Re-post: Mixing the Loads

I just wrote about the current house party I still attend.  Back before the host moved to Florida, there was a house party in Indiana that met every month during the summer.  This one was particularly hot. 

Re-post:  Mixing the Loads

Northwest Indiana—July, 2018

I had the next Friday night off as well.  Which was perfect—it was the date of the house party that I have enjoyed so often in the past.  I drove through blinding rain to get there.  Traffic lights were out…and you could barely see if other cars were now treating the intersection as a four way stop.  But I made it.  I parked—and suddenly wondered if I’d come on the wrong night.  The house was in total darkness…

I get a text as I sit in the car, waiting for the rain to let up a little.  It’s the Cub, the PrEPster who I fucked here last month.  He asks if I’m in Indiana.  I tell him yes…and about to go in.  The rain has lessened a little.  I run/walk the dark sidewalk to the front door.  The door is open. 

The first thing I see is the host lighting candles.  He has no power.  It’s gone out moments before.  Little tea candles are everywhere.  About a dozen men are sitting there fully dressed—deciding if they are going to stay and play.  What the fuck?  It’s not like this is something we do in full light.  I strip to my jock and put my boots back on.  I go downstairs to see if anyone else has the same idea.

It is strange not to have the porn projected on the wall.  There is just enough light to negotiate around the backs of the couches there.  It’s darker yet in the back room.  I really can’t see at all.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly all over me.  Cock, balls, ass.  A mouth on my right nip.  My cock is instantly hard.  The jock pouch is pulled away by whoever is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  The man to my side tries to worm a finger into my ass.  I knock that away and he kneels, deciding to eat my ass instead.  I am now sandwiched between two mouths hell bent on giving me pleasure.  I lean slightly, to give the rimmer an easier time.  I am pretty sure the man on my dick has taken out an upper plate—it’s a heavenly blowjob.

I grab his ears and begin to slowly fuck his face, grinding my ass against the tongue behind me on the backstroke.  I love the idea I haven’t a clue with who I’m playing—it just feels good.

At that moment, a guest arrives with a candle—afraid of the dark.  The men stop instantly the moment there is light in the room.  They scramble away.  I tell the new arrival “Thanks.”  He seems incapable of hearing the sarcasm in my voice…

*

I go upstairs.  There is more light in the back bedroom.  Men stand around watching two hot young men trading blowjobs on the bed.  I drop to my knees in front of a hairy Daddy.  His seven incher is dripping pre-cum.  I swallow it down.  No sense in making a mess on the floor.  He grabs my head instantly.  He’s one of those who has to be in charge.  Fine.  I let him fuck my face.  His boyfriend moves around him and stick a finger up his partner’s ass. 

I get the load without any further work.

*

The Cub arrives.  He gives me a kiss and pulls me downstairs.  His reputation is known to more than me.  The guy I dubbed Harley, for it always looks like he parked his bike outside follows us, stroking his cock.  A versatile in his 30’s, with a beautiful tat on his torso and side also follows us down.  The four of us go to the back bed.  The Cub kneels and sucks each of us in rotation.  He starts with Harley, the smallest of the dicks.  He gets him dripping really fast—enough that Harley tells him to stop.  The Cub moves around to the Tatted Guy.  It’s a nice 7 incher.  The guy loves the attention.

The Cub pulls off him and sucks me.  Tatted Guy leans down and begins feeling up the Cub’s ass as I get sucked.  In moments, TG pulls the Cub off of me and commands him to get on the bed, doggy.  He spits on the ebony pucker and pushes his cock into him. 

“Fuck!” the Cub grunts.  “Fuck me with that raw cock.”

I kneel and give Harley some head as we are waiting.  He stops me, too.  But he keeps on stroking as he watches the shadowy fuck in front of his eyes.

“Next.”  Tatted Guy pulls out of him and moves to the side.  I clean his dick as Harley begins fucking the Cub at a much faster pace.  He pulls out of the tight pucker moments later, determined to last.

I go in.  Fuck.  They have opened his hole perfectly.  I fuck.  Long strokes.  Showing off my big dick to Tatted Guy, who has never seen it before, with each thrust.  I stop finally and let Tatted Guy back up the Cub.

He fucks him for a bit.  Then:  “I can’t cum this way.  Suck me off.”  This last part is to me.  He pulls out of the Cub’s ass and shoves his hard dick into my mouth.  Harley rams home in the Cub.  I don’t have to do much to TG—just run my tongue over his over swollen cock head.  He blows into my mouth with a cry.  I don’t swallow.

Harley convulses.  He’s shooting…but it’s manually, all over the Cub’s ass.  He moves out of my way, telling me to lick up his load.  There is just enough light to see the white cum on the black skin.  I begin reverse felching Tatted Guy’s load into the Cub—who knows just what I’m doing.  “He’s filling me with your cum,” he mumbles to Tatted Guy—who suddenly begins jerking his spent dick as he watches the scene in front of him.  Once my mouth is empty, I swab up Harley’s load.  I work that into him, too.

“Fuck me with all that cum!”

I stand up.  I literally glide into him.  I bottom out in a single stroke.  My pubes become a mass of mixed semen as my cock forces it out of him.  I churn the cum.  Over and over.  Harley takes a finger, swipes some of the mixed loads onto it and moves around to feed it to the Cub.  He sucks that finger like it was a dick.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste the mixed loads myself.

