FelchingPisser

I'm sure he'd be open for that---and I'd be felching afterwards....

That's why I like you---always thinking of me and what I like to do....

I have pissed ON his ass---but not up it yet. Maybe I can work on that this weekend. Thanks!

Yeah.....I'm sure he did.

And I would love to whore you out---felch the loads--and add my own. A reader of my blog sent me plans for me to distribute to guys who would like to build their own bench. They will be available free of charge to anyone who is a good at DIY.

I bought mine at jimsupport. Much cheaper than the companies who handle it retail. In the next little bit as I write about the bench on my blog, I will also include some plans sent by a reader to make your own.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I don't have time to write a full entry, today or tomorrow, but I do have two shots of the first hot ass on the new fuck bench. I don't have the playroom set up the way I want it yet. But that didn't stop a three-way that included getting my dick into this ex-navy ass. We have played a lot while he's been staying in my hometown. He's taken me repeatedly and two of my friends (one of them showing off the goods here.) I've also whored him out twice in a back room. He's great. And is headed back to base at the end of the month. More...

I was able to save my forest of hair.....and get rid of them with little problem. But thanks....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—March, 2013 I flew out of St. Louis early on Monday morning with my cock still thinking about the great sex party. I returned to Michigan and did nothing until the weekend. I didn’t want to—I was still sated. I was hoping to get a man or two to my playroom on either Friday night or Saturday, but nothing worked out. I’d seen a party in Detroit for Saturday night. It looked like an odd mix of guys, but I ended up deciding to make the drive. A mistake. Thirteen guys attended. One tight, not very clean motel room. Four of them were unprepared for anal sex as I found out the hard way. One was a good fuck bud. One other was a good fuck until it went bad…(see above). One great felching moment out of my bud, the large load delivered by a cheating husband. Eleven men who thought constant talk was more fun than having sex. One television with an infomercial blaring away. I left early. And without getting off. But not alone. I left with One case of crabs. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis, MO—February, 2013 (This picks up immediately after yesterday’s posting.) I slowly pull out of Mark, who just got off from my fucking. I turn. I have an audience—three young guys who have just arrived… Two of them stand with their arms wrapped around each other. They prove to be a couple and this is their first group party. They are visibly nervous. The top is just 30, Hispanic and ripped. Not surprisingly, after a lot of head by almost everyone in the entire room, he fucks Bottom Guy. His partner is softer, maybe younger, and is handsome enough to be a model. He spends most of the evening letting guys play with his nipples and, occasionally, sucking his cock. The other man is young, maybe 35, and good looking….though I never see his face again. He lies face down on the bed and lets every man who wants to, fuck his rounded ass. I watch for a moment as the all oral guy is finally allowed to suck the gorgeous new arrival. The model is lying on the bed. The older oral guy is between his legs and sucking his long, slender cock. I walk over to the bed and sit next to them. I don’t try for his cock. I stroke his balls. It feels good to give my overused cock a rest. The balls shift and tighten under my fingers. The older guy knows by this point in the evening, what I like. He moves around into the middle of the bed. He pulls the gorgeous one to him, so his crotch is in front of me, then grabs his legs and pulls them into the air. His gorgeous mounds of ass flesh are exposed. I don’t wait for him to say anything. I slip off the bed and bury my face in the upturned ass. He squeals, but doesn’t tell me to stop. He’s fresh from shower. I dig deep. He groans. The oral guy tells me to rim him deep. I do. It’s a great ass—responsive to each thrust of my tongue. I envy his boyfriend for getting his cock in there. But I am good, I just slobber, poke and prod at his tight hole, that is no longer so tight. “Fuck him.” I look up. I’m hoping it’s the Hispanic Boyfriend giving me permission. But it’s just the mouthy Bear. I ignore him and continue to lick and spit. When my jaw gets tired, I stand up. My cock slaps right against his hole. I watch the model’s eyes widen. The Oral Guy tells he should try my cock. I prod the overly wet hole. I could easily enter him. I watch his eyes. I can see him think