FelchingPisser

Thanks. I had a great IML. Piss party was great---and I got to do some more piss in my last session I had.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 I came home from the piss party smelling of piss and man sex. I just smiled and nodded at the good looking Croatian who valeted my car. He grinned and shook his head in a way that said “Man, you have some balls.” Perhaps. I certainly had balls that needed release. For that night, Saturday, Bob and I had agreed we would just go our separate ways. He stayed in the room and tried to get guys to walk across the street or lure them from across town. He finally gave up and went to grungier of the cities two bathhouses, Man’s Country. I stood under the shower and just let the hot water relax me. I got dressed in a new(er) jock, chaps, harness and boots. I checked the computer once more. Yep, it was still on. Tony Serrano, porn star for SX Video, was having an open fuck party each night. No approval needed, no guest list posted. He simply put the room number in the ad and said it started at 10:00pm. It was Midnight as I walked in. Tony himself greeted me at the door, and for the moment seemed to be tending the bar that was set up by the entrance. He’d rented a corner suite. The room was large with a sling in one corner, a very low to the ground bed, and chairs scattered around the room. The carpet has been covered with plastic sheeting—a great idea until it became wet and slippery later in the night. Two sides of the room were floor to ceiling windows offering a stunning aerial view of Chicago. And being on the 44th floor, we were taller than any other building close by—you could fuck a guy bent over, smashed against that window and no one would care. But no one was fucking. About a dozen guys were in the room. Four were naked or down to fetish wear. Everyone else was a tourist, it seemed. There to watch others have sex, but afraid to even grope themselves. I noticed that none of that set were part of the leather community, they had just stumbled from some bar to the hotel with the lure of forbidden sex. I stripped out of my flight suit that I had worn over my leathers to get across the street and looked around. A couple of blow jobs were happening in the darkest corners and one brave man was lying on the bed jerking himself as he watched the closest blowjob. On the couch, much to my relief, was my cum collector fuck bud, Juan. He’s short, wiry and has a long pony tail of black hair. He had on one of the new designer briefs—half jock/half underwear. He grinned at me. I went to him and hugged. I couldn’t keep my hands off his hairy ass sticking out of those backless briefs. He told me that it had been like this pretty much from the start. I told him that the two of us could fix that. We go to the sling. Juan needs no assistance to get in it. He hops in and gets his feet in the stirrups with the expertise of one who does this all the time. I kneel. His furry cheeks are warm. I pull them apart. My tongue hits his tight hole. He groans. Just loud enough to bring the tourists, who ring the sling. His ass is just what I need to get me hard again after the long piss party. It’s responsive to everything I do to it with my tongue. I get up and slip into him. It’s been months since we’ve fucked. He’s hot and wet. And he kneads my cock with his ass like the cock whore he is. We fuck until I need to catch my breath. I pull out and turn around. The character of the room has changed. It’s not packed, but the crowd has doubled in size. There are many more leather men now. Someone is getting plowed on the bed, and a half dozen blow jobs are happening. A guy reaches for my cock before Juan can even get down from the sling. I slide into the anonymous mouth and let him clean the juices off my dick. For the next two hours, I am in constant play. I fuck a Hispanic lad who is a great fuck—until I pull out. Yeah, that…. I fuck a cub who reminds me we played years ago in Michigan City. I pretend to remember him. I sit on the couch and let an older gentleman kiss and lick my balls. His hand constantly strokes my shaft lightly. Normally, that would not be enough stimulation, but it’s heaven after the abuse my cock has seen this weekend. I fuck a guy bent over the couch who pleads for my load. “Earn it,” is all tell him. At one point, I fuck a twink in a leather jock, on the low rise bed. It’s hard on my knees to bend so low, but I manage. He rolls out from under me after he shoots his load. His friend scrambles around to take his place, smearing himself and his cock with his friend’s load. He impales himself on my cock. He’s more experienced— I can tell from how he fucks back on me. He pulls off, so as not to shoot and yet another man gets in his place in this little assembly line fuck. I plow this third man until he shoots as well. More blow jobs. All of me. I don’t get a cock in my mouth all night. I fuck a guy in the sling. He is in full gear. And hot. Tall and dark skinned, with dark hair. He’s wearing an elaborate harness that shows off the hours he has worked on his pecs. He had a kilt when he first walked in the room, but that’s been ditched to let anyone take a shot at his ass. (There seem to be about three tops in the room—and I know I’m the last one up this handsome man.) His hole is moist from the other dicks, though he doesn’t seem to be loaded. He is loving my cock. His standard issue dick is rock hard and his big balls, once hanging low, are tightening up. I slow my fucking and stand still. Then I start moving the whole sling, long dicking him as I move him onto me, not me thrusting into him. His eyes roll up. I know he’s there. He shoots. I keep nudging his prostate with my cock until he’s shot the equivalent of two loads and he begs me to stop. This handsome man thanks me. I swipe the cum up off his chest and coat my cock. The Cum Pleader has been watching the proceedings. “Here’s your load,” I tell him. I bend him over the arm of the sofa and plow my cum covered cock into him. “Take his cum.” Cum Pleader thanks me, too. It’s now late. I have to get off. I’ve fucked at least a dozen guys, many twice, and Juan at least three. I need sleep. The Cub comes up to me, asking for a third fuck. He gets on the bed—as some other top is actually using the sling. I scramble after him, kneeling on the mattress. I work my cock in and I’m there before I can even start pounding. I buck into him as my dick empties deep into his guts. On the way out I thank Tony. He smirks, looking at my bulge, and says “I hope you had a good time.” It’s my time to smirk and answer. “Yeah, it was a good night.” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago--May, 2013 It took me almost an hour, what with the heavy weekend traffic, to drive from the hotel to the northside bar where the piss party is held. All I can say---it was worth every moment of it. They open the doors right as I’m checking my leather jacket into the front coat check. I’m the third one in. I strip out of my flight suit. I’m wearing just a jock and my ancient, holey combat boots. I add a leather wrist band on my left arm. Then I add the black and yellow leather wrist band for the right wrist. I crack open my Gatorade. An older man, with a wide chest and a jock showing off his flat ass reaches out. I let him fondle my growing cock. Now he’s on his knees, giving me excellent warm-up head. Languid, warm and juicy—I can’t think of a better way to get hard than in his mouth. He asks for piss. I almost have my first load, but not quite. I talk to Carlos, the beautiful Hispanic man who has given me his hole whenever we meet. We haven’t seen each other since the New Year’s Eve party. His gorgeously worked out chest, with its tribal swirl on his shoulder is as big (or bigger) than ever. I don’t rush him—I know we’ll have sex before the afternoon is over. One of the new arrivals is a young Master and his equally young slave. It seems the boy had been told to make his hole available to any who ask. The Master is short, with a nice meaty cock. His boy sports a Mohawk and his back is covered in an intricate tribal tattoo. When I walk over to them, the Master is plowing his boy, who is holding on to the bench. A friend of theirs is sitting on it, and soon he has his cock in the boy’s mouth. The Master pulls out. The friend goes up the boy. He’s a jack rabbit, fast and hard, balls swinging. No one is even thinking about getting off. When the friend pulls out, the Master turns the boy towards me. The boy advances. I’ve been stroking and my cock is rock hard. “Hello, Sir.” The Master taps his shoulder and the boy falls to his knees on the damp concrete. His mouth opens and I shove in. I face fuck him. He gags slightly but takes me to the root repeatedly. I pull him up. I bend him up on the bench. I squat down and taste his ass. Delicious. And with that soft skin of the young. He is moaning, deep in the back of his throat. I stand. A quick glance at the Master—who simply nods. I work my cock up the boy. Now it’s a full throated groan. “You are so big, Sir.” I fuck him long and noisily. I finally slow and tell him I will see him later. (He and I fuck at least three more times before the Master takes him home. Such a good boy…) Carlos is getting head from a guy I recognize from the monthly parties. Soon all three of us are trading blow jobs. My first piss of the afternoon is all over Carlos’ cock. I instantly swallow him down, cleaning my piss off his dick. Carlos sits on me. He rides me, squeezing my cock in that muscle butt. We get pissed on as he rides. The flood of hot water is incredibly erotic as it cascades over us. I fuck old favorites. I fuck many new faces. The porn projected on the large screen changes. It’s now Piss Break from the Dick Wadd studios. And stepping up on one of the benches is the star of the movie Chad Brock. He is even buffer in person than in his films. He has nothing on but a dark jock with boots and an arm band that can barely buckle around his meaty right bicep. He’s offering his cock for anyone of us to suck. A number of men are right there. He is hard and obviously enjoying the attention. Eventually I take my turn. It’s a nice cock. I can’t help but feel pride that I’m bigger. I pull off his cock and look up at him. “I’d really rather rim that ass of yours.” He grins and carefully turns around on the tiny bench. His muscular ass is right in my face. He can’t bend much, so I feel like I don’t do as good a job as I should. I get as deep into him as I can, then let others get back to his dick. Much later he is at the bar, lounging with the party organizer. He has one foot up on the bar rail. My tongue goes back up his hole. Now I am eating him like I should be. He grunts and arches a little. When I stand up we talk. He hefts my cock and says nice things. I wish I could report that he led me to the back corner and let me have my way with him—but it didn’t happen. Though I did get a little of his piss… This party is five hours. I have to pace myself differently. I have no idea how much hole I fucked---but I know it was a good dozen guys—including cute Chad and hot David from last month (which I have yet to write up—so here’s a link to them on Ryan’s blog, with pictures, as he was there with me….) Chad is so tight, I can barely get up him, but I manage… I am a little piss starved, as I have been doing more fucking than piss drinking. I find Carlos again and begin eating his ass for a third or fourth time. He is leaning on the bench, my face is surrounded by his muscular ass. Guys come up to us from either side. They let loose streams of piss. It sluices down his ass crack and right into my mouth. Some I swallow. Some I force into his hole. When the stream runs dry, I stand up, shake the piss out of my beard and fuck his ass as hard I’ve ever fucked him. I don’t get off. But I am fine with that. There’s so much more play to come that night. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 It started early and fizzled faster. The gangbang Bob had set up so carefully, too carefully in my opinion, looked great on paper. But it was rather sad in the reality. We were set up—the sling, towels lube, etc. I was still in street clothes, writing up the first events of the day and Bob was in the bathroom doing a last check when the first knock came at the door. Fifteen minutes early. I let in a cute Hispanic boy. He was not yet 30, slim and wiry and immediately showed off an uncut cock. Bob sat on the bed, and the boy seemed happy to not deal with the sling. I slipped out of my clothes in the living room area. The boy was already fucking Bob doggy style on the bed. But it went bad. Bob, rushed by the early arrival, was not fully drained. The young man freaked and fled. And then we sat all night. I fucked him. Repeatedly. But our worst fears proved true---guys saw no reason to leave the host hotel. I finally called it a night and went to bed. He took a load some time in the middle of the night, then Bob came to bed as well. I slept later than Bob. He was up and around as I got up. He got back into bed. I had serious morning wood. I was up him in no time. We fucked for a bit. Then the surprise… “Why don’t you piss my hole.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I did. Right there in the bed. His hole is talented enough he could clamp it in place to not make a mess. After my breakfast, his first trick of the day arrived—an IML newbie. He was a nice blue collar type with a short, but fat cock. Mid fuck, he saw me hard---and I k new just what he was thinking—He’d rather be taking my cock then do the fucking. He sucked me for a bit, then I encouraged him to load Bob. With a little manual stimulation, he did. We went off to the Vendor Mart. I napped before the piss party. And what a great party it was! I will get to that write up in the morning. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—May, 2013 I got out of the office 45 minutes early. I took a mixture of back roads and the tollway straight into a huge traffic snarl the moment I hit the Dan Ryan expressway. I was so sure that I’d left in time to beat a Friday rush hour. But I was wrong, it seems. It was backed up going into town—when I thought it would be a Memorial Day exodus of families from the city. Who knew? I am staying at the first overflow hotel. It is literally across the street from the craziness of the host hotel. I think I will like this arrangement. I can walk over to tour the Vendor Mart, hook up with a hot boy or just cruise the lobby. I will like our quieter hotel, as long as guys are able to negotiate a street crossing…and not insist they need cock just down the hall of their own hotel. Bob, the man who was so busy on the fuckbench at the second CLAW Warehouse party, asked me that night (between my licking the cum out of his ass and my putting my cock in his dripping hole for the eleventh time) if I’d like to share a room at IML. I agreed. I have supplied the sling and rimseat. I could only imagine what the bell captain thought when he tossed that big duffel bag on the luggage cart, making the chains rattle and the pipes clink. Bob was in the two room suite when I got there. He was naked and just about to start his clean out. Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his head and everywhere else on his body. We hugged. I got the sling set up as he went on with his shower. As Bob stepped out of the tub, there was a knock on the door. “Oh this guy wanted to come early, he called” I opened the door to the manliest man I have met in a long time. Ben is 6’ 2”, big boned and had a package that mounded his jeans. He had on a Nasty Pig vest that showed tons of curly dark hair at the neck. His shaved head glinted in the light from the hallway. I was soon to find he also had a plethora of tattoos on his arms and thighs. In a word: Hot. They were all over each other. I was sitting on the couch, checking BBRT as they moved into the bedroom, still in a kiss. Ben absently swung the louvered door half way closed. I could hear Bob unbuckling Ben’s pants. I could hear sucking noises before Bob gagged. I could hear the constant murmur of Ben telling his new boy what to do. I opened my pants. The door was open enough that if I walked towards it I could see them. So I did. Stroking... Ben is fucking Bob. Ben is standing, his pants around his ankles. His chest in now bare, and showing off enough hair for two men. Bob is lying on the edge of the bed, his legs up on those broad shoulders of Ben’s. I watch Ben’s thick cock plow into him. He turns and sees me. I step back. “Get in here and stick your dick in his mouth.” I strip. And jump up on the bed. Bob sucks me, but frankly, that’s not what he does that well—his talent is all in his ass. I roll off the bed and hunker down to watch Ben drill. Eventually he makes room for me. I enter. Jesus. I could shoot right then. I have not gotten off for a week—and I’m feeling it. I calm down and slowly fuck into him. Then it’s Ben’s turn again. When he pulls out, this time I get to suck his cock straight from the hole. I fuck. Eventually Bob rolls off the bed. We each take a nipple of Ben’s and work it. He pulls Bob up into his fragrant pits. I raise his other arm, so we are cleaning him out simultaneously. Then it’s more cock sucking and ass eating…..and we stop. We want to save it for gangbang tonight. They go off to dinner. But I know I have to drop a load or I will last for ten seconds at the gangbang. I dress in a leather shirt and tight 501’s and fire up BBRT. I have my choice of cum dumps. I pick a very young one who, in his profile picture, is coyly looking over his shoulder at the camera, while the camera is really focused on his great bubble butt. He’s serious about it—he’s posted his room number right on the “quick connect ad” so I don’t even bother to talk to him. His last sentence gives his load count: 16 The host hotel is swarming with leather men of every age. I find the elevators easily. And his room on one of the upper floors. He’s duct taped the latch shut. I push the door open. The room is dark. But I can see enough to know those pictures on his profile were taken 30 pounds ago. I don’t care. He is ass up on the bed, his head resting on his arms. He starts to move. “Don’t turn around.” I make a lot of noise undoing my belt buckle. I push my pants down to my boots. I kneel and taste his ass. He’s not lying about loads. His ass is awash with sperm. I lick some out. He whimpers. I am rock hard. I know this will make me blow fast so I can have staying power for the gangbang tonight. I enter him. I don’t know if he has a talented ass or not. It’s all about fucking in all that cum. I fuck and fuck. He sighs. I think he’s about to tell me to breed him—so I pick up the pace and let my weeks worth of cum shoot out. He groans. He swivels around to clean me off. I repack my spent, and slightly sticky, meat back into my jock and go find dinner. Welcome to IML 2013! More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... By the time this is posted, I will be on the road to IML. As I did with CLAW, I will try to report on it as I go. It will be a busy weekend. My room mate is thoughtfully whoring his ass out for my felching pleasure. (Actually, twice, thank you.) There is a longer piss party on Saturday--where I hope to get very wet. And many of my Chicago favorites have started writing me. I hope for a great weekend. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana—March, 2013 My pissboy, Bryce, managed to be free at the end of the month. It’s a once in blue moon event with his over protective boyfriend usually on the scene. I wasn’t about to let this chance slip by. I wrote fellow blogger, Ryan, who lives fairly close to Bryce, and asked him to join us. He wrote up the scene, illustrated with a lot of photos. You can find those pictures here. Bryce has bought a sling since I was last there, so I only take my rimseat. I come through the French doors to his well-appointed bedroom. He’s in the sling, his ass exposed, waiting for me. I drop my bags on his bed. I kneel and taste his ass before I get undressed. He pushes his asshole out to greet me. I am deep inside him in an instant. My cock stirs. I force myself to stop, and get the rimseat set up and get undressed. Ryan arrives while I am stripping down to my jock and boots. He comes in an goes straight to Bryce’s hole and begins to rim him. I watch and knead the pouch of my jock. I am ready to fuck. Ryan moves away to get undressed. I dip and lick again for a moment, but then rise and enter him. Roughly. For the next few hours I own this hole. A hit of poppers make Bryce buck and push onto me, making me go deeper and deeper into his trained ass. Ryan jerks and tries to feed his cock to Bryce, but the angle is hard, without making Bryce a contortionist. I slow my anal onslaught and let Ryan have a turn. He bends to taste the precum I’ve left in Bryce’s ass. I can’t help but taste Ryan’s ass as he does it. When he finally decides to insert, I go around and make Bryce clean my cock of any stray ass juice left on my dick. And suddenly it’s there—I need to piss. A lot. Bryce swallows and swallows. He lets only a little spill out of his mouth. Then it’s my turn back up his ass. Ryan slides under the sling, pointing his camera up at my cock entering Bruce. I put on a show for the camera. Pulling out farther than I might—until just the head of my cock is left in him. Then it’s Ryan’s turn again to fuck. And I get on the floor for more pictures. Bryce has thoughtfully laid out his toys. I grab a long black dildo. I add grease. When Ryan pulls out, I hunt for his precum with my tongue in Bryce’s used hole. I start inserting the dildo. It slides in so easily, I decide to add my cock. I push against his plugged hole. Bryce takes a hit and his ass flowers open to let me in. I fuck. It’s a tight fit. And a great fuck. I go for it, making sure Ryan can get a good picture of it. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2013 “You need to fuck me again,” he typed. “I agree.” I had fucked Josh sometime before I started this blog. He’d been a good fuck, but our timing had never quite worked out again. And he neither wanted nor needed any of my other skills. He wanted a big dick up his ass—end of conversation. That’s fine, but I usually like a little more. I barely remembered our quick rut in the spare bedroom—no sling for him. We settled on a day and time. Then he surprised me by typing “Would you mind if I ask Cam to join us?” Cam is an older, married guy in my small town. He has appeared in these pages when he’s shared one of his boys with me. “Of course,” I answered. I wondered what Josh would think when I began to lick Cam’s cum out of his ass…. I am on my knees with both dicks in my mouth. I am the last one in this position. Each of the other men have been on the floor before me, luxuriating in having two cocks to play with. I lick one then the other. Josh’s cock is sizable and dripping. He’s a very young 40, maybe 5’10” and in great shape from a physical job. His chest is very smooth and very tan considering it is just late March. Cam claims to be my age, but I think he’s older. It doesn’t matter. He gets hard with young ass under him, and can last long enough to give his boy of the moment a good fuck. He’s not quite as tall as Josh, but heavier in his late middle age. His cock is incredibly warm in my mouth. I give the head another swirl with my tongue and stand up. Josh drops to all fours on the bed. I’m right there to start eating his hairless ass. Cam lies on the bed, and scoots down so his cock is in Josh’s mouth. Josh groans happily around the dick in his mouth as I go deep into his ass. He’s sweet and clean. I pull his cheeks apart and see how deep I can get. Very, is the answer. I stand up. My cock brushes his wet hole. I work the head in. Josh stops sucking, his face all squinty in concentration. I stop. “Sit on Cam,” I tell him. He squats over the smaller cock he has left dripping with saliva. He pauses for a moment, then slides all the way down. He exhales noisily. Cam fucks up into him. I can hear his balls slap against the wet ass above him. I kneel down to eye level, to watch Cam’s dick go into Josh. It is inches from my face. Cam knows what I like. He hugs Josh to him, bending him forward. I lean in and lick Cam’s cock as he continues to fuck up into him. Josh moans, loving the feel of my tongue touching his hole with each thrust of the cock. We stay that way for a long time. Then it’s my turn to fuck. I get into Josh doggy style, with Cam back in his mouth. His hole takes me easily now. I fuck him hard, driving Cam’s dick deeper into his throat. I get lost in the moment—listening to the slap of my hips on his full butt. Cam suggests the sling. Josh gets in. He looks uncomfortable, but is game if that’s where we want him. Cam goes first. But I haven’t lowered the chains quite enough—Cam is having to stand on his toes to plow Josh. I go next, but the sling is now low for me—I am doing deep knee bends to get in the right position. We go back to the bed. We fuck him on his stomach. We fuck him doggy. We fuck him on his side. Taking turns on his ass that grows hotter and wetter. We’re back to doggy. I turn away to grab some water. Cam is fucking. I look back. Cam is standing stock still. His face is impassive. He makes no sound at all. His hands are holding Josh to him in a death grip—knuckles white. Slowly, eventually, he pulls out and turns to me. “I made a mess.” I kneel behind Josh. Yeah, his hole is a mess. The good kind. A long strand of cum is oozing out of his hole. I lean forward and catch it on my tongue. Josh is whimpering. I think he may have shot, too. I ream his hole out with my tongue, swallowing Cam’s seed. I am jerking like crazy as I felch. I eat until I can’t get another drop. I am so ready to fuck. I insert. “This will take no time at all.” I fuck him hard. If he’s shot, he’s jerking hard enough to be trying for two. Cam shot silently. I am the opposite. The sounds of my orgasm start low and erupt from my mouth. I slam my cock home and let it empty into this country boy’s gut. I keep grunting some sort of profanity. With my dick still in his ass, I feel Josh contract around me. He has to be shooting. I let him shoot and recover, then pull out. He has covered the sheet under him. Josh flips over and grins at the two of us. “Damn, you guys…” More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near my Home—March, 2013 “You need to check out this space,” wrote a fellow top who I rarely see anymore as he has a backbreaking work schedule. “It’s a cross between a video lounge and a playroom. There are chairs for watching the porn, a fuckbench, a stand but no sling and several alcoves for a little privacy.” I agreed it sounded great. It was unlike any play area we had on this side of the state. My friend let me know about it back in February, but what with my travel for work and then so many guys coming to my playroom, I had not had the chance to go. Towards the end of March I asked Clark, the ex-military ass, if he wanted to whore himself out for me. He said yes. We placed a BBRT quick connect ad to alert the men we were coming and ventured out on a crisp Saturday night. It is a long room. As you walk in, two televisions are on the long wall—one showing gay porn, one showing a straight video. Five or six chairs face the screens. A round table is in the corner. The fuckbench is placed on a platform between the two screens. Only the most diehard show-off is ever going to use it. (And no one does all night. Not even the two of us.) The sling stand is set up near the chairs, but no sling is in it. The alcoves look like where most of the action will take place— one large three side structure, with gloryholes, then three small cubicles. A wooden block is in each space—for sitting on to suck cock, or to use to bend over to get plowed. The light is low, and in the alcoves almost black. I know at least three people of the dozen or so who are there—the top who told me about the place, a bearish bottom who is sporting a kilt for easy access and a “top” who is loudly talkative and who never plays. I chat with my friend as Clark goes outside to smoke. As soon as he is back, I take him by the back of the neck and lead him to the large cubicle. Everybody in the room watches us leave, then slowly filters around the corners to watch us. I push Clark to his knees. My cock is out. He takes me to the root. With ease. My friend is right beside me and unzips. His thick penis slaps Clark’s ear. I push him away from me and onto my friend. The room is alive now with men on their knees and others unzipping. The kilted bear is sucking two dicks at once. My friend pushes Clark back onto my cock. He stays there for a while. Soon he crawls to a hot man who just rounded the corner. They disappear into one of the smaller cubicles. I sample my friend’s cock. He’s about the same length as I am, but his shaft is bloated right in the middle. I always forget how wide I have to open my mouth. I must do something right, for I’m suddenly rewarded with his load. He thanks me and takes off. Damn. I wanted his seed up Clark. I get up and got to find him. Clark is sitting on a small cube, and has the cute man down his throat. The cute one pulls out when he sees me coming. I get Clark up, undo his pants and push them down. He bends over the block, supporting himself. I kneel, pulling his hairy ass cheeks apart. My tongue pushes the load into him. He gasps at the feel of what’s going up his butt. I eat and spit it all into his open hole. It’s time to fuck. I enter him. The cum lube is perfect. I sink into him with ease. He grunts his pleasure. Every eye is on us now. The cute one comes back and sticks his dick into Clark’s mouth. I ask if he wants his ass, but he declines. Soon another man replaces the cute one. He cums fast, giving Clark his first earned load. Clark goes off to have a cigarette. The crowd disperses. I fuck the bear in the kilt. He’s a loose fuck after Clark’s super-hot ass. The obnoxious, talkative top appears. He bellows that it’s time for him to leave—and he’s taking the kilt clad bear with him. Off they troop into the night. I suck some cock waiting for Clark to come back inside. When he returns, I bend him over a slightly bigger block in the main alcove. We fuck. A number of guys step in to feel him. And feed him. We break again. A much older man is fucking the cute boy. I go to watch. It’s the only other anal action I’ve seen. I hold onto the boy as he’s pounded. I work his nipples. The older man is panting “I’m gonna cum….” “Do it. Give it to me.” The older guy pulls out and shoots all over the ass of the cute guy. The cute one makes a face at me—he wanted that cum deep inside. I turn him around, letting him lean against the wall. I kneel. My tongue mops up the cum on his downy butt. It’s not a large load, but I get what I can up his hole. He murmurs and strokes his cock as I do this. “Now put your cock in there.” I stand up and enter him. “Holy shit!” he says into his bent elbow, where his head is resting. I fuck. Then I fuck hard. In no time, he shoots a load all over the partition he’s leaning against. Clark is back. And he has brought in my friend Brad—who went with me to my New Year’s Eve party. I watch Clark suck Brad’s big cock. Then they reverse. I push in and let Brad have both of us in his mouth. This makes him very hot to fuck. Clark bends over, hands on knees. Brad pushes in roughly. He’s going to load him in no time. A few thrusts. “Shit. NOOOOO!” Brad sounds pissed and surprised, but incredibly turned on. He is bucking into Clark. He holds for a long time, marinating his cock in Clark’s hole. Slowly he withdraws. Clark cleans his dick. I kiss Clark for a taste. “Eat my load out of him, you fucker.” Clark bends. I kneel. There is a shaft of light coming through the gloryhole. I can see a beautiful pearly white drop of cum about to drip. I suck it down, my lips surrounding his wet hole. My tongue goes into him repeatedly. Brad has given him a big load. I stand and insert. “Cream me,” Clark tells. “Make me cum.” I fuck. Fucking in Brad’s load this late in the evening is doing it for me. I can’t hold back. I shoot. I bend over Clarks’ back and hold on to him as my cock explodes. And he is shooting himself. I can feel the muscles of his ass contract with each explosion. ******** Moments later, we are in my car—getting Clark some greasy food. We both agree we’ll be coming back. No, this was not shot that night. No cameras are allowed---and there was not enough light. It It's just a reminder of how hot Clark's ass is.... More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2013 I can deal with my next hook up in just a few sentences. He was handsome enough, I guess. I was not happy that he did not want to check his clean out after his long trip to my playroom. We fucked for a while and all seemed fine. Then I got him in the sling. I fucked hard and deep. I pulled out and it happened. He was not just dirty. He was spectacularly dirty. The suction of my withdrawal from his ass, caused a veritable explosion all over me and the jock I was wearing. (Sorry—if you were just having your morning toast as you read this…) Needless to say, play was over. And while I’m sure he was mortified, he didn’t really know what he’d just done. He’d destroyed 6 weeks of work. Let me explain. I was wearing a jock sent to me by a reader of this blog. He wanted me to wear it while I had sex for a couple of months and then send it to him. I had worn it fresh to the awful sex party in Detroit. Here’s a quick photo of it clean before I left that night. I had worn it for all my play in St. Louis. I had worn it to a piss party. I had worn from the first of February for all the sex I’d had up to this point. And it was destroyed. I had to wash it. So I got out the Tide and started over. The newly white jock started fresh the next night. It’s gone through another piss party and all the CLAW Warehouse parties. I am guessing it’s been ground into 40 to 50 asses. It’s been pissed on. It’s cradled my cock directly from a hot, cummy hole. It’s collected my cock drool as sex begins. And the spit of the pervy boys who want to gnaw on it. I figure it will go to IML and then be shipped to him. And here it is after these next six weeks. I will snap a few more before it wings it's way to Toronto. Scent pigs--do you need to email me? It's in the column to the right. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2013 “I know your ad says you are looking for experienced bottoms, but do you ever play with beginners?” I really had to think before I typed. In recent years, I far prefer experience and talent over new and eager. I was tempted to start typing some version of “Thanks, but no thanks,” but I clicked on his pictures. He was my age, a good six footer, with blond hair cropped so closely he might as well have shaved it. From the torso shot, it was obvious he stayed in shape. I wavered. I typed. “Okay. What are you looking for?” Ted wanted to be fucked—really used hard—and to totally sub out. He was curious about piss and about restraints. “I have women sub for me. I want you to do it to me.” How could I not agree? He is on his knees, naked but for the jock I’ve made him purchase for this encounter. His hands are behind his back. His head is bowed. Just as I’d instructed him. I come in, now in my full leathers: chaps, jock, boots, harness and wrist band. “Look at me.” I say it softly, but with authority. He does. He looks up, questioningly, a little fear in his eyes. I pull his face into the pouch of my used jock. Ted mouths it. He makes it wet. My cock swells. I pull it out. My left hand is on the back of his neck. “Suck it.” He opens. Nowhere near wide enough. “Wider.” He does. I push in. His oral skills are adequate at best. I watch the look in his eyes go from fear to lust. But they keep moving past me to the back of the sling. I turn to follow his gaze. He’s looking at the wrist restraints hanging on the back of the sling. I go get them. I sit on the bed. I point to the floor in front of me. He crawls right to that place. “Right hand.” He extends it. I fasten the buckles around it. “Left.” I do it for this wrist, too. I stand up, move around him and pull his arms to the small of his back. I fasten them together. His eyes register his pleasure at his helplessness. I move back around him and shove my now only semi hard cock back in his mouth. His skill level is the same, but the restraints have made him hard. When I tire of his mouth, I pull him up and lead him to the bed. “Kneel on the edge.” He does. I push him forward. He lands on his shoulders, his head turned to the left, his hands securely behind his back. It looks uncomfortable. I don’t care. I taste his hole. “Please, Sir,” he grunts. He’s clean and swells of Irish Spring. I eat him out, using my beard for additional sensation. Ted is moaning now. “I’m going to fuck you.” “Go slow, Sir. Please.” I say nothing as I stand and slap my engorged cock on his ass. “You want this raw cock up your ass?” “Yes, Sir.” I prod his wet pucker with the head. I expect resistance. I get it. But he’s not as tight as he thinks. I slap his ass. I lean down and spit on his hole. I press forward. My cock head is in. I pull out. I eat a little more. Then the head goes back in. Plus a little more. “Fuck yes, Sir.” And before he knows it I am in. All the way. “Oh, my God” Ted moans. “My cock is all the way in you.” “Thank you.” I thrust hard. “Thank you, SIR.” I fuck him for a long time in this awkward position. He’s lost his erection…but his jock is totally wet. Whether it is precum or he’s shot a load, I don’t bother to ask. He’s in the sling now. His hands attached to the chains above his head. I have put the blindfold on him. “I don’t know how much more my ass can take.” My response is to slap my hard cock against the mound of his cock in the wet jock. He grunts. I kneel and taste his hole. I don’t spend long. I stand up and push my cock against his butt hole. And piss. He lets out a low moan. My piss cascades over his ass. I bring it up and sop his jock. And spray some across his chest, just shy of his mouth. But mostly I just flood his ass crack. I kneel and taste some. But I’m excited by it—and push into his ass. I stand still and pull the sling to me. I am pulling him onto my cock, then pushing him away. My cock feels like it could explode any time. But I don’t. I stop and work his nipples for a while with hands, teeth and then cool them down with more piss. I go back up Ted. His ass is open now and I can fuck him with ease. Ted’s breath is ragged. He exhales noisily with each stroke of my cock. “Do you want my cum?” “Yes, Sir.” “You want me to shoot my load into your tight ass?” “I don’t usually, Sir.” I fuck two strokes into him. As hard as I’ve ever been. “But I want you to do it.” I fuck him harder. My hips slam into his ass “Here—it—is.” I shoot. I am picking up the towels from under the sling as he is getting dressed. “You know,” Ted says softly, “I do more girls than guys. You are only the third man I have had up my ass.” He can’t quite look at me. He concentrates on tying his shoes. “I made the others use condoms, but when I saw your picture, I had to have you up my ass. Raw” He looks up at me. “I usually get what I want.” I can only nod. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—March, 2013 “Are we on for tonight?” The message flashed in my inbox. “Yes,” I typed back. “I’ll see Dad at four and be at your place by 6:30.” “Great. I have what you suggested.” I had to think for a moment. Still not sure, I typed back a non-committal “Oh?” "The lube you like,” he sent back. Oh. That. “I’m looking forward to it. See you soon,” I signed off. I let myself in and go down to the basement. Sean is laying out towels on the counter near his sling. We hug. We talk about this and that as I strip down. It’s been almost six months since we’ve seen each other. He is looking great. His arms are impressive, as is his chest. He might not be as defined as when I first met him years ago, but he still turns heads in any bar. He’s tan, from some sort of trip to get out of a Michigan winter. He’s wearing nothing but a blue jock. He spends very little time sucking my cock. Which is fine, I get hard just looking at him. Sean hops up into the sling. I look at his muscular butt cheeks thrust towards me. I kneel on the rug he’s thoughtfully placed for me at the business end of the sling. I kneel, pull his tanned ass cheeks apart and start to lick him. “Eat that hole.” I groan into him, sticking my tongue in even farther. I jerk myself, adding a little lube to my cock from my own supply that I keep stuck in my jock. I spit and lick it back out. I spit again. And again. It’s time to fuck. I stand up. I work my cock in. Not slowly, not fast. Just a steady push until I am fully in. Sean grins up at me. I hold. Then pull back out. I push in. Faster. And back. Now I just slam it home and pull almost all the way out. It’s fast and loud, with my hips slapping against his ass. Finally, I slow down to catch my breath. Then I’m out, and kneel to taste what I’ve done to his hole. Damn. I must be leaking precum like crazy. “It’s over there on the counter.” I look up. The small bottle is just in my line of sight from between his legs. A little clear vial filled with some pearly white fluid. “How many loads?” I ask. “Six. I’ve been jerking off all week waiting for this.” I stand up and grab it. I undo the lid. I lift it to my nose. Damn. I pour a coupled of dollops out so it runs down the crack of his ass. I am right there to push his own semen with my tongue into his fucked hole. I savor the sweetness of his cum. I want to swallow it, but I don’t. I push it back, deeper, into his hole. I stand up and enter him. Oh, God. There is nothing like fucking in load. Even this little bit. I pump him hard, then pull out and taste the frothy mess I’ve made. I reach down to the bottle and pour a little more, right on his puffy pucker. Sean groans. “Fuck that shit into me.” I do. Hard. I taste it all again. I savor and swallow some. This time I pour some of his bottled cum right on my hard cock. I fuck it all the way into his guts. Sean is jerking furiously. We are both incredibly turned on by this simple idea of using his cum for lube. I have enough jizz still in my mouth to spit some on his cock, to change the feel of his jerking. I pour the last of the bottle onto my cock. I enter his juicy ass. The feel of his own cum on his dick takes Sean right over the edge. He squirts five spurts that pool on his pumped up chest. I last maybe ten thrusts with the way his ass is spasming. I grunt an unintelligible obscenity as I shoot. When I can focus again, I bend forward. My tongue mops up his chest. Then I hunker down. I hold on to Sean and bury my face in his cream pied ass. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2013 The very next night, I welcomed another visitor to the playroom. Antonio had been writing me on BBRT for years. But we were separated by a huge distance—he was in the upper peninsula of Michigan, while I am close to the southern border of the state. “I want to feel that big cock of yours,” he’d write. “I have only been in a sling once before. Pound your cum into me.” I would always write something back in the same vein, thinking it was nothing more than harmless jack-off material for a gay man stranded so far away from much of any kind of gay life. And then, in the middle of the month, he was on a road trip to Indianapolis. He had to practically drive by my front door. We talked a little. He would call when he was one city away. It worked out perfectly. He arrived just as I finished my work day. I opened the door to a man who looked just like his pictures online. He’s in his late thirties, short, with dark hair. His body showed that he played hard at a lot of sports. His jeans were tight over his full ass. We said hello. In no time, he was off to check his clean out after his long car trip, and I stripped off to just my jock and boots. Tony emerges from the bathroom naked. We go upstairs. As soon as the door shuts to the playroom he is down on his knees and pulling my cock out of the well-worn jock. “Yes,” he all but crows. His mouth is nice. His tongue is active, and makes me grow hard. It doesn’t hurt that he looks so damn cute down there on my cock. That thought makes me rampant. It’s suddenly harder for him to take all of me into his mouth. He tries valiantly. After a hit of poppers, he takes me to the root again. I pull him up. We kiss briefly, but it’s not his thing. Damn. I kneel and taste his cock briefly, then just turn him around. The full butt is right in my face. I touch the small of his back and he eagerly bends over, supported by the bed. My mouth finds his hole. He is literally fresh from the shower, tasting of my own Dial. He opens, but it’s a hole that seems like he hasn’t played with a lot of big cock. I