Fornication Party Part Three: So Much Cum

 

The revised poster with the actual group of men.

Chicago—October, 2024

It is now the third hour of the Fornication Party.  The mood of the night has changed from playful sport fucking to a more intense vibe—the guys are looking to get off and go home.  I finally stumble across Luke Morrison and watch him power fuck a man who is in a state of absolute bliss.  We nod at each other, and I slip into a man waiting in the sling next door.  Jake Mitchell has been easier to spot all night, as there is always a crowd around him.  As both men are all top (at least for this party) there is not much more I can do with either of them.

I pay attention to the man I’m inside.  He is kneading his cock under the designer jock he’s wearing.  Soon, the guy asks to take a break.  I help him out of the sling.  He hugs me and tells me he’s always up for a load.  I wander the room.   I witness one of the young tops who I’d seen with Dirk, get off inside the hot young man with whom I started the night.

I wander more. I watch Robbie Prescott finish up on a man in yet another sling.  He looks a little winded, but elated.  “Maybe it’s time for you to get in the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees and hops into it, his feet up on the chains.  “I have been doing so much topping tonight…” the sentence ends in a moan, for I have stuck my tongue in his hole.  He starts to jerk his cock, but then decides to give it a well-earned rest.  He moans again and tells me how good my tongue feels.  I can tell his hole has been used tonight, but nothing like how stretched it was when I first had him during the amateur shoot this summer.  I stand up and push my dripping dick into him.  He grunts out his appreciation.  I hold a moment and begin to fuck.  Our eyes lock.  His face registers every thrust.  And he is loving every stroke.  I reach down and finger the bead of precum off his dick slit.  I bring it up to my mouth and lick my finger.  Then I pull out and tongue his ass once more.  He is self-lubing like crazy.  I lick and spit before standing up to fuck once again.

Three men watch us now, each jerking his dick.  Robbie’s gaze is so focused on my own, none of them try to add into our moment.  I realize I could cum.  But I don’t want to do it just yet.  I slow down, pull out and clean up his hole with my tongue before I tell him he has guys waiting for him.  I move off—and he gets the first of the three into the sling.

Keshawn finds me.  He bends on the ledge where we’d had the threeway.  I kneel and all but smash my face into that full butt.  My tongue finds cum dripping out of his hole.  I idly wonder if he knows he he’s loaded.  I spit some back in, stand up and slide in.  His hole is so slippery with other men’s juices.  Considering I was almost ready to shoot in Robbie, I have to really work not to shoot in Keshawn.  I froth the jizz inside him so it forms a ring around his hole.  I stop fucking and clean it up.  He moves away very happy…

I watch Robbie continue to go through the men who were waiting and watching us fuck.  But then I’m distracted by a guy who is on all fours on a single bed-type set up.  He is being ravished by a top in his early 40’s.  The top groans—I can’t tell if it’s a cum shot or not.  I move closer.  The guy pulls out of the man on all fours and slaps his butt cheek in satisfaction.

I’m right there as the top moves on.  I kneel and lick this unknown man’s ass.  He groans and calls me a pig.  I stand up and slide into him.  He’s loaded.  I squish on entry.  Having cum in his ass would be great on its own—but this guy has great skills.  He squeezes on every stroke.  His ass is in constant conversation with my dick.  I keep building speed and force.  At one moment I actually bang his head into the wall.  I pull out and he spins around to clean my cock.  He loves the combo of cum and ass jizz as much as I did. 

I tell him I love his ass.  He is a trim white guy in his early 50’s.  I’d take money that he also takes fist.  He flips onto his back, his legs shooting up in the air.  I move in and find his heels on my shoulders. He is instantly milking my dick from the moment I begin fucking him again.  I am enjoying this a lot.  A bystander plays with the guy’s dick, trying to get him hard.  But I know that he couldn’t care less about his cock—it’s all about his ass.  And he is really working me.

“Flip back,” I tell him.

He goes to all fours.  I lick up the juices dripping out of his butt.  I plow into him again, my cock still coated with what other men have shot up his ass.  I fuck.  This might be the hole I breed.

He turns his head, so he can sort of see me.  “Haven’t I seen you piss fuck guys at Waterbuddies?” he pants out.

I nod.

