Hour by Hour 3--Fuck Party at Zane's

 Chicago—April, 2022

Here is Post One and PostTwo.

 

The seal of Zane’s ass cheeks is tight.  I can’t breathe—and I don’t want to, I just want the cum dripping out of his ass to never stop…

I lick his hole and swallow.  It’s not a huge load, but enough to make me want even more.  Zane moves and I gasp for air.  He moves around to kiss me—and taste the load—before he excuses himself to go check on the guests downstairs.

I go on a house tour.  Upstairs on the third floor, the sling is busy.  There is a dog pile of naked men on the bed where I took my nap.  I go down a flight.  There is no room on the bed in the guest room.  I fuck the one bottom who does not currently have a top.

Continuing my tour, a fisting couple has taken over the bed in the master bedroom.  Going down to the main floor, there is lots of oral taking place away from the food and drinks tables.  I continue down to the darker basement.   The place is packed.  The two slings are busy, as are the beds and the couch.  Again, I slide into a man on all fours who is between partners in the mass rutting taking place on the double bed.  He feels good, wet and very warm.  It’s kind of hot that he doesn’t even turn his head to see who is fucking him now…

Hour Three

I find myself back in the master bedroom.  The fisters have moved to one side to make room for two couples to play.  I move closer to see if they need another dick as a young blond boy stops me.

“Zane sent me to find the guy in chaps.”

“That’s me…”

“I have two loads in my ass.  Zane told me you’d like to eat them out.”

I don’t answer; I just lead him to the rimseat. 

“Zane gave me one of them,” Blond Boy tells me as I crawl under the seat.  He sits, tentatively.

“First time on a rimseat?  Just relax.”

I dig in.  The kid’s hairless ass is a fun change.  My tongue goes deep into him.

He groans—a mix of pleasure and surprise.  “No one has ever,” he stops and groans again, “eaten me out like that.”  My cock swells and I re-double my efforts.  Blond Boy is already beginning to drip the two loads into my mouth.  I clamp my lips around his slightly swollen ass lips and suck.  The sperm flow increases.  So much, I need to swallow quickly. 

I don’t get much more, but I keep trying.  I hear the poppers open and the kid is now flying.  I also feel someone straddling my chest who, from the sloppy wet sounds, must be feeding BB his dick.  A moment later I feel someone batting my hand away from my cock and sucking me.  I always love this moment—the anonymity of who is pleasuring my cock.

Whoever it is has pulled his mouth off me and is sitting down on my super wet dick.  When he has taken all of me, I feel the familiar hairy butt of Zane.  I think.  I can’t be sure.  I am concentrating on the furless butt above, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into Blond Boy.

The guy who is feeding Blond Boy moves away.  The guy on my dick, (is it Zane?  Now I don’t think so…) is riding me faster and faster.  Blond Boy groans again as another popper round hits.  I feel him leaning slightly forward—is he passing the bottle to the guy on my dick?

Both men are groaning as the poppers take them to new heights.  I keep eating—concentrating on the hole above me, and not letting the guy on my dick get my load.  At least not yet.

“We should switch.”  So it is Zane.  Blond Boy stands up, a little tentatively.  Light streams in making me blink.  The guys change over.  Zane sits.  His hole is wet and juicy and flavored with my precum.  I lick up into him repeatedly.  He groans just as Blond Boy impales himself.  Shit, that kid is tight—even after all my tongue work.  He sits all the way down.  Poppers happen and he is very vocal about my cock, how full he feels and how much he loves it…on and on.

A pair of combat boots is astride my chest and feeding a cock to Zane.  This makes Zane’s hole tighten.  I work harder to keep his freshly fucked hole loose.  He chokes on the cock in his mouth, which makes his hole spasm.  I get a dollop of cum/precum/ass jizz on my tongue as a result.  I swallow greedily and keep licking.

Blond Boy pulls off my cock.  Someone else sits down on me, letting his ass get used to me.  After a moment, the new guy starts riding.  The boots move to one side, and Zane signals he’s getting up.  He stands, bent over above me, supporting himself on the dresser behind us.  Boots is there—a big, rugged ex-army top—with who I’ve fucked next to and traded ass a number of times tonight.  He pushes his seven incher into Zane.  I watch as Zane takes it—repeatedly.

“Let him taste that,” says Combat Boots as he pulls out of Zane.  Zane sits—and I revel in his freshly fucked hole.  I can hear him orally clean up the dick that just fucked him.  “Take a hit,” says Combat Boots.  Zane complies—and his hole flowers open as the poppers hit.  I lick up his ass juices, while he squirms above me.

“I gotta get up.”  Zane stands, a little shakily.  He is supported by the burly Combat Boots.  I finally notice the hot Asian riding my cock.  I grin at him—and he gets up, too, to stretch his legs.  Zane reaches down to lift the seat for me.

“Don’t do that,” says Combat Boots.  “You lick top ass, too?”

Without waiting for a reply, this hulking, hairy man sits on the rimseat.  “Now eat me out, dude…”

My only slightly weary tongue finds his tight, hairy pucker…

(I should be able to wrap this up next time!)