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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Lansing—October, 2013 I fucked several men other than Brad at his farewell party which we held at the lounge/bookstore/backroom. One of them found me online after that night. He wanted to come to the playroom, but it was a very long distance for him to travel. I suggested we meet back at the lounge and use the sling there. Once he realized he might get even more cock, Edgar was fine with that idea. I advertised on BBRT that we’d be there on Saturday night. When I walked in around 10pm, there was not nearly as big of a crowd as the previous month—but enough guys were milling around, that it looked like it might be fun. I was there a good hour before Edgar. I waited for him like a good pig—meaning that I waited not at all… I walk through the video area, pass through the darkest play area and go to the cubicles where most of the guys seem to be congregating. The black light makes for odd shadows and odder skin tones. I peer into the first cubicle. A footballer-type is getting blown by an older man. The second cubicle is empty. The third holds a man I know—a health care worker who rarely gets to play due to his awful hours at the hospital. He’s my age, ex-navy and has a dick which is maybe slightly shorter than mine. While I have may him in length, his girth (especially where it swells right in the middle) puts me to shame. I have to take poppers to swallow him properly. I smile at him, sink to my knees and take a hit. He lets me take him all the way down. In no time he is face fucking me. I get his load in just a few minutes of concentrated sucking. I stay hunkered down in the shadows. A friend of his, who I know by sight, unzips. He sticks his slightly above average cock into the remnants of cum still in my mouth. The health care worker, still there, twists his friend’s nipples through his dress shirt. I work his cock fast and hard. Again, I’m rewarded rather quickly. A young college age blond watches and opens his fly. His cock is thick and bent—but bent downward for easy sucking. He trades blow jobs with me, then asks politely if he can give me his load as he has to leave. I let him know that is just fine with me. (In my notes, I wrote I got a fourth load before Edgar arrived. But there are no details of who he was or what he looked like. I just know that when Edgar arrived—I was super horned and ready to fuck.) Edgar and I hug. He’s a full head shorter than I. He’s eager to get fucking. He strips down, tossing his clothes in a chair. Thin and wiry, he hops up into the sling. He rests his legs on the chains. I kneel and begin to lick his rounded ass. He opens up easily with the pressure of my tongue. I tongue fuck him as he beats his cock. I am stroking, too. I spit one last time onto his hole, stand up and enter him. He clamps down, stroking my cock with his talented hole. His ass is hot, wet and hungry. The sound of my fucking brings a few guys over to watch. Two of them seem to be a couple. They hold onto each other, but soon their hands are all over the other. I am plowing at top speed, my balls slapping onto Edgar’s ass cheeks. He asks for a break. I pull out and help him down. The onlookers disperse. The Bottom from the couple goes into the bathroom behind us. I follow him. “Don’t waste that,” I tell him as he starts to piss. I kneel and he’s able to stop the flow and get his dick in my mouth. “I don’t know if I can do this…” But no worries, he suddenly explodes in my mouth—the liquid streaming down my throat. His piss is sweet—lots of soda tonight. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot. Drink my piss, you hot fucker.” I look up at this dark blond man. He’s maybe 35, maybe 40. He’s in great shape, his ass filling out his jeans. Just before his stream dwindles down, the Boyfriend comes in. He raises his eyebrows at seeing his partner pissing in my mouth. I am stroking like mad. Drinking piss always gives me a raging hard on. The Boyfriend looks at my cock and at his partner, and then back to my face. “You gotta fuck my boy.” The piss stops. I nod my head in total agreement. “We’ll be in the dark area. On that wooden block.” “I’ll be there as soon as I piss,” I tell them. I piss and head there, looking for Edgar. He must be busy. I hear fucking as I enter the darkness. I really can’t see them at first. Eventually, as my eyes become accustomed to the lack of light, I see a hot Hispanic plowing the Bottom bent over the cube. The Boyfriend finds me and whispers in my ear. He proves to be very verbal. “You need to fuck him for me. You can take your turn after that guy is done. Fuck him hard. I want to see that cock go into him. Just don’t cum in him. You need to cum on his ass.” He goes on and on. The Hispanic, his shirt open showing off his ripped chest, pulls out. I want to lick him clean—but I don’t think he’s ever had anyone do that. He turns away from me. I eat the fucked ass, before I rise and fuck. I fuck him until it looks like the Hispanic can’t wait to get back in him. I yield to him. He flips the bottom onto his back. The Boyfriend holds the Bottom’s legs. Edgar arrives and watches us fuck. He takes out his cock and strokes. I go over to him. He smiles and tells me he wants to see me up this guy. I go back to the block. This time the Boyfriend is there to tell the Hispanic to let me suck his cock right out of his partner’s hole. As soon as the Hispanic wraps his head around the idea, he lets me do it every time we change up. Edgar eggs me on. I fuck the Bottom on his back. We change up again. And again. “Let’s get back to the sling,” I tell Edgar. I hope the Hispanic will sample his ass, too. We fuck. The crowd has thinned dramatically. There are still a couple of guys watching us, but no one is top enough to join us. When Edgar asks for another break, I go back to the dark area. The Hispanic is still up the same ass. His stamina is every bit as good as mine. He grins when he sees me and makes an elaborate show of offering me his cock fresh from the Bottom’s hole. I savor all those juices off his cock and then tongue fuck the Bottom. “Use your cock, man” the Boyfriend tells me. I stand up and fuck. I notice off to my left the Hispanic is up some other ass. The man is braced against the wall taking that big uncut cock. The Hispanic taps my shoulder. “Take him.” He indicates his current bottom. We switch asses. I slide up the new man. “I know that dick,” he murmurs. He turns, looking at me over his shoulder. It’s Dan, a bottom I hadn’t seen in almost year after PNP became part of his play. He’s sober tonight. And using his ass to milk anyone who will stick a dick up him. A big boned Black man is stroking and wants Dan. I let him take over. Edgar is watching again. His cock is out. He comes over to me. “I need to get out of here. You want my ass one more time?” I nod. We go back to the sling. He strips back down and climbs in. He is so ready. He jerks as I slide into him. I pump in a steady rhythm. He matches me. His cock suddenly spits out cum. His ass clenches with each spurt. I spew my load into him. I empty into him all the cum that four hours of edging has built up. We both leave tired—but very happy. More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—October, 2013 Kurt, the man who can take not just my cock, but my arm up to the elbow, wanted to do something different. He sent me a text asking if we could meet at the bookstore that is fairly near my home. I said I’d be happy to meet there—though reminded him it was not a place where we could do any hand balling. He shot back an answer saying that was fine. He just wanted to be fucked in public and maybe get some other guys involved. We set up a time. We met at lunch hour—hoping to find some men needing quick release before going back to work. I am sitting in the gay theatre, having purchased the combo ticket to get me into the straight theatre, too. I know Kurt is here—I saw his car in the lot—but he’s not in either theatre. I am guessing he’s in the arcade, which is often busier but there is no room to play in the tiny booths. In there, any contact has to all be through the glory holes. I am not in the mood for that. I take a seat along the wall and idly watch the porn. It’s not inspiring. My cock is half hard, at best. The only other occupant of the room is an older man behind me on the couch. I can see him if I turn my head slightly to the left. He is kneading his cock through his pants. Eventually Kurt walks in. He comes right up to me. He’s on his knees, his tall frame folded under himself, to serve me. He is coaxing me to full hardness before I can say hello. With one hand on my balls, he opens his jeans with his other, keeping me in his mouth the entire time. I stroke his shaved head—occasionally holding him in place to bury my dick deeper into him. The action brings the older man up to watch. He stands behind my shoulder and takes out his rather petite cock to stroke. Kurt stands up when the floor gets too hard. I suck his cock for a moment. But that’s not what we are about—it’s all about getting my spit slicked cock up his ass. He moves away and pulls off his shoes, then his jeans. He has a red jock framing his butt. He puts the shoes back on and bends into one of the chairs across the room. I go over. I spit on his pucker. I push right in. There is no resistance. I am all the way home in one stroke. I can’t tell if I’m the first one up his ass today or not. I think I am. I don’t really care. It just feels good to fuck. Kurt remembers to tighten down for the first three minutes, but then he becomes looser with each stroke. The price of those big toys he loves—and not doing Kegels to tighten himself back down. I am soon feeling very little. Kurt, knowing it, pulls off me and stands up. He has a fanny pack around his waist. He digs into it and hands me three metal ball bearings. Each is the size of a billiard ball. He kneels on the seat of the chair. I lube the first ball up and pop it into him. The second goes in and you can hear the click as they meet. I line up the third. This one I push in with my dick. Damn. He’s back to being tight. The balls have sunk lower into his gut, so my cock travels across them as I fuck. It’s hot skin on the top and sides and cool metal underneath. The fuck just went from good to great. I love the contrasting sensations. The older man can’t believe what he’s watching. He moves behind me and reaches down to feel my moving cock. He settles for caressing my balls on the out stroke. Another man walks in. I’ve seen him around but we’ve never played. He’s maybe 40, short and has dark hair that always looks like he’s just come in from wild weather. He comes right over, whips out a nice sized dick and sticks it in Kurt’s mouth. We fuck into Kurt in unison, who is grunting like a good pig. The older man shoots, just missing my boots. The new guy stops himself from cumming by twisting his ball sack. He takes out a fast food napkin, mops up his dick and takes off. I slow and pull out. I make Kurt clean me off—no napkin for me. We agree to go see who else is around. *** Thirty minutes later, we meet up again in the straight theatre. He tells me he’s found nothing of interest. I don’t want to tell him I have two loads in my gut. We are currently the only guys on this side. I’d gotten the other two occupants off—and they’ve left. He strips down again and kneels on this much more comfortable couch. He’s able to rest his head in his hands on the back of it. I lick his ass. I am pretty sure someone else has been up it, but I don’t ask. I fuck him. Kurt is making a lot of noise—considering we are just a cinder block wall away from the front desk. The door buzzes. We freeze. In walks the guy who joined us earlier. He opens his fly and begins jerking. We begin fucking again. I offer him Kurt’s ass. “I just want his mouth.” I turn Kurt so he can take the man’s dick down his throat. I fuck him harder—which shoves Kurt down on his cock. The guy is grunting and muttering under his breath. I think Kurt is finally going to get a load down his throat. “Shit!” The guy is there. He rips his cock out of Kurt’s mouth and spills his seed on the floor. He won’t let Kurt touch his cock again. He leaves. “I need to get to work,” Kurt tells me. I was hoping to get off, but thank him and go over to the gay side. Thirty minutes later, I’ve gotten two more loads down my throat. I check in on the straight side. There’s Kurt, still here, sucking a beautiful young man. Oh, really? H’mm…. I take off for the day. I have no need to stop for lunch… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—October, 2013 It was a busy weekend. Friday night had been the house party I wrote about on my last two posts. Saturday morning I woke up with a raging hard on. My cock knew where I was headed. I was bound for Chicago and the monthly piss party. I picked up Ryan at his home by mid-afternoon. We compared notes about the men we’d fucked and bred the night before. As we drove, we sipped Gatorade, and I heard about a couple of his favorite tricks who he had not yet written up for ‘SpreadingMy Legs.’ I told him about Juan stopping by for his breeding, promising Ryan he’d love the pictures. We arrived with just enough time to spare to find free street parking—no easy job in Chicago. We went in, undressed and the wetness began… I am refilling my empty Gatorade bottle at one of the two big coolers which sit on either end of the bar. I am at the one closest to the video screen—and the back corner. I see a younger guy with a hot, hairy chest, and a neatly trimmed beard sitting on the lone bar stool in the corner. The cub gets up as I approach. He has a nice mound in the white jock that clings to his slightly swollen cock. We say hello and he falls to his knees. I let him suck me for a bit. I’m not getting as hard as I should. I need to piss. I pull out and let him have some in his open mouth. He groans. I let my stream play on his hairy chest. He leans back on his heels, reveling in the warm liquid clinging to all that hair. His hands come up and he massages some into his chest. I aim a little lower. The large cock, sticking out of the mounded pouch, gets drenched. I let it play over his jock. For the next four hours, it will no longer be white. I finish up. He swallows my cock, getting the last of my stream in his mouth. I am now rock hard. My boy of the moment falls into cock sucking mode. He swabs my broad cock head with his rough tongue. It feels great. He has two thirds of me deep in his throat. I hold the back of his head and fuck my cock into him. He takes me to the root. I hold. And then let him pull off. He grins up at me. “Damn that’s good.” I pull him up. I work his hard seven incher the rest of the way out of his wet jock. I kneel and just get my mouth around him before he begins to piss. It’s not a lot, but it whets my appetite for more. I swallow it down, loving the feeling of his cock spewing into my mouth. “Would you fuck me?” he asks as I stand back up. I don’t answer. I just turn him around, so he can lean on the bar stool. I kneel behind him. His ass is as furry as his chest, and rather flat. I pull his cheeks apart and spend long minutes eating his hole. A one point, I stand and am able to give one short blast of piss right onto it. I lick it off, stroking and lubing my cock. I enter him. He takes me easily into his talented ass. He squeezes down as I hold still. Then he orders me to fuck him hard. I do. A regular comes by and starts to piss on the cubs back. The liquid sluices down his spine and covers my cock on each back stroke. I fuck some of the piss into the cub. Another man joins the first pisser and we get even more piss. It’s splashing over us, guttering into his ass crack. “Fuck,” I mutter. Moments