FUCK.

I stand up, push in and shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz blast into him.  A week’s worth of my own cum mixing with the other two loads…

*

It was the shortest time I’ve ever spent there—but also one of the hottest.  

Mixing the Loads was originally published on August 28, 2018.

Group Sex: Two Tongues Share a Wet Ass

 Grand Rapids—June, 2024

 

The end of the second full week of June brought the house party I so often attend.  I packed the rimseat and drove north. 

When I arrived, I found the diminutive host, and his long-dicked friend, completing the set up.  Soon we were joined by the smooth former athlete who is such a great fuck, an attractive salt and pepper haired bottom, a furry bearish top and the versatile Hot Tats who has appeared many times in these pages.

We chatted.  I knew them all from our many sessions there.  But soon Salt & Pepper and Furry Top disappeared up the stairs.  In moments we heard the sling rattle and the sounds of wet fucking.  I went up the stairs myself, followed by Hot Tats…

 

I look at the two fucking in the sling.  I smile and turn in the other direction to the room with the bed.  Hot Tats goes to his knees and works my swelling cock out of my well-used jock pouch.  He gets my full shaft and head wet.

“Get on all fours—I want to taste your ass.”

He scrambles up onto the leather spread covering the double bed.  I kneel and my tongue digs into the crack between his full butt cheeks.  He moans.  The guys in the sling come join us on the bed.  Salt & Pepper is also on all fours, still taking that thick Furry Top cock.  I stand up and sink my dick into Hot Tats butt.  I fuck him, slowly, with deep long strokes.  He groans and tells me to fuck him harder.

I pick up speed.  The other guys on the bed are fucking furiously.  The former athlete arrives in the doorway and watches, kneading his cock covered by a designer jock.  I pull out and Hot Tats spins around to clean my cock.  At that moment Furry Top explodes deep inside Salt & Pepper.  We are not even 15 minutes into the evening.  But I know good felching when I see it.  I let Salt and Pepper clean Furry Top’s cock before I dive in to taste his load.  Fuck, there’s a lot of it.  I get lost in eating ass and licking out cum.

“Fuck some of the cum deeper…” moans Salt & Pepper.  I stand up.  I notice, that while my face was buried in his dripping ass crack, Furry Top had given Salt & Pepper a hash mark on his ass cheek with a black Sharpie.  My cock slaps it—then pushes into his wet ass.  Across from us, Hot Tats has flipped roles and is fucking Former Athlete’s well-developed ass.  The two bottoms reach out to each other, grab hands and hold on as we fuck…

*

We change asses.  Hot Tats plunders Salt & Pepper and I lick and then fuck Former Athlete.  We are joined by the other long dicked top from downstairs.  The three tops take turns on both bottoms, by circling the bed.  Who ever doesn’t have an ass feeds his ass juiced covered cock to one or the other men on all fours.

Eventually, I take Salt & Pepper to the sling.  He loves getting off his knees—and the fact that here I go deeper yet into his greedy wet hole with both my tongue and cock.

The fact that there are fewer people here, means that we spend longer with each fuck.  I can’t get enough of his wet, cum-tasty ass.  I lick his hole.  I fuck it.  I give him my cock to clean of stray jizz sticking to it.

Two new men arrive.  I don’t know either.  Everyone before was likely 50+ in age.  The new arrivals are younger.  A tallish man, in a red jock and a red harness is likely early 40’s.  The other new guy is younger yet, likely late 30’s and is a broad chested, thick set man.  They waste no time jumping in.  The younger goes into the bedroom and takes over topping Former Athlete.  Red Harness joins me.  I am fucking Salt & Pepper as Red Harness takes out a nice sized cock and feeds it to him.

“Tell me if you want his hole.”

He nods—but the sentence (and Salt & Pepper’s tongue) gets him harder.  In a couple of minutes, he nods and we change places.  He slides in.  “Were you loaded?” he asks.  Salt & Peper grunts an affirmative around my cock in his mouth.  I pull out and watch the guy fuck.  He has a hot ass, framed by the red straps of his jock.  I kneel behind him.  My tongue pokes at him on the back stroke.  Soon he slows his fucking and leans into Salt & Pepper.  I find his hole which has ass lips that have seen a lot of stretch over the years.  So the red jock is not just a fashion statement… 

I eat his hole as he does shallow strokes.  I stand up.  He resumes fucking.  I grease up and my cock goes into him on the back stroke.  He groans out his pleasure.  I stand still.  He fucks into Salt & Pepper than impales himself on the back stroke.  Over and over. Until I pull out and eat the hole I just fucked, savoring his swollen ass lips…

*

The youngest man has topped.  And he’s now getting fucked on the bed by Furry Top who seems to have a second load about to explode in him.  He does just that, in about five minutes time.  I go back to eating out Red Harness who is now in the sling.  As the howls of orgasm happen in the other room, I stand up and fuck Red Harness.  He groans and beats his half hard cock.

The young guy, freshly loaded, comes in to watch my fucking.  I ask if he wants a turn.  He does.  He fucks Red Harness hard and fast, making him gasp.  I stroke and watch.

The young guy pulls out.  “They said you like to felch.  You want to lick me out?”

