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Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs

 (So, as promised, here is GaryM’s take on our play session…)

 

FP Knows What GaryM Needs

Despite the unpredictable Great Lakes winter weather, with a snow event just the previous day. I found myself making the journey once again, on dry roads, to FP's playroom. There was something extra special this visit. An anticipation that knew no bounds. Perhaps a comfort level after my previous visits or some level of hunger that I knew FP could more than satisfy. However I may try to explain it, it was very real and powerful.

 After the usual preliminaries, I crossed that threshold into the playroom where FP was waiting expectantly for me to drop to my knees and show some proper appreciation, which I happily provided.

 Normally we would then proceed to the fuck bench where I would kneel and present my ass for his (and my) distinct pleasure. But this visit, I was in such a state, I requested we immediately head to the sling. My entire life focus at the moment was FP's cock deep in my ass.

 My legs in the stirrups and I in the perfect and favorite position for his assault. After an appropriate amount of rimming me with that talented tongue and driving me nearly over the edge, there it was...that perfect cock knocking at the gate. The first couple inches tentative, knowing better than me that I needed a moment to adjust and then my insistence that he bury that cock deep in my hole. He did...and I was in heaven. 

 For those of you that have had the pleasure of being fucked by FP, you also know this man knows how to fuck. An uncanny ability to vary that fuck and know when to fuck gently and when to slam with a force that hits spots you never knew existed. This is what I had been waiting for ever since that last visit.

 Then more of that soothing tongue on my used hole, followed by my demand to clean his cock which he happily obliged.

 My turn now is to get him in the sling and do what we both love so much. 

Rimming. Start with his balls, thoroughly licking them and slowly, (very slowly), working my way underneath at the base which he finds so sensitive.  I continue my journey towards that expectant flower, but of course I stop there. A slow tantalizing trip all around that pucker, just teasing. I hear the poppers opening and he is preparing himself to slip away when I finally cross that threshold.

I can't recall exactly how I proceeded because you see, I am lost as well. I've wanted to dive into that hole and it has taken all my willpower not to.  I'm certain he felt my warm breath on his hole and then suddenly the slight touch of my tongue. He's moaning now and I can't resist any longer. When my tongue begins its assault and I use every trick I can think of to please this man.  I can't even guess how long this lasts and only reluctantly ends because his legs get tired in this position.

 We both need a break at this point and take the time to try something new. 

FP wants to hang the fuck bench from the sling frame. It takes some adjustment to get it set up at the proper height but eventually we succeed.  I'm the lucky one that gets to try it first. It's very different from the leather sling but equally as enjoyable.

 Time for some toys. I had brought some mostly because they feel so totally different when someone uses them on you as to how they feel when you control them. We used a nice assortment which had the ultimate effect of leaving me open and gaping. FP has one thing I had never tried, a considerable length of heavy chain which I was very interested in trying. Mostly because of the sheer weight. He very slowly and carefully fed me the chain and it is difficult to describe the feeling.  The cold hard links set off some totally new sensations deep in my gut. I then felt so totally empty and used. I demanded he fill me with his cock which was such an incredible contrast that his onslaught felt amazing.

 FP tried the bench for some additional rim action and he seemed to enjoy it as well. But his long legs soon began to quickly tire.

 At this point I could barely stand and needed a moment to rest on the bed and just enjoy some of the ever present porn. I absentmindedly began stroking my cock while watching and becoming quite aroused. Then suddenly to my surprise my ass felt so empty. I spotted FP's egg-shaped smaller dildo and without a moment's hesitation jumped up, grabbed it and shoved it forcibly in my hole without any additional lube. (My hole was already flowing with coconut oil nothing additional was required.)  I think I even surprised FP when I did it but he only laughed. 

It's exactly what I needed and I was suddenly feeling quite refreshed and frisky. 

Only then did I realize what FP was doing—getting the floor cushions and rim seat out. I was more than ready. Still plugged and very hard and there I was on my back as his ass was being lowered onto the seat, his ass cheeks spread perfectly for easy access to the prize. A hit of poppers for both of us and I couldn't control myself. I felt like a starved animal. I was feasting, I was stroking, my legs raising up in almost uncontrollable spasms. FP used that moment to simultaneously slap the base of that plug still buried in my hole. It took every fiber of my being from cumming at that point. I had to immediately stop stroking.

 Why did I stop myself, you ask? Because I wanted FP's cock in my hole and I needed his load. I jumped back on the sling/table and FP was immediately inside me completely. He suddenly held very still and I was a bit uncertain why until to my complete surprise I realized something very warm was filling me up.

Oh gawd...the perfect ending...a piss fuck and fuck he did. I was babbling at this point, begging for it and with a huge hard slam he gave it to me.

