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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Nashville—October/November, 2012 I have always loved this huge park in the Nashville area. It happens to be very close to where I stay. I read, listen to NPR, do my homework and once wrote a blog post while getting back to nature. And it’s cruisy. Well, kind of. Last year, it was jumping when I arrived and then went very dead. This year, with less rangers around, it was cruisier. But the weather worked against me. It was cold. But a dedicated sex hound will always find something… One: I am as far away from the main road as I can get. I am standing in the mostly denuded woods down by the river. The water level is low from the drought. Through the trees, I can just make out a dark car parking across from mine. A middle aged man steps out. Baggy jeans and windbreaker with running shoes—the alibi for his wife back home. He looks around. No one else is here. He heads in my direction. I hear him on the leaves, cracking twigs as he picks his way into the underbrush. He sees my blue jacket—I can hear him stop and stare. I stand facing away from him, making a pretense of checking how much creek bed has been revealed. He moves a little nearer to me. I turn and do the nod thing—one nature lover to another acknowledging the other’s presence. I turn back to the water. He moves slightly away from me. But I can still here his zipper. And then the sound of piss landing on the fallen tree trunk. But funny, he never zips up. I turn and walk towards him, looking like I’m headed to the path to get to my car. He turns at just the right moment, and shows me a fat, fat cock with a generous overhang of foreskin, even when hard. I smile. He looks worried. He says just one word: “Please?” I move towards him and fall to my knees… Two: I am sitting in my car at the top of a hill near the remains of a dilapidated picnic shelter, ignoring the work I should be doing and listen to “Wait, Wait Don’t Tell Me.” A Mercedes comes up the hill. The driver is surprising young for the car. I can make out longish blond hair, and sharp good looks behind the wheel. He takes one look at me, turns the car laboriously around, and heads right back down the hill. I listen to the radio, closing my eyes. Sounds of tires on the gravel. I open my lids just enough to see the Mercedes return. Once again, he looks at me, turns around and goes back down the hill. I close my eyes tightly. He returns. This time he parks right behind me. I wait for him to walk into the woods. I am not going to make the first move. Not today. It’s cold. But nothing. I look in the rearview mirror. He seems to be reading. I wait. Then a little longer. Finally, I grab an old magazine, saved for just such a trip. I get out of my Focus, walking to the trash can with it, having to pass his car on the way. He’s kept his shirt on, but the rest of him is naked. Hard and dripping. Flogging his meat to an ancient copy of Torso. His head is turned away from me, but he must know I’m right there. My cock struggles to stand up, losing the battle with the denim, but making an obscene bulge. He turns. His eyes are right on my meat. They glance up at my face. Then back down at the packed denim. The window glides down. “Hey,” he says. “Hey.” “Nice.” “You, too.” “Show it to me.” It takes no time for me to open my fly and let my full size flop out. “Come here.” I move to the open window. His mouth swallows every inch… Three: I am in the rest room. It’s a two urinal, one seat affair. Still open on this cold first day of November. It’s getting dark now at 5pm. It’s 4:45pm now. The sun is all but gone, and with it the dog walkers and the lone runner. I truly have to piss---the tea I was drinking as I read, has gone straight through me. I am just unbuttoning my fly as I hear a car on gravel. On the road or this lot? I wait. The lot. Engine cuts. Car door shuts. Footsteps on gravel, on the sidewalk. A dark shape turns the corner. My piss starts--splashing noisily as I aim it directly down the drain. I can see a tall, broad shouldered man move into the urinal to my right. He unzips, but there’s no piss. I finish up, but don’t move. We both stand. No sound at all. Neither wanting to make the first move. Then I hear it. His hand moving over his cock. It must be slick, since I can hear it distinctly. At the same time we both step back from our urinal and turn towards each other. “I hope to hell you are a cock sucker.” I nod. It’s dark enough now I can’t really see his cock. I kneel. The aroma from his open fly is heady. I move in. His penis is thin and long. I get it into my mouth---and he explodes. My throat is coated with a hot, sweet load. He grabs the cinder block partition and mutters his thanks in the last of the autumn light. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... On the Road in Kentucky—October, 2012 I am up early the next morning, even after my night of sex at the bookstore in Louisville. After breakfast, I was on the road early, wanting to get to Nashville before lunch—just a three hour journey—no problem. An hour into the trip, all the southbound lanes slowed. Then we stopped. After 30 minutes of a full stop, we inched forward for about two miles and then stopped again. I turned off the engine. We sat for over an hour. Then we began inching forward. Just for another mile or so. I noticed I was within a mile of the exit where the only adult bookstore in middle Kentucky is located. I inched forward. And sat some more. An hour later I took the exit. The surface streets were jammed as everyone tried to take the old state routes south. I turned the other way, ate a tremendously greasy chicken breast at a gas station (the only food at the exit) and headed for the bookstore. It has the most expensive entry I’ve ever encountered, but I would rather cruise for several hours than sit stock still in my car. The parking lot was jammed with cars and tons of semis. Obviously I was not the only one with that idea… I am buzzed in. The set up is nice. One large room has straight videos playing on a large screen television. The seating is a sea of love seats. Around a corner is a slightly smaller room with another large screen television showing all male movies. Love seats are scattered haphazardly around this room as well. Down a twisting corridor is the arcade—maybe 14 booths, most with gloryholes. There are easily 25 guys in the place. Likely more, since we are so spread out. And no one is playing. Not a single cock out and jacking, much less a blow job. I cruise the arcade. No one lingers in a booth long enough to start anything. I go back to the gay theatre. I take the bull by the testicles, so to speak, and open my fly. It’s a boring movie, but I get hard and stroke. Suddenly, everyone is in the room. Looking. Just looking. And groping themselves. I make a show of playing with my cock head. I thumb my piss slit and bring it up to my mouth. The guys are a