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. 

PIC

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…

The original, with a pic of him fastened to the sling frame, is here:  From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig comes to Michigan (felchingpisser.blogspot.com):  October 9, 2022