about it. Then he shakes his head no. I sigh, slap his upturned butt and go off to plow the Blond Versatile guy. I do a quick mental count as I get him into the sling---he’s my sixth ass of the night. And he’s good. We fuck, with his partner watching us. Later. I am kneeling on the floor with BG. We are both working on the young Hispanic Top’s cock. BG does most of the work, I move around and mouth the Top’s balls and, very briefly, his butt. We work a long time, but are rewarded with the Hispanic Top grabbing BG’s ears and fucking into his throat. He grunts his enjoyment as he unloads into his mouth. I pull off his balls and just watch his face contort in pleasure. BG holds his cock in place to get every drop of jizz. When he finally releases the dick, I stand up to move on. I’m pulled back down to BG’s side. He kisses me. The cum pours into my mouth. I want to swallow, but I’m good and snowball most of it back to him. We kiss and lick. He cleans my beard of one stray strand of semen. I go off, thinking I’ll finally fist Will. But I’m grabbed by the Gorgeous boy. “I have to leave. My boyfriend said you’d want my load.” I barely have time to kneel before he shoots as big a load into my mouth. He thanks me and takes off after the Hispanic Top who’s already heading downstairs. I find BG and drag him to a dark corner. We have another intimate moment of snowballing this new load. Will decides his ass has had it. I find the total top in the bedroom ramming his thick dick into the guy who came late, but has taken every top but me. Bear is there, watching his boyfriend fuck. “Give him his first load. That’s what he came for. Breed him good.” I watch as the Total Top picks up the pace and obviously unloads in this much younger man. I get ready to felch, but Bear pushes past me and inserts his dick in the now cummy hole. It takes no time at all for him to add his load. He bucks and squirts and curses. Bear lets me clean his cock. Then true to form, pushes my face into the frothy mess in the boy’s ass and holds it there. I lick and swallow the two loads mixed in this hot hole. I gulp and swallow. My cock is so hard. It aches. I stand up and insert my drooling cock into my seventh ass of the night. He’s an incredibly silky fuck with the remnants of the two loads up there. I don’t think he has any idea who is in him. But he’s complaining about how big I am, in his now tender hole. The Oral Top arrives at my side. Word has spread, I guess. He leans in to kiss me and snowballs a load into my mouth. I swallow. He tells me it’s BG’s load, his partner. I thank him. The bottom under me is trying to squirm away. I look for Will. He’s not in the room. BG just came, he won’t want a load. No one I’ve fucked is in the room, but this guy and Bear standing watching us. “You’re too big,” the bottom says, trying to look around to me. “Shut up! Just shut up and take him.” The Bear grabs the bottom’s neck and holds him down into the mattress. “Now fuck him.” I am sure that will kill my cum shot. But I’m wrong. Just a few more strokes and I seed my last ass in St. Louis. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis, MO—February, 2013 It has become an annual event. My friend/f-bud Will hosts a party for my final night in St. Louis. (Last year’s gathering I detailed in four entries, starting here.) This year the entire guest list was brand new to me, but most of the men had been up Will’s voracious hole at some point or another. His partner, Brian, picked me up at my hotel and drove me into the beautiful historic section of the city—where all the homes look just like Vincent Minnelli’s vision of them in “Meet Me in Saint Louis.” I hug Will when he greets me in the kitchen. I ask if he is expecting much turnout as tonight is the gay Super Bowl. He tells me the Academy Awards will only be on the tiny set in the kitchen—porn is on every other television. I undress once again in their formal Victorian dining room. I am joined almost immediately by a thick muscled daddy. Tom of Finland, if he was working today, would have loved to use this man’s ropy, corded arms as a model. He tells me his name is Mark. He looks me up one side and down the other as I step out of my pants. His gaze lingers on my thin ass. He wants to fuck me, I just know it. Bruce, Mark and I troop upstairs. We sit in the main sitting area, watching some fisting porn. Bruce, a decently built guy about my age, pulls aside Mark’s jock and sucks his soft cock down his throat. I stroke, watching them, not the porn. When Bruce pulls off the cock, it’s become a good 7 incher. Mark gets off the couch and kneels before Bruce and swallows his slightly larger dick. I start to get up to join them, as Will comes into the room. He kneels and expertly swallow’s my cock. He works it, coating