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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Lake Ontario—August, 2012 I had time the next day to head back to the dog walk/conservation area. Two cars were in the lot. I read for a bit, then decided to walk around and see if there was any “trouble” to get into… I walk away from the lake, across the expanse of sun parched field and into the new growth of trees. As I round the first corner, there they are: two men and a Boston terrier. Just talking. I smile and nod and continue on down the trail. The man doing all the talking I recognize from previous years here. He is older than I, short and balding, with quite a few extra pounds. He loves to talk and tell stories—stories that ramble until he has lost track of why he is telling that particular tale. I love the look of the other guy: he’s taller than me, thin, with a promising bulge in his track shorts. He’s in great shape for being in his late 60’s. He tosses a stick for his dog to chase as I amble on down the brambled path. I give them a little time—then make a U-turn and head back. I duck under a low branch—and there they are. The short guy is on his knees, sucking the very large cock of the tall, grey haired gentleman. The dog is scampering around, licking at the big guy’s crotch, as Daddy gets head. They wave me over to join them. I unzip. I pull out my growing cock. The large guy goes from one to the other. It feels good, but I’m not fully hard. My mouth is on Daddy’s nipple. My hand is on Daddy’s hairless, totally smooth ass. I know what I want. I kneel behind those long, long legs. I pull apart his ass cheeks and begin licking. He looks at me over his shoulder. Then he bends over, surrendering to my invading tongue. His cock pulls out of the Talker’s mouth—Daddy doesn’t care—he just leans on his former cock sucker’s shoulders. I feel a hot tongue on my balls. There is no way the fat guy could bend that far over… Nope, it’s the dog. Damn, he’s good, too. I shoo him away, but he’s back instantly. I ignore him and spread his cheeks apart with my hands. His hole tastes great, salty and moist. Then the cock sucker starts talking. He goes on and on about another cruise place, and it deflates both our cocks. The dog starts barking—warning us of approaching dog walkers. We clothe ourselves in plenty of time. The terrier scoots away to welcome a standard poodle. We try to wait out the intruders, but they are playing catch right by the entrance to the path . No more sex for now. “I remember you,” says the talker. “We had a long talk last year.” And then he proceeds to resurrect the entire conversation. I nod. And nod. “I remember your tongue,” says the tall man. “You rimmed and fucked me at the bathhouse in Fort Erie.” I smile and nod, not remembering him at all. But now I write a blog. And I think I will. I promise that I’ve never had the dog before… More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Near Lake Ontario—August, 2012 I didn’t actually have sex on Thursday. I know. I’m stunned, too. I did find two seniors sucking cock in the woods, but they seemed to want to show off and were not really looking for company. I simply smiled at them, nodded at the top who was enjoying getting his larger than average penis sucked, and continued on my way. Later in the day I was very aware of a young man’s eyes on my cock at the row of urinals. There were about eight of us pissing before a performance. The man at the end of the set of the ten urinals was there first. As the rest of us came in and unzipped, he pushed his hips father and farther forward, making sure no one could see his cock. He must have been all but humping the dripping back wall of porcelain by the time he was done. The ninth man came in and went in one of the booths to piss. He couldn’t bring himself to shoulder his way in between us all. Some were able to pull it out with barely unzipping. Some unbuckled and opened their entire trouser front—though none, to my practiced eye, looked like that was necessary. The man next to me, the one doing the looking—and with the largest wedding band-- was discreetly holding his cock so his hand covered most of it. He made no signs to flash it at me. We all stood staring straight ahead of course. Except for the young man. And me. I, of course, was standing a good distance away from the urinal—showing it all off once again. And I was the only one with a smile on my face….. