Mixing the Loads

Northwest Indiana—July, 2018

I had the next Friday night off as well.  Which was perfect—it was the date of the house party that I have enjoyed so often in the past.  I drove through blinding rain to get there.  Traffic lights were out…and you could barely see if other cars were now treating the intersection as a four way stop.  But I made it.  I parked—and suddenly wondered if I’d come on the wrong night.  The house was in total darkness…

I get a text as I sit in the car, waiting for the rain to let up a little.  It’s the Cub, the PrEPster who I fucked here last month.  He asks if I’m in Indiana.  I tell him yes…and about to go in.  The rain has lessened a little.  I run/walk the dark sidewalk to the front door.  The door is open. 

The first thing I see is the host lighting candles.  He has no power.  It’s gone out moments before.  Little tea candles are everywhere.  About a dozen men are sitting there fully dressed—deciding if they are going to stay and play.  What the fuck?  It’s not like this is something we do in full light.  I strip to my jock and put my boots back on.  I go downstairs to see if anyone else has the same idea.

It is strange not to have the porn projected on the wall.  There is just enough light to negotiate around the backs of the couches there.  It’s darker yet in the back room.  I really can’t see at all.

Two pairs of hands are suddenly all over me.  Cock, balls, ass.  A mouth on my right nip.  My cock is instantly hard.  The jock pouch is pulled away by whoever is kneeling in front of me.  His mouth engulfs my cock.  The man to my side tries to worm a finger into my ass.  I knock that away and he kneels, deciding to eat my ass instead.  I am now sandwiched between two mouths hell bent on giving me pleasure.  I lean slightly, to give the rimmer an easier time.  I am pretty sure the man on my dick has taken out an upper plate—it’s a heavenly blowjob.

I grab his ears and begin to slowly fuck his face, grinding my ass against the tongue behind me on the backstroke.  I love the idea I haven’t a clue with who I’m playing—it just feels good.

At that moment, a guest arrives with a candle—afraid of the dark.  The men stop instantly the moment there is light in the room.  They scramble away.  I tell the new arrival “Thanks.”  He seems incapable of hearing the sarcasm in my voice…

*****

I go upstairs.  There is more light in the back bedroom.  Men stand around watching two hot young men trading blowjobs on the bed.  I drop to my knees in front of a hairy Daddy.  His seven incher is dripping pre-cum.  I swallow it down.  No sense in making a mess on the floor.  He grabs my head instantly.  He’s one of those who has to be in charge.  Fine.  I let him fuck my face.  His boyfriend moves around him and stick a finger up his partner’s ass. 

I get the load without any further work.

******

The Cub arrives.  He gives me a kiss and pulls me downstairs.  His reputation is known to more than me.  The guy I dubbed Harley, for it always looks like he parked his bike outside follows us, stroking his cock.  A versatile in his 30’s, with a beautiful tat on his torso and side also follows us down.  The four of us go to the back bed.  The Cub kneels and sucks each of us in rotation.  He starts with Harley, the smallest of the dicks.  He gets him dripping really fast—enough that Harley tells him to stop.  The Cub moves around to the Tatted Guy.  It’s a nice 7 incher.  The guy loves the attention.

The Cub pulls off him and sucks me.  Tatted Guy leans down and begins feeling up the Cub’s ass as I get sucked.  In moments, TG pulls the Cub off of me and commands him to get on the bed, doggy.  He spits on the ebony pucker and pushes his cock into him. 

“Fuck!” the Cub grunts.  “Fuck me with that raw cock.”

I kneel and give Harley some head as we are waiting.  He stops me, too.  But he keeps on stroking as he watches the shadowy fuck in front of his eyes.

“Next.”  Tatted Guy pulls out of him and moves to the side.  I clean his dick as Harley begins fucking the Cub at a much faster pace.  He pulls out of the tight pucker moments later, determined to last.

I go in.  Fuck.  They have opened his hole perfectly.  I fuck.  Long strokes.  Showing off my big dick to Tatted Guy, who has never seen it before, with each thrust.  I stop finally and let Tatted Guy back up the Cub.

He fucks him for a bit.  Then:  “I can’t cum this way.  Suck me off.”  This last part is to me.  He pulls out of the Cub’s ass and shoves his hard dick into my mouth.  Harley rams home in the Cub.  I don’t have to do much to TG—just run my tongue over his over swollen cock head.  He blows into my mouth with a cry.  I don’t swallow.

Harley convulses.  He’s shooting…but it’s manually, all over the Cub’s ass.  He moves out of my way, telling me to lick up his load.  There is just enough light to see the white cum on the black skin.  I begin reverse felching Tatted Guy’s load into the Cub—who knows just what I’m doing.  “He’s filling me with your cum,” he mumbles to Tatted Guy—who suddenly begins jerking his spent dick as he watches the scene in front of him.  Once my mouth is empty, I swab up Harley’s load.  I work that into him, too.

“Fuck me with all that cum!”

I stand up.  I literally glide into him.  I bottom out in a single stroke.  My pubes become a mass of mixed semen as my cock forces it out of him.  I churn the cum.  Over and over.  Harley takes a finger, swipes some of the mixed loads onto it and moves around to feed it to the Cub.  He sucks that finger like it was a dick.

I pull out.  I kneel and taste the mixed loads myself.

FUCK.

I stand up, push in and shoot.  Rope and rope of jizz blast into him.  A week’s worth of my own cum mixing with the other two loads…

*****

It was the shortest time I’ve ever spent there—but also one of the hottest.  For other House Party stories click the label link below.