A Creamy Reunion with Zane

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Cum From the Freezer for Zane's Hot Ass

 My Playroom—December, 2023

Zane was due at my place after supper.  He had had to do a day of work before he hit the road.  I set up the playroom mid-afternoon, ate dinner and napped.  I got a text announcing his exit off the expressway, right at the time he’d anticipated arriving.  My dick had been half hard thinking about that hairy scent pig spending the night.

A few moments later he arrived.  We hugged.  We chatted.  I sent him to the shower after his over three hours in the car.  Soon enough, we were down in the playroom.  Zane was naked but for a once white jockstrap.  He knelt, unasked, in the middle of the room…

 

I close the door.  The space heater is on and the whirring sound fills the space, competing with the groans and moans coming from the porn on the television.

“Let me suck that cock.”  Zane looks right at me.  He is just past 30, hairy everywhere he should be and has let his beard become long. 

I toss my bathrobe at the chair next to the toy rack.  My mound of cock swells, contorting the fabric of the pouch.  I move so Zane can lean in and lick it.  He does, enjoying the taste and the smell of past sex.  He frees my balls and licks them.  For a long time.  My cock is so damn hard and he ignores it.  Finally, he untangles it from the pouch and takes it into his mouth. And down his throat.  I let him proceed at his own pace.

Suddenly he stands up.  We kiss.  Sharing the taste of my cock on his tongue.  He lifts my left arm above my head and proceeds to like my pit.  Every inch of it.  We kiss—sharing this taste, too.  Then the other.  And a kiss.  I do the same to his pits.  Though fresh from his shower, they still hold his natural smell.  We kiss once more.  Long and passionate.

“I really need to eat your ass.”

 Zane hops up on the fuck bench.  He arches his back and his hairy cheeks are spread and ready for me.  I kneel and dive in.  He grinds his damp ass crack against my face. I eat him out.  Hungrily. 

“Fuck me hard!”

I ignore him.  I can’t get enough of his butt.  I love having him here and all to myself.  I don’t have to share with an entire houseful of men.  Of course, eventually I do stand up, my cock lubed, ready and dripping precum.  I smear the bead of viscid liquid on his hole.  Zane moans and I push forward—entering his ass for the first time that night.  His head comes up—he watches me in the mirror in front of him as I glide all the way in.  I hold for a moment before I begin to fuck.  Without even consciously thinking about it, my hips begin to move.  My cock saws and in out of his hole.

I slow as he takes a hit of poppers.  The moment he replaces the cap, I am fucking him at full force.  Pounding into his ass.  Making him groan and gasp at the strength of my anal assault.  Just as suddenly, I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He licks me clean.  Ravenously.  I squat down and we kiss again.  Sharing the flavors of his wet ass.

I go back and lick his slightly gaping hole.  He groans, knowing that at any minute I will stand back up and fuck him every bit as hard…

*

I am in the sling.  Zane loves to rim his daddies.  He has licked and spit and done all the rimming tricks I did to him.  He now stands and leans across me.  We kiss again.  I love the taste of my ass as much as he does.  The kiss is long and his hardon grinds against my wet hole.

We change places.  I eat and then fuck him—rimming after each quick fuck.  His eyes are always on the mirror above him, watching my tongue or cock split him open.

“I really want to ride you.”

I help him out of the sling and lie down on the bed.  He crawls between my splayed legs and licks my balls again, leaving them even wetter.  Now a quick cock cleaning, lapping up any of his stray ass jizz.  He crawls up me, his furry chest rubbing against my all but hairless one.  We kiss again.  He reaches behind him and guides my rigid dick to his hole.  He pushes back, impaling himself on my cock.  He straightens up and begins to bounce.

“Oh, fuck, yeah….” he mumbles.

I look up at him.  His eyes are now closed, his face contorted.  I glance at the big mirror that runs alongside the bed.  I love seeing him fuck himself down on me.  Every bit as hard as I fucked him on the bench.

Suddenly, his eyes open and he’s back to reality.  He pulls off my cock.  He devours the wet flesh.  Once again, we kiss, sharing our bodies’ juices. 

When we come up for air, I say: “I have something for you.”

He looks at me inquiringly.  I tell him to hop in the sling while I go get it.  When I come back from the freezer, with the cum from the bookstore frozen in the condom, he is lying there, looking excited.

“Two loads from the bookstore…” 

I snip off the knot and peel the latex away from the frozen nugget of semen.  I describe the construction worker who likes his balls abused—so he can shoot big.  I talk about the Voyeur’s long thin cock and how, if he decides to have sex that day, he usually uses my mouth.  Zane trembles with the cold—but it slips into his ass easily.  My cock follows it.  I love how it has cooled his ass.  The head of my cock finds the melting chunk of cum deep inside him.  I fuck him, slowly.  Letting the cum wet his ass and my cock.  I pull my coated dick out of him and bring it up to him.

“Taste their loads.”  He does, cleaning every inch of my erection.  “Swallow them—I’ve already had them in my mouth.”

When my cock is cum free, I go back to his ass.  I lick the tiny trickle of semen dripping out of that slight gape.  I stand and sink into him.  I lean across his hairy body and feed him the semen I just licked up.  A slow dribble into his open mouth.

I fuck him hard.  Frothing the jizz around this hole as I pull out.  I bring my wet dick to his mouth again.  He cleans me up before I clean up the sticky mess clinging to his hairy ass.

“Rimseat.” 

I pull it out from where it sits and bring it next to the bed.  I go under and Zane sits on it.  His ass is wet, but I want the cum that’s still deep inside him.  I drill into him.  His ass opens—but I get no more than a couple of delicious drops of semen.  His ass won’t give it up.

I tap his thighs for him to rise.  “Back to the sling.”  He jumps in.  I stick my dick inside him.  “You wanted some piss in your ass—well here…” I leave it unfinished as my bladder empties into him.  “I’ll wash that damn cum out of you.”

My body take over.  I begin to fuck him, sloshing with every stroke.  I meant for him to sit on my face again, but my cock needs to shoot.  Now.  I am so close as I fuck in his piss hot hole.

“Give it to me!”  Zane knows just what’s happening.  I fuck a few more strokes and explode.  I grab the top of the sling frame for support.  Zane grabs his own dick and, in a few strokes, covers his furry abs and chest with his pearly white jizz…

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!)

The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..."

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