FelchingPisser

And it would bea pleasure to feed you....then have you recycle it......

I LOVE to piss fuck. I can piss hard, so I can keep rigiht on going. Guys tell me it feels like a never ending cum shot.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2013 I walked into the closest bookstore to my temporary home and realized that I had no singles. Nothing but fives in my wallet and there was no way I was going to use one of those in the arcade. I walked to the other end of the store. The incredibly hot (and incredibly straight) cashier was waiting on a customer. He was ringing up condoms, lube, a gay movie rental and something I couldn’t see already in the plain bag—all for a good looking customer. The customer was maybe eight inches shorter than me and a good eight years younger. He had a shaved head and piercings in his ears. His flannel shirt showed around the collar of his shiny blue winter coat. He turned to me for a moment as I stepped up in line behind him. His smile was nice. He glanced down for a second, scoping out my bulge. I smiled. Our eyes connected for a moment. He paid for his purchases for what looked like date night with his boyfriend. He headed to the back door as I got my change. I walk the circle of booths. I push open a door. Nothing. Someone has gotten off with a lot of time left on his movie. I can see the puddle of semen on the floor. I watch the screen for a moment as two leather guys are fucking. Then I move down to the only other door which is ajar and showing an occupied light above the entrance. It’s him. The customer. He didn’t go out the back door, but ducked in here. To wait for me, it seems. His pants are around his ankles. His stubby, but thick, cock is in his fist. He grins, nervously. I smile. “Lock the door,” he whispers. “Show me that big bulge.” I slide the lock shut and dump my coat on the floor. I undo my belt and unzip. My cock is swelling at the thought of this man taking home my cum, either in his stomach or deep in his gut, to his boyfriend. He kneels in front of him and takes it down his throat. All the way. No pause. The perfect deepthroat. The suction is perfect. His throat muscles start to milk me. And his hands no involuntarily behind his back, clasped in the position of submission. It’s all the cue I need. “Suck me, boy,” I whisper. “Take it to the root again.” I shove forward slightly. His mouth ovals and he does as I ask. He keeps it there for longer than I expect. When he finally pulls back, long and glistening strips of spittle hang in an arc from my cockhead to his mouth. I grab at them, and smear the slime on his face. His breathing becomes rapid. I think for a moment he might shoot. I grab the base of my cock and slap his face with it. His cheek. The other. His nose. His open mouth as he sticks out his tongue. He’s making noises in the back of his throat that only make me harder. “Thank you, Sir.” I push my cock back into his throat. He ovals. I grab his ears and begin a slow face fuck. After a moment he signals a pause. I do. He grabs his bag of purchases and opens a new bottle of Rush. Ah, the other purchase. He huffs—and signals for me to really go at it. I do. And he’s great. No teeth at all, even as I batter his mouth and throat. Finally, I slow and pull out. Another long string of throat snot connects us. I gather it up. He raises his face expectantly, but I reach down behind him. I find his hole and insert the slippery mix up into his ass. He’s whimpering. For a moment I think he might cry. “Sir, I want that. Really. But I can’t.” I look into his eyes. A long moment. I nod. I bend low, right to his ear. “But let me eat it.” He scrambles around to lean against the bench. His ass is furry. The crack is a forest of wiry hair. I pull his cheeks apart and begin exploring his pucker with my tongue. He takes a hit of poppers and passes them back to me. I huff some and then spend what seems like hours, chewing, spitting and tonguing his hole. I only stop when my knees begin to hurt. “I’d love your load, Sir.” He swings around, crawling back on the floor in front of me. I slowly jerk my cock. “Lick my balls, boy. Clean them with your tongue.” He does. Slow and lovingly. Working deep to include my perineum. Suddenly I’m there. “Open,” I choke out. I shoot a nice arc of cum. It lands directly on his extended tongue. The next shot hits his chin. The next one is wasted on the floor. He dives for my dick head so as not to miss another shot. It’s all I can do to let him suckle the last few drops out of my overly sensitive cock. But I do. I can feel him swallowing every drop. I pull out. No need for the fast food napkin in my coat. I’m not remotely sticky. But he is. I look down. The floor is covered with his cum. ****************************************************************** There was talk about my sharing his hole with his Sir. But nothing ever came of it…. More...

Thanks.....of course, being a guest, I can't see where you are located. But I love piggy men of all types.

