Four on the Floor

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The Scent Pig comes to Michigan

 My Playroom—September, 2022

 

I got a message from the scent pig I usually play with in Chicago.  He was visiting relatives out of state and wondered if I would be home at the top of the month.  “I want to visit my other Daddy, too.”   I agreed he should come to Michigan.

He arrived, tired of driving (but excited) and jumped in the shower.  Zane is a very hairy otter.  He must be approaching 30 now. (Half my age…I really could be his daddy…)  He’s bearded and as handsome as ever.  I undressed while he was in the bathroom and slipped on the most stained jock in my collection.  I added boots, of course.  We went downstairs, with Zane still slightly damp…

 

“Oh, fuck…” he mumbles.

We are standing in front of the fuck bench and we are 69ing on each other’s pits.  My left arm is up for his mouth and he does the same for me.  He may have showered, but the excitement of sex is making him just begin to sweat in the warm-on-purpose room.  His tongue is busy in my pit and, without saying anything, we go for a kiss at the same moment.  Tongues swab mouths and are sucked.  We reverse our arms.  Pits are cleaned and we shared the slightly acrid taste of each other in another kiss.

“Lie down.”  I point to the bed.  “On your back.”  His legs go instinctively up in the air.  I kneel and let my tongue play up and down his hairy crack before I go for the hole.  I burrow in and Zane moans. 

“Eat me, daddy.”

This makes me work harder.  Soon I take the taste of his hole up to his mouth.  It’s a longer kiss.  More intense.  We are both painfully erect. 

Zane moves to the fuck bench.  I spend a little more time eating his hole.  I love how much deeper I can get here on the bench with a more natural spread of his ass. 

“Fuck me…”

I stand up, my cock drooling.  I smear the precum on his saliva filled hole.  My cockhead disappears.  He pushes back and takes half of my shaft.  He gasps—and I slowly go in the rest of the way. 

“So full…”

I begin to fuck.  Slowly.  He catches me looking into the mirror in front of us.  Our eyes meet and he grins.  It’s the same grin I saw years ago, right after he cleaned my cock after a very busy CumUnion party.  That grin makes me pick up the speed of the fuck.  I plow him hard and fast. 

“Let me taste it, Daddy.”

I pull out of his ass and bring my cock around to him.  He devours it.  I fuck his mouth a little before fucking his ass a second time…

*

I am in the sling.  Zane is licking my ass and jerking his cock.  At one point, he stands up and slides his shaft up and down my ridiculously wet crack. 

“Are you sure I can’t fuck you?” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again.

He doesn’t wait for an answer; he just goes back to eating my hole.

Soon, we switch.  I eat his fucked-out ass just as hungrily.  And I fuck him again.  Hard and fast.  His eyes glued to the mirror above us.

I get him up and fasten the wrist restraints to him.  Right and then left.  I let the back of the sling down and snap his wrists together and then up to the middle of the sling frame.  He knows to arch his back and present me with his hairy butt.  “Your ass, Daddy.  To fuck all you want.”  I slip the blindfold on him, too.

I eat his ass in this position.  I move around and briefly suck his raging cock, which is poking out from the side of his jock.  I go back and spit one last time on his hole.  I stand and push into him.  A little rough.  “Your hole…” he whimpers.

I fuck him.  Hard and fast.  The sling frame creaks.  I fuck him until I am on the verge of orgasm.  But I want more of him—so I stop.

I pull out and slap his upturned ass with my cock.  I slip back in and again fuck him until I’m on the brink. 

I stop myself and we move to the rimseat.  I go under first.  I want to taste my handiwork on his ass.  He is incredibly juicy now.  He moans as he lets me feast on his puffy, abused hole.

“I want yours now.”

We switch.  He goes under the seat and I sit down.  He eats me out, moaning in the back of this throat.  Suddenly his hand comes up, handing me his poppers.  I take the hit.  His tongue slices into me.  I babble about how good it feels.  Time stands still for those 30 seconds or so that seem like long, delicious minutes.

Zane re-surfaces.  We are both ready for the breeding. 

“Where do you want to be?” I ask, looking at the various options.

“Sling,” he chooses.  “I want to be able to watch you in the mirror.”

I lick his hole briefly.

I slide in.

I fuck.

Hard.

Zane jerks along with me.

With a roar, I shoot.  Big.  It’s been days since I’ve gotten off.  That’s his cue—he explodes.  Huge globs of white jizz all over his fur.  

I lick some of it up.  And feed him some from my tongue.