 I was enjoying this moment so much I really was so overwhelmed I couldn't concentrate on getting off myself. I knew then what I really wanted was to clean that clock and enjoy all those flavors. But for a moment FP was much too sensitive to even pull out, let alone let someone suck his cock.

 After a moment he managed to oblige me and I hungrily enjoyed myself. Then I realized, I just had to get off. I felt ready to explode but needed some help. I asked him to use the favorite egg head dildo on my ass and he quickly went into action.

He began a true assault on my hole with that toy. He knows I like it hard and he gave me exactly what I needed. I exploded all over my chest and the last thing I remember is begging him to keep fucking me.......I didn't want this to end.

 As I later shared with FP. This was the most intense, pleasurable visit that we've shared so far.  Of course, I usually always feel that way after we've played.

Guest Writer: GaryM Services FP

 There I was back on the road again heading for my 3rd visit to the lair of FelchingPisser. Not a huge fan of long drives but I knew what awaited me would be well worth the effort. 

 I can't begin to express how much I was looking forward to this playdate. I have quickly discovered that with FP every visit somehow manages to surpass the previous one. As we get to know each other better I find he always manages to add a new dimension to our playdate and in doing so promotes such an incredible sense of anticipation and raw lust. 

 FP has an uncanny ability to read people and instinctively seems to know what buttons to push and how far to take things. I do have the advantage here. Reading his blog, you quickly realize that most everything you need to know about his wants and desires are there for all to read. Getting to know me is another issue. I believe in communication and I always try to share with him how I'm feeling and what my needs are.  Most importantly, he listens.

 As I have gotten to know FP there is a certain comfort level in our play and more importantly a deep sense of trust. Surprisingly, I have found myself opening up to him about some of my deeper desires that I've been reluctant to share with others and I know we'll be incorporating some things in future play.

 Now, to this playdate...FP welcomes me into his home, we hugged. Suddenly, it dawns on me, I've never seen FP wearing clothes. He always greets me in his open robe, jockstrap and boots. Looking incredibly sexy and ready. We both know why I'm here, why waste time. I can appreciate that. After a quick check for cleanliness. I quickly undress. In a nutshell, I had told him I really wanted to be used, restrained and helpless. Trying to look somewhat subservient I wore my harness and a leather collar, cock ring, ball stretcher and my red jockstrap. I am ready for whatever awaits me.

 I cross that threshold into that den of sexual delights. FP is standing there now without the robe and I quickly fall to my knees. I know right where I belong. I'm faced with a nicely used bulging jockstrap that is barely able to contain his massive member. FP informs me this is the jock he wore the night of the fuckfest house party, telling me to wake up all those flavors. That's all the incentive I need. Ahhhh, the heady smells and taste.

 When we are both satisfied that I've done a good job he pulls the jock to the side revealing the real prize. There it is, that weapon of mass destruction. I grasp it and admire the girth before wrapping my lips around that sweet head. I know well enough I'm not the most accomplished cock sucker especially when servicing such a massive piece of meat. But every fiber of my being wants to deepthroat that fucker until I gag.....and it's glorious. I suddenly feel his hands on the back of my head forcing me to take every inch. This is what I've been wanting and waiting for. "Throat fuck me"!     

 When FP seems satisfied, he leads me to the fuck bench positioning me on my knees. My ass exposed. I know what's about to come. I reach back and spread my cheeks, my hole is throbbing and there it is...his tongue rimming my hole.

 There are many things FP and I share a real passion for and rimming is at the top of that list whether giving or receiving. In this instance it's a prelude to him fucking me. Knowing at any moment that tongue will be replaced with his cock. That moment when his cock opens me up for the first time this day. That feeling is indescribable. Let the fucking begin.

 Soon it's time for the sling. Not for me, but FP. He too loves being rimmed and not enough men seem interested in providing that pleasure. He knows with me he has found a companion in crime. Picture him in that sling, legs up ass exposed and ready. Someone has rung the dinner bell and it's time for me to feast.

 I want to savor this moment. This is my chance to pleasure the man who does so much to satisfy me. First there is his hard cock on display and I know I want to start there. I aggressively deep throat him until I'm gagging and coating his cock and balls in throat slime. He orders me to lick it all up to which I happily comply. I spend a good deal of time licking his balls making certain to spend a good deal of time at his sweet spot under his balls below his cock ring.

 Then I begin the slow journey with my tongue towards his hole. Getting the hair around his hole nice and wet teasing him and teasing myself as well. But even I only have so much control and I dive in and start ravenously worshipping that tight pucker. It makes absolutely no difference knowing I can never breach that orifice. The simple act of trying to bury my tongue as deep as possible literally makes me wild with desire and, considering the moans emanating from FP, I must be doing something right. He especially likes it when I drag my beard over his hole. Time seems to stand still for both of us.