“Give me some piss if you have it…”

I slow down the thrusting.  I’m not sure how full my bladder is at this point.  I stop altogether, thinking I can give him a little.  It begins to flow.  He groans.  “So full…” he reaches for his soft cock.  I stop pissing but fuck in what I’ve delivered.  He groans, tightens his ass…and shoots all over the mattress.

I slap his ass.  Behind me, Robbie is done with the third man who was watching us.

I move to him.  “You want my load?”

“Hell, yeah!”  He jumps in the sling.

I eat his butt once more.  I love the contrast between his younger flesh and the ass of the hot older man I’d just piss fucked.  I can never get too much variety.  My tongue goes deep into Robbie.  He’s jerking himself this time.  I stand up and work my cock into him.  He squeezes down for the briefest moment and then lets every inch fill him up. 

I look at him.  He matches my gaze.  “Give it to me,” he murmurs.

I begin to fuck him.

Hard.

“Fuck!” I groan out.  “So close…”

“Give me more of your cum!”

I love that he remembers I bred him in Tennessee during the shoot.  It makes my cock drool—I can actually feel my flared head get bigger and ooze into him.

“Breed him!” says a hot Black man who’s watching us—a guy who’s taken a ton of dick himself tonight.  “Give him what he wants.”

“You want my load?”  My voice is softer—and I’m looking right into Robbie’s face.

“You know I do.”  He groans as I go particularly deep.  “Give it to me…”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  I hang onto the top of the sling frame for balance.  I stay that way for a long moment.  I go to my knees and carefully lick up any stray cum my cock has pulled out.  I get him out of the sling and give him a long hug before starting to wend my way to the clothes check at the other end of the room.

“So how was it?”  It’s Ray Dalton, wrapping his arms around me and looking me square in the face.  I tell him it was a really great night.  I get my clothes and start getting dressed.  Keshawn sees me and says goodbye with a long hug—he’s staying right up until the final moments of the event.

I tie my boots and fish out a tip for the hot coat check guy.  I go over and push it into the tip jar.

He thanks me and says he’d seen me in action on his break. “How does it feel to have everyone want your cock?”

I smile and tell him it feels pretty damn good…

*

Here is the link to the website for the Fornication Party so you can get on the mailing list or find the party nearest to you:  Fornication Party

The Pornsters I Played with at the Chicago Fornication Party

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Fornication Party Part Two: Hole after Hole

 (L to R) Ray Dalton, Robbie Prescott, Dirk Caber, Jake Mitchell.  Luke Morrison arrived later.

 

Chicago—October, 2024

(This continues right where we left off.)

After a second cleaning of Keshawn’s ass jizz off my cock by the hungry pig, I wandered.  I got more water.  But I was drawn back to the back corner where so much of the action was taking place.  Robbie Prescott was fucking countless men with his long, thin cock.  His latest, a large guy I had met before we entered, was on all fours and blissing out from Robbie’s assault on his ass.  Robbie smiled at me as I passed, not missing a beat.

“Daddy…”

In the shadows is a 30-ish white guy.  He kneels the moment he sees me and my semi-hardon.  His chest is hairy and he has a shiny silver cock cage strapped in place.  (It is Locktober, after all.)  “May I suck you?”

I don’t even nod, I just get my balls out of the jock pouch.  He makes me instantly harden up with his inquisitive tongue all over my cock.  “You taste so good, Sir,” he says, coming up for air.

“Let me taste your ass…”

We are right next to a homemade fuck bench.  He clambers up on it, panting a little in anticipation.  I sink to my knees and push my face into his furry butt.  I connect with his hole.  He hasn’t had anyone in him tonight.  Yet.  I slobber and spit and push it deep inside him.  His cock is dripping copiously.  My hand catches some.  I smear it on his hairy hole and lick it off.  He groans.

“Be gentle…” he murmurs as I stand up.  My cock slaps his right butt cheek.  I work carefully into him.  His hole flowers open and sucks me in.  He gasps.  “So good…”

I hold and begin to fuck.  Slow and easy.  Building.  Constantly. To a hard driving tempo.  I only slow down when the bench begins to rock.  Eventually, I pull out.  He moves quickly to taste his ass on my cock.  He does it so well, I give him a second fuck…

*

My cock is impaled in a man who likely weighs twice what I do.  I suspect he is a fistee, for his hole is working my cock like crazy.  He is in a sling.  I begin fucking harder, rocking the whole frame.  Then I stand still and let the sling sway back and forth, fucking his ass onto my cock as it acts like a pendulum.  His friend is there, too, working the man’s massive nipples.  He twists and pulls on them as I fuck.