it with large amounts of spit, then turns around and sits on me. He can’t ride me for long as he has to go off and answer the door. I have Mark’s cock down my throat when a new couple walk in. The bottom—as he announces himself—is likely late 40’s, short and wiry. He is erect all evening. No matter how hard he is being fucked. His partner has just turned 65, but has found the gym during the last ten years. He is extremely oral. He gets down on the floor and swallows my cock. Bruce is up Bottom Guy in no time. He takes him on all fours, right next to BG’s oral boyfriend. BG grunts and groans loudly as he’s fucked. Two more enter. A perfect leather daddy. He has hair everywhere except on his head. I learn fast he is a Total Top. Bruce pulls out of BG, and the Total Top is up him before he can see who is entering him now. The other man has a big, bearish build, too. He doesn’t wear his weight as well. His dick is hard just looking at his Total Top boyfriend fucking BG. Will comes in. Bear literally pushes him to the floor and attacks his ass. He has a foul mouth, calling Will every name he can think of. I have ever seen Will, a big man in his own right, go so sub. He seems to love being dominated and treated like this. Soon Total top and Bear trade asses. BG and Will are facing each other, both on all fours, taking the poundings they are being given. Their hands reach out for each other. They clasp fingers and just hold on. I watch the proceedings while still playing with Oral Top, Mark and Bruce. I have been sucking Bruce (fresh from his fuck of BG) when I feel a finger trying to go up my ass. It’s Mark. He wants to fuck me. Now. I get up and whisper in his ear that I don’t get fucked. He looks really crest fallen, but tells me that while I might not be versatile, he is. I take the opportunity to bend him over and eat out his muscle ass. A lull. We reassemble in the sling area. Wes is in the sling. I am eating his hole. It feels like all the rest are watching me get ready to fuck. The Bear sits on the couch in the slilng room and tells me what to do—as if I don’t know. Oral Top is on his knees, sucking the Bear. Total top is standing in the back, his big arms wrapped around BG. Bruce and Mark are crowded in the doorway watching me work. Will’s hole is wide open from all the cock—and the hard plowing—he’s already gotten. My tongue can go in even deeper than usual. I love the taste of his well-used hole. I get up and slide my cock in. “Fuck that fucker,” the Bear commands me. I am slamming my hips against Will’s upturned ass. I love showing off. I pull my cock all but out of his ass on each stroke. Suddenly, Bruce grabs my shoulder moving me out of the way. He enters his boyfriend roughly. He fucks, grunting on each stroke. I know he’s about to shoot. He does—extremely loudly. I kneel. He pulls out and lets me clean his cock. Then he pushes me into his boyfriend’s cummy ass. I lick and swallow. Suddenly I feel some one kneeling next to me. It’s BG. I stop felching and look at him. He leans in to kiss me deeply. His tongue squirms into my mouth. We kiss. I lean away so he can lick Will’s ass. He digs in, then returns the favor of snowballing the cum he’s dug out into my mouth. We hold onto each other. We can’t get enough. It’s my turn to lean into Will’s dripping ass. I am actually able to get a little more. We kiss once again…. An hour later. I have fucked BG in the sling. I have nailed Wes on the bed. And, most surprisingly, the big Bear who has gone versatile—still telling me how to fuck. Unfortunately, I have to stop and tell him how to clean out. Another couple has arrived—a blond versatile and his Hispanic boyfriend, who’s all bottom. I get right into the Hispanic boyfriend as soon as Bruce is done with him. I feel the bulk of Mark behind me. He’s playing with my ass on the backstroke. I finally stop fucking. Mark pulls me to him. He whispers in my ear. “I’m ready. Fuck me.” This muscle god pulls me towards the bed. He bends over, hands on the bed, feet on the floor and just arches his full ass towards me. I kneel. I pry his ass apart and stick my tongue in him. Hot and sweet. And sweaty from all the fucking he’s done. “Do him!” It’s the Bear of course. I stand up and slowly work my way into his ass. I have to inch my entire length up him. It’s slow going, but I can feel him opening up. Suddenly, I’m there. I grind my pubes against him. “Jeez, you are big.” I laugh. “Now rip me open.” I fuck him hard. I pound and pound—what I have wanted to do from the moment I saw him undressing. From out of nowhere, Mark grunts, harder and longer. His ass clamps down on my cock. I’ve done it. I’ve fucked the cum out of him. I slowly pull out. I turn. I have an audience—three young guys who have just arrived… (To Be Continued) More...

