FelchingPisser

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The first bathhouse I went to was very close to a seminary. Many, many guys needed stress relief....

I am sure we'd have fun....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Here are more photos from yesterday's post about Bryce. My cock about to erupt with piss. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—February, 2013 I had given him instructions. We were meeting at my local bookstore. I was going to whore out Bryce, my piss boy sub who will do anything for me, to the men there. After he’d gotten a few loads, I’d take him to my playroom for more sex. But then the snows came. It was direct expressway from his house to my house, and it was over potentially icy back roads to the bookstore. We agreed he would just come to my place. We found plenty to do… I am wearing military issue camos, boots and jock. Bryce is not in his usual leather. I look at him—he would have blended right in with the potential bookstore patrons. He’s wearing jeans, a red and blue flannel shirt and an expensive pair of work boots. I tell him to stay dressed. For his jeans are rigged. He has unstitched the seam down the crack of his ass. I can pull them apart and have access to his hole. He kneels on all fours on my bed. As it turns out, I don’t need to touch them—the seam opens with the fullness of his ass. I kneel and push my tongue past the denim flanked entrance and connect with his hole. We both groan. He huffs poppers. I swab out his hole and stand to shove my cock right in. It’s a total mind fuck to see my cock disappear into him while he is still fully dressed but for this hole over his ass. I fuck him hard. I finally have to stop for the double reason that I need to piss and the sides of the denim are chafing my cock. He gets out of his jeans and into the sling. My piss shoots out, covering the designer underwear he’s left on. He moans and tells me how hot it feels to have his cock and balls covered with my Daddy piss. I bring the last few drops to his mouth to clean from my cock head. I can really eat his ass out now. Piss is dripping down from his underwear. I push some into his ass with my tongue. I lick and swallow. Tongue him deep. Spit some into his mouth. Grease my cock. And pound it into him. It feels so good to be back in my piss boy. It’s been far too long. He has amazing control. He is making his ass grip me on every thrust. It’s no wonder he can get guy’s to unload in him in no time. I fuck him slowly. He huffs more poppers and tells me to fuck him harder. I do. The sound of my pelvis slapping his ass fills the playroom. I pull out and work my double fuck dildo into him. Bryce takes a moment to adjust to the large egg shaped head, but then sucks it right up his ass. I push the dildo down and slide my cock in, ever so slowly. The underside of my cock head feels the ribs on the toy’s shaft. Then I’m home, my head pushing against the egg head. Bryce gasps. I hold for a moment, then begin a slow exit. I leave just my cock head in place. This time I enter in one long stroke. My pubes bash into the still wet underwear. Now I am fucking as hard as I have ever fucked his manhole. He grunts. He huffs Jungle Juice Platinum and then lets every dirty word he can think of spill out of his mouth. Bryce’s hole is even tighter now with the toy next to my cock. I quickly think about anything else, so as not to cum. We pause. Bryce gets under the rimseat. We spend 10 minutes or so with his tongue up my ass and the Jungle Juice Platinum under my nose. Then the toys come out. Bryce has brought a satchel full. There is copper colored canine cock. I start there. It slides in easily until it gets to the knot. I twist. He huffs. It’s in. We sigh. I work it out. Then in. My big black Christmas tree shaped toy is next. Only two men I have played with can take it. Bryce is one of them. The first ridge disappears. We have to really work on the second. Once he can take that, the final push is easy. The massive double butt plug is in him. Bryce has the new clear ass tunnel from Fort Troff. It’s the large size. I grease it up. I squish it down in my hand and slowly insert the small end into him. When it’s fully in place, I grease up the inside. My big cock head fights going in—but then it slides home. My girth is enclosed in the plastic and then bursts out of the other end into the hot flesh of his ass. I fuck. I spend a lot of time pulling all the way out and feeling the rush through the plastic into his flesh. Another new toy from his bag. It’s a totally life-like hand. I grease it up and work it into place. I add my own real fingers around the plastic fingers. Poppers for him---and he takes it all. Then we settle down for the real thing. My right hand glides right in after all the toys. I work back and forth between my right and left hands. Another pause. I go to my freezer. I have a made a seven load devil’s dick for him. The frozen cum hangs heavy in the condom. I snap a few pictures of the pendulous, cum-filled rubber before I unwrap it and hold it against his used hole. My rampant cock pushes it deep into him. The frozen gob of cum feels amazing against my cock head as the rest of my cock is surrounded by his hot hole. I fuck hard. I can feel it melting around my cock as I thrust. I pull out and fall to my knees. I have pulled cum out. I lick it up, hold it and spit it into my boy’s mouth. I re-enter him. Roughly. I fuck and fuck. I pull out again. This time I swallow all of the cum I have pulled out. I stick my cock back in. I am getting close. “Shit, boy, I’m gonna load you soon.” “Breed me, Piss Daddy. Breed me!” And I do. I shoot a big load—which joins the remnants of my seven loads already in him… (Tomorrow I will post the rest of the photo shoot of Bryce taking the Devil's dick.) More...