mixed bag of hot rednecks, out of shape older guys, and a few young guys who would rather smoke than have sex. Finally a man, who looks a little like James Mason in Lolita, inches over. He sits next to me, right on the edge of my loveseat. “I want that,” he whispers is a deeper southern drawl than I somehow expected. He reaches out a tentative hand. He strokes it. His hand is so soft, his grip so loose, I can barely feel it. “Suck it,” I tell him. He gasps, lets go as if I’d burned his hand and flounces out. Suddenly, things heat up. In the far corner a young Hispanic has knelt to suck one of the Daddies. He’s doing a fine job. He has pulled his pants all the way down to expose his hairy, brown ass as he leans forward to suck. I almost get there in time, but I’m beaten out by a hot trucker. “Come on.” He pulls the Hispanic up. “You want to get fucked?” The young man nods. “You got condoms?” he asks. “I’m married. We don’t need them.” He shows his wedding ring to the young man, as if it were the answer to everything. The young man starts to say something, but the trucker hustles him away into the darkness of the arcade. I never see the young one again. I get some head in the privacy of a booth. Then get some out in public. I talk to a trucker and learn that a truck has exploded about 5 miles farther south. Suddenly the truck driver top is back. He sees me. “You have a big cock.” I nod. “Let me taste that.” In the middle of the gay area he kneels. I undo my pants and let him suck. We are ringed by onlookers. “Nice,” he grunts. He takes me down his throat. He’s actually better than I expect. “Damn, that makes me want to get fucked.” He stands up and bends over the back of a love seat. “Stick it in raw, man. I’m married so I’m safe.” I sigh….but I do it. The response is electric. We spark at least three groups of men into play. Any direction I turn as I plow into him, I can see sex happening. Finally. Hours later I hit the road and sail into Nashville. Ten hours late. More...

I didn't hit my sexual stride as a really good top until my mid 40's.....his loss.....

I have always had a great time here.

We would both end up very wet.....

Thanks, man. I'd much rather have that recycled piss than the Thanksgiving left overs I had today...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Louisville—October, 2012 Every year, my job takes me to Nashville for a few weeks. I left a day early, right at the end of the month. I really wanted to bed (well, perhaps I should say, sling) the man who was the first entry in this blog—so I made sure that I would overnight in Louisville. He proved to be unavailable, so after I got into my motel, I got online. There was next to no one cruising. I changed into old clothes and went to the great bookstore in the area—ready for anything—and got a little of almost everything a bookstore can offer… It’s Friday. Both theatres are open. I get the combo pass—I can go back and forth between the gay and straight theatres. The door buzzes to admit me into the straight one. I hear a woman’s high pitched moan. The screen is ablaze with James Deen thrusting balls deep into a slim blonde, while he throws her around like the proverbial rag doll. There has been work done to this room since I was last here. Chairs look repaired and there is now a convenient shelf to sit along the back wall. There is one man in the back row of the seats. He is kneading his crotch through the fabric of his pants. Another man slouches against the side wall, staring at the screen. I sit on the new shelf, right in the center, so the man in the back row can turn and see me undo my jeans. I take out my growing cock. The man on the side wall takes off. The sight of my hardening cock emboldens the man. He looks to be slightly younger than I, trim, and with a large mound in his khakis. He unzips. Now his hand is on striped underwear. The door buzzes. He covers himself. I get harder and stroke deliberately. The guy who walks in, I recognize from my last trip there: a hungry cock sucker I’d turned the tables on. He’s a little older than I, with a pronounced nose and olive colored skin. I notice he is graying around the temples. When he sees me he removes his jacket, sits down beside me and, pulls his track pants down. His curved cock is rampant. He also hoists his tee shirt up, hooking the bottom of it around the back of his head, revealing a mass of dark curly hair and stand up nipples. And he’s down on my cock. Instantly to the root. An oral master. He moves off the bench and kneels in front of me. He wants a better angle. I let him suck for a bit, then stand up and fuck his face. This makes the man in the back row get up and move closer to us. He’s now stroking his cock through the fabric of his striped underwear. Eventually I pull my cocksucker up. I kneel and give him a little head in return. Before I can really get going, he bends over so I can’t keep on his cock. I know what he’s doing. He has the other guy’s cock deep in his mouth. I squirm out from between them. The man who was hiding his cock has a monster. The sucker is taking him as deep as he can work down on it. Finally he stops and says, “You try.” I kneel again. I take the monster cock in my mouth. I think I get about half of it down my throat. I need air. I pull back up. The sucker bends over and takes it in his mouth. I go for the balls which are retracting on the monster. He grunts and shoots the first few jets of cum into the sucker’s mouth—then pulls away. “Don’t waste it,” I bark, but it’s too late, he empties the rest on the floor. The sucker turns my head to him and gives me a cummy kiss… Monster cock pulls himself together and leaves. The sucker settles on the bench, playing with his nipples. He must need to leave, too—it’s his signal he wants to cum. I settle between his legs and take his slightly hooked cock easily down my throat. In no time at all he is blasting a load into my gullet. He kisses me and exits….. All in the first 25 minutes….. I go over to the gay side. There is a new build out there too. Behind the seats is a wall that is about chest high….perfect to stand at and stroke if you are shy---or to lean against for support during any action. It creates a dark space—so you can barely see the cock you are playing with… I suck some cock. Guys suck me. An hour or so passes. The door buzzes. I am sitting in the back row of the gay side. A pretty good, leatherish, All World’s Video is on the screen. In walks a young man. He is in grey sweats and a maroon hoodie. College age or just out. He looks at me in the back row. He looks at the man standing against the wall. Then at the 20-something jerker in the front row. He ambles down the four rows of seats—he’s headed to the young jerker. No, he passes him. He walks all the way around the 2 dozen or so seats, and makes his way to me in the back row from the other side. He sits right beside me. My cock is dripping pre cum just looking at him. He slides his sweats