You are absolutely right. I'm so used to playing with guys like you, that is whining just did me in. It was a shame--for he was hot looking man with no skills to go along with it.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Just into Pennsylvania—January, 2013 He had a special request: “Tie me down, stretch my asshole and fuck me as hard as you can.” His pictures looked hot: a good six feet tall with a broad chest and dark hair and those chiseled facial features of old Hollywood. He works a small family farm. He gave me no name, just an address. I packed my wrist and ankle restraints with a couple of other toys and quickly crossed the state line into the hills of Pennsylvania. He is standing at the door waiting for me. I walk up to the side entrance with my bag. He is dressed in nothing but sweat pants. He actually looks hotter than his pictures. He holds the collar of a rather nasty looking Doberman who is growling at me through the storm door. He pulls him back into his small kitchen and gestures me in. “The bedroom is round the corner. I’ll lock him in the den.” I find the small, wood paneled bedroom. The double bed takes up almost all the space. I set my bag down on the low dresser. He has tied rope to the four corners of the bed. How thoughtful. And nice to have a man who knows what he wants. I am stripped to my jock, leather wristband and am putting my boots back on as he comes into the room. I am sitting on the corner of the bed. I spread my legs and point to the floor between my legs. He kneels on the old shag carpet without a word. He pulls back the pouch of my jock. My cock springs out, hitting his chin. “Shit. You’re huge.” “You saw my pics.” “I don’t know if I can take it.” “Shut up and suck it.” He does. But it’s not what he loves. It’s all about his hole—I can tell from his half-hearted deepthroat technique. I reach into my bag and pull out the wrist restraints. I take his right hand off of my balls, and wrap the leather around his wrist. The Velcro holds it in place as I tighten down the strap and buckle it shut. His eyes shine as I reach for his left. I repeat the process. “Stand up.” I slap the mattress next to me. “Put your foot up here.” I add a restraint to each ankle. “Now get your ass on the bed.” He crawls up. “Stay on all fours.” He does and I kneel behind his full ass. My tongue hits his hole. He groans. He tastes fresh from the shower. I could eat his muscle butt all day. But he wants my cock. “Just fuck me, Sir.” I stand. My hard cock slaps his right butt cheek. I push my drooling head down his entire ass crack, matting the hair there. I bend over long enough to lick him clean and then begin working my head into his hole. “Oh, fuck.” He moans a continuous litany of profanity and pleadings to go slow. I am in. Far easier than his vocals suggest. I hold my cock in place for a minute. Then I pull it all the way out and fuck it all the way back in in one movement. He grunts. I continue to fuck, pulling my entire length out until just the head of my dick is left in him and then slam it home. After a few minutes, he flattens out on the bed. I pull out and yank his leg over to the rope. I tie his left leg to the D ring on the restraint. Then his right leg, then both his arms. He’s is spread-eagled before me. I fuck back into him. “Fuck, you’re too big.” “You wanted your hole stretched, right?” No answer. “Right??” “Yes.” I slam my cock into him. “Yes, SIR.” I continue grinding into him. When I want to catch my breath, I pull out and reach into the bag. I root around until I find the speculum. The stainless steel is cold from the trip here. “You want your hole stretched?” I ask as I grease it up. I let it rest for a moment on his butt cheek. “What is that?” He can’t turn his head around enough to see it. “You’ll be able to tell in a minute.” I slip it into his fucked hole. “Shit, that’s cold.” I begin to slowly crank it open. “That’s huge,” he groans. A twist of the screw. He moans again. In a new way. I think he really likes it. Another slight twist to widen it another millimeter, and he is back to telling me it’s too big. I don’t make it much wider; I run my finger over his exposed prostate. He shudders. “Please….” I crank it shut slowly. Remove it. I lean over and spit into his stretched hole. I get a knee on either side of his ass so I can fuck straight down into his hole. I enter him. And long dick him. “Fuck, Sir. I can’t take any more.” It’s barely been 20 minutes. “Just cum and be done.” No words turn me off faster. Any steam I am building up evaporates. He keeps up this new litany. I make a quick decision. It’s my turn to grunt. I thrust. I groan. I shudder. I totally fake an orgasm. I pull out. I am done with his attitude. I hate playing with guys who tell me what they want, but when they get it, it’s all been in their head. I untie him. He sits on the bed as I dress. “You’re the biggest cock I’ve ever taken.” “Thanks,” I murmur and reach for my coat. I get out the door while the Doberman howls in the next room. I head to the nearest bookstore. I have a great orgasm down the throat of some man who I can’t picture now at all. More...

I agree. I'm so thin it cuts right through me. But the piss helped warm us up.

Well, thanks again. I have more coming this weekend.

I agree about spit, cum and pre-cum. If you have to use any lube, H20 brand has next to no taste. My boys seem to like it---they don't really notice there was anything else used.