Only then do I offer my dripping cock to his begging mouth…

Tongue, Pits and Ass: Two Scent Pigs Rut

Chicago—February, 2020

I met Zane last May at the Cum Union during IML.  Here is a snippet from the post about that meet:

Instantly I am attracted to the hot ass jutting towards me from a cute 20-something man leaning on the shelf.  I go over.  He groans as I kneel behind him and begin rimming his fucked out hole.  He is dripping with load.  I clean him up—pushing some of it back into him.

“Can you taste how busy I’ve been?”  he asks.

I grunt something affirmative and drill him with my tongue.  This time I swallow.

“Eat my used cunt…”

I spit a dollop of cum back onto his stretched pucker.  I stand up.  “I’m gonna fuck that cum deeper.”

As much as he’s been fucked tonight, my cock is still a momentary challenge for him.  But he takes it—and in seconds, his hole is open and swallowing every inch I can shove into him.  I fuck him hard, occasionally giving him a stinging slap on the ass.

I pull out.  My cock is coated with other people’s cum.  “Clean it up,” I tell him.  The man turns and ravenously swallows me down.  My cock emerges spit shined to slide back up his hungry ass.

I fuck him until a Black dude wants up him.  I look again—it’s my buddy from Indy.  I gladly give him a turn up this slick hole.  I stick my newly covered dick back into the pig’s mouth.

We rotate ass to mouth a few times around. 

Then I fuck my buddy as he is fucking the pig.

We all break.  I stick around and talk to the pig.  He looks like the American version of my Canadian FB, Franklin.  We chat and he tells me he hosts a house party every few months in Chicago.  I give him my particulars…

We kept in contact on one of the hook up sites.  Then by text.  At the top of the year he told me he would have the house to himself the week I left Memphis.  Could I stop by on my way home?  I could.  And did.  And stayed the night.

It’s a big Victorian house, surrounded by new construction in one of the gay-ish neighborhoods of Chicago.  I find it easily.  Zane comes out to the car and helps me carry in the rimseat—that I had packed just for this meet.

We chat.  We get to know each other, sitting in the living room.  I also meet the dogs.  Zane is maybe 5’8’, thin, in his late 20’s, bearded and hairy.  He’d rather be naked as our couch sitting becomes couch cuddling and soon couch fondling.  His shirt is off and his pit smushed into my face.  I inhale.  The boy hasn’t showered since early morning.  My cock, still buried in jeans and underwear, plumps and strains the fabric.  I lick his pit clean.  We kiss again.  It’s electric.  The pheromones turn up the heat for both of us.  He pull off my sweatshirt, then unbuttons my shirt.  He pauses to just inhale me.  The look on his face says it all.

“So…good…” he moans, pulling the garment off me.  It’s his turn to lick my pits.  And kiss me.  Damn, he’s a good kisser.  I suck his tongue clean of every drop of my heady smell.  He goes to lick the other one and we kiss again.

Only then does he unbutton my pants to get at my cock.  He kneels on the carpet and gives me great head.  He does my balls too, without me needing to suggest it, leaving them sopping wet.   He starts to go down my taint, moaning louder as he approaches my ass.  I pull him up and off me and into another kiss.  When we finally come out of it, he dives back between my legs.  But it’s really awkward to get my legs up, still encased in denim.

 “Let’s leave it for the bed.” 

He reluctantly agrees.  He stands and I lean forward to suck his drooling prick.  It fits easily into my mouth so I can do all the tricks I know with my tongue.  He sighs—and almost imperceptibly—begins a slight pump into my mouth.  Soon he is deep throating himself on every stroke.  And I don’t gag at all.

We kiss. 

I want to eat his ass, but he goes off to clean up.  I fill my water bottle and go up to the third floor, what was once the maid’s quarters, and set up the rimseat.  There is a low double bed up there and a sling on a stand.  Once I’m done I lie down on the bed.  It’s not been a long drive from the motel to here, but through snow—so I am tense and tired from the long conference.  I don’t sleep—but just drift nicely. 

Zane finds me.  He crawls between my splayed legs and sucks my cock again.  He does my balls and this time keeps going down, pushing my legs high into the air.  He feasts on my hole and makes all sorts of soft grunts and groans to tell me how much he loves rimming me.  My cock is swinging above my head…and drooling onto my face.  He notices and up he comes to kiss me, sharing the flavor of my hole and now my precum.

We lick each other’s pits again—simultaneously—his lithe body on top of me.  We kiss.  Deep and long.  And go for the other pit.  And kiss.  And lick.  And kiss again.

Eventually I suggest the sling.

I need his ass in my face.  And I get it.  I take it from soap and water clean to sweaty and spit covered.  Not just the thickly haired crack, but all over the thin globes of furry ass flesh. 

