieces at 14 inches K Arm Rest Bracket 2x4 2 pieces at 20 inches L Hand Grasp 2 pieces of 1 inchdiameter dowel at 10 inches 1. Cut Beam (A). A1 is 9 in. long and A2 is 20 in. long. 2. Cut 4 legs (. Top of leg should be angled at 75o and bottom at 15o, both across the narrow side of the 2x4 board. See Fig 1. Height of bench is determined by the shorter distance between the beveled edges of the leg. For each 1 inch change in bench height add or subtract 1 1/32 inches in leg length. For each leg board, beginning slightly in from one end at a point “a” (Fig. 1), draw a line across the narrow side of the board at a 15o angle to a point “b” on the opposite edge. From point “b” measure along the length of the board the distance calculated to be the bench leg length to a point “c”. From point “c”, draw a line across the narrow side of the board at 75o to a point “d” on the opposite edge. Lines “ab’ and “cd” should be on the same edge of the board and inclined in opposite directions. Cut the boards along these lines..........etc. What I can’t show you are the drawings—Blogger won’t let me either cut and paste them, or upload them since they aren’t photos. Trust me, they are great. To be clear, he is not charging for these. Nor am I. Just send an email to me at felchingpisser@gmail.comand I will be happy to forward them to you. We both believe that there is actually furniture that can make sex better. It’s time to get out your skill saw… More...