 In my sexual haze I'm thinking it just doesn't get any better than this when suddenly I realize he has let loose a fountain of piss raining down on us both. Suddenly there is this sweet warm nectar everywhere which needs to be licked up. It's absolutely overwhelming in a good way. I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more. Plus later on in this fuck session I ended up under the rim chair looking up to that ass descending onto my face for more of the same.

 Eventually we got out of the sling and FP was attaching leather restraints to my wrists and ankles. I knew then he had not forgotten my request to be helpless and used. It was my turn in the sling to be restrained and fucked. FP was ready to fuck and fuck me he did intermixed with a great deal of rimming and bringing me his cock and balls to clean over and over again. Another of our shared passions.

 Then FP seemed to have an idea, He lowered the center portion of the fuck bench to make a fuck table. He got me on my back and attached the leg restraints to a metal spreader bar. This was something new for me. He had me grab the bar and pull it towards me until I realized my ass was in the perfect position to be fucked. I had no idea I was about to go for the ride of my life.

He fucked me hard and deep. I was in ecstasy. Unfortunately, being as tall as he is, the angle wasn't conducive to an extended ride. But even though it wasn't long it was incredible.

 We knew the afternoon needed to wrap up so it was time to finish up in the sling. FP knew exactly what I wanted and needed. We both took a good hit of poppers and he seemed to really become that ultimate alpha fucker. He knew I wanted it rough and he delivered. He grabbed me by the balls because he knows I love my balls abused. He grabbed me by the leather collar at one point and it felt like he was choking me and I was his bitch to use however he wished. All the while fucking me hard. I let him know in no uncertain terms that this was exactly what I wanted. I can be a very verbal bitch at times. But not in a fake way as you see in some porn scenes. I couldn't be more honest in expressing myself in wanting him to destroy my hole.

 FP has incredible bladder control and seems to control hiss piss flow without any difficulty. There he was pounding my hole and suddenly it became a piss fuck. I assume that was the trigger we both needed for suddenly he was flooding my guts with his cum. Slamming his cock deep in my hole. I, of course, thoroughly cleaned his cock afterwards.

 There was so much this visit and many other things that we did that I didn't even touch on in this post. Perhaps he will share some of them when he writes up his review.

 Another incredible play afternoon in the books. I've already started formulating some ideas for a future play date.

 I'm really anxious to read his thoughts on this session. My only hope is that he enjoyed it as much as I did.

Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven

 (As promised, here is Jake's take on the same play session.)

JAKE IN HOG-TIED HEAVEN

 

It was July and on short notice I learned that I would be free to travel on a Friday. I sent a text to Felching Pisser: “Where in the world are you these days?” Those who know have frequently FP travels to all points far and near will understand the question. It turned out that FP was in fact home from his travels for a brief time and free to play.

 

Friday was a beautiful day in Michigan, but due to a change of route I was a little late in arriving.  But I was ready to play when I walked through the door, so we headed to the dungeon.  I stripped off my street clothes and finished my prep for play, as did FP.  On other occasions we enjoy a little foreplay, but today FP dispensed with almost all preliminaries and sent me to the fuck bench.  When your man is in the mood to fuck, what else to do but straddle the bench and relax the asshole?

 

FP rimmed me for a bit, and then teased my anus with his massive dickhead.  I began to be a little impatient, knowing what was coming, but FP didn’t keep me waiting for long.  He was soon driving his dick balls deep into my ass, but with more than the usual force.  As always it made me want to fuck back, and soon I was up on my knees and shoving my ass onto FP’s shaft.

 

Then out came the huge speculum and FP shoved its cold probes into my ass and adjusted the width of the opening to his liking. He was soon fucking again until I began rearing back and rammed the handles of the speculum into his balls.  So there was a brief pause while the device was adjusted to prevent any further such assaults. I must say that as scary as the speculum may look, it is entirely comfortable in place, and it certainly gives FP a lot of pleasure as a fucking top.

 

Next came “fuck Jake with an added dildo” time. I can almost tell which one is in use by feel; the added dildo gives me a lot of extra stretch, and at the same time, fills some of the open asshole to give FP more fucking pleasure. We had another chat about which position was better, dildo over dick or dick over dildo?  I like the dildo over dick position because then FP rams it in with his pubic bone while he fucks me. 

 

Now all of this will sound familiar to readers of past accounts, but it was different both in intensity and duration. Simply put, we were fucking much harder and for a much longer time than usual. Finally FP pried me off the fuck bench and let me stagger over to the bed.  He was about to order me into the sling when I mustered up my courage to raise a protest. “You didn’t let me deep throat your dick!”