I am so glad I can be of help! Thanks!!

Internal cumshots---and push it out--or let a felcher go at it. When I did my porn, I was so disappointed that the director told me to do the pull out, shoot, re-enter. I did what I was told---but did add to the scene by eating out my load--as well as the other top's jizz that we'd shoved inside...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Fort Wayne, IN—February, 2013 I don’t think I played at all when I got back home. By the end of the week I was horned and more than ready. I saw a party on BBRT which was across the border in Indiana that looked promising. The host’s profile seemed rather pervy and the guest list looked like it might be fun. I inquired and was given the information. I found the place easily. It was a residence hotel. And I was right about the pervy vibe---the first guest there and the host greeted me at the door—indicating they were both thirsty for my piss. I am standing, naked but for socks and a clean jock, by the sofa. I am watching some hardcore German porn on the television as the first guest, a wildly bearded man, goes down on my cock, while behind me the host has knelt and is sticking his tongue in my ass crack. I bend slightly, allowing his tongue to flick across my hole. He takes the hint and digs in. The cock sucker is being a little rough on my cock. I pull him off it. He stands up and goes around behind me, as the host comes around to suck my dick. The host, pulling on his huge, pronounced nipples, kneels and swallows me down. He’s great. The bearded wonder digs into my ass. His beard feels great, but soon he is using his teeth. I stop him again—telling him I have some piss for him. “I don’t care how strong it is,” he tells me. There is a knock on the door as we go off to the bathroom. He kneels on the tiled floor. My semi-erect cock rests on his teeth and I unload. He gurgles it down happily, complimenting me on the taste and volume when I’m done. Out in the main room, a handsome 40-something man is naked and being fellated by the host. Soon the four of us are all over the couch and the floor in front of it, sucking and licking. I continually work the host’s thick, spongy nipples as he goes down on the all the cocks presented to him. A knock. Two guys come in. A bearish man of my age strips and goes straight for the bed, where eventually the bearded wonder joins him. The other is a handsome man in his 30’s, once gym built, but softening now. He ditches his clothes, too, and joins in the oral free for all on the sofa. Soon the host joins the two on the bed. The handsome new arrival continues to suck my cock. When he comes up for air, my cock is thick with deep throat spit. “That should do it,” he says. He gets up and sits on my cock. My cock head resists going in. The pressure is on the edge of beginning to hurt. Suddenly I’m in. His hairy butt smashes into my pubes. I let him be in charge. He bounces happily on me, while the 40-something watches us and strokes. We fuck and fuck. After a break (where I feed the host piss), all six of us are on the bed. It’s back to all oral. I lick everyone’s ass. My cock is sucked by all, often as another man is on my balls and another on my nipples. I finger the bearded wonder’s hole, but he tells me no. The bear doesn’t get fucked. The 40-something whispers he wants to be fucked but not in front of the group. The host just smiles at me. When I touch his hole again, he says “Later.” So I go back to the handsome 30-ish man. He’s lying on his back on the bed. The bear and the 40-something pull his legs into the air. I kneel on the floor and tongue his well fucked hole. It’s wet with natural lube. I get up and enter him. The bearded wonder crawls between the bed and my legs so he can lick my cock on the out stroke. The host stands next to me, stroking his uncut cock. I fuck him hard. The men really have to hold on to the bottom tightly. I pull out. The host steps up and enters the man, still held securely by the others. He fucks in short, sharp thrusts. He pulls out, saying he might shoot if he does any more. I push back in. I think he has shot some in his hole. It’s now silky with cum or precum. I think the bearded wonder can taste it on my cock—for suddenly he shoots all over the carpet. He leaves. The host gets the bear off orally. The 40-something guy takes off as well, with a promise to find me online. (He never does.) I add my egg-headed dildo and double fuck the bottom. He won’t let the host back up him. Eventually, he says his hole has had enough. He leaves. I look at the host. I think it’s time for his fuck. But no, he’s not cleaned out. “Come here,” he tells me. I walk to him. He pushes me down to kneel in front of him. I think I’m getting his load—or the rest of it. But, no, it’s a piss load. I swallow it down without endangering the carpet. “Kiss me,” he commands. I get up. Our tongues meet. He revels in his taste in my mouth. I twist his over worked nipples. His uncut cock shoots all over my pubes as we make out. I scoop some up to use as lube, and return the favor. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland, OH—January, 2013 (This picks up immediately after yesterday’s entry.) I am sitting in the sauna. The dry heat is making me sweat in the most pleasant way possible. I sit on my towel, my longs legs splaying out at a wide angle. My jock barely contains my still drooling cock. I have told myself I’ll go to my motel the moment I’ve dropped a load. But having had one good ass, it only makes me want more. I close my eyes. I think I drift off for a second. “Hey sexy, you looking to get fucked?” I open my eyes. A tall skinny guy, with a full beard that could make him either Jesus or Grizzly Adams is looking down at me. I shake my head—murmuring I’d just creamed a hot ass. “That jock fooled me,” he says, sitting next to me. “Guys in jocks usually want me to breed them.” His towel opens. He has a long, thin cock—it’s hard and drooling. He reaches up and pulls me down by the back of my head to suck it. I don’t protest. I suck him to the root, using lots of tongue. His attitude has made my cock stand right back up. He notices it as I come up for air. “You would be a top with that monster. I’d love to share some guy with you.” I agree. We talk a little more about what we like. When I mention felching, his eyes shine. “I love guys to eat my load out of ass. Let’s do it. There was a guy I was fucking earlier who would love you.” We get out of the sauna and he leads the way around the twisting maze of rooms. He stops. A short, dark haired, olive skinned man is lying on his stomach. The narrow bed of the single room fills most of the space. He looks up and obviously recognizes my companion. He gestures him in. “You want some more?” “We both do,” he tells the bottom. He pulls me into the room and shuts the door. The bottom starts to sit up, but we pull him around so I can eat his ass and Jesus can stuff his cock into his mouth. His ass is great. It’s obviously been fucked, but I can find no trace of load. Yet. I lick and spit. Jesus is telling me just what to do. Soon he wants us to switch. We do. “Shit.” The bottom is looking at my cock. “You need to go second.” I’m fine with that. I let him suck me as Jesus gets the hole even wetter. Soon his cock is sliding in. I pull out of the bottom’s mouth and get on the floor to watch the fuck. My head cranes around so I can just fit beneath Jesus to lick his balls and shaft as he fucks. His cock is tasting great as he pumps in and out of the bottom. “Your turn.” Jesus pulls out abruptly, slaps my face with his wet cock and tries to make room for me to stand up and fuck. I manage to rise and insert. Slowly. The bottom groans loudly. “Slower. Please.” I slow to a crawl to get into his well fucked hole. He is wet and sloppy now from the fuck and feels terrific on my over-worked cock. Eventually I am all the way in. “Just fuck him. Hard.” It’s Jesus, taking charge once more. I start slowly and build. Jesus stands plastered to the wall, jerking his cock. I am now pretty much at full fuck speed. With a cry, Jesus starts to cum. I pull out so he can load the ass—but he can’t quite get it in. Huge drops of white jizz cover the ass crack. When he’s stopped, I push him out the way and with my cock, I fuck his load deep into the bottom—telling him exactly what I’m doing. He keeps saying “Yes, yes….” as I swab puddle after puddle of cum into him. It takes me no time to realize I’m adding a load myself. I clutch at his ass and spasm. My cock doesn’t want to leave this hot ass. This time Jesus pushes me out of the way. He sinks to his knees to taste our mixed loads. His face is plastered into the hairy butt in front of him. His beard coated in cum. I kneel next to him. He turns to me and we kiss. A huge load is snowballed into my mouth. We push it back and forth, each swallowing some. My eyes tear up. He dives back into the full ass for more. He pulls me into a hug. And snowballs an even bigger load into my hungry mouth. I slept well that night. I drove home to Michigan the next morning, with a smile on my face. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland, OH—January, 2013 (This picks up immediately after yesterday’s entry.) I shut the door of the dildo man, trying hard not to slam it. I head to the sauna, perhaps not the best choice to let off steam. When I became too hot, I do the circuit of rooms. Every door seems to be shut. No one is around the sling room. I go and sit in the television room. The bad twink porn has given way to a Treasure Island gangbang. My cock stirs as I lean back and let my fingers knead the pouch of my jock. There are three tiers of bench seating here, all carpeted, so play can happen right here. A cub is watching me way more than he is watching the porn. I pretend not to notice and slowly work my cock out. It springs up, hard and strong. A drop of lube on the head. I mix it with my precum and stroke. He pulls his dick out, too. His ebony cock is only slightly smaller than mine. I finally look at him. And invite him over. He just wants to watch. I stroke. But soon I have a succession of suckers on my cock. Old, young, big and small. They dip and sample. I twist nipples, pat heads, pull ears. I make one young man go for my forgotten balls. All this is creating quite a show. Guys on the bathhouse circuit actually stop and watch. They stroke themselves or each other. The benches start to fill. One guy, about my age, pushes all the way to the top. I watch him lie face down. His ass is all but pointed right at me. And a great muscle butt it is. It looks like he might even come here to work out before he looks for dick. I reach down and across the back of the young man sucking my dick and touch his ass, hoping he wants my wet cock shoved in there. He squirms away. I thank him, grab my towel and go up the two steps to the guy sprawled out on the top tier. Without asking I kneel between his splayed legs and start eating his hole. He groans. We become the center of attention. At least 15 guys are stroking as they watch us. He tastes fresh from the shower here. There are actually droplets of water still clinging to the hair of his ass and thighs. I eat and lick, swallow and spit. Eventually I pull him up to all fours. “Fuck me raw with that big dick of yours,” he says, loud enough for the room to hear. I lean over to spit once more on his hole. My cock head slaps his hole. The Ebony Jacker moves right behind me to watch the insertion. I am up him with no resistance at all. Jeez. He is a velvet ride in. One long push takes me all the way, until my pubes smash into his full ass. I stay there for second. He is groaning—until he is silenced by a cock in his mouth. I grin at the guy in his mouth and begin to fuck in earnest. I slam his ass as if I haven’t had any for weeks. And I haven’t. Well, not raw ass. Even with his mouth full, he is working my cock like crazy with his ass muscles. He milks it continually as I work it in and out. The sound of my hips against his upturned butt is filling the room. It is turning our spectators on. Many, who were just jerking, are now playing with another person. I pull out for a moment and bury my face in his hole. He groans around the cock in his mouth. I spit deep into his canal. He is so wet, my beard comes away covered in his ass lube and my throat slime. I pull up and shove my cock back into him. He stops sucking to tell me that I can breed him. This makes the Ebony Jerker shoot into his left hand. “Give me your cum. I’ll fuck it into him.” You can tell he wants to do that. But the ‘good’ boy takes over, and he wipes it on his towel and moves off. I think for a second I might shoot. The very thought of it, keeps me from doing it. I slow down and pull out. The guy who was in his mouth has moved off, so I move around. “Taste your ass on my cock.” He cleans me hungrily. “I need to get off my knees,” he tells me when he is done. “Sling?” I nod, grab my stuff and head for the playspace. Some of the crowd even follows us. It’s darker there. I go past two sets of bunk beds and there he is, waiting for me at the base of the sling. I get him up into it and his legs in the stirrups. I kneel and eat his well fucked hole. Several guys start playing with his cock and nipples, as