I fuck him for the first time in 9 months.  Long and slow.  Tons of ass to mouth for him.  And me kissing him once he’s cleaned my cock. 

He gets me and in the sling.  Blindfolds me and eats my ass again.  The point of his tongue drills into me, going deeper than almost anyone I know but Derrick.  “I so want to fuck you,” he murmurs, “but I’ll be good.”

Then it’s my turn to eat his freshly fucked hole.  I choose the rimseat. He loves it when I tell him to ride my cock whenever he chooses and then to come sit back on the seat.  He does just that.  He rides me until his ass is pumping out ass jizz like crazy—and he comes off my dick to feed it to me.  And to lift the lid and kiss me, so he can taste it too.

I fuck him on all fours on the bed.  It’s a little low for tall me to stand—so it’s a shorter fuck with me needing to kneel behind him on all fours.  I pummel his butt, stretching him with my swollen cock.  Eventually, he rolls out of the fuck and pushes me down.  He goes around behind me and eats my ass again—with me on all fours.

“I need to piss,” I tell him.  We consider going to the shower…but we go to the sling.  He gets in it.  I stand by his head and give him one short piss blast in the mouth, which he swallows hungrily.  I move around and give another, slightly longer, piss shot to his ass crack.  I kneel and lick him clean.  I am now rock hard.

I stand up and fuck into him.  I fuck him relentlessly.  The chains groan as we rock the sling.

I stand stock still.  And wait.

“Are you...pissing in me?...Fuck!”

His ass is filling.  Fast.  I begin to fuck again.  Some sloshes out on the towel covering the tarp below.  The rest I must fuck up into his second hole.  For there is little left when he tries to feed me a moment later.

Zane manages one piss squirt out of his puffy hole into my mouth.  I swallow hungrily.  I am ready to cum.  I stand up and in moments coat his insides with my load.  I stay in him, marinating.  It takes about three jerks with his hand to cover his hairy chest with a very white load.  I scoop up some of it, coat my cock and fuck it into him.  The rest I lick up and take it to his mouth for another kiss…

We sleep side by side.  Something I don’t do much anymore.  But neither of us want to be anywhere else…

*

This is a link to all of the CumUnion at IML post.  Zane appears at the end of it, too…well, you can likely guess why.   Read it Here.

Alejandro Gets Piss Fucked

Chicago—December, 2019

I made it into Chicago in good time.  I thought I would be closer, working in Indiana, but I was wrong.  With all the country roads I had to take to get to a highway, it was about the same time into the city as it was from where I live in Michigan.  I had booked the same uptown motel that is near the leather bar on the north side (where the piss party is held.)  I just had room to set up the sling on one side of the bed and the rimseat on the other.  Both got a tarp beneath them and an old sheet on top of that to keep the piss contained.

Alejandro had spoken to a man he’d met at the piss party last year.  He wanted more piss and cock certainly, but he also wanted the guy to act as cameraman.  He wanted our meet recorded.   The man agreed, was excited by it even…until 23 hours before we were to meet and he began to have a sore throat.  Sigh.

Cruising through BBRT once I was set up, I found there was a breeding party going on at the motel.  Three tops hosting one cumslut.  I went up to their room, hoping one of the tops might be persuaded, what with Alejandro’s hot ass, to film us.  But no.  They were far too busy doing drugs to care about actual sex.  I left quickly.

Alejandro arrived from his own hotel—so he could deep clean in privacy.  He looked great.  Sometimes we’d had some sort of role play to get us into it.  Not today.  I shed my robe and was in boots and yellow jock (sent to me by a reader.)  I got him down to his new white jock, which would soon be stained…

I get him on the bed.  He rolls over and gets on all fours.  My tongue dives into his ass crack, still moist from the shower.  He groans and takes the first of many hits of poppers.  I spit and tongue and work his tight hole open.  I stand and prod him with my wet cock tip.  I go right back to my knees and lick up the precum I’ve left behind.  I have flavored his hole with the very essence of me.

We move to the sling.  I piss a little on his hole.  He whimpers each time a stream of hot liquid hits him.  I lick it up, poking some of it into his ass.  He groans out “Fuck me with that thing.”

I lube up as I keep licking.  I stand—and slowly work about half my length into him.  I wait until he nods and fuck him with shallow strokes.  It’s not enough lube.  He tells me to find his lube injector in his bag.  We fill the syringe like tool.  Once it’s full, I deep lube his ass.

Now he can take me.  I slide in and begin fucking.  Deep, long strokes.  Alejandro loves the taste of his hole.  I stop every few minutes and let him clean my dick. 

I go back to his ass and fuck.

Then clean it with my tongue  He’s self lubing like crazy now.