down, showing off a nicely curved 7 incher. His hands grope for my cock. “Jesus.” He starts stroking it—just as my hand finds his dick. He tugs at me—“Come back here.” We get up, barely pulling ourselves together to walk behind the partition. The man leaning against the wall looks at me with absolute hate in his eyes….and stomps out of the room. The boy is leaning against the wall, his cock out, his hoodie unzipped. I run my hands over his chest and abs—he could be a gymnast. His cock is dripping now as much as mine. I go down on him. He sighs and relaxes against the wall. When I feel he’s close, he stops me and pulls me up. He kneels in the gloom and engulfs my cock. Or tries too. His technique is toothy. But I grin and bear it. When he stands up, I go back down on him, but almost instantly I turn him around. He has a great gym-worked ass. Hard and fuzzy. I pull the cheeks apart. He bends, supporting himself on the wall. My tongue finds his furry ass crack. He moans. We are joined by the jerker—jerking. I’m right there. My tongue enters his young pucker. Now he groans. He lets me eat him out for a long time. I come up for air. “Fuck me,” he whispers. I am about to tell him I don’t have any Magnums on me, when he adds, “Raw.” I just nod. And drop back to eat him a little more. I work a ton of spit into his hole. I grease my cock with just a small smear of lube. I am going to have to be careful that I don’t blow instantly—I’ve had a lot of play and a lot of time there. I stand up. I slip into him. Like he was made for my cock. No stress at all—but tight and clingy. He moans. The jerker jerks. I fuck. Slowly—more for myself than for him. But soon I am slamming into that hard bubble butt. I am getting close. Fast. And he cums. It must shoot all over the new wall, but I can’t see it in the blackness. He pulls off me…and my own potential orgasm subsides to nothing. He lets me clean his cock a little. Then pulls himself together, thanks me and takes off. If this was fantasy--- I would have bred him—or taken him home for an all night rut in my motel. But, no…but damn, he was hot…. Another hour or so passes. More head given and gotten. I go back in the straight theatre. It’s late. I know I should leave. I stand just inside the door way. Two guys are sitting on the new back ledge. Both are stroking. Both near my age. The one closest to me has a mustache and is in dress clothes. The other, slightly more portly, has on jeans and a flannel shirt---straight from the semi I’m sure he’s parked in the overnight lot behind the theatre. Both have nice cocks. And wedding bands that glint in the light from the projected video. They don’t eye each other. They just stroke and make an occasional comment about the girl between the two men on the screen. I watch them for a while. They seem oblivious to me. Finally I sit down between them. I pull out my cock. I stroke with them. Comments have stopped. Just the sound of our hands and lube on cocks. Finally—“Help a guy out?” It’s the business type. He’s looking at me. He has stopped stroking to show off his cock. Wordlessly I slip down to the floor. I take him to the root. I begin to suck in earnest. He cums. Silently, but for a slight intake of breath—from all those years of making sure not to wake the kids when he shoots. I am aware of the trucker watching us as I clean his cock. I stay on the floor as the business men zips and leaves. “Come here, man.” He says it low. Not a command, but asking for service. “Give me some of that hot mouth.” I expect him to want me to rinse my mouth out from my water bottle, but no. He just wants head. Now. I have to work really hard to get him off. He occasionally touches my face—and seems thrown when he encounters a beard. But he shoots. And whimpers for a second. Then—“That was really nice. I’ll sleep well now…” He does up his jeans without cleaning his cock off. He ambles out into the hall. I’m left alone on the floor, my cock rampant. I hear James Deen behind me, fucking loudly and about to shoot across the blondes face on screen. I look down at my cock and let one large drop of saliva mixed with jizz fall on the shiny shaft. I close my eyes. I stroke… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... I've been traveling out of state--and I am incredibly behind on my posts. Here in the United States, it's Thanksgiving. A great day to count your blessings. While I will be spending it with my family in Michigan-- I can't wait to re-connect with all my local men. I am thankful for all of them... and for every one of their kinks. That also includes all my pervy readers... Thank you. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—October, 2012 I was planning on taking the day off from sex. October had been a great month for me. I’d had all sorts of sex with a lot of men. But then BBRT started blinking, just as I was about to log off and pick up my book. He was young. He was up from a big gay city in the deep South. He was visiting family—who were driving him crazy. He was away from his estranged boyfriend. “I need some seed,” he wrote. He opened his pics. He had an ass that begged to be eaten and fucked. He could be at my house in 35 minutes. He arrived, five minutes late. Breathless. He didn’t have the time he thought he would. “Can we make this a little shorter than what we said?” I nodded, and took him upstairs and told him to strip. He was out of his clothes in no time, keeping on only a pair of red briefs. I took my time stripping out of my 501’s while looking at him: late 20’s, 5’ 8” or so, lithe and wiry, a small patch of hair on his chest but incredibly hairy legs. And a tattoo on the small of his back. A Celtic design of some sort… He falls to his knees. “Oh, I need that cock.” I’m hardening just looking at him. His mouth is all over me. He’s excellent. No teeth at all. And taking me to the root. I grab his ears and hold him still—then begin to fuck his face. He groans around my cock. I plunge it down his throat, grinding my pubes into his nose. Then retreat, letting him breathe again. And back. I hold it for a couple of seconds longer. When I pull out, he’s gasping for breath. I push him rough down on the bed. “All fours.” I strip off his briefs. His ass is gloriously full for one so lean. And hairy. I dive in. He still smells of soap from his shower. I eat him out until I can taste nothing but him. I stand. I push just the head of my cock in. He flowers open and takes it with nothing but spit. I pull out. “Taste your hole.” No hesitation. He cleans my cock head, delighting in his juices and my saliva. I look back down at his ass. And the tattoo. It hits me. It’s Celtic alright. Now. But it was a bio-hazard tat he thought better of and had the artist augment it into the new design. I say nothing. I just stick my cock in his ass. All of it. To the hilt. “Fuck,” he yelps. “That’s what I’m doing.” My balls slap on his tight balls. I fuck—giving him all of my cock on each stroke. “Please. Can I get off