Centerpiece of the Orgy

Grand Rapids—April, 2017

A couple of weeks before I left for CLAW, the fourth orgy with the group of like minded barebackers was announced.  My friend the Professor had expressed interest in attending one of their gatherings after reading the write-ups of the first three.  The timing worked for both of us—and he drove up from his southern city to Michigan--three quarters of the way through the month.  We had dinner and caught up on each other’s sex lives over a scotch that night.

The next day I packed the sling and the rimseat before we drove north and got a motel near the airport.  The Professor wanted to be prepared to be versatile. I left him to it and went out for coffee.  Soon enough, we took off for the party—arriving so I could set the sling up in the bedroom before most of the other men arrived.  The sling fit perfectly in the space the host had cleared for me and I tucked the rimseat into a corner near the bed.

“We might have a bigger crowd,” the host told us when I rejoined and the Professor downstairs.

“How many do you think?” I asked as I unbuckled my belt.

“Forty responded, so maybe eighteen to twenty,” he said with a grin.  “This may be the last one until fall.”

Twice as many men, I thought—and my cock jumped slightly in my 501’s.  I also noticed that the host had set up the downstairs, too.  Now there were three play areas—upstairs there was the communal bed, the sling and now two covered couches set up where the dining room table usually stood.

The door kept opening and men arrived.  Many regulars I knew from the three previous parties—and men who were brand new to me.  I got out of my clothes in a hurry….

I am pissing in the bathroom.  I have left the door open—after all, the men here are aware of my screen name.    I feel the presence of a man behind me.  I turn.  His naked frame fills the door way.  This handsome stranger walks in, mid-piss.  He is my age, tall, muscled and has the kind of hairy chest that makes me think of Robert Mitchum. His cock is growing.  It brushes against my hairy thigh as my piss runs out.  It’s every bit as big as mine.  He takes my shoulders in his hands and whispers in my ear:  “I’ve read your profile.  I want to watch you fuck my boy.”

“Sure.”

He squeezes my shoulders again.  I really want to drink his piss as a way of sealing the deal, but he’s out the door and up the stairs to the bedroom.  I try to stuff my dick in my jock and follow.

The room is awash with naked men:  On their knees sucking cock, getting sucked, on the bed in a sixty nine, on all fours getting rimmed.   The bathroom intruder has his big cock in the mouth of a young man on all fours.  The top nods at me as a man in his early 40’s kneels and starts to suck my dick.  This must be his boy.  I let him get me to full hardness.  He pulls off my dick and sighs in satisfaction.

“I want your ass.”

We take over a corner of the bed—with him on all fours.  I kneel and tongue his hole.  He tastes of the perfect mix of sweat and soap.  And he’s hairy enough to get my cock drooling.  I stand up and enter him.  It’s a slow glide all the way in—he’s used to big cock—and loves it. I make eye contact with his partner, who nods approvingly. 

I look in the other direction and see The Professor getting some head from the host.  The unmistakable sound of someone shooting happens from across the bed.  The young man has milked out the first load of the evening in the first 30 minutes of play.  The big dicked top is quick to push into the spunked out hole.  He announces to the room how much he loves to fuck in fresh cum.  He doesn’t for long.  The young man milks a load out of him, too, in record time—making the top sound both surprised and pleased as he grunts out his orgasm.

I continue fucking his boy as I watch the Professor move behind the young man.  He guides his wet cock into the wetter hole of the young man.  For a moment, I watch the Professor fuck him.  Then I get busy tasting the ass I just fucked.  When I stand up, I let another man go into him.  I move around the bed and let a man suck my cock—who comments on how good it tastes with ass juices on it.  We are right next to the Professor, who is still fucking the loaded young man.  Suddenly, it’s the Professor’s turn to be surprised.  “I’m cumming…” he announces, every bit as surprised as the man before him.

I kneel and taste this triple loaded ass.  I sigh---this is one of the main reasons why I love group sex.  I thrust my tongue into him.  The young man squirms and his hole pushes out a huge dollop of cum onto my tongue.  “That what you want, fucker?” he groans.

“I want to churn it,” I tell him the moment I have swallowed the triple mix of seed.  I stand and push in.  I fuck eagerly.  I can understand how the three men came faster than they expected.  The boy feels like velvet.  The lube of semen is amazing.  And his milking technique is what only a few bottoms seem to figure out.  I stop thinking about all that.  I pull out for a second, my cock coated.  The young pig swivels and expertly cleans my dick of all the men’s juices he’s had in his ass.

I fuck him again—before making way for his fifth cock—and likely his fourth load.

He becomes the centerpiece of the evening.  On all fours, he dominates the bed—and for the first 90 minutes of the gathering he is the hole into which every man wants to stick his cock.  And more often than not, he’s loaded.  (It seems like every one is a multi-cummer but me!)  It doesn’t hurt that he’s a good 10 to 20 years younger than the other men, or that he’s thin, toned, tatted and cute.  But it’s his talented ass that keeps him busy.

*****

I play with many others.  Always keeping a watch on the young man.

After his cumming, the Professor took a little break, but he is now in full bottom mode.  I watch him get fucked on the bed.  When the top pulls out of him, I ask if he wants to get into the sling.  He does.  I love the used, if not cummy taste of his hole.  He seems to love the feel of my dick thrusting into him after months of not seeing each other.

We break and he heads downstairs where there seems to be a ton of action.  I don’t make it there for the young bottom has come over to me.  “Sling?”  I ask.

He gets in.  I smile—he can get into the stirrups with no help. 

I kneel.  His ass is wetter than before.  “How many loads are in there?”

“I’ve lost count…”

I dive in and tongue him hungrily.

“…at least 10…”

I squirm into him harder.

“…likely more.”

I can’t reach them the way I want.  I stand up.  I’ll use that flared cock head of mine to pull some out.  I fuck him hard.   Chain rattling hard.  A man sticks his cock in the boy’s mouth.  I pull out, pulling a drool of cock scum out of  his puffy ass.  I kneel and clean it up.  When I stand, he pulls off the cock in his mouth and shoots me a look of pleading—for a taste of what I’ve just eaten.  I bend down and kiss him.  His tongue invades my mouth. 

I fuck.

I lick up the cream running from his hole.

We kiss.

“I need you on the rimseat.”

“Fuck, yeah.”

We leave the sling, I get under and he sits.  I feel a man straddle my chest to fuck the boy’s mouth.

My tongue prods him.  And he flowers open.  He has a rosebud and I didn’t know it.  His prolapse fills my mouth.  Dripping everyone’s cum onto my tongue…

*****

I remember the Professor fucking and creaming another man at the end of the evening.  But I don’t remember how I got off.  We’ll leave it open for now….and I bet I’ll get an email reminding me….