"I've Found the Pigs!" (Part One)

 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 in 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…)