New Year's Eve Cum...and a coda

Chicago--January, 2012

By 1:00am guys are getting off and leaving. They have been going at it for three hours. I am busy cleaning up many holes--as dripping cocks are pulling out of creamed asses. Brice, the former title holder, keeps beckoning me over to lick him clean. His hairy ass is currently matted with fresh cum from the pierced Black top. Mark, my piss pig friend and the oldest guy there, is in an amazing dog pile on the bed. Guys are standing in line to use him. He constantly has a cock in his mouth. Rod, the big dicked host is up him. Juan, my load collector, has flipped into top mode and is fucking Rod as Rod fucks Mark. It sends Rod over the edge. I watch Juan pull out, and clean Rod’s cock and felch his load. But not for long. He rises and is up Mark’s slippery chute. I want to be there. But the short black top has other ideas.

He pulls me into the shower area, away from everyone else.

“I don’t think I can drink much more piss.”

He shakes his head. “Suck me off.”

I start to. His cock is fresh from some hole. I clean it. I milk it. My tongue constantly moving around his dripping piss slit.

But he’s not as ready as he thought. I work and work at it.

He’s trying too hard. I switch to licking his balls as he jerks. They have pulled up. I think this might be it. But no.

He pulls me up. “Stick your cock in my ass.” He has not taken cock all night. He bends, holding onto the sink. I kneel and spit on his hole. I stuff some of it in with my tongue. I rise, put m cock head on it, and start to apply pressure.

He shoots.

With just the idea of me up there…

He grabs a towel, so I can’t even clean him off. Though the white cum on his ebony cock is gorgeous.

I go out to the main area, leaving him to wash up. Brice is in my sling. The gorgeous Hispanic with the massive shoulder tat is fucking him. I stand and watch. Carlos is pulling excess cum out of Brice on every stroke. I work myself under the sling so my face is inches from his pistoning cock. I lick the underside on the out strokes. I lick the lower edge of Brice‘s puffy hole. It’s great, but cramped and I can’t linger for long. I roll out, stand and stick my cock up Carlos. I think he loves to be sandwiched like this more than anything. It gives him the best of both sensations. I let him control the strokes. I stand rigid. He fucks into Brice and pulls back onto me. He is breathing heavy after a couple minutes of this.

“Load me.” It’s Brice. “Fill me up, stud.”

Carlos shoots. He bends forward. Brice’s arms hold him. I pull out. I lick the hole I just fucked. Carlos is shaky, but rises and eases his dick out of Brice. I lick it clean, concentrating on getting under the foreskin. He pats me on the head, then turns it toward Brice’s hole. Jeez. There is cum, clinging to his hairy ass, everywhere. I lick all around his hole, not knowing who’s cum I’m swallowing. I dive into the hole. Now Brice is vocal as I ram my tongue into his abused ass. He pushes a wad of it out onto my waiting tongue. Fuck!

I stand and enter him roughly. I think I yell “Fuck” as I unload into him. It’s my turn to pitch forward. Brice holds on to me. And holds. His arms stay in place for long minutes, keeping my cock marinating in his hole. But I’m in no hurry to go anywhere…

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I’m in bed in the guest room/office. I have made regular trips to the bathroom to piss, (surprising the recently adopted cat) but have slept soundly even for the interruptions. I have my leather blindfold on to cut out the light and ear plugs jammed in my ears. It’s still early. I feel weight on the bed. Then arms holding me. A semi erect cock is in my ass crack as he cradles me from behind. I’m sure it’s Rod. I don’t feel much chest hair on my back.

He’s talking in a low voice but I can’t hear. I dig out a plug. “I said I wanted to thank you for the load you left up Brice. We went to sleep as soon as we hit the bed, but 30 minutes later I was awake and eating your load out of him. Then I fucked one of my own up him.” He squeezes me. It’s been so long since I’ve been held like this--but I get rid of that thought fast.

He goes on to ask if the cat joined me in any of my piss runs last night. I guess the cat often pisses right along with the guys in his litter box next to the toilet. Now I know why the cat bears my first name…and I’m honored...