Back to fucking.  Harder, now.

I rim his hot, precum-coated hole.

I fuck again.

“Piss in me.”

I slow down the fuck strokes until I am just rocking into his guts.  I will myself to piss.  Finally it comes.  Filling him.  More and more.  His guts are awash in my piss.

I fuck a few strokes.  Some splashes out of his ass on the backstroke.

I carefully pull out, using my hand to keep his hole closed.  I kneel—and let go.  My mouth is blasted with my piss from his ass.  I swallow it down.  I have to swallow fast to keep up with it.  He is pushing it out in one huge torrent of pale yellow water.  As if finally slows, I save some in my mouth and spit it on him.

He groans.  I fuck a little in his hole, then pause to take a long drink of water. 

I come to the side of the sling and begin licking his pits.  He has been deodorant free for days.  I lick his acrid pits and kiss him.  I piss a splash or two on his left pit.  I lick it clean.  And suddenly his PA-ed cock starts to spurt piss.  Gallons of it.  I lick some off his chest.  I take some directly into my mouth.  I let him coat his entire upper body with it.  I clean him up a little more with my tongue.

Still it is coming.  I move his cock for the last stream to go down his ass crack.  When it finally stops, I lick it up.  Alejandro is floating in the sling, there is so much piss between him and the leather.

I help him up and he dries himself a little.  We want one more piss fuck.  He bends into the sling and I fill him once again.  I want to drink it again, but this time from the rimseat.  I get under.  He sits.  The light is blocked out.  My tongue touches his hole.  He is playing with me.  He is squeezing himself shut.  I prod him again and the hole opens.  A gusher.  I clamp my mouth around his puffy ass lips and form a seal.  The piss just pours into my mouth.  I swallow rapidly.  I don’t let a drop go to waste.

When we get up, we are both panting, as if we have run a race.  His hole is feeling very used.  But he wants a cum load.

With all our play, I have never bred him—it’s been more about piss than seed.  But not now.  He jumps back into the wet sling.  I briefly eat his ass.  His hole is wrecked—gaping and puffy lipped.    I lube up.  I slide into him.  I gasp as he grips my slippery cock with his ass muscles.  I pump…and in minutes I spray my seed into his hot mancunt.

The aftermath.

A moment of piss fucking....

Pig Cody Gets Wet in the Playroom

My Playroom—October, 2019

My busy summer work went on longer than usual this year.  I couldn’t get the playroom set back up until October.  It was worth the wait, for I had the perfect man to celebrate the re-opening.  Cody was from a neighboring state—and had visited the area two years before.  (You will find that entry, A Visiting Pig in a Cheap Motel, here.)  This time, he agreed to come a little farther and experience the playroom as he wanted to get wet…

He is right on time.  I am wearing boots and a yellow jock, under my grey bathrobe, as I answer the door.  Cody comes in and we hug a hello.  He still looks great:  a younger looking late 40’s, dark hair and those great tats over a good portion of his body.  And they are related art tats—not random inkings here and there.  As he strips and stows his clothes in the bureau, I notice the frame on his back has been finished.  He leaves on a jock—but otherwise is totally naked.

I hang my robe on the back of the door and stand at the end of the fuckbench.  My dick plumps in the yellow pouch just from looking at him.

“Here.”  I point to the padded floor in front of me.

I can see that momentary flicker of hunger in his eyes.  He kneels and instantly begins mouthing the full pouch.  He groans from the heady aroma of ass sex, cum and piss that exudes from it.  His spit re-activates it.  And Cody can’t get enough of it.  His tongue is everywhere.  He even gnaws at it.  My cock is swelling so that it is uncomfortable; I finally have to manually release it from the jock.  He takes my dick deep into his throat in a single move.  And keeps it there.  He holds me clamped in his throat until he might gag—before finally coming up for air.

He gasps for breath…then goes right back to pleasing me.  I take a healthy swig from my water bottle.  I let him suck me for another few minutes as I keep hydrating.

“Get up on the bench.  I want to taste your hole.”

I step to the side and he clambers up and into place.  He loves looking into the mirror in front of him where he watches me slap his ass with my spit drenched cock.  I wipe it down his slightly hairy crack and kneel to rim him.  My tongue pokes into his pucker.  He opens his hole and I sink into him.  It’s glorious and my cock begins leaking pre-cum like the clichéd faucet.  I wipe some off on my fingers and smear it on his hole.  He groans—knowing just what I am doing.

“Stick some in me…” he pants.  “Begin the breeding…”

I spit in his hole and drill it in with my tongue.  When my fingers are covered again, I poke them into his ass.  He exhales long and loud.

