Happy Halloween (part one)

South Bend--October, 2011

I literally just woke up from a nap since I went to an early Halloween party last night--the type where no one needed to wear a costume. I’d been thinking about celebrating the holiday somehow. I was on one of the hook up sites and found this photo of a guy with the most amazing chest. Developed, but not huge. A mega tribal tattoo that looked like it wrapped around one whole shoulder. Taller than my 6’ 3”. We talked. Doug liked my look. He and the host had each placed an ad for a Halloween party on Friday. Doug was reeling them in with his great body. And I was hooked. Somewhere early on, he told me he’d never been fucked in a sling. So we talked to the host and he found room for it. I’m pretty sure this will take more than one entry. Here we go…

It’s not nearly as far away as I think. I park in his drive. Already seven cars are there--and I’m there early to get the sling up. It’s a perfect Halloween feel of a night--crisp, lots of moonlight, clouds moving in a stiff wind. And leaves circling in little eddies on the paved apron. The host shows me in. He has a split level ranch. Upstairs are three play areas: a couch in front of a sizable flat screen TV playing porn. Around the corner is a fold out couch…and down the hall his master bed room. On the lower level there is another fold out couch, a glory hole corner, a bar, a huge projected TV porn room with comfortable couches and a weight room area with pillows and the machine benches. The sling goes right into a corner near the bar--at the foot of the stairs. We will definitely be the center ring….

It’s still early. I get the sling up in no time. I’m trying to talk to people--they all know each other. Most are around my age. Mid 40 to mid 50’s. Well put together. Various body types from tight to not…The drinks are flowing. I clutch my bottle of water. Doug arrives. He’s even better looking than those photos. We mill. Doug is more interested in his beer than getting started--though we’d talked about being the ice breakers.

A bell rings. We troop upstairs. The host hands out bingo cards. Oh, no--what have I gotten myself into? Anytime a number is called on our cards, we take a piece of clothing off. He starts the roll call. I have nothing. To hell with it. I just strip--down to boots, dirty jock and wrist band. Doug is naked--and caressing the only young man there. A bottle blond in his 20’s. I head downstairs, tucking my lube and Magnums into the waistband of my jock….yeah, this is a mixed party--some bare, some covered.

I stand near the sling. I let a number of guys go down on me. Soon, Doug and the 20 year old, Jerry, come down the steps. Doug sees my cock for the first time being Hoovered expertly by the oldest member of our gang. Instantly he leaves the pretty boy. And jumps in the sling. It’s all about his ass. I put restraints on his wrists and secure them to the chains above his head. His long, long legs are in the stirrups. I slip the blindfold in place so he can concentrate on sensation. I kneel in front of his ass. It’s slim, not full at all. My tongue touches his pucker. We both sigh. We are the first having sex. Instantly we are ringed with a group of onlookers. There are hands on his smooth chest, hands on his hairless legs. Someone is leaning over and kissing him. Someone else pushes my head into his ass--as if I’m going to leave that position any time soon. Everyone else is stroking at the living porn show. I tongue--stretching his yielding ass open. He tastes of Irish Spring and a little sweet sweat. As I eat him out, my hands are busy on my cock. It’s hard and ready. I expertly cover it with a Magnum as I continue to rim. I stand up. My cock head pushes into him rather roughly. The crowd eggs me on. Doug is panting and taking it like a man. Jerry watches us fixated. I just know I will have my turn up his pretty young ass tonight. I continue fucking in hard driving strokes. Soon, I stop, stand still and pull him onto my rigid pole. But damn, the sensation is cut in half with the latex. I pull again and again. I see a hot blue collar guy open a Magnum. And yeah, he should wear one. He greases up and I step to the side to let him up Doug’s ass.

I lean over and whisper into his ear, “Just ten minutes and here’s your second cock.” He moans in anticipation. The guy fucks energetically, but soon stops. I taste Doug’s ass. I want to feel how it’s changed in texture. The poundings have really opened him up. He’s starting to get a little puffy. I spit in his hole, rise and fuck him for quite awhile. Finally I pull out. I’d agreed to make sure everyone entered him covered. I whisper to him that I need to piss, should I take the blindfold off? Or get him up? He replies he wants to stay right there. I go up the stairs and hear the chains start to rattle--not sure who is up him now.

I piss. And join in a mass of bodies on the upstairs hide-a-bed. Five of us are all a tangle. Mouths on cocks and asses. At one point I am on my back. My head is ringed by three guys slapping cocks at my face. They all want to sample the talent of the new man. Someone is on my cock--ah it’s blue collar. He sucks. I get lost in serving the three cocks by my mouth. A condom is now on my cock and Blue Collar sits on it. Fuck--I thought he was top. He rides awhile, but it’s too much for him. I spend a lot of time with a slim man, about my age who loves my oral skills. It’s a long but slender cock, so my tongue can be on all sides of it. But he has a slight upward curve so it’s real work to deep throat him. But I enjoy a challenge. Finally I stop--knowing we’ll meet again.

The sling is empty as I return to the basement.

“Will you fuck an old guy?”

It’s the older gentleman who gave such terrific head. He, too, has never been in a sling. I get him in. He becomes very vocal as I rim. By the time I insert my covered cock, he can’t stop his mouth. He has a nice ass--not nearly as talented as Doug‘s, but I learn he rarely gets fucked. He gets a good fucking tonight. He can’t stop thanking me every time we see each other for the rest of the night.

New arrivals have filtered in. We now have about 18 guys there. All playing but two loud drunks.
One of the new recruits ambles over to me at the sling. I know I know him--but can’t place him. As he gets in the sling he mentions the town we met in. Of course--that four way in Niles with the bisexual Hispanic! Tim is slim, hairy and a pig. I lean over to kiss him. But he stops me and whispers: “If you put a condom on, I’ll kick you in the balls.”

We kiss. Deeply and wetly. I tongue his ass. I swear he’s already had some one up him. But he swears not. Just his natural lube. I get harder than I’ve been all night as I slip into his raw hole. Fuck. That’s how it’s suppose to be. We fuck. I rim. I let his taste his hole on my tongue and beard. We fuck. I rim some more. Guys watch. They leave we are so into each other.

Finally, we both need a break. I go upstairs. The guy who loves my mouths says he wants more. I drop to my knees. He’s close to cumming. I can tell instantly. He was doing a steady drip before--now it’s running out of his cock. I do all my tricks. He fucks my face.

“Do you want it?“

I grunt a “Yes.”

Suddenly it’s there. He tries to get it straight to my throat but I pull back--I want to taste it. A large load, sweet and ropy. He thanks me. I smile. He has no idea I haven’t swallowed. Where’s my pig? I finally find Tim on the pillows in the weight room, ass up, hoping for a cock. Instead he gets my mouth on his ass. I pull his cheeks apart and reverse felch the load into him. He can feel it. He knows.

“You fucker.”

“Yeah,” I mumble around his ass lips.

I push it as deep as I can with my tongue. I pull him into doggie position.

“Now I’m gonna fuck it into your guts.”

And I do.
　
More to come…..