my knees?” I help him up and into the sling. I eat his ass again. With his legs in the stirrups and after my punishing fuck, he’s wide open. My tongue goes far deeper into his hot, moist channel. He is groaning and bucking and beating his meat. I rise and stick my cock back in. “Oh, God….he grunts through clenched teeth. His hand catches my wrist. He pulls me down on top of him. My face is right on his—his mouth to my ear. “Call me names. Please.” I stand back up. Just looking at him. My cock still buried, but not moving. “Please, Sir. You know what I am…” I can feel the sneer move across my face. “Sure, faggot.” The tempo of his jerking picks up. “I know just what you are.” My thrusting is beginning. “I know just what kind of whore you’ve become.” My body is bashing against him now. “Fucking cheater. You only care about some big cock in you. Right? C’mon, whore---answer me. I saw what you are…” I am pummeling his upturned ass now with my hips. His hand is a blur as he jerks his cock. “You’re nothing but an AIDS whore.” “ARGHH!!” He shoots. His ass contracts and I shoot. I spasm and fall onto his sticky chest. We’re still connected—cock to ass. “Thanks,” he gasps. “That was perfect…” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—October, 2012 I spent the night in Detroit after the gangbang. I was exhausted, in the best possible way. Of course I was on the hook up sites by the next morning. By chance, I began talking to a couple who had been to the earlier gangbang that month. They had admired my cock, and wanted to play without the restrictions of just topping the designated bottom. We agreed to meet in the afternoon. I packed the sling up, visited my Dad, ate lunch, and went to their home. They had converted an upstairs bedroom of their small, comfortable home into a playroom. There was a bed, a huge television playing porn, a canvas sling on a frame—and a video camera pointed to the business end of the sling. Tom is in his late 40’s. He is of average height, justly proud of starting to lose some extra weight, has an extremely furry chest and is a versatile bottom. His partner, Dylan, is twenty years younger, about the same height, a good deal slimmer and is a top who is exploring his bottom side. I knew just what was expected of me…. Tom is in the sling. I am deep into his seemingly bottomless ass. Dylan is off to the side, looking at the video monitor. “Damn,’ he chortles, “fuck him harder.” I do. Soon Dylan appears with a still camera. He bends in to get close ups of my cock entering his boyfriend. He taps my thigh, wanting me to spread my legs, so he can crawl between them and take pics from below. I do. I make sure to pull almost all the way out of Tom’s hole so he can capture the length of my cock. I feel his tongue on the underside of my shaft. Nice. Dylan is as big a pig as I am. Dylan spells me, taking a turn in Tom’s ass. I work Tom’s nipples with my fingers and teeth. And I am right there to clean Dylan’s cock when he pulls out. I sink back in. Dylan disappears to the monitor. He adjusts the camera to see more of the actual penetration. I hold up my trusty egg headed dildo to the camera. Tom, eyes closed, barely murmurs as it slips into him. Not so, when I add my cock alongside it. “Shit!” he groans. “What is that?” I tell him as I continue to fuck. I’m pretty sure it’s the only way a double fuck is going to happen today. The toy has made his hole tight again. He feels really smooth and silky on the top of my cock, which is exposed to his ass. I love the contrast of the ribbed silicone below me. I ask Dylan if he wants to try it, but he’s too busy. Tom takes a break. I sit and watch porn. Dylan is back. I eat his ass on the bed—hairy and delicious young flesh. He eats mine, with me sitting on a crate at the foot of the bed, my arms crooked around my long, long legs. I coax him into the sling. I am trying to enter his tight hole as Tom comes back into the room. He sits on the bed and encourages me to open up his partner. Dylan is clenching his hole tighter and tighter. He’s looking at my meat in the overhead mirror. And panicking. I blindfold him with a convenient bandanna. It does the trick. With a little more rimming and some steady pressure, I’m up him. To the hilt. I hold. I fuck slowly. “Plow him good and hard,” Tom tells me from the bed, where he is groping his cock. I build my tempo and slam into him. Dylan grunts encouragement. I fuck until I’m winded. It’s my turn to sit down. Eventually I get them side by side on the bed, both doggy style. I slip up Tom. “Kiss him,” I mutter. Dylan is right there, kissing his boyfriend as I start to finger his hole. Without warning I pull out, and enter Dylan’s ass. “Fuck!” he moans. My fingers find Tom’s hole and play with it as I fuck Dylan so hard, my balls begin to throb from slapping against him. Then I pull out and slip back up Tom. Five, six strokes in him. Five in Dylan. Five in Tom. Three. Three. One. One. My cock is battering both asses. Finally I stop. I sit between them. I allow myself to catch my breath. “You know who we should call?” asks Tom. “Teddy,” says Dylan. Tom sits up. “Is it okay if we get you another bottom?” I shrug. “He lives really close. I promise you’ll love his ass.” Dylan goes for the phone on the night stand. He dials and walks to the top of the stairs, just out of sight. After a brief hello, I hear “Have we got a cock for you. Get over here. Now.” In no time Teddy is there. Early 40’s and Italian. There is unruly dark hair everywhere on him—except his shaved head. He takes one look at my cock as he enters the room and falls to his knees. It’s instant attraction. I am drooling precum after the work out I’ve had—and from the sight of Teddy. He strips down to reveal a gym built body with one large tattoo on his left shoulder that wraps onto his back, down his bicep and get lost in the hair on his chest. “Let me ride it.” He sits on me with nothing but his spit on my cock. His ass is heaven. He’s one of those men who can milk your dick with every stroke. He faces me and I watch him slam himself down on me. I could cum right now. But I don’t. Soon, I have him on his back on the bed. I’m plowing deep. I bend to kiss him, but his mouth turns away. He milks me more. I could cum. But I don’t. I wait for the sling. I’m pounding into him. The guys are rooting me on, telling me to breed their friend. I fuck. I taste his hole. I push in, just in time, and cream his ass. I hadn’t cum the day before at the gangbang. I feel like I am shooting gallons into his ass. He clutches my shaft, even harder. “Pull out carefully,” he cautions me, “I want it all left up my hole.” More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... The railroad track and the area around it were becoming too busy. So we went to a local park. He was still sniffing around me. So I added a leash... Are you thirsty? Here you go, boy.... (Look carefully on his chin. He's such a good piss boy.) More to come..... More...