like this is exactly why I come here. I fuck the cub until I’m on the edge. Then stop. I taste his piss covered hole. We kiss. We separate and find new partners. *** An hour into the event, I sit on the bench, hidden by a screen from the bar. I don’t know how many guys have sucked my dick. I have sucked a little and drunk less. This party seems to be a good mix of regulars and new people. Maybe 60 people are sucking and pissing. Next to me, a younger guy I have not seen before, who has a cute round butt, is bent over sucking the cock of one of the regular tops. The top reaches across the young man and spreads the sucker’s ass cheeks open with his thick hands. I fall to my knees on the wet floor and begin eating the proffered hole. His ass is sweet, with just the merest hint of soap. From behind me an arc of piss hits the ass crack where my face is buried. I have to slurp it down or drown. Whoever is pissing has a huge bladder full—it goes on and on. The boy is moaning, the top is telling the pisser to feed me and I can barely keep up with the massive flow. I poke some of the piss into the boy with my tongue, but mostly drink it down after it’s flowed over his ass crack. Suddenly, the boy between us spasms—he is shooting all over the floor. All the attention is too much for him. He thanks us and goes to sit at the bar. Across the room I see David. My cock literally jumps. I had met David back at MAL in DC a couple of years ago. He lives there, but still has family in Chicago, so he often comes here for the Jewish holidays. Today he is wearing his Neoprene singlet. His thick, cut cock is jutting out of the hole in front, his bubble butt from the hole in the rear. He is one of the most handsome men I’ve ever fucked—with sharp, strong features, dark curly hair and a short beard. I think back to the time I whored him out atSteamworks. He was a total magnet for cock and cum. I had rarely felched more out of a man. He is working that magic now. He holds onto the bar and lets a Daddy fuck him. David’s head is turned towards me—he knows I’m watching. He smirks at me—then his look changes to one of pure lust as the cock behind him picks up speed. Guys get in the way so I can’t see anymore, but I sit and wait for him. Soon he arrives. He greets me with a kiss and says “You’d better eat my ass before I lose it all.” I hunker down as he turns it towards me. It’s gleaming with fresh cum. I lick him clean, stand up and turn him towards me to kiss. I snowball the load into his mouth. David kisses me hungrily. “Fuck me.” He pulls away and holds onto the screen, arching his back and thrusting that perfect ass towards me. I enter—and fuck him hard. When I stop, he cleans my cock, not wanting to miss any remnants of the other man’s load that are now on my cock. He goes off to get another beer. I know I will be back up that ass before long. I find Ryan and tell him David is here and the he needs to fuck him. *** Another hour of wetness has gone by. David and I are talking behind the screen. Ryan arrives behind David and reaches out, touching David’s wet hole. David arches back, not caring who is admiring his ass. Ryan pushes in. I bend David to suck me. Ryan is fucking him hard, impaling David on my cock with each thrust. Ryan gets that look on his face I’ve come to know—he has to stop or he’ll cum. He stops just in time. I turn David to clean his cock. After he has licked the juice off of him, David stands up. “Oh, yeah,” I venture. “You two should know each other. This is my friend Ryan. Ryan—David. Ryan and I talked about you on the way into town, hoping you might be here.” We continue talking as if the fuck had never interrupted us. *** Another hour has gone by. I am fucking David again. With the remnants of the crowd watching me do it. Most have shot and gone. Ryan arrives. “Take my buddy.” David turns his back to Ryan. Ryan kneels and eats David’s hole. It’s seen a lot of cock since Ryan last saw him. I can only imagine how good it must taste. Ryan must think so, too. He rises up and fucks David incredibly hard. I hold on to David, his arms around my neck. I can feel the battering he’s taking. Ryan slows and saves his load. He ambles away. I turn David so he can support himself on the bench. I enter his used hole. I fuck right where Ryan was moments ago. David tells me how good it feels. “Now piss me.” I slow and hold in place. Then I make tiny thrusts. My piss spurts out going deep into David. I thrust a little more, still spewing the hot liquid. I am fucking it deep into his gut. He is moaning, taking the biggest, hottest load of his night. When I have no more piss to offer, I fuck a little more, but I know I won’t be able to shoot a cum load. David pulls off me, cleans my cock and gives me an incredibly sensuous kiss. He tells me he will likely see me next month and goes to find his clothes. I drink a little more, but know I won’t likely get off after all the hours of play. I don’t want any other ass after that last piss fuck with David. Ryan finds me and we pack up and head home. Soon we are at his house, arms and legs wrapped around each other in his bed. It feels good to have someone I care about in my arms once again. We are asleep in no time at all. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—October, 2013 The house party continues from Part One... After fucking JD, I head upstairs for more water and refill my bottle in the kitchen. I let several men sample my cock—first standing by the snack counter and then on a chair in the living room. I venture into one of the upstairs bedrooms. A daddy is fucking a younger Hispanic man. They are totally alone, which is surprising, as fucking at this party always seems to bring a crowd. I watch, making no move to join. Almost instantly the daddy convulses and shoots his load up the younger man’s hole. It’s the first breeding I’ve witnessed all night. The top pulls out, covers himself and walks to the bathroom. I look at the bottom. He’s on his side, his fingers lightly touching his hole. “Get on all fours.” His eyes grow big, but he does. “Right here.” I tap the edge of the bed. “I want to fuck in that load.” He groans his consent, deep in his throat. But first I felch a little. There’s a lot of cum and it’s not very deep. I eat some. Then push some of the load much deeper with my dick. He whimpers and beats his meat. I taste his hole again, my cock head having pulled a long string of semen out of him. I love the taste and feel of it on my tongue. My cock re-enters him. I jackhammer his ass. Swift, long strokes. And it suddenly goes bad. My cock has opened his second sphincter. I can tell instantly he hasn’t deep cleaned. I bend over and whisper in his ear that he needs to clean up. He heads to one bathroom, and I go wash in the other. I jerk lazily watching the big screen porn—and a blow job happening on the opposite couch. I go back up to the bedroom. Tad, likely the hottest man at the party, is there getting fucked by a series of men. I catch Ryan’s eye. We both jerk as we watch him take one guy, then another. I want to be the third up him. He eyes me and tells me he can’t take that kind of size. “Try it.” “Just go slow, dude.” Tad is on his back, his legs splayed wide. I crawl across the mattress, so I can lick a little at that well used ass. I don’t linger long, I just leave him a little wetter. I get up on my knees between his legs and inch in. “Oh, fuck,” he groans. Another inch. He is jerking like crazy. Another small thrust forward. “You’re gonna make me cum, man.” Another. And I’m home. I don’t move at all. I bat his hand away from his cock. I do a slow pull out and then a slow deliberate glide into him. Tad’s hand goes right back to his generous sized dick and flails over it. “Yes, fuck the cum out of me.” I keep to a slow, steady fuck. “Do it. Fuck. Fuck me…” Tad shoots all over his stomach. I grin and Tad moves around, disconnecting us. He lies there panting. I thank him and go back downstairs. In the dark room, I trade blowjobs with two guys who seem to be a couple. I want to suck some cock. And they want mine. I like it when they both get on their knees and push my dick from one to the other’s mouth with nothing but their tongues. They like it when the heads of both their dicks are in my mouth at the same time. I go back upstairs. Ryan and a stocky daddy are standing in the center of the living room. A new arrival is on his knees, servicing them. He’s late 30’s, thin and tattooed in all the right places. He’s hot. I stand next to Ryan and work his nipples while this new guy blows him. Tad arrives—still rock hard. He plays with the new guy’s ass as the sucker takes me into his mouth for the first time. He’s good and obviously loves what he’s doing. We circle up around the cocksucker. He goes back to the first daddy, switches to Ryan, then me and ends up on Tad’s cock. He goes around the circle of all four of us one more time. The daddy moves off, but the three of us want this new guy’s ass. Tad goes for lube—but I have mine in the waistband of my jock. I pull the boy up and I bend him over the arm of the sofa. I start eating his hole. He is hairy and tight. I rim until Tad comes back. I stand up. I lean in, my hard cock pressing against the length of his ass crack. My mouth is right next to his ear. “You want this bare cock up your ass?” He nods. I kiss him as I reach back and adjust my cock head so it’s against his wet pucker. He resists for a millisecond then I’m in. I stand back up. Ryan and Tad jerk as they watch me fuck. I gesture for Ryan to go next. He fucks him at a much faster tempo. Ryan gives way to Tad, whose foul mouth feeds the heat of the scene. I’m back up him fucking him hard. We all take a second turn. Then a third. Ryan shoots in him this time. He doesn’t make a sound. I can only tell from watching his face. Tad jumps in the moment Ryan pulls out. He fucks him furiously, with loud, hip smacking strokes. He pulls out and shoots all over the newcomer’s back. I clean Tad’s cock then stand up and sink back into the hole. Now I am sure Ryan shot. My cock is pushing through the churned cum. I smear Tad’s load all over his back, massaging it into him with each stroke as I fuck. I know I’m going to add my load, too. But the boy asks for a break. I help him up, hug him and send him off to clean up a little. Guys are leaving—and I can’t find anyone I want to fuck and breed so I can get home. I say goodbye to Ryan, and we set the time I’ll pick him up tomorrow for our trip into Chicago. I make the circuit of the house. And again. This time when I go back to the dark room, I find the chunky Latino, my first fuck of the night, riding a good looking Daddy. The Latino is talking dirty. I watch, stroking, thinking this might be the one to get me off. The daddy catches my eye. “You want that big dick, boy?” he asks the Latino. “He’s so big,” he whines. “You took me before,” I remind him curtly. “I want to see that cock go up your slut hole.” The top stands up, forcing the boy to rise with him. “How do you want him?” he asks me. “Doggy is good.” “Yeah. Clean this cock while he fucks you.” The top flops down on the mattress. I notice he has a hefty PA in his cock. The Latino obediently gets on all four and takes the cock that was just fucking him into his mouth. I don’t bother to rim. My need to fuck is that strong. I slide into the man. His vocal response is muffled by the thick dick in his mouth. I am in in full rut. The need to breed is paramount. “Do you want my cum?” I ask. I am not sure I can pull out if he were to say ‘no.’ I really need to shoot. The boy pulls off the cock. “Shoot it in me. Fill me, daddy.” I push forward one last time and let loose. I shoot spurt after spurt into him. A four hour build up to this moment. I collapse on his back for just a moment. Then work my cock out gingerly. “Sit on me again,” says the Daddy. “I want to feel his load.” I watch for just a moment. I am pleased with the symmetry of the evening—it somehow feels right to breed the first boy who I fucked that night. I thank the host, dress and go out into the crisp night air. What a great Friday night. And the piss party is tomorrow… I smile and start the engine. And Mozart’s Great Mass in C minor fills the car… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—October, 2013 I had been to his house a couple of times over the years for sex parties. (The most memorable one is posted here.) The host is a gentleman who retired early. He hosts parties every six weeks or so until he goes south for the winter. He allows guys to play all over his split level home. There are two bedrooms he has available upstairs. The Master bedroom is the only door which is kept locked. There is a couch in the living room that is covered with a sheet and sits in front of a television playing porn. A day bed is pulled open in what would normally be his dining area. Downstairs in his furnished basement is a bar. Another double bed sits near it where you can see a partition set up. There are two large ovals in it for glory hole action. Past the bar there is another large couch area where porn is projected on the wall. In the darkest corner, past those couches, is another makeshift mattress on the floor and some work out equipment. Condoms and lube are located near every fuck area. Ryan wrote this party up on his blog “Spreading My Legs.” I got there first. The party was already starting to come to life as I arrived. I drive right past his driveway the first time. I come back at it. There is a large, hand painted sign with his house number on it from this direction. It’s perhaps 40 minutes after the start time on the invite. The lawn is already littered with cars. A sign posted on the door says to walk in and strip. I go in and find a corner of the living room. I strip down to a clean jock and my boots, stowing my clothes in my bag. I dig out my poppers and put them in my right sock. The lube goes into the waistband of my jock. Three Magnums go into my left sock for it’s not an exclusively bareback party. I never touch those foil wrapped packages all night. I grab my water bottle and go exploring. Nothing much is happening. A couple of daddies are watching the porn in the living room. Quite a few young men are smoking on a screened in porch off the kitchen. I go downstairs. The glory holes are both busy. A biker looking guy is telling his invisible cock sucker that it’s the best head of his life. I push past the crowd at the bar. I greet the host and wind around the path to the projected porn. More action here. Some stroking. Some cock sucking. I guess there are about 50 guys throughout the house—a number that swells and ebbs throughout the evening. The average age is 40. There are a many above and many below that number. All types, all sizes. The host’s network of men is vast as he’s been doing this for a long time. I hear noise in the back, darkest area. On the makeshift bed is a slightly chunky Latino man. Maybe 35. He’s getting fucked by a 50 year old daddy. Noisily. He’s drawing a crowd—on purpose. We watch the action. Soon guys go from playing with themselves to playing with the cock next to them. Some guys kneel and start giving head. I am fortunate to have an older man who is excellent go down on my dick. He savors my cock as if it’s a rare treat. And my balls, without my asking. He’s the perfect party warm-up. The fuck finishes without either guy getting off. They head to the bar. A stunning young blond arrives. He’s late 20’s, a great gym body and a nice sized cock. Everyone wants him. I watch as a series of guys suck him. Ryan arrives. We all watch or suck. I take a turn on my cock sucker’s cock—a heavily pierced beer can. Tad arrives. He’s shorter than the blond but just as stunning. He has a nicely worked out body, with a closely cropped dark beard on his handsome face. Tad