“You still want this.?”
I ask.
Joe nods. “It will be
hot to go in that way.”
I smile and attach it to the choke collar I had placed
around his neck in our bedroom. He is
looking particularly hot tonight—jeans and boots with a wife beater over a
yellow and black lace up jock. I have on
the Air Force flight suit to cover my chaps, harness and pouching yellow jock.
The party has been
going on for an hour. In previous years,
the first hour of these events is not about play, it’s about guys standing
around nervously, swigging their drink and maybe copping a feel. We sign in, go up the stairs and strip down
to our play clothes. The cute coat check
boy is happy to take our things. I stuff
lube and my new bottle of poppers into my waist band. I grab his leash and lead Joe into the
playspace.
We can hear a man moaning the moment we go through the
curtained door. Men are milling around
in the center of the room. Down the left
side of the space are various booths.
The walls are of chicken wire so you can see in. The first has a cross. The sounds are coming from the second where a
portly man in on the bondage table and has an entire forest of clothes pins
attached to his scrotum, thighs, nipples and the tip of his cock. In various booths there are slings,
fuckbenches, and bleachers. A
watersports area and shower, along with brand new restrooms are at the
end. The right side of the room has a
cross and then a sling on a raised platform which is where the porn guys will
perform.
“This way.” I lead
Joe to the fuckbench closest to the piss area.
A man I recognize from previous years is getting the few guys who can manage
piss play to cover him. I get Joe on the bench.
His ass juts out invitingly. I
kneel. Two out of shape men arrive at
the door to our booth. They grope
themselves as I begin to rim the sweet hole in front of me. My cock lengthens, but I don’t fuck him. Joe wants to wait a little.
The porn show starts.
Michael Brandon is working over a blindfolded sub. We watch Michael use a riding crop on the man’s
nipples, jutting ass and cock. Soon the
sub is put in the sling. The room of 30
or so men are jerking as they watch him get fucked. A muscle Daddy finds me and drops to his
knees. Joe watches as the guy takes me to
the root. A man in yellow designer
shorts is standing behind Joe, grinding a semi hard cock and a pair of saline
injected balls against Joe’s inviting ass.
Michael Brandon invites guys up to jerk off on the man in the
sling. I far prefer the man giving me
head. Especially when he stands up,
spins around and inserts my raw cock into his warm hole. I fuck in time with Michael. Guys are evenly distributed between those
watching the show on the stage and those watching the fucking next to
them. (Point of pride….I’m every bit as
hung as Michael…)
Joe is hauled into the sling room by Yellow Shorts. I fuck my guy a little more, than we both go
to find Joe. Joe is slinged and Yellow Shorts
is grinding against him. He steps out of
the way when he sees my hard cock. I kneel and taste Joe’s hole again. I moan in the back of my throat. I tongue him deeply, but not for long. I want to kick this group into gear. I stand up and say rather loudly “You want
this raw cock up your ass?”
It’s all it takes for the crowd to surge into our
cubicle. I enter Joe’s wet hole and show
off—pulling out in long strokes and plowing deep. This turns on the guy I’ve been fucking. He tells me “That looks so hot.” He gets really hard and takes a turn topping.
He pulls out and takes his wet cock to Joe’s shoulder. Joe leans over to clean his cock—and the man
fires a load onto Joe’s shoulder. I mop
it up and announce to the room that I am fucking the cum into my boy. I do just that.
A ginger haired, heavily tatted man with a pa (who I
recognize from the gangbang I threw for Jayson Park two years ago) bends over
next to us as a man needs a hole right now.
We fuck in time to the music blaring.
The man cums deep in the Ginger Tats’ hole.
“Here.” Ginger Tats has me step back. He enters Joe, then bends over. “Taste his load.” Ah, he remembers me, too. I eat the load out of his hole as he fucks
Joe. I stand and slide into his cum
filled chute. Ginger Tats stands still
and I fuck him hard enough he’s still thrusting into the ass in front of him.
I pull out. Ginger
Tats pulls out. I fuck my cum covered
cock into Joe. Ginger Tats and I kiss.
I man steps around.
He is average looking. Until you
look at his thick cock. He asks
permission to fuck. I nod, as I push Ginger
Tats to the floor. He fucks Joe a long
time. I fuck Ginger Tats, with him bent
over and holding onto Joe. The man up
Joe cums. Silently. I only know from a slight wrinkling of his
brow. And the jizz dripping to the
floor. I stop fucking and bend to clean
his dripping cock. I share a sloppy kiss
with Ginger Tats and kneel to felch.
Heaven.
Why I am here.
I fuck the remains of the load deep into Joe.
Another spectator with a long thin cock looks eager. I nod.
He slips up Joe and talks in low tones to him . I bend Ginger Tats over, this time with him
hanging onto the wire wall. Joe is being
caressed by many jerkers as the thin cocked man fucks him. I plow Ginger Tats rather noisily.
I look over repeatedly.
The fucker is holding perfectly still. I glance at Joe’s face—he’s feeling every shot
of the man’s explosion. I wait. The man
begins fucking in his own, copious load.
Then pulls out. He had been
watching. He asks for me to clean him
up. I do. Eagerly. I reverse felch the remains into
Joe.
And suddenly there is no one in our room.
It’s after 2 and everyone has gone home.
Joe is beat. We get
dressed, get out of there and get him
some food.
I don’t get off—but it’s every bit as good to feel him in
bed beside me for what remains of the night.
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