Thirteen Cocksuckers

Ann Arbor—March, 2016

Thirteen gay men in a motel room…and not one wanted me to fuck them.

I thought for a moment I’d crossed into the Twilight Zone.

But I’m getting ahead of myself—let me back up for a moment…

With all that’s been going on in my life, I have found it hard to concentrate.  Writing takes a lot of concentration for me—and I left off the saga of my sex life right at the hot and sweaty New Year’s Eve sex party.  Each time I sat down to write it, I couldn’t figure out how to go about it.  I wanted a hook—and I still do.  So I’m skipping it.  I’m also skipping some other really hot stuff that happened in January—and writing up something that happened just now.  Monday, to be precise.  That motel room full of men afraid of a big dick…

I have mentioned Tyler a few times in these posts.  He’s 60, and with a body a good deal younger—trim and fairly toned.  I have detailed a couple of different threeway meets with Tyler and a muscle top named Jerry.   Each time I’d taken my sling to Jerry’s Victorian living room and the two of us had taken turns sticking our Magnum covered cocks up Tyler.

Tyler contacted me sometime before the funeral that he would he hosting a motel party in Ann Arbor in early March.  It was, he told me, a yearly event.  He expected a lot of returnees.  He hoped I might be one of the new ones.  So I went.

I walk into the hotel and turn to the left, just like I know where my room is located.  My guess is right, the sign on the wall confirms.  I follow a distinguished gentleman with perfectly coiffed grey hair.  He thinks he is alone—he can’t hear me six steps behind him.  He keeps tugging at the front of his pants.  Even behind him, I can tell he is checking to see if his Cialis is working.

He knocks.  Tyler, dressed but barefoot, welcomes us in.  I hug him and push into the room.  There is Jerry, fully dressed sitting on one of the two double beds conversing with an early arrival.  I set up my laptop and slip into it some vanilla (but bareback) porn.  The door keeps being opened as I dig out my bottle of water from my bag.  There are six of us now.  All dressed.  No one is making a move.  So I strip.  No jock.  Just my leather wrist band and my athletic socks left on, so I can stuff Magnums and my lube into them.  When I’m naked, Tyler finally notices.

“Let’s get comfortable, guys.”  And everyone starts shedding clothes as I go around and dim the lights.  Of course, one man tosses his clothes on the bed.  He’s reminded gently that we’ll be needing that space.

And the cocksucking begins.  Tyler is down on me instantly.  I am just getting hard as he is called away to answer the door.  Now it’s a flurry of hands and mouths—sucking, probing, caressing, biting, licking and twisting.  I have everyone in the room down on my dick—except the guy with whom I walked down the corridor.  He’s latched onto Jerry and will not let go.  He keeps asking Jerry to fuck him.

I do feel younger looking around the room.  A few are my age, most a little older—or at least look it.  But dicks are hard—and there is some excellent head being given.  I go down on a nice beer can of a dick.  The man sighs and tells the room I’m an expert.  I try to live up to the praise.

When I reluctantly get to my feet to give the next man a turn, the crowd has swollen.  There are now eleven naked men in the room.  Both beds are full and the space between them.  It’s all oral at the moment.  Two on one.  One on two .  Standing.  Prone.  Sitting up on the foot of a bed. 

The new wave has brought in a couple of younger men, too.  Late 30’s early 40’s.  They have mini crowds around them—all wanting to touch.  I see Tyler atop a thick man with a thick cock.  He is putting a condom on it.  I watch him sit down on it—incredibly slowly.  Then I go answer the door.  An Italian looking man, in a leather jacket comes in.  He’s naked in a trice and I’m sucking him to hardness.  Unfortunately, he is so excited by the undulating bodies all around the room, he shoots in my mouth before he reaches full hardness.  And takes off.

*****

I let the corridor fondler suck me.  He’s the oldest man in the room and with the worst technique.  He’s all teeth—and I excuse myself.

*****

I suck on one of the young ones.  He likes my mouth.  It’s easy to service his long, thin dick.  I push him back and lift his legs.  He likes how I eat his hole even more.  Others gather around and hold his legs in place.  I finally stop the rimming and ask if he likes to get fucked.  It’s the first time he touches my dick.  He cradles it in his small hand and says ‘Yes, but nothing that big.’  I go back to my tongue up him.

*****

The other young one is straddling a man lying on the bed.  He is thrusting a slightly above average cock into the prone man’s mouth.  It puts his ass in the perfect position for me to lick his slightly spread hole on the back stroke.  I kneel and do just that.  He groans like I have stuck a hot poker up his ass.  He grinds back on me, calling me dirty names under his breath.  I am sure I will get up him.  The name calling attracts the guy who I rimmed first.  He comes over, watches, then takes a turn licking the man I just got so wet.

We break.  The first rimmee balances on the easy chair in the corner—his ass spread again for my tongue.  I go to it.  I suggest to another guy to taste this hole, too.

Then the other rimmee—the guy who’d been astride—gets on the chair.  I have him panting for a fuck.  I know that breathing.  He needs dick.  I stand up.  He reaches back and grabs my cock to guide it in.  He gasps and turns around.  Had he not seen my dick?  It’s not that dark in the room.  “No way,” he tells me.  “You’d tear me up.”

So the first rimmee with the long slender cock gets to fuck him until the bottom blows his load.

*****

Men are leaving as they get off.  We are down to six or so.

The first rimmee lets me blow him to completion.  Well, sort of.  He yanks it out of my mouth after the first blast and lets the rest of it cover his pubes. 

But he does let me clean him up.

*****

It’s just the three of us.  I assume that Tyler is about to get the fucking I have needed to give all night.  But no.  “I hurt myself with that guy.”

“You were guiding it in so gently,” I tell him.

“He decided I was too slow and just jabbed up.  I should have had you open me up.”

I nod.

And I settle for a rimming by Tyler.  I sit on his face and grind my ass down on him.  I lean forward, swallowing his hard on.  He gives me a load down my throat.

Tyler’s phone goes off.

A straggler.  We let him come.

He’s the youngest and buffest of the night.  Late 20’s or early 30’s.  Beautifully gym built.  And a top.  He’s hung over 7 inches and the slight curve to the left means you have to concentrate in order to suck it. But he finds a fuck rhythm down my throat that makes him very happy. 

He even takes a turn blowing me.  Then he stands up.

“I need to fuck one of you.” 

Tyler melts and thinks with his little head, not the big one.  He condoms the man up and his legs go up in the air.  Too soon, he’s hurting.  Badly enough to stop the hunk.

The new arrival rolls onto his back and jerks.  He allows me to tongue his balls as he flails on his cock.  I move up his shaft so the head is in my mouth as he beats off.  Just my tongue and lips occasionally connecting as he jerks.

“Let me spray it.”

I pull back and let him cover himself.

I dive for the drooling cock head and jerk out my load all over him.

He’s very good about letting me clean him up.