Thanks, guys. I just write it like it happens....

This boy likes to take piss, too. We held off only because of the number we guessed we might have, we didn't want to spoil his clean out....which piss can do rapidly.

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Detroit—October, 2012 Who would have thought I’d have two in one month? Certainly not me. One was just as the month was beginning, the other towards the end. The first was organized by the bottom in question—a traveler from out of town. The second was a joint effort with Kevin, the man who took the mega loads first reported in The Breeder’s Journal (and a second one I wrote about where next to no one showed up, but we had a great time with a Gangbang in a Bottle.) I have to say I had a good time with the visitor. Lots went wrong: the sling wouldn’t fit in the hotel room; he chose an exclusive hotel so guys felt odd walking through the lobby to find the room; he chose a hotel that had a second location in our area—where at least two men went to the wrong room; he thought most of the guys weren’t good looking enough….though they gave him loads—which was what it was supposed to be all about. He took about 7 loads in all. I met a hot, young, ebony, two-load-top who I will invite to future functions. And there was a great Iraqi young man who the visitor all but proposed to…. I felt like I made a good fuck-bud, but it was not an auspicious beginning for doing this particular scene with him again. Now my pal Kevin was a different story… We are back at the same motel where Kevin and I have done this a half dozen times. The sling is up, the rimseat is next to the bed. Kevin and I are stripping down—about 30 minutes before anyone is due to arrive. We compare notes. He’s manned Adam4Adam while I’ve helmed the guest list on BBRT. We feel confidant of a good turnout. I hang up my clothes, put on my jock and turn to the bed: I immediately begin tonguing his moist hole. I want it full of saliva and my precum before anyone else slides in. I ease into his hole. He grips my shaft, murmuring how long it’s been. It has been a long time, maybe too long, but it’s making us love this all the more. Five minutes before the appointed time, there is a knock on the door. He’s mid-thirties, above average height. There is jet black hair matting his chest, arms and thighs. His cock is hard from the moment it comes out of his Jockey’s. He walks over to Kevin who’s on all fours on the bed, and sticks his cock in Kevin’s mouth. I slip back up his ass—fucking hard enough for Kevin to be pushed forward onto the new man’s cock. “Try his ass.” Hairy Man doesn’t hesitate. He pulls out and shoves his slightly curved cock, deep into Kevin. A knock. A guy my age, carrying a little more weight than he’d like, comes in. He’s a regular with us. He can’t get enough of Kevin’s ass. He strips in no time and get his cock in Kevin’s mouth. I go back into Kevin’s ass. Hairy Man is stroking the fur on the Big Guy’s chest and chewing a nipple. In no time Big Guy tells me he wants some ass. I tell Kevin to rotate. BG shoves in. He fucks. He grins. He pulls out and Hairy Man fucks him again. A knock. It’s the oldest gentleman who’s coming. He’s 10 years older than I, with a hot, hot uncut cock that has a large, but very smooth, PA in it. Before he’s undressed, the Big Guy unloads in Kevin. Load #1. Older Guy gets some head from the Hairy Man. I clean Big Guy’s cock, and wipe up any excess around Kevin’s hole. Older Guy slips in. Kevin grunts from the girth and the PA. But he’s a champ. He takes the rough fucking with ease. A knock. Another regular. He’s a man I’ve fucked many times—but he loves to top. Vers man strips down. I clean Older Guy’s cock of the excess cum he’s pulled from Kevin’s ass. Vers man doesn’t wait for some head. He just slides into Kevin. Hairy Man takes Kevin’s mouth. Watching all the action in the room, makes Hairy Man shoot. Kevin swallows—but not all of it. He knows me too well. I clean the man’s cock off and kiss Kevin. He snowballs some of the load to me. Vers man pulls out of Kevin’s ass. I put my cock in. I let the cum spill from my mouth onto the shaft of my dick and fuck Hairy Man’s load into Kevin. Load #2. A knock. My fluffer arrives. A little late. He is my age, but gym built. He would love to be the center of the gangbang, but he has agreed to suck cock and eat ass to get guy’s hard enough for round two. He goes to work on Big Guy as Hairy Man dresses and leaves. A knock. A guy (who looks incredibly suburban and straight) hurries in. He strips and is up Kevin before I can tell him where to put his clothes. The two loads up him must feel great. He shoots in about 2 minutes of fucking. I clean him up, along with the fluffer, and spit what I get back into Kevin’s hole. Load #3. Suburban Man is dressed and gone before I can make the hash mark next to his screen name. A knock. A man I don’t recognize from my list. He’s my age or a little younger, has a nice body—his jet black skin looking even darker against the white motel wall. He’s big and he announces he wants to fuck. Now. But only if there’s a load up there. I tell him there are three. He enters Kevin roughly. And in 20 seconds he is shooting. Load #4. He allows me to clean his cock, then the fluffer goes to work on him, though he never loses his hard on. Big Guy is back up Kevin. He shoots his second load. Load #5. The black guy comes over and pushes me out of the way, where I’ve knelt to felch. He inserts. And cums. Cum is running out of Kevin’s ass. Load #6. I clean up his hole. The Black guy takes his cock to the fluffer. Big Guy and Older guy leave. A knock. A twenty-something. He’s driven a long way to get to Kevin’s ass again. The Young Man strips and dives right in. He fucks hard. Still on the bed. He shoots quickly. Load #7. I let the fluffer do clean up. I want to fuck. I take over. I feel a tongue on my ass on the back stroke. There are hands reaching out to rub across my chest, hands pulling at my balls from below, hands twisting nipples, hand running over the stubble on my head. I am close to overload. I pull out and make the fluffer, who’s been on my hole, lick my cock clean. I get Kevin into the sling. Vers Guy fucks him there. As Do I. As does the Black guy, briefly. “Somebody shoot. Then I’ll fuck more,” he tells me. A knock. One of Detroit’s best known tops arrives. He loves Kevin’s hole. He’s texted me repeatedly during the day about details. He sees