well as their own. One tries to get under the sling and to my cock. Soon I’m up and I fuck into my bottom’s grasping hole. He is so wet. I fuck noisily into him. The guy who’d crawled under the sling is standing beside me. He reaches for my cock. His small hand encircles the base of my dick. I never lose rhythm. I let him hold on to it as I plow into the hole in front of me. I only push him away when he tries to insert a finger alongside my cock. My partner is flogging his cock like crazy now. I am pretty sure he’ll shoot. He does. I don’t pause—I just let him howl out his orgasm. At almost the same time, a hot guy to my right shoots onto the concrete. That does it. I’m over the edge. I buck and grunt and empty my load deep into the wet hole. (To be continued.) More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Cleveland, OH—January, 2013 I made excellent time, avoiding impending snow, as I left New York. The moment I crossed into Pennsylvania it hit. I crawled through Erie but the weather cleared as I crossed into Ohio. By then, I‘d had my eight hours in the car and found a motel just outside Cleveland. I ate. Over coffee, I realized I needed ass and the local bathhouse seemed the logical choice. I was close enough to downtown that it would be an easy trip. I needed to fuck and to breed—the things I had been missing most of those weeks in New York. The bathhouse is so big that it feels empty, even when the parking lot is fairly full. I walk the halls, my combat boots clomping in the narrow spaces. I have a towel—but it’s on my shoulder. I have worn an old jock that shows every curve of my cockringed dick and balls. I am advertising. And it seems to be working, from the appreciative stares of those I meet. I make the circuit one more time. A bubble butt has caught my eye. He’s in one of the larger rooms. He’s lying on his stomach, legs slightly spread, his ass arched. He’s handsome. Or handsome enough with that butt. He is looking over his shoulder. I bat my hand across my pouch. He nods. I go in. “Shut the door.” Damn. I’d liked to have showed off, but fine, I do what he asks. I kneel on the bed. I tongue his hole. Soft. Velvety. He’s pre-lubed with Boy Butter. My cock has sprung out of the ragged jock. “You want this in you?” I ask rhetorically, slapping my cock on his upturned ass. He reaches back and feels my cock. He grunts, reaches under the towel next to him and says, “No, with this.” He is handing me a very small, pink plastic dildo. I just look at him. Finally I grease and insert. He moans like it’s the biggest thing in the world. While I twist it in, he reaches back under the towel and lays out a slightly bigger one. “You can’t expect me to take one this size.” But I do. I know he wants it from the way he says it. I grease up this 8 incher while the small one is still in place. I pull out the small cock and work in the next one. He moans. My cock is the next logical size up. I slather some Boy Butter on its red head and jerk it as I twist the 8 incher into his clenching hole with my other hand. His hand is groping under the towel again. A 10 incher materializes, and is placed across the small of his back. “You can’t expect me to take one this size.” I rap the base of the one in his ass with the back of my hand. He jumps. “Don’t use this next one on me.” But it’s already in my hand, being greased. “You are gonna take this with no problem.” I pull the 8 incher out and toss it up by his head. “Open up.” I slap his ass. He grunts and his hole contracts. My fingers dive into his butt—and then are right there to guide the thick 10 incher into his ass. He bucks back. And as I guessed, he can take it without a whimper. I work it slowly up him until the bulbous plastic balls are resting against his gorgeous mounds of flesh. I watch and wait. Yup. There he goes. A 12 inch double headed cock—this time in black—is pulled out. I take it from him. I grease it up. “You can’t expect me to take one this size. Please.” I pull the 10 incher out. His hole is so pliable now, I can insert this slightly thinner cock into him without any effort. Two inches. Four. Half. I push and it slips in easily to about 10 inches, so just the last bit and the thick helmeted head of the other end stick out of his ass. “Oh, God.” He grinds his crotch into the bed. I wonder if he’s coming. I pull the plastic from his ass. “Now here’s the real thing.” I slap my cock against his butt