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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near home—April, 2013 He was going home. My hot butted, ex-military guy, Clark, was leaving town at the end of the month for his home down South. We had one weekend left to play. We decided to go back to the bookstore/lounge/playspace. It proved to be our best visit yet. The sexual energy is palpable from the moment we enter the darkened lounge. The sling is still up, but unoccupied. There are several men in the play cubicle. Two guys are getting sucked by two men on the floor. They stop the moment we round the corner. I unbutton and push Clark to the floor. I am in his mouth and getting hard. The other men go back to sucking the dick in front of them. One of the men reaches toward the chest of the other man getting sucked and gives his nipples a twist through the fabric of his t-shirt. Clark is getting me very hard. A shadow of a man appears beside us. Even in the dark you can see he’s built. He unzips, digs his cock out and begins stroking as he watches us. I push Clark over to the new cock. He doesn’t need much encouragement to start deep throating the newcomer. I can see him a little better now—dark blond hair, maybe late 30’s, the chest showing hours of work at the gym through the cheap cotton fabric of his tee. And this newcomer’s cock is definitely bigger than average. I find that out first hand as I kneel beside Clark. We trade his hot, wet meat back and forth. I am deep throating the guy. Clark takes the opportunity to stand up and get out of his jeans. The moment he has tossed his underwear on the floor, he pushes his bare ass towards the man. The guy plays with Clarks’ butt for a moment, then he concentrates on the blowjob. I stop sucking and pull Clark’s ass towards me. I spit on his hole and then tongue it for a moment. “Fuck me.” I stand and get my big cock up him with no problem. The newcomer is really stroking hard as he watches me plow Clark. I turn Clark’s body slightly so the guy can get a better angle. I look down at my swollen cock entering into the perfect cleft formed by Clark’s ass. The guy reaches towards me and touches my nuts. His hand travels back and feels for my hole. I bat his hand away playfully. He reaches back, more insistently, and tries to work his index finger into me. I pull away. “Fuck him. Not me.” Clark grabs my shoulders and again presents his ass to the stranger. This time, with his cock hard and dripping, he manhandles it into Clark. He fucks him hard. I brace myself against the wall, so as not to be knocked backwards with his thrusts. “Shit that’s good.” The man is fucking harder and faster. “I need to pull out.” Thrust. Thrust. “Or I’ll cum.” Thrust. Thrust. “You want this cum?” Clark doesn’t answer, but I am sure he’s squeezing his ass down on the man with all his might. “Shit.” I can just see the guy’s face contort in the half-light. His body is jerking. Clark milks him, then spins around to clean his cock and give me the loaded ass. I drop to my knees and start reaming his ass out with my tongue. I can only guess that the guy’s sensitive dick is being swabbed down by Clark’s tongue. “Shit.” The guy pulls out of Clark’s mouth and watches me eat his load from Clark’s ass. “You guys are real pigs.” He stuffs his cock back in his pants and leaves. *** Clark has a cigarette. When he gets back he finds me sprawled on the fuck block, letting a slightly stocky Cub lick my nuts while the Cub’s boyfriend (thin, nicely defined, olive skinned and with jet black hair in all the right places) is taking my cock effortlessly to the root. Clark jumps right in. He crawls on the floor to get to the Cub’s thick cock. Soon he’s on the Boyfriend’s longer, thinner dick. Then all four of us trade blow jobs. A fifth guy joins. He’s my age, a tall thin mostly top guy I recognize from the hook up sites. He’s an avid cock sucker. I really want to eat his ass, but I never quite get the chance. The other three go smoke. “I saw your ad,” the tall guy says as we move out of the play area and sit by the never used fuckbench. “Do you remember? We met a long time ago at a motel party.” I nod a ‘yes’ but I don’t remember. “I really want to fuck your boy.” “Good.” I smile. “He should be right back.” But he’s not. I’m sure he’s found something good. Eventually the Cub comes to find us. “Come on. We know the owners. He lets us play back here. He leads the way into a room with a large ‘Do Not Enter’ sign. It’s an office. And there, hunkered over in a chair is Clark getting plowed by the Boyfriend. Clark beams. The Cub tells me how hot Clark’s ass is. I agree. The boyfriend pulls out and asks me to fuck him. I don’t hesitate to get my cock out. The BF gets down on all fours on the stained rug. I eat his hole. It’s very hairy. I am now dripping precum. The Cub moves around to put his cock in his Boyfriend’s mouth. “Use lots of lube.” I do. I have to work to get in him, but it’s worth it. His ass is super tight. I have to work for every inch. I look over. Clark has the tall, thin top up his butt. I watch them plow for a moment, then I concentrate on getting the last three inches up my man. I’m home. I hold for about a count of ten. I begin a slow fuck rhythm. “You are one big mother fucker.” I ramp up the speed. “Fuck yes! Give it to me.” Then he goes back to sucking. The tall, thin top starts panting. He drops a load up Clark. He won’t let anyone clean his cock—though we are all willing. I stop fucking and eat some out of Clark’s ass. Then fuck in it for a moment. Then the Boyfriend fucks Clark. I clean some load off his cock with my tongue. Then the Cub takes a turn. Clark licks him clean as I go back to fucking the Boyfriend. “Give me your load, you fucker.” I am close. I look over at Clark sucking the Cub. And I shoot. I make more noise than I should in this office off the retail area, but none of us care at this moment. I pull out and just sit down, hard, on the carpet. The Boyfriend gets up. He runs to the Cub. It’s obviously a ritual for them. The Cub gets on his knees. I assume he’s going to felch my load, but I’m wrong. The boyfriend, barely able to contain himself, jerks off all over the head and face of the Cub. Clark rises and joins him, shooting a huge load on the Cub’ face and open mouth. Names and phone numbers are exchanged. Clark and I head home—sated. *** “Maybe you can come visit.” We are parked outside his motel. I nod. Then he tells me all the reasons why a visit to his place would be hard. I think about kissing him goodbye, but the moment passes. Maybe we’ll meet again. Some year. He’s up and out of the car. A quick wave, then he concentrates on the cigarette in his mouth, not on me. I start to wave but he’s turn to shelter the match from the wind, so I stop myself. I sigh. Then grin. And pull out of the lot and head home. More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—April, 2013 It was the second Saturday of April. That meant it was time for another of the large piss parties in Chicago. Ryan agreed to go with me. He wrote about his adventures in his blog, Spreading My Legs. I started drinking my Gator-Aide as soon as we crossed the state line. I wanted to be ready to piss. Once there, I stripped off in a hurry. My bladder was full—and there were plenty of men already there who wanted it… “Do you want my piss?” It’s barely a question. I know the answer. He’s an older sub, naked but for some flip-flops, who has been a willing receptacle every time we meet. He falls to his knees. His hands go instinctively behind his back. His mouth ovals—waiting to be fed. “Head down.” He complies, looking at the grey concrete floor. I start to piss. My first stream hits the crown of his shaved head and cascades down his back and into his ass crack. I let it play across his head for a moment, then bring his chin up with my left hand. His jaw drops. I direct the hot, pale stream right into his mouth. The look of bliss that widens across his face is almost worth the trip right there. He swallows hungrily, gurgling appreciatively. I direct the flow at one nipple, then the other, finally giving him the last of the load down his throat. I stick my half swollen dick into his mouth. He suckles the last remaining drops out of my cock. I pat his head, telling him “Good boy.” I fill my water bottle from the huge cooler sitting on the bar. The crowd is swelling early today. I see