 

Deep throating the FP penis has always been a challenge for me, and it has taken me years to do it to FP’s satisfaction. At first I would lose control and use my teeth to chew on the big meat, and was rebuked for such presumption more than once.  And then it was a problem if the dick was fully engorged, because it was simply too long and too big to swallow.  But in recent times I had succeeded at least a few times in taking it all balls deep.

 

So I felt cheated of a chance at least to try again. When I asked for it, FP presented his dick for swallowing, and of course it was as big as ever after all that fucking.  I took a deep breath and went down on the dick, and gulped it down.  I could feel the length and girth of it slipping down my throat without a hitch. I didn’t even gag.  So I did it again and again, until I was shaking with delight and could not put my thoughts or feelings into intelligent speech. 

 

FP then pointed to the sling, and I climbed in if only to rest and to avoid falling over completely.  But I soon was climbing out, because FP wanted to raise the sling to what he called “a good fucking height.”  When I was back in the sling FP strapped on his pair of leather ankle restraints, which I prefer to the stirrups for my legs. Sometimes I beg to have them on just to wear while we play. With my legs chained into position, the fucking resumed, and some fisting began.

 

But then FP stopped and asked if I knew what a hog tie was. I certainly did, but it was something new for us. So my feet were unchained from the sling. FP converted the fuck bench into a platform, and I climbed on, facing upwards. The matching wrist restraints were strapped on, and my feet were then hooked on to the ends of a spreader bar, raising my ass up and bringing it into fucking position.  It was hot as fuck just to be tied in that position. FP fucked me for a while in that rig but then he brought out his new hog-tie link, a leather cross with four steel rings. Would I like to try it?

 

Well fuck yeah I would! In a moment my hands and feet were hooked to the hog-tie link, and there I was on my back, arms and legs locked in place. I was completely helpless. My feelings exploded and my ass gaped open. FP fucked and fucked.

 

But the platform was really too low for FP, so he undid the hog tie and sent me back to the sling. He secured my feet on place, and began lubing up. But again I had to protest. “You haven’t retrained my arms!” In fact we had never played in this way, with me fully restrained. I was now begging for it. FP cleaned off his hands, and soon I was locked in position. Once again came the surge of feeling from deep within. The fucking and fisting continued.

 

We did take a rest for a bit before going back to the sling again. After some deep sleep, I reached out for FP’s dick and found it was ready for action once more. So we were back in the sling again, but this time I insisted from the first on full restraints, and even a blind fold. All of the heavy fucking had worked my ass into a state of high excitement, and fisting had become unbearably intense. So FP went back to fucking, but I soon realized that he had moved beyond maintenance level fucking.  He was going for the big finish and I wanted it all.  I lay there in the sling bound hand and foot and let him slam into my ass with explosive force.

 

He shouted, shuddered, and shot his load. I had been urging him on to the end.  But in the moment when I should have been perfectly still and let FP marinate inside me, I thoughtlessly coughed and shot his dick out of my ass. It was a rather shocking way to finish, but it couldn’t be helped.  So ended a session that for once was more of a fuck fest than a fist fest. And a new thing, being fully restrained for sex. But I went home just as happy and high as ever.

Guest Writer: Jake Gets Another Day in the Dungeon

 Traffic was light on Grand River Avenue, route of the pioneers, that is, the first white settlers to venture into the woods and glens of Michigan’s lower peninsula. Originally a Native American trail, this highway rises at the Detroit-Windsor Tunnel and runs north by northwest to Muskegon on the shores of Lake Michigan. In my lifetime an interstate highway was built along the same route, and today most of the traffic has shifted to the newer road. A frenzy of repairs and reconstruction has rendered our freeways impassible this year, so when I hit the road for FelchingPisser’s HQ I happily found my way onto the hassle-free lanes of “Old US 16.”

 

Michigan put on quite a show for me as I rolled along. The last brilliant splendors of autumn leaves shone red and gold in the woods, and the wide fields were brilliant green, stubbled and brown, or freshly-plowed black, depending on the crops in them. No wind, not a cloud in the sky, scarcely a bump in the road! In two hours I was parking my car in front of FP’s handsome duplex. The door was ajar, so I stepped right into the house.

 

FP was ready and waiting for me, and in no time we were down in the dungeon, stripped and harnessed for sexual battle. After so many years, our encounters follow a well-known script. We touch and caress for moment or two and then I am seated on the bed attempting to deep-throat FP’s dick. Those who know it will admire my courage!

 

Today the almost-but-not-quite hard rod went down well for me. I took a hit of poppers and went for it. The strong and handsome penis seemed to explode in size as my mouth closed around it, but with some expansive motion of the throat, this monster cock slid down deep with no effort. I was thrilled at my success, and repeated the feat not once but twice more. My third attempt was power-assisted by a deep inhalation of dirty jock scent. All three of us in the room were very pleased.

