FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I know. I haven’t written for a week. I have been doing a lot of writing for work. Sometimes that makes me want to write for the blog even more. Other times, like this one, all that other writing made me do anything that didn’t involve putting my fingers on a keyboard. Last night I was finally ready to write. Instead I ended up fucking. I’m afraid that a hook up always trumps writing about an earlier one. By the end of this week I will be at IML. My roommate has changed. I was to go once again with the gangbang bottom from Cleveland, but he had to cancel. We transferred the hotel reservation to my name and I began sniffing around for a roommate. This pig rooted out a truffle with the first man I asked. The Muscle Hole from Columbus thought it was a great idea. Not only could we play anytime we wanted, but I’d told him once that I would love to eat another man’s load out of his ass. We will be inviting others to make that scenario a reality. Our interests are different enough that we will both go our separate ways on occasion— me to the big piss party while he goes off to find hand obsessed men at the MAFIA parties. And I really like him. It should be a great weekend. Once again I will be posting a daily play by play of my adventures as I did last year and, more recently, at CLAW. I have a few things on the books for IML. I don’t want to jinx things so I will only say I think I have another date with Bad Seed Media… More...

I am guessing I'll be giving you some DNA through out the weekend.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis—February, 2014 I have two great friends and fuck buds in St. Louis. The man I’ve known slightly longer, I met at the bathhouse. We played there regularly when I was in town, until he finally said, “I should throw a sex party for you at my house. We’d be a lot more comfortable.” And he did. And still does each year on my last night in town. But that’s the next post. Joe and I met about six years ago. He had come up to Chicago. I was in the back corner of the bar, with the piss party going full swing, when someone told me to go check out the new arrival. I looked over his shoulder and there was this handsome, built man wearing nothing but a jock kneeling in the middle of the room begging for piss. And he was getting it. From all sides. I went up to him. Our eyes connected as I hauled my semi hard cock out of my jock. I gave him a mouth full. I then let it play on his hard cock. I told him to stand up and bend over. He did, holding on to the bar, and I let it run over his ass crack. As soon as my stream ran dry, I fell to my knees to lick his wet, piss drenched hole. Of course I fucked him. And, after the party he followed me to my motel where he took part in a gang seeding of Juan (who crops up so often in these pages.) We don’t see each other often—occasionally back in Chicago, but usually in St Louis where Joe now lives. If you haven’t read the entries of “Two Scent Pigs” and “Three Scent Pigs” you will find them by clicking on the titles in this sentence—or under “Joe” in the topics cloud to the right—which also brings up a couple of pictures of him. This trip, he came to see me Friday night. I was wearing nothing but my metal cock ring as I let him in to the posh hotel room. We kissed at the door. Just lightly. I sat down on the leather chair in the darkened corner, my feet up on the matching leather ottoman, and looked at him as he got rid of the heavy winter coat… “Now strip for me…” Joe grins. His shirt opens. His biceps are bigger every time I see him. His shoes are kicked off. Joe’s pants come down, the belt buckle clanking on the floor. He’s left in a worn jock and sweat socks. He comes towards me. I take my legs down and spread my knees wide. He kneels between the chair and ottoman. A perfect fit. He moans slightly as he inhales the scent of my cock. It’s been a long time since my morning shower. And he loves that. He nuzzles my balls for a long time. My cock lengthens. He swallows me down. He pauses about halfway down. His throat constricts around the head of my dick. He holds for a moment, then he opens and deep throats me. My full length with no pause. Joe comes up for air. I lean forward and kiss him. This time our lips mash together and our tongues are instantly in each other’s mouths. I can taste my pre-cum. I pull back and spit in his mouth. Joe whimpers. I take my hand and cup it against the back of his head. I push him back down onto my dick. He goes to my balls. I hold him there. And hold. Then let him up for air. He gasps. He grabs a quick breath and impales himself back on my cock. “Kneel up here.” I point at the ottoman. It’s just a big enough square for him to be able to get on all fours. His ass is presented to me. I slide off the chair into a kneeling position. My face sinks into his ass crack. I inhale deeply and push my tongue into his hole. “You eat me so good.” I lick and swallow. I spit some back into him and push it deeply into his hole. I can’t stop eating Joe’s hole. But I do. I stand up and grab the towel I’ve been sitting on. I push it between Joe’s knees. My cock rests on his hole. And I start pissing. Just a couple of spurts. Enough to get me back on my knees to poke some piss into his ass with my tongue. I slurp and gurgle contentedly. I stand up and push into his wide open hole. Joe immediately clamps down, milking my dick. I fuck him hard. The sound of the wet fuck fills the room. I pull out. I bring it around to his mouth. He happily, lovingly cleans my cock. He leave lots of saliva on it, knowing it’s going right back into his hole. It does. I fuck him even harder. I pull out again. It’s round the ottoman again, back to his mouth. I stick it into him. He cleans. I sigh. And piss. He grunts and takes all the piss I give him. I save just enough in my bladder to spray a little more on his hole. I piss happily, kneel and lick it off his freshly fucked hole. Round and round I go. Ass to mouth. Piss in. Piss on. I reduce Joe to a happily whimpering piece of fuck meat. I can’t help it. About the eighth time I slide into his ass, I shoot. I clutch him tight, holding on to his hips as I buck against him. “Fuckin’ fill me up!” I can’t move; my cock is now so sensitive. When I do eventually pull out, Joe thinks it’s coming to his mouth. Instead, I kneel and felch. Not for long. A large dollop of sperm oozes out onto my tongue. I move around, pull him up and kiss him hungrily. ***** It’s much later. We are curled in the Westin’s patented Heavenly bed. It’s living up to its name tonight. We have been talking about everything and nothing. My cock is slick from more fucking. “Are you going to CLAW?” Joe asks me. I tell him yes. “You think you could make it that far north? I can’t think of anyone with who I’d rather share a room.” “I sure want to, but my Mom…” Joe leaves it unfinished. We move on to talking of other things. My arms are around him, my finger idly playing with the cum in his ass. Who knew we’d be doing the same thing months later in Cleveland. Joe in Cleveland--checking BBRT for men--his favorite picture. 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CLAW is something that is certainly worth saving up for. I find it more affordable than many other leather weekends. And you have the great organized playspace of the Recon/Reflex parties. I love playing in a true sexual playground. That was a really nice compliment---thanks....