two of my favorite bottoms handing over their clothes at the coat check. Ryan is busy with David and David’s new boyfriend Chad, so I go into the dark, back corner. I sit on the ledge, sip my water and idly play with myself as I watch the projected porn on the back wall. In no time, a series of guys ask to suck my cock. I let them. Some are good, one is average, and one I have to pull off my cock and direct him to my balls so that I won’t cum. I have to tell each man that I don’t have any more piss yet. The younger of the two bottoms I saw arriving finds me. We chat for a bit. He is on the far side of thirty, with reddish blond hair, an adorable smile and a butt that can milk a cock like few others. He bends over to suck my dick, leaving it good and wet. He turns away from me and slowly sits on my cock. I reach beneath him and twist my balls. The pain stalls my cumming. I should be good for the four hours of the party now. He rides me and is extremely vocal with his enjoyment. One of the regulars comes over and hoses us down. Piss is dripping from the bottom’s chest and semi hard cock. Another guy I don’t recognize follows suit. His stream goes entirely on the bottom’s lengthening dick. I have to piss. I tell the bottom to get off me, and lean over. He does, spreading his cheeks for me. I shower him with my second piss load. The moment I am done, I kneel and lick off the piss that is clinging to the hairs of his ass crack. I plunge my tongue deep into him. I want to taste his ass and the drooling residue of my cock. I rise up to re-enter. He surprises me by standing up, turning around and kissing me, so he can taste it all too. I do the second bottom (a larger, exquisitely hairy man) bent over one of the oil drums that serve as tables in the bar. We fuck hard, rocking the drum as I plow into him. A guy I can’t really see pisses right on my cock as I’m fucking—so I’m pumping his piss up the hole. The moment he stops, someone else does the same from the other side. My guy is moaning. He gets louder each time he feels hot piss splash onto his ass. Soon I pull out. I kneel and taste this twice covered hole. My cock gets harder yet, as I lick and swallow. I stand up and deliver another round of piss all over his ass and hairy back. In the back corner, I see Ryan with David and Chad. I go over. Ryan is up Chad’s beautiful, young ass. Ryan tells me that Chad loves older guys. I can’t wait to work my way up him. Ryan pulls out. I try to push in. Chad is amazingly tight. I work in patiently. The poppers come out for Chad. I slip home. I fuck slowly, but finally Chad asks me for a break, promising more of his ass later. I hope it happens… *** I drink. Water and piss. I piss. A lot. I’m hydrated enough that I’m pissing every 15 minutes or so. I do get to fuck Chad again. Ryan is right there to clean my cock. Late in the evening, I drink a huge piss load from cute Chad. I don’t get off at the party, for I hear the plan is to go home with David and Chad. *** David lives in a great condo with an incredible view of Lake Michigan. When Ryan and I arrive, Chad is spread-eagled on the bed. While at first unresponsive, the three of us wake him up with our tongues and cock. I get to fuck all three guys, twisting into some rather acrobatic positions. But we know just how to make sure everyone is involved—cock in ass or mouth, tongue in the ass of the guy fucking, the sucker getting filled from both ends….. Then it goes bad. Chad is no longer clean…and we are exhausted. We all shower and Ryan and I fall into a welcome sleep in the spare room, arms and legs wrapped around each other. I don’t get off all night. And I don’t care. Not when the sex is that good… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... One of the things that made me buy this fuckbench was it's adaptability. The middle section can be lowered by removing a single bolt so it forms a flat, padded bench . There are stirrup attachments that connect to the legs of the bench, so the bottom's legs have support. I found I had to sit lower than usual to have access to his ass, but I was pleased with the result. I stopped taking pictures as my hands became greasy from the succession of toys and then my fingers until he took all of my right fist. Another shot of the stirrups, but with the middle section back up. I found I could leave the stirrups in place and revert back to the fuckbench mode. This shot also shows the head rest at the back for the flat position. The one thing I didn't get for this pretty incredible piece of fuck furniture are a set of hooks. They would allow me to unscrew the legs, screw in the hooks and then hang the flat bench from my sling frame. Something to save for.... And as always--thanks, Bryce for posing. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—April, 2013 Clark, my young ex-military guy, and I wasted no time in meeting up again. He was headed home at the end of the month. He told me he how he lived and worked between two military bases near his home town. He couldn’t wait to get back there, post a Craig’s List ad and get fucked by his former military brethren. “On a good night, I can have hot Navy cream pouring out of my hole.” I believed him. He was hot. He was talented—he knew how to work his ass. And he knew the guys. “Maybe you could come visit me sometime,” he added. “I’d love to have some of those guys over for you to felch.” I agreed. For now, we made do with the other top in my tiny town. He’s dependable and fun—and loves to share men as much as I do. Cam is slightly older than I, though his profile says he’s younger. He has a good sized cock and is in decent shape. He had seen Clark online and really wanted to sample that ass. We set up a time. (I had gotten the fuckbench in the mail between the time we’d been up at the bookstore and now. I’d gotten it pieced together. We took the picture you’ve all seen of Clark astride it. I had slipped up his ass for a couple of minutes, but the bench really played no part in our scene—it was set too high for the significantly shorter Cam.) We are naked. Clark is on his knees going back and forth between our dicks—lavishing more attention on the new one. Cam is hard. Really hard. He grasps Clark’s ears and fucks his mouth and throat. I lean down and twist Clark’s nipples and, once he can breathe again, pull him onto my cock. He swallows me effortlessly. Clark pulls back and spits a huge glob of that deep throat spittle onto my cock, then Hoovers it down. He gets up and kneels on the edge of the bed. He wants dick in his hole. I supply my tongue instead. He groans as I work it deep. Cam scoots in front of him for more head, splaying his legs on either side of Clark’s knees. I don’t waste much time. I have been up his hole briefly on the fuck bench. Now I want to sink in deep and stay there. I stand up and insert. He feels great, as always. His hole clutches at my cock, squeezing it down the entire length as I bottom out in his ass. I hold for a moment. Then I begin fucking. I am fucking hard enough that I push Clark forward onto Cam’s dick. It’s Cam’s turn to groan. After a time, he almost regretfully pulls Clark off his cock, and comes around to try his hole. I pull out and let Cam in. “Damn!” Cam holds a long time. I’m afraid he’s going to shoot on the spot. Then he gets it together and starts slamming against Clark’s full butt. When he’s done, I’m right there to clean Cam’s cock. His rigid dick is a great mix of precum and ass lube. I swallow greedily and enter him again. Cam lies down at a right angle on the double bed, in front of Clark. Clark swallows his cock, but it’s a rotten angle for him to take it deep. I stop. “Sit on that dick.” Clark climbs on. He loves to ride a good cock. I watch and stroke. I can’t resist kneeling down and sucking Cam’s balls, with that bouncing ass inches from my face. Then my tongue is on the shaft as it is revealed on the upstroke. My cock drools—I fucking love my face plastered against the men. Clark calls me a “dirty fucker.” But he loves it as much as I do. It’s my turn to stop stroking—I’m that close. Then it’s my turn for Clark to ride me. He settles down onto me and grins at me from above. Cam gets a hasty drink of water and watches my big cock cleave into the fullness of Clark’s ass. The hole is milking me hard. I meet his ass, fucking up as hard as he is bouncing on me. Finally, he pulls up too high and I plop out of his