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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—November, 2013 So here it is Christmas Eve and I’m writing about the November piss party. My background music is Barbara Cook singing about snow showers and a warm fireside. I keep thinking about golden showers and a hot ass. There was once a critic who proclaimed that if the angels in heaven didn’t sing like Barbara Cook then he wasn’t going. I can certainly make the case that if the angels don’t have the talents of the four piss pigs mentioned here then I don’t want to go either… Green Trunks I have checked my clothes and am sipping my water. My travel companion, Ryan of Spreading My Legs, is off checking out the porn and the men. The first person who finds me is Green Trunks. I have his name somewhere, but I can never think of it when we meet—likely for I can’t stop thinking about his perfect ass encased in bright, emerald green Speedos. He’s young (not yet 30). When he stands up, he is maybe 5’ 9”, but he’s always bent over. He’s cute—he could be easily cast as the gay neighbor in any sit-com. He’s slender and worked out. His legs are hairy, as is his ass crack—but he’s all but hairless above his waist. GT likes piss play, but there is no doubt that he is here to get as much raw cock up his perfectly shaped ass as he can get. We kiss. “How are you, Daddy?” I tell him about my drive in as we move to the back corner. When we reach the back bar stool, he turns his back to me. Like a stripper, he peels his Speedo down just below those full ass cheeks. He leans on the stool, thrusting his ass out at me. My cock instantly pushes out of the pouch of the right side of my jock. “Will you fuck me?” I don’t answer. I piss all over his ass. He moans. I kneel and bury my face in the dripping mounds of hot flesh. “Fuck, yes. Eat me out. You make me so wet.” I stick my tongue deep into him. He’s just arrived. No one has been up there yet. I can’t wait to taste him later in the evening. I slobber into his butt, stand up and push my cock roughly into him. “Fuck me hard. Make that ass yours!” I answer with a resounding swat of my left hand on his wet butt cheek. I fuck him hard. I fuck him as some man comes over and pisses on my cock. I fuck the piss into his perfect ass. I fuck him until I have to stop or shoot. I clean his hole and kiss GT. “I’ll bring you a load to felch, I promise,” he tells me. I kiss him again and send him off on his quest. We will meet repeatedly throughout the evening. The Man with the Dragon Tattoo The next man this night is one of the most sensual men I know. We can’t keep our mouths off each other. The Man with the Dragon Tattoo is tall—my size tall. He’s built as lean and lanky as I am. He’s shaved his head. His goatee is much more trimmed than mine. He has many, many tattoos—but the prime one is a huge dragon on his back that wraps a claw around his bicep here, his shoulder blade there. It’s a work of art. If Green Trunks is here to get fucked, Dragon Tat is here for the joy of piss play. “I have to piss,” he announces after we pull out of our kiss. I sink to my knees. I wait a moment for his cock to go from sex mode to piss mode. He stays mostly hard as the piss begins to fill my mouth. He’s drunk some beer, so it’s the sweetest piss in the world. And he can’t stop. It just fills me up. I chug it down—rock hard. When I have finally swallowed the last drop, we kiss again. He’s hungry to know just what his piss tastes like. Mid kiss, he seats me on the long, high bench against the side wall. He kneels. He sucks me. Expertly. He knows to get my balls. And under my balls. He works his tongue between my cock ring and my nut sack—something that makes me moan. “Lean back.” I do. He’s one of the few men in the world I allow to eat my ass. But he stands up. I tense for a second. Then, remarkably, piss pours out of his cock and covers my ass crack. He wets me down before he kneels and cleans every drop off my ass. “You need to piss?” I can’t do it again quite yet. DT settles down and goes back to his expert blow job. Eventually I feed him what he wants—returning all that beer piss now recycled through me. This makes us kiss again. I am still seated. DT spits on my cock and slowly impales himself on it. He squeezes me with every stroke. When his legs tire, he gets off and kneels to clean my cock. We kiss. I separate from his kiss only because the piss and Gatorade have kicked in. “I have some for you…” DT kneels and his mouth envelops my cock to take my piss straight down his throat. David David is here this month, too. Once again he’s wearing his Neoprene singlet which shows off his thick cock and bubble butt. His handsome, strong features and jet black hair make everyone stop and look at him. David loves piss. But don’t give it to him in his mouth. He wants it up his butt. I find David talking to Ryan. They are making plans for us all to meet later at Steamworks. I say hello, give David a kiss and push his head down on Ryan’s, semi-hard on. I push my cock right up David’s butt. I fuck him hard enough to draw a crowd. I fuck him hard enough for David to arch his back and pull off Ryan. “Piss my hole. YES!” I am already doing it. Those are words of satisfaction, not instruction. I finish pissing and fuck in the hot liquid. I eventually tell Ryan he should fuck David while his ass is still super hot. I pull out, taste my handiwork, then stand up and turn David’s butt towards Ryan… The Redhead He is late to the party this month. His boyfriend, who has no interest in piss, drops him off at the bar—telling him to go have fun at “football practice”—as he can’t quite bring himself to call it a piss party. The Redhead is just 40, but still has a thin layer of baby fat on him. He’s very white, with a sizable dick when he decides to top, red pubes and an insatiable sex drive. He loves piss. Everywhere. And he loves to get fucked. I think of him