FelchingPisser

My pleasure. That man did the same for me....

Thanks. He was so hot--with that perfect combination of body and mind set!

Jake---I would love that. We didn't get to do any piss play last time!!

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2103 He must have given me a name somewhere along the line—but after instant messaging for days on end and finally arranging a date for the middle of the month— by the time he arrived at my door, I no longer knew it. I watched him get out of his car. He looked exactly like the man you’d take home to your parents: tallish, good looking, gym-fit, dark hair, obviously successful with the car he was parking in front of my house. As I answered the door, I ran through his last email to me. “I will be there right at 2pm so I can get home B4 my BF gets home from work,” he’d typed. “Use me hard, BB only. Do whatever you want to me.” I got him up to the playroom, told him to strip and went downstairs to put on my boots and jock. Once I was ready and I opened the door, he was right where I wanted him—astride the new fuckbench. I stand in the door just looking at that ass. It’s a thing of beauty. It’s so white, beautifully shaped with just the right amount of hair down the crack. I kneel behind him. The only sound in the room are some moans coming from the porn playing on my laptop and his deep breathing as he waits for me to touch him. So I don’t. I just look at his ass. His breathing becomes more rapid. I slowly lean in. My beard brushes his perineum. My tongue hits his hole. He whimpers. “Oh, thank you.” He grunts as I push deeper. “Yes.” He pushes back onto my face. “Use my ass.” I’m stroking my cock as I’m eating him out. His hole is responding to my tongue’s insistent probing by becoming more pliant. I stand up and start to insert my cock. I stop to take a picture. And another. As I push forward he squeezes down on me, milking my cock. It’s my turn to grunt. I am balls deep. I listen to his heavy breathing for a moment, and then begin a long, slow pull out. When I see the flare of my cock head, I shove it back in. Deep. He grunts a low, rumbling sound of pleasure. I fuck him as hard as I can. I love the view of him below me, clutching the handles of the fuckbench. He is bucking back on almost every stroke—showing me he can take the hammering I’m giving him. I stop. I pull out and taste his hole. It’s sweet with lube and pre-cum. “Let’s get you in the sling.” I enter him hard this time. One long stroke. He grunts. I pound his ass again--just as hard, reveling in how flipping him onto his back gives us both whole new sensations. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My playroom is an upstairs bedroom. It has a hardwood floor. For years I’ve made sure I have covered it with a tarp and a drop cloth (as I like my piss play right there) to protect it. But I haven’t done anything about protecting our knees. One way or another, people are on their knees a lot in my playroom. My boys almost invariably start by sucking my cock, kneeling on the hard floor. I spend as much time, maybe more, on my knees as I eat the ass on display on the bed, sling or fuckbench. I sometimes fuck them on the floor before we move to another place. I have put up with it for several years—but when I got the new bench I finally did something about it. That something was a padded mat. I opted for a rubberized exercise mat that comes in 2 foot squares. It has jigsaw shaped edges so I can add more to it as I see fit. Right now, I have enough to go under both the sling and the fuckbench. It sticks out far enough for me to be on it at the business end of the sling and bench. I started by putting down a sheet of plastic to protect the wood in case any moisture ever found its way through the cracks of the join. Then the mat was placed on top of that in a 6 by 8 foot area. Eventually I will do the whole room. I would definitely like it under the rimseat. I still put down a tarp (thinner now) for the predominate piss area under the sling and a cotton sheet to catch any run off. The first time I used it, I was amazed how much a simple half inch of cushion helped the knees. The boy of the moment liked it too. I couldn’t get him off his knees—not that I tired too hard… More...