hole. We try the sling, after I lower it. But it’s not doing it for us—Cam is still on his toes as he fucks and I’m doing deep knee bends Clark jumps out and gets back on all fours, ass right at the edge of the bed. Cam is up him instantly. He fucks and suddenly stops. He holds and holds. “I was bad. I just shot a load up there.” Silently. Without a sound of any kind. He knows the drill better than anyone. He pulls out slowly, the moment I kneel at Clark’s ass. His cock goes right into my mouth. It’s frothy with cum. I clean him—every scrap of load goes down my throat. I find a little on Cam’s balls and lick that off as well. Then it’s the main course. A strand of semen is leaking out of his ass. I start low and scoop upward with my tongue, capturing it all. My hands pull his cheeks slightly apart. My tongue pushes into his hole. Fuck—Cam shot big. I lick and swallow a large amount. I clean and savor it all. The rest of the clean-up starts slow. I polish his hole with my constantly moving tongue inside and out to get all of the cum. I swallow again. I keep finding more. My speed picks up as I stroke my cock and eat him out. I’m there—on the brink. Shit! I stand up and push into Clark roughly, but just in time. I glide home on the remnant of Cam’s load. I unload, holding onto his ass for dear life…. “You don’t get to eat this one. I want this one to go home in me.” I am in total agreement. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near My Home—April, 2013 “My boy and I will be back at the video club by 10pm tonight. He wants both his holes used, while I will need to be serviced when he’s busy with others. See you there.” We were going back—back to the bookstore/video lounge/playspace in the biggest city near us. Both of us wanted his ass used. I really wanted to eat some load from that hot butt of his again. I posted the ad on BBRT mid-day. I proceeded to chat up a number of guys who I thought might like to use Clark. After I’d picked him up at his residence motel, he told me he’d been texting to a few tops in the city. Now, if they would just show up. We walked in five minutes after 10pm. The set-up had changed slightly. The round table in the corner was still there for conversation. There were still two televisions. But no longer did one play straight porn, now both were gay—one rather vanilla and one rather leatherish. The small cubicles had been taken down and a sling hung in that back corner. The large cubicle with gloryholes was still there. There was also a three foot high wooden cube against the back wall which was suitable for Clark to be bent over and plowed. Maybe twelve guys were there: a few to play, many to watch. Clark went to have a cigarette and I had my cock sucked by an older man who had more enthusiasm than technique. I sucked a hot guy from the local university. He shot down my throat while his fists pounded on my shoulders and the wall behind me. When I stood up, I found Clark around the corner, his mouth on a thick beer can of a dick. When the guy moved off, Clark got up and joined me. I smiled at him. “Take your pants off.” He did. My tongue is up his butt. I revel in his freshly showered taste, while counting on the fact I will taste the progression of dick after dick in his hole. That thought makes my cock drool. I stand up and swipe my cockhead down the valley of his ass. Clark is naked but for his shoes, his clothes tucked neatly between the cube and the wall. We’ve drawn a crowd to watch the fuck. I bend to spit on his hole, then let a long strand of drool fall on my hard cock. I coat myself with it. And push into him. “Fuck. Yeah.” I fuck him noisily. The beer can dicked guy, who Clark was sucking earlier, pushes his way through the crowd and sticks it back in his mouth. Our thrusts sync up. We look at each other across the naked man, our hips pumping in rhythm. I offer him Clark’s ass. He looks down at my cock savaging Clark’s butt. He nods, but as he pulls out of Clark’s mouth, he shoots. His cum spurts all over the grubby, tiled floor. Wasted. He swats Clark on the back and moves off, shoving his dick in into his designer shorts and buttoning up his jeans. I fuck for a time, then Clark wants a break. I watch porn. Idly jerking. In no time, Clark is back from outdoors, with a fuckbud of mine. Joe, is slight, with a generous cock. He is just younger than I, and is happy to bottom for guys who are older than he, while he tops guys who are younger. His hair is thinning. His mouth is in a perpetual grin. He has introduced himself to Clark outside. Clark strips down again while Joe and I hug. I suck his cock a bit. As soon as Clark’s bent over the cube, I push Joe in his direction. Joe stands back—a look of admiration for the furry butt in front of him is all over his face. I’ve left a lot of spit on his cock and he enters Clark easily. “Oh, yeah,” sighs Joe. “Where did you find him?” I shrug as I move into Clark’s mouth. Guys start filtering back to watch the live porn instead of the stuff on the tiny screens. I let Clark take as much of me as he can down his throat. His mouth is hot; his tongue is in constant motion around my flared cock head. Joe has his head thrown back, as if he doesn’t dare watch his cock go up Clark’s grasping butt. There are hands tweaking my nipples through my shirt and hands on my ass. One of the spectators is kneeling, watching Joe’s cock open Clark up. “Switch.” I grunt the word. Joe nods and pulls out. He waits for me to get to him. He knows I love to clean his cock when he pulls out of a hot, clean hole. I am right there. I take him to the root. I love the taste of the hole I’d started rimming, now awash with precum, spit and ass lube. As much as I love it, I don’t linger. I stand up and slip my cock up him. Joe pushes into Clark’s mouth at the same time. Clark is in pig heaven. He slurps noisily. I hear someone shoot behind me, but I don’t know who or where. We find a different kind of fuck rhythm—Joe is all the way in as I am pulling out. Shit, this is exactly what I wanted. “Let me back up him.” I pull out and take the taste of his ass right to Clark’s mouth on my wet dick. He greedily cleans my cock. He pauses as Joe sinks home in his butt. We fuck into him relentlessly. We switch one more time before Clark asks for a breather. I spend the break eating Joe’s ass. Smoother, flatter, but with a lot of hair right around the hole. While my face is buried up his butt, I feel a mouth on my cock. Someone has wormed their way in down there between me crouched over and the cube—and is sucking the best he can in the cramped space. A group of twenty-somethings enter with a bottle of wine. I can’t see them, but I can sure hear them. They want to do no more than drink at the round table by the door. Clark comes back and strips. Joe is up him first. I continue to eat Joe’s butt on the back stroke, until I’m afraid he’ll split my lip with the brute fucking he’s giving Clark. I get back up him. Joe’s phone goes off—he has to go home. Now. With no load. I sigh. I can get no one else to fuck him. They all want to be in his place. “Let’s do the sling.” He jumps up into it. I am just entering him, as the owner brings the twenty-somethings on a tour of the playspace. One of them shrieks in mock terror as he sees me fucking. Another covers his eyes in a grossly exaggerated manner as he goes by us. Two others stop and watch---until the fifth one pushes them to follow the two queens. The whole mood has changed. “We need to leave,” mumbles Clark. I nod. “Give me a minute and you can have my load. I have to concentrate very hard with the sounds of slightly sloshed laughter now coming from the front of the room, but eventually I unload…deep in that hot ex-military ass. This was taken our first meet---but just a reminder of his hot ass.... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The bondage attachment has not gotten much of a work out yet. It forms a T frame at the end of the bench. Here Bryce awaits my pleasure. There are numerous D rings to attach your boy securely in place. We will use it for flogging, but not on the day these pictures were taken. Here he is arched out, waiting for my tongue or cock. Or piss. I use this position quite a bit on the sling frame, but the bondage extension will make it easier. I usually blindfold the man. I sometimes use a paddle--not hard enough to really inflict pain, but to get blood circulating in his ass--to heighten sensation. A paint stirrer (free from your local hardware) is also useful for a totally different feeling on that hot ass. I also like to work pits and nips from this position. And it's a straight shot for my cock. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—April, 2013 I thought I’d written about him before. Jake is a great fisting bottom, a guy who also loves for me to pull his nut sack tight— until the skin goes all shiny— and then for me to hit the taut flesh as hard as I can. But I if I have spoken of him, I didn’t code it correctly, for when I call up “fisting” in the topic cloud, there are no entries that deal with him. No mention of his thick PA-ed cock, or his huge, pierced nipples or all the bejeweled piercings on his balls and perineum, which must surely set off alarms at airports the world over. He is likely my age, but he could be five years or so, on either side of it. I first got a fist up him in a bathhouse in the early 1990’s. We have no real history—beyond almost 20 years of sporadic play. At first we always met in the sad excuse of the bathhouse in Grand Rapids. I’d see his shock of prematurely grey hair in the sling, and know I was in for some good hole work that night. He loved my cock, of course, but needed more. I could get into his hole with ease after I fucked him and used a couple of his large toys on his ass. He especially loved the finale--where I used alternating hands. “You do it in rhythm, you know,” he told me afterwards. “You are the only man I know who fists me in 4/4 time.” I had to think about it, but damned if he wasn’t right. After I was a widower, the play happened at my house. I would get a text every six months or so and he would ask if the sling was up and if I had free time. I was pretty sure I was a good escape (perhaps from a very vanilla boyfriend)—just as I’d used those Grand Rapids bathhouse trips to escape my partner’s drinking binges. We’d meet, catch up, play and promise to do it again—sooner rather than later—but it was always seemed to be at least half a year before we could arrange schedules again. Then I heard nothing from him for a whole year. But at the top of April I received a message: could we meet on his way home from a meeting in Detroit? We could… I am in the playroom, idly watching the fisting porn I put on for background noise. Jake is just out of the shower. In moments I hear him on the steps. The door opens and he sits next to me on the bed, still slightly hot and damp from the tub. I reach for his cock. He stops me. “We need to talk.” “Okay.” “A year ago, my Doctor told me, almost as an afterthought, that I’d tested positive.” He looks at me in the mirror across the room instead of turning towards me. “I didn’t want to play again until I’d gotten my viral load down to undetectable.” I nod. “You’d always said you played with a lot of undetectable guys.” Jake pauses a moment. “Are you fine with this?” I nod again. “It’s safer for me to play with guys who have things under control. The dangerous ones are the guys who claim to be negative, but are so petrified they never get tested and have no real idea of their status.” He finally smiles. “I would love to finally feel you bare, but I understand if you don’t want to…” I don’t answer. I pull him over on his side, his ass by the edge of the bed. I slip to the floor. I pull his cheeks apart and my tongue finds his hole. “Fuck, I’ve missed that,” he mutters into the pillow. I can’t get deep enough. “On your knees,” I tell him. He complies and my tongue sinks to new depths. Jake groans. I grease my dick slightly as I eat him out. I can’t wait to have him feel me raw in his ass. Seemingly, he can’t either. “Stick that raw cock up me. Fuck me with that big raw dick…Aw, FUCK!” My dick is home. I hold it in place. Slowly I pull it out. Leaving just the head. I push in. I hold again. I pull out, even slower. I start fucking fast and hard. Jake is breathless in his pleasure. The sound of my hips on his upturned ass fills the room. “Fuck me in the sling. I want to watch your face as you plow me.” That’s an easy request to obey. But first, I spend a long time on my knees, tasting his freshly fucked hole. His ass is pink and hot. He is a copious self-luber—and I love the taste of his hole after I’ve been in it. I eat him until my cock demands to go back into Jake. I slip into him. He barely grunts now. But the look on his face is ecstatic. I fuck him harder. I give one smack to his balls, but he pulls them from me. They don’t seem to be on the menu today. I fuck until I need a breather. And damned if I don’t finish him off with alternating both hands into him in 4/4 time. More...

Thank you. With my screenname, it should come as no surprise that I love to eat fully loaded ass.....

I rode it myself when I made my give me a good rimming....it's nicely padded.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—April, 2013 I have already recorded my experiences at the end of April when I went to CLAW, but I had a lot of other play during the month before I took off to Cleveland. My Ex-Military guy was still in town. Clark and I wanted to hook up again, but he really hoped we could find someone else to fuck him, too. I was not opposed to sharing his hole—I loved to see him loaded. I was certainly up for a good felch before I added my own load to his hot ass. The problem was that we were playing at my place and I only know two other tops in the area. We were playing in the evening--so that eliminated Cam, the cheating husband. I sent a text to the other man. Ron responded enthusiastically. He’d seen Clark online and wanted a crack at his ass. We are all naked. Ron has his cock in Clark’s mouth. Clark is on his knees, sucking noisily. I am standing behind him. I beat my cock on his shoulder, on his cheek, and on Ron’s cock as I wait for my turn in Clark’s hot mouth. Ron is almost giddy. He can’t believe his good fortune. “It’s been weeks since I got off. I’m gonna shoot buckets.” I remind him we are in no hurry. It’s my turn in Clark’s mouth. I hold his head and fuck into him. This makes him squirm. He really wants these cocks in his ass. Ron lies down on the bed, stroking, as he watches me fuck Clark’s face. His hand is moving rapidly over his very average sized dick. “Go sit on that,” I tell Clark, pointing at Ron. Clark straddles him, standing on the mattress, and slowly lowers his generous ass onto the red dick below him. He gets his legs under him, and then begins fucking himself. I kneel down by the edge of the bed and lean in to lick Ron’s balls. In no time I move up so I am licking at the shaft disappearing into Clark. My cock drips. I am so fucking turned on by seeing him used by another man. Not to mention the taste of Clark’s ass all over Ron’s enflamed cock. When Clark rolls off Ron, I pull him around so he’s on all fours, with Ron’s cock right in face. I enter his ass roughly. I fuck him hard. Ron shoves his cock into Clark’s mouth. I fuck hard enough to make Ron’s dick go deeper down his throat. We break. I take a long drink from my water bottle. Clark is getting in the sling. Ron is right there to get him into the stirrups. Clark takes a hit of poppers and tells Ron to fuck him. I watch for a moment. Then grab the camera and take a couple of pictures. I even crawl under the sling and take a couple of shots from below. When Ron pulls out, I’m right there. My tongue goes deep into his fucked hole. I savor the taste and swallow. He tastes so good it makes my cock ache. I scramble up and insert. Clark grunts his pleasure. “Ram it, fucker.” Ron is standing at the side of the sling, stroking. I am now standing still—pushing and pulling Clark onto my cock. “Shit. I’m gonna cum.” Ron shoots all over Clark’s chest. I sigh. So much for a good felch. I mop it up with my right hand and smear my cock with his jizz. It changes the feel of Clark’s hole. It was good before, but now it is truly silky. It’s my turn to sigh. I have slowed my stroke, long dicking him each time. Ron dresses and leaves, having been there for under 30 minutes. Clark wonders if Ron might have a second load and calls after him. I shrug, and tell Clark he would have stayed if he did. Clark laughs and decides he was kind of boring. I shrug. “I’m fucking in a great load.” And I am. I fuck and rim for a good hour more—tasting the frothy mix regularly— until I shoot my own load up his grasping butt. More...