Absolutely. Let me know where you are once we all check in...

You should go to the baths. I liked the new area. And be "warned"----the next episode I write about is about the two of us at the hotel...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis---February, 2014 It was time for my annual business trip to St. Louis. I would have four nights to play after my long days of work. I have always had good luck in this city. I find the men ready to play and eager to meet new meat. But on a Thursday night, no one was venturing out in the harsh February weather to come to my downtown hotel. So I went to baths. It was a long, cold walk. I stripped out of my clothes, stowed them in the locker and went into the steam room to warm up. It was early. Not much crowd, but the gym boys were finishing up. I sat in the remotest corner, wanting to get warm, not really ready to play. But a big burly guy, taking his shower after his work out, had seen me go in and followed me into the swirling mist. He stood in the steamy shadows and stroked himself obscenely, his towel over his shoulder. He barely got his cock into my mouth before he exploded. I guess he needed to get home to his partner’s waiting dinner… I am in the play room of the bathhouse. A sling is in an enclosed area, but not in use. At least, not yet. There are two booths with a gloryhole between. There has been a change since my last visit. The slurp ramp has been ripped out—and a large mattress on a platform has taken its place. I am standing right behind it, in front of the booths, getting enthusiastic, if not superlative, head from a husky man on his knees. His mouth is wet and sloppy. And I’m enjoying showing off to the random men who check out the space. A man of my age enters. His head is cropped close, he’s been to the gym, and, like me is strutting around the bathhouse in a jock with the towel on his shoulder. He has a chain around his neck—it’s gold and made up of incredibly tiny links. He pulls his cock out of the pouch of his jock and offers it to the cocksucker, while at the same time pulling me into a kiss. He’s great. Everything I like in a kiss—a good back and forth, lots of spit and a slight battle for dominance... The cocksucker is in heaven for the new comer’s cock is the equal of mine or damn close to it. He goes back and forth on them and then gags as he tries to take both in his mouth at once. “You want to get fucked?” the new guy asks the man on the floor. “He has a nice ass,” he tells me. The sucker gets up hurriedly and goes around the corner to the sling. My kisser pulls me around by the shoulders and looks me square in the face. “You fuck with that thing?” My eyes meet his gaze. Then drop as I mutter, “Yeah. I do.” “Follow me.” He disappears into the sling room and is up the bottom before I can get there. He fucks the man hard, then offers me a turn. I slip in. I pump deeply twice. And pull right out. I sigh. We all troop off to the bathroom to wash. ***** My face is buried in a glorious ass. He’s a young man. Blond and trim and now sprawled on his narrow bed. His ass is a true bubble. I pull his cheeks even farther apart and stick my tongue deeper into him. “Oh, Daddy.” My cock drools as he calls me that with his slight Ozark drawl. He’s visiting the city from Arkansas. And I’m the man, out of all the others, he’s taken back to his room. He adjusts—his knees were almost off the tiny bed. I spend what feels like hours slurping and spitting into his hole as he reaches back and under himself to stroke. Finally, I suit up (yes, I’ve agreed to wear a condom—so you know he’s cute). I push into him. “Damn,” he grunts. “You okay?” “Oh, yes. Fuck me hard, Daddy. FUCK me!” I do—until he shoots all over the thin sheet under him. He lies inert as I pull out and rip off the condom. Than he swivels around and kisses me—a kiss that tells me exactly how much he loved our time together. ***** I’m up another ass. A leatherish guy. He’s all armbands and cock rings and leather straps showing off his pecs. But I can’t see them now. I have him bent over the new bed in the playroom. “Fuck me, man.” A professorial type is sitting on the bed, watching us and stroking. I fuck the leather guy fast and loud. I fuck until the spectator gets off and leaves. The leather guy pulls off me and follows the spectator out of the room. I never see him again. ***** I’m sitting on the floor of the booth. I have just taken a second load down my throat. I have no idea who gave it to me. We’d been trading blowjobs. Until he began bucking into the wall and I swallowed him down. The door of the other booth squeaks open. I don’t look up, but I can sense the guy looking through the hole. I expect the finger to caress the opening any moment now, signaling he wants to suck my throbbing cock. It’s aching for release after all the action. I finally look up. It’s not a mouth on the other side of the hole. He’s pressed his ass against the wall. He’s arranged it so his hole is perfectly centered. I stand up and plunge in. He’s loaded in no time at all. ***** It had to happen. In all my years I’ve never seen anyone from the conference at the baths. Well, this year during our first group lunch at the conference, I got a plate of food and sat at a table by myself. “Mind if I join you?” He sat before I could respond. We introduced ourselves—and all I could see was the gold chain with the tiny links. Others joined us. There was no smirking. No secret winks. Neither of us let on we’d seen the other the night before—much less shared a husky bottom. If he even remembered me… More...

