Welcoming in 2015--the New Year's Eve Orgy

Chicago—December, 2014 & January, 2015

After we cleaned up after our morning fist session, Marco and I were packed and on our way (slightly ahead of schedule) to South Bend to pick up Ryan.  These two had never met, but seemed to hit it off quite well.  In the car, Ryan and I commented on how much less snow there was than last year, when we hosted the group at a Chicago motel.  I was relieved that the party was back where it started— in Rob and Brice’s basement playroom.

We went in and were greeted with hugs as the dogs yapped at us.  A quick unload of the car.  Bryce took us downstairs to set up the fuck bench.  Their sling was up.  The big screen television was ready for bareback porn.  A double bed was in front it, approachable from all four sides.  I set up the fuck bench so the users could watch the action in the sling.

“Didn’t you say you’d bought a rimseat?” I asked.

And there, in the door, was Rod bringing it in.  “You know we bought this for you.”  We decided to put in in the middle of the room with a large leather throw under it.

After a cup of tea, I napped in the king sized bed (which I’d eventually share with Marco) as the men cleaned up and cleaned out.  Ryan had the room I used to have upstairs, near the master bedroom.

Rod and Bryce put the guest list together.  It consisted of men they had played with before.  It turned out to be a slightly smaller group—but the quality level was high.  At the appointed hour we all troop downstairs.  I was in my yellow jock, chaps, harness and boots.  Ryan was in his assless briefs.  The other three were all in variations of jocks and boots.

Rod is just younger than me with a thick head of prematurely grey hair.  He has a big dick which he uses just as much as his talented ass.  Bryce is slightly younger, dark, hairy and a former leather title holder.  His ass can milk cock with the best of them.  He has a weakness for size up his hole.  It’s been a while since I tried to describe Marco.  An otter in the gay lexicon— he is short, hairy all over with a forest of thick black hair on the cheeks and crack of his ass.  He is one of the most talented fisting bottoms I know.  And I would guess the youngest man there having just turned 40.  You’ve seen enough pictures of Ryan and your author.

We were horned.  We did not wait for the guests to arrive.

Brice has been admiring the fuck bench.  I direct him to get right on it.  Marco sucks Ryan on the bed as I start rimming Brice.  I am not sure, but I think I taste cum.  I stand up and shove my cock into him.  Brice groans out a hot “Fuck me.” 

I do.  My balls slap at his ass.  Rod walks around and feeds Brice his cock.  I fuck hard enough, that I am shoving Brice down on his partner’s hard dick.  I pull out.  A pearl of cum oozes out of Brice’s hole.

“It’s mine,” says Marco.  “I loaded him while you napped.  I know you love to fuck in cum.”  I grin.  “And I have Brice’s load up me.” 

Fuck, yes! 

I pull Ryan up and stick his face into Brice’s cummy hole.  He felchs a little and fucks him.  I get Marco into the sling.  I want to taste Brice’s load.  Rod goes to answer the door.

Rod brings back a man who looks like he could do porn.  I would guess he’s in his mid-30’s.  He reveals a stunning body as he rips off his clothes.  The spot light on the sling spills onto him and shines on his black skin.  His long dreadlocks swing wildly as the -shirt comes off over his head.  Then the white jockeys come down.  He’s hard.  I remember that thick fucker from previous years.   Brice gets right back on the fuck bench.  Dreadlocks tells him he is going to fuck him.  I’d forgotten his sexy, thick African accent.  I watch him sink his dick into the Brice’s hole—the hole that has already had three cocks up it.  I push mine into Marco’s loaded ass.

*****

Scott arrives.  He’s a mid-40’s blond.  His assless briefs show off a mound of ass flesh that makes my mouth water.  Ryan is pulled to him like a magnet.  A much as I’d like to get into the new ass, I want to taste Brice’s ass now that four cocks and one load have been in it.  I lead him to the rimseat.  I get under it.  Brice sits carefully.  My tongue snakes out.  Jackpot.  It’s incredibly wet—so different from those first moments of eating him out.  Brice moans.  He’s been known to shoot as I felch loads from his ass.  I don’t think he will tonight—having shot that preliminary load up Marco for our fucking pleasure.

I pull my tongue out.  A mini river of Marco’s cum slides out of him and into my waiting mouth.  I have to stop touching my cock.  A mouth replaces my hand, giving me expert oral service.  I can’t tell who.  And I don’t care.  I go back to lapping at Brice’s wet ass.

The mouth is replaced by someone’s ass.  I am being ridden by someone.  I’m not sure who---but I can guess.  I am pretty sure it’s Rod.  When he tells Brice to move, I know I’m right.  Brice stands and steps away.  Rod bounces on my cock a couple more times than gets off me and sits on the seat, offering me his freshly fucked hole.  I dive in. 

Another mystery ass is riding my dick as I rim out Rod.  Eventually I learn it is Scott.  He soon replaces Rod on the seat.  I get my first taste of Scott.  “Three dicks and your tongue…” he mutters to no one in particular.  I eat him out even more eagerly.

*****

Scott is as turned on by rimming as I am.  He actually spends more time under the seat and eating hole than I do. 

*****

Dreadlocks is still fucking Marco.  Marco is bearing down on his thick dick.  I can see Dreadlocks is getting close to shooting.  I go over to him.  I whisper in his ear, “Fill my boy up.  Cum in his hole.”  The ass pounding gets louder and heavier.  “You know I want to eat your load out of him.”  I’ve flipped the switch.   Dreadlocks grunts out his orgasm and Marco’s ass clenches down on him.  They kiss.  Dreadlocks knows the drill and delights in it.  He pulls out and lets me clean every drop of white cum off his black cock.  When he can’t take anymore, he shoves my face into Marco’s dripping ass.

Oh, fuck it’s good.  I can’t stop licking—cleaning his ass.  Getting him ready for the next.  And I am good.  I share the dripping hole with Rod.  Dreadlocks goes home to his partner to ring in the New Year.

*****

More arrivals—an inter-racial couple.  The white half is Jason.  He looks like a biker—tattoos, skin head and a thick chest.  His partner, Al, is a very light skinned black.  Both are tops.  Soon we are all circling the bed—three bottoms are ass up on the bed and the four tops make the rotation until we have fucked everyone.  Scott closes his eyes so he deliberately doesn’t know who is pounding his ass.

*****

We pause to drink a toast at midnight.  But we are there to fuck not drink.  Marco gets Brice to fist him.  He has multiple full body orgasms.  I hear the first of them as I ask Jason, the biker top, if he likes to be rimmed.  He grins and in answer gets on the fuck bench.  I love eating top ass.  He tells me no one ever does this for him.  I eat and spit making his hole as wet as any of the men taking cock.

*****

Jason goes off to fuck  Marco in the sling.  Marco is the cum magnet tonight.  Jason loads him.  I repeat the cleaning and the felching.  I share this load with Ryan.  Soon I am fucking in the remainder.  I could easily cum in him too, but I remember my manners.  I force myself to stop and go find one of the hosts to load.

It’s Rod.  On the fuck bench.  I am so ready.  I taste his hole—slip in—and shoot.  It feels like I am turning my guts inside out after three hours of fucking.

He makes me stay in him a long time.  Marinating in the load.

He writes me later that he loved the fact that I was his first load of 2015.

Ryan gets off later that night—you should let him tell you how…