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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—December, 2013 This picks up right after the last post about the piss party. Ryan (of ‘Spreading My Legs’) and I stop thinking with our dicks long enough to get some food. Fortified, we check in to Steamworks and go our separate ways. I strip, find a clean jock, as opposed to the damp yellow one, and put my boots back on. I add the chaps and harness. The chaps are more for warmth—but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the added stares they cause as I circle the corridors. I walk maze of the upper floor. The slurp ramp here is empty. The closed glory hole booths seem active, but I want to see my partner tonight. I go down a flight. The slurp ramp there is deserted. Except for my fuck-bud Juan. It’s an unplanned meet. We kiss. I mention to Juan that he should look for Ryan. “He really wants to fuck you,” I continue. “He says it every time I do a post about you.” Juan thanks me and I tell him I’ll try to find him once he’s loaded. I circle the rooms on the second floor by the showers. I make great eye contact with a slim man in the private corner sling room. His room is full of guys. There are toys everywhere and rolls of paper towels tucked in the corners. As I pass he holds my gaze, and turns his hairless and perfectly shaped butt towards me. I pause, but one of the men in the room, turn him around and begin fingering his hole. I complete my circuit. I go down a level. I watch some action on the fuck bench. I find Ryan and tell him Juan is here. The moment I start describing him, he knows who I mean. He’s seen him. (They meet and fuck repeatedly throughout the night…). I go to the public sling. A lanky man, about my age is lying in it. It takes a moment, but I recognize a versatile man I play with at home. He’s the perfect warm up for the evening. “It’s kinda sad I have to come to Chicago to get another crack at that ass of yours,” I murmur as I kneel and start eating his hole. His grin gives way to a heartfelt sigh as my tongue opens him up. “Fuck, man. You’re my first dick tonight. Make me wet.” I eat. We fuck. Both happy to have a buddy to warm up with before we move on to new meat… ***** I make the circuit again. And again I have great eye contact with the man in the corner room. He’s in the sling in there, his head looking out the door as a cute boy slowly slides his fist up his ass. I stop. We smile. I watch for a moment. He turns away to say something to his top. I move on. I find a 20-something who is ass up with his door open. I fuck him until he begs me for a break. I let him have it. The break, that is… ***** I make the circuit again. I can’t stop looking at this man. This time when he sees me coming, he clears the room and greets me on all fours on the bed, his head looking over his shoulder. I go in. His ass is perfect. Beautifully mounded. Hairless. The rest of him is very slender. His hair is cropped close. His chin has a goatee that I want to nuzzle. But it’s his eyes and his grin. I can’t stop looking at him. But I do. I bend over and start eating the well-used ass. He moans. I dig deep. “Let’s get you in the sling.” “Where ever you want me.” I dig in again. I know he took a hand earlier, but you’d never know it. He knows how to keep his hole in shape. I stand, my cock rest on his ball sack. “Covered or raw?” “However you want me.” I don’t answer; I just let my drooling cock press against his wet hole. I slide in. People arrive at the door. Some that seem to be friends, some who are just there to watch me fuck. I put on show. I fuck slow. I stand still and pull and push the sling away from me. I fuck with a hip smacking intensity that fills the room. Johann loves to show off as much as I do. He looks at the twinks that have gathered in the door. “I want to taste your cock. I love it right from my hole.” I don’t need any more of a hint to pull out and bring it to his mouth. He makes a show of savoring the taste. The queen-iest of the boys watching leaves… Freshly wet with saliva, I plow back into him. And repeat. And again. “Do you fist, too?” I nod. And reach for a glove. “I didn’t prep my nails,” I tell him. He nods as I grease up. Two fingers right. Two fingers left. Then three and three. I am in his hole in no time. His ass lips firmly clamped around my wrist. Our eyes connect. I am right where Johann wants me. I crawl almost imperceptibly up him. Each millimeter I move sends waves of pleasure through him. We are focused only on each other. Eyes locked. A move. A reaction. Another. We are totally in tune. Finally he asks for a break. I withdraw. We fuck a little on the bed. I have either my tongue, cock or hand in him for hours. I don’t go anywhere else that night. The young man I saw fist him comes back. He bring a friend of Johann’s with him, a hot hairy man I’d seen playing in here before. The young one asks if I’d like to explore his ass. “Cock or hand?” “Hand, man. You got a nice cock, but I need to get off.” I glove up, up he hates the feel of that. “Ever put your hand in condom?” I pull my fingers together and we roll a condom over my hand. This boy is young—but he takes my entire hand as if it were a breadstick. I am up and slowly fucking him, barely moving my arm. I look over. Johann, who had been idly playing with the hairy one’s hole, is now pumping his raw cock up it. They fuck—both watching me work over the youngest one. I worm my way deep, with young one on all fours. I hit his prostate—and he rears up, shooting his load all over the fucking couple. The youngest withdraws from the room hastily. The three of us look at each other. “You should take his fist,” Johann tells the hairy one. “I can’t now. I’m done for the night.” I nod. “But I’d love to try your cock.” Johan pulls out of his ass. I look at Johan—I was hoping to seed him. “I think my ass is done, too,” he tells me. I slip into the hairy hole. It’s a great contrast in feel. Every bit as muscular, though. He is milking my cock. It’s not going to be a lengthy fuck after all hours of play—both here and at the piss party. I shoot. It’s violent and loud. Johann holds on to me from behind. I stay lodged in the flooded ass. I can’t think of a place I’d rather be. Until Johann gentle guides the hairy ass off my cock—and goes up it himself. “You loaded him good. Just like I’m….” He doesn’t finish. He just bucks into the younger man who now has two daddy loads in him. ***** Johann wrote me later. We’d met before. I’d fucked him and his boyfriend at a party in Chicago years and years ago. Once he said it, I even remembered the party. It was a major night. It was the night I met Juan at that same party. He concluded with: "What a great combination of warm human being and hot pig top. Your big cock felt wonderful in my hole and in my mouth (and loved how you moved frequently from one to the other), and your narrow hand effortlessly slid deep inside me. I wish our long session could have been even longer.” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Once again Ryan (of ‘Spreading My Legs’) and I were traveling to the piss party in Chicago. The roads were snowy and not very good at home or when I picked him up in South Bend. But there was less and less snow as we approached the Illinois state line. We found parking easily, checked our over-sized winter coats at the front of the bar, and made our way to the back bar and the wet action…. I’m stripped in no time down to my yellow jock and combat boots. I snap the left wrist gantlet in place. Then the one on my right wrist—the one with the yellow stripe that is braided through the other leather bands. The back bar can often be cool, and I am worried it will be downright frigid today. To my surprise, the heat is cranked up and I, Mr. Perpetually Cold, feel warm. There are a few guys already sitting on the ledge, watching the piss porn. Or standing at the bar, getting a beer. Or one, lying in the inflatable pool and is pissing on himself. I need to unload right now. I head for the pool. The man (40-ish, and bear-ish) lies on his back, his mouth wide open. I stand at the edge. My piss makes a perfect arc and hits him on the chin. I take a slight step back and re-direct it into his mouth. He gurgles happily and swallows continually, only occasionally letting some spill out and over his chin. I shake my cock, tuck it back into the jock and go refill my water bottle from one of the huge thermal jugs on the bar. I sit on the back bench, chugging my water. I let numerous guys have a few moments sucking my cock. They all want piss, but I’m not re-filled enough yet. It’s a very playful group. It’s not as large, likely due to the weather, but the men who made the trip are here to have a great time. There are now random sex acts happening all over the bar: cock sucking all along the bench hidden by the screens, piss drinking at the end of the bar, piss covering naked flesh in and around the mini pool, and an eager bottom getting his ass plowed in the farthest, darkest corner bent over a stool. Partners shift and change. The man who was sucking stands up to be serviced. The pisser becomes the pissee. One top takes over from another on the same hole. I see one of my favorite pigs ask for a beer. He is 10 years younger than I, but the same physical type—long and lean. His jock looks as used as mine. His hair is cropped short. His back is a massive tattoo of a mythical beast. He loves nursing on my dick, loves to take my piss and give me some in return. And he loves to get fucked after I’ve eaten his piss soaked ass. I head over to the bar. My hand trails down his ass crack. He turns, recognizes me with a crooked grin and kisses me hello. Not lightly, but deeply. I know what he likes—I pull back and spit into his mouth. He groans and falls to his knees—sucking my cock right there at the bar. Eventually I pull him up and we move out of the way and to the end of the bar. I let him suck me a little more, but soon he’s bent over an old oil drum that serves as a table. He is holding on and moaning as I eat his ass. He must have just gotten there, for his hole has not been used yet. My tongue is the first thing up his hole tonight. He’s tight, sweet and I’m making him moan. My face is so pressed into his ass, I can’t see who decides I need some piss to lap up as I rim. It’s one of my favorite things to do—something that even here doesn’t happen as often as wish it would. My unknown benefactor must be standing close, for he pisses all over that mythical beast. My man arches up, making the piss sluice down his back and run between the ass cheeks where my face is buried. I slurp and sputter. I finally have to pull away or drown. I gasp for air and go right back in, catching most of the pale stream of diluted piss. As the stream slows, I work some of it into the very wet hole. “Fuck me. I want that big dick up there.” I continue eating, but grab the lube out of the waistband of my jock. I lube my cock as I continue with my tongue. I am able to stand up, and in one motion, insert it into his ass. Just the head. That’s enough to make him gasp and call me “Fucker.” I work the rest of the lengthy shaft into him. He’s bucking back on me before I get to the balls. I fuck him. Another pisser wanders by. He adds a load directly on my moving cock, so his piss is fucked up into my willing bottom. I am really pummeling his skinny ass now. I pull almost all the way out and then drive it back in. He is panting. He turns his head to look at me. “Piss fuck me.” I nod. My cock is so ready for it. I’m bloated with all the piss I swallowed. I slow down for a moment, but then pull free from his ass. Piss spurts out of my cock. I plunge it into him. I pull back out, still pissing. I cover his ass crack—then am back up him, coating his asscunt. One of the bystanders squirms under my legs, on his back, his mouth open wide for the next piss shower. I pull out. It coats the ass cheeks and runs into the mouth of the man on the floor. Then I’m back up his butt. Out and piss everywhere. In and filling him. Out. In. Out… I’m dry. I pull out. I take my cock up to the bottom to clean. The man on the floor scrambles up and starts sucking the ass I just fucked. I don’t know, but from the sounds he makes, I think he gets a squirt of piss direct from the bottom’s ass… **** I fuck most of the men there who want it. At least five others. But most are here for piss tonight. I have always had a hard on for the guy who takes care of our clothes during this event. In November, I saw him get his cock sucked. I had no idea he played here. He’s a short, olive skinned man, with dark, dark hair. I make a point of talking to him. I tell him I was envious of the man who sucked his dick last month. He grins. “I have a load of piss. Do you want it?” I am on my knees behind the counter in a flash. He spurts into my mouth the moment he feels my tongue. He can’t stop. It’s a huge load. I already know who will get it next when it recycles through me…. I keep returning to the wet ass of my first fuck. I feed him the now recycled piss from the bag check man. I pull him up and kiss him when we are done. We spend as much time kissing as anything else. And rimming. He eats me out, too. Hosing my ass crack and licking it clean. He drinks me from the tap again—and then he recycles all that down my throat. Ryan taps me on the shoulder. It’s time to go. “You still want to go to SteamWorks?” he asks. My cock has been incredibly well used, but I haven’t even thought about getting off. I nod. I shove my cock into my damp jock and go collect my bag. I get a smirk as the keeper hands it over to me… Next time: That night at the Baths. More...

I know I spend far too much time in adult bookstores---but I do end up with some good stories to tell....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Jackson—December, 2013 The text alarm bleated. It was Kurt. He’s the man who brings the huge toys to my playroom. He is also the man I have fisted up to the elbow. He wanted to do something different. I love variety, as any regular reader has figured out by now. He hoped we could meet at the bookstore which is closest to him. (It is the one with various viewing stations—all in one big room. In one area you can watch all girl videos, in another it is TS/TV videos. The gay and straight screens are side by side—so no one is sure which you are watching...) Kurt only had time for a quick fuck before work—but he knew I could play there long after he had to go punch the time clock. We agreed that tomorrow would work and set the time at 11:00am. I arrive half an hour ahead of schedule. It’s a cold, early December day, and the video room has not even begun to heat up. Maybe the regulars know this fact—for there is no one around. I had hoped for a little warm up play, but I am alone. At least the porn is good. Eventually the room warms enough that I can remove my hat and open my fly. Kurt is right on time. He is dressed for the cold, too. His tall frame is covered by many layers. He immediately begins peeling them off and dumping shoes, pants and his coat behind the couch. He takes off his knit cap, revealing his shaved head. His goatee has become a full beard with the advent of the cold weather. “I tried to get the boyfriend to give us a load to fuck in, but he ran out of time.” I nod, as if I knew this was the plan. “Anyone around who could give me one?” I shake my head as I pull my pants farther open. Kurt wastes no time in sinking to his knees and sucking me to the root. He likes to suck cock—but would far rather have my dick imbedded in his ass. Once they are slick with his spit, he stands up, straddles me and lowers himself down on me. He grunts in satisfaction as my cock hits his prostate. He bounces happily, telling me how good I feel in him. “I need to piss,” I tell him. Kurt is off me in no time and gets down on his knees. I stand and let him take just the head of my cock into his mouth. I have to wait a moment for the plumbing to go from one to the other, but I stay hard as I start pissing down his throat. I pause so he can swallow and begin again. Kurt’s cock, which was only half hard before, now stands up, all angry and red. He loves