My third and final example of all the tops in the same hole came right at the end of the month in a much more traditional way: A gangbang.
Bob has appeared often in these posts. He has taken dick in Detroit, at the CLAW play parties and he was my IML roommate in 2013. Each time we have met it has been with multiple guys using his hole. He is worthy of the effort to find them. He’s not a quick pump and dump pig. It’s not about the cum for him—he wants a great fucking before the load is taken and appreciated. Bob is just a little younger than I, with dark hair on his head and everywhere else on his body. His ass is talented and he knows how to milk cock. He is anything but a passive bottom.
So once again he decided to get out of his native Cleveland to find new cock. He checked into a Detroit hotel at the airport. I joined him by 8 o’clock that evening.
Bob is on all fours on the bed. His jock frames the hairy mounds of his ass cheeks perfectly. My tongue is deep in his hole. I am naked but for jock and boots. My cock has not been in him yet, but I’m tasting load. I tell him so.
“Two loads” he corrects me. “One right after the other just before you got here.”
“Were they here together?” I ask, as I lap some of their mixed semen out of his ass.
“N-no.” Bob is beginning to pant. “One went out as the other came in.” He moans in the back of his throat. “Fuck their cum deeper up my gut.”
With one last lick and spit, I stand up an insert my drooling cock. My dick loves a loaded hole—and the idea of it sliding through some totally anonymous seed is making me pre-cum even heavier than usual. I pause with just my head pushing his tight sphincter open. I lean forward. My cock pushes through the cum that was too deep for my tongue. I slide home, my forest of pubic hair grinding into the hair on his ass. I hold. And pull slowly out. Really slowly.
This drives Bob crazy. He starts begging me to fuck him hard. I maintain the slow tempo but finally relent and start driving into his ass.
A knock at the door.
There are not too many guys coming tonight. Maybe four more. We are hoping for quality over quantity.
I pull out and, with my hard cock bouncing, go to open the door for the first man. I let in a small framed guy with dark, curly hair. He’s in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He has olive skin and a Hebraic nose. His beard is trimmed close to his skin.
Simon is a top after my own heart. The moment he sees Bob’s round butt on the bed, he stops removing his clothes, gets on his knees and begins to eat the ass that he will soon be fucking. He finally wills himself to stop rimming Bob and get the rest of his clothes off. His white briefs reveal a hard seven incher, cut and drooling. He pushes it right into Bob. I move around and feed Bob my cock. He sucks me, but is soon so busy working his ass, I pull out and stroke instead.
“Put him however you want him,” I tell the new arrival.
Simon nods. Soon he asks Bob to get on his back. Simon clambers up on the bed and hoists Bob’s ankles to his shoulders. And pushes his wet cock right back in.
“That feels great,” groans Bob.
“You like that?” Simon asks. “I just started fucking men.” Bob’s eyes light up. He likes this idea. “I just got divorced…and found out I love a man’s ass.” Bob must have given Simon’s cock a mighty squeeze with his chute, for Simon groans and re-doubles his fucking tempo.
A knock at the door.
I open it.
I recognize the guy but can’t quite place him. He nods to me, comes in and strips as he watches the fuck on the bed. It’s once I see the big uncut dick I know who it is—it’s the man from the double gangbang I called Mr. Uncut. His hooded cock is every bit as big as mine. He’s stocky, but not fat. His short hair is rather ginger-ish. He remembers my mouth cleaning him up after each of his two loads. He puts a hand on my shoulder, so I’ll kneel and get him hard. I do just that—paying a lot of attention to working my tongue under his copious foreskin.
“Do you want to fuck him?” Simon asks.
Mr. Uncut nods and gets on the bed. I persuade Simon to let me clean his cock. He’s unsure of this, but let’s me. By the time he pulls out of Bob a second time, he understands the pleasure derived for both of us and presents it without any prompting.
Mr. Uncut fucks hard from the moment he’s in Bob. When he finally needs a break, he pulls out and I fuck my dick into Bob’s rather puffy hole.
So we go in rotation.
Simon, Mr. Uncut, me with Bob on all fours.
Simon, Mr. Uncut, me with Bob on his back.
Bob rides Simon, Mr. Uncut and me. I lick Simon’s balls as Bob rides. For a moment I think I have created too stimulation and he’ll blow, but he doesn’t.
Simon wants Bob on his back again. He tells us he likes to see Bob’s eyes as he fucks. I pull Mr. Uncut over to the other bed and eat his ass—giving Simon some privacy.
That does it. “Can I really cum in your ass?”
“Ye—” grunts Bob. But he never finishes the word. Simon is obviously, noiselessly, shooting his load into him.
When Simon rolls off him, Bob gets on all fours for me. Simon watches me felch—a look of awe and pleasure on his face. “I’ve never seen that—even in movies.”
‘He needs to watch better porn,’ I think as I dig my tongue in deeper.
I swallow. “I’ve saved some for you to fuck in,” I tell Mr. Uncut.
He grins and dives in. Simon sits on the other bed and watches. Mr. Uncut is bucking a load, rather noisily, into Bob in no time.
I felch again, but not for long. I rear up and deliver the third load—the fifth overall.
Mr. Uncut has never gone soft. Once again, he’s good for two and gives Bob number six.
I look at the clock on the computer. We’ve been playing for over two hours. No one else is likely to show up.
Bob rolls onto his back. “I want to shoot. Somebody stick their cock in my mouth.”
Mr. Uncut is right there and does so. But Simon and I join him. We slap our spent dicks on Bob’s face. And Bob shoots his pent up load into all that hair on his chest.