“Try his dick…” says the guy in the sling to his friend.  They change places and I do it all again on a different, not quite as talented, ass…

*

I wander.  I find three men I have seen topping all night ringing a sling in an area where it is a little lighter.  Dirk Caber is in the sling.  A young man, is fucking him.  Dirk is moaning, his eyes locked on the guy’s face.  The young man finally stops., thanking Dirk.

A slightly older guy is up next.  He fucks Dirk with real need.  In moments, he is spurting his jizz into the man we all know he has jacked off to so often.  He thanks Dirk profusely.  The third guy fucks him for a bit, churning the load. 

I am waiting my turn.  I move in as the guy pulls out.  “Don’t waste the jizz,” I tell him and quickly clean his cock.  I spin around and begin tonguing Dirk’s used ass.  He moans.  Some men arrive to watch me rim and felch the porn star.  Eventually, I drool a mouthful down to my dick, stand up and slide in.  Dirk’s eyes grow wide at my girth.  I mention to him we’ve fucked before, at the Fornication that was held at Steamworks.  I honestly doubt he remembers me, but there is perhaps a flicker of recognition as my cock pounds deeply into him.

A crowd is gathering—and more men want a turn.  I go down on him one last time—cleaning him up for the next cock…

*

I pass Robbie, still topping, on the way back to the back corner.  I tell him to come find me if he gets a load in his ass.  His eyes light up and says he will.

I find the cub who has now taken off the cock cage.  He is sporting a long, beautiful dick.  I surprise him by going down on it for a moment.  Once I have some precum on my tongue, I have him turn around.  I work it into his ass.  He grabs the edge of a table and bends, thrusting his ass in my face.  I smear his precum deep in his hole.  He’s found some other cock since I was here; his hole is now much more stretched—with slightly puffy ass lips.  I spend a lot of time, getting each of them in my mouth.

The cub is begging to be fucked.  I stand up and give it to him.  He holds on and takes my pounding.  One of the tops who did Dirk, comes by.  I gesture he should take a turn.  He does.  The cub loves this as he’s now bent, cleaning my cock as he is fucked by the new guy.  Then we switch holes and do it all again…

*

A hot Latino can’t take his eyes off my dick.  He’s late 30’s and fit.  He leads me to the back wall, where a there is high platform, just the right height to bend and rest your chest on.  He does.  “Lick my hole like you do others.”

He doesn’t have to ask me twice.  I kneel and eat out his well-used hole.  He groans and calls me a dirty pig.  This only make me work harder, getting every millimeter of his chute wet for my cock.

I stand up and slip in.  He grabs the support, his knuckles white.  “Big cock, Gramps…” he moans.

Oh, to be a Daddy again…

A guy wanders by and stops.  He jerks.  I tell him to stick it in the Latino’s mouth.  He does.  It’s not a huge dick, but a good size.  It makes the Latino gag repeatedly, much to our delight.

“You want a turn in his ass?”

“Sure.”

We change.  The Latino is yet another hungry bottom who can’t get enough of the taste of his own hole on a dick.  The guy fucks him hard, stopping only with a “I don’t want to cum yet!” and takes off.  I go back, eat out the newly fucked ass, and slip in again.

Keshawn arrives.  He sticks that monster cock of his in the Latino’s mouth.  The guy loves the challenge, trying to take more and more of it inside him.  I slam into him a little harder, hoping to drive his whole body onto Keshawn’s dick.

“You need to fuck him.”

Keshawn nods.

“You want that big dick in your ass?” I grate out as I pull out of him.

“Please…”

Keshawn greases up and slides in.  It’s a stretch, but the guy takes him more easily than I would have guessed.  He is open mouthed, waiting to take me there.  But I have other plans.  I kneel and let Keshawn fuck into him and back onto my tongue.  He knows just what I’m doing and slows his fuck speed a little to help.  I get his well-used hole wet again and stand up.  I sip inside him.  He groans.  The Latino knows just what’s happening now.  He moans, too.  For Keshawn picks up the pace.  I stand still letting him fuck into the guy on his thrust and impale himself on his backstroke.  Over and over.

