Grand Rapids—June, 2025
It was the last Saturday
of June. After dinner, I packed the
rimseat into its travel bag and put it in the car. I was headed north for a night of good group
fucking. I have been playing with this
group for a long time now (since January of 2017). I love the vibe. I love that it is free of hard ‘party’ drugs. I love the mix of men—many I now consider
friends. No one can make it every time,
so you don’t always see the same guys. And
there are always new recruits. The common
denominator is that we love group sex—and we love it piggy.
I got there in excellent
time. I talked to the host for a moment
before I went upstairs to set up the rim seat.
Sex was already happening. A man
I didn’t know was being plowed, face down, on the bed by the thin, big dicked
friend of the host. I set up the seat, smiled
at the top (the bottom’s face was buried in a leather pillow) and went
downstairs to strip…
I talk to the host for a
moment as I stow my clothes into my gym bag.
He encourages me to go back up. He
tells me that the new (to me) bottom, has been here for some time and has taken
some fist as well as cock. I go upstairs
again, now in just my jock and boots.
The bottom is on all fours, sucking the cock that has just fucked him. He is near enough to the end of the bed that
I can just kneel on the floor and begin to lick his ravaged ass hole. He groans.
He has been busy tonight. His ass lips are engorged and full. I pay particular attention to them, suckling
each into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue. The Fist Guy groans around the dick in his
mouth. I begin tongue fucking him. Hard.
And Fast. He begins to pant. He pulls off the dick he’s been sucking: “Fuck
me!”
“It’s a great hole,” says
the top being cleaned up.
I stand up. My dick slides in easily. He gasps.
I slap his ass and he tightens down on my very hard cock. I speed up the fuck. Now Fist Guy is really panting. He holds onto the dick he’s been sucking, too
lost in the pleasure of his prostate being assaulted to remember to service
him. I slow down and pull out. I go to my knees and bury my face in his crack. I’ve guessed right; the guy is a natural
luber. His ass is awash with ass jizz. I am right where I want to be. I lick and spit and have to remind myself to
stand up and fuck him once more.
“Take him to the sling,”
says the Friend of the Host.
“You want me in their
deeper?” I ask.
The groan I get from him
is all the affirmative we need. We move
over to the room on the other side of the stairway. The sling is hung from the rafters with a
mirror above it. Fist Guy jumps in. He likes his feet on the chains so he can
keep changing the position of his legs.
I kneel and begin to lick him out once more.
Soon enough I am plowing
him deep and strong. I like watching his
face as he takes cock. He is very expressive. I ease up on the fuck. Now it’s slow. Very slow.
A shallow in and out. It drives
him crazy. “Give it to me. Slam that fucker home,” he groans. I tease his hole by slowing down even
more. He whimpers. I build to a hard fuck, rocking the
sling. He pants. I slow so he can take a hit of poppers. The moment the cap is on, I build to a fuck
that makes the chains creak in the I-bolts.
I slow it down. I pull out.
I bring my wet cock to his mouth.
He cranes around the side of the sling so he can taste himself on
me. He licks me clean. I go and do the same for his ass. I hear poppers open. As they close, I stand up and fuck him once
again.
The Black cub has
arrived, along with the blond young man I called Black Glasses. There is a third man, unknown to me. He’s likely in his 40’s and already sucking
on Black Cub, who sits in a chair in the other room. The blond young man comes to us. He takes his cock out and jerks to me eating
the ass he knows I just fucked. He leans
in and kisses the man in the sling. I
stand up and fuck Fist Guy. Black Glasses twists his nipples as FG moans.
“I should stretch,” Fist
Guy tells me as I slow down. The three
of us go into the other room. Fist Guy
sits on a bench that is at the end of where I have set up the rimseat. He wants Black Glasses in his mouth. He begins to suck him to full hardness. Which leaves Black Glasses’ bubble butt for
me. I kneel. I have to pull his full cheeks apart to get
my tongue on his hole. He groans at having
two mouths work on him. He reaches behind
himself and grabs my head, holding it in place.
I keep spitting into his hole; I want him ready for my cock.
Fist Guy pulls off Black
Glasses hard dick. “Fuck him!” He supports Black Glasses, having him use his
shoulders for support. This makes BG’s
ass jut out and my tongue can go deeper.
Fist Guy starts whispering obscenities into BG’s ear: all the things my cock is going to do to his
young ass.
I stand up. My cock is rampant. I slap it on Black Glasses’ ass. He moans.
Fist Guy kisses him, deep and long.
I can only imagine his tongue fucking the young man’s mouth as my dick
slides into his hole. He’s tight. But he knows how to relax to let me get
in. Fist Guy is now stroking BG’s back. I love their connection after meeting all of
ten minutes ago. My cock bottoms
out. I hold. And begin to fuck.
A new guy, a Latin man, very
good looking with dark hair in all the right places, has arrived. He comes over and watches us fuck. He strokes a hot seven incher. A pronounced foreskin covers his dickhead
with each stroke.
“Hot butt,” he says, pumping
faster.
“You want in?”
He nods. I fuck another couple of strokes. I pull
out. The Latin’s eyes light up when he
sees my size. But right now, he’s all
about fucking the youngest guy here. He
takes some coconut oil from the table next to us and lube’s his cock. He positions himself and pushes in. Black Glasses moans at the intrusion of another
dick. Fist Guy, still letting Black
Glasses use his shoulders for support, reaches down and spreads the ass cheeks of
the younger man for this second anal assault.
The Latin guy fucks
harder. I go to my knees and watch the
action at eye level. The Latin guy shows
off for me, fucking him at many speeds and occasionally pulling his dick all
the way out to show how wet and shiny it is.
The third time he does it, I take him in my mouth. He loves this—it doesn’t last long for I
quickly guide him back into the hot hole in front of him. But now he knows what I want. He fucks BG for a couple of dozen strokes,
then pushes his glistening dick into my mouth.
I clean him quickly and he fucks back into Black Glasses.
We move around. Black Glasses wants to see who has been
fucking him. He kneels to suck that
uncut prick right next to me. He passes
the cock to me with his mouth. I suck
the Latin as BG licks his balls. Then we
reverse. Fist Guy stands up, turns and
bends, showing off his older ass for the Latin.
In moments he has the new dick buried in him. BG and I kiss, sharing the juices of the man
we just shared. I turn him and eat his
freshly fucked hole.
A new man, at least 6’4”
comes in. He is likely late 30’s, wears
a ball cap, a harness and a brightly colored jock. His body has seen the gym, but not slavishly. He watches the three couples: Fist Guy taking the Latin, the unknown man still
sucking Black Cub and me with my tongue buried int the hot ass of Black Glasses.
The new guy touches his swelling
cock, kneading it with his hand. “Fuck,
I’ve found the pigs…”
(Lots more to cum. I will try to post the rest tomorrow at this
time…)
Fuck Yeah!!!! Everyone getting just what they want and need. Pigs Rule!!!
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