I stand up.  I need to fuck him.  This second.  I plunge into his wet ass.  He grunts.  I actually gasp as he feels so good.  My hips slam into him.  I am fucking full speed in moments. 

I stop and bring my cock around for him to clean.  I remember how much he loves to taste his ass on my dick.  He grunts his appreciation to me and cleans me thoroughly.  I go back to fucking.  Then another cleaning.

This time, when I’m back at his upturned ass, I don’t just shove it in.  I slap his wet hole—and give him two good spurts of piss.  He groans out “Piss me…”  I stick my cock in him and fuck.  I don’t want to piss out his hole—at least not yet.  Soon enough I am bringing his piss flavored ass juices to his mouth on my cock.  He cleans me.  “Sooo good…” 

I fuck his face a little and even give him a tiny piss spurt in his mouth.  This makes me kiss him.  We revel in all the flavors we are sharing.  I go back to his ass and rim him.  I can really taste the piss.  I collect some juices in my mouth and go back to kiss him once more…

*****

I am buried in his ass.  We are still on the fuck bench.  I have just added the egg-headed dildo and he is getting double fucked for the first of many times this afternoon.  He is now full.  Very full and very tight.  He groans out his pleasure over and over.  I am fucking with the dildo under my cock—as I usually do it.  When I pull out, I change it up, leaving the toy in place, but pull the base upward.  My cock slides back in with the ridge shaft now above me.  It’s a new feeling.  For both of us.

I keep fucking until I need to feed him another splash of piss.

And of course we kiss…

*****

I insert the big black butt plug before we move to the sling.   Once his feet are in the stirrups, I begin tapping on the base of the toy—sending vibrations through his abused canal.  I pull it out and fuck. 

I re-plug him and take my dick to his mouth once more.  Then repeat the process.  I switch to the bigger black coned toy that has many ridges—so that it always reminds me of some sort of perverted Christmas decoration.  He takes the first two with ease…I have to work carefully to fill him with the rest.  But he takes it.  His eyes are on the mirror above him—watching himself open up. Submitting to me inch by inch.

I blindfold him now, using the leather one with the fleece lining.  Once he relaxes, I kneel and begin eating his abused hole.  I fuck it.  I pour cold water on it from my bottle and slurp it up.  I piss on it and do the same.  Cody is squirming and panting.  Reveling in every sensation.  Every touch.  Not knowing what I will do next.

I move up to his side.  He is grasping the D rings on the sling, so his arms are just above his head.  He feels me there and opens his mouth.  I let him taste his asscunt on my dick.  Then I piss on his armpit.  I kneel and lick it off.  Dribble it into his mouth.  And kiss.

I go back and fuck his ass.  I do the same to his other arm.  He is getting very wet.  It puddles beneath him on the leather sling.  I fuck.  I rim.  I piss.  I use the speculum. Never letting him know what I will do next; his body hyper-alive with one sense gone.

*****

I take off the blindfold.  I towel him down and help him up.  Cody walks around a little to get the blood back into his legs.  He reminds me he wants to eat my hole.  I agree.  I dry the sling a little more and climb in.  I tell him he can piss on my ass if he wants while he’s rimming.  I hope he does.  He kneels and buries his handsome face in my butt. 

He is great at it.  On par with Derrick.  I stroke and even take a hit of poppers.  He isn’t hydrated enough to piss…so I do it for him.  I pause in my stroking, concentrate and let a fountain of piss run down my balls and over my crack.  He catches every drop he can, licking me clean before going back to my hole…

When I have finally had enough, he helps me out.  I tell him to lean forward, chest on the sling.  He does.  I hose his ass crack with every drop of piss left in my system.  I get under the rimseat and tell him to sit and let my clean him up.  His asshole is open and puffy now.  And dripping with my fresh piss.  I lick, tongue fuck and swallow my fill.  The piss is gone, soon enough, but his hole is now dripping his own ass lube.  I can’t get enough.

I tell him to ride my cock for a moment, while I lie here, and then come back and sit again.  He does so.  It’s an exquisite fuck—with him in control.  And then the freshly fucked hole blacking out all daylight as he sits once more and let’s my tongue feel what my cock has done to him…

*****

We fuck in the sling.  And fist.  He is all about the stretch to get my hand in—not depth.  He loves the stretch and the snap of his ass lips closing around my wrist.

This leads to the need to breed. 

I fuck him in the sling.

I rim him.

I finger more precum into him.

I give him a quick blast of piss deep in his hole.

And my cum.  Lots of it. 

We have been playing all afternoon and my balls are very full.

I shoot for a very long time, holding on to the sling frame and letting his talented ass milk me of every drop…