Red Harness says he should get in the sling for that.  They exchange places.  I eat out my second cummy hole of the night as Red Harness bends over him and kisses him the entire time I am savoring a second load Furry Top’s cum.

“You need to experience his dick,” Red Harness tells him.

The young man agrees.  I stand up and fuck him.

Red Harness comes around and strokes my ass as I fuck.  He cleans my cock of stray jizz when I pull out.  Then he takes a turn up the young man.  I clean his cock when he’s done.

“I want to fuck you some more,” the young man tells Red Harness.  They change places again.

He kneels and begins rimming Red Harness.  I join him on my knees.  He loves sharing the ass crack in front of us.  He licks him.  I lick him.  We kiss, tasting the ass juices from both our tongues.  We can’t stop.  Red Harness has broken out the poppers and he is moaning at the dual tongue assault of his hole. The young man appreciates the swollen ass lips as much as I do.  He suckles them tenderly, then guides my head in to do the same.  Again, we kiss, making both our cocks drool.

Finally, he stands up and fucks.  I stay on my knees.  He does just what I want—a few strokes in the wet ass and a few strokes into my mouth.  Back and forth.  And yet again.

He pulls out and kneels.  We kiss.  We rim.  I stand up and fuck.  I do the same ‘fuck ass, fuck mouth’ thing for him.  He moans deliciously each time I pull out of the wet butt and fuck my dripping cock into his mouth.

“There’s a rim seat in there,” he says.

I tell him it’s mine.  The three of us go to it, where it is set up by the bed.  I get under it.  Red Harness sits.  The young man starts by sucking my dick, but soon he stands and straddles me, fucking his cock into Red Harness’ face.  But someone is on my cock again—first with mouth and now sitting on it.  Whoever it is, rides it with purpose, pounding himself down on me.

When Red Harness finally stands, I see it is Salt & Pepper on my cock, trying so hard for another load.  He gets off me and kneels on the bed.  I fuck him there as the young man fucks Red Harness in the same position, side by side.

“Switch!” I command.

I go up Red Harness.  The young man into his mouth.  Longdick fucks Salt & Pepper.  He shoots in S&P, collapsing on his back.  It is just too much for me.  I fire off a hot load of jizz into Red Harness.  The young man pulls out of his mouth and comes over.  He cleans me up, gingerly, and his hungry mouth dives into Red Harness’ dripping hole…

Return to the House Party: Cum Everywhere (Conclusion)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off…)

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

I grunt an affirmative.  I pull out of the anonymous guy.  My hand goes to the back of Zane’s head.  I guide his face into the wet butt of the man I’ve just been fucking.  He eats the hole, hungrily.  It also makes him bend—presenting his hairy ass to me.  I kneel and slurp at his hole.  I am rewarded with a tiny drop of someone’s cum.  I attack his hole with a hard tongue, thrusting it deep.  A get a few more drips.

I want more.  I stand up and fuck him.  This pushes his face into the anonymous butt with each stroke.  Zane groans.  The other man groans.  I grunt, pull out and am treated to a flow of semen out of Zane’s butt.  I kneel quickly, to catch it all on my tongue…

*

I stay in the basement.  I am treated to ass of every age and every color. 

There is a man, in great shape, but older than I, in the sling.  He closes his eyes in and revels in my thrusts.

There is young Latino with a generous, hooded cock lying on his back on the bed.  He is holding hands with another bottom as they both get fucked.  I love watching his dick move with my pumping.  I am making it drool.  I mop it up and smear his precum on my dick as I fuck.

There is the hot, hung Black man I’d fucked earlier.  This time he’s on his back, so I can watch his handsome face as takes my long dicking.

There is a young Italian looking man, with an incredible mane of black hair.  He is on all fours.  He has just arrived, very late to the party, but has already taken four men up his ass.  I am the fifth.  He groans and tells me to fuck him hard—he’s about to cum.  I do what he asks.  I slam into his hairy ass cheeks.  He groans and fires off an enormous load on the black sheets of the bed.  I wipe it up and smear it all over my cock.

Next to us. the short FTM guy is ass up on the bed, taking his partner’s cock.  I move over to them, my cock glistening with the just shot load on it.  The partner pulls out, I ask if I can fuck him again.

“Do me first.  I’ve only seen you fuck,” says the partner.  He kneels.  I eat his ass for just a moment. 

I stand up and tell him I have the Italian’s load smeared all over my cock.

“Fuck him with it,” chimes in the FTM.

“Yes, give me your dick.”

I enter him for the first time ever.  The extra cum makes me slide in easily.  The guy takes my dick like a champ.  His tiny partner watches in awe.  Soon he kneels next to him.  His ass up, mirroring his partner.  They kiss.  I take the opportunity to pull out and fuck the front hole of the FTM.  Both of them groan.  I fuck just a few strokes and then go back to his partner.

“Give it to us both…”

I do. 

Back and forth. 

Repeatedly. 

One arm each is wrapped around the other as they share my dick and the Italian’s cum.  I only stop when they both pant that they can’t take any more.  I pull out.  Both stand and kiss me, thanking me, before they begin to make out with each other…

*

I find Zane at the sling.  He is eating the ass of a top daddy I’ve seen working the room all night.

“You know I love top ass,” he grins.

I nod.