Kevin sprawled in the sling. He just unzips, steps up and gives him a chain rattling fuck. Everyone in the room rings the sling and watches, stroking another man. He grunts and shoots. Load #8. I clean him up. I do such a good job, he doesn’t wash, he just puts it away, thanks the room and leaves. The Black guy is right there. He inserts. “Oh fuck, he shot a lot in there.” Two more strokes and he’s shooting. Load #9. Vers guy is up next. He’s been on the rim seat, with the fluffer beneath. He fucks Kevin in the sling. He pauses, asking me to rim him as he fucks. I work into his hairy crack. It’s like a switch. He shoots. Load #10. The Black guy is back in. It takes a little longer this time. But he shoots his fourth load. Load #11. The Young man is up again. He kneels to taste the froth of cum that is Kevin’s hole. He inserts. “Oh, my fucking….” He trails off for his thrusts speed up. Once again the chains rattle. And he soon shoots. Load #12. I let the fluffer take care of his cock. I want to taste that hole. I eat. I swallow. And I stand up to fuck. His hole is so slick. I slide in. I’m close, but the moment passes. “Here.” I give the fluffer my cock. He devours it hungrily. “Now his hole.” He licks and sucks at it, all the while stroking himself. I hear a grunt. My fluffer is coming. And catching it all with his left hand. What a guy---he applies it to Kevin’s puffy hole. Load #13. “Move.” It’s the Black guy. He doesn’t just enter him, he is swabbing down the exterior of Kevin’s hole with the head of his cock and working the fluffer’s cum up there. He fucks—the longest of his many times in his hole—and blows a fifth time. Load #14. I clean him. I rise to fuck. Kevin winces as my big head prods at his hole. I see the look in his eyes. He’s done. “Come here.” I get him out of the sling. The remaining spent guys are all sitting on the bed watching. I lie under the rim seat. Kevin is straddling my chest. I lower the seat. He pauses—then lowers that magnificent ass onto my face. My tongue is right there. It slowly opens his hole. I taste the last cum deposit. I probe deeper. He opens up. It’s a fucking avalanche. Cum is pouring out of his abused hole. I can barely swallow fast enough. I tear up. I grab a breath of air and then work my tongue even deeper… More...

I will be there. Love the play at MAL...

I had to snap that pic quick---so I could get right to cleaning him up....

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Northern Indiana—October, 2012 Ryan and Bill are the two few limit pigs that have helped me top my piss boy Bryce in the past—though not at the same time. Ryan really wanted to bottom this time. So we all met at his house. He has a lot of pics of that encounter on his blog, “Spreading My Legs.” Enough, for three full posts. I have some for this post too, that were on my camera. I can’t write about all the moments of hot sex we had that afternoon, but here are a few---as well as my favorite that he made no mention of in his post—straight out of “A Matter of Size…” We are in his lower level. It’s not a basement at all—it’s fully finished, as a bedroom and study. I have brought the sling and rimseat. We set them up next to the bed. Ryan is on his knees sucking me, then Bill. Then it’s my turn for two cocks in my mouth at once. Bill does the same. We can’t wait—Bill is on a tight schedule. We get Ryan into the sling. I lick at his tight pucker for a moment, and let Bill open him up. I think of them as tops, but they both love to have their holes worked. Watching Bill’s extra thick cock plow into him, I wince. And piss. I cover Ryan’s balls and cock. Then I aim at Bill’s cock. He is now fucking my clear piss into Ryan’s ass. Bill calls me a “hot fucker” and starts banging Ryan’s dripping ass all that much harder. Soon it’s my turn to fuck Ryan. I taste his hole again. It’s now awash with piss and precum. I dig some out with my tongue. I rise up and share it all with Ryan, letting my spit roll off my tongue and into his eager mouth. I stand up and force my cock into his hole. Damn, he’s still tight. Bill sits on the bed, stroking, never taking his eyes off my cock entering his friend. I fuck. His hole is hot. And he’s milking my cock on every stroke. Bill stands and puts his drooling cock into Ryan’s mouth. I fuck until I’m winded. “I want that dick in me, too.” It’s Bill. I was pretty sure I’d have two asses this afternoon. “Oh, yeah,” I tell him. “Get on the bed—on all fours. You, too,” I tell Ryan. He obediently gets on all fours next to his buddy. “No,” I tell him. Get on top of Bill.” Soon I have there asses spread in front of me forming a hot hairy tower of male flesh. I kneel. I tongue Bill’s as yet unopened hole. I work lots of saliva up it. Then I stretch upward, and there is Ryan’s wet hole waiting for my tongue. I rim Ryan. Then back to Bill, taking some of the precum we’ve both fucked into Ryan, to lube up Bill’s ass as well. I stroke and lube my cock as I eat. I can’t get enough as I go back and forth between the guys. They seem to love the novelty of it, too. Soon, I rise and enter Bill. He grunts. It’s been a couple of years since I’ve been up his hole. It takes a moment or three for him to relax. Soon, I am plowing steadily, to the hilt. I love watching my dick disappear in him. Abruptly, I pull it out and stick it directly into Ryan’s twitching ass. He is totally caught by surprise. Just as he’s moaning in time with my strokes, I switch it again and sink deeply into Bill. Then Ryan. Then Bill—fucking longer this time. Then just a couple of strokes into Ryan’s waiting hole. They can both feel the motion of me fucking, but they never know whose hole it’s going in. They love it. When we finally stop—Ryan cleans my cock—he wants to taste every drop of man juice. Next up is Bill in the sling. I fuck him hard. He takes me much more easily this way. This inspires Ryan to fuck him, too. Bill has to leave….happy but without dropping a load. Ryan and I go back and forth between rimseat and sling. He eats my ass for a long time, first in the sling and then with him under the rim seat (a first for him). And I do the same for him. When it’s finally time to breed him, we’re back on the bed. I fuck, take a hit of Jungle Juice and let fly into his guts. I cum for what seems like forever. This is the first time he’s taken my load. We snap a pic of it to mark the occasion… There are lots of great pictures of this event on his blog—check it out… More...