You would have fit right in...

I hope to get some one on it very soon---and post the pictures. (Your ass would look great on it....)

You know I'd love that. As I just wrote about our great night in STL.....

I purchased it straight from the manufacturer--JIMsupport. They have an online site: http://www.jimsupport.com/play-furniture.html. Going direct helped cut the cost. One other retail leather site carries them, but at quite a mark up.

I would say it's a great investment for public sex venues. It's comfortable. I was on it to set the height of the middle support. I know that traditional wooden ones can really hurt the stomach/chest of the bottom astride them.

And it's still virgin territory as I type this....I'd love to get you on it. Shouldn't we be making a film?

Thanks.....I will. And I'm sure there will be photographic evidence of it's use on here.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The new fuck bench is assembled. The middle section can also be lowered to a flat cushioned bench. I was hoping to take some photos with someone on it, but we went to another city to play last night. They will happen--stay tuned. More...

Thanks.....I am glad you enjoyed it. They were two very hot men.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St. Louis, MO—February, 2013 Joe, who I wrote about last year in Two Scent Pigs, was coming to my expensive hotel room on Saturday. Sometime in the course of the day he sent me a text saying how much he was looking forward to seeing me again. I shot one back saying it had been too long. Then he said he would be fine if I wanted to include others in our play time. I didn’t think anything more about it. Halfway through the afternoon session of the conference, I remembered this hot blond leather guy who’d hoped to play while I was in town. On break, I got online and found him. He’d love to join us. I told him the time and room. He was the first one there. The curve of his jockstrapped ass looms in front of me. He’s on all fours on the bed. His blond head is resting on one of the countless pillows. I have been rimming his lightly haired ass for the last ten minutes while we wait for Joe. Todd is every bit as good in real life as in his pictures—blond hair, defined chest, sinewy arms, hard abs, artistically tattoos that compliment his muscles and eager to please. I can’t wait to get him any longer. I stand up and enter his winking pucker. He grunts his appreciation of my big cock and I start to fuck. And Joe’s at the door. I pull out and go answer it. “We were good pigs and didn’t wait,” I tell him, wagging my cock at him. He kisses me lightly and falls to his knees. He savors the taste of Todd’s ass on my dick. Then he gets up to meet the guy. They’ve met. And fucked. And fisted. Many years ago, it seems. Joe gets naked. He has put on more muscle since last year. I tell him so. He denies it, but I can see he’s pleased. I pull him towards me. We kiss. Sweetly at first, then passionately. I can’t keep my fingers off his biceps. We go over to Todd on the bed. Joe scrambles up to stick his thick cock in Todd’s mouth as I glide back up his hot, moist ass. We piston into him, matching each other’s rhythm. Then we switch. Todd loves ass to mouth as much as we do, it seems. He becomes more animated as he cleans my cock, sucking on it noisily. Joe leans forward to spit on it. This turns Todd on even more. He devours my cock. Joe is pounding into him. He catches my eye and smiles over the oblivious Todd. Joe slows, pulls out and clambers up on the bed. “Taste my cock,” he hisses at me, his thick and dripping dick in my face. I do. Then we kiss. Todd’s mouth comes up to join in. We roll on the bed, each licking any skin that is in front of us—cock, ass, toes, fingers, ears, nipples, pits, the back of knees. Somehow I’ve ended up on the floor, sitting with my back against the bed. Todd’s shins are right above my shoulders and Joe is plowing his ass again. He fucks him. Then presents me with his moist cock. “Clean it up. Clean it so I can stick it right back in.” I can be a good boy. I do what I’m told. I relish the taste of ass and precum. When I grunt that I’m done, he fucks my mouth for a second, then plunges back into Todd’s ass. We repeat it again. And again. “My turn.” I wiggle out and up. Todd stays in place as Joe takes my earlier position. He has left Todd’s hole silky with precum and lube. My cock sinks in easily. I fuck. I give it to Joe to clean. I can’t decide which feels better—the ass or the mouth. So I do it again. And once more. Then the three of us dogpile on the bed again, wet mouths all over each