“Oh, I shot my load in ____.”  He names a man we both know, though I have not seen him here tonight with the full house. 

I smile.  I know he can still take dick after cumming.

He goes back to work on the top’s butt and I look around the basement.  It is not quite so crowded now.  Men are getting off and going upstairs for food.  The handsome and hung Black man I have fucked at least twice makes eye contact with me. 

I nod.

He nods and gets in the other sling on the far side of the room.  I go over.

“Give me some more of that great dick.”

I don’t answer, I just kneel between his raised legs and eat his hole once again.  I can taste cum.  He’s been busy, helping all those hungry boys get up to the buffet table.  I keep the jizz on my tongue so I can poke it back into him.  Though some I drool down onto my dick.

I stand up and fuck my glistening dick into him.  He grunts.  He grabs his huge, PA-ed cock and jerks it to my fucking.  I am fucking him harder now.  My hips seem to have a mind of their own.

I slow down for a moment as he takes a hit of poppers.  He hands me the open bottle.  I take a hit without thinking about it.  I hand it back to him.  He caps the bottle as the fumes hit me.  Fuck!  I begin pummeling his ass.  I am sure I am going to blow my load.  I can’t stop thrusting.

In an effort to keep it for Zane, I pull out and lick his hole.  Damn, this makes my balls tighten up even more.  Cum is oozing out of him.  I lick it up and swallow.  I stand up.  I am driven to fuck.  I slide in and almost instantly I am shooting my load.  Replenishing the jizz I have eaten out of him.

I shake and hold onto the chains.  He reaches for me and I let go, collapsing on his muscled torso.  He holds me tight and whispers into my ear that he is so glad to finally get my cum…

Return to the House Party: Using All Those Asses (Part Two)

 Chicago—November, 2023

(This picks up right where we left off with Part One…)

 

Zane stands up from the rimseat, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.

I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.

“Now eat my hole!”

My senses are feeling overloaded.  Zane is fucking himself hard, making my cock grow thicker as even more blood rushes to it.  My tongue can’t get enough of this ruined hole on my face.  This guy, whoever he is, gets fucked a lot.  My tongue can’t stop exploring him.

“You want some cum?”

The hole spasms around my tongue as he pushes.  I am rewarded with cum dripping into my mouth.

“Are you feeding him a load?” I hear Zane ask him as he pauses in his pumping of my cock.

Suddenly the guy gets up off my face.  At the same moment, Zane stands up, too.  The men switch.  Zane sits on the seat.  I see the other guy, an older, white leather guy with biker-type tats settles onto my cock. 

Then I see nothing but Zane’s hairy ass.  “Push some of the cum in your mouth up my ass.” 

Honestly, I have swallowed it all, but I am happy to lick deeply, tasting how my cock has gotten his ass juicing.  The leather guy on my dick is bouncing as if he were Zane’s age.  Suddenly, he pulls off and, just as suddenly, I feel a mouth on my cock.  It has to be the same guy—likely slurping up more of the load that was in his ass and is now coating my cock.

Zane stands up.  “Let’s go upstairs.  The three of us.”

We go up a floor.  The sling is empty, though the bed, at the other end of this small room, has three couples on it, rutting in various positions.   Zane gets in the sling first.  I eat his hole and fuck him, while the rugged leather guy has his sizable dick in Zane’s mouth. 

Then the two of us switch.  Leather Guy fucks Zane and I get my cock cleaned.  I watch the thick dick filling Zane’s hole.  I move down and kneel to get a better view.  Leather Guy pulls out and fucks my mouth a couple of strokes before continuing to plow Zane.  I am just about to get up, when he pulls out and does it again.

This time I stand and go to Zane.  I lean and kiss him, spitballing the juices that are in my mouth, of me, Leather Guy’s dick and his own ass.  Zane gurgles happily and pants.

Leather Guy is up next in the sling.  I fuck him first with Zane feeding him.  We switch.  Then Zane and I kneel together and take turns licking the hole we both just fucked.  We end up kissing each other a lot in between…

“Now it’s your turn.”

I get in the sling.  Zane eats my hole as I suck on Leather Guy’s dick.  Zane passes me his poppers.  I take a hit.  His tongue now feels incredibly deep in my hole.  Leather Guy moves down to replace Zane.  He eats me out roughly.  Really roughly.  He stands.  His dick bounces on my exposed balls.  It’s all too obvious he wants to fuck me. 

But he doesn’t—he moves off to the bed.  Zane pulls out of my mouth and rims me once more, soothing my hole from the previous oral assault…

*

My face is buried once again in the ass of the guy who started the evening in neon green underwear.  We are fucking on the huge bed in the basement.  I have watched him a number of times throughout the night.  He is truly versatile—and has fucked as many men as have fucked him.  Now his ass is mine for the next ten minutes.  I lick and fuck and lick again.

When we break, he points to a well-built Black guy on the other side of the bed.  He is taking a terrific pounding by one of the hosts.  “Have you fucked him yet?” he asks.

“Not tonight, but I did in August.”

“He has the biggest cock here.”

“I remember.”

“He gets pounded all night and fucks some lucky guy just as the party is ending and he finally wants to get off.”

I smile and nod.  I watch the host pull out.  The bottom spins and cleans his cock.

“Go fuck him,” says neon shorts.  “As the guy with the next biggest cock, you two deserve each other.”