 

Then it was onto the fuck bench for me, face down, rump up, ready for FP to adjust the position to his liking. He briefly ate out my ass, and then lubed it with coconut oil. Then he impaled me and soon I raised up in full cobra pose, arms straight, back arched and thighs thrusting my ass backwards into FP’s groin. It’s always the best fuck of the year for me, but this fuck exceeded all expectations. FP has told me that some fisting guys don’t want him to fuck them. I am thinking, “What’s wrong with those men?!”

 

They call it banging, and I wanted to be banged. Every jarring, smacking thud sent fire through my body. I wanted all of the shaft in me, so FP finally threw one leg up on the bench and moved in for total penetration. My ass was used for target practice, taking one direct hit after another. FP paused briefly, and I slumped on the bench.

 

Then I felt another incoming missile, this time the dildo with the narrow shaft and egg-shaped head. It was shoved into place, and a moment later, the monster cock slid in underneath it. Firing recommenced and I was taking double direct hits time after time. Another pause, and the monster cock pulled out and re-entered above the dildo. More thrusting and then a scientific tone: “Which do you like better?” FP likes to study sexual technology.

 

“Actually, I like it better when you are underneath.”  But why? “That way your pubic bone slams the base of the dildo with real force.” Very good! The monster cock slides in under the dildo to launch a further round of double-headed blasts up my ass. So we all fucked on together, and time melted away.

 

Usually time on the fuck bench is a preliminary event, a kind of foreplay for the fisting to follow, but not today. It seemed FP was in the mood to fuck all day, and I wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked. So again, everybody was getting just what they wanted.

 

When we finally were all fucked out, we transferred operations to the sling. It was now a kind of afterglow thing, something we did because the sling was there and why not? But as soon as I lay back in the sling the hole-hunger for a fist kicked in again. FP strapped my ankles into leather restraints and pinned my legs back in wide open position. Let the fisting begin!

 

Here the details begin to get lost in the haze of sex and poppers. There was plenty of fisting, and a long session of fucking. I gifted FP with an Oxballs ass tunnel some time ago, and he likes to use it on me. He installs the tunnel on his cock and then shoves the assembly into my newly opened and lubed asshole. Good for both of us:  I get fucked with a massively enlarged cock, with the size and feel of a softball, and he has a firm tight hole to fuck. Or he gets out his speculum and installs it in my hole; he likes to fuck me with this rather scary-looking bit of med tech in place. It goes in stainless steel cold and comes out ass-heat hot.

 

We took a break to lie on the bed and drift off to sleep.  But then back to the sling, this time with my balls in the wooden crusher, and my latest hardware store find, two massive blue clamps for my tits. They close with a ratchet like stat clamps, in two positions, moderately pleasant and mind-blowingly full-on hard. We strung up my balls in the crusher, FP pinned back my legs, and I dropped back in the sling once more. FP (“The Full-Service Top”) resumed delivery of his services.

 

So it was the same, but also different. The combination of pain/pleasure in ass, balls, and nips (and a fresh snort of poppers) sent me into another place. Simply put, I went totally out of control. After years of play, I was out of control, just wanting more and more, reveling in all of it. Intellectually I went into full pause mode. Other guys have wanted to get me there, but today FP did it. A man took complete possession of my body and did as he pleased. As I said later to FP, it was hotter and wilder than ever before, scary even and very sexy. Three full hours of it! I staggered up the stairs.

 

So I drove home again, smiling all the way up Grand River Avenue. I smiled at the thought that almost 30 years have passed since I first spread my legs for FP, and it was better than ever today. And I smiled at the thought that this surely will not be the last time, but only one more leg of a long journey together.

Guest Writer: Assplay in an Even Colder Climate

(Here, as promised, is Jake's take on our play of the previous post.) 

Gusts of wind and rain had swept through the Wolverine State all night long and well after daybreak. The weather was still bleak, unsettled and lowering when I left home for a two-hour drive down to Felching Pisser’s new quarters, in a lovely town that once was our state capital. He’s been there for a while now, and this visit is my third this year, once in the beauty of springtime, then in the warm weather of early summer, and now in the late fall, in the face of a major “weather event” sweeping across the Midwest.

 

Treetops were tossing, limbs had fallen, and loose brush tumbled across the road as I drove along. But the roads were free of traffic, and I was desperate for a fuck and a fist, so I kept going.  I called ahead to let FP know that I was not far away, since it looked like I would arrive much earlier than we had planned.

 

FP opened his front door to greet me, and we hugged each other.  He was looking well, handsomely dressed and even slimmer than usual, his body very firm to the touch, up and down. Physically we are different in every way, but I love his build and personality nonetheless.