Please....the sling is open....

For some reason, I always assumed that in porn the reason the guys don't swallow has something to do with crossing a line legally into raunch or something... Swallowing is not an "active" activity for film. I drink with the cock head in my mouth--letting the guy unload totally. If we were filming that, it would look like nothing. You'd have a close up of my adam's apple bobbing up and down. The spraying into the open mouth and letting it cascade out is showing the audience the force and volume of the piss so you can "put yourself into the moment". However wasteful it may appear....

I like to have bottoms piss themselves while getting fucked, too. I prefer to do it in my sling with plastic and a towel on the floor. I piss fuck many of my guys. And have been known to drink it out of the ass of the right one...

I don't associate breeding specifically with poz seed. I use "breeding" all the time in my blog...and it's neg cum. As it is for many of the tops who write on here....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... On the Way Home from Columbus—February, 2014 Marco, the man with the muscle hole, and I had had sex the night before. We repeated it all in the morning—on fast forward. I left very satisfied. And I thought, sated. But, no… As I was headed home on I-75, I saw a sign for a small town which I remembered had a very busy bookstore. While I had had hours of ass play in the last 18 hours, I had barely sucked any cock at all. I had done no more with Marco than swab up some of his copious pre-cum and tongue fuck it into his hole. I realized I wouldn’t mind sucking some dick. Well, I told myself, only if the parking lot has eight cars in it. No, seven cars would insure a couple of guys would be in the arcade. I pulled into the parking lot. Okay, I decided, six cars are fine. I got out and went in to buy my five dollars of tokens. This arcade is set up in pretty typical maze fashion. The oddity here is that none of the 12 or 14 booths have doors. They have shower curtain entrances. No locks here. I walk through the dimly lit maze. I can hear voices. Four men of various ages, obviously the regulars, are standing against the wall in the one spot where the pattern of cubicles creates a wide spot. They are talking about The View. Honestly. There is one silver haired Daddy in the group who would be perfect for what I need. I hope he follows me. I push past them, turn another corner and go into the last cubicle. Its entrance is down a narrow corridor, and I think it will give me a shade more privacy. Not that it feels much like sex in here with the bantering of the boys. I hear a “That looks like one for you, Bill” and put my card into the machine. I flick through the menu. All the gay porn is condomed, so I settle for a particularly nasty James Deen working over two big breasted women. I sit, unbuckle and haul my semi-hard cock out. I stroke. It doesn’t take long before the plastic shower curtain is pushed aside. I’m hoping for the silver haired Daddy. But no. It’s the largest of the men I passed. He goggles at my cock. “I sure would like to suck that,” he stage whispers. I shrug. The booth is crowded enough that there is no way he’s going to get on his knees unless I stand up. I rise. He goes down. His fleshy hand guides me into his mouth. Almost instantly the curtain is pushed aside again. It’s the silver haired Daddy. “He’s got it,” he announces to the guys in the hall. “And it’s a beauty.” I smile at him rather sheepishly. I hear the guys move around the corner. One of them tries to push past the silver haired Daddy for a glimpse, but the Daddy brusquely tells them there’s no room. “He’s taking that whole thing in his mouth, he tells the men in the corridor. “What do you have there, nine? Ten?” I don’t answer, I turn to try to connect with my sucker, but he’s more concerned with his bottle of poppers. He’s one of those who never puts the cap back on, as it has to be constantly under his nostril. “Bill, you