as my all rounder. I find him in the back corner, where he’s just taken the second guy up his ass. “I’m really thirsty after that,” he tells me. I oblige by letting him suckle half the piss load out of me. The rest I use to hose him down, covering nipples, cock and balls. Soon he’s leaning against the bar. I fuck him until we both can use a break. I meet up with the Redhead throughout the four hour party, tasting what all the other men have done to his hole or just offer him a quick feed of piss. ****** The recording has been over for some time as I wind this up . I have gifts to wrap for tomorrow. But I am still thinking of my four pigs of the piss party. Perhaps I should have called it “Five Pigs”…for I certainly count myself in their number…whether I get to heaven or not… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—November, 2013 The Professor had mentioned he’d like to see some of the places I cruise. We decided to go to the bookstore that is the closest to me—the one with the two theatres. I picked him up at his motel so we could arrive there in time for the lunch time crowd… The Professor buys our tickets. (He is a very generous man. I haven’t paid for a dinner since he’s been in town.) We go into the gay theatre. It is perfect—just the kind of scene I hoped we’d find. We interrupt a young Cub giving head to an older man. I recognize the man being sucked. He has a bigger than average cock. The Professor and I sit in front and off to the side of the two men in the back row. I get out my dick. The Professor opens his pants and kneels in front of me. His mouth is soon filled with the fullness of my cock. It takes no time at all for the two men behind us to come and look over my shoulder to see what’s happening. The Professor stands up, pulling his pants to his knees, and bends to take my cock back into his mouth. The older man, whose dick is still wet from the Cub, gets the message. He fingers the Professor’s ass. He likes what he feels and slips his cock right in. The Cub watches, strokes and shoots on the floor. I stroke, watching the Professor lean into his chair and give himself to this anonymous cock. The older guy smiles at me. He is picking up speed. For a moment I wonder if the Professor is about to be seeded, but the guy slows down, pulls out and with an off hand gesture, asks if I want to take a turn. I do. I stand up and, after a quick taste of his hole, I slip into the Professor’s freshly fucked ass. It feels warm and wet. I fuck him full force, once making his head hit the back of the chair. We stop only because the Professor is feeling the heat of the room. He pulls himself together and goes to the restroom and says he might check out the arcade. The older man follows him. I am now alone in the Gay Theatre. It’s twink condomed porn—passionless and with scenes that just go on and on. I button up and go to the straight side. There is one lone man. He sits against the wall jacking his cock. I love the fact that he makes no move to hide it when I come in. He has a shaved head and seemingly a fit body under his maroon sweatshirt. I sit down on the opposite side from him and unbutton. My cock is out. He seems to be unmoved by my erection. Then: “I don’t suppose you suck cock, do you?” I walk across to him. It’s a thick piece of meat he shows me. “Please,” he adds. I kneel and get him into my mouth. He sighs. He must have been working on it for a while, for he fires down my throat in no time. He thanks me as he digs for the ubiquitous fast food napkin to clean himself up. As if I’d left any semen on his dick… I am alone again when the Professor finds me and sits beside me on the couch. A crowd trails him into the room. My friend Cam, a married top who often hosts motel parties I attend, comes in. He sits between us, all but demanding the Professor suck his cock. Cam pulls the Professor’s head into his lap. A rather Skinhead-y looking Skater Boy comes in with one of the regular onlookers. The Skater pulls out a long and thin dick as he leans against the wall, watching me stroke. I motion him over. He falls right to his knees. He’s skilled for one so young. He has a rhythm of up and down on my cock for about ten strokes---then will pull off it to look at it. I love the look of admiration on his face. I look over at the Professor. He is panting heavily, and I don’t think it’s from sexual excitement. I usually find the theatres quite chilly—but for whatever reason they are much warmer than usual. He finally pulls off Cam and, excusing himself, goes out into the store. I pull the Skater boy off me, kiss him and put him on Cam’s cock. I button my fly and go find the Professor. He apologizes. He tells me to go back in—he’ll join me in a bit. I tell him we can go if it doesn’t get better. He agrees. I check in on the Gay side. A better movie is playing. I sit for minute. Almost instantly a new arrival comes in. He’s maybe 30, with close cropped brown hair. There are huge tufts of hair visible at the collar line. He sits opposite me and opens his jeans. He pulls out a hard, hooked cock. The door opens. Cam comes in, followed by the guy who fucked the Professor, and then a regular I know by sight. This last guy is my age and has a large cock—one you are only allowed to touch if you are under the age of 40. The Professor comes in and sits beside me. Every man in the room is sitting, with his fly open, stroking their cock, hoping the young one will choose him. The young one is getting an eyeful. He considers each cock in the chairs around him—staring—squinting, really—and stroking ever harder as he pictures himself playing with each one. I win. He kneels in front of me, but not before he takes his pants off and throws them into an extra chair. “Damn,” he hisses. Then gets to work on my drooling prick. I play with the hair on his head and neck. I can just make out his hairy legs. The other three men have clustered around us. They stroke