moves right in to the blonde. He sucks him. He loves showing off. Tad finds the lube and rubs some into his hole for all of us to see. Tad backs up on the cock that was just in his mouth. Ryan is jerking like crazy. I bend him forward and start rimming him as he watches his f-bud get fucked. Eventually the guys move the fucking to the bed. They put on a good show. Tad is telling him to breed his ass. The blond fucks him vigorously. He doesn’t shoot. It’s early in the evening. As those two leave, the entire crowd disperses. I sit down on the used mattress. I stroke my wet cock and wait. The chunky Latino is back. “Should I call you Sir or Daddy?” he asks. “Either.” “Well, Sir, a daddy like you should not be stroking his own dick.” “Oh?” “You need a boy to do that.” He sits down on the mattress next to me. “Then get on it, boy.” He crawls over to my side. He wraps his hand around it. “Oh, it’s bigger than I thought. Will you fuck me, Daddy?” “Get your mouth on it.” I guide the back of his head down on my knob. He’s sucking me from the side. He can’t go deep from that angle. I move around so he can get on the floor in front of me. He doesn’t have to be asked or directed. He moves to right where he belongs. He grunts and sucks. Deep and full. Occasionally pulling off my cock to tell me how much he likes it. “Sit on it.” “You’re too big, Daddy.” “I saw that other guy’s dick. You can take mine.” He lubes me up. Not even a mention of latex. He stands and lowers his generous ass to my cock head. The moment he lines it up properly, he sits. I slide all the way in on the first stroke. “YES!” He’s loud again. Guys stream in from other parts of the house. The Latino is bouncing on my cock, keeping up a verbal commentary on my fuck skills. “Stand up.” He gets off me. “Now bend over.” He gets on all fours on the mattress. We are on the side, so we are in profile to the crowd watching. I slap my cock on his upturned butt. I might as well show the onlookers just how big it is. I know it pays to advertise. I slide it home again. In one long stroke. “Shit, yes. Give me that cock. And cum. Are you going to breed me, Daddy?” I slap his ass. “Work for it.” Immediately his ass starts squeezing down on my cock. A man moves behind me from out of the crowd. He reaches around from behind to feel the girth of my cock—and, I guess, to see if I’m fucking raw. The Latino natters on. I slow down. I pull out. I’m pleased that the guy who is behind me turns me around and cleans my cock. I didn’t expect that with this group. I help the Latino up. I whisper in his ear that I’ll find him later if he really wants my cum. I check out the other rooms, idly watching the sex happening all around me. When I get back to the darkest area, I see Tad getting fucked by a new comer. He is young, with a slightly stockier build and thick dick—he looks familiar. Tad is obviously enjoying it. Ryan comes over to me and tells me the new guy is JD, the one he wants me to fuck. I realize I recognize him from the pictures on Ryan’s blog. The guys on the makeshift bed flip. JD gets on all fours. Tad’s big dick slides right up him. Tad pounds JD just as hard as he was being pounded moments ago. Ryan sticks his dick in JD’s mouth. When Tad pulls out, Ryan’s wet cock is in his ass next. I stick mine into JD’s mouth. “Good and wet,” I tell him. Ryan motions me over. I kneel and slowly insert. I am the third guy up him in in his first 15 minutes of the party. I can tell why Ryan can’t get enough of his ass. He’s great—hot and wet, tight and muscled. JD tells me he loves my cock. The crush of guys watching makes the bed slightly claustrophobic. I slow and pull out. “Come here.” There is some sort of exercise machine next to us. I bend him over it. I kneel. I taste his hole. I think about the three cocks that were just in him. My cock drools at the thought. JD is a great self-luber, so I get a mix of him and some precum we’ve left behind all over my tongue. This makes my cock more than ready to plow again. I stand up and enter. The new position makes JD feel me deeper in his guts. He grunts. I fuck with no mercy. I slam into him. My balls slap against him. Ryan watches and holds JD’s shoulders in place. I fuck in long strokes. Almost all the way out. Grinding my pubes into him. “Please. I need a break,” JD tells me. I pull out and hug him, telling him how hot he is and that I’d love to have another crack at his hole. As it works out, I don’t see again the rest of the night…. Continued in my next post… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend, IN—October, 2013 One of my favorite bottom boys, Bryce, was alone for the week. His boyfriend was several states away. Bryce was using his time alone to keep his hole well lubed with random cum. We agreed that I would arrive at his house at noon. Bill, a good, PA-ed, leather top you’ve met here and on the blog “Spreading My Legs,” was going to wake him up and leave Bryce’s hole well worked and flooded. I no longer needed to take my sling, as Bryce had purchased one. I packed the rimseat and was ready for a good (and wet) afternoon. I park in front of the large, expensive house. I grab my bag and the rimseat, and make my way around to the French windows that open into the bedroom. The room is a wreck. The large bed is rumpled from a vigorous fuck. The sling is up. There are tarps and towels under it. They are awash with piss and J-lube. Greased toys lie under it where they have been thrown after ravishing his ass. A cooler sits to the side, filled with iced lemon-lime Gatorade. In the hall just outside the bedroom door, the pillars are adorned with ropes, where Bryce was tied and flogged. The flogger lies on the floor, looking slightly serpentine. There is no one there. Eventually I hear Bill on the phone somewhere far away in the house. Bryce appears from around the corner. He’s looking a little tired after almost three hours of vigorous, hard, occasionally brutal, sex. I can see the red marks on his back from the flogging. There are hand marks on his buttocks. And there is a huge smile on his face. I strip. Bryce is in the sling before I get my cock ring on. I add my boots. I crack open a Gatorade. I walk slowly over to the side of the sling. Bryce’s eyes never leave my cock. I bring my cock to his mouth. “Open up, Boy.” His mouth yawns open. I slap my hardening cock on his lips. Piss splashes out. He swallows hungrily. I let him drink most of it, then let the remainder play over his face and head. Bill appears. He’s naked but for boots and a once white jock. He grins. He strokes as he watches me cram my cock into Bryce’s mouth. He sucks, buts it’s a bad angle. But it’s enough to get me hard. I walk around to his used ass. “I am so full,” Bryce mumbles. “I have a load of cum…” “Two,” Bill interjects. “And I don’t know how many piss loads up there.” I look at the floor—the toys and fists have pulled a lot of that piss out. I hunker down and taste his hole. I don’t linger long. I really want to sink my dripping dick into him. I stand up and push in. The moment I am in and fucking, Bill is fully hard. He brings it up to Bryce’s mouth. Bryce cranes around to suck as much as he can of it. I love the feel of his hole. It is wetter and hotter than usual. I always love that initial fuck—the first time you are in the hole that day. I plow him roughly. I pull out and bring my cock up alongside Bill’s. I push his head onto mine as Bill moves around to fuck him again. Bill slams into him violently. We alternate half a dozen times, always ending our fucks of his ass with our dick back in his mouth. We give his hole a break. I set up the rim seat. Bryce has laid out a tarp. As you sit on the seat, you look at yourself in a full length mirror on his closet door. “Under,” I tell Bryce. He makes himself comfortable. I lower the seat and straddle it. I look at myself for a moment in the mirror, and then sit. Slowly. His tongue is up me. Much too forcefully. “Careful,” I bark out. He backs off. He’s deep but doing it now as I like it. Bill ambles in from another phone call. He sticks his cock into my mouth. It’s the thickest cock I’ve had in weeks. I must be doing something he likes to it, for Bill groans and starts fucking my face, letting my tongue keep up with its swirling motion. I manage to avoid the PA hitting my teeth. I glance into the mirror. It’s a jolt to see me sitting there with a big dick fucking my face. Bill feeds me poppers. Suddenly I am engulfed in sensation. His cock feels twice as big in my mouth. His cock pushes ever deeper down my throat. Bryce’s tongue feels deeper in my ass. The hair on his chin is scraping across my perineum, driving me close to the brink. Then it passes. A phone rings. It’s Bryce’s turn to talk to the boyfriend. We spend the time he’s away with me under the rimseat eating Bill’s hole. Bryce is back. We disengage. I take Bryce to the bed. He kneels, on all fours, right on the edge. I eat his hole. I fuck a few strokes. I eat his hole. Bill fucks him a few strokes. I go back up him. Then Bill. My tongue goes up Bill’s hole again as he fucks. He bends forward, grunting. I poke and prod. I stand, ready to slip it up him as he plows Bryce’s butt. My cock grazes Bill’s ass crack. He shoots with the contact. He shudders and collapses on Bryce, grinding him into the mattress. Bill pulls out. I clean his cock quickly; then settle down for a long felch. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Closer to Detroit—October, 2013 I’m on my way to pick up my Dad and take him to his pace-maker checkup. My travel cup of hot tea has worked its way through me very fast. I am not going to make it to my Dad’s to piss. There’s a rest area ahead. It’s a newer one on the Interstate. It replaced an earlier rest area where my brother had had a huge amount of college sex in the 1970’s. If this new one has any action, I have never run across any. I pull in. I park next to a compact car. A very attractive cinnamon skinned man is sitting in it. He makes immediate eye contact. I smile, but I can’t linger. I really need to piss. I am out of my car and push through the swinging glass doors. This is the exact opposite of the rural rest area where I often hang out. There are two men’s rooms, one on the side where the cars park and one on the side where the truckers park. Between them is a baby changing room which is always locked. There are two women’s restrooms as well, with the custodian’s office between those. His door is always open, and he makes a point of being aware of who is coming into the place. I walk right by the first men’s room and go into the one on the truckers’ side. It is empty. There are five urinals—two pairs that are on walls that make the men stand back to back and one on the wall between them. I choose one that puts my back to the door. I unbutton and haul my cock out. The piss cascades into one of those new waterless urinals. Before the stream even starts to slow, there is movement behind me. Someone else has entered. I glance to my right. I can see the other set of urinals in the mirror over the sinks. It’s the man from the car. I wait a moment. My piss has lessened, but you can still hear some spiraling down the drain. I look over my shoulder. His upper body is turned towards me. He is obviously stroking—the tail of his blue blazer is moving in rhythm with his hand. He smirks at me. The moment my piss stops, my cock hardens. And I go over to the urinal next to him. He is stroking a beautiful uncut cock. It is sticking out of his neatly pressed tan pants. His white shirt is open at the throat; his tie has been left in the car. He grins at me. He bends over and looks hard at my dick. He comes up with a slight whistle under his breath. I look at the fine black hair covering his hand—the hand that is continually skinning his foreskin over the head of his cock. “Do you fuck?” he whispers. I nod. He murmurs “Nice.” His cock is drooling. My cock is spitting pre-cum all over my fingers. I bring them up to my mouth. The man sighs. I think he’s about to get on his knees… The attendant noisily clanks through the door, pushing a mop bucket on wheels. We recover in time, pushing our junk deep into the urinals. The attendant looks at us. He says nothing, but goes right to one of the stalls. We hear him wring out the mop. It hits the floor with a splat. The attendant is obliviously there to stay for a while. I do up my pants. I look at my hot Middle Eastern partner. I nod towards the lobby, hoping he’ll follow me out to into there. I wait, feigning interest in the candy machine. He comes out and immediately goes into the other men’s room. I follow him in. He’s already stroking openly at the nearest urinal. “We can’t stay here,” I whisper. “He’s seen us.” He strokes, showing me the purple head of his cock. I’m uncomfortably stuffed into my jeans. I think for a moment about going for it. “Got a place?” he asks. I’m 70 miles from home. I shake my head. He shrugs. Then I hear the mop bucket, squeaking. If the attendant finds us both in here, we are indeed screwed. I head out to my car, making it out into the lobby before the attendant emerges from the restroom and heads for the other. I sit for a moment behind the wheel, but the man never comes out. I sigh and head on to pick-up my Dad. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... North of home—October, 2013 “I’ll be in your area tonight,” he typed. “Come up and breed me. Like piss up my ass 2.” He didn’t mention that we’d played once before when he was commuting between cities. I recognized the ancient picture in his profile. He didn’t particularly look like the picture back then, I was sure he’d look even less like the handsome man in the picture now. But I had been stood up for an afternoon session. I was horny. “Just a pump and dump is fine,” he wrote, not waiting for me to say yes or no. "OK,” I typed back and we set the time he thought he’d be there and cleaned out. I drove to the hotel, right on time. As arranged, I sent him a text: “You ready?” My phone beeped. “Yessir. 