Keshawn finally slows down and the Latino pulls off him, going to his knees between us, cleaning both cocks that opened up his hole so deeply…

 

(One more post to come…)

Fornication Party Part One: Getting Warmed Up in Keshawn

 Chicago—October, 2024

 

Sometime in late August or early September, Keshawn sent me a text.  He was excited for Chicago was finally getting a Fornication Party in October.  He told me the date.  It was smack in the middle of a short work gig I had committed to do.  I told him I didn’t see how I could get there.

But there are advantages to being in charge.  Management asked me to set the schedule—and I chose our day off to be the Sunday of Fornication.  They were fine with that and I was excited.  I even got it approved early enough to get my ticket at the ‘early bird’ price.

I left quite early, guessing it would take more than the three hour driving time projected.  While my work site was technically closer to the city than my home, I couldn’t get to a major highway easily.  I was glad I left when I did: there was a marathon being run that weekend at the lakeshore and traffic was even more snarled than usual.  But I got to the north side of Chicago in decent time.  I didn’t know the venue, but Ray Dalton’s newsletter had told us it was very close to where the northside gay businesses were.  I found free parking in my usual spot (when I come for the piss party) and had time for nap, setting my phone alarm.

The building was just a block and half away from where I parked.  They weren’t quite ready for us at 6:00pm, so we gathered outside on what was likely a smoking area with chairs.  One of the men asked if anyone had been to a Fornication Party before.  No one had, but me.  I told them about the three weekends I had attended.  I emphasized that Ray picks the porn guys from a stable of men who really do want to play with everyone; that it was a terrifically inclusive event in the past.  I also said there were only four of them and we needed to play together, too, not just stand around and wait.  This seemed to be just what they wanted to hear—and the anticipation grew.

Keshawn arrived.  And almost instantly the doors were opened.  We flashed our tickets, downloaded to our phones, and entered.   It was nicely dark, except for the area where we could check our clothes—and where the northside leather store had set up a booth.  I stripped quickly to jock, wristband and boots, stowing the rest in my gym bag.  I tucked lube in the waistband of my belt and checked my bag with the very hot man working the clothes check…

 

Almost instantly I hear my name.  It’s Ray.  He envelops me in a hug.  He is thrilled to be in Chicago again.  I tell him the venue looks great—there are slings and hand-made fuck benches or other things to brace against, everywhere.  It is a straight BDSM club usually, but MAFIA, the Chicago fisting group, also meets here occasionally and let him use their slings.  He charges off, hearing his name called.

I look around.  There is a bar serving drinks and water.  There are a few cloth or plastic dividers hanging from the ceiling, usually with a sling and fuck bench behind it.  There is just one rest room and another door marked ‘private’ for the porn guys.

I grab some water.  Ray, Jake, Robbie and Dirk are posing for pictures with some of the volunteers.  Robbie, who I had fucked and loaded during the amateur shoot this June, sees me.  “I know you from Timber Fell,” he says, as he leaves the group to come hug me. 

I tell him I’m glad he’s here. 

“This is my first party as a performer.  I’m glad to see a familiar face…”

We don’t chat any longer—he’s needed for another picture.

I walk towards the back.  In the enclosure next to the back wall is a sling, a homemade fuck bench, and a low bench for sitting.  A young man is sitting there.  He is surrounded by hardening cocks.  He moves from one to the other, using his mouth and his hands to get them all to full attention.  The guys make room for me to join the circle.  I’m the seventh or eighth dick to be serviced.  The young guy moves to my cock.  He groans as he swallows me down and my cock stiffens up.

“Fuck me,” says the guy next to me to a man across from him.  They break the circle and the speaker kneels on the fuck bench.  I watch the sizable dick get lubed up and pushed inside the willing man, all while the young man is still working on me.  He pulls off me, stands up and leads me by the dick to the sling.  He hops in.  His legs go up on the straps.  I go to my knees and taste the first of so many holes this evening.  I find his sphincter is tight, with wonderfully puffy ass lips.  He moans as I eat him out.  “Nobody does that,” he murmurs.  I lube myself as I lick.  I stand up.  I connect with the hole, but I can’t get in him.

“Relax,” I say.

“It’s hard, you’re so damn big…”

I go back to lick his now precum slicked hole.  My tongue goes deep inside him.  On the next try with my cock, I push in, feeling his pucker clamp down hard on my dick.  “Fuck….” He croons.

Three men he was sucking earlier come over to watch the fuck.  They play with his chest and his mounded jock.  One of them jerks himself, watching my dick slide in.