I'm happy to let you rim me----but that's a warm-up. You'd end up bred.

Click the "original post" link--there are so many more pictures of it in use....I don't know why they didn't make the post here.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The newest addition to my playroom is the fuckbench. Notice the extra padding. Even I have tried it out for a good rimming session. It really is comfortable. Also, I like the handles for the bottom to grip onto. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northwest Ohio—March, 2013 “My Master is looking for others tops. Do you like the look of my Black ass?” I was chatting on the rather vanilla hook-up site. I clicked on the picture from the sender. I did indeed like the full, round ass that winked back at me. His dark skin looked even darker with the white shirt he was wearing. “Absolutely,” I typed back. He gave me the time and location of the motel. Then: “I like my Master to call me names. U ok with that?” I was pretty sure I knew where this was going. “Oh?” I responded innocently. “I serve him better if he calls me a Black bitch. Or a fucking N------.” “If that’s what you like, I’m fine with that.” “U think you can do that 2?” I sent back a sentence loaded with racial name calling. He replied with: : - ) !!!! I signed off and went to pack my lube…. The Master answers the door. He’s a big bear, about my age or just slightly older. He is big, but it’s not fat. He’s stocky in the best sense of the word. Hair swirls all over his barrel chest—the kind of unruly hair I want to comb with my teeth. He is wearing a leather vest, boots and a leather jock. He grins when he sees me. “That’s the faggot there.” He points to the far bed. The boy is on all fours, his voluptuous ass pointing towards me. I walk over to him. I shift my bag to my left hand and let my right run down his ass crack. He looks around at me. He is about 30. He’s is also stocky but a little softer than his Master. He smiles. I swat his ass playfully, but with enough sting to hear it reverberate in the small room. I drop the bag under the clattering hangers of the closet rod. I start to strip. The Master can’t take his eyes off me. He watches, playing idly with the boy’s ass crack as I get down to a jock and then put my combat boots back on. “Get him hard, N------!” The boy springs to life. He gets on his knees and begins mouthing the pouch of my jock. He’s hungry for my cock. The Master leans in and twists my all but nonexistent nipples. With all the attention, I am boning fast. I pull myself out of the jock. “Open up, boy,” I tell him. I plunge my cock into his mouth. “Take that man to the root, boy. Suck him like you mean it. Use those big lips of yours…” The boy is eager enough, but when anything derogatory comes out of his Master’s mouth, he re-doubles his efforts. I am soon hard and dripping. “Get on all fours,” I tell him. I want to sink my face into those cheeks, just as I first saw him. He gets back up on the bed. I pull his cheeks apart and begin rimming him. “Can I use poppers, Sir?” The Master grunts his assent. I hear the bottle open. He takes a huge hit. Now his foul mouth starts going. “Eat my Black mancunt. Spit in it. Tell me it’s good and hot….” He only stops when he inhales another hit from the big brown bottle. I stand up before the litany begins again. I watch him screw the cap on—then I push my cock into his wet and sloppy hole. “Sir, YESSIR!” His Master grabs his neck and holds him in place for me. “Pound his Black hole.” I don’t need much encouragement. He’s a great fuck. I am fucking him with long strokes--savoring the feel of his hot tunnel. I can’t get in as deep into him as I like, his voluptuous ass cheeks won’t let me. He is still howling or telling me to cum. Really? He must be used to pump and dumps. I pick up the pace and really fuck him hard. The sound of my hips slamming his soft butt cheeks fills the room. It makes the Master grope the front of his leather pouch. “I want to see you fuck him,” I tell the older man. He works his cock out of the leather as he comes around to my side of the bed. He has an average cock. The head is as red as I’ve seen on any dick. He’s more than ready. Words come out of the Master’s mouth (which make me silently wince) but the boy eats it up. He reaches back and spreads his ass cheeks, telling him to fuck his “big white dick into him.” I watch and stroke. The boy is so busy doing poppers I don’t want to get in his way trying to put my cock in his mouth. When the Master pulls out, I clean his cock. He smiles, then kisses me. We have a moment. I plunge back into the upturned ass of the boy. He reaches under the pillow and sprays some Maximum Impact into a cheap wash cloth. He huffs. His speech is slurred as he tells me to breed his black hole. He reaches for the poppers—and he slumps over. I pull out of his hole. He’s out. The Master moves around to his head and calls him by name. We get no response. I lightly slap his cheek. Still no response. The Master shakes him. The boy says something that neither of us can make out. He rolls over and begins to babble in some language of his own. The Master holds him, all role play gone. In a minute or so, he is back with us—not remembering anything about what just happened. But he has a splitting headache. He curls up. We tell him to rest. I think he actually falls asleep. The Master takes my hand and leads me to the double bed nearest the door. “I want to eat your hole out, hot man.” I don’t object. I get on all fours. He eats me loudly and enthusiastically. He is terrific. I sit on his face. He gets his ever moving tongue deeper up me yet. I take a turn eating his hole, through the forest of fur. We clean pits. And kiss. Deeply. Tasting the depths of each other’s mouth. We have a great time while the boy dozes. A knock. A local school teacher has come to breed the boy. We rouse him. He seems totally recovered. He’s had this man many times before. We watch the teacher’s bigger than average cock take the boy from behind. He cums fast. The boy cleans his cock as I felch some of the load. I share it with the Master in a wet, sloppy kiss. This makes the teacher get hard again. He fucks another load into the boy. I don’t felch this time. I want to fuck in the creamy load, looking extra white as it leaks out of his Black ass. I push some escaping cum back into him with the head of my cock. My shaft follows. I am more than ready. I unload noisily. The Master holds me from behind as I let my cock marinate in his hot ass. The teacher leaves as I get dressed. I turn down an offer to spend the night. As I leave, I hear the Master tell the boy to get his fat Black ass up and to sit on his face. I close the door as the boy lets out a deep sigh. He thanks his Master over and over for letting those white men breed him. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago--May, 2013 I had to get up early the next morning, after just 2 and a half hours sleep, to settle the hotel bill and get Bob on the road. I tried to sleep after he left, but I could only doze fitfully. I finally gave up, packed and decided to hit the road. The Gladiator had hoped I’d come back to his room to say goodbye, but I was sure he wouldn’t be up at 9:30am. I had left him at 4:00am still fucking and looking for loads. I followed my luggage down to my car and got it packed. The doorman insisted on lifting the sling bag. He muttered to himself from the moment he hefted it to the moment he slammed the lid of the trunk. Leather men don’t travel light. (I’d met another IML-er on my arrival who had told the crowd waiting for the elevator that he “had to get a lighter fetish” as he wheeled his three giant suitcases amongst us.) The sun was trying to peer through the clouds as I got behind the wheel. I started the engine. The disc in the player trumpeted the triumphal opening to a Vivaldi Gloria. And I did feel rather triumphant. I’d never done a full on IML and I’d had a great time with more hot men than I could possibly count, with a lot of varied play. I smiled and kicked up the volume a notch as I merged into traffic with my personal ‘end credit music’ blaring. And damned if the sun didn’t came out on cue, too. * The summer is my busiest time of year. It will be harder to post, and worse, to do much play. The good news is I had a very active April and May which I have not written up yet. I have also taken a lot of pictures of the improvements to the play room—So, I think I’ll have plenty to write about. I hope you will all stick around for that. * I found this picture by accident this morning. It was taken May 28, 2008.  It is the moment before-- --and the moment I fucked my first ass bareback since 1983. More...