214” “Prop the door open. Ass up.” “Yessir.” I went in… His room is at the far end of the second floor corridor of this more upscale hotel. His door is open. The room is dark. I can see him by the light spilling from the open door of the bathroom. He’s naked and on all fours on the bed. He has a pillow over his head. He is even bigger than he was last time. I walk directly behind him. The mound of ass flesh is pointed right at me. He moans into the mattress as I undo my belt noisily. The boots come off, the pants follow. I unbutton my shirt and toss it onto my jeans on the floor. I lube my cock slightly from the travel bottle I brought. I take a deep hit of my poppers. I kneel and bury my face in his ass. “AHH!” You’d think I hurt him. I spit in his hole. There are asses I can eat for hours. This ass is not one of those; it is just about getting it wet. I lick and spit until the poppers subside and my head goes back to normal. I get up and slap my cock against his ass crack. “You want this big cock?” He mumbles something into the mattress. “What was that?” “Yes, Sir.” I push it in roughly. He gasps. But he’s not tight. I am in with little resistance. I push my swollen cock in until my balls slap against him. I hold and start a slow withdrawal. His ass feels good, but loose. I slap his ass hard. He grunts and his ass canal tightens down on me. I fuck him hard. Until he is loose again. I slap him just as hard on the other cheek. “Damn, Sir. Fuck me with that raw dick.” I don’t say anything. I just keep fucking. “Are you going to shoot in me, Sir?” The pillow has pulled away from his head slightly so he can talk dirty to me. “Will you be shooting a load in my ass?” “Yeah,” I grunt out. “If you’re lucky.” He moans and goes back under the pillow. I pull out. I consider making him taste his ass, but frankly it feels like too much trouble. I reach back and grab my water bottle from where I set it on the television. I take a long swig. My cock tells me I’m ready. I move around and stick my hard cock back up him. “Here. Take my piss.” I will myself to piss. My cock twitches and starts spilling piss deep into his guts. I can feel it go deeper than where my dick is lodged. Soon, it backs up and covers my cock as well. I am still hard—I start fucking in the hot liquid, forcing it deeper. “Oh, my God, you pissed in me…you fucker. You dirty fucker….you are so fucking nasty….” He drones on, half to the room, half to the pillow covering his head. “Tighten up!” I bark. He’s loose again. Really loose. I want that piss deep in him, not all over the bed. He tries. And indeed, his rhythmic squeezing and gravity help get the piss where it needs to stay. I fuck a while. His hole is hotter from my piss. I revel in that. But soon it cools to normal. and he gets lazy and lets himself go slack again. I decide I’ve had enough. I am not particularly close, but I think about Juan from a couple of days ago. My cock swells. I surprise myself. I could cum in a few more strokes. “You want this load in you?” “Oh, Sir, I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t take loads. But give it to me. I want to feel you cum in me…” His rambling monologue helps. I’m right there. “Take it!” I spurt. Heavily is my guess. It’s been two days. I stay in him a moment. I pull out. A thin trail of white cum follows. I push it back in with my right forefinger. I dress quickly. He starts to take the pillow off his head, but then thinks better of it. His hand snakes back to his rather slack hole. He fingers himself, pulling out some of my piss flavored seed and brings it to his mouth. I finish with my boots. I slap his ass, affectionately and walk out the door. More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The Playroom—September, 2013 Juan has appeared in these posts frequently. We have played at sex parties in Chicago. He also loves to go to the bathhouse with me where we go our separate ways—but will find me once he’s been loaded so he can sit on my face. I have joined Juan and his boyfriend at the gay campground in Michigan. Juan went with me to Cum-Union on my first visit. He has also dropped by the playroom—as I live halfway between where he lives in Chicago and a yearly business meeting Juan attends in Cleveland. (Hit Juan in the label cloud.) At the end of September, Juan asked if he could break up his trip between the two cities with trying out the new fuck bench… Juan is upstairs undressing. I grab the water I came downstairs for and head right back up. And there he is—spread and ready. I kneel behind him. My tongue goes right into his hole. Juan moans and tells me to eat him out. He tells me how good my beard feels on his hole. He tells me to fuck him hard. He groans again. My cock is hard. It’s not just that I have my tongue in him, my mind keeps playing over things we’ve done in the past. I think about him sitting on my face—unleashing a ******* of semen he’d collected from the men in the bathhouse. I think about watching a married guy load him with his frozen loads—loads he had me push in with my dick since the married man would never cheat on his wife. I think about watching Juan bend over a picnic table and take on any man who came along—all for my felching pleasure. I stand up. My cock is perfectly aligned with his wet hole. The head disappears with just the tiniest push forward. It’s my turn to groan as he squeezes down on me. I press more. I sink all the way in. Juan huffs some poppers. I pull slightly out and snap a picture. I put the camera down and begin a fuck that goes from slow to rocking the fuck bench. Juan is clamping down on my cock on every other stroke. I slow down and slowly pull out. And some cum comes with it. It’s not mine. “You had a load…?” “I stopped in Indiana on the way here, in Gary. This older Black guy fucked one into me in no time.” “Fuck!” I kneel and taste the donation made by some daddy I’ll never know. It’s thick and sweet. My tongue goes into him farther, scooping out the load I’ve started to pull out. I spit some on the outside of his hole, and push it back in with my cock. It’s my turn to groan. I fuck, my balls slapping against him. “Wanna taste his load?” I bring my cum-covered cock up to his mouth. Juan cleans it eagerly. “Sling time,” I tell him. I want to watch his face as I fuck. Juan hops in the sling all by himself. I go back downstairs and arrive with a tub from the freezer. “I have three loads for you myself,” I tell him. “It’s all I’ve had time to jerk out since you told me you were coming this way.” Juan smiles and I hand him the condom I’ve collected them in. I push it into him with my finger just past the sphincter. Then my cock takes it deep into his gut. I love the cool of the melting cum. I can feel it go from solid to liquid and coat my cock. It makes Juan’s hole even smoother and wetter. We both love it. “You want to eat some?” I nod. And get under the rimseat. Juan sits slowly. I love looking up past the hairy legs up to that perfect ass. He fills the seat, his hole is pressed right on my mouth. The seat spreads his hole for even easier access. I worm in. I am rewarded instantly with a drop of the mixed loads on my tongue. I grunt and swallow. I probe deeper. There’s a little more there. Juan grunts and opens. I have a steady drip of cum into my mouth. Juan stands up. I wasn’t done. I wanted more. Before I can say anything, he sits on my cock. I’m still under the seat and can’t see him that well, but I can feel his silky ass clamp down on my dick. He rides me, driving himself down onto my thick shaft. “Here,” Juan says as he gets up. “You should get some more now.” He settles back down on the rimseat. He’s right. My flared cock head has pulled more cum within my tongue’s reach. I get several drops instantly. And then another mini flood. It’s too much. I tap Juan’s thighs—the signal for him to get up. “Bench!” is all I can get out. He hops on as I struggle up. I make it. Just. I get my cock into his ass before I explode. I pump the fifth load into him. I fall onto his back, spent and happy. ****** Several hours later I got a text after Juan arrived at his destination. “Found a hot guy who loved fucking in the remnants of all those loads. Thanks.” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—September, 2013 I was back at the bookstore which is closest to my home. I had bought the combo pass, so I could go back and forth between the gay and straight theatre. I am on my knees in the back corner of the straight theatre. I wipe a fleck of cum out of my mustache and onto my tongue. The man who just came in my mouth is all business—wiping his cock down, doing up his belt, and hurrying out of the theatre before some other man might come in and figure out that he let me blow him. I rock back on my heels and just stay in the corner. It’s the third load I’ve swallowed tonight. I can’t find a single man to attend to my cock. The few men here have all been eager to unload in me. I close my eyes and lean against the black cinder block wall. It’s cool and rough. I’m alone in the theatre, but for the squeals on the movie. Eventually I move to the low couch. The faux leather feels more comfortable than the floor. I sit on the side where the springs have not been sprung by the overweight porn watchers. I watch the flick. It’s one of those fuck-my-wife-as-I-watch videos. I don’t bother to stroke. I’m pretty sure I’m not getting off tonight. The door buzzes. The most stunning twenty-something walks in. He is not tall, maybe 5’7”. He has longish, dark hair which curls slightly. A Roman sculptor would ask him to model. He’s dressed in a white, white shirt and khaki’s which hug his bubble butted ass. He sprawls in one of the chairs against the side wall. He watches the movie intently. I open my fly. My cock is at full erection. I stroke. He glances at me, stands up and says “Do you care if I get comfortable?” “No.” He kicks off his penny loafers. The white shirt is off first and hung on the back on a neighboring chair. The khakis come down and are carefully folded. He is wearing a cross between a thong and a wrestling singlet. It’s cut in back to go up his crack, showing off his magnificent ass. The electric blue spandex goes up to thin straps on his shoulders. Most of his back is bare. He turns and sits. His chest, seen through the fabric, is as sculpted as his aquiline nose. But there is next to no bulge where it counts. His hand goes to his crotch. He begins kneading himself through the fabric. There is no evidence this is having any effect. That’s not true in my lap—my cock is painfully hard and dripping. I stroke it, showing it off. The young man gets up. He pulls the chair away from the wall. He leans against the back of it, thrusting his ass towards me. He begins doing deep plies. But his plies end with a slight hip thrust. I watch and stroke. Finally: “Can I help?” I walk over to him, my cock jutting out obscenely. “Yeah,” he says. “I have a show tonight. Stripping at the gay bar.” I nod. “What do you need?” I am pretty sure I know the answer to that as his ass points right at my erect cock. “Spank me.” I pause. The remove my pre-cum soaked hand from my cock and whack his right ass cheek. “Harder.” He bends over the chair, thrusting his ass back. I back hand his left cheek. “Oh, yeah. Like that.” I hit him again. Alternating right and left. A red glow is developing on his bare, hairless ass. He swings the chair around and kneels in it, presenting me a better target. I spank him. As hard as I can—with him coaxing me on. I spit on his right cheek and slam my palm into him. The spit helps change the sound of it all. And he loves it. I spit on his left and paddle that side. I pause. Nothing ventured…and all that. I kneel. My tongue connects with the thin fabric covering his ass hole. “Ohhhh…” he groans. I try to work my tongue around the strap. He wiggles away. “Hit me again.” I stand. Right. Left. Right. He gets up off the chair. “Thanks.” He turns. He has a beautiful bulge under the spandex. “Ready for work,” he tells me. “This helps with the tips.” He reaches down and ties a piece of rawhide lace around his cock and balls. Tight. To keep the blood in place. “I’m straight,” he continues, grabbing his khakis and putting them on. “Well, Bi.” The shirt goes on next. As he sits down to slip into the loafers, he is eye level with my cock. He looks at it for a long moment. “Damn. I think I’m about a month away from going gay.” I wait. But his paycheck calls. He starts for the door. “Catch our show,” he says, over his shoulder. “And thanks again.” Once again I’m alone in the darkness. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—September, 2013 Once again I was lucky enough to attend the piss party in Chicago. I was one of the first in the back bar. I stripped down, added my yellow jock and put my second best boots back on. I checked my bag, and I needed to piss—NOW! No one is quite ready to play. There are no pigs on their knees in the dark corners by the video screen. Everyone is still changing. I fill my water bottle back up from the huge cooler on the bar. Wait a minute. There is a man in the inflatable pool. He is wearing a white cloth jock and flip-flops. He lies down, disappearing from view. By the time I get to him, he has his cock out of his jock and is pissing a long stream straight up into his own mouth. I watch, until his stream is no longer powerful enough to reach his lips. I move around so I’m right behind his head. I piss directly into his open mouth. In a flash he is gulping and stroking his cock furiously. I direct some of my piss stream down to his hardening dick. His erection grows into a nice fistful. I bring my stream down across his chest and concentrate the rest back into his mouth. As I finish, he thanks me. Two others have arrived to hose him down. I take a slug of my water and go find a cocksucker. I move around behind the partitions. I sit on the ledge and watch the video, stroking my dick into hardness. In no time I have a man pissing on my cock then sucking it off. Then another man pisses on the sucker as he continues sucking my cock. The sucker switches to the new pisser, getting the last few drops in his mouth. I now have a new sucker taking me to the root. He kneels in front of me... ***** I am in the back corner. I am on my knees. A Cub is feeding me piss. I am gurgling and swallowing happily. When he finishes, I start sucking his cock in earnest. A bear of a man is watching us. He starts pissing on the Cub’s cock as I suck it. I re-double my efforts. When the Bear finishes pissing, I stand up. I kiss the Cub, feeding him the remainder of the Bear’s piss which I’ve kept in my mouth. We kiss, clinging to each other, damp and hot. We pull the Bear into a three way kiss—tongues jousting for dominance. The Bear sinks to the floor. He takes both our dicks in his mouth. We push our cock heads together. I start to piss. It shoots out over the Cub’s flared cock head and is swallowed by the Bear. When I run out, it’s the Bear’s turn to stand and bring some of my piss up to our two mouths. We kiss and suck. Spit and swab. Tongues switching mouths. Kissing and swapping fluids. ***** It’s the last hour of the party. I fill my water bottle again. I realize, that not only have I not fucked anyone, I have not seen anyone fuck during this entire party. It’s odd. But I don’t really care since I am having so much fun. ***** I have found a young man in a rubber jock. He is hot and new to this group. He has never been anywhere where you can piss so openly. We are swapping piss, allowing others to splash us as we play. We suck each other’s cocks. I turn him around. He grabs the ledge. My face is in his furry ass crack. I lick the wet, matted hair, digging into his tight pucker. He groans. I pull his full cheeks apart. I spit right on his hole. I force my tongue into him. He groans louder. From somewhere to my right, a stream of piss is aimed right at the top of his ass crack. I keep tonguing his hole, and swallowing most of the waterfall of piss. Some I push up his ass. He’s whimpering. Calling me a “His dirty piss Daddy.” Another stream of piss starts from the other side. I can’t swallow fast enough. I gag a little, but won’t back off. The first stream plays out. I spit a huge mouthful of piss over the boy’s back. I can feel him spasm under me. He’s gotten himself off. I turn him around gently and clean his cock. I stand. We kiss. My hard cock pokes into his six-pack. I want him to get me off. But he’s done. I go off on the prowl. ***** A trio of men are at the back corner. One is showering the other two. I join them. I can piss once more. The third guy kneels next to the others as soon as he realizes I’m about to piss. I do. I let it play from man to man—feeding each pig some of the pale stream. When it stops, I fist my tired cock. I jerk. I have a tongue on my balls and another trying to lick my shaft. I shoot. It’s like feeding baby birds. I have three mouths wide open and grunting for cum. I try to give a little to each of them. My hand is pulled away from my dick. Tongues are everywhere. They clean me up. There is not a drop of cum anywhere when they are done. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom---September, 2013 Kurt had been after me to get back to the playroom. The last time we’d met, I’d worked his big toys up his hole, and a good portion of my forearm. Now that the house was my own again, we set a date. I got a text the first thing in the morning, while I was still lying in bed, wondering if I really wanted to get up. When I saw it was from Kurt, I was sure he was cancelling. But no—it read: “Save all your piss for me in a bottle.” I smiled and went to find an old 1/3 gallon Thermos… Kurt is on his knees. He is tall and hairy with a shaved head. I am finishing up spraying a load of piss straight into his mouth. He has swallowed it all. All, but the quick spurt I shot on his hard cock. “So this is it.” I nod. He is getting up on the new fuckbench. He settles in on the padded leg rests. His hairy ass is sticking up, waiting for me. He expects me to rim him. Instead, I simply stick my dripping cock into his ass. “Fuck!” He huffs poppers as I ride his ass, letting my balls slap loudly on his butt. I slow down when I feel like I can piss again. I pull out, give one short burst of piss on his freshly fucked hole and plow right back in. His hole is gaping. I stop and reach for the egg-headed dildo I like to use to double fuck. I grease it lightly, and work it up him. Then, pressing the base down, I slide my cock right along the top side of the toy. “Fucker!” he grunts out, his nose still in the bottle. Now he’s back to the tightness I like. We fuck like this for a long time. “I want to eat your ass.” It’s my turn on the fuckbench. I love how it supports my chest. Kurt kneels on the padded floor and sticks his tongue into me as deeply as he can. He spits and dives in again. Break time. I find the can of Crisco in the refrigerator with his name on it. He gets back on the bench. I spend the next hour working his monster toys up his ass. The smallest is as big as my foot. The largest is over 18 inches. It takes both of my hands to get that one in place. It’s time for my hands up his ass. I work them in. Two fingers, three fingers. Alternating hands. Now four. Slipping ever deeper into his Crisco-ed hole. I’m in. My right hand has popped in to the wrist. I begin the slow crawl up his ass. I move slowly deeper and deeper. Kurt huffs more poppers. I look down. I am almost there. Another inch. Another. I check again. I’m there. My elbow is right at the lips of his ass. I tell him. “Damn,” is all he says. I pull ever so slowly out of his ass. I add the stainless ball bearings, pushing them in with my Crisco covered fingers. I get three balls up him. I add my dick. I love the feel of the cold steel—with my cock sliding over them. I try to piss while I’m in his hole—but I can’t quite get there. I fuck again, listening to the “click” of the balls deep in his gut. I pull out. Kurt works to shoot the balls out of his ass. He gets two of them out. Then stands up and lets gravity help with the third. Kurt has to clean up and go to work. He asks if he can get off. “Wait until you’re in the tub,” I tell him. He begins jerking the moment he kneels in the shower. I disappear to the kitchen, bringing back the large thermos of piss. “Here,” I tell him. “I have pissed in this all morning.” “Oh, yeah…” he moans. Kurt’s hand is moving rapidly over his cock. I have almost filled the 1/3 of gallon Thermos over the morning. “Open your mouth.” “Yes, Sir!” He does. I tilt the Thermos. The tepid piss spills out onto his tongue. He swallows some. But a lot of it coats the hairy on his chest and the cock he is jerking. I tilt it again. More splashes over him. He swallows and strokes. Finally I turn the remainder of it over his head. Kurt gasps. And shoots. I leave the bathroom and let him wallow in the piss and his cum… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—September, 2013 In a comment to my last post, fellow blogger, Upton King of Wonderland Burlesque wrote: “Wow…Epic night. But then, where you’re concerned, they’re all epic, huh?” Well…No. But his comment made me think a little about the sex I record here. I have skipped over very little that has happened to me sexually since I started writing this blog. I have covered the Good, the Bad, the Spectacular and the Dirty. Some entries are a combination of several of those. The few sexual things I skipped over in the last year were two different trips to a bookstore where nothing happened but me jerking off to porn. I don’t think my readers care about me wanking to an empty and/or non-interested room—and, gasp, one time it was to condomed porn, since that’s what is often shown there. I do have a tendency to choose something to pursue that I will likely find exciting. If I have an offer for a regular fuck and the offer of a small group, I’ll take the group. If it’s two asses on offer, I know I’ll choose the kinkier guy. If it’s a blow job or fucking, most of my readers know where I will be going. I also know I have a true talent for getting things started in a public place. I have always enjoyed being the first one out of my clothes at a motel party, or the first cock out at a bookstore. I don’t walk around a bathhouse with a towel so tightly wound around me you can’t see if I have a dick—no, I wear a jock that accentuates my meat and frames my flat ass for all to see—and the towel is tossed over my shoulder. I also play with a lot of guys I know—so I know I will have a good time. I like to think my regulars are guys who like to keep pushing limits, just as I often do. But there are days—as there are for all of us—where nothing works. The online sites are silent. Or I’m too far away from anyone. Such was the case in early September. I was sitting in the tiny rest area on a state road here in West Michigan. I arrived at noon, usually a good time to find guys on their lunch hour. One car is in the lot. An elderly couple is hobbling toward the pair of pit toilets. I park at the far end of the lot. I have a clear field of vision for the door of the men’s room. The door’s hinges have pulled out of the frame. You have to lift the knob to get it to close properly. I pull out my book and read. The couple leaves. Silence, but for the wind in the hickory trees. I go back to my book. A car at the far end. A lone man. I watch as he scrambles out of his compact car and all but runs for the men’s room. But he takes the time to slam the door of the toilet. You can hear the lock slide shut. He’s gone in minutes. A tractor starts up in the neighboring field. The sound of his engine mixes with the Handel I have on the radio. A truck arrives, taking up four parking spaces. The driver gets out, stretches and walks slowly toward the toilets. He looks right at me. I return his gaze. He’s nothing special, but in today’s wilderness, I know I’d play with him. When he gets to the door, he bangs it shut twice before he can get it to latch. The sky darkens. I think we might get some rain. Another car. A family of four comes and goes. Rain spatters on my windshield. Just a few random drops, all big and fat. Not a downpour—just enough to make me put up the window for a moment. Back to my book. I eat the sandwich I had packed. A car parks quite close to me. A thirty–something blond man looks over at me. He gets out. He’s a cub, in cut-offs and a tee. He looks once more at me and goes in to piss, leaving the door ajar. I wait a moment. I get out and start towards the toilet. He is out before I’m halfway there. He stops, looks at me, and goes behind the building. I follow, my cock hardening. He’s there. Standing on the edge of the cement foundation. His cock is out. What there is of it. “Suck me off.” I hesitate. I so needed it to go the other way today. I kneel. I swirl my tongue around his tiny cockhead twice and he erupts in my mouth. He grunts and bucks into my face and then whips it out of my mouth and shoves it back into his shorts. All told, maybe a minute and a half. No other men. No other cars. Epic? Not quite… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Lansing—September, 2103 This was my evening of the same day as the last post. My fuck buddy Brad was moving back to his home state of Alabama. He has appeared a couple of times in this blog—most notably in PackAttack and as my travel companion to last year’s New Year’s Eve party in Chicago. We agreed we wanted to fuck one more time. And as we both really love group play, we decided to meet at the bookstore/lounge in Lansing. Brad had seeded my ex-military guy there. Now he wanted to go and be seeded himself. This was my first trip back since the owner had expanded the playspace. The television lounge was still there with the rarely used fuckbench between the screens. Behind the seats, a large cubicle with several gloryholes cut into its walls, was in the same position, but the sling in the back corner was was gone. A wall had been opened up behind the cubicle. The first room was dark. Really dark. There was wooden cube in the middle of the room, just high enough for a man to grab onto as he was fucked. This opened up into a large warehouse space where there was more light, but still nice and shadowy. A slurp ramp dominated the room. There were several alcoves where men could retire for some slight privacy. At the far end, the sling had been re-hung. There was also a bathroom behind the sling. Brad (tall, thin and hung) and I arrived at the same time. We paid our admission and went our separate ways as soon as we were in the warehouse area. He went behind the slurp ramp. I was soon in one of the alcoves where two hungry cock suckers shared my cock… I am now good and rampant. I go to find Brad. He’s watching a guy get blown. I pull him toward the sling. “Let’s show off a little,” I tell him. He gets out of his jeans and folds them up to be a pillow in the webbed sling. Once he’s in, I kneel on the cold concrete and start licking his hairy crack. We start collecting onlookers as Brad begins to moan. I stand up, lube my cock and find his slick hole. I’m in. A hand comes out of the group of four or five men watching us and tries to grab my cock. “It’s raw,” I tell him. “Fuck him good,” the guy tells me. I pick up the pace of my thrusts. My hips slap his upturned ass—with the sound filling the warehouse. One guy in the group, who’s about my age, though with a lot more meat on his bones, is openly stroking. I ask if he want to take a turn up Brad’s hole. He nods. I pull out. I bend and spit on the man’s cock. He pushes right into Brad’s tight hole. Roughly. He fucks Brad at a terrific pace. I feel a hand on my cock. A really good looking man, about 15 years younger than me is fondling me. “You must be the guy the owner told me about,” he whispers in my ear. “Jeez. It’s bigger than he said.” I shrug. He tugs me away from the sling. He leans against the slurp ramp’s back wall. “I used to live here, but live out west now.” He’s pulling his pants down as he talks. “Fuck me.” He turns, arching his back, holding onto the wall for support. It’s a bubble butt that could be in porn. I kneel and run my tongue up and down his hairless crack. Soon, I’m digging it into his hole. “Damn, you know how to eat butt. Give me your cock.” I stand up and push in. Oh, fuck. Beautiful and talented. I have to grab my balls and twist them to slow me down. I hesitate for a long moment, and then I begin a steady rock into him. I pick up the tempo. His head starts hitting the thin paneling of the wall. It makes a thumping sound every time I drive home. He doesn’t care. In fact, I think he gets off on it. I look over at the sling. Brad has moved on to a young Hispanic top. The older man, who was fucking Brad, is walking toward us. I let him up my young out of towner—who barely glances back to see who is fucking him now. He just wants cock. Any big cock. “Hey, Mister.” The voice comes out of the shadows. I can’t see who it is. I move towards him. “You been fucking that ass bare? I bet you’re thirsty.” Now I know who it is. He’s a local young man who I only managed to play with once due to a controlling boyfriend. He’s a big piss pig. We hug. He pushes me down to my knees. He starts pissing almost before I get it in my mouth. “I tanked up the moment I saw your ad,” he tells me as his piss gushes down my throat. I swallow. It’s sweet, but I have no time to savor it, I just keep swallowing. The moment he is done, he pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply. Then he disappears into the crowd of men now ringing the sling. I go back up Brad. I fuck with a nice steady rhythm. I watch the wiry Hispanic fuck the out of towner still in the dark behind the slurp ramp. I fuck Brad until he asks for a break. I go back to the out of towner, but he needs a break, too. I let a friend of Brad’s suck my dick through the gloryhole. Soon, I fuck both men again, starting with the out of towner. Then two new ones. The first is a fit guy, about my age, who topped my ex-military bud the last time I was here. Tonight, he’s all bottom and he’s great. A nasty talker. The other is a 40-ish bottom who likes to clean the cock of whom ever pulls out of Nasty Talker before the top goes into him. They know each other, and work as a team all night. I really get off watching them. I just make sure I kiss the bottom after each cleaning. “Drink time, Daddy. On your knees.” It’s the piss boy. We don’t even make a gesture of taking it into a dark corner this time. I just fall to my knees and drink him down. This time, with the stream is not so urgent, I can really savor his piss. And he fills up my bladder. He pulls out, and starts to leave. It’s my turn to catch him by the shoulder. I pull him toward me. We kiss. My hands push him down. He takes my dick into his mouth, just sucking my dick. I concentrate and the piss pours out of my hard cock. He gasps and guzzles me down. A Black top is currently savaging Brad’s hole. When he pulls out, I eat Brad’s ass. The man didn’t cum, but he was a big pre-cummer. I stay on my knees until I’ve eaten every drop. It makes me piston fuck Brad. Eventually, the Hispanic and I line the four bottoms up, all holding on to a chair or the wall or their own knees. We fuck them right down the line. He starts at one end and I the other. We watch each other. We match each other thrust for thrust. We pull out at the same time, as if someone told us to do it. We each move in, so we are now next to each other. Stray fingers from the group of watchers are on our nipples. We are both getting off on being an exhibitionist. Then we turn to each other and kiss. Still in our second hole. It’s good enough to make us stop fucking. For a moment. Then we switch places. My cock slides into the ass he’s just left. It’s incredibly wet. We both grin at each other. We change into the last man. We’ve both had all four bottoms in quick succession. The out of towner has a cock in his mouth as well as my dick. I have to work not to blow up him right there. I let any number of guys suck my dick. No one seems concerned it’s been up four asses in a row. Brad finds me. His slightly nerdy friend wants me to fuck him. I look over to where Brad gestures. It’s the same guy who sucked me at the gloryhole earlier. I find him, bend him over rather roughly and fuck him. There is little artistry now. I’m in rut. I can see Brad get back in the sling. The first tall, but thicker guy is back up him. From across the room I see the top jerk and spasm as he shoots up Brad’s hole. I get over there as fast as I can—just as the top is pulling out. He lets me clean his cock. Just. He’s almost in pain it’s so intense. I go for what’s in the ass. Damn, he shot deep—I can get just the smallest taste of it. I stick my drooling cock in his puffy hole. My flared head pulls a large white drip out. I catch it with my hand and taste it. Oh, shit. Suddenly, I’m pounding. I shoot up Brad. Long and hard. I stay in place as he jerks off. I love how his ass clamps down on my slowly softening cock as he shoots. What a nice way to say good-bye… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Kalamazoo—September, 2013 I was double booked. I had accepted an invite to a sex party in the afternoon that I was sure would be cancelled. For the evening, I had posted an ad on BBRT for others to come to the Lansing bookstore/sex club