You're right. I thought my cock was going to drill into the floor when it went from semi hard to throbbing with the first few spurts. Little makes me harder than piss in my mouth--or felching fresh cum out of a hot ass.

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Since I don't have any pictures of me fisting a pumpkin, or putting a new spin on bobbing for apples... This is an out take from the first leather photo shoot I did with a f-bud/friend. He works professionally within the the porn industry, taking stills for a very well known company. It amuses him to shoot me when he's in Michigan. The payment for this shoot was simply for me to drink his load of piss... He seems to have liked it... Happy Halloween! More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Lansing—October, 2012 I have known the Cum Hound for a long time, yet we have never met for a one on one. He loves to get fucked. He loves cum. He loves taking loads for me to felch. We meet up every few months. We usually meet at a truly sleazy motel in the Detroit area, and I would be one of a number of guys there to fuck him. We meet in different cities, at times, to get different dick up his hole. Even when he came all the way out to my playroom, I recruited the one lone top in my tiny town to give him a load for us to play in. We had talked about the fact that it was time to meet on our own—but I then I arranged a mystery top to come in and fuck him once he was blindfolded. This time I had no tricks up my sleeve. We’d fuck alone. He wanted some pushing of his limits of pain. I’d set up the sling and rimseat in a cheaper motel in Lansing. Our added spice was that we decided to broadcast it on TIM’s Fuck Roulette. “Get on the floor.” I point to under the rimseat. Cum Hound eagerly gets under the open seat. He loves to rim me. I sit. The camera on his laptop picks me up perfectly framed. His tongue connects with my ass. I watch my cock go from semi-hard to fully erect. I let it bounce, as I remove the poppers in the waistband of my jock. I take a deep hit. He grunts as he works deeper. An image of a young man stroking appears on the ‘who’s watching’ screen. He sees a toilet seat, and quickly clicks away from us. I’m luxuriating in just sitting and being serviced as I stroke. We pause at least once for him to take a hit. Then I sit again for his more frenzied rimming of my now wet hole. I look over at the screen. A handsome Black man is watching us. He eventually clicks away—and I get up. “It’s sling time.” I get him over to it—after we re-position the laptop on the bed to catch the business end of the sling. It’s positioned so I can see my cock slap on his ass. I dip and rim him, but his tongue has gotten me more than ready to fuck. I shove in. He grunts a “Yes” and I am in to the hilt. My balls slap his ass. “Fuck me, Sir.” I pull almost all the way out. And slam in again. I fuck faster. There is an older leatherish-looking man watching us now---his cock looks huge, it’s so close to his camera. He is pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock and slowly working it back down--making a show of it for us. I pause, taste the Cum Hound’s ass and then push my cock right back in. I hear the man on the screen grunt—when I look over, he’s gone. I work the Cum Hound’s nuts. Much in the same way as I detailed in Pain Pig. He howls, every bit as loud. I bring out some toys. The first one in his ass has a large egg as the head, then a slender shaft. The Cum Hound gasps as the egg pushes him wide open. He clamps down on the ribbed shaft. I work it in slowly. I pull the end of the shaft up. Then down. Then from side to side. CH is moaning. He is loving this. I push the base down again and add my cock alongside it. It fits perfectly. My cock pushes up to the base of the egg. “Argh!” He is stretched wide. “Fuck me with that thing.” I pull back, then fuck forward, running the underside of my cock over the ribs. It feels terrific. For both of us. I keep it up for a long time. We have a new man jacking as he watches us. He’s young and hung. And likes what he sees. I look over—pull my cock out roughly and then work the toy out of his ass. I show it to the camera. I put it right back in. I slip my cock into his hole. And a finger along the side. CH grunts. When I get bored, I pull myself out, along with the toy and go for the speculum. I don’t think he’s ever had it in him. The stainless steel device slips in easily after all the stretching. Then I begin the slow crank open. The medical istrument opens laterally, covering the sides of his ass leaving the top and bottom of his canal for me to fondle. He groans as my finger thumps against his prostrate. He’s purring as I run my index finger down the whole length of his gaping hole. I stand up. I’ve cranked it open wide enough to just work my thick cock head in. It feels terrific as the cool metal is on either side of my shaft, and his hot flesh is above and below. “Oh, Sir. That’s amazing.” I think so, too. I’m up him for long time. The young man online loves this—he is leaning towards his computer screen. I pull out. My cock feels the largest it’s been all day. I slap it hard on his balls. CH squeals in surprise. I plunge back in. “FUUUUCK,” he crows. When I finally stop, I pull out and make him clean my cock. ATM is expected and relished with the Cum Hound. I blindfold him. “I have a surprise for you.” He shivers in anticipation. I grab it out of my bag, and lay it on his stomach. He hears the clink and feels the weight. “Fuck,” he murmurs. It’s a chain. About 18 inches long. One I’ve had for a while, checked it over for any rough edges. I Crisco his hole. And the first few links. It goes in easily. “It’s so heavy,” he breathes. I keep adding links. He takes them— all but the last two—I hold onto those. I tap his stomach. You can hear the chain clink in his gut. “Ready?” Without waiting for an answer, I pull slowly. Each link pops out of his