themselves with one hand and touch the boy with the other. Soon the 30 year old comes up for air. “Do you fuck with that thing?” I just nod. He turns and bends over. Cam is right there to hold him in place. I kneel and spit on his incredibly furry ass crack. “Fuck him,” says the guy who fucked the Professor. I get up and slide my cock into him. The guy who usually gets all the young ones is furious. He scowls at me, but keeps jerking as he watches. I fuck him hard—showing off for the Jerk. The boy is no longer stroking himself. Someone else’s hand is exploring that hooked cock—for it continues back to feel my balls. It’s too good. I shoot. It’s rather silent for me. I simply slam home and let my balls empty into him. Cam knows I’m shooting. He holds the boy in place, even pushing him onto me. When I’m done, I pull out and pull the boy up. “I just loaded you,” I whisper in his ear. “Fuck, yeah!” he grins and bends to clean my cock. His ass is pointed right at Cam. Cam slides in. The Jerk is now even angrier that he wasn’t next. I look at the Professor. He smiles and nods that he’s fine to go. **** That night, while I was at work, the same young man as the night before drove over and fucked the Professor in the temperature controlled settings of his motel room. I saw the Prof after he was done and we had our final drink together—as he had to leave first thing in the morning. He thanked me repeatedly. He also left me the rest of the bottle of Chivas and gave me ‘Rob’s Bareback Pre-Party’ (the porn that had been playing when we last met in Nashville.) A gentleman. And a pig. They truly are not exclusive… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—November, 2013 I met the Professor two years ago. Rob, of The Breeder’s Journal, had suggested I would enjoy getting to know him. I took Rob’s advice. The Professor and I met each time I worked in Nashville. I have talked on here about both of our meetings—the hot sex and the great conversations over a good scotch. I wasn’t headed south this year—but I got an email from the Professor. He had a conference in the Great Lakes area, and wondered about spending some time in my home town. Ever the gentleman, he said he would get a motel and work around my schedule. I agreed. I would love to host him in my playroom and maybe take him to some of the places where I cruise. The Professor told me he’d been working out. He also sent me this picture—taken after an energetic 45 minute fuck session which had left his ass delightfully red. He did have one request. He said he would love to meet the Breeder’s brother, Mikey. Did I think that was possible? I got online and sent off a few emails… The Professor arrives right on schedule. The clothes come off and are stowed in the dresser reserved for guests. He loves the look of the fuck bench. I invite him to climb aboard. I waste no time sinking to my knees, pulling apart his ample ass cheeks and sinking my tongue into his hole. I get him good and wet. Using spit and piss. It takes a moment to actually get my cock in him. He’s tight—but with enough pressure, I’m in. I am fucking him hard as my phone goes off, announcing that Mikey is at the door. I throw on a robe and head downstairs to let him in. Back upstairs, I do a quick introduction and go right back to fucking. Mikey strips down and sits on the bed, stroking and watching me fuck. Eventually, he comes over. He slides between the wall and the bench and gets his cock into the Professor’s mouth. When I see him go from mostly hard to rock solid, I gesture to the Professor’s ass. Mikey comes around and inserts. The Professor gasps. It’s a great mind fuck for him to have the Breeder’s brother working a raw dick into him. I grab the camera. But I’m not here to be the photographer; I stick my hard, wet cock into the Professor’s mouth. Mikey grins at me. We find a rhythm that has us thrusting in unison. When Mikey pulls out, I move around, clean Mikey’s cock and stick mine in the vacated hole. Mikey sits on the bed. He loves to watch me fuck. I like to be watched. Mike strokes, reclining on the pillows against the wall. I redouble the speed of my thrusting. “Let’s stretch your legs,” I suggest to the Professor. We take a water break. Once finished, I direct him to the bed. The Professor crawls between Mikey’s splayed legs. The Professor’s mouth replaces Mikey’s hand. My cock goes back into the Professor. I fuck him hard enough to drive him onto Mikey’s fat cock. Mikey replaces me in his ass. I stand and play with Mikey’s nipples and balls. My hand strays to his ass. He nods at me. I move behind him. Mikey pauses just long enough for me to slide into him. I hold still. I let Mikey fuck himself. He thrusts forward into the Professor, pulling off my cock but for the head. As he pulls himself out of the Professor, he impales himself on my cock. I let Mikey do all the work. For now. “I have my cock up his ass,” I tell the Professor. He groans and tilts his head to try to see me in the man who’s topping him. Mikey is thrusting hard. I wonder if he’s going to shoot. But I don’t think he does. “You should try the bench,” the Professor tells Mikey. “Let me watch you get fucked.” Mikey pulls out and wastes no time to get on the bench. I spit in Mikey’s hole, insert my wet cock and pound him. I must be inspiring the Professor. He’s rock hard now. I know he tops at home, but I’ve never seen him do it. He comes over to me. I nod and pull out. The Professor pushes in. Mikey’s ass is hot and wet—and he’s been to the gym, too. His whole body is tighter and fitter since the last time I saw him. I snap a picture of the Professor in Mikey. The Professor is suddenly there. He shoots a load deep into Mikey. He holds on to him, his chest on his back. I kneel. I want to taste his cum. The Professor pulls out. He knows to stick it right in my mouth. I lick him clean. I spend some quality time felching Mikey’s ass---getting long strings of cum into