to help send off a fuckbud of mine who was moving out of state. He wanted to leave with a full ass. I wanted to be a good friend and help him with that. Well, amazingly enough both were a go. I took off for Kalamazoo first. I found the house easily—a small bungalow likely built in the 1940’s. I was the last to arrive. It was hosted by Willie, the man who had posed as my boy for the photo series I called “On the Tracks.” (You can find all those pictures by hitting the button labeled just that in the “labels” cloud over to the right.) Willie let me in. He was naked except for a cloth jock and athletic socks. Willie is in his mid-forties and hairy. He loves to invite guys over to have bareback sex. He’ll suck some cock, but usually does not get fucked or top. On the couch were three guys. The first was a chunky Black man I’d had in my playroom to seed other boys. Like all the men but me, he’s in his mid-forties. He has a terrific smile and a sizable cock. Sitting next to him was an otter in a leather harness. His cock was buried in the bottom’s mouth. The third man was a guy I’d played with a couple of times, always as a bottom though I knew he was the top in his relationship. He had a leather harness on, too. His red jock was pulled to the side, and he was stroking his cock as he chewed on the Otter’s closest nipple. The bottom of the day was on all fours on the ottoman in front of them. He pulled off the Otter and started sucking Red Jock as I started shedding clothes in the corner. “How do you like our bottom?” whispered Willie. “He’s married, but takes loads. He wants you all to fuck him.” I looked at the lanky farm boy on the ottoman. He was long, lean with a perky butt framed by a white jock. From what I could tell, since his face was still buried in Red Jock’s crotch, he had craggy good looks and nicely ripped arms. It would be a pleasure to fuck and seed him… Once stripped to my jock and boots, I fall to my knees behind the bottom. My tongue goes right up his hairy ass. His mouth is back on the Black guy. Red Jock is sucking the Otter while Willie has squirmed around on the floor and is eating Red Jock’s butt. I sink my tongue as deep as I can into Farm Boy. He moans around the Black dick in his mouth. I lick and spit as much spittle as I can get in his ass. I get up and slap my cock on his butt. Farm boy reaches back to feel the size of my cock. Willie is up and jacking now. “He’s the big one I told you about.” The Otter struggles up to look at my dick. “Damn,” he hisses. It makes him turn Farm Boy around and enter his butt. Otter’s average sized cock slides right in with the trail of spit I’ve left in Farm Boy’s ass. Red Jock has me sit next to him. He grovels on the floor between my legs and gags on my cock. He loves to gag. The sound only makes my cock get bigger. I watch the fuck happening in front of me. Farm Boy is in some other space as he huffs poppers and takes Otter’s cock. Willie is sucking the Black cock. Red Jock pulls off my cock and climbs up next to me. I finger his hole. “Later,” he whispers in my ear. “After I’ve fucked him.” He gestures to the ottoman. I simply slide down, pull Red Jock’s legs in the air and begin eating his ass. I push my tongue into his butt in tempo with the fucking happening behind me. “Next.” Otter has pulled out. I let down Red Jock’s legs. He scrambles around and enters the fucked hole. Otter moves around to suck the Black cock. Willie gobbles down mine. Which is great—I get to watch Red Jock fuck the Farm Boy. He’s kept him on all fours. He pummels his ass at several speeds, occasionally pulling out and spitting on his cock before he drives it back in. I’m up next. “Take it, boy,” I grunt. “Take your third dick.” This makes him moan into his poppers. I fuck hard. But I’m afraid I go too deep. I’ sure I’m through his second ring. I pull out. The Black guy is up him before I can say anything about the shit on my cock. I go to wash in the kitchen. When I get back, the Black guy is just pulling out. He freaks at the amount of shit on his cock. Willie gets the Farm Boy up to the shower. The Black guy washes, but is totally out of the moment now. He dresses and leaves without getting off. While the bathroom is occupied, Otter says he has to piss. He asks Willie if there is another bathroom. Willie points to me. I hunker down and take the Otter’s piss down my throat. He’s been drinking something incredibly sweet. He simply opens the tap and gushes at full speed into my mouth. “Fuck,” he chuckles, “this is so hot. Drink my piss, man.” I swallow. And swallow faster and faster. Willie is right there, jerking his cock. I think he’d like some of it, but with his living room carpet at stake, I can’t pull off and offer him some. Finally the Otter runs dry. I do a last swallow. As I do, his semi-soft cock erects. I suck him down. “Fuck,” he says again. We all exchange blow jobs as we wait for Farm Boy. He comes back, claiming he should be fine now. The Otter goes back up him once Farm boy is back on all fours on the ottoman. He fucks hard and fast. “I’m gonna shoot.” “On my face,” pleads the Farm Boy. Otter pulls out but shoots all over his back. Red Jock mops it up, putting it on his cock and fucks it into Farm Boy. I clean Otter’s cock. Willie has moved around so he is in Farm Boy’s mouth. Suddenly, he pulls out and shoots his load all over Farm Boy’s face. “I’m shooting,” announces the Red Jock. He makes no move to pull out. He seeds the Farm Boy and pumps it deep. I’m right there to lick him clean…but I can’t. Farm Boy’s ass has gone bad again. I can’t fuck a shitty hole, and Farm Boy seems done, perhaps that a load actually ended up in his ass. I’m just fine with saving the load for tonight. Next time—the farewell party that night. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—September, 2013 I returned from Canada and slowly got back to a my regular fuck schedule. I was online at the top of the week. The hot guy I called the Mystery Man when I wrote up our meet in the late spring, contacted me. He was about to change jobs. Once he began working there, it would be harder for him to give the boyfriend the slip and get in the sling. We both agreed he should get out here ASAP. We set a date. He told me he would text me as he was about to hit the road from Detroit. I have decent cell phone coverage considering that I believe I live in a rural section of my state. I was due to get his text about 1:00pm on the day of the meet. It didn’t come in. I waited. I waited for a little longer. I got online. He was there. “Did you get my text?” he asked. I typed “No.” And then my phone chirruped at me. There it was—only 53 minutes after he sent it. We chatted. Still time? We agreed we would now be a little rushed, but we both wanted it. He did a quick clean out and hit the road. He looked every bit as good as he did in May. I still couldn’t come up with his name, but finally asked as I came up from eating his ass. He grinned and told me. However, I will always call him the Mystery Man on here to keep it consistent… I go back to licking his hairy hole. It is spread wide on the fuckbench. “Eat me out, man. Tongue fuck me.” I do. I am going deep and lubing his gorgeous ass with as much spit as possible. I don’t spend as long as I want eating him out. We are on a schedule: to get him home before the BF finishes up with work. I stand up and insert. “Fuck, I forgot how big you are.” “Take my dick.” “Oh, yeah. Fuck me deep.” I am. I am balls deep already. “Fuck me raw.” He clamps down on my raw cock. “Seed me like my man won’t.” Now he’s getting to it. “He won’t seed this hot ass of yours?” I grunt out. “He won’t even fuck me bareback.” I shake my head. His ass is everything any man could want: beautiful to look at, but more importantly, talented. “I’ll seed you every chance we get.” And I mean it. Every word. But not yet. My balls slap against him. He grips the supports on the fuck bench until his knuckles are white. I pull out and slap my cock against his upturned ass. I bend over and slick his slick hole. Mystery Man groans. I push right back in with my cock. I marvel that I am fucking such a hot man. He groans under me. He reaches under the top part of the bench to feel his hard cock. I look down—it’s rock hard and pointing at the floor. I slow my thrusts, pull out and slap his balls with my rock hard penis. It hits his balls with a loud thwack. He grunts—and takes his hands away from his dick. I pull out. “Let’s do the sling.” Once he’s situated, I am right back up him. “Oh, yeah.” He looks up at the mirror above him. He has a great view of my hard cock hammering into his ass. “Fuck me!” He starts stroking himself again. He has a great dick himself. I spit on it. He grunts and uses it for lube. “Fucking rape that hole.” The Mystery Man loves that word. “Rape my fucking mancunt with that big dick. Give me your seed.” He’s stroking harder. Shit. I think he’s going to get off. We’ve barely been fucking for thirty minutes. “Fuck me,” he moans. “I want your seed up my ass for the ride home.” “Say it again,” I tell him. “Tell me how much you want my load in your mancunt.” “Yes. Wet and slimy.” He strokes himself. “Dripping.” “Fuck,” I grunt. “I am going to shoot a four day load up that ass.” “YES!” His cock explodes across his ripped chest. I reach down and smear his load across his pecs. I bring the dripping hand up to my mouth. It’s just enough to get me to shoot. I fill his hole as promised... He will have been in the car for just over 4 hours by the time he gets home—for just over thirty-six minutes of sex. But he got his hole seeded by a big dick. I got to fuck a hot man. And I will do it whenever he wants… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Toronto—August, 2013 My trip to Canada was almost over. Each morning that I was in the Niagara area, I would finish breakfast and go to the public library to take advantage of their internet connection. There was never anyone online in that area, but guys from Toronto would often chat with me. There was one man who struck up a conversation with me each morning. He was fascinated by my screen name and wanted to meet, so I could put both the felching and the pissing into action. In his hole. We had talked enough that I broke down and said I would go home (out of my way) back through Toronto. He didn’t want to piss at his apartment, so I suggested we meet at the Cellar, the sleaziest of the bathhouses. He agreed. I finished up in Niagara by late afternoon, and arrived in TO right on time at 8:00pm. It’s dark in the corridors—so dark I can barely see. I wind through the dingy halls, turn a corner and finally find my room. It’s small with the regulation bed, locker and a shuttered gloryhole in the door. The grilled window in the top of the door, reminding me of a 1920’s speakeasy, is open. I leave it. I know I’ll want to show off tonight. I change into my harness and combat boots. I’ve told him he’ll find me by the yellow jock. I arrange my swelling, cock ringed dick into the distended pouch. I add the leather wrist band to my left wrist. I get out my travel lube and stick it in the waistband of my jock. I leave the poppers on the shelf by the bed. I lock the locker and head out to find the eager Hole. He’s not there. I check the time. He’s 30 minutes late. I sigh. And turn my attentions to who has come out on a Thursday night. Not very many, it turns out. On a quick cruise through the halls I count about eight men. I go to the back hallway. There is not a trace of light. I feel my way along the back wall until I bump into someone. A totally anonymous hand squeezes the bulge in my jock. I reach out and find a nipple, then it slips away as the mystery man kneels. He pulls my jock to one side and takes me to the root. Christ, he’s good. It’s perfect suction, the perfect amount of tongue. I find his ears, hold him in place and fuck into his mouth. He grunts his satisfaction. Other men reach for me. I have hands on my chest. Another on my ass. I bat away the finger that is trying to squirm up my ass. A mouth is on my right nipple. He kisses his way down to kneel beside the cocksucker. I pull out of one mouth and plunge it into the other. This new guy is not as good, but I spend quite some time pulling it out of one mouth and feeding it to the other. The best moment is feeding it to the great cock sucker and letting the other man work on my balls. When I don’t shoot, the guys eventually move on. I make a circuit of the facility and end up back in the hallway. It’s still deserted. I see a flicker of light in front of me. A man has opened a gloryhole from his room. I move forward. I shove my cock through it. I am instantly swallowed. Oh, yeah. It’s the great cocksucker. Of course he’d ask for the only room that has a gloryhole opening to the dark area. We play off and on for most of the night. There are new arrivals. I jerk in wide open video area. I have several mouths taste my cock out in the open. I work a public gloryhole sucking two different cocks. Then the right man walks in. I don’t see him until he emerges from his room. His boots clomp toward the video area where I am sitting. He is mid-30’s, with strong, sharp features and closely cropped dark hair. He is dressed in chaps and harness. His biceps are the size that makes me feel weak. Our eyes lock. I get up and go to my room. He follows me. We kiss, leaving the door open. He begins chewing my pits, made fragrant from all the play. Then it’s back to kissing me with that acrid taste on his tongue. “Get on the bed,” I say hoarsely. He does. On all fours. His full ass perfectly framed by the chaps. I kneel behind him and sink my face into that ass. It’s totally hairless. I dig into his pucker. He groans. I grab the poppers off the shelf and toss them to him. I can hear him huff and I drill my tongue as deep as possible into him. I stand up and slap his ass with my cock. “Wait,” he grunts out. I stop. “I want to eat your hole first.” I pull him up. We kiss. He loves the taste of his ass on my tongue. He pushes me down on the bed, on my back. My feet rest flat against the wall. He kneels and spits on my asshole. He scoops it up and swallows it down. It’s my turn to huff the poppers. His tongue drills me. I go very verbal, calling him names and telling him to eat me. Faces appear at the door to stroke and watch. My partner stands up. He has a raging hard-on. For a moment I think he wants to fuck me. But he pulls me up and kisses me. Then he whispers in my ear, so the guys watching can’t hear. “Fuck me raw—but cum on my face.” I nod. He gets back on all fours. I rim briefly, but I want into his ass. It doesn’t disappoint. He’s hot and wet. And tight. He squeezes down. I wonder if I’m going to be able to keep my promise to not shoot up his hole. I press into him slowly. “Fuck him,” says someone in the door. I start my accelerated fuck. He is groaning, hitting the poppers. His hard cock is being worked by his hand. I fuck him hard. The guys in the door egg us on. It’s by chance that I notice that he’s shot all over the floor of my room and on the toe of my boot. He wiggles out from under me and flips onto his back. He spins around, so his head is under my cock. I push my cock, which was moments ago in his ass, into his mouth. His drooling dick, spits more cum into his pubes. I pull out of his mouth and jerk. The first splatter hits his chest, but the next one I can direct into his wide open mouth. I cover his nose, chin, and tongue. I lean against the wall, my lungs gasping for air. My partner sits up, looks at me and brings his cummy mouth to mine. We kiss. I look over by the door. No one is there now. But there are two distinct pools of cum on the black linoleum. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... On the shore of Lake Ontario—August, 2013 The cruise park where I have always hung out whenever I visit the Niagara wine country, was anything but crowded the week I was there. I saw one naked sunbather. We talked, with him spread eagled before me on an old Army blanket, as he told me how he attracted women and then got them into the woods. (For the record, he was 65+, with a large belly.) The other visitors to the recreation area were a few families, young straight couples, and lots of dog walkers. I think I saw one other guy cruising, but he had no interest in me. And there was the guy on the bicycle. I was sitting in my car, reading, for it had rained the night before and the grass was wet. He glanced at me as he passed in front of me and made a wide U-turn to park right next to me. “Hello,” he gushed. “You’re back.” I nodded. He looked vaguely familiar. I’m sure I must have done something with him sometime. “The park has changed,” he told me. “There are so few people here nowadays.” “Is it police? Rangers?” “No,” he said shook his head. “There’s no money for them to be out here.” He looked out at the lake. “Guys just don’t seem to come out here anymore. Or at least guys who want to play with me.” I looked at him again. I guessed he was anywhere from 60 to 70. His clothes were expensive—tan slacks and a pin striped shirt. The shoes were a top of the line exercise shoe. His thinning hair was occasionally caught in the breeze off the lake. All in all, he reminded me a literature teacher I had in school except there was no bowtie. I looked down at the fingers gripping the handlebars. There was a gold band on his left hand that seemed to dwarf his ring finger. James remembered everything about my visit in 2011. We’d played in the woods on two different days. Once, he reminded me, we had sucked each other off. Another time I had refused to let him bother with my cock while I’d taken his cum. I remembered him not from the sex, but from his conversational style and good humor—and his need to have some gay man actually listen to him. The park seemed to be the only connection he had with anyone queer. And now even that limited exposure was drying up. “So do you want me to suck you?” It sounded so blunt after all the other chat. It did stop James as he was beginning a new topic. “I can’t today. I’m late for dinner now. Meatloaf. How about tomorrow? About 5:00?” I agreed. James pedaled off with a quick wave—and headed home down the rutted road to his wife’s meatloaf. But he didn’t show up the next day. And neither did anyone else. The day after that, he was parked again by my car. “I’m so sorry. Yesterday I had some sort of stomach flu. Or food poisoning. But I’m fine now.” I refrained from asking if it was the meatloaf. He pointed to the wooded area where most men played. He was eager. He was also in easy access exercise clothes. We pushed our way through the undergrowth until we were lost from view—not that there was anyone there to view us. “You are so handsome.” I thank James, though I don’t particularly believe him. He has pulled his maroon running shorts down and is stroking his distended cock. I unbuckle my belt as he feels my mound of dick through my jeans. I push the pants down right along with the underwear so my hard cock juts out. His fist wraps around it. He gives it two or three strokes with his soft hands. Then he bends at the waist and takes a third of it into his mouth. He is all tongue action. It feels good but I want to go deeper into his mouth. I thrust once and he gags. I pull out and sink to my knees. I take him to the root on the first swallow. He gives a grunt of satisfaction. His soft hands trace patterns on my ears. He tells me how good it feels. How long it’s been since anyone did this to him. He doesn’t blow instantly, like I thought he might. But it doesn’t take too much to make him cum. He shoots down my throat. I swallow his thick load. He pulls out the ubiquitous fast food napkin from a shirt pocket and mops up the little I don’t clean off his cock. And we talk. Well, he does mostly. About what he’d like to do with me in a bed. We both know it won’t happen—he has a wife at home and I have a sleeping bag on an air mattress. He talks about watching his teenaged students in class. (I was right—he is a teacher.) How free they seem to him. How he has a kid, openly gay at 15, in one of his classes. James says he can’t imagine being that open. Ever. Much less that young. He finds his bicycle. He wants my Squirt screen name—a service I rarely use—but it’s big, he tells me, in Canada. I give it to him. With a last wave, James pedals out of the park. I stay in the woods a moment more. I could have so easily gone down his path 35 years ago. I was trained to teach; expected to have a wife. I smirk at myself, realizing I even have the bowties. But I took a different path. Something, at this very moment, I’m glad I did. I step out of the woods and into the first sunshine in the last three days. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Fort Erie, ON—August, 2013 My trip to Canada took me into the Niagara wine country after my night at Steamworks. I pitched my tent, napped, caught up on some reading, and let the night of debauchery be enough sex for a couple of days. By mid-week I was horned and in need. The local cruisy park had yielded no fun at all. I packed a lunch and went to spend the day at an older gay sauna which had a terrific sun deck on top of the building. By the time I arrived there, it was wet and rainy for the rest of the day. There have been a number of improvements to the old building since a major chain had purchased it. The steam room was cleaner. I had forgotten they’d added a dry sauna. The rooms in general were neater now. Windows, which had been in many of the small rooms, were covered over. There were two porn lounges and a regular lounge. But best of all, a sling and slurp ramp had been added in what had once been a storage area. The issue was that very few men from upstate New York came to the sauna anymore. There was a time when men crossed the bridge to Canada in droves to get off away from home. Now, they found it harder to do so with the new border restrictions. I was the only one there as I checked in. I set rules for myself. I would watch a little porn, read my book and do a blog entry. I could still have a good time if no one showed up. But the book remained untouched and only half an entry got written… I am in the steam room, sitting on the well-worn wooden bench, when I hear the door to the shower area bang shut. I listen for him to come in the steam room door, but the man spends a long time showering. I pull the rope hanging from the ceiling. Steam billows out from below the bench. I become invisible in the steam, and revel in the heat it is producing. Eventually the new customer pushes through the door and into the clouds of steam. He almost sits on me, thanks to all the steam. He apologizes. He sits very close. Even then, I can’t really see him. It’s not until he stands up and pushes a thick, uncut cock into my face I can see him at all. He’s older than I, with grey hair in a military cut. His body once was defined and hard, though it’s softening now. He grabs my ears, tells me to “Suck it, boy” and pumps a load into my mouth within the first 6 strokes. He leaves for the showers. He spends a long time washing my saliva off his cock. I let him leave before I shower. I dry off and watch a little porn. It’s a bare video, which surprises me. No one else has arrived. I get out the lap top, sit in the ‘real’ lounge by the entrance door and begin to type. The door buzzes. A married dad comes in. Well, a married dad with his kids just out of college. He’s shorter than me by a head. He looks very preppy in khaki’s and a wet windbreaker. He is clean shaven, with dark hair turning the classic grey at the temples. He heads for the locker area. I take the computer back to my room and head back to the steam room. He’s there by the time I get back downstairs. He wastes no time going down on me. He’s good. He can’t get over my size. But he knows how to work a big dick. I return the favor on his much more average sized cock. We break, sitting and talking as the steam disperses. “Do you actually fuck guys with that?” he asks. “All the time.” “I’d love to try it, but I don’t think….” “You know there’s a sling. It would help you relax, by letting you just float there.” “I’ve never done that. But I love getting fucked by regular sized guys.” “Come on….” I get up and head out to the showers, as if it’s all decided, that he’ll follow me to get fucked. And he does. We walk into the sling room. A stolen road sign sits in the corner: Raised Manholes. I get him into the sling. He likes how his suspended legs feel. When I start eating his ass, he starts babbling a string of sex talk. I finally stand up and fuck his face to shut him up. I lick his ass a little more. I unroll a Magnum, at his request, and work my covered cock into his ass. “Oh, fuck that hurts.” I hold still. “Slowly.” I begin to withdraw. “Oh, man. Just take that God damned rubber off.” I do. I enter him. Easily. Smoothly. And it feels great for both of us. “Damn. I did it. I took that big cock of yours.” I am really pumping into him now. He starts talking nasty again. But it’s not me who shuts him up. Other guys have arrived for the noon hour. The first one in is a guy who I guess is just touching 40. He’s fit, blond and judging from a sizable, curved erection, he likes what he sees in the sling room. He pushes past me and sticks his dick in the Dad’s mouth. At almost the same moment, I feel a hand reach under me and feel up my balls. Then the unknown man feels the base of my cock. “You’re fucking him raw,” he whispers in my ear. I turn enough to see a much younger guy. Maybe late 20’s. Maybe from somewhere in the Mediterranean from the look of his olive skin and shiny black hair. I nod. He presses his very hairy chest against my back. His fingers are on my nipples. I can feel his hardening cock in my ass crack. “You want to fuck him?” I ask. He nods. The Dad grunts a yes around the curved dick, and the Greek enters him. The Curve turns to me. We kiss. And we can’t stop. Our tongues battle. I feel a hand on my ass again. It’s the Greek. He pulls out of Dad. “Who wants him next?” I look to the Curve. I think he really wants to, but says “no.” I slip back up Dad. The Greek brings his cock to Dad’s mouth. The Curve moves behind me. I wait for his hand on my ass—but I get his tongue. It’s awkward, as I’m thrusting, but I let him lick me as best he can. Finally, I lean forward— onto the Dad— and let the Curve’s tongue invade my ass. At the same time, the Greek pulls out of Dad’s mouth the thrust’s his thick uncut dick in my mouth. It’s too much attention for the Dad, he starts thrusting his cock against my abs. He groans and shoots, underneath me, coating my stomach. I reluctantly stand up and pull out. The Greek grabs his cock, jerks it furiously and shoot across the Dad’s chest. The Curve stands up and kisses me again. Now he tastes like my ass. I turn around and hold onto him. Tight. We kiss—all the while the spent men head for the showers. “I really need to taste your ass,” I tell the Curve. He nods. “Get in the sling.” He does. I kneel and lick down his crack. I find his pucker and push in. He groans. And tells me to eat him out. I lick and drill. I stand up and lean across him to kiss him. He sucks my tongue hungrily. I go back to his hole. He can’t stay still. He bucks against my face. “Please,” he pants. “Let me eat you.” I get back in the sling. He eats my ass for what seems like hours. He stands up, leans across me and kisses me. As our tongues connect, I can feel his cum gush over my cock and down my crack. “Clean that up,” I tell him. “YES, SIR.” He does. “Now kiss me…” He does that, too. **** I play with a few other new arrivals in the next hour. I take a break and lie on my bed, leaving the door to the room open. The Curve is suddenly there. “Get on the bed,” I tell him. “No, not on your back—on all fours.” He does. I kneel, pull his hairy cheeks apart and bury my entire face in his ass More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Toronto—August, 2013 For the last 15 years or so, I have taken a trip to Canada as my busy summer finishes up. This year was no exception, it was just more rushed. I was on the road before noon and was in Toronto for dinner. I ate. I napped in my car. I went off for a Saturday night at Steamworks… I check in. The cute man behind the counter tells me he likes Daddies. Welcome to Toronto, indeed. It takes some time to find my room in the maze of doors. It’s next to the DJ booth. There is a speaker right above my room, blaring dance music. But then, I will not be having sex there. I change into my jock, my wrist band and put my boots back on. I tuck the lube into my waistband and a bottle of poppers into the top of my sock. One of the entrances to the maze that leads to the sling and a fuckbench is right outside my door. How convenient. Except the area, the busiest place in the building on my visit last year, is empty almost all night. I wander through it. I walk the corridors to re-acquaint myself with the floor plan. At the far end is a gloryhole area of three or four small booths in a row. There are men everywhere—the steam room, the showers, the lounge, the play areas. All types, all ethnicities. Most are cruising the hallways. Then I hit the mother lode. I go through the door for the maze near the entrance. Everyone is there—on one side or the other of the slurp ramp. The surge of men pushes me into the lower level. I have a thick Black cock in my mouth in no time. I sample others on the line. Most with foreskin. Then I go up the stairs and stick my raging erection through a vacant hole. A Hispanic twink chokes on it. Several other guys take me easily. The only man I’ve seen in leather approaches. He looks like he left his bike outside—just removed his jeans from under his chaps. He grins and swallows me down. He’s terrific—varied with his tongue and suction. Eventually, he pulls off me. He cocks his head—wanting me to follow him. I push my way down the crowded stairway. I lose him for a minute. He reaches out from a small booth and pulls me in. He turns and offers me his ass, pressing his body up against the wall. There is a hole, right by his mouth, connected to the upper ramp. A cock comes through it. He sucks the dick as I feel up his butt. I have just enough room to kneel and lick his ass. I stand and insert. “Fuck me raw with that big cock.” I do. When he’s had enough, he pulls away and I don’t see him again for the rest of the evening. A guy pushes into the space. He is down sucking on my cock before I can tell him it’s fresh out of an ass. He doesn’t care. Once I’m spit shined, I make the circuit. I spend some quality time sitting on a bench, sucking off a hot cock sticking out of one of the cubicles in the small glory hole area. The guy, who I never see, shoots a great tasting load down my throat. As I sit, swallowing, a shadowy butt sits on my cock. I fuck him, bucking up into him. He shoots all over the floor, including my boots. He thanks me and moves away. I don’t know what he looks like either. I get a lot of head at the slurp ramp. I go down and fuck a guy fresh from the gym. He’s sucking another big dick and arches his back, pointing for me to plow him. I fuck him noisily. He shoots all over the mouth and face of a Black man who has wormed his way under us. I go back up to the top end of the slurp ramp. A handsome young man, with shoulder length blond curls steps up to my wet cock. His hair reminds me on a print of Sir Galahad that used to hang in my room as a child. My new knight takes me down, but not quite to the root. He keeps trying. Soon he’s taking it all, my nuts slapping his chin. Galahad is