I wish it had ended another way, too. But you know I report what really happens---not just what makes good porn....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Upstate New York—January, 2013 I was concerned that he was writing too much before I got to the area. I was afraid that he’d turn into one of those men who is all talk before the trip, and then I’d never hear from him the moment I was within a hundred miles of him. Paul told me he was a piss pig. He told me all the things he wanted done to him. I assured him that I was the man for the job. We agreed that we would meet as soon as I knew my schedule. We met within the first few days I was in the area. He lived a fair distance away. I couldn’t host in my current digs. But it happened that he had the solution. Halfway between us was a house he was renovating. We could piss all over the unfinished bathroom. And we did. It’s cold. He didn’t tell me there was no heat in the house. And this is the day after a major cold snap which dumped several inches of snow on the area. I’ve waded through drifts to bring in the sling and rimseat. The pipes for the frame are incredibly cold to the touch as they have been in my trunk for a week, ever since the New Year’s Eve party. I gingerly assemble the frame. He has turned on the clothes drier and re-routed the vented hose into the bathroom. It’s warming nicely. “Get in the tub,” I tell him. “The cold is really making me need to piss.” He strips to just his socks. I look down on him, kneeling in the avocado colored tub which he assures me will eventually be ripped out. Paul’s 40-ish. He has a shaved head, good natural muscles from his renovation projects, and a hairy chest— that my piss spits out on. He gasps at the heat of the liquid. I cover all of his chest—it clings to the curly hair and slowly drips onto the porcelain. I play the stream down onto his erect and pulsing cock. His fist wraps around it. He jerks it furiously. “Careful,” I tell him. “We have all afternoon.” He opens his mouth to speak. I bring the stream up and splash some in his mouth, making him splutter. “Swallow it,” I tell him. He does, then leans forward to get the stream onto the top of his head and down his back. I watch the pale, pale yellow liquid cascade down his back. I lean forward to watch it disappear down his ass crack. And I’m done. I shake the last few drops onto him. “Now lean into the sling.” He gets out and does just what I tell him. I’ve placed a towel on the cold leather, so it’s not too cold on his stomach as he leans into place. His hairy ass is high in the air, matted with my piss. I kneel down and begin licking his crack, wringing out the hair with my tongue. He moans a “Yes, Sir.” I jerk my cock as I eat, lick and swallow. The cold makes me ready to piss again, even faster than usual. I stand up and direct it at the top of his ass. The hot stream hits him. He jumps, rattling the chains. The pale yellow stream collects for a moment on his ass, then runs down his crack to the unfinished floor. I force myself to stop mid flow, kneel and lick it off of him. Noisily. The sound of my slurping fills the small room. “Damn, that feels good, Sir.” I poke my tongue deeply into his hole. I am more than ready to fuck. “Get in on you back.” I help him get him properly situated with his feet in the stirrups. My cock erupts. I aim the piss at his cock and balls. He jerks himself just as furiously as the stream splashes onto him. “Easy there….” My lubed cock pokes against his hole. “Fuck me, Sir.” I enter him easily. He may not get much play, but his hole takes my full size in one steady thrust. He grunts. “That’s what I need.” I work up to a hard fuck. Then slow it. Then bend my knees, so the angle pushing into him is totally different. I pull out. I walk around to the side of the sling. He leans over, knowing I want him to taste his hole. He grunts again. I taste his hole when he’s done, then push in again. We fuck. Then it goes bad. Dirty. Really dirty. He has nothing to help him do another rinse here at this house. He finds a soda bottle. I spend ten chilly minutes on the stairs to the upper story, giving him some privacy. When I come back in, he tells me he wants to eat my ass. He gets under the rim seat. I grab my poppers, and settle down on the cold seat. His enthusiasm makes up for the roughness with which he eats my hole. I’ve taken a hit and I begin jerking and talking dirty. “Eat my hole, you cocksucker. Stick your tongue in there. That’s right. Eat it, dammit. Lick my ass out, man…” I know I sound like bad porn, but I can’t stop myself until the high wears off. Paul is jerking like crazy. He’s totally into servicing my ass with his tongue. I stop him by standing up, just before he cums. “Get back in the sling.” I enter him. He jerks frantically. He’s headed for the end. I pull out. He’s not clean. I plunge back in anyway. He shoots, matting his damp chest hair. “Where do you want my load?” “On my balls.” I pull out just in time to shoot. We tried to play again during my stay in New York. We met, maybe 8 days later. This time it became obvious he hadn’t tried to clean out at all. When he saw my face, he simply continued to jerk, still in my sling, while I went to the sink to wash up. He didn’t bother to ask if he could get me off another way. Needless to say, I didn’t try a third meeting. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Various Bookstores in Upstate New York—January, 2013 My job took me unexpectedly to a new part of the country for January. I had 4 weeks of work in upstate New York. I always like to be new meat in an area so I was looking forward to some great sex. Even better, my work schedule gave me plenty of free time. I drove home from Chicago on New Year’s Day, dropped Brad off, re-packed the car and drove until I could no longer see the road thanks to the lake effect snow. I crawled into Jamestown as soon as I crossed the state line into New York, huddled down for the night, and continued a slow, slippery trek east in the morning. When I finally arrived, I checked into the housing provided by the company and learned that I would have a house mate, a fellow employee. The walls there were paper thin and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be tricking at the house—I really didn’t need him to hear me growling “Take my piss, boy” and then work with me the next day. I didn’t need to worry, it seems. There were very few people online in the area. Ever. Almost all who were online were men cheating on their wives/boyfriends and looking for five minutes of sex. I rarely do that kind of play. Even if they wanted a little more, the cheaters couldn’t host. I found a few men of my ilk—and they were almost universally 90 or so miles away (or 140 in NYC). There were however three bookstores within thirty miles or so of me. They were all owned by the same chain. The management was great. They left patrons alone. They didn’t care how many people were in a booth, even if you got too busy to keep feeding the video. All three were equipped with “buddy windows” so you could see guys on either side of you—if you chose. You threw a toggle switch to the right or left and a window shade behind a grimy glass wall went up. The person on the other side would have to raise his, too. They were an excellent calling card—I just had to wave my cock in the window and unlock my door if I wanted service. Here are some of my favorite moments from the bookstores of the weeks I was in town that were not about me getting my cock sucked—since no one I met was really great at it. I am walking around the square of arcade booths. Three or four are lit: occupied. All have their doors cracked. My balls are heavy. They need to be drained. The first door holds nothing of interest to me. The guy in the next booth shakes his head as I knead my hardening cock through the fabric of my pants. I go around the corner. I poke my head into the corner booth. The man is totally stripped naked. He is maybe 40 or 45. Shaved head, muscular chest and a