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Fort Erie—August, 2012 The last time I was at this sauna, built in the 1930’s, it was rundown and showing its age. It had little in common with any of the slick and gleaming spas of Toronto or Chicago. It was a true steam bath. The weathered wood seats in the steam room could give you splinters. Windows in some of the rooms could not open or the glass was cracked. But there were fun men who went there. I gave it another try. It has been purchased by a spa chain. Everything is new, clean and best of all, there are more play areas. There is now a gloryholed slurp ramp, a dark video room with two beds, a sun deck with places to fuck, and best of all, a sling. I arrived when it opened that day, at 10:00am. I wanted to catch the lunch crowd and I had a great 6 hours. Here are a few highlights… The handsome attendant lets me in. He tells me my room is upstairs, gives my crotch a squeeze and says he hopes I’ll save some for him--as I had last year. I nod… I strip and go back down to the steam room. I want some unwinding time in the hot, damp room. An older gentleman is already there. As the steam billows around us, we fondle each other. When I can no longer breathe, we go to the upstairs video room. There are two triangular padded platforms where you can relax and watch the video. Or fuck. And that’s what the older gentleman needs. I eat his hole for a while—getting him wet and slick. I stand up and beat my cock on his hole. “Fuck me with your raw cock.” Well, that answers that question. I do. I love fucking guys who know how to use their hole. He milks and squeezes my cock with the best of them. We only stop because we both want to see who else has arrived. We go downstairs. The second smaller, drier steam room is packed. A furry otter of about my age is the ring leader. His mouth is everywhere: on a shaved headed ex-military man in the top corner; on me when I sit beside him; on another beefy top who stands in the corner; on the older gentleman who follows me in. Soon Bill, the otter, is going back and forth between me and Mr. Ex-Military. The top has slid up the ass of older gentleman, fucking him noisily. Mr. Ex-Military can’t take all the attention. I am pinching his nipples as Bill sucks his big cock. He warns Bill he’s about to blow. Bill doesn’t move away. He takes the load, groaning loudly. Then, for whatever reason, Bill leans over and snow balls the load into my mouth. I can’t believe it. We kiss hungrily. It cements us as a team for the rest of the day. The heat becomes oppressive. Bill and I go up to the video room beds, followed by the older gentleman and the top from the corner. It’s now about ass eating. I eat Bill’s. His hole seems as hungry as the rest of him. Before I can slide in, he begs to eat my ass. I get on all fours and let his tongue enter me. I can hear the sounds of fucking from the other bed from the other two. When Bill tires, I flip over on my back and get my head right to the edge of the padded platform. “Sit on my face,” I tell him. He stands on the floor and lowers his hairy ass onto my tongue. I go deeper than before. He’s sowet now. I slurp and swallow, lick and open him up. Finally I get up, and tell him I want to fuck him. He jumps up on the platform. He gets on all fours. I stand on the floor. I get my head in…he asks me to stop. “Later. Let me get opened up.” The other top hears this, pulls out of the older gentleman and slips his decidedly smaller dick into Bill. He seems to be taking him just fine. I get up on the platform and feed Bill my cock, liking how it is shoved down his throat by the thrust from the fucking. “Try him now.” The other top, a hairy man with a broad chest, pulls out of Bill. His cock is small, but he has lots of wrinkly foreskin covering it. I start to enter Bill again. He panics and clamps down. I stop and we all take a break. Up on the sun deck, I get some head from a new arrival--handsome and the youngest of us there. Bill works on the older gentleman’s cock. A greased up sun worshiper watches us. He gets on all fours and calls the guy who’s giving me head by name, demanding to be fucked. Sucking me has given this guy a raging hard on. He’s up the sun worshipper in no time. I go over and work his nipples as he fucks. Then go around to the sun worshipper’s mouth. He’s all teeth—so I go back to the nipples. Almost instantly, the handsome man grunts and shoots a load deep into the sun worshipper’s guts. I bend to felch. And stand up. He’s not anywhere near clean enough for that. “Fuck his load into me,” pleads the sun worshipper. “Nice and deep.” I pause, then do just that. Then take a very hot shower…. Later in the day, I get Bill in the sling room. I want to trade more rimming time. While my face is buried up his ass, the other top, the older gentleman and the Attendant find us. Soon the Attendant has slipped up Bill’s ass, giving him a major fuck. I eat the Attendant’s ass on the back stroke. The other top sits and watches, stroking. The older gentleman moves over and sits on his cock, fucking himself. When he rises, I crawl over and clean the other top’s cock, leaving him super wet and shiny. He rises and replaces the Attendant up Bill. He fucks him until the chains rattle. I try one more time, but the same thing happens—his hole shuts