 

It wasn’t long before we descended to his subterranean playroom, not as large as the old one, but much more like a dungeon than a bedroom.  I was soon undressed and harnessed for play (bull dog harness and leather cock and ball stretcher). I wanted to top up my poppers dispenser, but couldn’t find the bottle of Rush I was sure I’d packed for this visit.  When FP fucks or fists you, you don’t need poppers; he will be in my ass before I know it.  However, they are an enhancement to play, but today I will have to do without.

 

We began by standing up and pressing our bodies close together, my soft flesh grinding into his hard and bony body.  As always FP made the first move, working my nipples hard enough to make me lightheaded. My dick stirred and I let out the first moan of the day. I sat on the bed with my head level with his crotch and gave him head for a bit.  Last time I had been able to deep throat him to our mutual satisfaction, but not today.  “The immensity of his enormity” (to borrow a romance novel phrase) was just too much for me.

 

Then it was on to the fuck bench.  FP adjusted my position to his liking and then lubed my hole by rimming me and working his spit into my hole. He lubed his legendary dick and thrust in.  In only a moment or two he was fucking away, and I was up on all fours, rearing back, enjoying what always feels like the best fuck of the year.  A dildo was added to the dick, and we all four fucked on together.

 

Then a much more massive object was shoved into place, and more fucking followed.  I couldn’t see, of course, but FP had gotten out the Oxballs Pig Hole I had gifted to his collection some time ago. He had mounted it on his dick, and then shoved dick and dildo into my sloppy hole in one firm blast.  At some point, either before or after, FP shoved in his first fist of the day, followed by his dick, for a power-assisted fuck.

 

At FP’s command, I lifted myself off the fuck bench and laid back into his sling. FP bound my ankles into the sturdy and handsome cuffs (his brother’s workmanship) that hung from the sling chains, and I happily settled in. The more serious assplay began, but before long the lights went out, and more importantly, the little space heater died on the spot.  A quick search showed that power had gone out for the whole neighborhood. There was just enough daylight from the little window to allow us to keep going.

 

Lots of fucking, fisting, and dildo/speculum play ensued, until we both needed a bit of a rest. I lay on my side, and FP rolled up into my arms.  It was already cold enough to make cuddling a necessity.  I made a quick survey of all the hills, ridges and hollows of his body, letting my hand come to rest on his bulging yellow jock. Then I passed out, until FP was up again and ready to continue.

 

It was time to load my balls into my current favorite toy, a custom-made wooden ball crusher, climb back into the sling and present my balls for his pleasure.  FP went to work, but something seemed to hold him back. He never wants any pain near his balls, and so it may be difficult for him to get into ball crushing; but I enjoy it, and for the first time truly regretted not having access to my poppers. We finally set my balls free from the crusher and went back to fucking and fisting.  FP was seriously working up to a double wide fisting, but for the moment, all I could take was one hand and four fingers of the other. Again, where are the poppers when you really need them?!

 

Time and temperature were taking their toll.  FP works hard at whatever he does, and I am happy to take all he cares to give.  But the room had sunk from pleasantly warm to noticeably cool, and now it was downright cold. I began to shiver a bit, and FP covered my torso with a bath towel.  I pulled it up over my shoulders.  Finally FP decided we had played long enough (we began before 1 pm, and now it was well past 3!).  I agreed and tumbled out of the sling once more.

 

We dressed in record time. I was about to put on my shoes when the bottle of Rush rolled out of the left one! We laughed at the irony of it; I had looked into every nook and cranny of my toy bag, but never thought of checking my shoes. Upstairs again, FP finished changing into street clothes, and we jumped into my Ford Ranger.  We fired up the truck and set out to tour the town while the cab warmed up.  We stopped at a shop to pick up hot spiced tea (two 24 oz. cups) and continued our tour until we were both warm again, inside and out.  The flow of talk never ceased, in sharp contrast to our play sessions, when FP only speaks to give a command, and I grunt, moan and yell, but seldom use any words.

 

In other words, it was just another installment in the long history of our friendship, and one more batch of great memories added to our store. This time together was made all the more memorable for having done all this stuff in a stone-cold room, getting colder every minute. The weather outside may or may not be frightful, but in a playroom you want just a bit of warmth! But one way or another, sex with FelchingPisser is always the greatest of life’s pleasures.

Guest Writer: How Jake Met FelchingPisser

I don’t have many guest writers on the blog, but in recent years, I was glad to publish Jake’s point of view each time my cock and hands found their way into him. Jake, some will remember, is the man I have known the longest—with whom I am still playing. 

Almost a year ago, he sent me a write up about when we first met.  I saved it, as back then I was always behind in getting my adventures typed up.  But I found it again recently and this seems like a great time to publish it. 

