"Have we got a cock for you"

Detroit—October, 2012

I spent the night in Detroit after the gangbang.  I was exhausted, in the best possible way.  Of course I was on the hook up sites by the next morning.  By chance, I began talking to a couple who had been to the earlier gangbang that month.  They had admired my cock, and wanted to play without the restrictions of just topping the designated bottom.  We agreed to meet in the afternoon.  I packed the sling up, visited my Dad, ate lunch, and went to their home.

They had converted an upstairs bedroom of their small, comfortable home into a playroom.  There was a bed, a huge television playing porn, a canvas sling on a frame—and a video camera pointed to the business end of the sling.

Tom is in his late 40’s. He is of average height, justly proud of starting to lose some extra weight, has an extremely furry chest and is a versatile bottom.  His partner, Dylan, is twenty years younger, about the same height, a good deal slimmer and is a top who is exploring his bottom side.  I knew just what was expected of me….

Tom is in the sling. I am deep into his seemingly bottomless ass.  Dylan is off to the side, looking at the video monitor.  “Damn,’ he chortles, “fuck him harder.”

I do.

Soon Dylan appears with a still camera.  He bends in to get close ups of my cock entering his boyfriend.  He taps my thigh, wanting me to spread my legs, so he can crawl between them and take pics from below.  I do.  I make sure to pull almost all the way out of Tom’s hole so he can capture the length of my cock.  I feel his tongue on the underside of my shaft.  Nice.  Dylan is as big a pig as I am.

Dylan spells me, taking a turn in Tom’s ass.  I work Tom’s nipples with my fingers and teeth.  And I am right there to clean Dylan’s cock when he pulls out.  I sink back in.  Dylan disappears to the monitor.  He adjusts the camera to see more of the actual penetration.  I hold up my trusty egg headed dildo to the camera.  Tom, eyes closed, barely murmurs as it slips into him.  Not so, when I add my cock alongside it.

“Shit!” he groans.  “What is that?”  I tell him as I continue to fuck.  I’m pretty sure it’s the only way a double fuck is going to happen today.  The toy has made his hole tight again.  He feels really smooth and silky on the top of my cock, which is exposed to his ass.  I love the contrast of the ribbed silicone below me.  I ask Dylan if he wants to try it, but he’s too busy.

Tom takes a break.

I sit and watch porn.

Dylan is back.  I eat his ass on the bed—hairy and delicious young flesh.  He eats mine, with me sitting on a crate at the foot of the bed, my arms crooked around my long, long legs.  I coax him into the sling.  I am trying to enter his tight hole as Tom comes back into the room.  He sits on the bed and encourages me to open up his partner.  Dylan is clenching his hole tighter and tighter.  He’s looking at my meat in the overhead mirror.  And panicking.  I blindfold him with a convenient bandanna.  It does the trick.  With a little more rimming and some steady pressure, I’m up him. 

To the hilt. 

I hold.

I fuck slowly. 

“Plow him good and hard,” Tom tells me from the bed, where he is groping his cock. 

I build my tempo and slam into him.  Dylan grunts encouragement. 

I fuck until I’m winded.  It’s my turn to sit down.

Eventually I get them side by side on the bed, both doggy style.  I slip up Tom.  “Kiss him,” I mutter.  Dylan is right there, kissing his boyfriend as I start to finger his hole.  Without warning I pull out, and enter Dylan’s ass.

“Fuck!”  he moans.

My fingers find Tom’s hole and play with it as I fuck Dylan so hard, my balls begin to throb from slapping against him.

Then I pull out and slip back up Tom.  Five, six strokes in him.

Five in Dylan.

Five in Tom.

Three.

Three.

One.

One.

My cock is battering both asses. Finally I stop.  I sit between them.  I allow myself to catch my breath.

“You know who we should call?”  asks Tom.

“Teddy,” says Dylan.

Tom sits up.  “Is it okay if we get you another bottom?”  I shrug.  “He lives really close.  I promise you’ll love his ass.” 

Dylan goes for the phone on the night stand.  He dials and walks to the top of the stairs, just out of sight.  After a brief hello, I hear “Have we got a cock for you.  Get over here.  Now.”

In no time Teddy is there.  Early 40’s and Italian. There is unruly dark hair everywhere on him—except his shaved head.  He takes one look at my cock as he enters the room and falls to his knees.  It’s instant attraction.  I am drooling precum after the work out I’ve had—and from the sight of Teddy.  He strips down to reveal a gym built body with one large tattoo on his left shoulder that wraps onto his back, down his bicep and gets lost in the hair on his chest.

“Let me ride it.”

He sits on me with nothing but his spit on my cock.  His ass is heaven.  He’s one of those men who can milk your dick with every stroke.  He faces me and I watch him slam himself down on me.  I could cum right now.  But I don’t.

Soon, I have him on his back on the bed.  I’m plowing deep.  I bend to kiss him, but his mouth turns away.  He milks me more.  I could cum.  But I don’t.

I wait for the sling.  I’m pounding into him.  The guys are rooting me on, telling me to breed their friend. 

I fuck.

I taste his hole.

I push in, just in time, and cream his ass.  I hadn’t cum the day before at the gangbang.  I feel like I am shooting gallons into his ass.  He clutches my shaft, even harder. 

“Pull out carefully,” he cautions me, “I want it all left up my hole.”