like that cock?” The man on his knees grunts. I begin a face fuck motion. This is instantly reported to the guys outside. “He’s fucking Bill’s face with that big salami of his. Damn,” he says loud enough I think the cashier will hear him. “Pull that thing all the way out so I can see all of it.” This last is to me. I almost ignore him, but then consider that it pays to advertise. I pull it out, and hit Bill’s upturned lips with my wet cock. “Oh, he likes that. Hit him harder with that monster.” “Get out of the way,” says another voice. “Let me see it.” “There’s no room,” silver haired Daddy snaps at the unseen man. “Make him lick your balls.” I do. I pull my cock out of his mouth and pull it up so he can get my hairy sack into his mouth. “I bet that feels good. Those balls are big. They match your cock.” I turn briefly to the speaker, but he’s leaning out the portal. “Bill can’t get ‘em both in his mouth.” This makes the unseen men snicker. And I’ve had enough. I tap the sucker on the shoulder and tell him I need a moment. He caps his poppers carefully and struggles to his feet. “Shows over,” intones silver Daddy. He moves out of the way to let the sucker escape. I do up my pants. I exit the booth, squeezing by personal broadcaster. He pats me on the ass. “You like to get fucked?” I sigh and head for the exit. ***** I didn’t make it out the door. I stumbled on a new arrival, who was actually there for sex. I had his load down my throat before the boys caught on. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 With Joe missing the party and sleeping most of the night, he was able to get on the road even earlier than he wanted. After he left I tried to sleep, but I really couldn’t. I packed and was on the road myself with only a couple of hours sleep. By the second rest area on the turnpike, I pulled in and slept for two hours in the front seat of my car. I thought back about the weekend just before I fell asleep—a couple of moments I hadn’t recorded: I stopped at one rest area on the way in to Cleveland on Thursday. As I was coming out of the restroom, I did a true double take. A male couple in their 40’s, dressed in 501’s, tight black t-shits and boots breezed past me on their way to the urinals. With their shaved heads and trimmed beards—well, we just looked at each other, grinned and I went on back to my car. Hours later, as I was buying my tickets for the Recon parties, there they were. The slightly taller one came over, thumped me on the chest and said, “I told my partner you were headed here. Have fun…” I never saw them in the huge crowds of men again. ***** At the third Recon party an older man, who was acting as the volunteer in charge, found me coming out of the piss area. “I saw you last night fucking the guy in the army hat up there,” he said, gesturing towards the sling on the stage. “I told the guys in charge they could save money on the porn stars and ask you guys to perform.” If they can just convince Army Hat, I’ll be there… ***** Many of you know I lost my partner of 30 years, a few years ago. CLAW can bring back a mix of feelings, for I was in Cleveland when my partner called, telling me he’d checked himself into the hospital and to come home. He was dead a week later. It took five years before I was ready to sleep in the same bed with a man again. The first was Ryan when we would crash at his house after the piss parties. Marco, the muscle hole, was the second. And now Joe. We had a great weekend of intimacy—on a level that I hadn’t allowed myself to have for all this time. I hadn’t realized how much I missed holding onto someone in the middle of the night. Or talking about everything and nothing. Or making each other laugh with stories of our incredibly checkered sexual careers. I’m glad I didn’t rush it. These three men have helped me heal more than they will likely ever know. I snapped this as Joe woke up from our nap before we hit the first Recon party. Is there any wonder we were in bed, one way or another, all weekend? More...