other, swapping spit and precum. “I have to piss,” I tell Joe. But I’ve had no time to dilute it. He opts to get covered. I stand on the sides of the two person tub. He gets on all fours under me. I start at his neck. My stream hits him hard. It streams down his spine into the small of his back. I bring my stream down to his ass. I play the hot piss up and down his ass crack. He moans, jerking his cock. Todd takes pictures on his phone. I bring the stream back up to his head and wet down his head. He groans—sounding like he just shot his load. My piss sputters out. Joe scrambles around to taste the last few drops. While Joe rinses off in the shower, I fuck Todd again, this time on his back, his legs bent over my shoulders so we can kiss. Joe joins us. He hunkers down behind me to lick my ass on the back stroke. I make sure I push back enough so he can really taste me. Then he squirms around to lick the side of my cock as I fuck. This makes Todd moan as he feels the tongue on the edge of his hole. “I want some of that.” Joe has me pull out so he can fuck Todd. I eat Joe’s ass. I lube my cock up a little more. I stand and get it into Joe’s ass. He grunts and stops fucking. I am fucking for two now. I drive into Joe and it pushes him into Todd. I fuck. Hard. “Shit, man,” Joe grunts. “I’m gonna shoot.” “Flood my hole,” Todd grates out. Suddenly Joe is bucking and shooting his load. His ass clamps down on my cock. It takes me over the edge, too. I seed Joe’s ass as he spasms into Todd. We fall happily in a pile on the bed. Joe and I kiss and hold each other, while Todd gets busy cleaning our cocks… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Christmas came late to my house. Well, to my playroom. I had a totally unexpected contract this year. I took some of that “bonus” salary and treated myself to something I’d been wanting for a long time. When I ordered it, it was out of stock—they needed to build it. So I waited. They were going to email me a ship date so I could be home to greet UPS. I never got any kind of notice from them. But today, sitting by the back door of my house, was the package. I dragged the 75 lb. package up the stairs and into my kitchen. Like all good Christmas toys, it has to be assembled: Here it is just out of the box. Tomorrow night I will be inviting a good f-bud over to help me assemble it. My readers will be the first to see it…. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... St Louis, MO—February, 2013 I spent a long day at the conference I was attending. I was eager to get home and find some fun. I sat in the lobby of my expensive hotel and got on line. There he was—this hot man who had said he’d be online looking for me right at this time. (And Hell had not frozen over—as far as I could tell.) We agreed instantly on a time and what kinds of things we liked to do—“Open me up, Daddy.” He’d be at my door in forty-five minutes—time for me to unwind and clean up a little. Thirty minutes later he phoned me. He was concerned about taking a taxi to my hotel. Could I come to him? I could. He gave me the address. I threw my lube and the speculum in a small gym bag, along with a jock. I went downstairs and felt like a total imposter as I asked the Bell Captain to get me a cab… We are in his apartment. It’s a loft on the second floor of renovated 1920’a warehouse. The walls are still bare—waiting for him to decorate. There are just a few furnishing—a mammoth bed, a new couch on a hooked rug and a large television showing porn. We get out of our clothes. I kneel down to get my boots back on, the floors are freezing. I start for the bed. He pulls me back—we are playing on the couch. He’s tossed a throw over it when my back was turned. He lays out another old sheet over the rug. I sit on the couch. He kneels between my splayed knees. He looks up at me, placing his elbows on my thighs. Peter has dark hair with classical good looks. He must be in his mid-30’s. You can tell he frequents the gym. I run my finger absently over the bulge of his bicep. He’s told me to speak up since he suffers from some hearing loss. It takes no words for me to get him to suck my stiffening cock. He peels the jock back and deep throats me easily. Damn. Not even a pause on the way down. He’s good. He stays impaled on my cock for a long minute. He gags slightly and pulls up. I push him back down. This time my hand is on the back on his head. He gives me a slight nod—I’ve picked up the right signal. I keep him down on me a shade longer. He chokes. I hold another second, then let him come up as he gasps for air. “Yes, Sir,” he gulps out. I push him right