push with my tongue, then pull the tight ring apart with my fingertips. He crawls up on the bed. His fingers are splayed against the wall, his knuckles white. “Take a hit,” I tell him, tossing him the poppers from where he left them on the floor. He huffs. And I work just the head of my cock into him. I stop, pull out and tongue him again. Then another hit as instructed and I work in the head again, and maybe an inch more. I pull out and eat some more. Then repeat until I finally glide in. “Fuck, yes.” Tony pushes back, grinding onto me. “I wanted this so much.” We fuck in silence, the room filling with the smack of my hips against his full ass. “Can we fuck in the sling?” He’s a young man in a hurry. I pull out and get him onto the broad expanse of leather. His legs are now cradled in the stirrups. I slip back into him easily. His hole has expanded nicely to accommodate me. Actually, with each never ending hit of poppers, I feel him relax so, that his hole now feels loose around my cock. I fuck slowly. Then accelerate. If the bottle is not to his nose, he is twisting his right nipple with his left hand and beating his medium sized cock with his right. I know he’s going to shoot fast. I pull out and grab the egg-headed dildo from the bureau. I grease it and twist it into him. There is moment of hesitation as the width of the head stretches him—then it pops home. He grunts and poppers up. I twist it once, push it down with my left hand and slip my cock in alongside the toy. “Ohhhhhhhhh.” His hand is working furiously on his cock. He pauses for a hit, then goes back to jerking. I am fucking along the ribbed edge of the dildo, filling him with more width than he’s ever likely had. In moments, his hand brings him off in a huge gooey mess. I slow. “Cum in me!” I pull out, and then the dildo. I am back in and pumping hard. I surprise myself by erupting into him almost at once. “Breed me,” he moans as his hand plays in the puddle of his cum. I pull out quickly, knowing that he’s more than done. I hand him a towel. He swings out of the sling, and dries himself down. He finds his clothes in the bathroom and is almost dressed by the time I collect the towels and head down the stairs. Tony tells he had a great time and is soon back in his car and headed south. I look at the clock on the bookcase and smile. He spent a longer time in the bathroom getting ready than we spent in the playroom. My cock spits out one last pearl of cum. My dick doesn’t seem to mind at all. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—March, 2013 During the last part of March, I had an incredible run of hot ass. Maybe it was because I was gone for all of January, and barely home in February. For whatever reason, I was fucking almost every day by the last two weeks of the month. Certainly one reason was that Clark came to visit his parent’s in my home town. Clark is in his early 30’s and just out of the military proper, though he still works in conjunction with them. He has an incredibly high sex drive, and being in my tiny town for a couple of weeks was hard on him. He lives in the south, near two military bases, where he can have his pick of horned men serving their country—and usually gets bred by more than one man a day. We spoke on line. He told me he was up for anything I could dish out; that he can’t get enough cum up his hole. In just a few exchanges we set up our first meet… I walk up the stairs in my jock and combat boots. I open the door to the playroom. He’s right where he should be, on his knees, buck naked and watching the porn I have playing on my computer—good leather orgy porn. Clark is hard; he works his nice sized cock as he takes in the bulge of my jock. His hair is dark, with the hairline receding slightly. He has hair on his chest. His round face gets rounder as he opens his mouth to take my cock. He takes me to the root with no problem. My fingers brush the stubble on his cheek as I reach for the back of his neck to hold him there. I feel his throat contract and I let go. He comes up for air, and goes right back down, his lips hitting my forest of pubes. “You’re good.” “Damn, that’s a nice cock.” “Stand up.” It’s my turn to take his cock all the way down. It’s leaking. I pull back to let the precum collect on my tongue. I point to the corner of the bed. Clark knows just what I want. He gets on all fours. He even reaches back and spreads his full butt. I tongue fuck him with his precum. Between his juice and my saliva, I need no other lube. I spit in my hand, cover my cock and stand up working the head into place. He lets go of his ass and grabs the poppers off the bed. I hold still, with just my head in him. He huffs noisily, then chokes out “Fuck me hard.” I push forward, making him take it all in one stroke. “Yes. Fuck me!” I do. He’s a great self luber. His canal is secreting lube like crazy. After a while, I stop the anal assault and bend down to taste what I’ve done to his hole. He’s amazingly wet. It’s as if he arrived with another load up him. I ask. He tells me no. I tell him to do that for me sometime. He turns his head to look at me and grins. I push back in and fuck him slowly. Then fast. Then pulling almost out on every stroke. He asks me to add the wrist restraints. I buckle them in place, telling him softy that this set was designed by my brother. “Gay?” he mutters. I nod yes. I fasten them together, so he’s balancing on his shoulders, hands in the small of his back--right on top of his tramp stamp. I insert roughly. He grunts. He can’t get poppers this time. He just takes me like a man. I pull out. I help him up. With his hands still behind him, I lower him to the floor. “Clean my cock.” He does. He licks every inch. I lift it up and push his face into my big ball sac. He grunts. He acts as if I just gave him a hit of poppers. I may have. His tongue actively cleans my nuts, my perineum and then takes each hairy orb into his mouth. I get him into the sling. Blindfold in place. Arms fastened above his head. I feed him poppers, then step back and cover his exposed ass with piss. He groans. I kneel and lick him clean. I pay special attention to his ass crack. I taste my precum and the slightly salty, slightly sweet piss. It makes my cock ache, I’m so hard. I enter him again. I pound his ass. The chains rattle. “Cream my hole.” “I’m just getting started.” And that’s true. I fuck him for a long time in the sling, taking frequent breaks to bring my dripping cock up to his mouth. Still blindfolded, he willing opens and sucks whatever I put in it—usually my cock, but once my fingers flavored with a mix of his own lube and my precum. I finally need to catch my breath. I remove the blindfold. I let him move around the room for a moment, then I crawl under the rimseat. “Sit.” He grabs the poppers and lowers himself carefully onto my face. His ass is a mess of lube, self-lube, precum, and hints of piss. It’s a heady mixture. I have to stop jerking, it gets me so close as I lick and swallow. “God, your tongue is so deep.” And it is. I feel like I can swab out all of him. I hear him huff—and instantly he is grinding his ass down on my face. He groans. I have to twist my balls or I’ll shoot. I wrench them hard; I want to savor this sensation. Lick. Swallow. Chew. Reluctantly, I tap on his under thighs—meaning he needs to get up. He rises, a little unsteadily. We both sit for a moment, side by side on the bed. Then, without a prompt, he gets back in the sling. “Breed me.” I lick his butt for the briefest of moments. My cock is more than ready. I insert. With a dozen strokes I’m shooting. What feels like great gobs of cum. I grab the upright braces of the sling frame and hang on. He bucks his ass into me, all the time squeezing down on my cock. We pause. Both frozen. Letting out bodies get back to normal. I slowly pull out, and sit on the edge of the bed. “My turn.” Clark pushes me down on the bed and straddles my deflating cock. He swipes his hand across his ass and uses that to lube up his cock. In no time he is firing onto my chest. Four puddles of cum that slowly begin to run together. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2013 I am sitting in the back lobby of the main hotel crowded with hot men. Jayson Park had sent me a text last night asking if I wanted to meet for coffee on Saturday morning. What a surprise that I’d said yes. I’m there early, for I’ve checked out of my hotel and my car is all packed—I have to head home a day early. Suddenly he’s there. We hug. He looks at me and says “Forget coffee—Let’s fuck.” He leads me towards the elevator….. No, wait. Those last two sentences are fantasy. Let me try again….. Suddenly he’s there. We hug. We head off for a great hour of chat at Starbucks. He tells me a little about his weekend. I tell him a lot about the two Warehouse parties. We talk about love, sex, Broadway musicals. The usual gay male stuff. We reach the hotel again all too soon. We say good bye—likely for another year—as he goes for his morning walk and I go in to do my last minute shopping. Okay we didn’t have sex this trip…..but it won’t stop me from posting the pic from the first time we did…. I buy a great pair of police examination gloves from the Leatherman stall. The gloves are incredibly soft and skin tight. I can think of at least two of my boys who will all but cum when my leathered fingers go from their ass to their mouth… I find the Etienne art exhibit. While the few things mounted on the walls are great, there is not much in the room. There are several vacant easels, and I’m guessing much of it was put away after the opening reception. I do find, in one of the retail stalls, two IML posters which used his drawings. They are now waiting to be framed and added to the walls of my playroom. I am walking out the glass encased hallway one last time. It too, is crowded with hot men in leather and denim. There is Dean, the top who’s exploring his bottom side with me, manning his booth. We kiss. We talk. He tells me “It’s my break time. Come upstairs.” Fuck. It’s not fantasy this time. If only I’d found him an hour before. I truly have to hit the road. He understands. I think…. I walk to my car, glad to get out of town before the ball game. I take a pic of the statue I have been walking by all weekend. I’ll play it safe. I’ll call himthe hottest man in Cleveland. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2013 I woke up in plenty of time to grab a late dinner, read a little, and get dressed for the second warehouse party. When I’d been online earlier in the day, I’d talked to a fuck bud who lives in Cleveland. We had met in Detroit—the month I’d had two gangbangs. Bob wanted to do it again. I convinced him it would be better for him to accompany me to the warehouse. I’d had little luck in getting men to commit to a private group in the main hotel last year. He agreed to try the warehouse party. I hoped he’d have enough cock to satisfy him and that he wouldn’t be too fussy about who was giving it to him… I arrive at 11:00pm. Doors have been open for an hour. There are maybe 20 guys in the space. I remove my flight suit, re-tie my chaps and adjust my cock inside the jock. The clothes check attendant tries not to stare, but he can’t take his eyes off the swollen pouch of my yellow jock. I head into the darkened room to see if I can find Bob. He greets me from right inside the door. We talk a little, than go right to the only fuckbench. It’s wooden, but with some comfortable padding for his knees and stomach. Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his head and everywhere else on his body. He’s wearing a leather jock, a baseball cap and boots. We talk a little. He sucks my cock even less. He climbs right up on the bench. No one is paying any attention to us as I fall to my knees, between his protruding boots, and start to lick his furry ass. He tastes great—hot and wet, salty and slightly metallic. My cock grows. I pull my lube from the waistband of my chaps and use the tiniest amount on my cock. I can’t wait. I stand up and slip it into him. The sound of my fucking draws a crowd. Not just the 20 who were here earlier, but guys who have been arriving while my face was buried in his hole. Hands are all over his back, all over my ass, all over my balls. A handsome man in his 40’s works a thick dick out of his designer backless underwear and sticks it in Bob’s mouth. Guys are stroking themselves or each other. At the moment no one else has bent over to take advantage of all the hard flesh in this cubicle. I pull out, spit in his hole and offer it to the man in Bob’s mouth. Before he can move around, a trucker type, in just boots and a leather vest, is up Bob’s ass and pounding hard. The handsome man waits his turn and a really young guy puts his cock into Bob’s mouth. I watch the trucker. Some guy I can’t see is sucking Bob’s ass juice off my cock. That is just what I do to the Trucker as her pulls out and takes a breather. The handsome man pushes in. He groans and says, “Nice and wet.” The words redouble the activity in our cubicle. Another bottom I know from Michigan is bending over a bar stool and taking some of the cock waiting for Bob. No one is trying to get off. It’s all about sampling ass and mouth. I move around to Bob’s empty mouth and let him suck me. Eventually I pull out and bend over to whisper in his ear: “That was the fifth cock up you. And you don’t even know what they look like…” He grunts a response. I take a brief turn up him again. I let a patient leather Daddy up him next. I’d noticed him at the beginning. His cock is beer can thick. I squirt lube on him and he inserts himself into Bob roughly with a “Take my dick, boy.” Bob can only grunt around whoever is in his mouth at this point. I fuck the Michigan bottom right there, so I can keep track of Bob. By the time I’ve had enough from this other guy, I go to Bob’s ear again and whisper, “You’ve had at least ten guys up you.” He grunts something I can’t hear—but the look on his face tells me the story. Bliss. “I have to go piss.” I do—all over the cute boy from last night who always dominates the piss area. I let my major stream play all over his cock—which is just a smidgeon smaller than mine. There is one guy watching me piss. He looks ready to unload. “All over you?” he asks the cute one. “Or down my throat,” I tell him. He chooses my throat. It’s great and my only mega load of the night. He can’t stop himself—and I don’t need him to, I swallow it all, a delicious light, sweet brew of second hand beer and maybe a little soda. I go back to Bob, past both crosses which are busy and loud. There are still at least 12 guys in the room. Quite a number fuck him, go off and come back for a second or third round during this first two hours--where Bob really never moves. Just once he stands up to stretch, and gets pushed back in place for a new dick. Then the tall good looking guy who was my first fuck last night arrives. He lays on his back on one of the swinging platform slings. Suddenly his cubicle is as full as ours had been earlier. We are left with one straggler, still fucking Bob. He shoots a load. He pulls out—he’s wearing a condom. He takes it off carefully. “Give it here.” He looks at me, but does as he’s told. I hold it over Bob’s hole, push my fingers deep into his ass, turning it inside out deep in his guts. All three of us are delighted at this. While the others all crowd around the new ass, I am left with a felching job. Then I fuck in the remains. Then more felching. We walk and talk. I fuck others. I fuck my thin, handsome bud from yesterday. He tells me Bob can have all the loads---the chemicals of semen in either of his holes give him a terrible headache. Bob, of course, is thrilled. He goes back to the bench. A few guys follow wanting more of his hot hole. I piss again. Pissing with me, all over a second boy there now, is a guy who looks a lot like Chad Brock. For a moment I think it might be. But it’s not. And who cares. He’s hotter than fuck—and wants me to fuck him. We head to the fuck bench. I eat his hole. He’s had a load before he got there. I taste it. I swallow a little, but keep most in his ass for lube. I am rampant. I am up him. He barks at me to fuck him harder. I do. Faster he tells me. I do. A friend of his, with an incredible Rip Van Winkle beard, comes over to spread the cheeks of the man on the bench. I pound. He vocalizes loudly, but it can hardly be heard over the sounds of over 100 leather guys playing. Rip VW takes a turn up his pal’s hole. He works his long, PA’ed cock up him. “You shoot?” he asks me. “There’s load up there.” I tell him it’s not mine. He fucks a while longer, then the thought of the load is too strong for him. He bends over and tongues the hole we’ve both fucked. Soon he is twirling his beard (which is mid-chest length) into a thin strand. He starts to work his beard up the man’s hole. With each shove of his fingers, his chin is brought closer to his pal’s butt. I hunker down next to him to watch the process. His beard is gone. His chin fills the cleft of the ass. He pulls out. He moves around and lets the bottom chew on his beard—to taste all the cum it’s brought out of his hole—a hole I am now tonguing. RVP comes back around and does it again. I watch fascinated. This time, he gives me his beard to suck and chew. I hesitate only a moment. I suck all the semen out of his beard. And then kiss RVP. Then the bottom, who has gotten up to mash his tongue into both our mouths. We fuck some more. I felch another load from Bob. Creamy and thick. He tells me he's taken at least 18 men up his ass. It’s now 3:00 am. Both Bob and I are ready to go home. We go up to the sling, high on the platform and in the spotlight. I fuck him. I am joined by RVP, the piss boy (who seems to be a great top) and another hot bearded fucker. We all take turns on Bob. He’s jerking himself. After we’ve all used his hole, I start the second round. And I’m there. I shoot. I can’t stop. I hang onto the frame for dear life. The other guys are all over me. I let RVP clean my cock. The bearded fucker felches. I think RVP and the other bearded guy kiss….but I really don’t know. I am lying on top of Bob and kissing him. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2013 I was up earlier than I wanted to be. I left the warehouse at about 3am. I was hoping to sleep in. I hadn’t counted on the descent of the maid service at 7:20am. I’d remembered to put my Do Not Disturb sign out so no one knocked on my door, but I was awakened by hooting and hollering as carts collided in the outer hallway. Clean sheets were tossed, room numbers doled out at full voice and my door acted as a conduit to it all. I pulled a pillow over my head, but it was no good. I was awake. And Hungry. After expending all that energy last night, I gave up on sleep and pulled on my flight suit to go down to the complimentary breakfast buffet. There is little else like looking up from your plate of the obligatory scrambled eggs and catching the eye of the man who had pissed a river down your throat just 5 hours ago. He grinned. I smiled. And my cock twitched as I remembered the taste of his recycled gin and tonic. I went upstairs with an extra coffee and wrote up the Warehouse post. I got dressed and went to the main hotel. I was too early for the vendor mart by 20 minutes. I killed time looking through the silent auction items. And there he was. Jayson Park was sitting reading the CLAW yearbook. We hug. We talk about the man he’s meeting for the weekend. We talk about my night last night. We agreed to see if we can meet up later. I do the leather mart, making some notes for later shopping. A sandwich. And I’m ready to fuck. I contact the boy who has been so hot to jump in the sling for a piss fuck while we were six states apart. But I can hear it in his voice, he’s not that excited, at least right now. We agree to meet at the Warehouse party instead. (He never shows.) I get online. Many CLAW guys, while online, are not in town yet on this Friday afternoon. The locals who write me all have an excuse when we get down to it-- too early, too late, or the lack of parking in the city. I am ready to sign off when I catch a newly posted quick connect on bbrt. A youngish looking man is looking for loads in the host hotel. It takes just two exchanges and I walk back to the Hilton armed with his room number. I knock. The boy looks just like his pictures. He’s late 30’s, with dark, longish hair. Jake is shirtless, showing off a trim build, without any hint of being muscular. The room has two unmade double beds. And enough hardware laid out on the television table for a yard sale. His Master is into edge play. And he must like his puppies. There are two dog’s tail butt plugs, tucked half under the screen, as well. We kiss lightly. He removes his gym shorts. His tiny penis gets hard as I remove my boots. The door opens. It’s his Master. And the number two boy who lives in this triad. They get dressed to go out to dinner as I remove the rest of my clothes and Jake settles between my legs to suck my cock. For a moment it’s hard for me to concentrate on the task at hand with the Master chatting away to number two, but soon my cock takes over. Jake comes up for air. “Call us when you are ready for dinner.” And they are out the door. Alone, I get Jake on all fours. I kneel and eat out his hole. He is fresh from the shower. The hair surrounding his asshole is still damp. I am rampant. I work slowly into him. He gasps, but takes my cock like a pro—until the last 2 inches. He pulls away—as if I’d shoved a cattle prod up his butt. “I’m not used to big dick.” He pulls me down on the bed and sucks me. When I am covered in his spit, he sits on me. Again, he’s doing great when he’s bouncing on just half of me. I thrust up. He is off me in a heartbeat. He rolls over, his face in the pillows. I eat his freshly fucked hole. He’s a self luber and he tastes great. I work in again, slowly, with him flat on the bed. I don’t use my full length—don’t even try—and get a good fuck rhythm going. He grabs some expensive poppers. He huffs. “Give it all to me.” I do. Every inch. “Oh, man….” He inhales some more, but doesn’t pull off me. “Fuck me hard.” I do. He begins to yip like the puppy he is. His puppy mask sits on the back of the overstuffed chair by the window. I fuck until I need to catch my breath. I apologize that I’m not a great pump and dump guy---my fuse is way too long. He assures me he’s in no rush. Now that he can take me, he rides me