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

 Chicago—April, 2022

Here is Post One and Post Two and Post Three.

My only slightly weary tongue finds Combat Boots’ tight, hairy pucker.  He sighs as I dig in, calling me a “good fuckin’ whore.”  Almost instantly he has someone sucking his cock.  I can feel them astride my chest and hear them slurping away. 

“Why don’t you sit on it,” growls Combat Boots.  I feel the man get up and I hold my cock straight up for him to mount.  But it is Combat Boots’ dick that gets sat on.  I can feel the extra weight on the rimseat.  I can also hear the yelp from the bottom as he takes all of the cock.  I dig in—licking and spitting into the hairy ass cleft above me.  In moments—Combat Boots shudders and has a very vocal orgasm—shooting into whoever is on his dick.  I hold still as first the bottom and then Combat Boots stand up.  I can see that it is the same younger Asian man who had ridden me earlier.  Combat Boots is holding on to him by the shoulders.

“Here’s a treat for you,” he tells me.  “Eat my load out of him.”

He helps the young man sit.  There is jizz leaking all over his crack.  I lick him cleans and dig in.  I can hear Combat Boots getting his cock cleaned at the same time.  I get one big puddle of cum on my tongue and swallow it hungrily.  The guy is squirming above me.  The moment Combat Boots let go of his shoulders he bolts.  CB laughs and helps me up.  My legs feel oddly unsteady.  “Kiss me, fucker.”  He pulls me into a strong kiss, beard grinding against beard.  He finds some cum in my mouth and seems pleased. 

We break.  He swats my ass with “Out of here.  Happy hunting!” and is gone.

I go downstairs.  I need to eat.  I have three chocolate chip cookies to get some energy back—and it works.  Zane is at the bar.  I tell him what just happened.  “You need your ass licked,” he says, giving me his best evil smile.  He grabs my hand and takes me to the sling on the third floor.  It’s actually empty—everyone seems to be congregated around the bed up here.  I get in the sling.  Zane kneels and does everything to me that I have been doing to others.  Except he keeps standing up to lean over and kiss me so I can taste my ass on his tongue. 

Hour Four

When Zane has licked his fill, we change over.  I lick his hole for a moment and fuck it some more.  We seem to block out the sex noise happening at the other end of the room and just concentrate on each other.

A man stops by.  “I need to get out of here.  Can I drop a load?”

I step to the side.  The guy enters and efficiently fucks Zane.  In no time he has given us a load to play in.  I eat a little.  I snowball some of it.  I fuck in the rest.

I watch Zane’s face.  He gets out of the sling.

“What’s up?”

“I think I have had the dick my ass can take.”

“Really?”

“I’d love your load, but my hole is telling me to stop.”  He kisses me.  “I bet you can find someone who’d like it.”  I kiss him once more and let him go back to bar service and seeing the guests out the door.

I go downstairs.  Men are getting dressed and leaving.  I continue on down to the basement.  It’s a fucking breeding frenzy here.  All the bottoms who live for loads are on the bed, ass up.  Or the two slings.  And there are plenty of guys needing to get off and go home.

I find the nearest vacant ass:  a bear in his 30’s.  He has load dripping from him.  I lick it up—pushing some back into his hole.  I fuck—expecting to cum.  But the very thought of shooting makes the feeling recede.  I fuck him harder, but I can’t nut. 

Next to me is the blond in the leather—where I started four hours ago.  He is a little drunk—and pleading for loads.  When a man stops fucking him, I switch over to his ass.  Again, I fuck, fully expecting to shoot.  But no.

I move to a hairy man with a neon harness in the sling. He is great at squeezing my dick as I plow him.  But I can’t shoot.  So I stop trying and just fuck.  I fuck the cum out of Neon Harness who splatters himself all over his abs.  I lick in up and drool it on my dick.  I move to the bed, again.  I fuck any man who wants me.  Two are my age, the rest significantly younger. 

And then I find the one.  He’s on his back.  A remarkably hairy otter.  A man pulls out of him, breathless and spent.  I move in and churn the loads in the Otter’s ass until they froth.  I stop and eat some of that jizz cocktail out of him.  He does poppers as I felch.

“Are you going to give me yours, too?” he moans.

I stand up and shrug.  I don’t want to jinx it, but I think I could.  I slide into the slippery, cummy ass.  And yes.  I’m there.  I blast my load into him, before collapsing into his arms…