back down. He does a constriction of his throat that takes me by surprise. I pull him up. The fucker almost got me off right there. I reach down behind him. Truly a bubble butt. Dark hair covering extra white skin. I find his hole with my middle finger. I play around the outside of it. He moans, muffled by leaning forward into my lap. I work my finger in. No lube. “Fuck me.” “Get up on the couch.” He turns to me. I raise my voice slightly. “Up on the couch. Lean on the back.” He kneels on the seat and puts those muscular arms on the back of the sofa. I kneel down. His white ass looks amazing. I pull the hairy cheeks apart and sink my tongue into him. Deep. He isn’t expecting me to rim him. He grunts his surprise. Then his pleasure. I probe and lick. He’s self-lubing—my favorite kind of man. I jerk as I eat. I am so ready to breed tonight. I stand up. I work my flaming red cock head into him. I stop about halfway in. He grunts, but says nothing. I push forward and he has me to the hilt. I stay imbedded in him for a long moment. I’ve a fleeting instant of making sure I don’t shoot. Then I fuck. A long time. I am pounding his head into the back of the couch. He grunts wordlessly—a sound that only makes me make sure that he hits it harder. I look down at his ass. My cock looks amazing splitting open this hot ass. My red cock is in great contrast to his white, white ass. Finally I stop. He starts to get up. I stop him, laying my hand on the small of his back. I kneel again and taste his hole. Oh, fuck yes! It’s like he has three loads in there. I slurp and swallow. He’s really moaning now. “Nobody,” he whispers, “Nobody does that to me.” Finally I let him move. I just sit on the floor. I feel slightly tipsy. He hesitantly moves around. He kisses me. I pull him tight and share the glorious taste of his fucked ass with him. I don’t know how long we are in the embrace, sucking and spitting and swallowing. We are still sitting on the floor, now leaning against the couch. We both look at the stupid porn he has downloaded. When I’ve caught my breath, I have him lie on his back on the floor. His muscular arms hook around his knees. “I’m gonna open you up.” I find the speculum, lube it and slip it into him. He hisses at the feel of the cool metal. I can crank it open easily. My eyes are locked on his eyes. I can see he is loving this novel stretch. He sends me for a shaving mirror in his bathroom—he wants to see his spread hole. I tilt the mirror up for him to see. He gasps. My finger darts in. I stroke his prostate. He watches himself convulse in pleasure. I put the mirror down. I inch closer and push my cock between the stainless steel walls of the speculum. Peter gasps. I can feel the metal to the left and right, his hot ass flesh above and below. My cock is constantly battering into his prostate. I fuck as long as I can remain on my knees. We re-group, slouching on the couch. It’s late. I need to get off and go home for the long day tomorrow. I say just that. “I think my hole has had it.” My face must have shown my disappointment. Instantly he’s back tracking. “Shoot in my hole. But do it fast.” He gets down in front of me on all fours, wiggling that spectacular ass at me. I get between his legs. I spit on his hole. My cock head pushes the foamy spittle deep into him. It’s not about lasting now—it’s about giving him a load. I fuck. He starts begging for my cum. It works. This handsome man wanting to be filled with my seed gets me very close. Two more thrusts and I’m spurting. I fall on top of his back and buck into him. Spurt after spurt. I stay in place for a moment, then slowly pull out. I look down. There is a river of cum oozing out of his round ass. It’s the perfect money shot. Then it’s all towels and small talk. Peter calls me a cab. I sink into my gigantic bed at my hotel. I have the most restful sleep I’ve had in weeks. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I don’t think I have ever gone this long without making an entry. I have not had a bunch of internet trolls upsetting me. I have not been so busy with work I can’t find time to write. I have simply been fucking. A lot. I have never had so many men stream through my playroom as I have this last eight days. Even the one day when I had a no show, someone else volunteered to come get worked over in his place. It’s been great. And after several hours of fucking and fisting and pissing I have not had much desire to write about fucking and fisting and pissing. Well, I took last night off. So here, 36 hours later, I am back to where I left off, writing about fucking…. St. Louis, MO—February, 