cheek. He pulls away like I have stuck an electrode up his ass. “No way,” he spits out. “That’s the real thing.” He’s not acting now. He’s serious. I sigh and pull out the double headed dildo. Maybe a little rougher than I might have. I toss it on him. “Have fun.” And I walk out the door. (To be continued…) More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2013 I had one final hook-up before I came home. We’d been talking my entire time in the area, but our schedules had never meshed. On my last day in town, they did. I packed and drove into the country. I got lost, missing an intersection that no longer had a marker. I called and Jake set me right, then apologized that his time was curtailed. We agreed to meet anyway. Soon I was setting up the sling in his old farmhouse that was undergoing a long and complete renovation. He’s standing there in uniform. I am unpacking the sling in the rough living room while he’s talking on his cell phone. Jake has come direct from some sort of service club meeting. He’s just under six feet tall. His chest, under his shirt and uniform jacket, is broad and strong. He’s shaved his head, but still wears the uniform cap. His face is handsome, his voice incongruously high. I pause and stand in front of the wood stove. I warm my fingers. I reach for the top cross bars of the frame as he hangs up. “Gotta check my clean out.” And he’s off upstairs. I complete the set-up, strip down to my jock and hastily get my boots back on. It’s cold. And then he’s back, jocked and leather harnessed. Jake’s gone from hot, local official to hotter leather man. He sinks right to his knees and gets me hard. We both know he is now rushed for time, so I quickly get him into the sling. My piss shoots out of my hard cock. I aim it at his ass crack. “Oh, man. No one pisses around here.” I grunt agreement, knowing all too well how dry the area has proven. I kneel and start licking it of his ass crack. He’s groaning, telling me that that is so hot. I settle down for a quick meal of hole and piss. He is huffing poppers like a man possessed. As I eat, I reach to the left where I’ve stashed the Magnums and get one in place. I rise up, slapping my rubbered cock on his balls—so he can see I’m honoring our agreement—then slip it into his hot hole. He’s tight. He can grip. I can’t tell anything about how silky his ass might be, but he’s so hot I don’t care. I pound his ass relentlessly, pausing only occasionally so he won’t slosh his poppers all over himself. “Open my ass, stud.” I slip on a pair of black latex gloves. “I have something for you first. I grab my speculum, then stand over him, my now naked cock resting on his white jock. I piss. Again. It covers his pouch. It is sopping when I am done. One last spurt goes up to his nipples. He rubs it into full, hairy chest. I grab his lube and slather it on the flanges of the medical device. “I’ve never had one up me before.” “You will now.” I push it in slowly. He grimaces. From the cold metal, not any pain. When it is fully inserted, I start the crank open. The lateral stretch is working for him. He huffs more poppers and tells me it’s incredible. I add my finger, touch his prostate. He shudders and groans. I keep cranking. Finally, when it’s wide enough, I tell him I’m putting my cock up him. I suit up and slip in. We’ve talked about my pissing up his hole, but I can’t right now—and don’t really want to quite yet. “I feel so full.” I nod. Even with the latex, I can feel the difference between the cold (but warming) metal on the sides and his hot flesh above and below. I fuck awhile. But the condoms are getting to me. I decide to go the whole hand. Speculum out. Two fingers in. Then two from the left hand. Then both together. I pull in the same lateral stretch of the speculum. I work slowly. Adding a finger. Then reducing the number. Alternating hands. Two. Three. Four. Surprisingly, it’s my right hand, the bigger one, which pops into his ass. I hold it there. Jake’s eyes have rolled up into his head. His hand is playing with his soft cock. This is exactly what he wants. I twist my right fist ever so slowly, surrounded by his hot flesh. I pause, pull slightly out, then open my fingers in his ass. Jake groans in true ecstasy. I start to pull out—and he shoots, never getting hard. He’s up and off to shower as I pack so he can get back on duty. And I’m blue balled for my final 18 hours of being in New York. More...