piss—any piss—down his throat. I go on for what seems like a long time. We don’t spill a drop on the faded, worn out carpeting in front of the miss-matched sofas. The moment I start to piss we have our first audience member. An older man wanders in. I don’t think he can tell that Kurt is drinking. It looks like he’s just sucking dick slowly. The newcomers hand brushes the front of his khakis, but he leaves about the time my piss runs dry. “Get on the couch.” Kurt kneels on the edge, his arms on the back of the sofa. His ass sticks out at the perfect height. I spit on his hole and enter him roughly. My balls slap hard against him. We get another visitor. He looks like the typical, middle-aged, straight guy ducking in for a quick wank. He sits beside us. His cock is average, but suddenly oh, so hard with the live porn happening next to him. To my surprise, he lets Kurt reposition himself so Kurt can suck his cock. I keep fucking. The newcomer cums fast. I slow down. With the guy still under him, Kurt spits the man’s cum into his hand and reaches back, coating my cock with the man’s jizz—the jizz that we both thought he’d swallowed. The guy groans at the sight of the sticky mess on my dick. Kurt groans as I push it into him. I groan as the cum coats my cock and his ass canal The guy gets out of there. I fuck for a long time, with the extra lube churning out of his hole. I lick some of it off Kurt’s pucker. I also let him clean my cock, so he can taste the man’s load a second time. No one else comes in to watch. It’s approaching the time Kurt needs to take off. He knows it’s way too fast for me to cum. “Got any more piss?” he asks. I do. I piss down his throat again. Kurt is beating his cock like crazy. He shoots all over the carpet as the last of my piss is swallowed. ***** Two hours have passed. I have been sucking cock all afternoon. I have gotten loads from a couple of young and hot men. I have also given attention to a couple of men who likely don’t get much of that anymore—but I like serving a Dad. When those now soft hands touch your ears and tell you it’s the best they ever had, I melt a little. And I believe in sexual karma. God knows I will want someone to take occasional notice of me in 20 years…. In total, I have had seven loads spewed down my throat. And I need to get off. Get off and go home. A few guys have sucked on it---but no one who could possibly get the load. There are now two guys watching either the gay or straight porn. One is the size of a house—a house with a two car garage. The other is a furry bear of a man, his iron grey hair cropped close. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. I sit and stroke with the other two men. The bear leans over and takes my dick. All the way to the root and with perfect suction. I think I’ve found my cocksucker to get me off. “I want that in my ass again.” He stands, drops his pants and turns around. His furry globes of flesh are perfect. I recognize the ass. I’ve fucked it and bred it on this very sofa months ago. I am hazy about his face, but I recognize that furry butt. I get him kneeling and bent into the sofa. I eat him out. Quickly. I am that close. “This may not be a very long fuck,” I murmur as I stand up. “I don’t care. Just give me that load again.” I slide in. His chute is hot and wet. I wonder if he’s had another cock up there. That’s all it takes—the thought makes my cock erupt. Over three hours of play has left me with no control. I buck and spew my load deep into his gut. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—December, 2013 I don’t know if I’ve written about the Marathoner before. I have seen him since the blog began, but there have been long stretches when I don’t hear from him at all. He needs me for just one thing—my tongue in his ass. I don’t call him The Marathoner for the length of our sex sessions, but because he is a runner. A committed one. He has an incredibly hard, hairy body, with not an ounce of fat. He’s tall, lean and in his middle 40’s. He goes through long bouts of serial monogamy when I won’t hear from him for months at a time. Then a text will come. After the ‘how are yous?’ he’ll get down to it. “I need you to lick my ass. When are you available?” I got one of those messages in early December. We don’t live close to each other, so we decided to split the difference and meet at the bookstore. He likes to show off occasionally, and you know that I do…. I’m there first. We’ve agreed to meet in the straight theatre. The place is deserted. The movie is especially loud with no bodies to help absorb the sound. I feel my hardening mound through my 501s. I watch very young, petite women on screen trying to wrap their mouths around black cocks that would make even men like the Cum Hound choke. Then the door buzzes. In he comes. It’s the Marathoner. He is looking as fit as ever, though I didn’t remember that slight greying at his temples. He sits on the couch beside me. We make small talk for a moment. He tells me the current boyfriend is overseas. “Not that he eats my ass. No one eats it like you do.” The Marathoner takes off his shoes and tucks them under the couch. He stands and drops his pants. He folds them and places them on top of his shoes. “I want your tongue in me so badly.” (I should perhaps say that The Marathoner is a top. He has never bottomed. Ever. Not with rubbers and certainly not bare. But this he will allow himself to do.) His cock is hardening as he makes that statement. It is big. Very big. I always forget how big he is. I think of him as the same size as me, but he’s not. He has another half inch in length. And likely another half an inch or more in girth. I get the head in my mouth but that’s about it. And it’s not what he wants anyway. He wants my tongue in his ass. To fuck him with my tongue as if it were a cock… I spend just long enough on his dick head to get a dollop of precum. I then turn him around so he can kneel on the couch. I’m on the cold floor—my face inches from his furry ass. I don’t lick around the hole, getting him ready. I harden my tongue and drive it deep the first thing. I tell him he has his own precum up his hole. He moans loudly. Now I get down to eating hole. Swabbing it. Spitting on it. Swallowing. Teasing it. Drilling it with my tongue. “Lie down.” He’s in charge tonight. He stands up and has me lay down on the naugahyde couch. My head is right at the end. He stands, his back to me and the couch, and lowers himself on to my face. I can go deeper this way. And I show him just how deep my tongue can go. He is panting now, like he’s run a mile. And sweating. Even with the chilly room. I eat him out until my jaw is sore. Tongue. Lick. Slurp. And swallow. The Marathoner never touches me, except once as I stand up, to heft my cock and mentally compare it to his own. He drags a chair over. Its seat is higher than the couch; I won’t be bent over so to get behind him. His rather bony knees are spread on the seat as wide as they can go. I stand behind him. I mess with his head for just a moment by slapping my wet cock on his right ass cheek. I sink down and dive in. The Marathoner stops jerking and reaches back, spreading his cheeks apart. I slip in. Is it really deeper than on the couch? At this moment it feels it, to both of us. It makes my cock drool and The Marathoner grunt. He’s talking dirty now. I am sure he’s close. The door buzzes. With all the speed of a sprinter, he is sitting sedately on the couch with his shirt tail covering his crotch as the man walks in. I sit down, too. The new comer sits against the wall. He’s also mid 40’s and looks like he’s been out on a construction site. He wastes no time pulling his cock out. We expose ours. He is average, but with the two of us, he looks far smaller. The Marathoner nudges me to get back on the floor. He won’t let me suck him, but wants his balls licked. I get between his bare legs and do what he wants. The Marathoner pats the seat next to him. The construction type moves over—watching me work on The Marathoner’s balls. The Marathoner tentatively reaches over and feels the guy’s cock up. The next