long, thick cock with a generous foreskin. He is skinning it back as he watches straight porn. His hot body is covered in tattoos: Sleeves on both arms. A heart ripped open with a dagger on his chest. A Celtic design twists around his collar bone. He glances at me. And jerks his head for me to come in. He spreads his legs. “Suck it.” It’s not what I thought I wanted, but now I can’t think of anything I’d rather do. I work it into my mouth. Just. It’s really hard not to scrape him with my teeth, he’s so thick. But I must be doing something he likes—he sighs, puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes me farther down his thick cock. I suck for a long time. He is grunting and precuming. Finally I work a finger up his ass. It’s like magic. He shoots a huge load in my mouth. He gets dressed and lets me have the booth as he’s cranked a lot of money into it. I am sitting there, slightly dazed. A young black man walks in. He looks at me, whips out his cock and points to the floor in front of him. I take him easily, after the monster I’ve just had. And he gives me his cum in no time. I never get off that day. ****************************************************************** I rarely fuck in a bookstore. In my experience, guys don’t often come ‘prepped’ for that type of play. I am sitting in a booth, idly kneading myself through my pants. I hear the shade roll up on my right side, so I raise mine as well. Instead of the usual face peering through the smudged glass, a hairy ass is smashed against the window. He reaches back and pulls his cheeks apart. His pink hole winks at me. And my cock responds. He pulls away from the window and looks at what I have to offer. I unzip and show him my hardening cock. He grins and disappears from the window to unlock his door. I cram my cock back in my pants and go next door. He’s younger than me, decently put together, and stripped below the waist except for very white running shoes. A wedding band glints on his left hand. As soon as I’m in the door, he puts a foot up on the bench and presents his ass to me. I kneel, unbuckling my pants. My tongue finds his hole. He’s lubed, but not annoyingly. I eat. He sighs, low and long. I’m guessing most guys don’t eat his hole out. I get my cock free of clothing, spit on it, and pray this guy has thought ahead. I stand and insert. He grunts a “Jesus,” then a contented sigh and a “Fuck me hard” under his breath. I do. It’s been awhile since I’ve had ass. I fuck. I make noise as my hips slap his ass. I pull out. He’s prepared, thank God. I slap his hole with my cock, and push back in. I really am enjoying a nice fuck. He’s tight and silky. “Are you about done back there,” he suddenly asks. “I need to meet the wife.” I will myself to cum. But it’s gone. I give him two last thrusts, the last pushing him hard enough that he has to grab the wall. I zip up and take off. ****************************************************************** Today I want to suck cock. I look. Of course, the only man there is my semi regular cocksucker who immediately wants me to whip it out. Not today, pal, sorry. I lounge against the wall, intently studying the cases of the 60 movies they have playing in the arcade. I hear the sound of boots coming down the corridor. I glimpse the man—a great blue collar fantasy. He wears work boots that have been in some sort of automotive shop. A coverall, oily and greasy, is over a flannel shirt and denims. He ducks into a booth at the far end of the corridor and closes the door. The lock rattles noisily. I watch a moment. The cock sucker rounds the corner and tries the door. It’s not locked. The guy had just rattled it, so as not to be so obvious. I sigh. I would love to have done this guy. The cocksucker emerges, his services obviously not needed. The light comes on, showing Mr. Mechanic is watching porn. I wait a moment. I give him time to start jerking. I amble down the corridor, my boots just as loud in the stillness. The door is still ajar. I push it open and look in. He is standing, jerking to a young girl taking a big dick up her ass. He glances at me, then focuses back on the screen. But he doesn’t ask me to leave. “Need help with that?” He sizes me up. “Lock the door.” I do. Then kneel in front of him. The aroma is amazing: his throbbing cock smells musky and sweet at the same time. And the smell of oil and gasoline rising from his boots makes my cock throb. I pull it out and begin jerking as I take him in my mouth. His cock is drooling the moment it hits my tongue. This isn’t going to take long. I swirl my tongue over his cock head. He grunts. He fucks into my mouth a little. His eyes are still on the girl—not allowing himself to look at who is actually doing him. I take his six inches to the hilt easily. And again. He pulls it out of my mouth. I know he’s going to blow. I grab it right at the base, mutter a “No” and get it back into my mouth just as he explodes. He shakes. I won’t let go of his cock. I clean it so well he needs no tissue before he puts it away. He’s all sheepish now, and mumbles something about getting back to work. I watch him leave, leaning against the wall. His gasoline scent lingers a long time. I slowly jack my cock as I inhale deeply, still tasting his jizz at the back of my throat. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago, December/January, 2012/13 It started with a mistake and ended up being the perfect way to spend New Year’s Eve. Last year I spent New Year’s Eve in Rod and Brice’s basement playroom. Changes in house mates this year made using their space impossible. I did not want this tradition to die, so I rented two motel rooms with an interconnecting door at a local northside Chicago motel. They invitedthe best of last year’s guest list. I invited guys from three distinct spheres of my sexual world. I talked to Karl and Bob, the cute young couple I’d met at Cum-Union in Madison. I asked Warren, the occasional porn actor, piss party-goer and a regular fuck bud to be there. I sent an email to Brad who had been the “victim” of the pack attack in my playroom to go with me from Michigan. (As soon as he knew Warren would be there---who’d fucked him so hard in my sling—he agreed.) And I spoke with Carlos, the gorgeous, versatile Latin stud with the beautiful shoulder tattoo who has appeared in both the NYE and Cum-Union entries. He’d made other plans—then at the last minute was able to come, warning me that he’d bulked up at the gym even more since I’d fucked him last. All in all we had 15 guys show up. Everyone who said they were coming, but two—and both of them declined correctly as their plans changed. The mistake was apparent the moment I checked in. They had given me a pair of adjoining rooms, not the inter-connected rooms I’d reserved on the phone. That meant guys would have to step out on a frigid balcony to go from room to room. Obviously impossible. We decided to squeeze into one room. I set up the sling and rimseat. Brad and I prepped the bed. It would be tight if all 15 showed, but we figured it was about guys being on top of each other anyway. Rod and Brice arrived with bottled water 45 minutes before start time. The four of us played idly on bed, licking and sucking and fucking hole. Then there was a knock at the door. The place filled fast. No one cared that the other room wasn’t an option. Before I knew it, I looked up and the room was crowded with naked, leathered, or jockstrapped men. There was a moment of everyone sampling others orally…and suddenly Karl, the bottom from Wisconsin crawled on the bed, presenting his gorgeous ass to everyone in the room… Every eye is on him. I kneel by the bed and start rimming his hole. Brad sticks his long dick into his mouth. A series of men are right behind him: Rod, Warren, a super thick Black man, then me. I let others enter his ass first. Everyone in the room (but the two dedicated bottoms) take a turn on him at some point. Warren can’t stop eating and fucking his hole. My eyes meet Warren’s. He smirks and asks me why I haven’t gotten these guys to town before. Karl’s partner, Bob, is busy fucking Carlos. Soon the bed is ringed with four bottoms: Karl, Brad, Rod and Brice. Ten of us take turns on their holes. We fuck, eyeing the others, then shift around and sample the ass next to us. No one is in a hurry. We have all night to fuck. I see Warren get Brad into the sling. They become lost in their own private fuck for a long time. But then Rod’s at my shoulder. “Get under the seat.” A heavy set black man has deposited a load up him. I lie down, Rod sits and slowly opens his hole to my probing tongue. It’s a thick, creamy load. Rod pushes slightly and I gasp as it drips into my mouth. I swallow, sealing my lips around his hole. More and more pours onto my tongue. When he gets up, Carlos sits down. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him. He has gotten bigger and more defined. He tells me to eat out his well-fucked hole. I need little encouragement to press the remains of the load on my tongue into Carlos’ tight butt. My hand is removed from jerking my cock and someone sits on my hard dick. He bounces on it, though I haven’t a clue who it is. I can tell he’s leaning forward and licking Carlo’s big cock as I continue to eat Carlos’ spread hole. When the guy on my cock tires, he gets up and lets someone else on. I reach down and feel the cock ring—it’s Rod. He rides me hard as I continue to eat Carlos out. Hours pass. Carlos fuck Karl. I slip up Carlos as he does so. He loves having a dick up him as he fucks. I hold still and let him pump forward into Karl and then back onto me. I eat more hole. With load and without. I fuck at least 8 of the guys. Suddenly Karl and I are alone on the bed. We kiss. And we can’t stop. His leg’s go up and I slip into him. We fuck like no one else is in the room—stopping only as his partner cums in someone I can’t see, bent over a chair by the front door. “Yes!” crows Bob. “How many loads is that?” Karl asks. “Five.” pants Bob. I stop fucking to eat this load out, like I have all his others. There is as much cum up Brad’s ass as the first time Bob shot in it. Warren has been keeping the sling busy, with a lot of guys. I finally suggest he gets in it himself. He agrees. I work my cock into him. “Fuck,” he grunts. “Nothing like starting with the biggest.” I ease into him, give him a second to adjust, then fuck him with a chain rattling intensity. It seems to throw that switch in him that takes him from top to bottom. Guys all want a piece of his ass. I pull out, taste his hole and let the thick Black top in him. He drops a second load in Warren, the first having gone in Brice. I felch a little, but let Carlos fuck in most of it. I just wait—and suck Carlos’ cum covered cock when he pulls out of Warren’s hole. Rod is up him next. Then Brad. Then Bob. He shoots again. Guys are now shooting and taking off. I am back up Rod. He is milking my cock, as we both watch Warren work his fist up Brice. I am pretty sure this is going be the moment for me. I pound his ass. I shoot. I hold on to him for a long time after that. As I pull out, I sink down and taste my own leaking load. Brice tells us it is midnight. We all kiss, with my cum now on everyone’s lips… PS: There was one disagreement in the evening. Karl thought his partner shot nine times. Bob insisted it was ten. We did a quick head count of the guys we knew he loaded….and Bob was right. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—December, 2012 I had one last session in my playroom to finish up 2012. Gary, the jock thief, contacted me that he’d like a session. I had time and he was available to fit my odd schedule. We’d met several years ago at a motel party. That night he’d topped as much as he’d taken my cock. But like many versatile guys, he loved playing with me, where he never had to think about turning the tables. I should have looked at the three posts I’d made about Gary before he arrived and been reminded how far he’d come in his exploration of kink. I always think of him as a simple fuck—since that’s how we first met. And it had been almost a year since I’d seen him. If I’d reviewed my last entry about him, I would have tanked up… Gary is bent over, putting his clothes into the bureau in the playroom. My cock jumps at the sight of his furry butt in the air. He is approaching 40, furry in all the right places, and has continued to trim and tone his body since I last saw him eleven months ago. He comes over to where I stand naked in front of the sling, his cock jutting out in anticipation. He kisses me lightly and sinks to his knees. He pulls my distended dick out of my jock. He deep throats me easily. Then he attacks my balls. I love a hot tongue on my nuts—so many guys forget about them when they see my cock. We kiss lightly and reverse. I have his dripping cock in my mouth. Eventually I pull off it and attack his balls with my swirling tongue. Then I pull them out of the way, hunker down and dig into his perineum. Without my saying a word, he moves to the bed, gets on all fours and offers his ass to my tongue and cock. “Eat me good.” I seem to be doing just that. He’s moaning into the mattress, throwing in an occasional obscenity. His ass is self-lubing like crazy. I stick just my cock head into him. “That’s it. Fuck me.” Gary’s hole flowers open. I push forward slightly. I can’t stop—I am all the way up him. My groin slams into his upturned butt. I hold for a moment. Then begin the smallest of thrusts. His hands are all over his nipples, tweaking and rubbing and pinching. Soon I pull out so that just my cock head is left in him. I plunge forward. He grunts. I repeat it. And again. After two more, he asks for a breather. I lie beside him. “Let’s do the rimseat.” I don’t think he’s ever asked for it. I get under the seat. His super wet hole is slowly lowered down to my face as he sits down. My tongue connects. Gary plays with my nipples for a moment, then abandons them for his own. I work my tongue in deeply. His hole is already puffy from my fucking, and tastes and feels totally different than my earlier rimming. His natural lube mixes well with my precum, saliva and the smidgen of Swiss Army I used to enter him. I eat it out hungrily. We go back to the bed. He wants to ride my cock so he can control how deep I go. He sits, facing me. His hole is so slick we add no more lube for the entire session. My cock enters him easily. He rides me expertly, bouncing to some internal rhythm of his own. I look at his face—his eyes are rolled back in his head. His mouth twists into a look of sheer ecstasy. He reverses and rides me that way. Then on his side—with me holding his left leg aloft. “Damn, I want you to shoot,” he grunts, as I fuck with only three quarters of my length up him. “Then it’s sling time,” I tell him. He gets in. I eat and enter. He works up a rhythm so I can stand still and he can control the fuck. “What, no piss?” “I didn’t have time to drink enough. Sorry.” “That’s ok. Beat your cock on my balls.” I pull out and do just that. I slap my meaty cock head down on his sack. By the second whack he’s shooting. He hits his chin and the sling behind him. Then he coats his furry chest. I know I can’t enter him again. I jerk fast. My nuts contract and I coat his balls and softening dick. We grin. And I promise him piss the next time. The other entries of Gary’s times in my playroom can be found by hitting the “Gary” in the labels column or at the bottom of this entry. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... This may be the longest I’ve gone without posting. I did not have a reliable internet connection for my last days in New York. Then there was a two day drive home. When I walked into my house, I had no internet either. It seems my splitter is bad. I am huddled in my work place now, posting this so you know I have been taken to the big bathhouse in the sky… And this is my cock. Remember it? It will be back here shortly, doing what it does best. Here it is about choke Bryce, one of my favorite boys. More...