my mouth. “If you want to breed him, too,” the Professor tells me, “that’s fine.” “Are you up for more after that big load?” The Professor nods. “Then get in the sling.” I help him in, holding some of the jizz from Mikey’s ass in my mouth. I stick it deep into the Professor. “I’m gonna fuck you, using your own jizz for lube.” I push in and fuck slowly. “Fuck me hard. Pound me.” I do. Then Mikey takes a turn. We alternate on him. “Damn.” The words spill out of my mouth. “I think I’m going to shoot.” Mikey grabs my ass with one hand and reaches up to kiss me. It’s too much. I shoot deep into the Professor. I hold on to the sling frame, my body wracked with the power of the orgasm. When I can breathe again, I smile at the Professor. “Well,” I pant, “Welcome to my playroom…” ***** I did see the Professor later that night after I was done with work. Over our late night scotch, he told me he’d been online and found a super hung young man from a nearby town who loved to fuck daddies. They had had a great session. The Professor showed me his trick’s picture on the cruise site. He was indeed a handsome young man. The Professor crossed to the motel bed. He got on his knees so I could felch the unknown hottie’s load---but the boy had it driven so deep up the Professor, I could not even get a taste of it… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Indianapolis—November, 2013 We were on our way back to the bathhouse the moment Juan and I were done with the mini-gangbang. Juan wanted to get there with those three loads in his ass… We walk the halls. It’s a totally different feel from the night before. There was electricity in the air on Halloween. Tonight it’s just another night at the tubs. We push the curtains aside and walk into the communal dark area. There are no crowds tonight. It feels empty. Just to get things going, I bend Juan over. He holds on to one of the benches and I hunker down behind him and tongue fuck his ass. It’s still very full from the loads he took at the motel. He pushes out a small dollop of jizz into my mouth. “Fucker…” I stand up and push my rampant cock into his ass Juan moans, partly from the cock attack, partly to attract guys into the dark room. I can make out two who must have been there when we entered. They are sitting on opposite sides of the room from each other, but at least they do start playing with themselves as we fuck. I make sure that I slap Juan’s hairy ass, which echoes in the empty space. It works. Three or four guys filter in. Almost instantly, Juan has lifted a towel and has a cock in his mouth. Soon he pulls off me, turns around and inserts the new dick. Exactly why we are here. I find a willing mouth. I know that he knows it was just up Juan’s ass. It seems to excite him. I let him suck me. He takes me to the root with ease. Repeatedly. But he can’t get enough of my dripping piss slit. He keeps pulling back off the shaft so he can squeeze the head with his left hand. He gets a dollop of precum on his hardworking tongue which he swallow with relish. After about the fifth time he does this, I pull him up and ram my tongue into his mouth. We kiss. Long. Deep. With lots of shared spit. Eventually, I pull back and look at him. He’s maybe 30, maybe 35. He’s 5’8”, slim and with just wisps of dark hair on his chest. It’s his face that gives me pause—he’s not just good looking—he’s stunning. Or at least to me. And seemingly to the rest of the room. Everyone wants to touch him as we play. My partner grasps my wrist and leads me from the room. He has one of the double bed rooms that are right outside the dark area. But the surprise is that there is a man standing right inside the door. “Well, hello,” he says. He’s in his late 60’s, decently put together and is standing there naked with a thick six incher pointing right at me. “You must have a big one if he brought you back here.” I smile. The boy scrambles up on the bed, on all fours. “Fuck me like you did that guy.” The older man starts to leave, then stops. “You don’t mind if I grab a friend to join us.” He is gone before I can answer, but it wasn’t really phrased as a question anyway. He leaves the door wide open. I bend over to taste the hot one’s ass. The bed is high—if I kneel, I’ll be too low. He moans. I eat him out. I think he’s been fucked tonight, but he has not been loaded. I get him down, so he’s standing on the floor, so I can get my cock in him. The moment I get my cock into his hole, guys push into the room. Hands are everywhere. Many are on my ass, on my balls, my nips and his cock. “Out. All of you.” It’s the Daddy. He’s back with a man slightly younger than I. The onlookers troop out of the room and the Daddy shuts the door. The new man drops his towel. His cock is about my size, with a slight upwards curve. “Fuck the boy.” I think he means me, as I’m still up him. But I’m wrong. It’s the new guy he wants to see up the boy. The Daddy pulls me over to him. He chews my nips and sucks my cock. I watch the new guy fuck the pretty one. “Change up.” It’s Daddy calling the shots. I go back up the gorgeous one. The Daddy and the newcomer decide to converse too loudly as I fuck. “That’s enough. Fuck me,” Daddy instructs me. I pull out and slip into the Daddy, who has bent over the bed. The newcomer flips the gorgeous one on his back and fucks him again. “You are really big,” Daddy pants. The sound of the side by side fuckings fill the room. “That’s enough,” Daddy says as he pulls up and away from me. “We need to take a small break.” I am hustled out of the room. The door closes. I go and sit in the billows of steam in the steam room. Hands reach out of the mist… *** After I tire of the heat, (and some head that is only adequate) I make the tour of the halls again. There is no sign of Juan. That’s a good thing. The gorgeous boy finds me in the dark area. Once again he pulls me back to the room. The other two are there. I fuck the gorgeous boy. I fuck