thing I know, my head is pushed onto the new guy’s cock. Really? This is new. In no time at all the guy unloads in my mouth—all the attention being too much for him. I swallow the cum, thinking we are done. There is no way The Marathoner will let me tongue his hole after a mouthful of jizz. The construction type mops up fast and leaves. In seconds after the door closes, The Marathoner is kneeling back on the chair. “Eat me out, man!” I get back on my knees and dive in. The Marathoner is extra noisy now. He’s close and doesn’t care who knows it. “Fuck me with your tongue. Just like it was your dick.” His ass is slamming into my face. I actually worry about getting a bloody lip. His hole quivers. He pulls away from me and shoots all over the floor. Massive puddles. He can’t have shot for days and days. He’s all business afterward. “Take care. See you soon,” he tells me as he wraps his cock in a napkin and tucks it into his underwear. He’s dressed and gone. I wait to see who else will show up. I have had one taste of jizz—I want more. I watch the movie. I am so hard I’m hurting. My eyes keep sifting from the movie to the glistening pools on the floor. I jerk. No-one. I look again. In the shifting light from the video, the puddle of cum looks even bigger. I wait. I bend over and run my index finger through the biggest blob of his cum. I hesitate. I lick my finger clean... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Lansing—December, 2013 I was on the prowl again. I wanted more than one guy in my playroom. I wanted to play with a small group of men—and I knew I would never get them all to my place. I posted an ad on BBRT for where I’d be at 10:00pm that night and wrote a couple of local guys that I was going up to the bookstore that is half video lounge and half play space. I was determined to keep the sling there busy that night… I arrive just before 10pm. No one is in the TV lounge. I see a few shadows in the blue lit play area. I’m pretty sure there are blow jobs being given in amongst the alcoves of glory holes. I walk around the maze-like walls. Behind the slurp ramp I find a young, just post college-aged guy giving head. He’s doing a young Latino. I watch him suck—he gives special attention to the copious foreskin. I can’t help but unbutton, stroke and make my cock available. The sucker pulls off the Latino and samples me. The Latino kneels and soon they are sharing my cock—pushing it back and forth with their tongues into the other guy’s mouth. The first sucker stands up. He is wearing a Cape Cod sweatshirt. His pants fall around his ankles. He bends over, pointing his ass at me. I want to taste him before I fuck. I am beaten to it by the Latino. His face is buried deep in Cape Cod’s cleft before I can kneel. But the sharing continues. The Latino pulls away so I can rim the ass, too. I kiss the Latino before I dive in, so my first taste of that full ass in front of me is on the Latino’s tongue. He responds with a groan. I leave his mouth and taste the pucker. I pull away, we kiss and I let him take over. I stand. The Latino moves to my cock, getting it incredibly wet. I push in. Cape Cod huffs poppers and flowers open. I’m deep in him in one smooth glide. I fuck. Cape Cod groans. The Latino strokes. And tells me to let him taste my cock. “Pull it out of his ass and put it into my mouth.” I do just that. He cleans me to the root, then manhandles my cock back into Cape Cod’s butt. I fuck. The Latino’s hands are all over me. He tries to lick my hole as I’m pile driving into Cape Cod. “Let’s go to the sling.” It’s Cape Cod. He wants a break. The Latino is there first. He shucks his jeans and jumps in. I eat his ass, as Cape Cod plays with the prone man’s nipples. My dick head pushes him open. He’s tighter than Cape Cod. He feels much more like I’m fucking muscle than soft flesh. Cape Cod gets in the sling. I go first, but I’m pleased that the Latino pushes his thick uncut cock up him once I take a break. Guys I know begin to arrive. Each hops in the sling: A small framed bottom with a sexy, goofy grin who has traveled almost as far as I have. A stocky leather pig whose hole I eventually flood with piss. The tall high school Teacher, who I’d sucked off here on my last visit, now wanting his ass plowed. I rotate through them all in the sling. When they aren’t getting fucked by me, they either stroke the current bottom or go find some oral action off in the shadows. The Latino and the Teacher both are versatile enough to take a turn up the current hole. I lose track how many times we do the rotation. My cock is always busy… ***** We’ve lost the Latino. With good reason. He’s bent over in the slurp ramp getting fucked by a drop dead gorgeous young man. I take a break from the sling and stick my ass flavored cock in the Latino’s mouth. The Handsome Man smirks at me. He has a fuse as long as mine—he can fuck for hours. The Latino is slurping loudly, getting all the ass juice he can down his throat. Finally, he stands up pulling himself off the Handsome Man. “Follow me.” We do. The Latino leads the way to the bathroom. He kneels and takes both our cocks into his mouth at the same time. I love pushing my fat helmet headed dick against the other man’s cock. We then take turns fucking him. “Let me taste your dick,” I ask HM. He looks at me quizzically, but lets me swallow it down. I must do something right, for he begins a rhythm of pumping into the Latino for two or three strokes and then into my mouth for the same. The quizzical look is gone— a look of sheer lust has replaced it. I take a turn in the juicy ass still bent over the sink. “Let me piss,” says HM. He goes to the bowl. The Latino grabs him and brings him back to where I have hunkered down in the corner. “He’s a drinker—give it to him.” Again HM looks skeptical, but I nod. He has no problem letting fly a long, sweet load down my throat. The moment he’s done, he’s back up the Latino. He grunts and spews his cum load, then holds himself in place. I don’t make a move. I know the Latino wants to clean up his Top—so I let him, while I lick out a little of what was shot into his ass. They leave together. I hope it’s for round two. ***** It’s late. It’s time to get off. The Teacher has become just a top after his clean out has gone bad. “Do you want to suck me off?” he asks. I nod. It takes very little time until I have a mouthful of his semen. I don’t swallow. Cape Cod is in the sling, waiting. I lean across him and mumble what I have. “Give it to me! Push it in!” I kneel and reverse felch the load. It’s even more than I thought; it drips and clings to the hairs on Cape Cod’s ass. I stand. My cock mops up the strands. I fuck them into Cape Cod. The warmth and silkiness of fucking in cum makes me shoot. I explode with a loud grunt. Cape Cod jerks off—with my softening cock still up his ass. I mop it up with my hand and feed some to him. He suckles my fingers clean... More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... While working on a post for today, I had to take a break, so I checked the stats page for the blog. Clicking to me from The Breeder’s Journal is still how most readers find me. (Though more and more people seem to arrive by typing “felchingpisser.” And there is one person who always finds me from searching for “gay rimseat.”) Today, there was a new site which sent a large number of people my way. The blog for Treasure Island Media. Of course I investigated. My post Alone with Cum Hound and a world-wide audience was picked up by their blog. As is usual, they illustrated it with pictures from their productions. It felt very odd to look at other men doing similar things to what Cum Hound and I had done. The text seemed to be intact—something I was leery of—and I was glad to see they provided a link to get back to my blog. Obviously a number of men had used it or I wouldn’t have known it had happened. I have had a number of my pictures surface on other sites. I have always known that would happen. This is the first time, to my knowledge, a whole post (though minus my own pictures) has been re-posted. I’m think I’m happy… More...