I thought you would like this entry. I want this guy back....I hope his travels bring him in my direction again....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 “I’m an all purpose top into WS, bondage, FF with a portable sling. I love to play one on one or in groups. I love to eat a fully loaded ass. I love to play in long (but chem free) sessions. I love to play in leather with my cum and piss stained jock buried in your face. And I love guys who know how to clean out so well, that they can give me back whatever I give them up their ass…” Some of you likely recognize that as my BBRT profile. It’s gotten me a lot of sex. But I don’t often find a pig who is determined to give me everything back… He’s visiting Michigan on business. The Pig has made a point of staying in a town near me. We have chatted and chatted. Our pervs seem to be in total sync. I have invited Harry from Chicago to fuck him, too. But Harry watches it all…and really does nothing during the encounter. He lies on the bed, stroking as I work the Pig over. I may not mention Harry again. The Pig is naked but for a red jock and white socks. I am in my leathers at his request. He is almost as tall as I am. He certainly has more meat on his bones. And a great pelt of fur covers his chest, legs with only slightly less on his ass. He is maybe 10 years younger than I. “Suck my cock.” He is on his knees instantly. I am standing in front of the sling. The pouch on my stained jock is swollen with my burgeoning cock. The Pig inhales the aroma. I have worn the most highly stained one I own. It hasn’t been rinsed since the last piss party—it’s been sitting in a Ziploc bag for a man like the Pig. He can’t enough of the scent. He inhales deeply. He licks at my balls through the fabric. Finally I get them out of the pouch, so the Pig can suckle on them. My cock sticks out of the side of the pouch. I pull the Pig off my balls and guide him up to the dripping head of my cock. He murmurs something—it might be “Fuck”—as he takes the cock head in his mouth. He is gurgling happily as he swallows it down. He’s a great cock sucker. I let him have his fill. I pull him up. We kiss hungrily. I want to taste myself on his tongue. “Get on the fuckbench.” He does. It spreads his generous ass beautifully. The framing by the red straps of his jock complete the picture. I toss a towel under the bench. And piss a short blast on his ass crack. He grunts in surprise and pleasure. I am right there, kneeling and licking his crack dry. Then he gets wet again with my saliva. I love the taste of my pale piss mixed with the sweat of his ass crack. The Pig looks over his shoulder at me. “Can we move to the sling?” We do. I go back to eating his hole as soon as he’s comfortable. I eat him out until my knees are tired. I stand up and send an arc of piss out of my hard cock that hits his nipples. I direct the stream down his torso until it’s covering his jock. “Yes, Sir. Fuck my hole.” I lean in, giving his chest a quick lick, then my lubed cock is ready for his ass. And his ass is ready for me. I enter him easily. He takes me to the hilt. I fuck him hard—stopping only after I become winded. My cock goes into his mouth—with his perfect clean out. HE savors the taste of himself on my swollen meat. We break. The Gatoraide comes out. “I have piss, Sir. You want it?” I kneel. He pulls a decent sized cock out of his jock and gets it into my mouth just as he starts to piss. He’s prepped for me. It’s hot and wet and diluted. Perfect. I swallow fast. The Pig is just letting it all flow out. And he has a huge load. I begin swallowing faster and faster so as not to spill any on the tarp under the sling. Finally, his piss runs down. I swallow and begin to suck his cock. He hardens, but he abruptly pulls himself out of my mouth and gets back in the sling. I am up his ass instantly. I revel in his silky canal. And how he can milk my cock. I slow my strokes until I am barely pumping into him. I suddenly have a huge bladder full from all his piss coursing through me. I hold, pull out slightly so only about 4 inches of me is still buried in him and let him have it. “Fuck!” he groans out. “Fill my fuck hole with your hot piss.” I try not to give it all to him, but I have a hard time stopping. As it slows, I fuck some deep into his guts. He tells me he can feel it flow deep. I pull out and kneel. I lick around his hole, tasting my piss there. “Do you want it?