The bathhouse in which we met was the one nearest my home—and the second bathhouse I visited.  I was very new to the kink I knew I wanted and couldn’t get with my vanilla partner.  I had fisted maybe two men at this point, both telling me I was a natural FF Top. 

So here it is…How Jake Met FelchingPisser…

It was in our local bathhouse, a cavernous and shabby building that once housed a local dairy operation.  I was a newbie fister in those long ago days. Head over heels, or I guess, heels over head about it.  I was learning that each man fists you in a different way depending on his experience or lack of it, and just as importantly, his own sexual personality.  Some men, usually first time tops, were positively giddy about it, once their fist was sucked into my hungry hole.  Others wanted it to be intense and painful at least to a point; a master sadist knows when he's pushed you just far enough to make it worth his while and yours.

A lot of the bathhouse clientele were not into anything much by way of kink, however, and many visits were washouts for me.  But one night a new man strode into the sling area, where I was waiting, cleaned out and ready.  He soon took command of my ass, and I was suddenly taken up to a higher level.  He first probed my ass to see if it met his standards. 

"Clean as a whistle!" he said with a smile.  Moments later he was thrusting his remarkably long and shapely hand into my ass, slowly but firmly, as announcement that he a lot to give, and I would soon be taking it all.  And I did...

Who was this man?  Under the circumstances, it was be fisted first, and ask questions later.  FelchingPisser loomed over me as a tall man built like a perfect phallus, arrow straight, with slightly rounded shoulders surmounted by a small well shaped head, balding, bearded, with straight nose and large intelligent eyes. His default expression is calm serious intensity. 

In his street clothes, FP is unremarkable.  But I met him in a state of undress, or rather, dressed for things better done off the street.  His feet were shod in leather boots and heavy socks, providing something like pair of leather-clad balls to serve as the right base for the phallic man looming upwards from them.  His hips are as wide as his shoulders, and he is spare and lean and firm up and down.  The hips are cinched by the dirtiest old-time jock strap I ever saw.  The jock barely contains the big hairy balls and massive cock, all bolted securely into place by a cold steel ring.  Shoved into the band of the jock, in a hollow of his belly by a hip bone, is a bottle of whatever poppers he favors at the moment, and maybe a condom or two.  He may be wearing a harness or not as he pleases, and at other times a leather vest and chaps to wrap his long straight legs.

In other words, he is out for serious extreme sex.  He'd stand out in any crowd of naked men. In fact when he walks in, you can't see anyone else.  And you want him.

Best of all for me, FP wanted my ass. His hand slid in like a key sliding into a lock.  He fisted me like no one else before or since.

It was the first of many meetings, all too infrequent, and never quite long enough.  Twenty years later, the sex is great, and I can't wait to climb into his sling again.

Guest Writer: Franklin's Take on Toronto Trio

As promised here is Franklin’s take on our play. I really like the idea of hearing what sticks out in another participants mind.  Sometimes it’s the same as my own, sometimes it’s very different.

It was nice, I thought, to be able to take a local bus over to play with FelchingPisser.  I had met up with FelchingPisser before downtown, at Steamworks on Church and Wellesley and at Club 120 for Fukd farther south on Church. This time, he told me that he was staying with a friend—Brown_Spice, an acquaintance of mine from Recon—in an apartment just two neighbourhoods to my west, practically within walking distance. Having him close at hand was a treat.

After I got off my bus a couple of stops later and into the winter night, it was easy enough to walk through the fresh-fallen snow to my destination.  It was an apartment above a corner store long since converted to residential use.

I was there; FelchingPisser was there, in his jock; Brown_Spice was there, in the same uniform; FP's collapsible sling was also there, occupying pride of place in Brown_Spice's living room. After some water and some chat, we began to play.

The play started off as mostly oral, starting with kissing. We then progressed towards oral, sucking each other's dicks on couches or while standing or on the sling. Ass-eating also occurred; I loved eating out Brown_Spice's ass as he lay back in the sling, feeling his nipples and his abs and his nice dick as I dug deep into his hole with my tongue. The swapping of positions was fantastic.

I really enjoyed one position, me sitting first on top of FelchingPisser's face as he rimmed me with a rimseat. I then switched to sitting on his dick as he fucked me, rimming and kissing Brown_Spice in front of me.

The night of sex ended for me as I lay back in the sling, FelchingPisser's fucking of me balls deep and bringing me off to an orgasm with that wonderful stretching. The chat continued after we all finished, talking about sex and travel and neighbourhoods. Then, I got dressed and headed out into the night.

The whole night was a great success. There are things I would like to do—I would love to fuck, as top or bottom or both, with Brown_Spice, and I would love to take another load from FelchingPisser—but these are goals for the future. Being a pig has its benefits.