If you have to jerk off---save that load. I always do. I have also trained a couple of bottoms to save their cum that way so if I'm at their place, I can still fuck in a load.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—December, 2013 The very next day after the 15 minute blunder with the Pursuer, I was on line. I was pretending to myself that I was thinking about Christmas shopping, but that sham evaporated when someone new sent me a message. The ass shot caught my eye first—what a surprise. It was full and hairless except for the crack. The rest of his body was trim. The face pic—which wasn’t locked—was nice. He had good, strong features with a shaved head. He was 10 years younger than I, but I wouldn’t have thought it from the face shot. He told me he loved my profile—especially all those kinks I’d checked. He was up to try anything—and that he was brand new to piss play. He hadn’t played in any way in a long time, he said, so please go slowly. And he would only play bare. Patrick and I didn’t waste time. He came out that afternoon and was on his knees in the playroom the moment he arrived… My hands are on either side of his head. I’m just letting them rest there. There is no need to guide the mouth that has taken my cock to the root repeatedly. I finally have to pull him off me, he’s that good. I get him under the armpits and pull him up. We kiss. He’s good at that, too. I pull out of the kiss and sink to my knees. I want to taste his cock. In front of me, on both thighs, are bright crimson and purple patches. “I should have told you,” he stammers. “I have been having treatment for skin cancer…” “Ah.” “If you want me to go…” “No,” I say, never leaving my position on the floor. “Guys can’t deal with it. I understand. They look ugly, but they’re healing.” I lean in. My lips brush across the reddened areas. He sighs. “I’ve had no sex with all the chemo.” I take his cock and easily swallow it. “Stop. I’ll shoot.” “Let’s get you on the bench.” Patrick straddles it, his ass thrusts provocatively forward. It’s even better looking than in his picture. He’s moist and ready. I kneel again and eat his hole. “That’s so good….” he murmurs. I stand up and spray some piss down the crack. “Oh, my God. That feels incredible.” His voice is louder now. And higher. I kneel behind his dripping ass crack. “Lick that piss off me.” I do. Devouring it. Making noises of pleasure deep in my throat. “Fuck me with that big stick.” I could stay forever on my knees eating his piss flavored hole, but I get up and press into him. I am at full speed almost instantly. I am making the legs of the bench push forward. I only stop when he asks if he can taste his ass on my cock. I bring it around to him. He slobbers all over my dick. He wants it all. “Let me suck you some more.” I sprawl on the bed. Patrick crawls between my legs and takes me to the root again. I let him worship me. I occasionally give my balls a twist to keep my jizz in place. I turn him slightly, so I can lazily lick at his ass as he continues to work on my cock. “Sling time.” My words sound loud when the only sound has been his slurping and the muffled groans of the Dick Wadd orgy on the computer screen. I get him in to the sling. I point up to the mirror attached to the sling frame. I want him to watch me enter him. His cock head swells and becomes as purple as the ugly patches on his legs. My dick enters him with just the slightest resistance. I fuck and fuck, rattling the chains. I stop. I blindfold Patrick as he lies there. My hands are on his nipples, stroking his toes, caressing his balls. My hands lightly feather across the flaming, ugly red patches on his thighs. My mouth finds his underarms. I hose his left one down with piss, then clean it up with my mouth. I do the same with his right. And his ass crack again. My cock is raging. I fuck. His ass is working overtime to make enough lube to handle the invasion. A break. We both gulp some water. Patrick looks at the rimseat. “You want to try it?” He nods. I inhale some Jungle Juice Platinum and crawl under. He sits gingerly on it. My tongue goes so deep into his self-lubed hole that he jumps. There is nothing like eating freshly fucked ass. I dig in. I hear the poppers open above me. After he has inhaled, he begins a slight moan in the back of his throat. It goes up in pitch whenever my tongue goes particularly deep. Suddenly his ass is gone. I didn’t indicate for him to stand. I look up, my eyes trying to focus in the brighter room light. Patrick takes two tiny steps forward and sits on my dripping dick—the dick I have been flogging the entire time I’ve been eating him out. He grunts as I go into him fully. He bounces. Fucking himself until his legs can’t take the position any more. “I have something for you,” I tell him. He gets in the sling as I go to the freezer down stairs. I bring back the sizable cum pellet I froze yesterday after the fiasco with my pursuer. “It’ll be cold,” I tell him, as I reverse the condom and push the pellet into his ass. I use my cock to get it in deeper. Patrick loves this. As it melts, we have a cum sloppy fuck in the sling. He tastes the cum that is now all over my cock. I kneel and taste it too. I arch up and snow ball a long strand into his mouth. We kiss—sharing it again and again. “I don’t think I can take much more,” Patrick tells me. “Do you want to breed me?” “Of course.” He grins. “Get back on the bench,” I tell him. His ass is slick now with his own lube and my melted cum pellet. I slide into this over lubed hole. I want to do nothing in the world at that moment so much as to breed this man. It doesn’t take more than one whack on his ass to make his hole spasm. And I am over the edge. I shoot a fresh load into him. I can’t seem to stop. I lean in, letting him take all my weight on his back. I just hold on. His hands reach back. It not easy, but we find a way for our fingers to entwine. And just hold on. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—December, 2013 This is brief. When will I learn the lesson here… I’m on one of the vanilla hook up sites, sometime in October, and I notice him. It’s hard not to notice—he’s sent me three emails before I can open the first one. “I’m new in the area.” You got a big dick.” “Breed me now.” And there’s no picture. Nothing. I write back asking for one. He has nothing on his computer or his phone. I get a missive from him each day. Asking to get in the sling. Or to meet for coffee. Or to let him suck me off at Home Depot. Some days I get five or ten. I keep asking for a picture. Finally he sends me one. It’s a very round, very furry ass shot. I weaken. It’s a nice enough ass that I can easily put the proverbial (and imaginary) bag over his head if he has no other redeeming features. I agree to meet him at my house on Wednesday at 9:00pm. At 7:55pm I get a text: “my stocky ass wsnts dick now..u ready” (These are still on my phone—they are verbatim.) Me, a minute later: We said 9:00pm Still setting up the playroom. You said you got out of work at 8pm—have you cleaned out? 7:59pm: “ lets do it now” Me: I’m not ready, but can push it up to 8:30. 8:03pm: “ok8:30 chief” Then he doesn’t show. I have seen a car go by and park up the street. The phone dings it’s text announcement. 