down with my girth. It’s the Attendant’s turn in the sling. I rim, deeper now. He groans and tells me to plow him. I enter easily and hold. Then do a slow build until I’m slamming him. He grunts. I pull out and the other top takes a turn. He fucks until he’s on the edge of cumming then pulls out. I slip back in. I have found the Attendant’s prostate. He is dripping cum on every stroke. He squirts a huge load—one shot hitting his chin. He goes off to clean up. Bill has ambled away mid fuck. Only the other top and I are left. “Come here,” he tells me. He’s sitting on the chair. He catches my wrist and pulls me down. My face is just above his crotch as he shoots his load into my beard. “There—I thought you’d like that.” He goes off to shower, leaving me licking at my goatee in the dim light of the sling room. Still later—It’s just the Attendant and I left. We are back in the sling room. I lick and chew at his freshly showered hole. I pull back and look at his inviting pucker. “Can I breed you?” “Fuck yeah.” “Yeah,” I say, “Keep it in you the rest of the day.” I open him. I fuck. I rim. I fuck. I swallow his copious ass juices. I fuck harder. I take a hit of poppers. I am going to blow. “Do it,” he tells me. “I’m gonna shoot too.” We shoot at the same moment. A rarity. His spasming hole on my cock feels incredible. I collapse on his chest. It’s 4 o’clock on the dot. 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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Toronto—September, 2012 I was back in Toronto for the evening. Arturo and I had met two summers ago at a BBRT organized orgy in that city. He may be diminutive in height, but he has an oversized sex drive. He’s originally from somewhere in Iberia. His darker skin always looks hot and sexy on the white sheets where we play. Last year he organized a sex party for my visit. This year,his boyfriend is away, so we are meeting one on one—and inviting others over after we have a little alone time. He lets me into his apartment. He’s just home and cleaned up—wearing nothing but pajama bottoms. His bare chest is the color of cinnamon. We kiss. It’s been a year… We catch up. I shower. We talk a little more. I love his sense of humor. And how we recognize and celebrate each other’s sex drive. We move to his bedroom. I sprawl out—it feels so good to be on a real bed after a week of air mattress and sleeping bag. He takes my semi-hard cock down his throat. He swallows. I grow thicker. He does it again. I grow longer. I roll him over and fuck his throat. I pull up long gobs of spit. He’s panting. And has a huge smile on his face. I suck his long, thin cock—it looks huge on his petite body. He is drooling pre-cum. I bend him up so his ass in in my face and spit it all on his hole—and use a finger to work it into his ass. “Your pre-cum needs to lube your hole.” He shivers at the words. I continue to lick his ass. “Get on all fours.” He does—right at the edge of the bed. I kneel on the floor and really bury my face in him. I can pull his cock back to keep swabbing it with tongue. I spit again. I eat and chew on his pucker. Another swipe of his cock with my tongue. I spit again. I rise and slap my cock head against his hole. “It’s been so long,” he grates out. I mutter agreement, but I’m too busy working my cock head into him. He’s loose now. And I sink all the way in. And hold. “Fuck, you feel good,” I murmur. I’m fucking slowly. Long strokes. I all but pull out. Then just lean into him and sink it slowly to the hilt. And again. I finally build to an athletic fuck. I pause, pull out and roll him onto his back. He holds his legs up by the knees, as I sink down and taste what I’ve done to his ass. The mix of his ass lube, his pre-cum and mine is heady stuff. I rise and sink into him again. I fuck. Hard. We pause, both feeling a little winded. We break, to see if either of the two men he’s talked to are online again. The top cancels—I’m too kinky for him—never mind none of that is coming out tonight. “Wait until you see the ass I got for you,” Arturo tells me. “I’ll rim it and you fuck it.” There is a lengthy back and forth with the owner of this truly beautiful ass. We give him the address—and he never shows. We go back to the bed. He gives me a terrific massage, loosening the shoulders that have got so tight from the nights in the tent. I relax. He leaves me alone for a bit. When he comes back, I get him back onto the bed. I want to drill him. Drill him and seed him. “You want my cum?” I ask as I enter him roughly. “Yes. Fill me up. Fill me with your cum.” He continues to ask for it as I fuck. I pull out for a second and lick his wet hole. I slip right back in. I fuck. I lick once more. I enter him roughly—just in time—I shoot my two day load into his clasping butt. “Fuck!” He moans. “Yes…” And I get to sleep in a bed tonight. With my arm wrapped around him. Tight. More...

Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... On Lake Ontario—September, 2012 I didn’t want to pitch my tent all over again for my final night in Canada. As luck would have it, Bill, the man I’d met at the sauna on Friday, had invited me to his cottage after I was through with watching my final evening performance. I called him. He was still up for my visit. He offered a free bed and some breakfast if he could suck me off tonight. I got on the highway, and then any number of dark country roads, to find him. I finally did, and dodged the marauding skunk in his driveway. I knocked… The unfinished cabin is dark—except for the huge flat screen. On it are four guys working over a young woman. “That lucky bitch gets to take all their loads,” he tells me as I toss my bag on the floor by the couch and settle down next to him. He’s ready. More than ready. He has my pants open and my dick out in no time. He deep throats me. I work my hand down the back of his cutoffs to play with his ass. He grunts around my cock I go down on him. We sixty-nine. I eat his ass. Soon, we move to the bed for more room. He wants me up his ass. He sticks a dildo up himself—much too roughly in my book. He decides he better not try my cock. We sixty-nine a little more. He rolls off me and starts jerking. He asks me about my deceased partner. I tell him a little. He keeps humping his hand. He asks about my porn shoot. I tell him about Jayson in much detail. He talks about a good straight bud, who used to come over to fuck him. Now his wife keeps his friend too busy around the house to visit. He tells me how he had a three-way with a male/female couple. How he was able to sneak a little cocksucking of the other guy under the guise of tasting her juices on the other man’s cock. Then he goes into great detail about eating out her cum filled pussy. How it would get him so hot, he’d cum in her instantly after he was done. I tell him about my first felch—and what it did to me. All the while we are beating our cocks—but it’s relaxed, pleasant, a great change. Out of nowhere he squirms around and fires his load into my mouth. I am nowhere close to cumming, but will myself to get there. I succeed and cover his chin and tongue with my seed. We sleep soundly. The next morning, the eggs are great, swimming in butter. He makes me promise to look him up next year. I agree. I get in my car and start the long 6 hours home. More...

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Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Bay area, MI—September, 2012 I crossed the bridge from Canada back to Michigan with absolutely no problems. I had a custom officer straight out of porn casting. His dark hair was high and tight. He filled out his uniform so that it was skin tight. The short sleeved shirt cut into his tanned biceps. His loosened tie exposed a mat of unruly hair poking out from the neck of his undershirt. It was a hot day so his pits had begun to stain the kahki shirt—enough to make my cock jump. I was on my way after three questions—no strip search needed. I was still horned from sex almost every day. I didn’t go home. I went to a motel near the great Adult Bookstore in the Bay area which I wrote about here. One admission gets you in to a “theatre” for straight porn, a “theatre” for gay porn and 14 or so booths—half straight, half gay. I napped in a real bed, had an early dinner and went to seek what trouble I could get into…. There is a decent crowd, considering that it is Labor Day. I get head from several older gentlemen. I suck a good looking guy who is exceedingly nervous. Now, I’m stroking, watching the straight porn in the theatre. I am sitting alone in the back row of the plastic lawn chairs, near the door. I am hard. Dripping. My precum, a little lube and a little residual spit makes my hand glide easily over my fat mushroom head—the head that had just made some hapless man gag. The door opens. I don’t even bother to look. Or to hide my cock. “You’re back.” I instantly recognize the accented voice. It’s my hot young man from the last time I was there. I look over to him lounging against the wall. Today he’s wearing a tight T-shirt--with a band’s name I’ve never heard of. He’s opened his jeans and his cock is sticking out above the band of his white briefs. He slowly pulls the waistband of his Jockeys’ down and exposes his long, thin uncut cock. He moves toward me. “You want?