We are close enough--I'd love to find out in person.

The piss scene that night was very brief.....it was all about rutting. I did not play anymore at IML.

That's a tall order....I hope you have the skills to back that claim up.

It was such a great way to end IML. Thanks for your kind words (though you could thank me with that cute ass, too.)

Thanks......I hope you read on about the other days--all of IML was great.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 I’m ready to get off myself and go home from the last Tony Serrano sex party. It’s then that the hottest man of the night makes an entrance…he’s not classically good looking, but he reeks of sex. He’s dressed in some leather of the new type that is inspired by gladiator gear. His features are sharp, his hair has product, his skin is tanned. His arms are sinewy if not huge. Maybe 30. Maybe 45. Or anywhere in between. One of the tops I’ve shared hole with all night saunters by. “He’s a pig. You need to have him.” I know I do. My cock, soft a moment ago, is telling me I have to pry that beautiful butt apart. Gladiator puts his water bottle down on the table near the couch. He turns around and comes face to face with me. He stops. I stay still. He comes slowly to me, our eyes locked. We are close, almost nose to nose. He kneels in front on me and looks up into my face. “Sir…?” His hands instinctively go behind his back. I take my cock out of my damp, used jock and put it into his mouth. “Here, boy.” He takes my cock hungrily. He’s good. He knows just what to do to get my oversized meat pleasured. Eventually Gladiator looks up at me, asking how he did with just his heavy lidded eyes. I nod. I come down to his level and we kiss for the first time. I taste my cock on his tongue. I spit the saliva I’ve collected back into his mouth. He groans deep in his throat. He stands up for me to suck his cock. I do no more than lick the head of his multi-cockringed dick. I grab his hips and turn him around so I can get to his hairy ass. He bends a little. A cock sucker is kneeling right there to suck the cock I pass up. He starts sucking. The Gladiator uses this man’s shoulders to brace himself. He can now bend over farther. He pushes his hairy crack into my mouth. I run my tongue up and down the valley of his ass. I connect with his pucker. It opens with the probing of my tongue. I tongue him deeply, heaping saliva into his hole. My cock is telling me to get in there. I stand. He swings around— he wants to taste his ass in my mouth. I meet his tongue with my own. Keeping our mouths locked together I back him towards the couch. I tell him to bend over the arm of the couch. I spit on my cock and enter him for the first time that night. He’s tight. He knows how to squeeze and stroke my cock as I fuck. I think I’m going to cum much too fast. I tell him. “No.” He stands up and pulls off me. He turns to me and kisses me deeper yet. “Come to my room,” he whispers. My eyes water for a moment. I can think of nothing I’d rather do. I find my coverall and grab it. I tell Bob what I’m doing. He’s thrilled—for he’s taking a top back to our room. I go to find the Gladiator. He is fucking a young man on the couch. I smile and wait for him to finish his display of versatility. * We are alone in his room, several floors down. The Gladiator has turned on only one dim light. The room has a large white bed, a loveseat filled with leather gear and a desk full of electronics. The door has been left open. I stand at the foot of the bed. My hands are behind my head. His face is buried in my right pit. The sweat of the evening is a heady smell to both of us. He cleans me thoroughly with his tongue, then kisses me deeply. The acridness makes us grind our mouths together. He goes for my left, at the same time pushing the back of my head so my face is cleaning his. This time the kiss is electric as we swap tastes. I pull out and flop on the bed. “Sit on my face.” He clambers up and sits astride me. My tongue is back up his now fucked hole. I can’t get enough. But he can’t sit still. He eventually slides off so we can kiss. “Do you like your ass eaten?” I nodded. He flips me over and then pulls me up into a downward dog. The scruff on his face feels great. He throws me his expensive brand of poppers. I take a hit. Oh, Jesus. His tongue is probing me. Hard. There is actually a tenth of a second where I think I’d be fine with him fucking me. It passes. I want to do the fucking myself. I roll onto my back. He crawls up and over me, crushing me with his weight in his eagerness to kiss my mouth. I don’t know whose drool of precum is being mashed between our twisting bodies. “Please,” I choke out after I can’t take any more of his tongue. “Let me fuck you.” He slides off the tall bed. It’s a great height for me to stand and enter him. I do. I fuck him hard. Again, I think I’m close. There is someone else in the room. A well put together Cub. He sucks my cock the moment I pull out of the Gladiator. Gladiator turns around, catches what is happening to me, and smiles at me. The Cub will fit right in. Gladiator gets down on the floor and we all exchange blow jobs until one of the bottoms from the party wanders in. He hops up on the bed, presenting his ass. I push the Cub towards the new bottom. He is up him instantly. I re-enter my boy. “One rule,” the Gladiator tells the other two. “Whatever he says, we do.” I look at him. “That’s right, Daddy. Use us.” The temperature of the room climbs. We fuck side by side on the bed. “Switch,” I tell the Cub. He gratefully enters the Gladiator and I fuck the power bottom. When we tire, I join the other couple in a sloppy kiss. The power bottom stays where he is. We re-couple and fuck the first ass we had, then switch once more when I tell them. Another man has arrived--a thin, gorgeous, 20 something otter—hairy in all the right places. It’s peeking out from around his leather jock and all under his harness. The three of us are on this boy in a heartbeat. Gladiator goes to kiss him. I nod to the Cub, who pulls the boy’s ass towards him so the boy has to arch his back. The Cub spits on his dick and enters him. The boy grunts and squeals. Not in protest but in surprise. Gladiator holds onto him, talking him through the fuck. He tells the boy each of us are going to fuck him. The boy looks down at me and tries to squirm away. The Cub and Gladiator hold on to him as the Cub keeps plowing. Pleasure takes over on the boy, and he gives in to the Cub’s dick. I turn the boy around and let the Gladiator up him. He eagerly fucks the boy, in the middle of the room, while the Cub and I hold unto each of his arms. The Gladiator doesn’t want his ass for long, he wants to see me long dick the boy. I go around to his ass. I lube up and insert my head into his well fucked hole. “Oh. God. Damn.” He grunts out. We can all tell he’s never had anything so big up him. He wants it—but does he want it enough? Held in place, he seems to have little choice. I push into him. Slowly. I bang the head of my cock against his second sphincter. I hold. I push. “ARGHHH.” I’m in. And fucking. “Fuck me with that log,” he gasps. I do. I am caught up in the theatrics of the moment. I catch our reflection in the window. It’s better than any porn. We are interrupted by full street clothed tourists. We tell them to strip or leave. They leave. I look at the Cub. “Open this boy’s hole.” They go to the bed, where the forgotten power bottom is still in position. The Gladiator starts for the bed, but I pull him to the bathroom. “Knees.” Before he can fully open my first spit of piss shoots across his face. He swallows greedily. I let another spurt go. We kiss after this one. “Do my ass.” I bend him over jerk for second to get totally hard, insert and send a river up his hole. His fist beats on the vanity top with each pulse of piss up his ass. When we are done, we spend longer than we should away from the others, kissing and holding each other. When we go out, Gladiator is ready to top. I tell him to take the boy. The Cub and I share the power bottom. We switch off. We each take a turn on any hole that wants a cock. More people