8:43pm: im a stocky guy.that ok? Me: A little late to worry about that now—just come in if you want to get fucked. Five minutes later he rings the doorbell. He’ll win no beauty prizes, but he’s fine. He’s nervous as hell. He does have some gut, but I’ve seen guys with a lot more girth who tell me they are “muscular.” His hair is thinning. He hasn’t lied about his age—45. “Let’s go upstairs.” I have him strip down and get his clothes into the dresser reserved for tricks. He’s in awe of all the fuck equipment. I tell him to climb aboard the fuck bench. He can’t get over the fact that there’s a mirror placed so he can watch me eat his ass. And it’s a good hairy butt. I concentrate on that. I really don’t care that he is jerking about 4 inches of dick. I spit on his hole. “Fuck me raw.” Well, that’s clear, too. I stand up and enter him. He feels good. He’s not doing much to help—but his hole is tight (from lack of use, I assume) and it pulls nicely on my cock. I pull out to tongue him a little more. I’m covered in shit. No, not covered, caked. I looks like I will need a chisel to get it all off. The fuck is finished. He obviously had done nothing about clean out. He doesn’t seem that bothered. “You were too big for me anyways,” are his final words to me as I all but push him out the door. ***** Once I’m clean—I realize I am still incredibly horned. I so rarely jerk—but I have to do it tonight. I find a disc of Peto Coast fucking and fisting Rod Painter. It’s easy to insert myself into the action. It takes a while…but I drop a load into the condom covered shot glass—the start of a new devil’s dick. More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—November, 2013 I went home for Thanksgiving to the Detroit area. I had every intention of finding some fun during my time there. As is often the case however, being around my Alzheimer’s ridden Dad made my libido plummet. However, the day before the holiday, the Cum Hound got me out of my funk. I thought I was meeting him one on one at the cheapest sleazy motel we knew—but that was not quite the case… I haven’t seen the Cum Hound in quite some time—not since we were, unexpectedly in another state and in the same hotel. (You can also read about the time I brought a mystery top to breed him. Or the time we fucked while broadcasting it over TIM’s Fuck Roulette.) I arrive a little early. I’m eager. I need to breed. It’s been a whole week since I got off—much less fucked ass. I snap a picture of the motel sign. I like how brazen it is—letting the world know just what happens here. Cum Hound answers my knock. He is still in his three piece suit. We hug. The room is tiny—all wood paneling and cheap pressed wood furniture. The bed is clean enough and that’s all that matters. I go in and strip down as he attaches his computer to the in-room television so we can have porn on a much bigger screen. He puts on a Treasure Island video—one that is new to me. He goes off to shower and clean up as I watch big dicks breed the willing. I am achingly erect as he emerges from the steamy bathroom. Cum Hound crawls across the bed and nuzzles my dripping cock. He buries it in his throat, giving a gratified sigh as he feels the thickness fill his throat. I pump it into him, then I slowly pull out. “Come here.” I get up and stand on the linoleumed area outside the bathroom door. He obediently gets on his knees. “On your back,” I instruct him. He lies down. I straddle his chest, a boot on either side of him. My cock is slightly less hard. A burst of piss spits out. I direct the pale stream right at his open mouth. He guzzles noisily. I control the flow, willing myself to stop so he can swallow and not make much of a mess. I let fly another stream. And another. The Cum Hound is rock hard—something I rarely see as he can’t stay that way with cock up his ass. When I finish, I pull him up to clean the last drops from my cock. “On the bed. All fours.” Cum Hound is right there. I bury my face in his ass. I love the warmth and taste of his hole. I need to stick my cock in him. Now. I get up and do just that. I fuck him roughly. Something he always begs me to do. “I need this,” I tell him. “Sir, I have a surprise for you. I have two other tops coming to breed me like you like.” “Really?” The thought of fucking in cum makes me pound him harder. There is a knock on the door. I pull out and slap my meaty cock on the Cum Hound’s hole. I go to answer the door. It’s Mikey, the Breeder’s brother. I smile and let him in. Before Mikey can strip down and I can get back in the Cum Hound’s hole, there is second knock. Once again I open the door. It is one of metro Detroit’s most reliable breeders. There is nothing fancy about his fucking—he’s just there to drop a load and get back to work. He rarely even gets all the way undressed. Today is no different. He takes his sweater and shirt off, but just leaves his pants bunched around his ankles. The Cum Hound has flipped on to his back and is pressing his wet hole toward the new arrival. Mikey finishes shucking off his clothes and sucks my cock. Old Reliable pushes into the wet hole. “You must have been fucking him for a while,” he says, his head turned in my direction. I nod. And then groan as Mikey pushes me forward on the bed, deciding he’d really rather lick my ass. His tongue goes deep and I take a hit of poppers, reveling in the unexpected. “You are wet, boy,” Old Reliable tells the Cum Hound. “And I’m going to make you wetter yet.” I grab the camera. Old Reliable convulses and shoots into the Cum Hound. Loudly. No one in this motel cares. Old Reliable knows (and loves) the drill. He marinates for a moment in the cum soaked ass, then he pulls out and lets me suck him clean. He’s dressing as I felch a little of his load out of the Cum Hound. “I’m leaving most of it for you,” I tell Mikey. Mikey grins and shoves his cock into the creamy, well–fucked hole. I thank Old Reliable, and he is out the door and on the way back to his shop. I watch and take a few more pictures. Then I eat Mikey’s ass on his backstroke. I stand up, catching Mikey’s eye in the mirror. I push into him. “Argh!” Mikey fucks into Cum Hound and impales himself on me with each backstroke. I tell the Cum Hound just what I’m doing. It’s his turn to groan. He is anything but a selfish bottom. He tells Mikey to take my cock. We fuck this way for a long time. Eventually, I go back up Cum Hound. Then the amazing thing happens. He says he’s worn out. “Let me watch you fuck Mikey.” He lies across one side of the bed and watches Mikey get on all fours. I can fuck with much more freedom now. I slide in. I have to hold still—afraid I’ll shoot. I calm down and begin long dicking him. Mikey rolls off me and over onto his back. “Fuck me so I can see your eyes, Daddy Man.” I am back up him instantly. Our eyes lock. Even the Cum Hound can feel the connection between us. I lower my head into a kiss. “Breed him,” the Cum Hound all but whispers. “Let me see you shoot in him.” I pull up, my eyes never leaving him. My eyes go all watery. And I shoot. I collapse on Mikey. The Cum Hound goes to clean up, leaving us alone. I roll off Mikey. He climbs on top of me, stroking his bright red cock. Mikey leans in and whispers things in my ear. I become tongue tied, my usual verbal ease taken aback. My hand strokes his ass and he shoots across my chest. We stay, mashed together with his cum sticking to the both of us, until the bathroom door opens. Then we are all business. We wash up, pack up, get dressed and take our leave. Mikey’s at the door of the motel. I go to him to say goodbye. He grabs me in an embrace. “That was special, Daddy Man. Take care of yourself…” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... South Bend—November, 2013 I think it was as we drove home from the piss party earlier in the month, that Ryan mentioned he was trying to set up a group to breed his fuck buddy Miguel. If you read Ryan’s blog ‘Spreading My Legs’you will know Miguel makes frequent appearances. Of course I wanted to help out and finally meet this pig I’d read so much about. By the end of the month, when it finally happened, the set-up had only gotten better. Miguel was now bringing his boyfriend and Ryan had invited quite a few other guys—some I knew and some I didn’t—to turn it into more of a sex party than a gangbang. I volunteered the sling and got there 30 minutes before the official starting time… I am clipping the sling to the chains as the doorbell goes off. Ryan goes upstairs to admit Miguel and Luis. They troop down the stairs. We shake hands and strip. Both men are good looking Latinos