“You want a turn?” 

He nods.

“You want another dick?”

The young man in the sling pants out a ‘yes.’

I slide out and let the new guy in.  He fucks him hard and fast, pulling out of him after 20 strokes or so.

I slide back in—easier now that another cock has been in him.  I fuck him until he asks for a break.

“Bring that meat over here.”

It is the larger, older man who is still on the fuck bench.  I kneel behind him, pull his butt cheeks apart and rim his hole.  I love that he’s already had a cock in him.  I stand quickly and insert.  He is great.  He milks me from the moment I enter.  He groans—and so do I.

“You can fuck me anytime tonight!”

And I do.  At least three times in the course of the evening.  This first fuck winds down as a large Black cock, watching us, would like a turn up him.  I give way.

Keshawn finds me.  The sling where I started is now empty.  He jumps in.  I eat his ass as he strokes him mammoth cock.  Soon, I hear another man sucking on him as I eat out his warmed-up hole.  I stand.  The guy sucking Keshawn stops for a moment to watch me fuck into his ass.

“Nice,” he says.  “Can I taste it when you pull out?”

I nod, pleased there are so many piggy guys here.  I plow into Keshawn for the first of many times tonight.  I make him moan a lot.  The guy is back to sucking, well, more licking Keshawn’s cock, so he can see me fuck into that ebony butt.

I pull out.  The guy goes down on me, savoring all of Keshawn’s juices.  The guy licks me clean. 

“Now fuck him some more so I can do it again!”

And I do…

(So much more to come!)

 

The first announced line up of men.  David, who I had had such a good rapport with at this last Fornication Weekend, had to drop out.

Three Working Together as One

 

Another full day here at home doing all the things that have backed up in my absence, before I head south again.

But not to worry.  A hot picture to keep you entertained.  

I have been the guy on the left at least twice in my years of group sex.  Likely a few more…

Even in elementary school I scored high on "Plays well with others."

Watching, Waiting and Hoping

 Near Home—October, 2024

My work trip to Indiana was looming.   I knew I would have little playtime for the next two weeks.  It had only been two days since I got off in the play detailed in the last two posts.  My balls, as I packed my suitcase, urged me to stop and go in search of men.  It was the Saturday afternoon, before I left the next day.  What a good way to prepare for my time away, right?

 

There are two men in the room, the Talker and a big man I don’t know.  I sit in my usual chair.  The man I don’t know is over against the wall that leads to the rest room.  The Talker was in my row, several seats away.  I unzip.  The Talker gestures in disgust at the other man.  I can’t see the problem.  He is avidly watching the straight video and either groping or jerking, I can’t quite tell.

And then the guy takes a hit of poppers.  He screws the cap on and actively begins to jerk what must be a very small penis as I can’t see it at all—only his beefy hand.  After about twenty seconds he makes an odd, but loud, guttural sound with each breath, then his head lolls back and he is passed out, with his eyelids twitching.  Only to awake in another twenty seconds and act as though nothing has happened.

The first time I watch, it’s a little frightening.  The second time the exact same routine is a little laughable.  The tenth time he does it, it is annoying as hell…

I try to jerk.

Now he stops the poppers for a bit.  He gropes himself.  He now makes the same guttural sound any time something ‘hot’ happens on the television screen.  And it’s a good scene.  He is very vocal.  And then he unscrews the cap and begins the whole process again.

The Talker comes and sits next to me.  “For the last hour…” he says, indicating the guy.  We watch as the poppers hit and in moments he passes out.

“I wanted to thank you for telling that hot bearded guy to suck me while you fucked him the other day.  That was hot!”

I nod.

“Let me thank you….” And he goes to the floor.

He makes my cock feel good.  Wet and ready.  The Groaner looks over at us, craning around as he hears the sounds of real sex.  I can’t tell from his expression if he is envious or offended.  The large man takes another hit.  He’s out longer this time.  I nudge the Talker.  I’m worried.  Just as the Talker gets to his feet, the guy revives.  He sits there in a daze.  And then, realizing he’s had more than enough, leaves the room on unsteady feet.

The Talker has a few more choice words for the guy before getting back on his knees and giving me round two.  When his knees tire, he goes out to the store, to talk to the cashier he knows best.

I stroke my wet cock for a long time.