I mean how hot would it be for you to not have to sneak home to your partner with a loaded ass?? If you were my partner, you'd come to bed, and wake me up by saying, "I just got bred, do you want it?" and sit on my face for me to felch. Which, of course, would lead to you being bred by me. Couples should celebrate the others sexuality not hide and cheat...no "taming" necessary.

You would be more than welcome....and to film your ride....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 Tonight is the last Recon party. I am pumped. Joe is being very adult and going to bed early as he has to leave at the crack of dawn—conceivable just a couple of hours after we’d be coming home. I shower, dress and kiss Joe good night. I check in and strip out of my flight suit down to my leather. The warehouse is busy. Both crosses are being used. The sound of floggers fills the space. There is a fisting demo up on the stage in the sling. There is a Master tying intricate knot patterns on a willing victim on the bondage table. And not much fucking. Yet. A few guys are standing around, hands on each other’s crotches. I see a blow job happening near the empty sling in the darkest area. I go to the piss area. There are no guys who want piss, but three men who are looking to give. I have an incredible moment of drinking three rounds of recycled beer. It makes my cock, as always, rock hard. I go back to the sling. I fuck the man in the rubber suit from the night before. I fuck him with that piss induced erection. And then the young man from yesterday’s gangbang walks in. He is looking great in a leather harness edged in white piping. His ebony skin really shows it off in the dim light. He has a dark jock framing his ass. The rubber guy is out of the sling and GangBang Boy jumps in. I push my tongue into him. He tastes every bit as good as he did the day before. I eat, stand and fuck. The men filter in, look, get out their dicks and take turns on him. He keeps telling me this is what he came for—he can’t believe it is happening. Many of the men are the same as the night before. Ginger Tats takes a turn up GBB. Then I fuck him some more. The tall blond I seeded last night is back and in full top mode. He loves fucking GBB. The man who lives to clean cock fresh from hole has a field day with us all working over GBB. It makes him so hard he finally fucks him himself. I take a break. Army Hat is back. Tonight he is dressed in a jock and combat boots with a Marine dress coat open revealing a harness. The white billed cap completes the ensemble. He is definitely the hottest man in the room. And barely plays. I see him get a little head…but never get to watch him fuck, much less get near his ass. One of the men who fed me piss taps me on the shoulder. “I found a guy with some piss for you. You want it?” I nod and we go to the shower area. I take a decent piss load from a nervous young man who has never fed before. At first, he can’t stay soft enough in my mouth and can’t piss hard. Then it all comes gushing out and down my throat. By the time we are done, he is hooked. He finds me twice more during the night. “I’ve never seen anyone take so much piss without missing a drop,” says my first feeder. “I have another load.” He hauls out his thick dick and is pissing the moment he’s in my mouth. I fuck GBB with my piss induced boner. He loves it of course. When we break, he stretches and tells me he wants to give me some piss, too. And does. Right there at the sling. We let the hot Blond use the sling. He’s fucking a twink who looks like he stumbled into the wrong party. “You want to try this?” he asks me. “He’s really tight.” The Blond pulls out, I push in. It’s too much. The twink asks me to stop. Only then do I see his load on his chest. The man who has been cleaning cock performs clean up on the twink’s chest, too. I piss on some rubber guys. I fuck GBB in the sling on the stage. This time I have no audience at all. It’s a chain rattling fuck. I feel like I’m on the verge of cumming—but I can’t quite get there. GBB boy obliging gives me more piss as payment for the fuck. ***** It’s late. I’ve been here for over three hours. It’s been a very fragmented night. All my play has been in short little bursts as opposed to the huge scenes of the night before. The first pisser is back at my shoulder. He has another load. The hot Blond is in the shower too. I had no idea he was a piss hound. We both get down on our knees. I get the first moment of the piss load. I yellowball it into the Blond’s mouth. He moans and swallows. The stream redirects and the Blond shares what he got with me. We go on and on, back and forth, as our feeder has enough piss in him for three men. When he runs out, the Blond and I kiss deeply. We stayed huddled together for a long time. I find GBB on a fuck bench. I tongue him, thinking I’ll get off and go home. But my cock finally rebels. He refuses to stand up one more time. GBB tells me he has had the best time and we leave the few men left in the warehouse. I go home, strip and crawl into bed. A muscle arm grabs me and pulls me close to him. I am spooned by Joe for what little remains of the night. It’s better than shooting that load. More...

Hopefully you will be in my area again -- and you can be....

Very hot. I'll be there, too. Would love to leave a load or two...

