Will Throws a Party--In the Bedroom

St Louis--February, 2012

This continues immediately where we left off  HERE.


I am in some sort of heaven reserved for pigs.

I’m brought back to reality as I feel a thick finger work it’s way up my spread ass. I look behind me--the African-American top slaps his large drooling cock against my butt cheek and reaches for the lube…
“Whoa.” I step to the side, pulling out of Will’s ass and getting the finger out of my butt in one motion. “No way.” He grins at me. “You should fuck your host,” I tell him.

He does. His thick cock disappears up Will. His balls make a terrific slapping sound against Will’s ass. I watch for awhile, then go sit for a moment in front of the porn. Instantly the bottom half of the older couple is between my legs. He is treating my cock to the perfect blow job. He licks. He swallows. He nuzzles. He worships. He deep throats it. When he comes up for air, the long mucous strands, glint in the light from the porn. I get him up, and bend him over the back of the couch.

“Go slow. Please.”

I slap my overly wet cock against his hole. He reaches back with his right hand and pulls his cheek to the side. Now I have to stick my tongue up his tight looking pucker. I kneel, and pulling the other cheek back myself, I flick my tongue across his hole. The effect is electric. He shivers. I work the point of my tongue into him. He flowers open. I’m deeper, faster than I expect. He’s all soap and sweat, his smell makes my cock drool. I don’t rim for long--I can’t wait to slip into his ass. I rise, my cock head pushes in and he lets out a groan of pleasure that the entire house can hear. I work the length of my dick in slowly.

“Fuck me hard.”

He’s changed his tune. I pull out almost the entire way. And slam it home.

“Yes! Fuck me.”

Trussed Up Cock arrives. He stands on the sofa and sticks his cock in the bottom’s face. He natters on about spit roasting. I am truly pummeling his ass. Grunts of happiness are unmistakably coming from his cock filled mouth. I slow after a time and invite Trussed Up to take a turn. I let the bottom clean my dick, but then I go find Will and the new recruits.

Two more Black guys, both quite short, are taking turns up Will with the first Black top. One shoots almost on entry and takes off. The other newbie steps up and inserts…

Brian comes up behind me and tells me he wants me in the far bedroom. I fuck a new arrival--someone I can barely remember anything about now. I hate that, but it’s the truth.

An hour has passed. Will is out of the sling, letting the older bottom stirrup up. Will has sprawled on the bed in the far bedroom. When I put my head around the door, it’s obvious the older top has just unloaded deep in his host. Will notices me and motions me over.

“I have more for you.” I get up on the bed and dig into the fresh load in him. The top watches, stroking his all but spent cock. It’s thick and ropy. With a sizable amount in my mouth, I move up Will’s barrel chest and snowball it into his mouth. He groans, lapping at my mouth hungrily. The top bends in for a three way sharing of his load. We become a mass of tongues and mouths; saliva and cum.

I fuck Will with the remains of the load.

I am on the brink of cumming, but can’t quite manage the load drop.

I pull out, winded, and sit on a couch near the bed.

Fresh from the sling, the handsome Black top enters our room. He sticks his sizable cock in my mouth. I stroke and I try to swallow it all. My eyes screw shut. He pulls out. I lean back into the couch. My swollen cock smacks against my stomach. I need the moment just to sit.

I feel a hand on my cock. I don’t open my eyes. Someone is sliding their ass down on me. I’m about to tell Will I need a moment--I open my eyes to do so. And it’s the handsome Black top, impaled to the hilt.

“Wha--”

“Fuck me, man. I knew I couldn’t take you until I got a small cock up there. And a load.”

My feelings of being rather spent vanish. He’s in control of the thrusts, but I concentrate on squeezing my ass shut to expand my cock head deep in his guts.

When his legs give out, I get him up on the bed, doggy. I eat some of the load left (I’m told) by the short Black guy. I fuck some more.

Brian joins us. “Now that’s the last thing I expected. Let me have some of that.” I pull out. Trussed Up Cock is right there to clean me. Brian fucks the Handsome Top, moving the entire bed across the floor.

I fuck him again.

Trussed Up Cock fucks him. And explodes up his ass. “Shit,” He groans. “Take my swimmers.”

I’m there to clean him up. The handsome top hasn’t moved. He knows what I want. I lie down on the bed.
“Sit on my face,” I tell him. He swings around, until he is standing over me. He lowers his full ass slowly to my face. I can see the white cum glisten against his ebony skin. Will quickly feeds me some Jungle Juice Platinum. My head whirls and his ass is on my face. It’s sealed shut with the fullness of his butt cheeks. I tongue. I swallow. I lick. I dig deep for the load. I think I hear moans, but I can‘t really hear. It’s all about tongue and hole.

I gasp. I need air. The poppers and lack of oxygen have taken me right where I love. I’m stroking, but it’s habit. My hand is pushed away and a mouth replaces it. I tap his thighs. I need him to get up.

I need air. Now.

He doesn’t move.

My head is swimming. Muddled with sex and a seed of panic.

I push against his thighs. He adjusts slightly.

And air rushes into my lungs. I gasp.

“Eat the rest, baby.” And he settles on my face once more.