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond. He pushes. A blast of my piss comes shooting into my mouth. It’s my turn to gasp. And swallow. Just as the first load is gone, he shoots a second load out of his ass. Most goes into my mouth, but much of it lands in my beard. After I swallow, I get up, lean across him and kiss him. We explore each other’s mouths. He licks the piss out of my beard. I go back to rimming him. He seems to have got the last of it out. I fuck him until I’m on the verge of cumming. I stop right on the edge and enjoy the feeling as it subsides. “Get on the rimseat.” I help him out of the sling and then crawl under the rimseat. He sits gingerly, then takes a hit of poppers. My tongue probes his well fucked butt. Then gravity does its work. There is still a huge load of piss up his hole. It cascades out of him and down my throat. I sputter and swallow. His clean out is still good. I have to swallow repeatedly and then dive into his butt with my tongue as deep as I can go. His mouth is spewing obscenities as he tells me how hot it is for me to drink it straight from his ass. I rim more—his ass going from piss hole to fuck hole. I tap the underside of his legs—the signal for him to get up. “Sling.” It’s all I can muster. The Pig jumps in. I begin to fuck him hard. He takes his cock out of his wet jock and begins beating in time with my thrusts. In no time he shoots a load into all that hair on his chest. I look at Harry. He signals for me to go ahead and shoot. So I give the Pig my cum up his pissed out hole. Enough that it drips out onto the damp tarp. I kneel and clean him up. I stand, shaky and spent, but lean across the Pig for a great, fluid-swapping kiss. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—May, 2013 I met Jerry at a Halloweenparty in Northern Indiana. I watched him fuck a couple of guys. He watched me fuck a lot of guys. We kept smiling at each other. Eventually he pulled me aside and said he’d like to feel my cock up his ass sometime—but he wasn’t about to do it there. (I have linked the two parts of the party above. I called him Will back then--as I didn't have a name yet....) I suggested he just let me eat his ass. He agreed. I remember getting lost in his full, ebony ass—blocking out all the noise from around the bar, the chatter from the guys not having sex and the inane music playing on the sound system. We exchanged numbers. He sent me pictures. I sent some to him. I saw that Jerry fucked my fuck bud Ryan—you can read about that encounter here. We would chat by text or on Adam4 Adam fairly often, but it took almost 18 months before we finally met up one Saturday afternoon… He’s nervous. We talk for almost half an hour in my living room before we go upstairs to the play room. We talk about us. About my little town (and how he had not seen any black people anywhere near this area.) About what I was about to do to him. He strips down and puts in his clothes in the tall bureau in the corner. I use the hook on the back of the door for mine. I glance over. He is as well built as ever—maybe even a little more defined on his chest and arms. Jerry gets right to his knees and starts sucking my cock to hardness. It doesn’t take much work. My cock responds to his mouth and even more to the idea of this hot top about to give up his ass to me. With that thought, I pull out of his mouth and sink to my knees. We kiss briefly before he stands up. I take his long, thin cock deep into my mouth. He bucks against me. It’s the perfect thickness—I can still breathe with it in my throat. “Eat me out like you did at the party.” He jumps right into the sling. I help him get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel down onto the hard wooden floor. I look at the full black globes in front of me. Slowly I pull them apart. My tongue hits home. I hear a whimper from Jerry. “Oh, yeah. Eat me out.” My tongue works deeper. He’s starting to perspire. His ass crack in only moderately hairy—but it’s enough to make the little beads of sweat cling to him—before I lick them away. I spend quite some time on his hole. He’s very tight. My right index finger squirms into him. It looks so white against his dark skin. He is only beginning to open up when I stand. I lube my dick up. I push the head against his hole. Jerry breathes deep. His hole opens a little—just enough to get my flaming red cock head into him. Jerry moans. He reaches for his cock and, though it’s losing its super hardness, he begins to flog it. I can’t move he is so tight. I inch forward. He’s opening. A little more. I am almost there. Jerry groans again, as my pubes mash up against him. “Damn, you are tight.” He just nods and beats his cock. I pull out a little. Then push back in. Then back out a little more. I fuck him slowly and steadily. I am now pulling back most of my length. Jerry gasps out “You feel great.” “So do you,” I tell him. And he shoots. His white spunk is all over his chiseled black abs. One shot has hit right below his left nipple. I know I need to get out of him—and I do. I lean down and lick him clean. He is delighted and chagrined he shot so fast. “Can you take anymore?” Jerry shakes his head. He’s up, and into the shower and out the door. Maybe 30 minutes in the play room—just as long as our pre-fuck discussion. I don’t shoot. But, surprisingly, I feel fine with it. Yeah, he was that hot. Though, that night, I shoot a large load into a devil’s dick I have forming in the freezer. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The rest of my April sexual adventures have been detailed in the posts I wrote daily from CLAW. I know I took quite a few days off after I returned home in order to rest my weary dick. So it was the top of May before I played again. With some time to write today, I opened the file where I keep a list of my encounters (in the order they happened) and other ideas for blog posts. The first entry for May was “Visitor from Texas.” H’mmmmm. Well, it had to happen. I have nothing. I quickly searched through the hook up sites to see if I could find correspondence. It had all been auto erased, it’s been so long. There were no stray photos in any email account either. Often I make notes, but there is nothing else for this entry. I can picture all the other names that are still in limbo on that list. I can conjure up no mental image at all for Texas. Did we just fuck? There are no notes about covering him in piss or working my hand up him, or that he brought a bag of toys. I am pretty sure that it was good encounter, for I always make notes if things go wrong. I hope he’s not a reader of this blog—(though that would likely have been a note I’d have made.) I really hate the time lag I currently have from fucking to writing about it—especially as I had a very busy spring with the two leather conventions and many more people than usual interested in making the trip to the playroom. I hope that I will be all but up to date by the end of summer. I haven’t been able to write a lot, but I have barely been able to play at all, so the list grows shorter… **** A rule I try to live by is that playtime has to equal the round trip drive I make to an encounter. I try to make that true for the men who travel to me as well. I have always preferred a longer session than a 10 minute quickies. Quickies can be great, but not if I’m in the car for two hours to get there. My next May encounter had me driving farther than usual. A top/vers who I had played with years ago in one of Michigan’s larger cities wrote me on BBRT. He and his partner had invited a young leather bottom to fuck all afternoon and evening. Would I like to join them? Well, I liked Dennis. I had never met his partner or the bottom, but it sounded like it would be well worth the trip—with plenty of potential for extended play. They had a sling and a playspace. I, for a change, could leave my equipment at home. I found the house easily. Dennis showed me in, taking my bag of lubes and restraints. It was a house in flux—the partners were doing all the work on this fixer upper. I sat down in the living room, one of the few rooms on the main floor which was finished. Dennis is a tall, patrician man with a year round tan and a big dick. We are contemporaries in age and body type. His partner, Max, is Latin and several heads shorter than the two of us. I guessed his age as a few years younger. He couldn’t take his eyes off the bulge in my 501’s. We chatted awhile. The bottom was nowhere in sight. Eventually he emerged from a back bedroom. Bill was a cute otter, short and with a decidedly sub streak. He was 30-ish; maybe just 40. He curled up on the sofa next to me and began playing with my bulge as we continued the talk about Dennis and Max’s renovation. Soon Bill was on the floor. He unlaced my combat boots. He pulled them off, shoving his face deep into each boot, inhaling deeply. Then my thick wool socks were peeled off. I hoped he’d go for my toes, but instead Max asked me to stand up. While we talked of the dry rot in the dining room, Max and Bill knelt and slowly undid my button fly and my belt. I stepped out of my jeans. Bill began tonguing my jockstrapped bulge. Max moved around, pulled my cheeks apart and stuck his tongue as far up my hole as he could. Bill simply smiled, played idly with his cock that was hidden under crimson running shorts. Eventually he stopped the boys and told them to take me downstairs… The space has two single beds and a sling hanging from the rafters off to the side. I have put Bill in the wrist restraints and fastened them behind him, right at the small of his back. His mouth is ovaled and he is taking me deep. I pull out long strands of thick saliva. Dennis is sitting in chair next to us. “Fuck his throat. Make him take it all.” I buck into his mouth, then hold it until he almost chokes. I pull out and spit in his open mouth. He grunts a sound of surprise and approval. We repeat the action. Then I pull him up and have him kneel on the edge of the bed. I push him