Fucking In the New Year

Chicago, December/January, 2012/13

It started with a mistake and ended up being the perfect way to spend New Year’s Eve.  Last year I spent New Year’s Eve in Rod and Brice’s basement playroom.  Changes in house mates this year made using their space impossible.  I did not want this tradition to die, so I rented two motel rooms with an interconnecting door at a local northside Chicago motel.  They invitedthe best of last year’s guest list.  I invited guys from three distinct spheres of my sexual world.  I talked to Karl and Bob, the cute young couple I’d met at Cum-Union in Madison.  I asked Warren, the occasional porn actor, piss party-goer and a regular fuck bud to be there.  I sent an email to Brad who had been the “victim” of the pack attack in my playroom to go with me from Michigan.  (As soon as he knew Warren would be there---who’d fucked him so hard in my sling—he agreed.)  And I spoke with Carlos, the gorgeous, versatile Latin stud with the beautiful shoulder tattoo who has appeared in both the NYE and Cum-Union entries.  He’d made other plans—then at the last minute was able to come, warning me that he’d bulked up at the gym even more since I’d fucked him last.  All in all we had 15 guys show up.  Everyone who said they were coming, but two—and both of them declined correctly as their plans changed.

The mistake was apparent the moment I checked in.  They had given me a pair of adjoining rooms, not the inter-connected rooms I’d reserved on the phone.  That meant guys would have to step out on a frigid balcony to go from room to room.  Obviously impossible.  We decided to squeeze into one room.  I set up the sling and rimseat.  Brad and I prepped the bed.  It would be tight if all 15 showed, but we figured it was about guys being on top of each other anyway.

Rod and Brice arrived with bottled water 45 minutes before start time.  The four of us played idly on bed, licking and sucking and fucking hole.  Then there was a knock at the door.  The place filled fast.  No one cared that the other room wasn’t an option.  Before I knew it, I looked up and the room was crowded with naked, leathered, or jockstrapped men.  There was a moment of everyone sampling others orally…and suddenly Karl, the bottom from Wisconsin crawled on the bed, presenting his gorgeous ass to everyone in the room…

Every eye is on him.  I kneel by the bed and start rimming his hole.  Brad sticks his long dick into his mouth.  A series of men are right behind him:  Rod, Warren, a super thick Black man, then me.  I let others enter his ass first.  Everyone in the room (but the two dedicated bottoms) take a turn on him at some point.  Warren can’t stop eating and fucking his hole.  My eyes meet Warren’s.  He smirks and asks me why I haven’t gotten these guys to town before.  Karl’s partner, Bob, is busy fucking Carlos. 

Soon the bed is ringed with four bottoms:  Karl, Brad, Rod and Brice.  Ten of us take turns on their holes.  We fuck, eyeing the others, then shift around and sample the ass next to us.  No one is in a hurry.  We have all night to fuck. 

I see Warren get Brad into the sling.  They become lost in their own private fuck for a long time.  But then Rod’s at my shoulder.  “Get under the seat.”  A heavy set black man has deposited a load up him.  I lie down, Rod sits and slowly opens his hole to my probing tongue.  It’s a thick, creamy load.  Rod pushes slightly and I gasp as it drips into my mouth.  I swallow, sealing my lips around his hole.  More and more pours onto my tongue.  When he gets up, Carlos sits down.  It’s been a long time since I’ve seen him.  He has gotten bigger and more defined.  He tells me to eat out his well-fucked hole.  I need little encouragement to press the remains of the load on my tongue into Carlos’ tight butt.  My hand is removed from jerking my cock and someone sits on my hard dick.  He bounces on it, though I haven’t a clue who it is.  I can tell he’s leaning forward and licking Carlo’s big cock as I continue to eat Carlos’ spread hole.  When the guy on my cock tires, he gets up and lets someone else on.  I reach down and feel the cock ring—it’s Rod.  He rides me hard as I continue to eat Carlos out.

Hours pass. 

Carlos fuck Karl.  I slip up Carlos as he does so.  He loves having a dick up him as he fucks.  I hold still and let him pump forward into Karl and then back onto me.

I eat more hole.  With load and without.

I fuck at least 8 of the guys.

Suddenly Karl and I are alone on the bed.  We kiss.  And we can’t stop.  His leg’s go up and I slip into him.  We fuck like no one else is in the room—stopping only as his partner cums in someone I can’t see, bent over a chair by the front door.

“Yes!” crows Bob.

“How many loads is that?” Karl asks.

“Five.” pants Bob.  I stop fucking to eat this load out, like I have all his others.  There is as much cum up Brad’s ass as the first time Bob shot in it.

Warren has been keeping the sling busy, with a lot of guys.  I finally suggest he gets in it himself.  He agrees.  I work my cock into him.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  “Nothing like starting with the biggest.”  I ease into him, give him a second to adjust, then fuck him with a chain rattling intensity.  It seems to throw that switch in him that takes him from top to bottom.  Guys all want a piece of his ass. 

I pull out, taste his hole and let the thick Black top in him.  He drops a second load in Warren, the first having gone in Brice.  I felch a little, but let Carlos fuck in most of it.  I just wait—and suck Carlos’ cum covered cock when he pulls out of Warren’s hole.  Rod is up him next.  Then Brad. Then Bob.  He shoots again.

Guys are now shooting and taking off. 

I am back up Rod.  He is milking my cock, as we both watch Warren work his fist up Brice.

I am pretty sure this is going be the moment for me.  I pound his ass.  I shoot.  I hold on to him for a long time after that.  As I pull out, I sink down and taste my own leaking load.  Brice tells us it is midnight. 

We all kiss, with my cum now on everyone’s lips…

 PS:  There was one disagreement in the evening.  Karl thought his partner shot nine times.  Bob insisted it was ten.  We did a quick head count of the guys we knew he loaded….and Bob was right.