The Centerpiece of the Party

Grand Rapids—January, 2020

I got home easily, if slightly tired, after my repeated late nights in Canada and the lengthy drive.  I rested up for a day—and headed north on the weekend.  Saturday was the monthly meeting of the bareback orgy group. I remembered to toss the rimseat in the car as requested.

I was among the first there.  I set it up in the bedroom, now converted to playroom.  It went in the corner, so it was out of the way—and so you still had access to the leather covered bed from all four sides.  The host’s sling was hung and the room darkened just enough to see, but with no glare.  I went back downstairs to strip.

I decided not o go with the leather that night.  Just the Fukdto jock and my boots.  There were about six other men around me shedding their clothes.  Two more came in as I folded my jeans and stowed them away.  I nodded to the blond cub who was a regular—but his friend was new to this group—but I was sure I knew him.

I worked through my mental rolodex.  Yup.  I had met him five years ago or so at both IML and CLAW.  I even helped get him gangbanged in Cleveland.  He still looked like he was in his 20’s which is impossible.  He has a thin, tight body and a bubble butt made for cock.  Matt changed into a white A-shirt that contrasted with his deep chocolate skin tone beautifully.  His designer jock, with sneakers and a brimmed cap completed his fuck ensemble. 

We went upstairs…

The Blond Cub is up Matt.  Everyone else is sucking dick or getting head—but those two have leapt right in.  Matt is on all four and taking the cub’s driving thrust with ease.  I can already smell the poppers.  I let a new guy spend some good oral-get-acquainted-time with my cock, but keep an eye on the fucking.  I watch the Blond Cub give way to another horny, older man.  Matt gleefully cleans the Cub’s dick.

I thank the newbie and he crawls to another duo and licks the balls of the lucky man getting a blow job.  I move to Matt.  I replace the Cub in his mouth.  The older guy is already winded from his fuck.  The Cub goes back up Matt.  I stay there, getting head and watching the Cub’s thin tool open up Matt’s hole.

The Cub pulls out.  I bend and clean him off, getting my first taste of Matt in years.  The Cub groans, pulls me off him and pushes my face into Matt’s wet hole.  “Eat him out,” he hisses in my ear.  “Taste the cum I put in him before we arrived.”  And it’s there.  Matt pushes some out onto my tongue.  Fuck yes!  I swallow.  And dig in.  I lick and spit the rest back into him.

I stand up and slide into him.  This time it’s Matt who groans.  I bottom out, wait for the poppers to be recapped, and begin a steady fuck rhythm. His hole is delightfully slick.  I fuck him harder and harder.  I want to see the cum froth up around the rim of his hole.

It does.  I pull out and clean off the hole.  I fuck him again.  A burly ex-footballer comes over to watch and jack.  I nod to him and he takes over in Matt’s hole.  I have Matt clean my cock.  He moans at the frothed cum and can’t stop licking me…

*****

I play with others. 

A bud is on the rimseat—a fellow top who doesn’t let anyone else eat his ass.  He loves how I lick it.  I feel someone slide down on my cock and begin to pound himself down on my pole.  It is likely the host—something that I know he enjoys.

The top reaches down and pats my ear before he gets up.  Suddenly I can see again.  Matt is riding my cock—and he slides off it…and sits on the seat.

His hole is now dripping.  Not surprisingly every man is using the new, cute bottom as their cum hole.  I have seen other bottoms fuck him tonight.  I don’t know how many loads are in his ass, but I am pretty sure I’m about to find out.

The seat spreads his now very puffy hole.  Semen begins to drip onto my tongue.  Nice and steady.  Drip.  Drip.  Splat. 

I can’t stop myself. I jab my tongue into him.  Matt does a quick intake of breath.

“Feed him,” I hear the host say.  “Give him all those loads.”

The mix of cum is dripping faster now.  It begins to ooze into my mouth which is plastered to his butt.  The puffy lips of his ass stick into me, so there is no chance for cum to go anywhere else.  I feel someone sit on my cock.   The way he moves it has to be our host.  He leans forward and licks the wet pouch of Matt’s jock.

Matt squirms—causing more cum to leave his hole.  I ream up into him as deep as my tongue will let me.  He whimpers and flexes his hole.  It is now a steady flow. I groan and swallow as fast as I can…

*****

It’s only been two hours but there have only been 10 men at this gathering.  I swear they have all shot in Matt.  He is on his back, legs in the air. The multi-orgasmic Cub is just pulling out of him, having shot his final load of the night.  Matt waves me over.

I felch for a moment the fresh cum.  But I am ready to add my own to the DNA soup in his butt. 

I slip in.  It doesn’t take many strokes before I explode…