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, but sticks it in my mouth. I suck on it, digging under the foreskin. I finally reach up with my hand and peel back the skin. He sighs as my tongue connects with his exposed dick head. The door opens. We make no move to recover. It’s one of the older men. He leans against the wall, watching us and groping himself. All too soon my young Hispanic friend pulls out of my mouth and bends over. He takes three quarters of my cock down his throat. He moves around, kneeling in front of me. Now he can take it all. I reach out to stroke the longish black hair. The older man moves to me and offers a fat cock for me to suck as I get head. I do. When he sees what I’m doing, the young man stops. Shit, he’s pissed I am playing with someone else. But no, he joins me, sucking the man’s balls while I swallow his length. Soon, we are doing that porn thing of lips on either side of his cock—running them back and forth. Our movements keep sliding off the man’s cock and ending in long, deep kisses. He is fumbling in his pocket. He pulls out a black Lifestyles condom. He desperately tries to roll it down my cock. I dig in my pocket and hand him a Magnum. He gets it on me. I sink to my knees as soon as I’m suited up. He bends over, presenting his ass to me. The older man enters his mouth as I lick his thickly haired crack. I add lube to my covered cock and stand up to enter him. “Fuck,” I hiss. He’s tight. But I’m in. And the sound of my hips smacking his bubble butt fills the theatre. He grunts. He moans around the cock in his mouth. And he shoots in no time. It’s a massive load, coating the stained linoleum of the back row. He goes to have a smoke. I peel off the condom and continue my jerk. Thirty to forty minutes later (after totally unmemorable play) he’s back. “Fuck me again, Papi.” I dig out a second Magnum. This time we are alone. I eat his hole. He’s washed it for me, thinking I would hate the taste of the lube from the first time. I go deep and he holds onto one of the chairs, putting a knee up on the seat to give me better access. I roll the condom on as I eat his hot, hot hole. I rear up. I’m in him. He reaches back to check for the condom. “I fucked you raw last time,” I whisper in his ear. “I know, but….” He leaves it unfinished as the waves of pleasure from me pummeling his prostrate take over. He lasts longer, but soon he is shooting as big a load as the first on the seat of the chair. Immediately he’s off to watch Pawn Stars in the hall lounge. I play some more, rather half-heartedly with the guy who had been with us before. I resign myself to not getting off. An hour later, I have to go to my motel. I have to meet my Dad in the morning for his Dr.’s appointment. I am literally at the door to the back room, my hand on the knob, when he’s there. “One more time?” “I’m out of condoms.” It’s the truth. “Do me bare like last time.” He’s pulling me to the end booth. We lock the door. He wants no one to see him taking raw cock. I am so ready. I pull my pants down, he sits on the bench in the booth and gets my head and shaft very wet. I pull him up. No rimming this time. I enter him easily. Not so tight the third time—and with skin on skin, I slide home easily. “Did you like when I fucked you like this last time?” “Yes, Papi.” I am losing all control after over three hours of play. “Where do you want it?” “Breed me, Papi. Shoot in me like you did last time.” Jesus, that’s all I need. I shoot up his ass. I can’t stop. I buck and shoot and groan into the nape of his neck. He may have stroked out a third load, I’m too lost in my own orgasm to know. I slowly pull out of him. I sink to my knees. He looks over his shoulder, still leaning against the wall, concerned. I look at his ass. The forest of black hair in his crack. I pull the full cheeks apart. A single drop of white semen hangs outside of his hole. I just stare at it. I start to tell him how beautiful it is…but instead, my tongue snakes out and licks the outside of his hole clean. The perfect ending to my trip... More...

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I would want to felch any load I see in an ass....It will get me hot enough to replace any cum in you I might have eaten out....

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Sure---I piss fuck quite a bit--since I can piss hard. As a top, it raises the temperature of the ass. It makes the hole feel incredible. I usually do it towards the end of a session as it can destroy the cleanout. My boys tell me it feels like a never-ending cumshot--filling and filling and filling them up....

I just returned from the first BBRT sponsored Cum-Union in Madison, WI--though the owner of the venue has thrown other parties in the space. The space had a slurp ramp, 2 slings, WS area, mattresses, dark areas, a cross, a rim seat, etc.. I'd say that 60 to 75 guys attended. All, until the last wave from the bars who were just observers, were looking to play. All body types and a wide age range attended--and all seemed to play well with others. A good mix from Chicago, Milwaukee and Madison. I lost track of how much ass I fuck and how many guys I pissed on. Two boys made it their job to bring me each load they took so I could felch it. A great time....

I have always had a very good time in New Orleans. The bathhouse in the quarter is great---three floors of rooms and play spaces. The Phoenix leather bar lets you fuck in the upstairs bar and on the screened in porch. The bartender fed me piss right at the bar...