Six Man Felch

Kalamazoo—October, 2013

 

I was back at Willie’s house on a Saturday afternoon late in the month.  He had hosted the breeding of the Farm Boy in September.  Once again I found parking right across the street from his house, now fully decorated for Halloween.  Willie let me in.  I stripped off in a far corner of the living room, watching the guys (all in their mid to late 40’s) start to play.  There were six of us this time.

Willie, wearing a white cloth jock and sweat socks, left me to go back to sucking a dirty blond guy who carried a little extra weight.  He had a hefty cock that Willie deep throated with no problem.  The bottom of the day was sprawled on the ottoman in front of the sofa.  He was the youngest of the bunch and someone I’d talked with online for years, but had never met.  He wore a blue jock, a leather bulldog harness and boots.  He got up on all fours and began sucking the hottest man in the room.  The hot guy was no stranger to the gym—his hairy chest was defined and his arms bulged.  His cock wasn’t huge, but, I was to learn, it was always hard and ready.  The last guy—dark complexion, dark hair, and with a moderately hairy chest— seemed rather shy as he sat on the couch and jerked, watching the action unfold around him.

I was down to a clean jock, and put my boots back on.  Willie had told me the bottom liked leather.  I opted to leave my chaps in the bag and just add the harness.  I wasn’t going to still be dressing as the first cock went up that hot ass on the ottoman…

 

I start right where I knew I would—kneeling behind the Bottom who is still giving head to the Hot Guy.  His ass is spread wide in that position.  My tongue can push right into his hole.  The Bottom groans.  So do I.  His hole is just made for fucking.

“You like that hole?”  It’s the Hot Guy.  “I fucked him so hard last night.  I shot up him twice.”

This makes me groan again.  I can’t wait to taste load in there.  I stand.  I let my cock lie on the top of his now wet ass crack.

“That’s a big one, fucker.  Fuck him with that thing.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.  I push into him.  I make the Bottom gasp so loud, he forgets to suck.  He just concentrates on making my dick feel welcome.  I give him a second, and then begin a slow pull back.  The Bottom slurps the Hot Guy’s cock back into his mouth.  I ramp up to a fast fucking tempo.  I am fucking his head into that cock in front of him.  The Hot Guy pulls out of his mouth and comes around to me.  I disengage and step to the side.  Hot Guy lets the shiny head of his cock rest on the already puffy hole.  I spit on his cock.  Hot Guy grins and pushes in.

The Dirty Blond has moved into the Bottom’s mouth.  Willie is sucking the Shy Guy on the couch.  I move around and play with the Dirty Blond’s nipples.  He jerks my wet dick.

The Dirty Blond fucks him next.  Then it’s me again, followed by the Hot Guy, the Dirty Blond and finally the Shy Guy.  Willie is busy sucking the cock of whoever is not doing the Bottom.  I clean each cock as it’s pulled out of the Bottom’s ass.

***

We all take a breather and sprawl on the couch, the ottoman or the floor.

The Hot Guy leans over the Bottom.  “Is it all right?” he asks softly.

“Yeah, you need to feel those dicks.”

“I’d promised him that he could take all the loads,” Hot Guy tells us, “but I really want to get fucked today.”

Dirty Blond and I look at each other.  We have no problem with that at all.

Hot guy starts with Dirty Blond. “Since he’s not quite as big as you,” he tells me.  He bends over the end of the couch.  Dirty Blond takes his time and opens him up.  At the same time I get the Bottom on his back on the ottoman and fuck away.  That leaves Willie giving head to the shy one.  Dirty Blond pulls out with a joking “Next!”  I am ready to go, but surprisingly, the Shy Guy is there and up Hot Guy before I can stop fucking.  The Dirty Blond comes over and takes his place up the bottom.

The Shy Guy doesn’t spend very long up the Hot Guy.  I taste what the two cocks have left up the Hot Guy’s hole.  He groans and tells me to eat him out.  I lick and spit.  When I finally start working my cock into him, I have to stop—he’s still so damn tight.  I press forward.  He suddenly flowers open and I glide on home.  His ass feels totally different.  He’s muscular and tight.   I have to grab my balls and twist.  I think I might cum.  I recover and fuck him until he asks me to stop.

Hot Guy thanks me and stretches.  He is ready to fuck.  Shy Guy pulls out of the Bottom.  Hot Guy goes right up the well fucked hole.  “Yes!” he crows and shoots up the Bottom.  I clean his cock, then felch a little of the load he’s shot.  Shy Guy wants to go back in.  He pushes in and is really pounding the boy. 

“Fuck in all that cum,” I tell him.  This causes the Shy Guy to shoot load two up the Bottom.  He pulls out.  He can’t bear the idea of my licking his cock.  He dresses and leaves while I felch some of his load.

When I come up for air, I see Hot Guy riding Dirty Blond’s cock as they sit on the couch.  I push my cock into the sloppy hole.  It feels incredible with the two loads.  My big cock head pulls some out with each stroke.

Dirty Blond is breathing fast.  “I’m going to shoot.” 

“Do it,” grunts the Bottom.  “Give him a load.”

With permission given, Dirty Blond howls out his orgasm. Hot Guy grinds down onto him. 

I ramp up the fucking.  I watch the Hot Guy slowly pull off the spent cock.  One long strand of semen keeps them connected for a moment.  That sends me over the edge.  I spew every drop of seed I can up the Bottom’s grasping hole.   I close my eyes and bend over him, holding on to him with all my might.

I don’t know how long I stay there like that.  I don’t move until I feel a hand on my ass.  It’s Hot Guy.  “I need to drop another load.”  I move up and away from the Bottom.  Hot Guy sticks his dick into all that cum and shoots the moment he feels it slime his cock.  “Fuck!”

Willie explodes—jerking off on the Bottom’s face.

I kiss the Hot Guy.  He grabs my shoulders and pushes me down.  “Felch it, man.  Eat all those loads.”

I don’t need any encouragement…

Willie and I in the photo shoot "On the Tracks"