And a bonus pic of Franklin hard as fuck when I was rimming him.

Guest Writer: Assplay In a Cold Climate

Here is Jake's take on things...

Once again the stars aligned in Jake’s favor.  In making travel plans it worked out that I would be in the vicinity of FelchingPisser’s HQ on a Thursday afternoon late in November.  Was he free to host on that day?  “That should work.”  The day arrived, and I began my clean-out at home in the morning.  It took a bit longer that I had allowed for, so I made a late start, but not without texting FP to say I’d be arriving later than we’d agreed. 

This year’s winter weather arrived early in our state, and it was very cold, with snow on the ground, gray skies overhead, and the threat of more snow in the forecast.  But the roads were clear and dry, and pushing along at top speed, I pulled up at FP’s front steps in record time.  The door was opened by a gray-robbed monk or friar with his cowl pulled up and over his head.  In the shadow of the cowl I made out the features of my host, who welcomed me with open arms.

The robe and cowl were necessary because the heating system in the house was laboring without much success to warm the place.  Although there was a comforting sound of a furnace in operation, it was definitely chilly in the room as I stripped off my clothes.  I hurried through the motions of a touch-up on my cleanout and we trooped upstairs to the play room.  Inside the room a space heater was whirring along, and the climate was definitely more friendly to naked men.

We took time out for me to take a few pictures of FP posing in a new jock strap presented to him by his Canadian friends at “FUKD-TO,” sponsors of sex parties in Toronto. Evidently FP is an honored guest at those parties. IMHO this new jock will never look better than it does on FP, but it was a bit startling to see him wearing such a clean specimen of his favorite underwear. He put it away for safekeeping and donned a current favorite piss-yellow jock.

I climbed on the fuck bench, and FP adjusted my stance to his liking. Sometimes he is ready to fuck right away, but today he took time to rim my asshole, stoking his fire and mine. Actually I miss the rimming when FP is of a mind to forego it; I love having him eat my ass. The feel of his beard scouring the walls of my ass crack is one of life’s more subtle but rewarding pleasures.

We were both ready for a good fuck, and FP thrust in with just a bit of care so that I could feel every inch of his dick sliding into place. Perfect fit, golden moment!!  He picked up the pace and got me revved up and fucking back, and I began to space out in my head.  The big sex toys came out, and I lost track of what was happening; it all melted into one great long fuck.  When FP called a halt, I fell down on the bench panting, grunting, and only wanting lots more of the same.

But FP was ready to move on to the sling, and I somehow pulled myself together long enough to move from one station to the other. I lay back in the sling and asked FP to raise the stirrups; the feeling of hanging in air adds a lot to the hotness of being in the sling.  Gloved and lubed, FP thrust his fist into my sloppy asshole, meeting no resistance.  I laughed.  “That didn’t take long!”

“Well, not surprising, considering I was fisting you on the fuck bench.” I was a bit shocked. No wonder the fucking was so mind-blowing!  FP does his best work when you are willing to take whatever comes to his mind during a play session.  Long ago I learned to trust his judgment. He reads me well, and always seems to know what limit I want him to push.

Today’s limit was depth of penetration. FP has acquired a new dildo, maybe 18 inches long, tapering to a pointed head, and fitted with a handle for proper ramming. It is a bit like the horse or donkey dong dildos.  Naturally we had to give it a go, and soon FP was forging ahead and opening up new territory to explore inside my ass. A second insertion, and FP had the dildo firmly in place, from pointed head to the massive balls at the base. 

He also brought out a shorter, thicker “anatomically correct” dildo, which he put to good use as a weapon for prostrate action.  It’s taken a while, but prostrate stimulation has become a huge part of the fisting experience for me.  Maybe stimulation is the wrong word; I find myself begging for more and more violent assaults.  FP is always ready to rise to such a challenge.

At long last FP called another halt, and stood back. He let me recover slowly, putting my mind back together one piece at a time. I realized that we’d been going at it for more than an hour.  Had he been willing, I would (or at least felt that I could) have taken it for another hour. 

Until I threw myself out of the sling and my legs began to buckle under me!  FP spread a towel for me on the bed, and I dropped on to it, and rolled over to make room for him.  He donned his robe and cowl, and lay down beside me.  I threw a leg and an arm over him, and dropped off to sleep. 

What a way to fight off the cold and gray of a wintry day!  Sadly FP had other plans for his supper, so I had to clean up, dress up, and be on my way.  We’ve done much the same thing many times over many years, but it never gets old.  The basics are always substantial and satisfying; the variations add zest to the proceedings.  This time, a great experience of assplay in a cold climate!

Guest Writer: Fortune Smiles: October BB Gathering

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