That sounds like a good idea to me....

Thanks, but it was your fuckin' hole that was hot when I fucked it this last weekend! It was great to connect again....I'll be writing it up soon.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2013 My time in New York was winding down. Another business type came to a hotel near me. We fucked for a bit. It seemed to be going well, but he finally stopped me mid thrust, claiming I was just too big. Ugh. The bookstores continued to be my main release. I found a couple of rather big dicked, leather-ish looking guys. Both times we’d exchange mutual head. We’d then talk about meeting up with their partner---as I inevitably got the line: “My boyfriend would love that up his ass.” Phone numbers were exchanged. Or screen-names traded. But nothing ever came of any of them. But I do have one last story to share from the bookstores of upstate New York… I switch off the radio. I can’t take any more in depth analysis from NPR about the school shootings in Connecticut. I swing my car into the parking lot behind the closest of the bookstores in my area. There are quite a few cars in the lot. A good sign, but they could be going to the bank or getting Chinese takeout as easily as looking for sex. I park next to a huge SUV and step out into the slush of January. I check my pockets: lube, poppers, napkins, cockring and dollar bills. It’s hot in the arcade. I have left my hat and gloves in the car. I unwind my scarf and stuff it in the inside pocket of my long winter coat. Three booths have lights on above the closed doors. I try the first. Locked. I can hear the sounds of a blow job in progress. I try the second. Locked. No sound from this booth at all. I continue around the corner. The corner booth is lit. The door is closed. I try the knob. It’s not locked. I push it open. A bear-ish man looks up. He smiles and gestures for me to come in. He has taken off his coat, and shoved it into the back of the bench. His jeans are open. A thick beer can of a dick is being jerked by a hand that does some sort of manual labor. His cowboy boots are leaving tiny pools of water on the tile. I slip out of my coat and hang it on the door knob after I lock it. I undo my belt. I unzip. My cock flops out. “That’s a big one.” The man reaches for it and slides his rough hand over the length of it. But he makes no move to suck it. Instead he spreads his legs, in invitation for me to go down on him. I kneel. I have to oval big. And work at covering my teeth. My tongue swirls over his helmet head. And then works into his wider than usual piss slit. It’s dripping. I spend a long time on it, licking the pre-cum out and swallowing. He grunts in appreciation. Soon those rough hands are on either side of my head. He holds me tight and begins controlling my cock sucking speed. My cock jumps as he pushes me deeper. He pulls me up the length of his dick. Then back down. My hands flail out. I grab his denim clad hips for support That’s when I feel it. It has to be, it can’t be anything else. He’s wearing a handgun. Part of me wants to wiggle out of his grip and get the hell out of there. The other side of me wants him to continue to just fucking use me. I don’t really have any choice anyway. His hands never let up. Down. Up. Down. Suddenly he holds me down. I gasp for breath. Shit. I don’t want him to cum that deep. I want to taste his load. He holds me in place until I choke. Only then does he let me up for air. I gulp oxygen into my lungs. He gives me a second, then it’s back down on his thick, ol’ cock. When I come up this next time, I am leaking spittle from deep in my throat. He seems to like that. He lets me suck it all down before his cock plunges back into my mouth. Not as deep now. I am pretty sure he will shoot soon. His pace picks up. And it’s there; his cum is all over my tongue. I savor and swallow. He bellows with each shot of his orgasm. Loud enough they had to have heard him at the front counter. My own cock belches out a load. I hold on to him—one hand on hip, one hand on holster. When he lets go, I pull away and begin the mop up process of my cock. He grunts a “Thanks” and gets dressed without any wipe down. We move past each other, letting me stay in the booth as he takes off. His coat is covering the holster, so I never see his gun. But I do notice that I have left a large cum load on his right cowboy boot. More...