I know Leo will be back. He really loved it.

Mine, too....obviously, I guess.

Thanks. Glad you enjoyed---I sure did.

I was pretty sure you'd like these last two entries! Thanks.

Great set of rules.....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—December, 2012 My next encounter was a piss newbie, too. He lives fairly close. By the end of the session, I was hoping he would become a regular. He is as tall and lanky as I am. I would guess that Leo is about 5 years younger than I. He has closely cropped, sandy colored hair, a trimmed goatee, an engaging smile…and a relatively new interest in piss. I think he told me he’d fed it to one guy before. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to be fed himself, but really wanted to be covered with it. He pulled up in front of my house a little early, but I was ready for him—lots of water was in the playroom and fresh towels out… “Hi, I’m Leo,” he greets me at the door. “I really have to piss.” “Upstairs. Now.” I point the way. He bounds up the stairs. “Last door.” “Oh, wow.” He’s looking at the set-up: bed, sling, rimseat, the restraints hanging from the sling chains, the gas mask on the corner of the mirror frame. “Clothes off. Put them in a bureau drawer so they won’t get wet.” I strip as well until I’m down to my jock. I kneel to lace my boots back up. “You want this?” Leo is waving his rather shrunken looking cock, but I know he means his piss. I nod. He comes over to me. I get it into my mouth just in time. He instantly starts spurting a long stream of hot liquid. It’s sweet and clear. He’s listened to my advice about what to drink. His stream is endless. He must have been hydrating like crazy on his trip here. My cock, semi hard before, is now like a rock. He doesn’t try to stop and start for me to catch up on my swallowing. I work over time to not spill any of it. And I don’t. I stand up. He’s eager to kiss me—to taste his piss on my tongue. He makes a small sound in the back of his throat as I push my tongue in deeply. He sucks it hard. I push his shoulders down, gently, to get him to kneel. He takes my cock easily. Well, the first half. Then he has to work harder. He gags. But he seems to really like that. He retreats a little up my thick shaft, than slides home. He holds—then in one swift move he pulls off me. Strings of that thick, back-of-the-throat-saliva (mixed with my precum) hang suspended between my dick head and his mouth. I kneel and we kiss again, savoring the strands. “Get in the sling.” He does. I start working his ass with my tongue. I lick. Spit. Push it in deep. Work it out and back into my mouth. Rise and spit it into Leo’s open mouth. He swallows greedily. I need to piss. I beat my hard cock on his balls. I let myself erupt all over his nut sack, then down the valley created by his ass cheeks. Leo is moaning, beating his cock. I go back to licking his ass. I hope he wants a taste of his pissed crack. I stand up and lean across him. He opens his mouth like a hungry baby bird. I let the mix of ass lube, piss and my saliva dribble into his mouth. For one second, I think he’s going to shoot. I go back to licking. Then fucking. It’s a tight hole. He doesn’t take cock often. He likes my cock in his ass. But it’s about the juices today. He wants more. I move around to his side. “Grab the chains above your head.” He does. His right pit is exposed. I’ve made him sweat. My cock head scrubs it for him. And then pokes into his mouth. He’s groaning. I do his pit again. And again. Then I piss, coating his underarm and his right nipple. My mouth cleans up the mess, spending extra time wringing out the wet hair with my tongue. I work his nipple until it stands up. Then my mouth finds his. He eagerly sucks my tongue into him. He loves the slightly acrid, slightly sweet taste of my piss. “Damn, that’s hot.” I go around and work his left pit and nipple with more piss and spit. This time, Leo turns his head, mouth wide open as I’m pissing his pit. I deliberately splash some into his mouth. He swallows, all smiles. When I’m done, I slip up his ass again. I fuck. He grimaces slightly. I pull out and send a geyser of piss across his chest. He gasps. I make sure I splash some into his mouth this time, too. He swallows. I plunge back into his hole. His tightness feels great on my cock. Eventually, to give myself a break, I grab the egg-headed dildo I use to double fuck. I don’t think I will get both up his tight hole, but I want to stretch him out slightly. I kneel, coat the toy with lube and slowly twist it into place. Leo grunts loudly as he trys to accommodate the big head, then exhales deeply as it pops into place. I move slowly, twisting it forward. His ass takes every inch. I hunker down so I’m eyelevel with the base of the dildo. I work my right index finger alongside the slimmer shaft. He grunts and takes poppers. I add a second finger. He grunts “Fuck.” I remove the fingers and pull the dildo out slightly, pressing it down. I lean forward and work my tongue between the toy and the top of his hole. “Oh, fuck.” He is watching me in the mirror. “I…” He suddenly lets go with another huge piss load. It splashes on his stomach, before he turns it down on me. My tongue is coated--my entire face awash. I try to work some of it up his ass with my tongue, but it’s too much. I’m choking and coughing from his avalanche of piss. As it slows, he starts jerking. In no time at all he shoots a load all over his piss sloppy stomach. In moments, I stand up, my legs feeling like rubber, and do the same. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The Playroom—December, 2012 December was a mixed bag. I had a few good scenes, but far more missed connections or plans that went wrong. I had a couple of no shows, a gangbang set up by a reliable boy that had to be cancelled when his flight was grounded, a Christmas group session where the host totally miss-timed his drive in from Chicago, and on and on. But I did have two brand new men (not only new to me, but new to piss sex), an old reliable fuck bud and the New Year’s Eve orgy. So I can’t complain. The first up was one of the new ones, a divorced dad coming to my area to visit his daughter. “I have always wondered about piss play or any real pig play,” he wrote on one of the hook up sites. “Will you help a newbie?” He assured me he was an experienced bottom, so we set a date that would send him to his daughter’s with an ass full of cum. He is kneeling in front of my hardening cock. He’s a big guy. The ex-footballer type. He’s my age, with a generous covering of fur over his thick frame. He’s good looking now. He must have been stunning in his gridiron days. And he now has my cock lodged in his throat. Fuck, I love experienced men. He is good. So good I need to pull out. I am super hard and it’s been a week of no play. I ask him to stand. He has a beer can dick—cut, hard and drooling. I sink to my knees and slurp up the precum. Pig play test one: I rise to kiss him. He eagerly opens his mouth and begins Hoovering my tongue. Pass. I get him on the bed. “Get on all fours so I can eat that ass.” He kneels near the edge. I kneel. I don’t dare touch myself. His massive, hairy globes of flesh are right there before me. I can feel the heat on my cheeks radiating from him. I pull them apart. My tongue hits home. He jumps. “You are so deep. So deep…” he murmurs. I lick and suck and chew. It’s a hairy hole. I get one strand caught between my teeth. I add a bit of lube to my cock. I rise and enter him. Just my cock head. He grunts. I get in easily, but instantly he begins milking my big helmet head. After what seems like forever to both of us, I inch in. At the halfway point I hold. Then pull it out, move around to his mouth. He eagerly licks me clean. And eagerly kisses me after. A pass on tests two and three. “I want to fuck you in the sling.” “I’ve never been in one. How do I get in?” I tell him to sit and lean. He manages just fine. I stand next to his ass, my cock ready for the assault. He grins. So do I, as I piss his ass crack. “Jesus that’s hot.” I don’t answer. I fall to my knees and begin to lick him clean. “Oh, my God.” He loves test four. “Eat my pissy ass.” I do. I glance up. His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him where he can see himself sprawled in the sling and me between his legs. I go back to licking up my piss and working some of it up his hole. Eventually, I rise and insert. Slowly. Letting him watch each inch disappear into him in the mirror. “I have had only one guy as big as you—some Black guy at the bathhouse. He….” He leaves it unfinished as I begin fucking him. Hard. My lean hips are slapping against his beefy ass, making sexy slapping sounds that reverberate around the room. His mouth goes slack. His eyes roll into the back of his head. I am grunting loudly myself. I slow, again thinking I might shoot. I pull out and bring it to his mouth. There is barely a moment of pause before he cranes his head over and takes as much of my cock into his mouth as he can. I get him up, when I’m good and clean. “Rimseat.” He looks at it. “That’s new, too.” “Lean into the sling for a second.” He looks questioningly at me. “Just do it.” He does. I unload another bladder full all over his ass crack. He is moaning “So hot, so hot” in a constant little litany. Now I get under the seat. He lowers his dripping ass to my face and open mouth. The ass, freshly fucked and now pissed on is almost more than I can take. This was supposed to slow me down, but again, I twist my balls to keep from shooting. I concentrate on the flavor, the freshly fucked texture of his hole. I eat him out forever as he plays with my nipples from above. When I’ve had my fill, we take a mini break as I hydrate. We look at the Dick Wadd video where Dean Cooper is being hosed down by every man in the film. The only comment from my new pig is “Damn…” He’s back in the sling. I know we have to wrap it up so he can make dinner at his daughter’s. I am fucking him hard. His hole has flowered open. I pull out. I hold my cock right next to his hole. I begin to piss. It covers his ass crack. Then I fuck in, still pissing. He begins to be filled. I pull out. Then push in. Pissing constantly. A true piss fuck. He is jerking himself like crazy. “Jesus. Fill me up. Jizz in my hole.” His request makes him shoot. His white cum looks great on his dark fur. I bury my piss spurting cock deep in him. I scoop up his load and feed it to him. He sucks my fingers. With my left hand still in his mouth, I begin to spasm in his guts. I’m shooting a weeks worth of cum into his hole. I collapse on top of him. We both shower. We’re at the door. “So did you like it as much as you thought you would?” He just looks at me for the longest time. “Why did I wait so long? It was the most freeing sex I’ve ever had.” Test passed, no, aced. He goes off to his daughter’s with my piss and cum deep in his guts. More...

[quote I would have gladly made the drive over and offered up my ass for you. Could have marked that off my bucket list. Perhaps I should take I-75 south the next time....

