FelchingPisser Posted February 19, 2014 Report Posted February 19, 2014 Click here to see Felching Pisser's original blog post... Chicago—December, 2013 It was the end of the year. I was so ready for our annual New Year’s Eve party. The invites were out: “We are in room number 223 at the XXX Motel. It is one of the corner rooms, sort of behind the stairway. We are gathering between 9 and 10pm tonight. We will play until no one has any cum left to shoot. There are the two beds, a sling and a rimseat. I have a few garbage bags for clothes, extra towels and some water. Please arrive prepared to play. This is a no PNP event.” It had been sent to everyone who had attended in years past. Rod and Brice, a couple I’ve known for several years, used to host the gathering in their basement playspace. When that became unavailable, I didn’t want the tradition to die and got a motel room last year where we had a very memorable evening. This year, we are battling lousy weather. Guys are cancelling with each new inch of snowfall, so Ryan (of ‘Spreading My Legs’) and I are online looking for few last minute replacements. 8:57pm. A knock on the door. It’s a man I don’t know—one who Ryan found. He’s young, Latino and, as soon as he sheds his puffy jacket, nicely built. We get him out of his clothes. The young man sucks us both. As soon as he pulls off me, I bend him over the edge of the bed. He sucks Ryan as I lick his smooth ass. The newcomer will not stop huffing poppers. I stand up, a slight slick of lube on my cock and burrow into his ass. He’s tight. “Fuck me hard, Papi!” I pull most of the way out and begin to pound into his ass. He feels great. I can’t wait to watch Ryan plow this boy. Then it all goes wrong. Really wrong. He has not cleaned out at all. And, perhaps worse, his nose starts to bleed from the poppers. Blood is dripping onto the sheets of the bed. Wet washcloths are produced. We send the Latino boy packing—with the caveat he’s welcome to come back if properly cleaned out. 9:15pm. A knock. A beefy younger Black man has arrived. Once naked, you can’t take your eyes off his cock. He is thick. Beer can thick. So thick I can’t get much more than the head of his cock in my mouth. He’s long, too, but it’s the thickness that puts my cock to shame. I suck him the best I can, rim his full round ass and stick my cock up him after he asks me to do so. He greedily cleans my cock as Ryan answers the door. Rod and Brice arrive. Rod is shorter, with graying hair, a good body and is totally versatile. Brice, darker and bigger, tends to bottom more, but the right ass can make him remember his days as a top. Once stripped, they hop on the bed offering their asses to myself and Beer Can. We fuck them side by side, each bottom bent over the bed. We switch holes, taking a turn on the other. “Let me back up Brice.” I nod and Beer Can and I switch once more. A very button down business type arrives. He strips, revealing a nice gym build. He doesn’t hesitate to get on the bed. We literally line up to fuck this new arrival. He takes all five of us. Beer Can is last and fucks the cum out of him. Businessman cleans up, but doesn’t leave. Two tops arrive. Both Black. Both regular fuck-buds of Brice and Rod. I know the first one. He’s slightly younger, slim and hung. His dreadlocks swing in rhythm with his fucking. The other is new to me. He is built, late 40’s and has a large cock. He strips and is hard from the moment his jeans hit the floor. Both men take every willing ass in the room. The party is in full swing. The sling is busy. There are men on both beds. I get under the rimseat. Rod is first. I eat his well fucked hole, deep and long. He is super wet at this point in the night—though I don’t think he has a load yet. Brice sits on the seat next. Then Beer Can. I am on over load. I need to fuck. I tap Beer Can’s thighs. He gets up and I push him onto the bed and plow him for the fourth? fifth? sixth? time. Dreadlocks, at the sling, groans deeply. He’s shot his first load into Rod. I go over. He knows the drill. I kneel. He pulls out ever so slowly. I clean the thick load off his cock until he can’t stand it. I move around and felch more of his spunk out of Rod. I share some with Ryan, letting him kneel beside me. I snow ball a little to Beer Can. I deliberately don’t get it all out--keep enough in Rod to make my cock feel wonderful as I slide into the remains of Dreadlock’s load. I fuck until I think I might cum…but slow down and twist my balls. Dreadlocks watches the action—and eventually gets Brice in the sling and gives a load to him as well. I felch and share and fuck. 11:45pm. A Knock. The party has lost the Businessman and Beer Can. And another couple arrives. They are in their 30’s. Greg is slim, smooth and wants to check his clean out. His friend is slim, and very hairy. I get to rim his hairy butt for a moment, but as he continues to text on his phone while I do it, I stop. After he comes out of the bathroom, Greg and his friend talk—and the otter leaves. Sloppy wet kisses are exchanged at Midnight. Rod and Brice leave soon after, cum soaked and happy. Greg becomes the centerpiece for the second half of the night. The ever hard black guy and I take turns rimming this new ass as he lies on the bed sucking Ryan. Everhard is up him first. “Fuck you need to get in here.” Everhard pulls out and I sink into him. We share the hole for a bit. “Let’s do the sling.” We get the young one into it. We circle up. Someone is always on his nipples, another on his mouth, and the third fucking him. I go first, then Everhard, and then Ryan. We do it again, Ryan and me concentrating on tasting the juices flowing out of hole. On the third time around, I shoot deep into Greg. I cling to the chains. And collapse on the far bed. Greg is hustled out of the sling and on all fours on the other bed—Everhard fucking and Ryan in his mouth. Everhard fucks loudly, his thick cock slapping into the juicy hole and shoots. It’s his third of the night. I think Greg comes, too. Ryan moves around and quickly adds his load with the other two. Everhard makes Greg suck a fourth load out of him—as Ryan and I feast on Greg’s dripping hole. Happy 2014 indeed. More...
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