I slap him playfully on his butt.  But I go over.  This guy is gym built.  His butt is hard and hairy.  He looks over his shoulder and grins at me.  He remembers me, too.  I kneel and stick my tongue in his ass.  I lick.

Now I fuck him.  Hard and long.

“Let me roll over.”

I pull out and he rolls onto his back.  There is that massive cock.  At least an inch bigger than me—and pierced at the tip.  It’s drooling precum.  I lick it up—and shove my tongue in his hole.  He groans and calls me a “Dirty fucker.”

I fuck him again, looking into his handsome face.

I can sense men watching me.  And waiting their turn.

I pull out.

But we reconnect throughout the night…

*

I see another pair of men I had played with in August.  It is the slim and tiny-boned FTM and his cis-gendered partner.  A tall man is eating out the front hole of the smaller man while he is cradled in the arms of his partner.  I watch and stroke a little.  The partner sees me and grins.  When the tall guy gets up, I move in.

“You’re here!”  They are genuinely excited to see me again.

We move to the sling.  I help the smaller guy in.  His partner stands at his head, holding him as I kneel to eat his front hole.  I find his T-cock.  First with my tongue, then my hand as my tongue explores his wet hole.  Between my hand and my tongue, I give him an orgasm before I stand up to fuck.

I slide in.  He’s super wet.  I love looking at his face as he takes all of me.  Even the partner’s eyes get big as I glide into him.  I feel like I am filling him completely.  The look on his face tells me I am giving him just what he wants.

“Fuck him hard,” the partner croaks out.

I do, making the chains rattle.  Other men stop by to watch.  One of them gives the small guy a dick to suck as I fuck.  But the movement of the sling is too much—and I’m not slowing my thrusting so he can have two at once. 

I fuck.  I go to my knees and lick up all the juices.  I stand up, lean across him and dribble them from my mouth to his eager one.  I think his partner could shoot just watching us do this.

I fuck him once more.  This time I tell his partner to eat his front hole so he can taste me…

*

I am deep in anonymous ass.  This guy has been butt up, head buried under a pillow, for the whole party.  Men have fucked him all night.  It’s my turn.  His hole is wet.  He has good skills in milking cock.  But I do miss seeing his face respond to my fuck.

Zane taps me on the shoulder.

“I just got loaded.  You want it…???”

 

(Happy Thanksgiving for readers in the USA and part three will be here on Friday.)

Return to the House Party: Beds, Slings and a Rimseat (Part One)

 Chicago—November, 2023

 

Once again, I was lucky enough to be invited by Zane, the young Scent Pig, to the big house party in Chicago.  (It always pays to fuck the host!)  The last one had been in August and was one of the very best group sex scenes of my life.  (After all, it took three full posts to chronicle it. I, II, III.)  I was excited.  I wanted to see Zane—and I knew I could get rid of the load that I didn’t get to shoot earlier in the week.

I arrived in the late afternoon.  I usually help with the last minute set up, but that task had been done earlier in the day by other attendees.  I had brought the rimseat, as it was the one piece of sex equipment the hosts didn’t have in their four floors of beds and slings and massage tables.  Zane and I got that set up and I took a nap, to be ready for the evening…

 

I actually sleep.  I feel weight on the bed—and now on me.  Zane is naked and crawling on top of me.  I am just in my jock.  He has pulled back the cover and his hairy body is grinding against me.  I am fully awake now.   My cock strains against the pouch of the new, clean-ish, jock.  But Zane doesn’t want my cock.  Not now.  He pulls my left arm above my head and begins huffing my pit.  I use antiperspirant when I am working with others, but I have had a full week since the end of that job.  He licks and moans and brings the taste of my slightly ripe pit to my mouth.  We kiss, tongues active and deep in each other.  He breaks it only to bury his face in the other pit.

We kiss again.  He slides down and to the floor, kneeling by the bed.  Instinctively I spread my legs.  I know what he wants.  He moves in and just breathes the scent of my balls, now 12 hours from the morning shower.  They have had 10 hours encased in my tight 501’s.  He groans.  He does a few tentative licks and comes up to kiss me again.

“This is your wake-up call,” he whispers.  “I’m going to go clean up.”

I get ready, adding boots and my wrist cuff.  I’ve brought my chaps in case the house feels cool, but I opt to go without them.  I do add my harness.  I have packed a lunch for dinner—so I have the energy to fuck.   Zane leaves the shower and gets a little more dressed than I, as he has to be on call to welcome the men and serve drinks.  I brush my teeth as the door bell rings with the first attendees.

I walk down and find a bottle of water.  Men, fully dressed, are milling around and talking loudly as they sip a cocktail or their bottle of beer.  I walk around a little, feeling too undressed, too soon.  I go back up the stairs and wait.  There are bound to be men who skip the social side and want to fuck.  I just need to wait a moment.

Two naked pigs arrive to fuck on the king size bed.  One is the man who took the DP so early in the party last time.  He is so wrapped up in the man he is about to stick his long, thin cock into, he doesn’t even notice me.  He pushes the young bottom face down and dives into licking his ass.  The are so into each other, I don’t add in.  Instead, I go down two flights to the basement.

