Chicago—February, 2023

The next morning, Evan had to jump in the car and take off to see some friends.  I had to hit the road, too.  I was going to Chicago to see my favorite furry scent pig, Zane.   He came to my house in September, so I was more than pleased to be asked to his house, while his housemates were away.

It was an uneventful drive into the city; the best kind to have.  Being a Saturday, I lucked out on traffic and got to his house in the middle of the afternoon.  We talked—finding it hard to keep our hands off each other.   We set up his sling and had an early dinner.  Zane sent me up to the bed, which was next to the sling, on the third floor.  He told me to close my eyes while he walked the dogs and got in the shower.   I did as I was told, fully dressed.  I actually dozed off…

I am aware of someone near me, before I have a furry naked man, still damp from the shower, on top of me.  Zane unbuttons my shirt.  The moment it is open, his mouth finds my right pit.  He snuffles in it happily—and brings the taste to my mouth.  We kiss.  Lightly for a moment and then with growing urgency.  When he breaks free, he repeats the process with the other side.  This kiss becomes longer.  And I fully erect in my jeans, thanks to his squirming ass sitting on it all.  Zane feels it and grinds his naked ass on the denim.  Then he scoots down, unbuckling and unbuttoning.  He pulls my dick free and takes it deep into his throat.

He finally comes up for air and comes back to kiss me.  He reaches back, as our mouths meet, and makes sure my rampant cock is in the furry valley between his butt cheeks.  I eventually pull out of the kiss.  I get rid of my clothes.  I find the new jock in my bag and step into it, telling Zane we need to work on getting it dirty.  My boots go back on.   Then I lie back down on the bed, spread eagled.

“Now, suck my cock some more—before you sit on my face.”

Zane gets right to it, kneeling between my splayed legs.  He sucks the dripping head,  He deep throats me; he licks my hairy balls, digging his tongue into the join of ball sack and cock ring.  Before long, he can’t help but come and settle that furry young ass on my face.  He grinds into me, panting out his need.

“Get me good and wet for your dick,” he murmurs.

This makes me stop stroking and concentrate on just my tongue reaming him out.  Zane moans.  The sound makes me work harder yet.  He finally pulls off me and takes his wet ass back to my dick.  He lowers himself onto my cock.

“Fuck, I’m so full…”

He sits for a moment, adjusting.  Now he begins riding me.  Moving higher off my dick with each bounce.  Over and over.

Suddenly he pulls off me and the next thing I know, his ass is covering my face.  His freshly fucked hole is so open now.  My tongue roots around inside of me.  Zane moans.  He lets me rim for a long time, then slowly moves so we are chest to chest again.  And kissing, sharing the taste of ass juices and precum…

*

We’ve moved to the sling.  I am balls deep inside him.  I wait as he uncaps some poppers and takes a long hit.  The moment I see the cap go back on I am thrusting into him.  Fast and hard.  The sling frame groans and begins to sway.  I stand stock still and let the sling do the work.  It rocks back onto my cock and then off.  Over and over, a little less each time.  I grab the D-rings and push and pull it in the same way, while I stand still.  But soon enough, my hips take over and I am fucking him hard, his wet ass making delicious sounding slaps as my hips and his butt cheeks collide.

I go to my knees and eat him out again.  He is a great ass lube producer.  I lick and spit and swallow.  I keep some of our juices in my mouth as I come up and slide my cock into him again.  I lean across his torso.  He opens his mouth and I dribble the juices into it.  We kiss once again.

And I fuck.

I force my cock into the pouch of the new jock.  I won’t all fit now, but I try.  I grind the still mostly white pouch against his ass.  Zane laughs, but the owner of the jock will be thrilled.  I take my cock out and go back inside him.

I fuck.

And fuck.

A water break.

I blindfold him.  I eat his pits out—and kiss him after each.  I eat his ass—and kiss him.  Sharing.  I fuck him.  I bring my cock to his mouth.  I feed him poppers—and fuck him again. 

I go to my bag, telling him I am leaving him blindfolded for a moment.  I have brought the wrist and ankle restraints.  I buckle them on him as he lies there.  Ankles first.  Then wrists.  The blindfold comes off.  Zane loves the look of them on him.  I fuck him once more, briefly, before I get him up and out of the sling and to the bed.  He sits next to the hog tie clips.  He knows just what I want.  I clip his wrists to it.  He rolls onto his back, bringing his ankles up, so I can do the same there.  His hole is right there—my cock is rubbing it as I fasten his ankles.  It is the easiest thing in the world to slip into him.  I press the clip toward his chest.  His ass rolls up for a better angle.  We fuck with him bound and at my whim.

I pull out for a moment and let his for appendages rest a moment.  Then I push it down to his chest and enter him again.  I fuck his wet ass relentlessly.  This time when I pull out, I slip down to the floor and soothe his hole with my tongue.

“I want to do that to you.”

“Hog-tie me?”  I ask.

He grins and shakes his head.  “Eat your ass.”

I release him.  He wants me in the sling, not on the bed.  I get in.  He hands me the poppers after he takes a long hit.  I wait for mine.  His tongue finds my hole.  It is electric.  I groan and take the hit.  I don’t get my ass eaten often—but I always let guys who love to do it.  Zane licks and spits and pokes into my hole.

He kisses me.  Bringing the taste of my hole to my mouth.  I don’t want him to stop.

Finally, we each take another hit and do it all again…

*

It is late now.

We need to breed and go to bed.  Zane is back in the sling.  I bend, still inside him, and kiss him once more.  He feeds me poppers, knowing it will trigger me.  I begin to fuck…but I want his hole on my mouth.  I bend and lick his juicy ass.  It’s just what my cock needs.  I stand up and slide back in.

“Breed me!”

I can’t quite form words—I am so intent on my orgasm.  I thrust two, maybe six time—and I’m there.  I convulse, firing off what feels like a large amount of semen into his already wet hole.  I hang onto the top bars of the sling frame as Zane strokes his erection.  He splatters cum, as only a young man can, in a massive explosion, all over his hairy chest.  I let go and hold onto him.  Still not pulling out.  Marinating in his ass.

We kiss.

Finally, I pull out.  I drop to my knees and lick up the few drops of my load that is running out of him.  Zane moans—and I stand up to feed it to him…

The original, with a pic of his hairy ass, is here:   From My Side of the Sling: The Scent Pig: "I'm So Full..." (felchingpisser.blogspot.com)     March 30, 2023