I flew out of St. Louis early on Monday morning with my cock still thinking about the great sex party. I returned to Michigan and did nothing until the weekend. I didn’t want to—I was still sated. I was hoping to get a man or two to my playroom on either Friday night or Saturday, but nothing worked out. I’d noticed an ad for a party in Detroit on Saturday night. It looked like an odd mix of guys, but I ended up deciding to make the drive. A mistake.
Thirteen guys attended.One tight, not very clean motel room.
Four of them were unprepared for anal sex as I found out the hard way.
One was a good fuck bud I knew.One other was a good fuck until it went bad…(see above).
One great felching moment out of my bud, the large load delivered by a cheating husband.Eleven men who thought constant talk was more fun than having sex.
One television with an infomercial blaring away.
I left early. And without getting off. But not alone. I left withOne case of crabs.