in their 40’s. Miguel is shorter than his partner. He is also the first naked. He goes down on me before I can get my jock on. He gives excellent head. Luis sits in a chair at the base of the stairs, stroking and watching with a great mix of pleasure and pride, as his partner sucks my cock to life. Ryan goes down for a moment on Luis’ big cock, but the lure of Miguel’s ass is too much. He buries his face in Miguel’s butt as I face fuck Miguel. Ryan’s cock is impatient. It is up Miguel in no time. He fucks him hard, hard enough to push Miguel even deeper on my dick. We switch. I fuck Miguel for the first time. He has a grasping, velvety ass. He’s one of those men who can coax a load easily out of almost anyone. We’ve inspired Luis to join us. He sticks his cock in his partner’s face as Ryan grabs the camera. I fuck Miguel harder yet. Luis comes around and inserts. Miguel has already had three dicks in his ass in the first fifteen minutes. I get Miguel to bend into the sling---so the leather is supporting his chest, his feet on the ground. We all take a turn fucking him this way. Then it’s into the sling on his back, legs in the stirrups. Once again it’s Ryan, me and Luis, fucking him in that order. If our cock is not in in Miguel’s ass, it’s in his mouth or it’s beating on his chest. Luis likes to have my cock where he can simply hold onto it as he fucks his boy. The new recruits arrive. Larry in new to me. He’s an ex-military man. His years in the service have given him a great chest. It doesn’t hurt that he’s also very handsome. I’ve been told he usually bottoms. Right now, he just strokes as we continue to fuck Miguel. Tad and JD arrive. Both were at the terrific house party Ryan and I attended. Tad is late 20’s or early 30’s, with a hot body, a neatly trimmed beard and an insatiable sex drive as both top and bottom. JD is younger, a bit chunkier, and just as driven sexually. He is fully versatile and knows how to use his big dick---but each time I’ve seen him, he always ends up on his back with his legs in the air. Tad and JD are old friends. They instantly get Larry into some oral work on the bed. Ryan joins them. Luis and I watch JD get fucked by Tad as we continue sharing Miguel. Then it’s Ryan up that young ass. When Miguel needs a break, I get JD in the sling. I fuck him first. It’s great to feel a different hole on my cock. He’s open from the dick he’s already had in him. Luis spells me, getting his first crack at JD’s ass. I watch Luis’ face. He can’t hide how great it is to have a handsome young man on his cock. Another new arrival. I have next to nothing to do with him—as he knows the younger crowd. He’s a young himself, Hispanic and seems to be versatile. I think his name in Juan. There is a lot of give and take on the bed. I don’t see it all—Luis and I are making sure Miguel has enough cock. Finally, we get Miguel on the bed and try a double fuck. We both have long cocks, I am hoping it might work. It does. But only for a moment or two. We finally flip Miguel so he’s facing the other men getting fucked. He is instantly kissing the bottom across from him as both are plowed. ***** Later in the afternoon I coax Tad into the sling. He loved my cock last month, but is apprehensive about taking it today. I tongue him for a long time and work my cock in slowly to open him up. Luis can’t wait to try this new young man. Tad is now moaning and talking filth. He wants to shoot with that big uncut Latin dick in him. I pull out and let Luis into his juicy ass. It doesn’t take much until Tad sprays all over himself. I lick it up and reverse felch it into Miguel. He gets his first load fucked into him via my mouth and then my cock pushing it as deep as I can shove it. Luis wants to fuck in Tad’s cum. I pull out and let him. The thought of it is too much—he breeds his boyfriend after a few strokes. There is a general exodus. Ryan is seeing people to the door. I’m alone with Larry—the ex-military guy. He’s not played with me all afternoon—I have assumed he’s not interested. I’m wrong. “Lick my ass like you did that guy in the sling.” I invite him into the sling, but that’s too kinky for him. He gets on all fours on the bed. Larry keeps up a litany about how my cock will be too big for his hole, but after feeling my tongue, he is soon beggin me to fuck him. Ryan is back downstairs. He is taking pictures again. I rise up and insert. Larry takes me like a champ. I fuck him—I’m pretty sure I’m going to breed him. “I want to cum on your face,” Larry tells me. I pull out and hunker down. Larry gives his prostate stimulated cock just a few whacks and it spews all over my tongue and beard. I swallow what I can and lick Larry clean. Well, I try. He’s over stimulated. I never get off—but I feel totally satisfied. I wipe a little more cum out of my beard and swallow it. I will have his smell with me all the way home… A great way to spend an afternoon. You will find many pictures of this event by clicking this link. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—November, 2013 It’s cold. I shouldn’t be surprised that it is this cold—we’ve had a much colder winter this year here in the Midwest. It will just not stop snowing today. My fingers are beginning to warm as I hold my cup of tea. I am sipping and typing. Well, more sipping than typing this very minute. I keep having flashbacks to the New Year’s Eve orgy I helped host. I keep thinking of the big cocks, the hot guys and the greedy, cum filled holes sitting on my face… Oh, wait. I’m supposed to be talking about my late November trips to the bookstore. For whatever reason, during the second half of the month, I spent more time at the bookstore than in my playroom. I had a lot of sex there. And a number of odd encounters… I am sitting on the straight side. Decent porn is playing here—far hotter than the half hard, latexed boys on the screen in the gay theatre. There is only one man in the space with me. I recognize him. He’s a guy who can’t open wide enough to take me without his teeth getting all over the ridge of my cock head. I’ll stick to my hand. But he begins to talk. And talk. At first he says nice things about me—my look, my oral skills. He takes a swig from his soda bottle. He begins again, but now I can smell the alcohol. He’s poured rum into that Coke can. He won’t stop talking—about the porn, the facility, the couch—and he’s getting louder and louder. I finally have to retreat to the gay theatre. A new guy has arrived there. He’s my age, with a thick build and a thick dick. He is stroking to the twinks on the screen with slow, languid strokes. I sit slightly ahead of him, but in his range of vision. I take my cock out. In no time, he’s on the floor in front of me and giving me head. He’s fine—it feels good, but it won’t get me off. I finally suggest he take a break. He sits next to me. We watch the porn. We stroke. He reaches over and pushes my head down on his cock. I let him. I oval large. He shoots. I swallow. And he begins to talk. Somehow he knows that I know a friend of his. But not some hot mutual fuck bud, no, it’s someone I work with. I grunt non-committally So much for keeping those two worlds apart. I’m back from another round of shoveling—this time excavating my car. I look again at my notes from November. I see there is another night where I state I got four loads down my throat. No comments about who and I haven’t a clue about the men now. I do remember (thanks to my notes) that it’s also the night I break down and fuck the Mexican who is sometimes cleaned out and sometimes not. That night he was dirty. Spectacularly so. But that’s all I’m going to write about that. I have just finished shoveling the driveway again. As they plow the street, the crew keeps repeatedly filling in what I have cleared. And then there’s the night that my only companion on the straight side is this handsome man… I guess he’s late thirties. He has a chiseled face with a