the Daddy. “Break. See you later.” The Daddy is holding the door open. I’ve been there for less than ten minutes. I am tired of the lack of attention span---and I think I know what’s happening. The gorgeous one pulls out the tell-tale stash from the far side of mattress too fast—before I’m out the door. I’m not supposed to see it, but I do. I won’t be back. *** I fuck two random guys in the dark room. One shoots with my cock deep in his guts. *** I sit alone in the dark area. My cock needs relief. I’ve been edging with all the sex I’ve had for too long. And there is no one here to help. A guy comes in. For a second, he’s framed in the lit doorway. He is a big bear of man. Big, but not sloppy big. He gets down on his knees in front of me. He engulfs my cock in one gulp. I reach down and fondle his nipples, playing with the hair on his chest. The curtains part. It’s Juan. He watches the man give me head. The big man looks up, rather wistfully, into my eyes. “Would you fuck me, Sir?” I nod. He gets up and bends over, holding on the wall. I briefly kneel and spit on his hole. I push against him. He’s tight. I push again and I’m in. I hold still. I can tell he’s struggling to relax. I begin a slow fuck. I see Juan stroking. I so rarely see him hard anymore. He has a long, uncut cock. I turn the Bear away from the wall so he can suck Juan. “I want to fuck him.” I look over at Juan. I know he tops—just never around me. I can’t wait to see him in action. I pull out and watch Juan slide into the Bear’s hot ass. He fucks with great authority—he owns that ass. The Bear hesitates for a second, knowing my cock was in his ass, but then goes down on me hungrily. I lean across the man and kiss Juan. I can tell Juan is building for a cum shot. We kiss hungrily. He only breaks it as he shoots into the Bear. “Oh, yeah. Take it.” I move around. I clean Juan when he finally decides to pull out. I lick up the cum that he’s pulled out of the Bear’s ass. I push in—fucking in Juan’s jizz. “Do you want another load?” “Yes. Yes, Sir.” It takes me no time at all to mix my cum with Juan’s. Juan cleans me, savoring our mixed jizz that is all over my wet dick. He kisses me. The Bear straightens up, leaning against the wall. His legs are shaking. We pull him into our kiss… We go our separate ways in the morning—me to Michigan, Juan to Illinois. I am tired, but Juan has arranged at least two hook-ups en route as he heads home. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Indianapolis—November, 2013 Juan and I slept late after our night at the bathhouse. After a big breakfast, we wandered around downtown to find a good internet coffee bar so Juan could study and I could be online talking to potential tops for the evening’s gangbang. I have always found that the guys you talk to just a few hours before an event actually show up as opposed to the guys who said they wanted to come a week ago. Well, that little truism did not hold true for Indy. We only had two of the eleven guys show up. The good news is that they were the right two guys… Juan is just finishing in the bathroom as our first guest knocks on the motel door. I do a quick look around the room. One bed is stripped of its bedspread so we can play on the top sheet. The lamp shades are covered with red bandanas so the light is filtered and not glaring. Lube is on the desk by the door and the table between the two beds. A couple of extra towels are next to the computer where Raw Perverts is playing. I open the door. A man about my age steps in. Russ has been the man who’s talked to me the most about the gangbang. So much so, I was afraid it was all going to be a mental jerkoff for him. He strips down, tossing his clothes on the one chair. He’s in decent shape for his late 50’s. His hair is cropped short and decidedly salt and pepper. He’s lightly hairy all over. And his larger than average cock is already starting to swell. “You know,” Russ says, “that this is Indy. Most of those guys on your party list won’t show up.” “That’s true everywhere,” I counter, adjusting my cock in my stained, white jock. “Yeah, but you got all the guys who like to see themselves on the invite list. Makes them think they are in demand.” There is no further discussion. Juan steps out of the bathroom, in a jock and athletic socks. He says hello and instantly falls to his knees in front of Russ. It takes little encouragement to get him hard. Russ starts talking dirty, telling Juan to suck his cock. Within moments, Russ gets Juan on the bed and begins rimming. I kneel next to Russ. He groans at the taste of Juan’s wet hole. I know I have the perfect top partner, when without prompting, he kisses me deeply, making sure that I can taste Juan’s hole right along with him. I groan in the back of my throat—and spit into the new man’s mouth. Russ spits it into Juan and pushes my spittle deep into our boy’s hole. Russ stands and sticks his dick into Juan. I jump up on the bed, and hold Juan’s legs for ease of fucking. My balls are right in Juan’s mouth. Russ fucks him hard. “Flip him over.” I get up and help Juan get on all fours. Russ is right back up him. I watch his cock pound Juan. My dick is back in Juan’s mouth. When Russ slows, I get down on the floor. He understands without being told. He sticks it directly into my mouth. I clean it. I make sure I share it with Russ. He swallows hungrily. It’s my turn up Juan. I fuck him on all fours. His ass is juicy and hot from all the attention. I fuck him on his back. Russ cleans my cock, and then he dives into the still spread ass, slurping loudly, to taste what we’ve done to Juan’s hole. When he comes up for air, he kisses Juan. It works into a shared three-way kiss. When Juan wants to catch his breath, Russ asks to be throat fucked. He lies on the bed, his head hanging over the edge. I impale his cock with my dripping dick. I just hold it there. Then I begin a slow fuck. I wait for him to choke on it. He