Marco and I made the trip into Chicago the next morning with ease. We arrived earlier than expected at Rod and
Brice’s house. We unpacked. I set up the fuck bench in their basement
play area where it joined their sling, rimseat and a double bed you could get
to from all four sides. (I took pictures
of the set-up last year—you can see them here.)
I nap.
It’s 10:00 pm and time to fuck.
The four us go
downstairs. We begin warming each other
up. A blow job, some rimming, and fingers
in Marco’s ass. Nine more men begin to troop through the door, take their clothes off and insert themselves, literally, into
the action playing out in front of them.
A cocky leather
top says he’s always the biggest dick at a party. I make sure he’s watching as I pull out of
Marco’s ass. He doesn’t repeat that
statement again.
Three of us take
turns on Rod’s ass—with him straddling the fuckbench.
Bryce is getting
railed by a tall Black top in the sling.
Marco is on all
fours on the bed. He has had his newly
PA-ed dick in a cute blond man—and now they’ve reversed.
Men occasionally
pause from fucking, take a drink and then move to another clump of sweaty men.
*****
I am under the
rimseat. I’ve been eating out the cute
blond. Bryce arrives. The new ass is thrust down on my face.
“He loaded me.” Bryce
says.
I am guessing it
was fuck in the sling with the big Black guy.
But I don’t care. He is sitting
on the seat and moaning every time my tongue touches his hole. I can just taste the load. I drill deeper. It starts to drip out onto my tongue. I push even deeper.
Bryce moans. “You want it?” He loosens his hole. It’s a slow flow of jizz. It slips out of his well fucked ass and into
my mouth. I groan, muffled by his hairy
ass, and just let the flow continue onto my tongue.
Some one bats my
hand off my cock and sits on it. I can’t
tell who. I just concentrate on the
river of jism cascading out of Bryce. If
this is only one load, I can’t believe the volume. I plaster my mouth around his swollen ass
lips.
A different man
is fucking himself on my dick now.
The flow of jizz
has stopped. I clean him up. I swallow every drop. He gets up.
The dim room feels incredibly bright after being under him. Brice is standing so I still can’t see who’s
riding my cock.
“Don’t get
up. I’ve got something for you.” Rod’s ass replaces Brice’s butt. I dig into the freshly loaded hole…
*****
Rod has gone. (A small load after the glacier that flowed
out of Brice.) Word has spread. Even the tops are sitting on my face to let
me eat them out. I think I’m up to at
least six men but I’ve pretty much lost count.
One more unidentified man has ridden my dick as I rim. I can tell it’s Marco on me now. I can see even less than usual. It’s a big bubble butt filling the seat. I know it belongs to a Black guy. He’s younger than the stud who fucked Brice. He was one of the rotation-on-Rod group. He’s moaning and calling me a dirty slut
between hits of poppers.
Suddenly he
stands up. “Do you face fuck?” he asks,
looking down at me through the closed seat.
I look up past
his dripping fat dick and try to concentrate on his face. “Sure.”
Marco gets off my
dick. The Black guy helps me up and
leads me to the bathroom on this floor. “I
want my face fucked. Hard. It can get sloppy. Ok?”
I nod and he gets
on his knees. My dick is straight from
several asses, but he doesn’t care.
Maybe even likes it. He opens and
I grab his head. And thrust. All the way down his throat. I fuck it—holding him in place. Three or four strokes until I feel him
gag. I pull off, bringing up huge
strands of deep throat spittle.
“Yeah, just like
that!” he tells me. “Do it a—”
I don’t let him
finish. I am slamming my cock into his
throat. His teeth are completely
covered. For all the fucking of his
mouth, I’m never scraped. I pull
out. The spittle covers his chin and one
strand oozes down his naked torso. I mop
it up with my cock head and fuck it back into his mouth.
Again.
And again.
This time he gags
hard enough I think I might have pushed too deep. But he recovers. He looks up at me. His eyes are wet. “Fuck, man.
No one will do this to me.”
I give him
another couple of rounds. My dick is
super wet. I pull him up. “Now bend,” I bark. He grabs the rim of the sink. “I’m fucking your throat slime up that phat
ass of yours.”
“Yes, Sir,” he
all but whispers. “Fuck me, Sir.”
I slam into him with all the force I used on
his throat…
*****
We drink champagne
at midnight. It’s a good change from ass
juice and cum.
I count the
men. I’ve been up all but the four
strict tops. That makes me smile.
I watch my throat
fuckee lead Brice to the bathroom. I’m
pretty sure he’s not going to do the same thing—but I want to know. I follow.
I watch from the open
doorway. Brice is bent over, holding
onto the same rim of the sink. The top
is savagely using his hole. I watch
until he sees me watching him. I walk
forward. He doesn’t stop. I kneel right by Brice’s upturned butt. I watch that big piece of black meat slice
into that hot ass.
I look up at the
top. “Let me taste his ass on your dick. Fuck it into my mouth.”
He just keeps
fucking.
It’s my turn to
use the words he wants to hear. “Please,
Sir, fuck my mouth straight from his ass.”
Instantly he
pulls out and sticks it into my mouth. I
clean it. He rips it out of my mouth and
shoves it back up Brice. Four strokes
into Brice. One into me. Four.
One. Four. One.
Four….he explodes.
I clean his
drooling cock. And get my face pushed
into Brice’s leaking butt. The top hold’s
me in place. I can barely breathe. All I can do is lick out his cum…
*****
(For the record,
30 minutes later I breed Brice in the sling—and have the cute blond felch out my
load.)