again. Bouncing and growling in his pup voice. Then it’s back to doggy style---his ass at the edge of the bed so I can stand and drive it home. He growls—and I realize to my amazement—I am going to shoot. “I’m going to load you.” He pants hard and grinds his ass back onto me. I shoot. It feels like a nice load—considering how much I shot last night. He pulls off my cock and licks me clean. “Thank you—what a great 40th birthday present.” I give him a long birthday kiss. I go home. And sleep away the rest of the afternoon. (To be continued…) More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland—April, 2013 I arrived later than I hoped. I did a morning of work. Then, on the way out of state, I stopped by to see my Dad in his assisted living facility. It was hard to get away—and it was suddenly a full hour later than I planned to hit the road. I drove through rain. I drove through freezing rain. I drove through blinding sun. And I got to Cleveland at rush hour. I’m at the overflow hotel this year. It took me an hour to get from the expressway exit down seven blocks to the Hampton what with rush hour, a ball game jamming the stadium, and Ninth Street being torn up. And the valet parking stand being constantly full. But I have a great room. A king sized bed with plenty of room for the sling and rimseat—though my hotel play will be limited with my early departure. I walked over to register rat the main hotel. The Hilton is swarming with hot men in hides. I buy my play party tickets and some day passes to get around the hotel. Getting here so late, has cut into any opportunity to play before the Recon/Reflex party. I have a late dinner, nap a little and get dressed. Tonight it’s chaps, harness and boots. I cover it all with my flight suit, to get out of the hotel with a level of modesty though it molds to my slight ass and mounds to perfection over my fat cock. The young woman at the reception smiles appreciatively—the power of a man in uniform. I go in the back entrance of the warehouse at Flex. I prove I’m over 21—do ya think? I give them my ticket and head upstairs. I shuck my flight suit. It’s early—though the party started an hour ago, there are not many in the play space. And what a change. Gone are the cubicles made of opaque plastic. The cubicles now are chicken wire, so you can see what is happening on all sides of you. There is a large space for side by side crosses. In each cubicle there is a fuck bench or a bondage table or a platform sling. The watersports area is at the other end of the warehouse. It’s nothing but a drain in the floor—but there is a shower up a few steps and with a plexi-glass wall towards the crowd---something that was sorely lacking last year. By the door to the roof there is a suspension chain. The highlight, literally, is a canvas sling up a flight of stairs on a platform 6 feet in the air. It is lit dramatically. I wonder if anyone will be brave enough to use it. Gone are the glory holes—and frankly—any dark corner to have sex. I hope the guys will want to show off…. I sit on the steps that lead to the shower. Sure enough guys need to piss. The dungeon masters of the night have worked up a load. I hunker down. A man well older than I, takes out his very average cock. He gives me a long stream of piss down my throat. It is very strong. He’s been drinking some sort of hard liquor. His partner does the same, though he can’t get much flow going. I chat. I let a couple of men suck me. Then I see him on the other side of the WS area. He’s as tall and lean as I am, maybe even half an inch taller. He’s ten years younger, dressed in a harness, boots and a leather jock with yellow piping. He wants piss but it’s all gone to me so far. What he wants even more is my cock. He hefts it as he passes by me and gets lost for a moment in the crowd. When I find him again, he’s being fucked by a daddy with a long thin cock on one of the platform slings. I watch, stroking. Daddy takes a break. I kneel and taste his ass. His hole is wide open and delicious. He groans loudly. A crowd gathers. I rise. “You want this raw cock?” “Fuck, yeah.” I enter his moist hole. He clamps. “Slow, man” I don’t push all the way in. I fuck slowly. He’s only taking three quarters of my cock. He hits the poppers. I give all of it to him. He moans. A hot man in this 30’s, in full leather pants and shirt, come over. He encircles my cock with his hand. I let him hold on to me as I continue to fuck. Soon I let this younger guy taste the ass on my cock. He does. I pull him up to kiss. Then push him down to rim the boy. Then pull him up to kiss. Leather Pants inserts my cock back into the boy. This time I fuck him hard. He finally asks for a break. This time the he cleans himself off my cock. We meet up continually for the first half of the night. Fuck a little and move on to other things. I get a huge, great tasting piss load (gin and tonic) from a new arrival—angering the cute piss boy who has commandeered all the other piss for the evening. My pits are worked over by a hot man with a long beard. We exchange blow jobs. He delights what I do with my tongue on his thick PA. I share that first boy’s hole with another daddy with a long thin cock. He thinks it odd I want his cock in my mouth right after he’s done fucking. He lets me—and then can’t get enough of shoving it in the boy’s hole and then into my mouth. Repeat and repeat and repeat. Then he strokes as he watches me stand up, and fuck the boy silly. Leather pants sucks me for a while—and says he didn’t clean out. Look for his ass tomorrow. The first boy and I decide to show off. The floggers are making loud cracks next to us as we mount the stairs to the canvas sling. He gets in. I kneel and eat him out. I look down—all eyes are on us. I rise. I push into him. Slowly. He groans, loud enough to be heard throughout the room. “Now fuck me.” I do. Hips smacking his slender butt. He groans again and takes a hit. I fuck and fuck. I dip down to make a show of tasting his used ass, then insert my drooling cock back into him. He can’t take it deep for long. I’m back to just three quarters of my cock. We separate again. We meet up once more as he bends over to take three of us. Then leaves early as he feels his clean out going bad. I suck a thick, uncut cock. He’s been watching me fuck all evening and has finally pulled it out. I piss on a new boy---letting it cover his body from neck to cock and back again. It’s late now. The bar has closed. A new pig has arrived—a good looking cub. I see him getting fucked on one of the rigid platform slings. He takes a young man’s load as I approach. The top moves off and I move in. I taste the load, but leave most of it in place. I enter him. Around us are the thick, uncut daddy, a black top and a cub—all stroking. I fuck in the load. Then the uncut daddy. Then the cub. He unloads in the boy. I clean him off and eat a huge amount of cum out of the pig. I fuck him. Uncut daddy takes a turn and creams him. Another cock goes up the pig as I clean off uncut daddy. I look down, and groveling below me, the new piss boy is suckling on my cock. I let him. Then get him up and make him felch a little. He snow balls it to me. I keep fucking the pig, all frothy from the loads. He is loving it. Another shaved headed man gives him a load, climbing right up on the suspended platform to fuck him. I eat that out. We are practically the only men left in the warehouse. I fuck. It’s time to load him. “You want another load?” I beat my swollen cock on his balls. “Fuck yes.” “This will be five.” “And I started with four loads down in the bar.” No wonder he tasted so good when we started. I fuck. Eat. Fuck. Shoot. It’s a load I’ve worked up with 4 hours of play. I collapse onto the pig. I eventually clean him up a little. “Put your fingers in me.” I do. Two, then three, then four. “Fist me.” I add the thumb. I just push slightly. I have never used so much cum to fist. I slip right in. The pig wants to piss himself, but can’t quite get there. I slowly start to open my hand inside him. The cum lets me slide deeper. I pull my wrist cuff off so I can go deeper still. I do. A look of utter bliss crosses the pig’s face. A perfect end to a great night. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... It is time for CLAW! I hit the road for Cleveland Leather Awareness Weekend in about two hours. While I am not even halfway through writing up a very sexually active March, I am going skip ahead and try to report daily from my hotel in Cleveland. I can’t spend the entire weekend there this year, as work gets in the way by Saturday night….but I will have three days to get in to trouble and two massive play parties to fuck and piss my way through. My leather is cleaned and my boots need to find a hot boot black. I have packed the sling, the rimseat and a lot of towels… I am hoping to find a new toy for my piss boy’s hole and new piece of leather for me (Let’s use that discount from my brother at the Vendor Mart!) There is what looks to be a great art exhibit of erotic artist Etienne (Dom Orejudos). His murals at Man’s Country in Chicago are great. I can’t wait to see more. I have talked to a lot of hot men who are on their way to Cleveland. I hope to meet many of them. I may even find time to take a class… So stay tuned. It’s a busy (and hot!) weekend… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near My Home—March, 2013 I was at work. Dean, the handsome top who is expanding his bottom side with me, was chatting with me online. We had covered the weather, his last bar night, CLAW coming up in April and an exchange about a hot ass we wanted to share. Then he typed a sentence that made me sweat: “I hear you write a sex blog.” I typed back something noncommittal: “Oh?” “It’s fucking hot. Especially those entries about a certain guy named Dean.” I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans and relaxed a little. “You liked those?” “It was just like you were doing me again.” “Thanks,” I pecked out. "I have three hours before a meeting. Can we meet at the bookstore downtown?” We agreed as to exactly where and when, and then I told my boss that I was done for the day... He was right on time. We parked next to each other in the lot. We went into the new gay theatre. The bookstore has taken out some unused preview booths and built a separate, but equal gay theatre. About a dozen new chairs were scattered around the room. A padded bench ran against the side wall. We were alone in the space—except for some pretty boys doing some passionless fucking on the large flat screen. I am in my Camoes, old army shirt and combat boots. He’s dressed for his board meeting. He steps out of his slacks and folds them neatly as I sit on the padded bench and unbutton my pants. An obedient boy, now dressed in just his briefs and dress shirt, he kneels between my splayed legs. My cock is rock hard. I can never believe my good fortune— that someone I always wanted and thought was unobtainable, is once again taking my cock into his mouth. I make him hold a moment, with just the head in his mouth. I want to savor seeing that handsome face grind into my pubes as he slides home. He does, pausing for just a moment, then takes me all the way. He lingers for a long second, squeezing