great. When he finally pulls off, he asks if I’ll fuck him. We go to the sling. He’s a great kisser. He gets in and he moans as I rim. I stand to insert and he hands me a condom. Not even a Magnum. And I have none with me. I struggle into it, but it’s too damn tight. And then he complains I’m hurting him on the insert. We try again. My erection fades and we give it up, knowing we’ll both find the right person for our different needs here tonight. I cruise the hallway. Near the far gloryholes, an Italianate young man stops me. “You want to fuck me again?” He points to the dark hallway. He must have been the anonymous ass I fucked back there. He’s hot and young. Of course I agree. We go back to the same bench. He lowers himself onto my erection. He bounces until once again, he shoots all over the slick floor and my thigh, matting the hair with his last two spurts. I cruise. I suck. I get sucked. I am back at the far gloryhole corridor. The middle one, which has a plexi-glass door, is occupied by a man about my age. He’s in shape and hungry. I watch him suck a cock coming through a hole on his right. When a bigger cock pushes through the hole on his left he changes to sucking it. The guy on his right leaves, once his cock is no longer being serviced. I go in the door. I don’t bother to lock it. I stick my cock through the now vacant hole. I can’t see the sucker now, but I must have caused enough movement for him to notice me, for his lips are now wrapped around me. He’s good. He gets me good and wet. His mouth leaves my dick. I kneel and watch him suck the other big cock, who is still there. Back to me. Back and forth. This time when he leaves my cock, I look again. I’m met by his ass cheeks pressing up against the hole. I lick him through opening. Then I stand and insert. The middle booth is just big enough for him to bend and get the other cock in his mouth as I fuck him. He is being spit roasted by the two anonymous dicks. He is in ecstasy. He is grunting loudly around the other guy’s cock. He pulls off and reverses, impaling himself on the other guy and taking my dick into his mouth again, straight from his ass. He is being bucked against me by the dude fucking him. I can hear the wall creak from the fuck. Suddenly it stops. His mouth goes off my cock as he hisses “Breed me!” I withdraw and kneel, watching. He milks the cock behind him for a long time. Then he turns around and presses his bred hole against the gloryhole. He expects my cock—but he gets my tongue. “Felch it, man! Eat that load.” With the wall between us, I can’t get as much as I’d like. I want it all. Then my own cum is rising. I stand up. I am just able to insert into his cummy ass before I blow my load. “He mutters a “Shit….” And milks my cock expertly. Slowly he withdraws off me. I will myself to let him clean my dick. The moment his mouth touches it, I hear his own climax through the wooden wall. He’s no longer paying attention to my cock, wrapped up in his own orgasm. I pull out and stagger back to my room. I check my watch. Four hours since I checked in… I sleep---even with the music pounding above me. ****** I awake sometime around 4:00 am. I still have an hour before check out. I wander the halls. There has been a grand exodus. But a knot of guys are ringing the fuckbench in one of the rooms near the slurp ramp. And with good reason. All I can see is a Black bubble butt getting pounded by a much older Black man. The top is talking trash to the bottom, telling him how he’ll breed him good. I push my way in through the guys who are just watching and stroking. I touch the bottom’s back as the Daddy announces “Here’s your fifth load.” He contorts and obviously shoots up the boy. He swats the ass and says to the room “Next.” I move around. I’m not sure I can get hard again after all that play. The moment I kneel and taste the loads in his hole, my cock achingly erects. The tourists, the boys who just watch, all chatter about my eating his full, cummy ass. I stand up and slap my erection onto the moist crack. They shut up. I enter the boy roughly. It’s not a long fuck. The loads squishing around my cock gest me off in no time. I thank the boy, shower and check out. The cute clerk is still there. He smirks “Did Daddy find some fun?” I nod. “I saw you in the shower, Daddy, you must have made a lot of boys scream.” I shrug. Then nod. “More than my share. Yeah.” I go out into the warm night. It’s a beautiful night to walk the 15 blocks to my car. I tilt the front seat back, curl up and sleep until the morning sun (and breakfast) wakes me up… More...

Thanks. It was great evening in the playroom---of two like-minded men.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—August, 2013 As August wound down, my house went back to being all mine. My playroom was back up within 24 hours of waving farewell to the last of the departing guests. I pieced the padded floor to go under the equipment, with the plastic underneath it. The fuck bench was erected, the sling assembled and the rimseat was in place, awaiting the first hot ass I could snare. I was lucky enough to snare the Fluid Pig. He is back in my area. I wrote about him here. We talked for a good five days before he arrived. He was staying in Ann Arbor the night before. We texted after his play session that night. He: “7 loads today and managed not to cum, oink! My balls are going to explode when you shove your big cock in my hole tomorrow. I hope I can concentrate at work.” I wrote back: “I know you like multiple guys. I can’t get many good tops out here, but I promise you more loads than your seven of today.” He wanted to know more. I refused to tell him… He looks great. He is over six feet. He has trimmed some of his fur, but it looks good enough for my tongue to get lost in. And that ass…The Pig doesn’t wait for an invite or instruction. He just gets on the fuckbench. His ass is big and full. His jock is black, with a couple of white stripes on the pouch. I sink to my knees and stick my tongue up that hole that took so much cock the day before. He groans. He reaches back and spreads his ass for me. I snap a pic. I lick. My tongue goes deep. But I don’t spend as long as usual. I need to get my cock into him. He huffs poppers the moment I stand up. He tells me to fuck him hard. I enter in one continuous thrust. I fuck hard, the sound of my hips on his butt filling the room. “Let me taste your hole, now.” I drop to my knees again, hitting the padded floor. (Nice!) He is a great self luber. I lick some out and swallow. “Now,” I tell him, “I have some cum for you.” I open the cooler. I have a card filled with filled condoms. They are knotted shut and taped to it with a few notes below each one. “From the moment I knew you were coming, I went to the bookstore on two different occasions.” The Pig looks over his shoulder at the card. “Damn…” I pull the red condom off the card. I rip open the knot and hold it against his ass. He shivers at the frozen nugget on his hole. “You wanted extra men. I sucked some guys off at the bookstore. This guy was a plump red head. He shot almost the moment he put it in my mouth.” I turn the condom inside out and push the cum nugget up his ass, knuckle deep. My dripping cock pushes it the rest of the way home. It is melting fast, and is coating his ass canal. It feels amazing, slightly cool at first, then heating up with the friction of the fuck. “Let’s do the sling.” We change over. I need to piss. I hose down his ass crack. He grunts and huffs. I lick him clean. Then I pull out the card again. “This black condom is the cum of a guy I can’t even picture anymore. I just noted that his cock was thick.” I repeat the process, shoving it deep into his gut. I fuck this new load into him. My cock is coated with cum when I pull out. I wipe it off and finger it back into his hole. I fuck it into place. When I pull out, I start pissing on his jock pouch. It pools onto his stomach. I smear it over his chest. I lick down his dripping ass crack. I felch some of the two loads in him. I kiss him, snowballing some cum. “Fuck, I’ve never had a snowball from my ass.” I’m back into the cooler. I pull out the card. I open the orange condom. “This is three loads from my second trip to the bookstore. They are all older dads. All men you wouldn’t look at twice if you met them. Guys you would never let breed you—but that’s what they are going to do.” I push the loads into him. He is moaning, and calling me names. And so turned on that his hard cock is poking out of his jock. I fuck the three dads into his gut. The next condom is really full. “It’s only from two guys. One was an annoying fucker who was thrilled I’d suck him off. The big load in there is from this straight guy who came to the bookstore directly from his coaching job, still in his gear. He smelled of sweat in the best way. He made me stop anytime anyone was around. I finally got him off—he shot this huge load.” I work it in with finger and dick. “There are your seven loads—just like you had last night.” “So hot. You can put anything up my hole.” “Good.” I rip the final condom off the card. “This is one I just picked up off the floor there. Nice and full for you.” “Shit…” I fuck it home before he can say anything else. His hole is just dripping jizz. I fuck and fuck, churning the cum, making it froth. “Get up. Rimseat time.” I get under it. I steal a hit of poppers from him. Then he sits, his ass filling the seat. I lick at the salty froth I’ve made. I swallow and probe deeper. He opens. The cum begins to drip into mouth. It’s been there once before. And now it is again, straight from his ass. I lick and slurp. I stop jerking my own dick for fear of wasting my load. I tap his thighs. “Up.” He gets back on the bench and I enter him. He knows I’m close. He reaches down under himself and strokes his cock, hoping to relieve those blue balls of his. I fuck. I shoot. In three or four strokes, so does he. “I’m load nine,” I grunt. I pull out, scoop up some of his lad off the floor and push it in. “And yours is load ten… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Kalamazoo—August, 2013 My busy summer was winding down. I was actually able to spend some time on bbrt. It rarely works out—that someone wants to fuck when you are in that It-has-to-be-now-or-not-for-another-week” mode. But it did. A hot younger man, who had talked to me at the top of the summer, was looking. And as a bonus, he had a bottom friend over. “Do you do threeways?” he asked. I typed back that he could twist my arm. “I’ll be happy to fuck more than one hole,” I pecked out. He sent me the address, with the added postscript: “You know him.” Oh. Really? I got in the car and headed out. His apartment was the top floor of a converted Victorian home. The remains of beautiful woodwork were everywhere—now all painted a dull off-white for the college rental crowd. And he had no bed. A futon mattress, with no frame, was spread out on the ragged carpeting of the living room. But I didn’t care. Damian was hot. Caucasian, mid to late 30’s, and with great arms and chest. His head was shaved, and he had several tattoos—beautiful ones that showed the tattooist was a true artist. He was in nothing but a pair of designer underwear. Porn blared from the television and a laptop. He and his friend were both working their phones and, it seemed, occasionally sucking on each other’s cock. “And you know Andre…” There sat a man I hadn’t seen in years. Andre and I played off and on for a couple of years—until a last odd session. We would likely have played again after that, but he got a boyfriend soon after. He was one of the first men I found in my area who was a piss pig. He loved to be covered and suck my cock. I liked to drink his piss and suck him. We had great fun. Until that odd session, that is. We’d met at a cheap motel. I’d taken the sling at his request. He wanted to try my cock up his ass. In the cramped motel, the sling had to go by the window. And it was a fucking FREEZING February. Cold air blew across him from the ill-fitting window. Then, my cock was really too big for his untrained hole. So we went back to the oral thing. But I pushed too deep into his throat and sent him racing to the bathroom, retching all the way. We hadn’t played since… And now here he was—sitting in the middle of the makeshift bed— his beautiful brown skin contrasting with the white sheet thrown over it. Andre smiled. He is about the same age as my host. He’s decently put together, and almost as tall as I am. He has very brief briefs on, as well… I say hello. And strip. I have nothing on but my athletic socks and a cockring in no time. I sit on the bed. Damian gets up from the one chair in the room and goes right for my cock. Andre watches from the farthest corner of the mattress, then moves to the chair with his phone. I let Damian get me hard. He spends a lot of time suckling my balls which I love. I stretch down and slip my hand under the flimsy material covering his ass. I idly pay with his hole as he deep throats me. I motion for Andre to join us. “I just want to watch right now.” I shrug and sink back onto an uncomfortable pillow and let Damian get me wetter and wetter. “Sit on my face.” I push down so there is room for him to straddle my head. He stands up and pulls off his underwear. His butt had looked hot in the pictures on his profile. It’s even better in person. He straddles me and lowers that full and lightly hairy ass to my face. He settles in and sighs as my tongue invades him. He bends forward to suck me, pulling his ass off my face. “Just sit. Don’t worry about me.” He straightens back up and pulls his cheeks apart so I can rim him deeper. I feel a tongue on the head of my cock. Andre has gotten up and is sucking me down. Oh, yeah. This is what heaven should be—my cock in a hot mouth and a full, round butt on my face. Damian grinds himself down on my tongue. He’s more than ready for my cock. He gets up and gets on all fours. I kneel behind him. Damn. He’s tight. I work the head in. He grunts and tells me to go slowly. I slow. Andre sits next to us stroking. I let spit trickle from my mouth onto my shaft. I ease into him. It takes forever, but I get balls deep up his hole. I hold in place. I feel his hole relax. Just. I begin a slow fuck. Before I can work up any speed, he asks me for a break. We break. I suck on Andre. He sucks me. I work myself back up Damian. “It’s a great cock, I just can’t take it for long.” I hate how cramped we are on the mattress. I feel like I’m pushing in from a less than ideal angle. We break again. Damian convinces Andre to try taking it. Andre takes it—barely. We stop. It’s not a good fuck. We try oral in a circle. Andre leaves us to it, to get back online. I suck Damian’s cock but soon slip farther back to eat his now fucked and open hole. “Get up.” I stand. Damian looks up at me from the mattress. “Come on.” He gets up. “Now bend over.” I tap the arm of the chair where Andre is tapping out messages. He bends over. It’s such a gorgeous ass. I spend a long time eating it out. Again. I spit on my cock. I stand behind him. In this new position, I slide right up him. “Oh my God,” grunts out Damian. “I am so full.” I have great leverage to give him the fuck he wanted. I piston into him. After all the foreplay, I’m ready to breed. Andre has stopped typing. His eyes are riveted to us. Damian is working his small cock. I am slamming my big one up his butt. The only sound now is the slap of skin on skin. “You want it?” “Please.” “Yeah?” “Give me your cum.” “Breed him,” chimes in Andre. “Here,” I grunt. “Take it. NOW.” I shake and contort. My head snaps back. I feel like I shoot and shoot. I pull out ever so slowly. My cum spills down his hole. Damian reaches back, catches some on his fingers. It goes to his mouth. I pull him up into a wet kiss… More...