This is what I need.  Eight men, naked but for jocks or a harness or both are fucking on the large bed in the middle of the room.  One of the two slings is busy, too.  Other men are on the huge couch in the corner, some making out and some sucking cock.  The age range here is from 28 to 78.  I feel young looking at one of the daddy tops ramming his large cock into a hot 30-something.

I walk to the bed.  One man, white and 40-ish, is being drilled by a stud around his age.  He motions me over and takes my hardening cock into his mouth.  This makes his top fuck him harder.  He drives the man forward—making him swallow more of my dick.

“You want a turn?” asks the Top.

I nod.  He pulls out and the bottom spins around.  I sink to my knees and rim his wet hole.  The Top is now being treated to a clean up by the bottom.  I stand up and have my first of countless fucks that night.  I plow him hard, making him bounce farther down on the cock in his mouth, just as the Top had done for me.

The couple next to me disengage.  The bottom stays on the bed, watching my cock pummel the man.  He squirms under the bottom and begins licking the underside of my cock as I fuck.  Occasionally, I pull out and give him the opportunity to clean me thoroughly before I continue the fuck.

Soon it’s the licker’s turn to get fucked.  He does so as he sucks a Black bear.  I fuck, my hips slapping his full ass—and soon suggest he turn around for the other man.  He does.  He cleans me and also sucks on the dick of a new arrival.

I work my way around the bed.  Fucking four different asses—all welcoming and wanting more later.  It’s a dog pile of naked men—all races, all ages.  I stop and step away, finding my water bottle and taking a deep draw on it.

I am standing between the bed and the empty sling.  A very handsome white guy, maybe 35 is sucking the dick of a bearded daddy, just younger than myself.  The daddy touches my arm and tugs me towards them.  My wet dick is presented to the man on his knees.

“Suck that big dick,” says the daddy.

The young man is more than happy to—and he’s good.  He holds the dick heads of the two of us together and goes back and forth, mouthing the sides of our cocks.  Now me, now the Daddy.  We turn slightly so he can try to take both of us into his mouth at the same time.

The Daddy moves off after a bit.  I am left with the handsome guy.  He stands up.  He is as tall as I am and just as lean.  His hard seven incher is sticking out of neon green underwear.  I go down to my knees and suck his thinner cock to the base.  He moans.  I give him head for a few minutes.  My hands are on his slim ass, still covered by the underwear.  I work it down so I can knead his bare ass cheeks.  He moans again, liking that his underwear is now around his ankles.  I turn him, my hands on his hips, so I can taste his ass.  Now he groans.  He leans against a beam supporting the floor above and grinds his ass into my tongue and beard.  I can’t get enough of his hot ass on my face.

He straightens, turns and pulls me up into a kiss.  As we finally break it, he murmurs “I was going to top for the first half of the night, but I want his dick.”

My finger finds his saliva-soaked pucker.  I work just the tip into him.

“Be really slow with that thing.”  He turns and braces himself against the post.

“Would you relax more in the sling?”

He would and does.  He gets in expertly, slipping his ankles into the stirrups before I can help.  I kneel again and rim him one more time.  His cheeks are hairless.  There is just a slight dusting of blond hair in his crack.  It only becomes visible when I soak it.  I stand up and work my cock head into him.  He huffs poppers and I sink into him easily.  I stay still and lock eyes with him.  He holds my gaze.  As the poppers hit, he nods and I begin a slow fuck. 

He smiles, his eyes focused on who knows what above us.  “Pound me.” 

I fuck him hard.  Hard enough to make the chains rattle.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me suck it,” he groans.  I give him my cock to clean.  I move back between his legs.  I rim his now dripping hole.  He was either loaded before he came to the party or he’s a great self luber.  I feast on his hole.

Zane arrives, now naked but for a jock.  I let him take a turn rimming the guy, too.  We kneel side by side and feast on this guy’s juices, occasionally kissing each other.  I go back and fuck him.  Zane moves around and feeds the guy in the sling his dick as I do it. 

I pull out once more and rim the Neon Underwear.   Zane crawls under the sling so he can lick my cock.  This time when I stand up to fuck, Zane moves behind me.  I can feel his breath on my ass.  I fuck slowly, so he can lick at my ass crack.  He stops as he feels me pick up the tempo of the fuck.

The guy in the sling has been jerking his cock.  He stops now and asks for a break.  “Or I’ll shoot way too soon,” he grins.  I help him out.

Zane grabs my arm.  “Let’s go use the rimseat.”

We go up two flights.  There is a dogpile of fucking men on the big bed.  We ignore them. 

“Who goes under first?” he asks.

“I will.”  And I do.  I lie down.  Zane shuts the seat and sits his very furry butt on my face.  It’s an amazing contrast after the smooth one.  I eat happily, licking the man I know I will soon be fucking. 

Zane stands up, moves down and sits on my cock as I lie there.

I close my eyes for a moment as he slides down on me.  I open them again just as a thick, hairy ass, sits on the seat and blacks out my vision.

“Now eat my hole!”

(Lots more to come!)

Chicago House Party 3: "Eat That Load Out of Him!"

 Chicago—August, 2023

 

(This picks up right after Zane’s cum shot at the end of the last section.)

 

I encourage the cubby guy to go ahead and sit on the rimseat.  He tells me has never been on one.  He sits—and I convince him very fast that he’s waited too long to try one.  He gets so turned on, he gets up and rides my dick.  I hope for someone else on my face as he does it—but it doesn’t happen.  When his legs start to tire, I thank him and go back to the basement.