me in the back of his throat. Then he’s up and off my cock. I lean forward to kiss him. We kiss hungrily. His tongue pokes spit and pre-cum into my mouth. I swallow some, and give the rest back to him. He swallows and our mouths meet again. I let him go back down on me. His head bobs up and down, as I stroke his head. I finally have to pull him off me. He stands. His tented designer shorts are right in front of my face. No cock cage today. I pull them down and take him into my mouth. His cock is dripping. I swirl my tongue around the head. He groans and holds me in place by my ears. He begins to fuck my face. That thick cock of his makes me oval my mouth wide. He fucks my mouth. The fingers of his right hand move up to my head, making designs on my shaved scalp. “Oh, man…” he mutters. I can see him will himself to stop before he blows. I pull off his cock. “I want to eat your ass.” He gets on all fours on the padded bench. I kneel, but the bench is so low I am hunched over in a really awkward position. It doesn’t stop my tongue from connecting with his hole. He groans and says something I can’t understand, as his face is pressed against the plywood wall. I spit into his hole and snake my tongue into him. And again. But I have to stop. I am hurting my neck. “Sit there,” he says as he gets up and points to the middle of the bench. I do, my back against the wall. He steps up onto the bench, his back to me. He’s tall enough that he can straddle me and lower his ass onto my face. I gurgle my encouragement. I can’t get enough of his ass, lightly haired and now slightly open to my tongue. I eat and twist my tongue in even deeper. Fuck my rimseat, this is heaven right here. I have to stop stroking my cock, I’m so turned on by his ass. When his knees get tired, he gets down. I get up and we kiss. For a long time. I don’t kiss many men. I can’t stop kissing him. When we separate, I ask “How long do we have?” Dean looks at his phone. “I still have an hour before the meeting. It’s really close to here.” He looks at me, and kisses me lightly once more. “Fuck me.” I push him towards some chairs against the back wall, so he can brace himself on one of their arms. I eat his ass a little more, stroking my cock and applying some lube to it. I stand up. "You able to clean out at work?” I murmur in his ear. “This morning I did.” I make a quick mental compute of time and fish a Magnum out of my pocket. I slip it on without his being aware. I lube heavily. He bends, holding onto the arms of the plastic seat. I slap my engorged head against his hole. And I move into him slowly. He grunts. I pause. I push. He takes me. He’s takes me more easily every time we fuck. I hold, with my entire length in him. He is stroking. Furiously. I start a steady fuck rhythm. The door buzzes and opens. We are directly in front of it. And don’t care. I fuck. My balls slap Dean’s ass as an overweight Mexican stands for a moment, framed in the doorway, then steps in, continuing to watch us. He gropes himself, but makes no move to touch us. I fuck even harder with as audience. My balls whack at his ass. My hand connects on his upturned ass. He’s close. I can tell. The Mexican leaves—breaking our concentration as the door is yanked open and slams shut. I pull out. He’s clean. I rip the condom off, thinking I’d slide back in raw. “Oh, fuck.” He’s going shoot. “I want it,” I tell him. “You do?” He has never cum in my mouth. I sit on the floor against the side wall nearest us. Dean comes toward me. His dripping cock looks huge and red. I open wide. He pushes in and fucks my mouth for maybe two strokes. He explodes. He grabs the sides of my head and pumps his seed down my throat. I try to pull back slightly—I want to taste it. I am able to squirm back just enough to let the third spurt go across my tongue. It’s sweet and thick and viscous. And there is a lot of it. Dean starts to pull out. I grab his balls and hold him in place. I get one last spurt. I clean him off. It’s that moment I can’t get enough of with any man. To do it for Dean means more than I want to write here. He pulls me up. We kiss. Again. More...

We'll have to wait on that one---he's not prepared to go there. Yet.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—March, 2013 I traveled to Chicago for the piss party with my friend and fuck bud Ryan on the second weekend of March. He wrote it upfor his blog when he got home. It was a great trip. We hit not only the party, but a bookstore on the way and then went to Steamworks afterwards. The Bookstore This is a new one to me. It’s on the outskirts of Chicago. The arcade is laid out in the shape of an L. Quite a few booths have glory holes. Ryan and I go in different directions. I’m not looking to play too much with a four hour piss party on the horizon. Every dis-embodied eye peering through the hole seems to want to suck my cock. I let them. I also find a thick cock with an overabundance of foreskin to nurse on. Ryan and I meet up in the hallway. He gets me into the booth to see if I can fuck the same ass he just did. I go in and peer through the hole. The man on the other side is just finishing zipping up. I don’t get to see his fabled ass at all. Ryan and I, after a quick piss, (no, not on each other) are back on the tollway to Chicago. The Piss Party We check into the party, held in the back bar. A quick strip to my old (and holey) army boots and a jock I’m wearing to send off to a reader who wants it filled with my cum and piss stains. We check our bags. I need to piss like a race horse. We’ve been hydrating on Gatorade on the way in. I find a man kneeling in the inflatable pool waiting for his first piss load of the night. I am anything but hard for this piss. I can barely get my cock out of the pouch before the stream starts. I splash the first spurt right on the upturned face of the man groveling before me. He opens his mouth and lets it stream into his gullet. I then let the flow play on his nipples, passing over his hairy chest and then concentrate it on the small cock he is jerking frantically. I make a final splash up to his face for one more mouthful, and then stick my cock in his mouth. He hoovers me to get the last few drops of piss out and continues sucking me until I’m hard. I thank him. He thanks me. I pat his damp head and go sit on the bench at the back. Instantly a guy comes around the screen. He is balding—with that low rim of hair left that makes me want to go find clippers. He is carrying more weight than he should. But he’s eager. He goes down on my damp cock. He’s leaves trails of spittle all over my cock and jock as he deep throats. I make sure I rub some into the fabric. He gets up, turns around and sits on my cock. I don’t usually fuck in the first hour or so. But he left me no chance to refuse. He’s impaled himself on my cock. And, damn. His ass is as talented as his throat. He squeezes my big cock repeatedly on the out stroke. I finally tell him I need water and get to the bar. The early fuck sets the tone for this party. It’s not a piss party with some occasional ass. No, this time it’s all about fucking while occasionally getting splashed with piss. I am in constant demand. I fuck in the back corners. I fuck behind the screens across from the bar. I fuck one brave guy while he holds onto the edge of the bar, sticking his sculpted ass out towards the crowd watching us fuck. And many of them are not my regulars. One of these newcomers is a hot young man, slim and toned, who rides me, then licks my cock clean. He goes to drink some piss and then finds me every fifteen minutes or so. He particularly likes to climb up on my dick the moment it’s vacated by the previous guy. Just once I stop him. “Get down there.” I point between my knees. I stand up from the bench along the side wall and let my piss spit out on his handsome young face. He gasps and ovals his mouth. I feed the baby bird. He swallows my entire piss load—which is huge as I’ve so rarely stopped fucking—but have still managed to tank up while guys ride me. He gets up. I know right where he’s headed. He kisses me. He’s saved a mouthful of piss that we yellowball back and forth. I join the group around Ryan with David, and Jeff. I eat Jeff’s hole. Eventually, I watch as he fucks Ryan. David is glued onto my mouth, tasting Jeff’s ass. Then I fuck Ryan. Hard. David squats next to us so he can watch my big cock split his fuck bud open. Finally I pull out and slap my wet cock into David’s mouth. Ryan and I fuck side by side for a bit. Ryan is in David. I’m in this small man who reminds me of a jockey—a jockey with a perfectly shaped and hairy ass. David and the jockey turn to each other. They hold onto the bench with one arm, wrap their inside one around the other bottom and kiss hungrily. I could cum just watching them…but I don’t. I save it for the bathhouse. Steamworks It’s a busy night. We are re-fueled after a quick bite to eat. I am still pissing every 20 minutes. But the first thing I do is coax a hot Hispanic at the urinal next to me, to let me drink his piss. He can’t believe I want it. But he’s willing. He’s been drinking soda, so it’s sweet and good. It’s a hot, hot moment, knowing this guy has never done it before. He can’t disguise the joy in his face as I drink him down. Another convert. Ryan and I have not seen each other since we went to strip off in our separate rooms. We meet up at a fuck bench. Ryan is fucking a pig on the bench who seems to be taking all loads. He slows when he sees me. I push through the crowd of onlookers. Ryan pulls out of the full ass. I push in. The pig groans. I can tell I’m fucking in load. I have no idea whose it is. “Let me taste your cock,” Ryan whispers in my ear. I pull out. He sucks my cum covered cock clean. I stick it back in getting an even bigger groan from the pig bottom. I am really banging him and think this may be my time to shoot a load. But the bottom asks for a break. I find some cock suckers. I find a young man in the public sling. He is slim, all of 25. He’s been in the steam room. His brown curls are damp and sticking to his forehead. I drop my towel. “Fuck. Just use lots of lube.” I know something better. I drop to the sticky floor on the business end of the sling and eat his hole. He is literally purring as I work my tongue up him. I lube my cock a little and enter him. We fuck. Bystanders stroke his chest, play with his nipples. One wants his cock sucked, but it’s an impossible angle the way the sling is hung. I am close. Again. But my boy jerks himself off before I can cum. He apologizes as he staggers out of the sling. I fuck in some closed rooms. Not my favorite. Much later, I check the sling. I can’t believe it. The same boy is back. He can’t believe I haven’t gotten off yet. I eat his hole. I slip in. I plow. I am going to give him a load this time. It takes no time for me to be on the edge. “You want this load?” “Fuck, yes. Breed me!” I do. I collapse on his chest. He holds me for a moment. I feel sticky—he’s gotten off again. I look up. There’s Ryan, watching us. I smile at him, a slightly crooked grin. “A good night,” I say to no one in particular, as my slippery cock slides out of the boy's loaded ass. More...

It is a great hole---and tastes and feels even better than it looks.