I don't think you could or should tame a cumwhore. I was partnered for thirty years with a man who didn't even like to get fucked. But we were great together in every other way. So we knew enough to let the other play how they needed to be happy. If he was happy just sucking cock with some 20 year old--great. And he let me piss fuck guys who could handle all I could dish out. But I always knew who I was going home to---and tell him all about it. I had the best of both worlds--a rich, deep love--and rampant sex.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2014 I had a great connection with a Master and his slave during IML last year. He contacted me early on to say that they would be at CLAW. He had been there before, but not his slave. The Master was thrilled I’d be in town, for he really wanted me to fuck both of them again. When they are at home on the west coast, they almost always top other subs. “We need a good fuck and you are the man to do it.” I knock on their door at the main hotel. The slave answers. Naked. “Hello, Sir. Come in. Master is just finishing up.” He is every bit as buff as when we last met. He’s big--tall and broad, with a perfectly trim waist. When he turns away I see the hot butt I ravaged 11 months ago. His back, arms and chest are covered in an intricate tattoo pattern. I look a little more at the total picture this time, which includes some men in bondage who are almost hidden by a twisting, spiny vine. I hear his pierced ball sack jangle as he bends to kiss me then, then his wrists go instinctively behind his back and he kneels to take off my boots. “Master told me to start without him.” We are pressed for time. They are going to the leather dinner I always avoid. I am naked and in the slaves mouth as the Master steps out of the bathroom. “Good to see you.” I kiss him. He hasn’t changed either. He’s a foot shorter than the two of us, in his early 60’s with a bristly grey mustache. He joins his slave on the floor, licking my balls. They trade—the slave to my balls and the Master to my cock. Master is the better cock sucker. But I’m not here for a blow job. “Up on the bed. Side by side.” They have two beds in the room—one for sleeping and one with a cover on it for play. They get up on the play bed, on all fours. I kneel behind the muscle butt of the slave. I dig my tongue in deep. My fingers play with the Master’s crack. When the slave is good and wet, I go eat the Master’s hairier ass. I go back to the slave, then the Master, keeping a finger in the hole which doesn’t have my tongue. I lube myself as I eat. These guys don’t get fucked often. I’m going to need it. I push into the slave. He takes it with some vocal histrionics. I can’t make it all out as his mouth is buried in their play sheet. After one hard thrust I hear it all. “Thank you Sir! Thank you Master for finding such a good fucker.” I pull out. And enter the Master. I go in very slowly with him. But he takes me like a champ. “Kiss him,” I tell the slave. He hungrily kisses his Master as I start to pull out. I am soon up to full speed. I pull out and re-enter the slave. Back and forth. “Roll over.” I am just about to enter the slave. He does. I want to watch his eyes as I fuck him. I’m not disappointed. Desire and lust are both shining there. Then he goes somewhere else—somewhere very good—as I bang at his prostate. I do the same with the Master. His gaze never leaves me. His look just tells me how much he needs to let go and get fucked. “Get on top of him,” I tell the slave. “Kneel on either side so you can kiss him.” They connect happily as I fuck the slave, then lift the legs of the master and fuck him while he is still underneath his slave. This makes the Master hard. “Sit on it.” The slave pushes down on the Master’s cock. A string of words of gratitude fall out of his mouth. I have made a right choice. I bend down to watch my private show of Master cock going into slave hole. I tongue the disappearing shaft and the hole surrounding it. This makes the Master moan. The slave rolls off the Master. I keep the Master on his back and begin fucking him. The slave kneels by the Master’s head. He’s jerking his cock like crazy. The piercings jangle and clang. “May I cum, Master?” “Do you want him to?” the Master grunts out to me. I never stop fucking the Master. I think about their fast approaching dinner. “Yes.” My hand is on the slave’s neck. He reaches up, takes it off and slaps his own face with my hand. I pick up the cue. I cuff him noisily on the cheek. Again. Once more. I hollow my hand to make it louder. The last one really stings. The slave grunts on cue, a strangled high sound—at odds with his massive body. Very little ejaculate appears, but I swab up what there is and stick it on my dick. The Master starts beating off. He cums quickly and explosively on a deep thrust by me. My mop it off the hair chest and feed it to the slave, making him suck my fingers. And it’s over. We talk about CLAW—asking how I like the Recon parties—and how we’ll have to do this again at IML. I don’t get off, but I have no problem with that. I’m headed to the last Recon party that night. More...

Great minds....I've suggested this to them, too. I'm glad they did....