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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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