2013 I did nothing between Memphis and my next trip, a long weekend in St. Louis. I flew in on Thursday. I was ready to have much more fun on this jaunt. I knew guys from previous trips. I’d had tons of offers before I got there (though we know how those usually turn out.) My pal Will was going to throw a fuck party for me on Sunday. And if nothing else the bathhouse was only three Metro Link stops away from my hotel. I never made it to The Club Baths…. My hotel is the nicest of any I stay in on these trips for work. The bed looks like something out of the Arabian Nights with all the bolsters, different sized pillows, duvets and extra sheets. The bathroom shower is made for watersports—a glass enclosed cube with a mirror that reflects you under the spray. There is also a tub—big enough for a six footer to lie down in and be covered with a hot spray of my own. No one is online who I’ve spoken to in the days leading up to this trip. Except for one man. And I know him. It’s the man from Michigan who I’ve called the Cum Hound in these pages. I tap out a message. “Are you really in STL?” “Yes. R U? “Yes,” I answer. “In a hotel downtown.” “So am I.” He names a pricey hotel. “So am I,” I type. “On the third floor.” “No way. I’m on the fifth.” We agree to give him time to clean up and meet in my room in two hours. By the time we meet, we both have done what we always seem to do when we play together— we’ve found additional play mates. I have a very young couple coming over. He found a guy he’s fucked around with earlier in the week. He knocks—right on time. He looks great: almost as tall as me with just the right amount of grey in his hair. He grins as strips out of his clothes. “What are the chances?” I don’t answer. I just get him on the bed, on all fours. I shove my tongue deep into his hole. “Oh, fuck, yeah. Eat my hole.” I do. I lube my cock up as I eat and lick. I rise and enter him—and there is a knock on the door. I pull out and let the young couple in. The one I talked to looks nervous. He’s maybe 26, with dark hair and a slight build. His friend, a top I’ve been assured, is about the same age and is stockier with curly hair. Everywhere. Both strip down and the four of us take turns sucking every cock in the room. The young top pulls off my cock, looks at it, and says “Can you really take something that big?” “Hell, yes!” the young bottom tells him. I bend the Cum Hound over and go back to licking his hole. The boys jerk, sprawled on the foot of the giant bed, their eyes glued to us. Before long I rise and slide my dick home in one long thrust. The Cum Hound grunts. The boys jerk harder. I fuck him without mercy. Showing off. Making my hips slap against his butt cheeks. I finally pull out and bring my cock almost around to the Cum Hound’s mouth. Damn. He’s rushed his clean out. We retire to the bathroom. I’m back first after a hot, soapy washcloth. “Fuck me.” It’s the young bottom. “Just go slow.” He gets on all fours, assuming the same position where I’ve just fucked the Cum Hound. I sink to my knees and lick the soft, full mounds of his hairless ass. I haven’t had someone so young in my mouth in a long time. He is moaning and huffing poppers. His friend is finally hard again as he watches me swab out his friend’s hole. I stand up. My cock head enters his loosened pucker. He grunts. I stop. I pull out and eat some more. I rise and insert again. He takes the head and maybe an inch of my swollen, drooling cock. This time I stop. I spit on his hole and lick some more, working the saliva as deep as possible. I go back in. Two inches this time. Lick. Then three. Spit and tongue. Four. It takes forever, but finally I am home. My untrimmed bush is grinding against his hairless cheeks. And he loves it. We fuck a long time, his friend jerking and telling us how hot it looks. When we take a breather, he finds he hasn’t cleaned out deep enough. We troop off to the bathroom—which the Cum Hound has just left. I fuck the Cum Hound. The young top tries to fuck his friend, but he can’t stay hard. I stop when it’s obvious the Cum Hound is having one of those days—he can’t stay clean. We clean up again. “Fuck me.” It’s the young top. He’s sprawled on his back. The young bottom kneels behind his head and holds the top’s legs high in the air. I eat his hole, relishing the tight curls of dark hair. I slather on more lube than usual and work my cock in. “Jesus, man.” I am not up him for long before he begs me to pull it out. I stay up him for several more thrusts before I relent and pull out. Three guesses…..and we head to the bathroom. I try to fuck the Cum Hound one