well-used hole. A shipyard version of balls on a string. He’s breathing rapidly as each link pops out. Finally, the final four links fall out of his ass—the weight of the chain pulling them out fast. I lay the extended chain on his chest and abdomen so he can feel how much he took. “Once more. Please, Sir.” I smile though he can’t see it. They go in faster this time. And come out faster too. A few pictures—then: “It’s breeding time, boy.” “Yes, SIR.” I’m in and pumping hard. “Take it.” “Give me your cum,” he mutters, half to me and half to himself. “Shoot it.” I convulse. I shoot long and hard up his hole. As I straighten up, my white jizz drips from his hole. I notice there is white cream all over the video watcher’s cock, too… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... When last seen, I was getting blown in the van. The photographer wanted a change of clothes. My dirty yellow jock got him excited. "Get me hard. I can still piss...." "You want it?" "Here it comes...." "There you go...." "Swallow it all, pig...." to be continued.... More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... My Playroom—October, 2012 I had a flurry of activity in early October. This was good, since I had eleven days in the middle of the month, when the playroom had to be converted back to a guest bedroom. First up was Martin. When I first saw his pictures, all I could focus on was his hairy chest. He was delightfully furry—I couldn’t wait to wet it down and wring it out with my tongue. Martin is my age or perhaps a few years younger, bearish, and much more into BDSM than I am. He is a real pain pig. He brought a ton of toys many of which stayed in his bag, but he had smaller dildos than the few I possess for my fisting boys. He had an electro set—something that I have no interest in; a violent wand—which I was willing to use but we never got to it; and sounds—which I am intrigued by, but want a tutorial in how to use them, before I incorporate them into play. He also wanted condoms—so out came the Magnums. He was intrigued by watersports and said that he certainly wanted to get fucked, but it wasn’t as important to him as being made helpless in the sling and abused…. So I started with forced fellatio, with him in nothing but a red jock and a black t-shirt. He gagged easily. Soon he was bent into the sling, holding on to, balanced on his chest, his furry ass in the air. The piss came out of my cock in a *******. It covered his crack and dripped onto the mat below. I licked him clean, slipped on a condom and began opening his ass—using my cock to prod at his pucker. I finally entered his tight hole—but I could tell my cock hated the latex. Soon he was flipped and in the sling properly. I ripped open his t-shirt. I clipped his leather bound wrists to the chains above his head. I added a hood that only had a mouth opening. I chewed on his nipples. I attached a set of tit forceps to his full, pointy nipples. He groaned. Now we were headed into his territory. I tied his cock up to the remains of his shirt. Then I used clothes pins on his balls. Martin began squirming in delight… I let the clothes pins stay in place. My piss arcs out again. I cover his hairy chest, and then concentrate on his balls. The excess runs down his ass crack. “Yes, Sir. That’s so hot.” I tongue some of it off his balls. My piss is sweet. I suit up and enter him roughly. It’s the last thing he was expecting. My fucking is making the pins rock back and forth, pulling on his flesh. With my cock still in place, I begin removing the clothes pins on his balls. That’s when the real pain happens—as the blood rushes back to the abused flesh. Each pinned area is rubbed with my fingers to help the pain. He gasps with each removal and his ass contracts on my cock. His balls are fiery red. I pull out of his ass and throw the condom onto the floor. I grab a leather paddle and a plain hardware store paint stirrer. With my left hand I choke his ball sack right at the base of his cock. His balls plump. I twist my left hand tighter until his sack is shiny. I flick the leather paddle across them. Lightly. He still jumps, as he can’t see a thing. I flick again. Then harder. I take the paddling down to almost a caress with the leather. Then I whack them as hard as I can. He screams. This is what he wants. I give him another. Then let go and stroke and caress them back to normal. I pick up the paint stick. I snap it against his balls. He howls. I gather up the sack again. Once shiny, I whack them repeatedly. His breath is ragged. I slow. Then stop. I rub them again. “Oh, Sir….” He’s right where he wants to be. I remove his tit forceps and a set of clothes pins I’ve added up there. I rub. He thinks I’m done. Instead, I scoop up his balls again, tighten them down to shiny orbs and punch them. Hard. He screams. One word. “YES!” I hit them again—though with less force. Then a softer one yet. Then I pound the shit out of his balls—four hard whacks that leave him gasping for breath. I spit on them. And start all over again… Eventually, I used the speculum. I cranked him open and ran my fingers over his prostate. That got him off. I have to say, I never did shoot myself, but I still enjoyed dishing it out. That night, I got what looked like a gift from the Gods: A big city young man, staying with his parents in the boonies, who needed to be loaded. He arrived. Cuter than his pics. He cleaned out and got on the bed. It was heaven to slip into a young ass with my bare cock after the latex of the afternoon. Then it went bad. He tried a clean out again. And got in the sling. I slipped in…and it was worse. He tried once more--then we called it a day. Neither of us getting what we needed… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Yesterday I got an email. I was sent the the picture above. There was all of one line of text. "Isn't that you, man, in Jayson's hot ass?" I wrote back the briefest of replies: "Yes." More...