forward. He has no arms available to catch himself. His head goes into a nest of pillows. I kneel and stick my face into his hairy crack. He moans into the pillows, then tells me to do anything I want to him. I spend a long time eating his hole out. I ask Dennis if he wants a turn, but he tells me he just wants to watch me work him over. He flogs his still flaccid cock. There is no sign of Max. I rise up and insert. My cock glides into him fast. I grind my pubes into his spread hole. Bill feels terrific. He knows how to squeeze my cock. I hold for a bit, then begin a slow pounding into him. He moans, muffled by all the pillows. I pull out, wanting him to taste his ass on my cock. But I can’t. I am dirty. Really dirty. I undo him, and tell him to go clean up. I make for the bathroom on this level and wash and wash and wash. Max eventually comes downstairs and gives me some head. He is uncomfortable with me rimming him—and even more uncomfortable when I try to fuck him. He says he wants it— but his body is telling me “no.” Max asks to rim me. He is really good. His tongue is all over my ass. I am back to having a good time. Bill arrives. Soon I go back up him. He asks me to pull out almost instantly. He races upstairs. Max and I play for a bit more. Bill tries again—this time in the sling. I get up him and he asks instantly for a break. Dennis is upstairs now, never having managed an erection. Max goes up to join them. The writing on the wall is now in focus: the upstairs bedroom holds more interest than sex. Whatever drug it is makes no difference—it is changing the potential of great play into three minute bursts of sexual energy and incredible lengths of time with me on my own, left watching bad porn. I should have known sooner…. I stick it out for a bit longer, then make an excuse and leave—my playtime severely shortened. Bill and Dennis never even know I take off. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... When I bought my fuckbench last April, and posted a picture of it, I received a very polite email from a gentleman I had never met. He was in the process of drawing up plans for a wooden fuckbench. He didn’t really want to create a website to disseminate the instructions, but thought my blog might be the place. Would I be interested in seeing his work? Well, of course I would. When I opened the attachments, there were meticulous designs for three different benches. The instructions were clear. The illustrations were great and really clarified the construction. They look similar to a sawhorse, with padded top bracing for the stomach and padded leg supports. I agreed to send them to anyone interested in adding a piece of fuck furniture to their playspace—whether it’s a dungeon or the guest bedroom; the attic you have cleaned up for play or that spot behind the furnace that you were never quite sure what to do with… Here is a sample of the instructions: A-FRAME Part Designation: A1 Beam 2x4 1 piece at 9 inches A2 Beam 2x4 1 piece at 20 inches B Legs 2x4 4 pieces at 32 inches C Diagonal Bracing 2x2 4 pieces at 24 inches D Horizontal Brace 2x4 2 pieces at 25 inches J Arm Rest Support 2x4 2 pieces at 14 inches K Arm Rest Bracket 2x4 2 pieces at 20 inches L Hand Grasp 2 pieces of 1 inchdiameter dowel at 10 inches 1. Cut Beam (A). A1 is 9 in. long and A2 is 20 in. long. 2. Cut 4 legs (. Top of leg should be angled at 75o and bottom at 15o, both across the narrow side of the 2x4 board. See Fig 1. Height of bench is determined by the shorter distance between the beveled edges of the leg. For each 1 inch change in bench height add or subtract 1 1/32 inches in leg length. For each leg board, beginning slightly in from one end at a point “a” (Fig. 1), draw a line across the narrow side of the board at a 15o angle to a point “b” on the opposite edge. From point “b” measure along the length of the board the distance calculated to be the bench leg length to a point “c”. From point “c”, draw a line across the narrow side of the board at 75o to a point “d” on the opposite edge. Lines “ab’ and “cd” should be on the same edge of the board and inclined in opposite directions. Cut the boards along these lines..........etc. What I can’t show you are the drawings—Blogger won’t let me either cut and paste them, or upload them since they aren’t photos. Trust me, they are great. To be clear, he is not charging for these. Nor am I. Just send an email to me at felchingpisser@gmail.comand I will be happy to forward them to you. We both believe that there is actually furniture that can make sex better. It’s time to get out your skill saw… More...

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

Thanks.....those parties are great if you like to get wet....

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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