True. I had a dry month in November....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Home—November, 2012 I stopped in Louisville on the way home from Nashville. The bookstore was fun, but there was absolutely nothing distinctive about the play there. It was all mutual head this time—I got no ass at all. I arrived home from my stay in the South in time to do family things for Thanksgiving. Some of my cousins were asking at the dinner table if I had made plans to shop the next day. I said no. I hate shopping. I hate malls. I am not a big fan of big box stores. I had decided to spend Black Friday in the theatre of the adult bookstore closest to me. It would either be busy or a bust… I walk in just after 1:00pm. The parking lot is crowded. Do guys really drop the wife or partner at the mall and then head to the bookstore to get off? The door buzzes me into the theatre. I can’t see much—but can count three guys sitting, staring at the large flat screen. The aisle seat in the back row is filled. It’s an older man I recognize from previous trips there. He hates me. If I am in an oral mood, he gets no cock at all. I lean against the wall, kneading the bulge in my 501’s. The guy in the cock sucker chair glares at me. I look away and up at the screen. It’s straight anal porn. A guy in his late 30’s, sitting in the front row, looks hot. He has a muscular frame under his flannel shirt. His hand is obviously stroking his cock, though I can’t see it. Another man sits plastered against the wall. He’s stroking, too. I can’t make out much more about him. There is a movement behind me. I turn. An older guy is standing in the back the corner, behind the door. He’s a regular—a widower who loves to feed me. He’s hard and stroking, he smiles at me, hoping I will step back and drop to my knees. His need is palpable. I move back, kneel and am greeted with a sizable cock that explodes almost instantly in my mouth. I look up. He grins at me sheepishly. “Been here awhile,” he whispers as I stand up. The man in the cock sucking chair gets up and leaves noisily, giving me one more glare on his way out. I take his chair. Almost instantly the man against the wall gets up. He shows a nice cock. Without putting it away, he gets out of his row and brings it to my mouth. He’s been stroking too. I can taste his precum instantly. I work on his cock—lots of suction, even more tongue. I’m aware that the hot man in the front row is looking at us—and then gets up and leaves. Just as my man is about to shoot, the door buzzes open and two more men come in. One is a middle aged Asian business type, the other is a Black man who looks like he just left his semi-truck out back. The disturbance appears not to faze my guy. He cums a sizeable load. I can barely swallow before the Black guy is unzipped and demanding. He sticks a short, fat cock in my mouth, then holds the back on my head in place and fucks my face. He takes no time to give me my third load. Then a break. The Asian leans against the back wall and strokes. I watch the movie—taking a swig of water, to cleanse the palate. The door buzzes. Three guys come in. A middle aged married man in a heavy jacket sits in the row in front of me, also on the aisle. I can hear him unzip. A handsome older man allows himself to be stroked by the Asian in the back corner. The third man asks to get by me. He sits, leaving a seat between us. He’s maybe late 30’s early 40’s, and rather cubbish. He wastes no time in unzipping and hauling out a nice uncut piece of meat. I stroke, looking at the screen, then looking at the guy one seat away. Almost immediately, his hand is on my cock. I let him stroke me, making no move to touch him. Soon he’s in the seat next to me. He leans over and takes me to the root. I wince at the angle. He moves to the floor. I make him suck my balls. He goes crazy over this, masturbating like crazy as he licks them. I can sense he’s about to cum. He stands up. “Take me,” he hisses. I lean forward just in time to get most of his load. Some coats my beard, I find out later. The Asian and the older gentleman have moved down to watch us. The older gentleman now wants more than the hand job he was getting. The Asian points to me. The older gentleman moves forward, starts to put his long thin cock in my mouth but stops. He looks at me long and hard—then shoves his cock in my mouth. He fucks my face, stopping only as the cub pushes his way around me to exit. He blasts his load at the back of my throat, but I still get a taste of his bitter load. He pulls out a linen handkerchief to mop up. We sit. The man in the heavy jacket in front of me has a phone call. He answers it. Oblivious to the woman’s loud vocals on the screen I hear him converse with his wife. “Either one,” he tells her. “Either the 42 inch or the 48 inch.” He listens for a long, long time. “He’s your son. You decide.” He snaps his phone shut. He sighs. It rings almost instantly again. He glances at the number, then jabs at the button to send it to voice mail. He gets up. “Here,” he grunts—assuming I want his cock. He presents the tiniest cock I have ever had in my mouth. It’s all head---no shaft to speak of. But it works. He grunts and spews. And thanks me. A lull. The Asian and I are alone in the theatre. When I decline a hand job (Is there anything more boring?) he offers me his dick to suck. I have load seven soon swimming in my gut. Now I’m truly alone. For a long time. I know I should go. My erection, having been hard and spewing juice, is now bored with just me and the movie. I decide to button up. Then the door buzzes. I look. It’s the hot man from the front row who left when I first arrived. He stands against the back wall. He opens his jeans. A hard, cock with a fiery red head is pulled out. He strokes, ignoring my looking at him. He makes no move to me. I decide to move to him. I get up, somehow getting my now freshly hard cock into my jeans. I stand in front of him. He just looks at me. His hands swing up to my shoulders, pushing me to the floor. He grabs my ears. I can feel the hair on the backs of his fingers against my shaved head. I open my mouth. He shoves in a good sized cock. Veiny. He decides he needs to fuck my face, too. I hold still—there is not much else I can do with those massive hands along the sides of my head. It’s not instant---but it’s not long until he shoots. My eyes have watered. I look up at him. His face is contorted in sheer pleasure. He lets me nurse on it. I swallow each drop as I squeeze and tongue his softening cock. I clean him so well he has no need of the fast food napkin he holds ready. Eight loads. Under two hours. More...