never does. I ride his throat like I would an experienced ass. I pull up long strands of spittle. We kiss—snowballing all his throat scum. We go back to fucking and do the rotation again, this time with Juan riding us. A knock on the door makes Juan pause, mid downward thrust. I untangle from the knot of bodies on the bed and go answer it. It’s a young man. He’s built like he played football in high school. He enters, slightly shyly. I tell him where to strip. His clothes go into a very neat pile on his tennis shoes. I wonder how he’ll react to all this. Juan gets up off Russ’ dick and gets on his knees in front of the newcomer. (The footballer said ‘no’ to photos.) He gets hard quickly. Juan stands, backs onto the man’s erection and fucks himself on the new cock. Slowly, they inch to closer to the bed, still attached, so Juan can lean on the foot of it. I think the boy may blow in the first five minutes. But he doesn’t. He pulls out. “I don’t wanna cum yet.” He sits on the other bed. Russ and I go to work on Juan. We are showing off for the boy. I eat Juan’s hole. Russ fucks him. I lick Russ’ cock. I fuck him. The young man beats harder as he watches his own personal porno playing just for him. Russ takes over on Juan’s hole. I go over and suck the watcher. Behind me Russ is delivering a butt slapping fuck, grunting and swearing. Suddenly he stops vocalizing. He’s cumming. He shoots in Juan. I go over and wait for him to pull out. I’m sure the young man has never seen a guy clean another man’s cock right from the hole. He sits forward and watches me lick the cum off of it. He leans in even closer as my face buries itself in Juan’s ass. “God, that’s good,” I grunt out. I turn to the young man. “Fuck in his cum. I left some for you.” The young man gets up. He pushes in roughly. He builds to a fast fuck. He empties his big balls into Juan. I kneel next to him. “You really want it?” he asks. I nod. He pulls out and sticks his slippery cock in my mouth. I groan. Russ kneels and we snow ball my cleanings back and forth. The boy just stands there—entranced that we would be doing this with his cum. His eyes are wide; his mouth open. We have given him jack off material for at least a month. All this makes Russ hard again. He stands up and pushes into Juan. The young man makes no move to get dressed. He just watches Russ fuck. And cum. Russ blows a second load into Juan. I snap a picture before licking up the cum that’s leaking out of Juan’s hole—and fucking the rest deep into Juan’s gut. The young man washes and gets dressed. He leaves. All smiles. The three of us are lying in a happy pile on the bed. Juan asks the time. I tell him. “I guess we are off to the bathhouse,” Juan grins. We had given the invited men a 90 minute window in which to arrive. It’s been two hours. I look at my dripping dick, fresh out of Juan’s butt. “Clean this up,” I tell Russ. “Those guys in the steam room don’t get to taste Juan’s ass. At least, not this way.” Russ happily takes me to the root as Juan kisses me… (Next post---Back to the Bathhouse) More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Indianapolis—October 31, 2013 I got an e-mail from Juan (the bottom who loves to get his ass loaded and then share it with me) in the middle of October. He had stopped by the playroom the month before where I’d stuck a devil’s dick of my frozen cum up him—then topped it off with a freshly made batch of swimmers. He wrote he was looking to get out of town for Halloween. So was I. He didn’t want to stay in Chicago, which would have been my first choice. We settled on an equal drive for both of us—Indianapolis. We agreed we’d go out to the bathhouse together on Halloween. Then the next night we’d throw a gangbang in the motel. I got to work on the ad for BBRT. I arrived first on that Thursday. I had reserved a room with two beds so I traveled without the sling or any of the fuck furniture. I’d unpacked and got online to chat with potential breeders for Juan, while writing a blog post. Juan arrived late and headed right into his cleaning routine. It took him longer than usual, but a squeaky clean Juan and I hit the bathhouse just before midnight on Halloween night. We got a small basket of treats from the receptionist as we checked in. We went to our rooms to change, agreeing to meet in the common dark area, in search of the treats we really wanted… The whole place is darker than usual. It’s Blackout Night. As I tour the place I can realize I can see—but just. Except for the steam room which is so black you don’t dare move. I get out of there fast. I make my way into the dark room. It used to have a sling in the space, but now there are just a couple of benches against the wall. I push through the curtains. The place is packed. So packed I stand still after taking about three steps into the space. The sounds make my cock stiffen. There are the unmistakable sounds of sloppy blow jobs, of guys groaning, or an occasional swat on a fleshy ass. I have hands on my chest, my ass, and my distending jock. I move carefully around so my back is against the wall. A faceless guy has my cock out and is trying to take it to the root. A guy is twisting my right nipple. I feel a guy push the cock sucker to one side, so the new one can lick my balls. My eyes are adjusting to the lack of light. It’s an older man on my nipple. It’s a very young man on my balls and a leather-harnessed-40-something on my cock. The sound of fucking is now louder than anything else. I look in that direction. It’s Juan, of course, bent over and holding onto one of the benches. A big bear of a man is pumping away into Juan’s gorgeous, upturned ass. The two kneeling in front of me, now share my cock. The youngest man has too many teeth involved in working my dick, so I hold the harnessed guy in place and begin to fuck his throat. He opens with a grunt and I can fuck five deep strokes before he gags. I let him up for air, wondering