cropped head of dark hair. He is fit and dressed in sweats. He has no problem pulling out his cock and stroking. I sit directly across from him and do the same. I notice that he can see mine, with my big flared head sticking way above my fist, but I can’t see his cock at all. His hand covers it all. “That’s quite a cock you have there.” “It’s good genetics. I thank my grandfather every day.” “You get a lot of pussy with that?” “Quite a bit recently,” I say, quite truthfully with all that FTM porn I’ve done. “Now, she’s what I need.” He means the girl on the screen. She is sucking the cock of her partner for all she’s worth. He jerks harder as he looks at her. Silence. Broken only by the sound the lube makes on my cock. “You ever have sex with guys?” His voice is a little breathy now. I pause. “Sure. I’ve let guys suck me here.” “Really? You like it?” “Yeah. Most of ‘em are really good.” We discuss whether guys can suck dick better than many women. I conclude with “I’ve even been known to help a guy out myself”—giving him the opening I think he’s searching for. “I couldn’t let a guy do that to me. I’m not gay.” Silence. Then he adds, “But I’d like to get fucked by a big cock like yours.” I just look at him. “Well, not here, not now. But I’d like to know what a monster like you’ve got would feel like.” I shrug. “But I’m not gay,” he tells me again. He pauses. “That cock of yours would stretch me out good.” “Any time…” “You fuck guys?” he asks. “Sure. I love tight ass.” “Damn.” He squirms in his chair and makes sure I notice he returns his gaze to the screen. “Look at her take it in the ass.” “Nice,” I mutter. Silence. I stand up. I move across the room so I’m almost in front of him—but I could be just going toward the door. I stop for a second. “Jesus—that thing is big.” I take a step closer to him. “Hey, no way. Get that thing away from me.” I push my cock into my pants and make for the door as if that’s where I was headed all along. "I’m not gay!” he mumbles as the door slams shut. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I had a post half written. I was sure I could finish it as I set up for the annual New Year’s Eve orgy I attend. Well, was I wrong. I want to say to every one of my readers, have a great 2014! See you all in January… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—November, 2013 This picks up right the last entry about the piss party. David, the hot man in the singlet, had left the piss party early to attend a family function. We were to text him as soon as we checked into Steamworks. After a quick sandwich, we checked into our rooms. I text David, then go see what’s happening. I don’t see Ryan for over an hour… It’s International Mr. Rubber weekend. Men in rubber are everywhere. My room is right next door to a sling room which is reserved for their use. The door there never closes. There are constant moans emanating from the room as holes are worked and stuffed. There are actually men everywhere. It’s a great night for playing in public. The fuck bench on the third floor, near my room, has been taken over by cocksuckers. The slurp ramp on the second floor is packed. There are no holes available—either to suck or be sucked. I continue down to the second floor public sling and fuck bench. The fuck bench is empty. The sling has a young man in it. At least I think he’s young. He’s encased in a rubber suit, but he has the ass area unzipped. I smile at him, and then realize that he has a blindfold on. The ass peeking out of the rubber is full and inviting. I kneel and stick my tongue into him. He jumps, making the sling chains rattle. The hair in his ass crack is matted. I can tell that other dicks have been up him—though I don’t think he’s been loaded. I spit onto his pucker and push it deep. I stand up. “Fuck him raw.” This comes from a man passing through. I push into him. I fuck him, my hips slapping onto his upturned butt. I get bored pretty fast as I have no reaction from him at all. He lays there passively with nary a sound since his first reaction. A Black footballer-type stops to watch. He drops his towel and jerks. I indicate he should take over. He comes around and watches me fuck a few more strokes. I pull out and step aside. He pushes right in. The bottom makes no indication that anything has changed. I go off and find some cock to suck in the dark area on the third floor. **** Hours later, I round the corner near the second floor fuck bench. A man about my age is on it. He’s hairy and beefy. I eat his hole. He begs for my cock—“That bare cock,” as he keeps telling me. I push into him roughly. “You are fucking huge,” he grunts out. I pump away. The guy reaches around and begins stroking his cock. I pump harder. He shouts out his orgasm, as I fuck the cum out of him. His jizz is all over the floor and on my boots. A crowd has been gathering, with the noisy fuck. One of them is my fuck bud Carlos. He’s appeared in this blog on several occasions. He’s late 30’s, tall, gym built and with a gorgeous shoulder tattoo that trails onto his chest and back. The man I’ve been fucking scrambles off the bench. Carlos and I kiss, and then Carlos bends over the bench. I kneel and push my face into his rounded ass. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him. I lick and chew and spit into his hole. Just as I stick my dick into him, Ryan comes around the corner. He watches me fuck this hot man. And seemingly half the bathhouse wants to see it, too. The crowd is pushing around the corner, behind me and between the wall and the bench. Carlos pulls off my dick and spins around to suck me clean. I motion Ryan to try his ass. Ryan slips in and fucks. But the crowd is too much. We literally can’t move now. We stop and go our separate ways. We all meet up again by chance. Ryan is fucking a hooded hottie in a corner room. I go in to join him. We trade off on this hooded man’s hole. Then Carlos is there. He wants more of Ryan’s cock. He bends over next to the guy I’m fucking. Ryan and I fuck side by side. We switch asses. A third top joins us. We all go from hole to hole. I try Ryan—but he’s just too tight. And just as suddenly, the guy in the hood wants us out. Once again we separate. ***** I go back to my room. I have a text from David. His family function ran so long he can’t come. Damn. ***** It’s late. Our time is almost up. There are far fewer people around. The rubber folk seem to be totally gone. I am roaming the halls. I really need an ass to unload in. I’m not seeing anyone I want to fuck. “Hey, come to my room, man.” I turn. The speaker is a Hispanic young man in a towel. He is cute and worked out. And he looks familiar. But I don’t think I’ve seen him tonight. “We’ve talked online,” he tells me as he leads me to his room just around the corner. He tells me his screen name on BBRT. Of course. We’ve talked for over two years, but things have never quite worked out. And here he is… I shut the door as he flops down on the bed. “Get on your knees,” I tell him. He’s on all fours in a heartbeat. My tongue finds his hole. It’s creamy. Oh, my God…. “I’ve got three loads in there. Eat them out, like you like.” My tongue pulls out a long strand of anonymous jizz. I groan and swallow it down. At this point in the night, it’s going to take so little to make me get off. I dig a little deeper. My cock jumps as I get another strand of jizz down my throat. I rise and push my cock into him. He grunts. It’s not about him at all. It’s all about getting me off. The cum has lubed every inch of his hole. I pull out once, wipe some jizz off my on my hand and reach around to feed it to the boy. He suckles my fingers clean. I plunge back in. I am almost there. I shoot—adding the fourth load up his sweet little hole. ***** Ryan and I check out with minutes to spare. It’s a long drive home… More...

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...

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