I consider going.  But the porn is decent.  I zone out a little and just pleasure myself.

The door opens.  It is the light skinned Black man who loves my dick, but doesn’t really know what to do with it.  (He is the gentleman who took four inches in his ass, and told he couldn’t believe he’d taken my entire length.  He hadn’t, not even quite half of it…)

He comes over.  We chat.  He pulls me up and leads me to a more secluded chair.  He kneels and begins to work on my cock.  His method is to grasp the shaft at the base.  With his bigger hands, he only has a few inches to work with in his mouth.  He bops his head up and down until it meets his fist around me. 

At first it feels quite good.  But it’s over and over.  Never changing anything.  I get bored quite fast.  I watch the movie, hoping to stay hard. 

Did I mention the slobber?  He won’t swallow—so any saliva my cock is producing in his mouth is drooled onto his fist or my shaft.  Soon we have quite the puddle of the floor.  And my pants.

“Try letting go and going a little deeper…”

He tries it.  Chokes.  And grasps my dick again.

The Talker comes back in.  He stands near us and watches.  The man on his knees dislikes this, but it doesn’t change how he works on me.  The Talker unzips, steps to my side and offers me his cock.  I take it into my mouth.  The man on his knees hates this—but says nothing, only pausing for the briefest moment to shoot me daggers with his eyes.

We go on like this.  The Talker gets bored, wilts and goes back to the retail counter to talk.  I hope this might inspire my sucker.  Nope.  Nothing changes.  I suggest he lick my balls, but they are covered with his spittle and he demurs. 

I finally say I need to piss.  I go into the rest room.  It’s not a total lie, I do need to empty my bladder.  I didn’t think to lock the door.  He follows me in—he is sure I have come in to fuck him in privacy. 

I keep pissing and ask him the time.

He tells me.

I tell him I had no idea how late it was (it’s not)—and need to get home to finish packing.

He sighs. 

I finish pissing and rinse my cock off.  He watches as I dry my hands, then my cock under the hot air drier…

*

Not the way I wanted this visit to go, but I guess the last visit was so good, it all balances out.  I wanted a steamy story to tell here, but I guess this is how you know I really do tell the truth…

Three Scenes in the Bookstore, conclusion: "Damn, You're Big" and "I'm Thirsty."

 Near Home—October, 2024

(This picks up right where we left off, each new scene with a different mood.)

Part Two:  Buddy Fuck

 Sandy Hair pulls himself together, taking his clothes into the rest room to get dressed.  The Voyeur gives me a thumbs up and takes off.  I sit down in the chair that we had just used as a fuck bench.  Soon I hear the rest room door open and Sandy Hair exits the theatre.

The Mexican stands up and waves his erect cock in front of the Talker—who ignores him—hoping for some head.  He brings it down to me.  It’s a small little dick, but he’s hard.  I suck on it.  I feel like he might be close.  He pulls out, calms down and offers it to me again.  We repeat the pattern, but this time his cool down period is spent on his knees, sucking my dick.

The main door opens.  I am surprised the Mexican young man doesn’t get up, though he seems quite happy with a big dick in his mouth.  A white man in his 50’s comes in.  He sits to the side, near the Talker, and across from where the young man continues to suck me.  The newcomer opens his fly and takes out an above average dick.  It hardens fast.  The new guy’s head continually swivels between the two porn screens and the live action happening in front of him.

The Talker reaches for the new dick in the room.   The guy pulls his dick away.  The Talker uses his hand on his own wilting dick.

The Mexican grows tired.  He stands and stretches.  He reaches for the new dick, too.

“Don’t—I don’t want to be touched—just watch,” he whispers in a loud enough voice for all three of us to hear.

The four of us stroke to the porn.

The door opens.  A white guy in his mid-30’s enters.  He is short and compact.  His head is shaved, his beard is groomed close to his face.  Both arms have gorgeous sleeves of tats.  A hairy chest is evidenced by the fur showing at his neck line.   I like the mound of ass his tight shorts show off.  He sits near Don’t Touch Me and takes his dick out immediately. 

Now five of us jerk to the porn.

Don’t Touch Me moves near me, likely so the new guy won’t reach for him.  I stay a moment, and then get up, sitting next to the lithe otter.  His eyes light up when he sees my size.  He nods to me with a ‘May I?’ expression.  I nod.