more time. We look at the sheet. He calls a halt for the night as we wash up. Now we are glad his fuck bud has never shown up. I fuck the young bottom one more time. I get into him much easier. His friend once again tells us how hot we look. I am on the verge of cumming when he tells me he can’t take anymore. I think for a second he’s going to be bred anyway, but he pulls away from me, crawling across the bed. It looks like we are done. The Cum Hound doesn’t dare chance another round. I’ve ruined the young bottom’s hole. The young top can’t really take me. We call it a night. As soon as they are all gone, I restart the porn that has been playing on my lap top. Rod Painter conjures the cum out of my cock the moment someone pisses into his eager mouth... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Memphis, TN—February, 2013 I was back in Memphis. It’s a business trip I make every February. I had had very limited luck there last year playing twice with another visitor to town—who, just like me, couldn’t find anything but talk online. I got a lot of talk this year, too, but I had slightly better luck. But only slightly. I was new meat in town for five days and could only find some fun every other night. Ass #1 His butt looks gorgeous online. “I want your cock in me,” he types. I tell him he can come over anytime—this is the one night I don’t have to play late night after the conference. I wait. He texts he’s with friends, leaving soon. I wait. He texts he just took a load up his ass and is having a drink, leaving soon. I wait. He texts he can’t find his keys. I start looking for new ass. I wait. I text him to forget it—as he knocks on my door. He’s drunk. But he’s cute enough. Mid-thirties, slender, no cock to speak of I notice as he strips out of his pants. “Fuck me,” he slurs and gets on all fours on the bed. I pull him around and sink my tongue into his ass. If there’s load up there I can’t taste it. He opens his poppers and never puts the cap back on. I lube up as I eat him out and then enter him roughly. He squeals and buries his head in the pillow. I fuck him hard, taking out some of my frustration. I pull out, seeing if my long cock has brought out any of that load. But it’s not load I smell. I push back in and will myself to get off. I do, dropping a three day build-up of spunk in an ass which is quickly going bad. I slap his upturned butt cheek and all but tell him to get out. Ass #2 He’s right on time. A big ex-football player type. Hot. He’s ten year’s younger than me. He turns his back to me as he gets undressed, showing off his full, muscular and hairy butt. He turns and kneels in front of me. He sucks me, expertly, but for less than two minutes. “Fuck me.” He gets on all fours, right at the edge of the bed without any prompting. It’s my turn to kneel. I stick my tongue deep in his ass. I have to pull his ass cheeks apart to get in as deep as I want. He grunts. “Come on, man. Just stick that mother fucker in me.” I’ve barely been licking him for 90 seconds. I enter. I fuck. I fuck the cum out of him in maybe the first three minutes. Once again I will myself to shoot. And, amazingly, I do. Flattening him into the pool of cum he’s just shot on the sheet. Ass #3 He wouldn’t be my first choice in the looks department. Nothing bad, but nothing special. He’s my age, and a little heavy. He’s hairy, which is great. Then he goes down on me. He’s an expert. He worships my cock. He spends time on my dripping head, on my balls. No hurry, though it’s late at night. Finally I get him on all fours. He loves my tongue in there. He pushes back, fucking himself onto my tongue. I reluctantly get up and enter him. He huffs poppers. His ass is velvety and perfect. We fuck until we both can’t catch our breath. I lie down. He swings his leg over me, lowers himself down on my slick cock and rides me like a pro. The look on his face is one of concentration. And ecstasy. He is edging me with his clenching ass. I am so close to blowing in his tight hole. He senses it and relaxes his grip. My orgasm ebbs. He rolls off me. I go right with him, still attached. I fuck him on his side. “I have to taste it again.” I untangle our mass of flesh. He is back up on all fours. His hole is awash with his own natural lube and my precum. I slurp it out noisily. I all but shoot as I swallow. I stand and just get my cock inside him as I blow my load. I offer to get him off. He just looks at me. “You’ve already given me three anal orgasms. Best fucker ever.” “Really?” I murmur, lying down next to him. “I’m glad. You certainly have the best ass in Memphis.” And I’m not lying. More...