I fuck a few asses.

Next to me, fucking an ass right next to the ass I’m fucking, is a stunning Italian in his very late 30’s.  His black hairy is thick and curly.  His facial features are sharp and striking, like some great sculptor had carved them out of marble.  We smile at each other as we fuck.

We pull out of our bottoms at the same time.  He surprises me by bending and cleaning my cock.  I do the same for him.  He pulls me into a dark corner by the back sling.  We kiss, sharing the juices we just licked up off the other’s cock.   Our bodies are mashed together; our cocks are drooling, leaving wet patches on both of us.  I bend to lick them up.  This leads to more kissing—and then cock sucking.  First me doing him (a hot uncut, almost 8 incher) before he does the same to me.  He stands back up and whispers “I so want you to fuck me…”

I nod, but he continues, “I came here right from work—I’m showered, but not prepared.”

“Then let me just rim you…”

He leans against the wall, jutting his ass out towards me.  The mounds of his ass are hard and not as hairy as the rest of him.  But the valley between them is—and I get lost in a black-haired jungle.  I eventually find his hole and burrow in.   He groans and thrusts back on my tongue.  I lick and spit—letting all that hair now cling to his skin.

We move to the sling so I can do more.  I am there a long time.  A guy comes by and works the Italian’s nipples with his mouth, but gets bored quickly when I don’t stand up to fuck.  I do stand, reluctantly, eventually.  My cock grazes his hole.  He groans and reaches down to heft it in his hands.

“Next time,” he says as he sits up in the sling.  He slips to the ground and we kiss once more before going to find other men to fuck…

*

There are so many men in the house, that it feels like a brand-new group down here in the basement three hours into play.  There are now many more men of color here.  I round the bed—fucking many of them and begin sharing hole with a heavy hung Black top.  We like our connection and treat many guys, white, black and brown, to my longer dick and his thicker one.   Back and forth.  Watching their eyes as we switch out makes my cock throb every time.

There is a cute young Black guy in the sling.  He has been very busy.  His Latin partner stands by his side, recruiting men to fuck him.  The Black Top and I go over.  A guy finishes up fucking and pulls out.  The Black Top is well known to the Latin partner so he tells him to fuck his boyfriend.  I look over at the petite man in the sling.  I smile.  He’s FTM and is taking that thick black cock in his front hole.

The Latin hefts my cock and bends, sucking it expertly.  He comes up for air and says “He’ll love this.  You know he’s…”

I nod.  And tell him that I love what he has to offer.

The Black Top takes a breather.  I move into place at the sling.

“Two big ones in a row,” says the small-boned guy.  He is short and thin, with a well shaped beard and a great smile.  I am going to really fill him up.  But I want to eat him out first.  His hole is wet and sloppy from the parade of men inside him.  I lick and spit and pay a lot of attention to his T-cock.  He gasps and convulses.  I don’t let up and he does it again.  Only then do I slip inside him and fuck.  The boyfriend’s eyes go back and forth from his partner’s face to my cock sliding so deeply into him.  I give him a really hard fuck.  I make a mental note that this would be a good man to breed once it’s time to let my seed go…

Finally, I stop.  I taste his hole one more time and thank the pair of them.  The partner asks to clean my cock so he can taste his boyfriend on my dick.  I let him suck to his heart’s content…

*

I find Zane around the food table.  He wants to get fucked again.  We head up to the mostly deserted top floor.

“I took another load since we fucked,” he tells me.

I love how he can keep going after he shoots.

I get him in the sling and eat his ass.  Another man wanders up the stairs and gives Zane a cock to suck as I rim and felch.  I finally stand up and fuck his wet hole.  The guy is now jerking next to us, allowing Zane to really concentrate on me and his ass.

Suddenly, the guy shoots all over Zane’s chest.  I mop it up and coat my dick with it.  I fuck it into Zane.  We both groan at how slick his ass has become.  I am thinking this will be it—and I am actually close.

Another guy arrives up the stairs right at that moment.  Zane is needed in the kitchen, he tells us.  I reluctantly pull out and let him go play co-host. 

I go down a flight.  I figure I will fuck a little more and find him later.  Always good to load one of the hosts, after all.

There is a group of six on the bed.  They are welcoming to another hard cock.  The big Black Top from the basement is one of them.  Once again, we start trading off on holes.  A third top shoots in a hot Latino. 

“Eat that load out of him,” the Black Top tells me.  I move towards the loaded ass.  “On the rimseat.”

We both do as we’re told.  I lie down and the cum filled Latino sits above me.  His ass begins to drip cum into my open mouth.  My tongue darts into his hole.

“It feels so good,” the guy above me croons.

“Eat him out good.” I hear from Black Top.

My hand is batted away from stroking my dick as I eat.  Someone sits on me.  I can’t be sure, but I think it is another heavily tatted Latino.  He rides me expertly.

And it’s all too much.  The cum sliding into my mouth from a hot ass and another ass squeezing my cock on every stroke causes me to shoot.  Big and deep.  The load I’ve been working on for 4 hours explodes into his guts…

Chicago House Party 2: "Do You Like Those Loads?"

 Chicago—August, 2023

 

(This picks up right where we left off.)