He goes to his knees.  He has the best mouth of the day, instinctive and busy.  I also admire his cute ass, though clothed, that is on display as he works his mouth over me.  The Talker likes this, too.  He comes over to watch, eventually letting me suck him as my dick is sucked.

Finally, the Otter comes up for air.  He looks over his shoulder and says, “Anyone want to fuck me as I suck this cock?”  This make Don’t Touch Me stand up and move toward us.  So does the Mexican.  I pull off the Talker.

“I think you need to suck this thick cock,” I tell him, showing him the dick that has been in my mouth.  “I’ll do the fucking.”

He nods, eagerly.  He stands and steps out of his shorts.  He’s wearing a hunter green jock—he loves his daddies.  His butt is round and firm.  I get up, too, letting the Talker take my seat.  Tatted Otter kneels and starts sucking the Talker.  I kneel and begin rimming this lovely young ass.  He’s surprised by my tongue, but pleased.  He squirms back on it, helping me open him up.  There is such a difference between the two asses I have had on my face today:  Size, age, hairy/smooth and experience level.

My cock is drooling.  I want inside this guy.  I slap my ass on his hairy butt, pulling it through the now wet hair in his ass cleft.  “You want this cock in you raw?”

He groans assent around the dick in his mouth.  I push in.  He’s tighter than Sandy Hair.  He groans as I bottom out.  “Damn, you're big,” he breathes, pulling off the Talker for a moment.  “You can fuck me hard.”

I begin.  Slowly.  And soon faster and faster.  I am pounding him forward, making his swallow every inch of the Talker’s cock.

The door opens.  It’s a man my age who looks familiar, but I can’t quite place him.  He whips his dick out as he watches me fuck.  I know I am hitting Tatted Otter’s prostate.  His erect cock, encased in the hunter green jock, is dripping steadily.

I slow down and speed up once again.  The Talker shoots into Tatted Otter’s mouth.  TO’s butt squeezes down on me.  Hard.  I think he’s shooting himself—hands free.  My cock gives him a blast of semen.

We disengage.  The Talker biffs me on the shoulder by way of thanks.  I hug Tatted Otter as we both stand.  He quickly dresses and, with a grin at me, goes out the door.  The Mexican, who may have shot to the scene, for all I know, also leaves.

 

Part III:  Domination

“That was hot,” says the new guy I can’t place.  I make a move to go wash some lube off my cock.  “Don’t, I want it like that.”  The new guy sinks to his knees as I stand there.  He hungrily begins to lick Tatted Otter’s ass juices off my still hard cock.

Don’t Touch Me beats his cock like crazy.

Suddenly, I twig.  This is the guy from the other bookstore.  The one that likes to be backed against a wall and face fucked, taking both cum and piss.  Instantly, my hand finds the back of his head.  I hold him in place as I speed up the face fuck.  I hear him choke and release him.  He lets the deep throat spittle drool out of his mouth and down onto his own hard cock.

“Get against that pole,” I tell him.  Don’t Touch Me moves with us.  The moment he kneels, I begin to batter his throat.  To vary it, I pull out and smear his spittle all over his face.  He jerks faster. 

“I’m thirsty,” he begs.

I stop stroking myself for a moment and think about piss.  It’s there.  The beginning spurt hits him on the chin before I bury myself in his mouth.  This actually makes Don’t Touch Me stop stroking.  I’m sure he’s never seen piss feeding live…

I drink a lot of water as I sit in this room.  My bladder’s full—and he gets every drop.  And he wants it all.  My cock his now only semi-hard.  The moment the stream runs dry, he works to harden me right back up.  I begin the face fuck again.  His head occasionally hits the pole with a hollow thumb.

“I’m gonna shoot…Does he want it?”

I smile at Don’t Touch Me.  “Cum on my dick.”

Both men are delighted by this.  DTM strokes out as massive load after all his hand work this afternoon.  Three quarters of it actually lands on my cock—with his dick never touching mine.

“Open your mouth.”  Face Fuck is beating his cock like crazy at the idea of sucking the cum off my cock.  I push just the head into his mouth and hold still.  His tongue cleans.  And swallows.  Two more inches go in.  He licks, swallows and pants.  I push the rest of me inside him; my cummy pubes smashing up against his nose.  I begin a slow grinding face fuck…

He moans, his tongue finds the last of the strangers cum…and he explodes all over himself and the floor.  In two more strokes, I give him what is left in my balls…