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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.....