come in. “You can stay if you fuck this boy, I tell the three men.” They all start stripping. * It’s late. This started over two hours ago and I was tired then. My cock is beginning to rebel. But I know what will get me hard. I find the Gladiator fingering some roided muscle guy. “Come here.” He’s right there. “I have to go.” “Breed me first?” I nod. We go to the unoccupied side of the bed. We shut out the couple sucking on the couch. And the otter boy getting plowed by someone new. Even the Cub, who has taken over fisting the roided guy. We kiss. I put him on his back. I need to look into his face. His legs fly up to my shoulders. We kiss. I push in. I fuck incredibly slowly. Savoring him. I am all the way in. Our kiss breaks. “Oh, fuck…” I stop his mouth with my tongue. I don’t want anyone else in the room to know what’s happening to us at that very moment… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 I walked back to the overflow hotel, feeling great after my scene with the Master and his slave. When I got to the room, I asked Bob if his Tom of Finland-esque trick had ever showed. Oh, he had he told me, the guy was tweaking and never able to get hard. Bob got rid of him as fast as he could. Undeterred, he had a new man coming in just moments. Sure enough, there was a knock on the door. Frank was a tall, jeans and tee shirt kind of guy. His broad face was half covered by a full beard. He told us he wasn’t a leather man, just a top taking advantage of all the horny bottoms in town. Bob liked the sound of that. Bob is on his knees giving head—not something he cares much about. Once Frank’s hard, sporting a nice, slightly above average cock, Bob gets in the sling. No rimming for Frank. He just pushes into Bob’s always wet hole. He is deep and thrusting. I head for the bedroom. “You don’t have to leave on my account.” I come back in and sit on the couch, watching the fuck. Nothing fancy. Just hard thrusting. Bob loves it as much as Frank. He unloads in no time. He keeps his cock in Bob’s ass for a moment, then pulls out with a slight sucking sound. “Don’t use that towel,” Bob says stopping Frank in mid-reach.” He’ll want to clean you off.” I’m right there, on my knees in front of the man. Frank really likes the idea that I’m going to clean him up. I take him in my mouth, suckling him clean for as long as he can stand it. Then I turn around and go for the white load seeping from Bob. Frank really likes that idea and murmurs appreciatively, “Eat my cum load.” I do. It’s thick and salty. “I was just thinking about dinner,” I mutter as my tongue goes back in. Frank leaves. I eat a real meal. Bob had decided to go through with his Gangbang party tonight for he’d gotten a lot of interest that day. At least I had gotten him to put a two hour time limit on when everyone had to arrive. I was curious to see how many of the 20 + guys who had responded would show up. It starts well. Two tops, a couple I know from the piss party, are here in the first 15 minutes. Jim and John love Bob’s furry ass. Bob is in the sling and the older (50’s) one, John, is right up him. He holds a popper bottle to his nose constantly. Then the younger (40’s) one, Jim, takes his turn up the ass. He sprays some Maximum Impact into a rag and holds it in his teeth the entire time he’s fucking. They trade again. I notice John’s erection flagging from all the poppers. I fuck for a moment. Then, while Jim is fucking, John switches to MI. He huffs the rag. He passes out right on his feet. The v formed by the side of the sling frame catches him, as does Jim—who seems to be expecting it. I go for a chair but I can’t get him out from around the sling frame and the mirror. Jim just stays in Bob hole, slapping John’s face to bring him round like it is the most natural thing in the world. When he wakes, John denies he was every out. The fuck never recovers. They take off. So much for hour one. A very young Hispanic man, with a few extra pounds, arrives. He strips and demands head. Since Bob is in the sling, I volunteer. He never gets hard. I know I’m better than that. He asks for the bathroom, pisses, and tells us this is not his scene. He takes off the moment he is dressed. No one else arrives in remaining 45 minutes. I refrain from saying “I told you so.” We dress and I take him to Tony Serrano’s sex open house. It’s the same set-up: bar right by the door, the breathtaking view of the city from the floor to ceiling windows, the sling, the low bed and the plastic lined floor. But there is a change. The guys are playful from the moment we arrive. John and Jim and there. They are fucking some twink in a blue jock. I get Bob right into the sling, as soon as he’s stripped off his coverall. We fuck hard, making noise and creating excitement. J and J take turns on Bob while I find fresh ass. Then two more tops arrive. Every bottom in the room can have one. By the time the five of us are looking for fresh ass, it’s there. The room is now packed—Even the Hispanic who couldn’t get hard at our place is there looking to fuck. A few moments: One: A very young couple is fucking in the sling. His partner is fucking him bare, but anyone else goes up him covered. He’s cute. I decide I’d be happy to cover for a crack at his ass. His partner tells me I can fuck him if I condom up. I select a bright red one so they can all see it. The Boyfriend approves and even lubes my covered cock for me. My cock is so tight in a standard condom I can barely stand it, but I start to work my way into the boy. He’s never had anyone my size—or at least not for a long time. I am inching in ever so slowly. “Stop. Right now.” It’s some blond headed friend of the bottom who’d watched me fuck Bob raw. “Pull out!” I look at the Boyfriend—expecting him to tell the busybody that it’s fine. He says nothing. I continue working my cock into place. “I have one on.” “No. Show me.” There’s going to be no peace until I do. I pull out. He can’t or won’t see it. My cock is not flame red usually, asshole. I peel it off and toss it at the blond, hitting him between his pecs and go to find some raw ass. Two: The most beautiful young man is kneeling on the bed. Blond, muscled and with two gorgeous tattoos on his shaved chest. He’s taken every top in the room without changing position. I will be number 7 or 8. I kneel behind him, the angles are all wrong with my long legs. “Let’s get off this bed.” He looks reluctant until he takes a good look at my cock. I take him to a chair. “Now kneel in it.” He does, his full ass presented to the entire room. I slide in perfectly. “Christ!” I don’t stop. I fuck him hard. There is literally a line forming behind me. All the tops who had him before come back for an easier fuck, and a number of new arrivals queue up to take their turn. An hour later, the beautiful young man finds me to thank me for getting him on to the chair. Three: Bob gets out of the sling, fresh from another fuck by me. A new guy hops in. Nothing special to look at. I start rimming. I stop and look up at him. “Have you got a load?” “Yeah. How can you tell?” Other than my tongue is covered in some man’s cum? But I don’t say anything. I just enjoy eating a little more out of his freshly fucked hole and then fucking in the smoothest, creamiest hole of the night. Four: It’s late. The gorgeous one is going home. He needs to get off. He finds me and takes me to a dark corner. He kneels in front of me. “Just put your cock in my mouth.” I do. He jerks furiously at his own cock as he sucks me. In seconds he explodes all over my boots. He kisses my cock tip and looks up at me—looking even younger than his 30-ish years. He says simply “Thank you.” Five: I’m ready to get off myself and go home. It’s then that he makes an entrance…he’s not classically good looking, but he reeks of sex. He’s dressed in some leather of the new type that is inspired by gladiator gear. His features are sharp, his hair has product, his skin is tanned. His arms are sinewy if not huge. Maybe 30. Maybe 45. Or anywhere in between. One of the tops I’ve shared hole with all night saunters by. “He’s a pig. You need to have him.” I know I do. My cock, soft a moment ago is telling me I have to pry that beautiful butt apart. Gladiator puts his water bottle down on the table near the couch. He turns around and comes face to face with me. He stops. I stay still. He comes slowly to me, our eyes locked. We are close, almost nose to nose. He kneels in front on me and looks up into my face. “Sir…?” His hands instinctively go behind his back. I take my cock out of my damp, used jock and put it into his mouth… Continued in: IML Day Three Late Night Pig Sex with the Gladiator. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 I tried to sleep late, but even with my earplugs and leather blindfold, I woke up earlier than I wanted. After a quick breakfast, I went back to the vendor mart again as Bob started a clean out regime that was hampered by a slow drain in the bathtub. I found nothing I really needed to buy, but had a good conversation with my friends from The Leather Man. When I got back to the room, Bob was excited. A f-bud of mine was coming over. A guy Bob had not accepted for the Friday night party—even though I told him he had a dick thicker than mine. Syd knocks on the door, almost before Bob is done telling me he’s coming. I answer. Bob gets right in the sling, saying hello from there. Syd is likely the same age as I, though he looks a little older with his salt and pepper hair, and much more weathered face. He is 5’ 9”, and in decent shape. He strips down and instantly kneels to rim Bob. I strip and sit on the couch to watch and jerk. Bob has taken a mirrored door out of the track from the closet and propped it to one side. I am sitting along the other side of the sling—so I can watch the whole thing and the reflection. Syd stands and slowly begins working his beer can cock into him. It’s not super long, but I can see every inch of how thick it is from where I sit. Bob is breathing fast, to help him get used to it. It must do the trick for suddenly he’s thrusting back onto Syd. It’s a leisurely fuck. I stroke. At one point I take over from Syd for a while. Syd goes back up him. And then announces he won’t be coming. The good news is that Bob is not a load queen; he actually appreciates the act of fucking. Syd gets dressed and goes back to work a volunteer shift while Bob gets online. Almost instantly he finds someone. “Look at this.” He hands me his phone. The picture shows a black man straight out of a Tom of Finland fantasy. I get dressed as Bob tries to reel him in. I eat a little more and get online myself. Forty-five minutes later the wooing is still going on for Bob and the hunk. I have a date. I tell Bob he’s on his own. He barely stops texting to tell me good bye. I head to the 33rd floor of the host hotel. I am stoked. I am playing with a Master and his slave. What sets it apart for me is that the Master wants to give me his ass as well. I knock. This incredibly buff man in his late 40’s answers. He could pick me up and toss me on the bed if he wanted. His shoulders are huge, his chest tapers to a trim waist and a hot butt. He is covered in the most intricate tattoo pattern, one that forms a complete picture—done with foresight and artistic skill. He has restraints on both wrists. He has pierced his ball sack with at least six silver rings that bounce and clank together as he walks me into the room. “Master is finishing up in the bathroom.” He kneels in front of me and undoes my fly. He inhales my jock and looks pleased. Then he’s taking out my cock and getting it hard with the thick slab of his tongue. I am deep inside his mouth very fast. “Thank you, Sir, Thank you for coming. I have such a good Master to find you.” And his Master is there, stroking my chest from behind. He has grey hair and a full, bristly mustache. He’s a good head shorter than I am—with a good body for his late 50’s. He looks like a hot professor I used to have. He joins his slave on the floor. They start to unlace my boots. They do it with great care. Then pull off my pants. I unsnap the leather shirt and dispense with that. “Kneel on the bed,” I tell them. “Side by side.” They do. I start to rim the muscle butt of the slave. He has a slight sheen of lube to his hole. I wonder if the Master (or someone else) has been up him recently. His hole is sweet. He grunts and then starts a litany of profanity about how he is “so fuckin’ lucky.” I switch to rimming the Master’s butt. He is truly fresh from the shower, having barely taken the time to dry himself off. My beard collects the droplets of water from the hair on his ass. I plunge deep into his hole while working my index finger of my right hand into the slave. Both are now making noises. I reverse—tongue in slave and a finger of the other hand in the Master. The slave is so ready for my cock. His hole has loosened up with my working it. I reverse again. I add a second finger to the slave’s butt as I tongue the hairier ass. I am ready to fuck. I rise, add a quick swipe of lube to my cock and push the head into the slave. “Oh, Sir, please.” I slow slightly. But I am inexorable. I push until I am almost balls deep. “Oh, God, Oh, God, Oh, God…” he grunts into the bedspread. “Let him take you,” the Master grates out. Like magic, I am in. The slave changes his tune after I start pulling out. He tells me how good I feel. I fuck for a dozen strokes---just enough to make him miss me as I rip it out and move behind the Master. “God, that’s bigger than it looks in the pictures,” the Master grunts out. But I go up him easier than his slave. And he is loving it. And the slave is loving seeing his Master pleasured. I reach over to fondle the slave so he knows he’s still wanted. Soon I’m slipping out to re-enter the slave. A knock on the door. “Another top,” the Master tells me. Oh, really? I enter the slave roughly and slap his ass to tighten him back down. The other guy walks into view. He’s a 40ish cub I knew from many years ago at the piss party. He’s also one of the men who didn’t bother to show up on Friday night for Bob’s gangbang. I give him a something of a smile and keep plowing. The next time I look over, he’s naked and up the ass of the Master. He fucks in one steady rhythm. I pull the slave over so he’s on his back. His tree trunk legs lean on my shoulders. I work into him, watching his eyes. We are moving as one---it’s a great connection. I spit in his mouth—which he loves. We eat each other’s pits—which we both love. When I tire of this, I lie on the bed—instructing him to stand on the floor and sit on my face. He does. The mix of my precum and his ass juices is great. I lick and swallow greedily. When I mumble for him to get up, the other couple has changed position. The Master is fucking the other top doggy style. Well, well. I pull the slave around, keeping his feet on the floor, chest to mattress. I enter him. The two men getting fucked move their heads around to kiss and hold on to each other, each getting royally plowed. The new top shoots all over the bed. I swipe it up with my hand, cover my cock and fuck it into the slave. His Master chuckles appreciatively. The Cub is gone. I go back up the Master, but he’s having cleanliness issues. He goes to check after I’ve used the sink. The slave, sprawled on the bed, gets my ass planted on his face. I don’t linger long there….just enough to take one hit of their expensive poppers. I let the vapor do its work, then I get off and fuck some more. Soon he’s riding me. The Master is still in the bathroom. “Please, Sir, Let me cum.” “Do you want your boy to cum?” I ask, raising my voice. “Only if you want,” he answers through the door. “Do it,” I tell him. Instantly he gushes a load over me. Not large, but very, very white and opalescent. He lets out a strangled cry. The piercings in his nut sack clatter and clang as he fists every drop out of himself. I reach down and feed him some cum off my fingers. He bends to kiss me. Our tongues intertwine. The Master is suddenly right there. We move slightly to include him in our kiss. The three of us savor the moment. Then it’s all about, names and where we live and IML. I go home, ready for a hot night and they will only be a few moments late for the awards dinner. More...