if he wants more. He gives me a pleading look from down there between my boots. I slap his face with my stiffened cock. I plunge back in. He’s good. He takes me a little longer this time before I let him pull off, gasping for air. A tall man pulls my cocksucker onto his own dick. I take the opportunity to move towards Juan. The Bear thinks I must be his Daddy. He pulls out. I push right into Juan’s wet hole. The Bear and I take turns on him. We both love showing off to the men who form a ring around us. “I want some of that dick, Sir.” It’s the Harnessed Sub. He bends over right next to Juan. I pull out of Juan and push into the proffered ass. The Bear goes back up Juan. I am pumping hard into the Sub. The Bear matches my rhythm. At one point the Sub pull off me. He’s not done, no; he just wants to taste his ass on my cock. He slurps my cock loudly, then spins back around and impales himself back on me. I look at the Bear. I point to the ass in front of me, inquiring mutely if he wants to switch asses. He slows, but instead asks Juan to go fuck in his room. I whack the boy on his ass and fuck him harder. He cleans me again when I finally pull out. I go to the drinking fountain in the main hallway. The Sub follows. “Please Sir, I drink piss, too.” He’s kneeling behind me when I straighten up from the fountain. Music to my ears. I push into his mouth. I let him suckle a piss stream right there. I love the suction of his sucking and swallowing. When I’m done, he thanks me and promises to find me later. I never see him again. *** An hour later. I can’t find Juan. I can only guess he’s having fun in a room somewhere with the door shut. I’ve had random guys on my dick. I have ventured (slowly) into the steam room and given a little head to someone I couldn’t see at all. I go back into the dark area. It seems pretty deserted. No, I’m wrong. There is shape I can just make out on the bench across from me. We both stroke in silence. The man gets up and moves to me. Once he’s closer, I can make out a tall, fairly buff man. His towel is on his shoulder. A bigger than average dick is pointing straight at me. I take it into my mouth. He lets me work the head and the piss slit before my lips work down the shaft. He groans. My hands find his generous, smooth ass cheeks. I knead them as I suck. He pulls me off and kneels in front of me. He swallows my cock. I play with his dark hair. Eventually, my hand trails down his back to his ass. I really want to fuck this beauty. He pulls off as soon as my finger grazes his pucker. “I don’t get fucked,” he tells me. “Can I eat it?” He doesn’t answer. He just stands up and puts one foot up on the bench next to me. I get on the floor and bury my face in his ass crack. I get in deep and hard with my tongue. He’s stroking like crazy. “Oh, God that’s good. Eat my hole.” I do. I pull the cheeks apart again. I slurp and spit. Eventually his cock is back in my mouth. The man takes my hand and puts in right on his pucker. I worm my index finger in—deeper and deeper. The man groans. I wonder if I’m going to fuck him after all. There is a sound at the door. The man shoots down my throat. He has pulled away from me and has the towel around himself before the new man stumbles on us in the dark. *** There is still no sign of Juan. I am prowling the corridors. An open door reveals a man jerking to the porn on his in room television. He is perhaps 35, dark haired and has a little extra weight on his big frame. He invites me in. I have seen no one else around. I go in. He seems to want a blowjob. I comply. He tells me he’s a top—and to swallow that big dick. It is six inches, if that. “You’re really good,” he tells me. “I fuck guys with my big stick all the time.” “Then I bet your ass doesn’t get much attention.” “H’mmm?” “You know—those bottom guys don’t eat ass very often, do they?” “No…” “Stand up and bend over.” He does, his chest resting on the single bed frame. I squat on the floor and bury my face in the wide cleft between his cheeks. My tongue finds his pucker. It gives way easily against my invading tongue. “You do that really well,” he pants. “It looks like you really like eating my ass,” he continues, referring to my rock hard dick. I grunt assent. “Put it up against my hole for a minute.” I do. He pushes back. “Oh, my God! I’ve never been fucked. And you are so big.” He is taking me way too easily for that statement to be true. “Oh God, fuck me with that thing.” I do. Then his deception continues. “I’ve never ridden a cock. Can we try that?” “Sure.” I lie down on the bed. His ass swallows me up instantly. He bounces on me, jerking furiously. In no time, he’s shooting all over my chest. “Fuck, yes! Fuck me with that raw cock. Cum in my ass. Fill me up. ARGH!” He pulls off me very fast. “Wow, that’s a first.” I smile. I have not shot at all. “Wow,” he says again. “You made me do things I’ve never done before.” I just nod. Whatever story he needs to tell himself is fine with me. *** Juan and I connect immediately in the dark area. I ask how his night was. “I was always busy,” he shrugs. “But I didn’t get a single load.” I can’t believe it. He’s the one guy I know who can milk a load out of a stone. “Let’s fix that and go home.” Juan agrees and bends over. A guy wanders in and jerks as he watches us fuck. I shoot—with the load I’ve been working on for the last two and half hours. Jose clenches and milks. I clean up his hole with my tongue. “Hey,” the guy watching us says, “You guys are real whores.” We can’t help but laugh. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Kalamazoo—October, 2013 I was back at Willie’s house on a Saturday afternoon late in the month. He had hosted the breeding of the Farm Boy in September. Once again I found parking right across the street from his house, now fully decorated for Halloween. Willie let me in. I stripped off in a far corner of the living room, watching the guys (all in their mid to late 40’s) start to play. There were six of us this time. Willie, wearing a white cloth jock and sweat socks, left me to go back to sucking a dirty blond guy who carried a little extra weight. He had a hefty cock that Willie deep throated with no problem. The bottom of the day was sprawled on the ottoman in front of the sofa. He was the youngest of the bunch and someone I’d talked with online for years, but had never met. He wore a blue jock, a leather bulldog harness and boots. He got up on all fours and began sucking the hottest man in the room. The hot guy was no stranger to the gym—his hairy chest was defined and his arms bulged. His cock wasn’t huge, but, I was to learn, it was always hard and ready. The last guy—dark complexion, dark hair, and with a moderately hairy chest— seemed rather shy as he sat on the couch and jerked, watching the action unfold around him. I was down to a clean jock, and put my boots back on. Willie had told me the bottom liked leather. I opted to leave my chaps in the bag and just add the harness. I wasn’t going to still be dressing as the first cock went up that hot ass on the ottoman… I start right where I knew I would—kneeling behind the Bottom who is still giving head to the Hot Guy. His ass is spread wide in that position. My tongue can push right into his hole. The Bottom groans. So do I. His hole is just made for fucking. “You like that hole?” It’s the Hot Guy. “I fucked him so hard last night. I shot up him twice.” This makes me groan again. I can’t wait to taste load in there. I stand. I let my cock lie on the top of his now wet ass crack. “That’s a big one, fucker. Fuck him with that thing.” That’s all the encouragement I need. I push into him. I make the Bottom gasp so loud, he forgets to suck. He just concentrates on making my dick feel welcome. I give him a second, and then begin a slow pull back. The Bottom slurps the Hot Guy’s cock back into his mouth. I ramp up to a fast fucking tempo. I am fucking his head into that cock in front of him. The Hot Guy pulls out of his mouth and comes around to me. I disengage and step to the side. Hot Guy lets the shiny head of his cock rest on the already puffy hole. I spit on his cock. Hot Guy grins and pushes in. The Dirty Blond has moved into the Bottom’s mouth. Willie is sucking the Shy Guy on the couch. I move around and play with the Dirty Blond’s nipples. He jerks my wet dick. The Dirty Blond fucks him next. Then it’s me again, followed by the Hot Guy, the Dirty Blond and finally the Shy Guy. Willie is busy sucking the cock of whoever is not doing the Bottom. I clean each cock as it’s pulled out of the Bottom’s ass. *** We all take a breather and sprawl on the couch, the ottoman or the floor. The Hot Guy leans over the Bottom. “Is it all right?” he asks softly. “Yeah, you need to feel those dicks.” “I’d promised him that he could take all the loads,” Hot Guy tells us, “but I really want to get fucked today.” Dirty Blond and I look at each other. We have no problem with that at all. Hot guy starts with Dirty Blond. “Since he’s not quite as big as you,” he tells me. He bends over the end of the couch. Dirty Blond takes his time and opens him up. At the same time I get the Bottom on his back on the ottoman and fuck away. That leaves Willie giving head to the shy one. Dirty Blond pulls out with a joking “Next!” I am ready to go, but surprisingly, the Shy Guy is there and up Hot Guy before I can stop fucking. The Dirty Blond comes over and takes his place up the bottom. The Shy Guy doesn’t spend very long up the Hot Guy. I taste what the two cocks have left up the Hot Guy’s hole. He groans and tells me to eat him out. I lick and spit. When I finally start working my cock into him, I have to stop—he’s still so damn tight. I press forward. He suddenly flowers open and I glide on home. His ass feels totally different. He’s muscular and tight. I have to grab my balls and twist. I think I might cum. I recover and fuck him until he asks me to stop. Hot Guy thanks me and stretches. He is ready to fuck. Shy Guy pulls out of the Bottom. Hot Guy goes right up the well fucked hole. “Yes!” he crows and shoots up the Bottom. I clean his cock, then felch a little of the load he’s shot. Shy Guy wants to go back in. He pushes in and is really pounding the boy. “Fuck in all that cum,” I tell him. This causes the Shy Guy to shoot load two up the Bottom. He pulls out. He can’t bear the idea of my licking his cock. He dresses and leaves while I felch some of his load. When I come up for air, I see Hot Guy riding Dirty Blond’s cock as they sit on the couch. I push my cock into the sloppy hole. It feels incredible with the two loads. My big cock head pulls some out with each stroke. Dirty Blond is breathing fast. “I’m going to shoot.” “Do it,” grunts the Bottom. “Give him a load.” With permission given, Dirty Blond howls out his orgasm. Hot Guy grinds down onto him. I ramp up the fucking. I watch the Hot Guy slowly pull off the spent cock. One long strand of semen keeps them connected for a moment. That sends me over the edge. I spew every drop of seed I can up the Bottom’s grasping hole. I close my eyes and bend over him, holding on to him with all my might. I don’t know how long I stay there like that. I don’t move until I feel a hand on my ass. It’s Hot Guy. “I need to drop another load.” I move up and away from the Bottom. Hot Guy sticks his dick into all that cum and shoots the moment he feels it slime his cock. “Fuck!” Willie explodes—jerking off on the Bottom’s face. I kiss the Hot Guy. He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down. “Felch it, man. Eat all those loads.” I don’t need any encouragement… Willie and I in the photo shoot "On the Tracks" More...

Thanks! It was a great night....

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...

Thanks. It's a great party--with a great group of men...

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...