Orgy—Pigs at the Trough

Grand Rapids—February, 2018

I was really excited.  The group sex party held in Michigan’s second biggest city was returning in the middle of February.  I packed the sling and my leathers.  It was an easy drive.  I arrived early to get the sling up.  I met a fellow top at the door (who I only knew by his online profile.) He arrived with his sling, too.  Well, well.  His went downstairs.  Mine was set upstairs where the host had prepared his bed so it could be approached from all sides.  Another guest, a man who loves to rim as much as I do, had brought his new rimseat.

We strip.  There are six of us at first.  (The final count is 10 men, 9 here at any one time.  4 Total tops, 5 versatile {and I do mean vers!} and 1 bottom.)  We troop upstairs.  We are a diverse lot in build and age.  I am about the oldest.  The youngest, a constant cocksucker, is in his late 30’s.  Some men plop on the bed.  I fall to rimming one of those.  The cock sucker is working on the other sling top.  The rimmer gets a beautifully built man on the rim seat.  When I next look up more men have arrived.

We change partners to welcome the new men.  I watch as the Rimmer fucks the man I ate out.  I fuck the man he rimmed.  The guys 69ing have rolled around to play with new men—or hold onto the men getting fucked.  It becomes a pile of slippery flesh—men stroking, licking, jerking, sucking or fucking whoever is closest…

*****

A subbish man, who looks 10 years younger than his actual age, lies spread-eagled on the bed.  Six men have been up his perfect bubble butt.  But not me.  I’ve waited on purpose.  He’s had all those fucks and has taken one load.  It’s my turn.

I kneel behind him on the floor.  He knows me.  He instantly gets on all fours and grinds his wet hole in my face.  My tongue pokes into him.  The lips of his ass are puffy.  And wet with cum, spit and ass lube.  I stop touching myself as I rim and swallow some of the great mix of flavors. 

I stand up.  Even after all the fucking he’s taken, I go in slowly.  I inch in—sliding through his jizz coated walls.  He takes the entire time to adjust to my size.

“You fill me up so perfectly,” he mumbles into a pillow he’s clutching.  I bottom out.  My pubes grind into his perfectly hairless butt.  I hold waiting until he says a “Fuck me, Sir.”

I begin slowly, letting him feel every millimeter of my cock.  With the first stroke I have begun churning the load in him.  I work up to full speed—and now the cum is oozing out of his ass and running down his taint.  I full out abruptly and lick it up.

The sub groans.  And groans much loader as I slam my cock back into him.  I hear a “Fuck, yeah.” It’s the Top I met at the door watching and playing with his own nipples while a man is suckling on his cock—likely fresh out of some ass.  I show off a little—pulling almost all the way out of the hole and ramming the entire length back in with each stroke.  My pubes are covered in someone’s cum, now.  I grind them into his puffy hole.

I have to slow down or I won’t last.  I go to a slow fuck.  Slower yet.  And pull out.  One last oral clean up of his hole—and I slap his ass.  He grins at me as if I’d just handed him an award…

*****

I’m at my sling.  A big burly guy, who has topped all night, is now letting his power bottom side out.  The rimmer has rimmed and fucked him—a chain rattling fuck.  I am here now, eating the wet hole that he’s left behind.  No cum—but you’d never know it—the man is an incredible self luber.  I burrow in and slurp loudly.

“Give me your dick.”

I stand up.  No need for a prolonged entry here.  I push into him with ease.  He clamps down on me and lets me feel his muscle ass.  I batter at his second opening.  I thrust hard, grind and I’m through it.  He groans and calls me names.  The other sling top comes over.  He watches and strokes his cock. I offer him a turn.

He nods.  I step aside and the burly guy gets his third dick.  I kneel, right there, now at eye level of cock plowing that muscle butt.  “Let me taste it.”

The top loves this idea.  He pulls out and shoves it into my mouth for two strokes before shoving it back in the man’s ass.  “You like that, pig?”

I grunt my pleasure.

He pulls out and feeds me again.  This time he holds my head down on his cock.  I slurp noisily. He lets me go and I come off it breathless.  I don’t think he notices, he’s back to fucking the muscle butt.

He pulls out again.  This time he pushes my face into the freshly fucked hole.  My face and tongue elicit a groan from the muscle bottom, too.  I am sticking to him he is so wet with ass juice and precum.

I stand up and fuck for a bit.  I am hitting the burly guy’s prostate on every stroke.  His moans fill the house.  The sounds bring the Rimmer back to the sling.  He watches.  I slow the fuck—and let the Rimmer’s dripping cock back up the burly guy.

I move to the top.  I suck his juicy dick, still wet with all that ass juice.

He sucks mine, too, licking it clean.  He forces himself down on the last inch, making himself choke on my dick.  I fuck his face.  He gets up and kisses me, his mouth full of precum and ass lube.  We snowball it.  I’m the pig and finally swallow it.  I attack his fragrant pit.  My tongue mops up all those pheromones.

He does the same for me. 

We kiss again—mixing our two scents in our mouths.

The guys have left the sling.  “Can I rim you?”  I ask.

He jumps in.  I kneel and eat his ass—the first man to be there tonight.  He squirms and groans.  He holds my head in place as I piston fuck his hole with my tongue.

“I want to do you.”

We trade.  I take a hit of poppers.  So does he, long inhales at both nostrils and through his mouth.  He’s a good rimmer.  Every inch of my ass is treated to his tongue.  He stands up.  “I so want to fuck you.”  Instead his cock beats my balls.  Then it pokes at my hole.

“Bring it here,” I tell him, turning to the side and offering him my mouth.  He comes to the side of the sling and face fucks me.  When I can’t stay in that awkward angle any longer, I get out of the sling, but not before he spits in my mouth.  He attacks my pits again as I hang onto the sling frame. 

“FUCK!”  He’s coming.  I go to my knees.  I get the second or third blast from his dick across my face.  The next in my open mouth.  I move forward and swallow him down.  I take every drop he has left.  He pulls off me when he can’t stand it anymore.  I look down at the floor in front of me.  His puddle of cum is huge and looks incredibly creamy on the laminate floor.

I look him in the eye for a long moment.  I bend and lick up every drop of his cum off the floor.

I find a better receptacle for mine, later that night…

Tom of Finland?