Chicago—February, 2020

I met Zane last May at the Cum Union during IML.  Here is a snippet from that 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 the entire post.  For links to the full CumUnion post where I first met Zane, go here:  [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2020/04/tongue-pits-and-ass-two-scent-pigs-rut.html