Chicago House Party: "Well, Hello, Pigs!"

 Chicago—August, 2023

 

Zane had reached out to me to tell me that, for the first time in a long time, there would be a house party at his big house in Chicago.  He assured me I could come in to town a little early, nap and be ready for an all-night orgy.  I didn’t even need to help with the set up this time as a crew of guys in the group had already gotten covers on the furniture, lube set out, etc. 

I was excited.  This was the house where all four floors were pressed into service as the group numbered around 90 men.  The basement had two slings hung from the rafters and a large bed between them.  There was also a big couch stuck in the corner.  The main floor was for food and drink and you could park your bag of clothes by the front door.  There was a massage table set up on this floor, too, which proved quite popular.  On the second floor, the master bedroom was open for use.  I did bring my rimseat (as Zane and I wanted some time switching out on it) and it was set up there.  There was also a smaller bedroom, the one I usually stayed in, set up for play, with the bed in the middle of the room.  On the third floor was a sling in a stand and another double bed.

I arrived in good time.  Zane was at the back gate to greet me.  He introduced me to another house guest, a cute man in his late 30’s who was a friend the roommates.  We set up the rimseat and I napped, all but naked for my jock, in the small bedroom.  I was woken by the exploring tongue of Zane in my damp armpit.  We got each other hard—and then he left to do last minute things.  I showered, dressed in my boots and the now stained jock belonging to one of my readers. 

Voices and doorbells…it’s time.  I go down the stairs to find a bottle of water…

 

I find my water and take a swig from the bottle.  About 20 men are here so far; all ages, all types, all drinking and laughing, stripped down to jocks or underwear and an occasional harness.  The food is out—but I want to fuck.  I go back upstairs to see who might follow.

They are already there.  On the bed I just left is a Chicago fist bud I met years ago.  He is white, tall and lean, maybe 15 years younger than me.  A shorter Latino has him on all fours and is fucking him.

“You’re here!” pants out my buddy as I free my dick from the jock.  I kneel on the bed and feed him my hardening cock.  The Latino grins and pounds into him harder.

“You should fuck him now,” says the Latino, pulling out and showing me his short but thick piece of meat.  I move around and go to my knees.  My tongue connects with the first of dozens of asses I will feast on tonight.  My bud is a great self luber—his hole is wet and sweet.  I hear him slobbering over the cock that was just inside him.  I stand up and push in.  Gently.  His hole flowers open to take me easily.  I like seeing the Latino’s eyes widen as he sees all my inches disappear into the ass he opened so well.

I fuck.  Slow and easy, building a little in pace. 

I suggest we change holes again.  We do.  My bud ravenously licks me clean as the Latino goes up him again.  “You should know,” whispers my friend, “that he’s not just a top—he has a sweet ass.”  I nod and shut him up by fucking his face.

We switch again.  This time I clean the Latino’s cock before he let’s my friend suck it.  We both fuck into him in our respective holes.  “Come fuck him again.  I want to eat your ass on the back stroke.”

He moves around.  He slips into my friend and I kneel behind him.  He fucks easy, so as not to dislocate my jaw.  He pauses slightly on each backstroke to grind against my mouth.  We are all getting just what we want.

“Please fuck me—right now.”

I stand up.  The Latino has stopped moving.  I push into his tighter hole, about a third of my length.  I stand stock still.  “Do the work,” I command.  He does—fucking into the ass in front of him and taking me all the way on the backstroke.  My bud groans.  The Latino groans.  I begin to pant.  My bud goes from on his knees to flat on the bed.  We all go with him, still connected.  But now I’m in charge of drilling.  The Latino lies motionless and let’s me pound into him—which drives his dick into the ass under him.

“Well, hello, Pigs!”

A young white man, no more than 28, has entered.  He has shaggy, longer hair and a big hard cock.  We move so that I can keep fucking the Latino, but my friend worms out for under us to suck the young man.  I fuck the Latino, now on all fours.  My friend goes from sucking the new guy’s dick to rolling onto his back and taking him up his ass.

We fuck our respective bottoms side by side, both tops checking each other out.

“Let’s switch,” he says.  We pull out.  He sees my full length for the first time.  “Damn…” he says as he enters the Latino.  I just nod as I fuck my friend in this new position.

Another man arrives.  Our partners shift again.  The Latino is sucking the new guy.  Long Hair turns to me.  “Do you think we can DP him?” 

My bud is more than game.  I lie on my back.  He sits on my raging hardon, facing me.  Long Hair pokes at my cock, I can feel his wet head on my exposed shaft.  He pushes—and joins me, filling the wet ass for just a moment, but my cock plops out as he begins to fuck.

We try once again, with me nearer the edge of the bed.  Long Hair can now stand between my legs.  Again, he pokes at the hole filled with my cock, now deeper inside my thin bud.  And he goes in.  We all hold our breath.  He’s in so much deeper.  I can feel his cock rub against the underside of my dick.

Then he begins to move.  Shallow fucking at first.

Holy fuck!  This is the first DP in forever that actually feels good to me.  I feel this fullness of ass and the rubbing I so often with my egg headed toy—and here it is with real cock.  I just hold still and groan.

Long Hair is picking up the pace.  He is groaning.  My bud is whimpering in my ear as he is hammered by Long Hair.

“Fuck!  I’m going to cum.”

Fuck, I can feel his jizz coat my cock.  He holds in place a long time.

In all my years, I have never had a man shoot during a DP.  I love it.  When Long Hair finally pulls out, he brings his cock up to my bud to clean.  He does—and then he snowballs some to me.  We swap the jizz for a moment before I let him swallow it. 

“Sit on my face.”

I love Long Hair’s expression, as my bud sits down on top of my mouth to feed me the rest of the load, drop by drop…

 

And we are only an hour into the party…lots more to come.

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The problem still exists on my computer.  I cannot go to anything with ‘blogspot.com’ in the address. Which is how I answer comments.   I am headed to the shop this afternoon.  I am thankful I can get to “the business side” of the blog.

UPDATE:  I should say that whatever the problem was, it got fixed 36 hours after it began.  It scared me--but so far, all is back to normal.