 

I can’t stop licking the remains of the cum out of my fuckbud’s DP-ed ass.  I finally tap his thighs and he gets off me.  I go off, looking to see what else is happening.  There are two couples fucking, side by side in the master bedroom.  They seem really into each other and not looking for additional men.

I walk downstairs to the basement.  Both slings are busy.  The couch is alive with cocksuckers and ass eaters.  The bed must have 8 or more men on it, all fucking.  Some bottoms are on their backs, others are on all fours.  One lies on his side so he can get fucked by a guy standing to the side, but he can also suck the cock of another bottom.  I stand and watch.  A top takes a breather, pulling out of a hot young man on all fours.  I step up.  He takes my tongue, without even bothering to look to see who is using him next.  I eat his juicy hole for a long time, giving my cock some rest.  I stand up and insert.  Well, that makes him turn around.  He groans out his pleasure.  I fuck him rather hard and fast.

The top to my left moves to another willing ass.  I shift, too, to a muscled Black guy, nearing 40.  He’s on his back, and I love seeing the waves of pleasure register on his face from the fuck I am giving him.

We switch up again.  It’s not quite a true rotation around the bed, but soon I have sampled every ass there.  I end up across the bed from the cute house guest I met before the party started.  He is fucking a younger blond.  He waves me over and we take turns on the young man—one of us in his mouth and one in ass and then we reverse.  The house guest has a nice seven incher.  I take to cleaning his cock when we rotate—and he does mine.

“Will you fuck me now?”

I nod.  I have only seen him top all evening.  We wait until one of the slings is free.  I help him in and get his legs into the stirrups.  He has pulled his designer jock to the side and is beating his long, thin cock in expectation.  I go to my knees and bury my face in his all but hairless hole.  Well, I may not have seen it, but he’s gotten fucked by someone.  I dig in.  He groans.

“Do you like those loads?” he asks.

I make some sort of affirmative sound into his gym-built butt.  He responds by pushing a little.  The cum in his ass literally squirts into my open mouth.  I swallow some—and spit some into my palm to coat my cock.  I stand up.

“My cock is covered with those loads you just pushed into my mouth,” I tell him as my cock enters him for the first time.  “I want to churn them deeper into your ass.”

This makes him groan loudly and stroke his drooling dick faster.  My hand mops up some of his precum.  I stop fucking, pull out partially and wipe it on my dick.  The Black guy I fucked earlier on the bed comes over and plays with the pretty boy’s nipples as I fuck.  I see the cock on the Black guy hard for the first time—it is my size and rampant.  I grin and ask if he wants a turn.  The house guest is all about this.  I pull out and tell him the new top he doesn’t need lube as there is so much cum in him.  He slides in and I stand to the side and jerk.  The new top gives him a rougher fuck.  When he pulls out, his cock is covered in cum.  I clean it—and spit it back on my meat before I re-enter.

House Guest is jerking faster as the two of us take turns on his ass.  When I finally pull out, New Top goes to his knees and cleans me up.  He drools the used load back onto his cock and inserts it into House Guest’s cute butt one more time…

*

I whore around a little more in the basement before going upstairs.  Zane finds me on the staircase.  He leads me upstairs.  His smaller room is filled.  We find room on the bed in the master bedroom.  He gets on all fours and I bury my face in his hairy ass.  I eat him for a long time—again, to give my cock a rest.  Zane turns slightly as I come up for air and pulls me into a kiss.  Our tongues joust—but the need to fuck is now too strong.  I roll him onto his back and push into his wet ass. 

“I have a load.  Can you feel it?”

Honestly, after the double loaded house guest. I can’t really tell, but I just nod and tell him it feels great.  When I pull out to catch my breath, Zane rolls around to clean my cock.  When he’s finished, he leads me to the rimseat.

“Who’s under first?” I ask.

“Me…” and he is instantly in place, lying on the mat with the seat down.  I sit and am treated to his expert tongue licking and poking into me.  I jerk.  A tall man around my age comes over and feeds me his cock.  I suck him for a bit—but he soon moves off to fuck someone.  There are five men on the bed in front of me—so there’s live porn for me to watch as I am licked.

I stand up.  I want to reverse.  But first I fuck Zane again, with him lying there on the mat.  I want his hole really juiced up as he sits on my face.

We trade places.  Zane sits on my face, slowly, teasingly, knowing I want it.  I am rewarded by his wet furry hole plastered on my face.  He strokes himself as I rim.  I think I hear someone come over to feed him cock.  I wait for someone to fuck themselves on my cock as I eat ass, but so far no one does.  Or even sucks it.

I concentrate on Zane’s ass.  He is groaning.  Suddenly he stands up.  “Let me ride you.”

He moves around and sits on my cock.  I now see that there is a guy around Zane’s age, cubby and hairy, who had been getting head.  He is encouraged to sit on the seat as Zane fucks himself.  He is just about to sit, as suddenly Zane shoots a huge load all over my stomach.  He is as surprised as I am.  “Sorry—I couldn’t help it.”  He gets off me, slowly.  Savoring the departing inches in his butt.

I smear Zane’s load into the pouch of my jock…before the cubby man sits down and my world black’s out but for a very hairy hole..

 

(There is a least one more installment as there are about two hours/90 minutes to go of the house party.)