Breaking Quarantine with Braydon (and Company)

 Kalamazoo—August, 2020

It was time to have sex again.  I knew it—and I knew I needed to do it with some thought.  I had not played since March 14.   But now, in late August, my intensive summer work schedule (made even more intense with figuring out how to keep working safely during Covid) was over.

Brayton, the always horny, cute cub I had first used at the bookstore—and then invited to join Don and Reid in the playroom—had let me know that he, too, was ready to play.  A new text told me he had been talking to a number of men in his stable, all in the same boat.  He had taken the bull by the horns and rented a motel room.  Would I be interested?

I was and I wasn’t.  This was not quite how I thought I’d jump back in.  I talked to Brayton.  He assured me that the other men had taken the lockdown to heart and been idle for months.  I declined.  And then I changed my mind.  My cock won.

I went.

 It is an incredibly cheap motel.  It’s not hard to find as it’s right on the highway.  Top of the line when it was built in the 1990’s, it has fallen on hard times.  I park and walk by another gathering, currently with the door wide open and the participants spilling out into the parking lot.  With loud music blaring and cans, bottles or a pipe in every hand, it looks more like drink and drugs are on the menu there and not sex.  I pick up my pace and knock on a door at the opposite end of this wing of rooms.

It takes a second but Brayton opens the door, naked but for a jock.  We hug.  I go in as he continues to dither about getting his phone to play music to cover the sounds of sex.    I start to strip. We seem to be alone.  But then the toilet flushes.  And there are voices.

Two men emerge from the bathroom.  Both are somewhere between 27 and 37.  One is short, mostly fit, with dark hair and an impish grin.  The other man is around six foot, also dark and carrying some extra pounds.  The bigger man stops dead as he sees me in my jock and sits on the other bed.  The smaller man smiles and goes back into the bathroom.

I sit and retie the laces on my boots.

And we sit.  The smaller man returns.

I am introduced.  We smile and nod.

The larger guy disappears back into the bathroom.

Finally, with the music figured out, Braydon comes and kneels in front of me.  I stand up.  The smaller man watches intently as Braydon pulls my cock out of the pouch.  It dangles for a moment—stretching to his full length—before Braydon swallows it down.  I hold the back of Braydon’s head pulling him onto my cock.  He chokes—and I let him off me.  The young man on the bed touches his own jock pouch. 

I now fuck Braydon’s mouth.  When he comes up for air, he turns to the smaller guy.  “You’ve gotta taste this cock.”  The young man comes over and kneels next to Braydon.  Braydon steers my cock into the other man’s open mouth.  He groans as his tongue finds my piss slit.  I stand stock still and let the two men go back and forth on my dick.  It feels great. Wet and sloppy.

The groans from the two men bring the other man out of the bathroom.  He sits on the far bed.  He kneads his jock pouch as he watches them give me head.

“I need to get fucked.”  Braydon stands up.  I assume this is my cue—but surprisingly the smaller guy tells Braydon to get on all fours.  I watch the smaller guy spit on Braydon’s pucker and finger it into him.  In moments, he has pushed his uncut dick into Braydon.  The larger guy comes over to watch.

I stick my dick into Braydon’s mouth.  He groans as he is spit roasted.  The larger guy moves behind me, reaching around my chest to twist my nipples.  Soon, he stops and kneels down next to me.  I push my cock into his mouth.  He gives a great blowjob.  Every inch of skin is licked.  He moves down to my balls, too.  These surprise him—bigger than he expects—and likely hairier.  He leaves them wringing wet.

“I need that in my ass,” he says holding on to my wet cock and looking up into my eyes.

“Yeah,” I nod.

There is a knock at the door.  Braydon pulls away from the man fucking him and answers it.  Two men come in—both around my age.  I recognize the man with ginger hair from chats online—though we have never met.  His partner is dark and hairy.  They strip off and instantly kneel on either side of my dick.  This sends the bigger guy back to the far bed to watch and stroke.  The new couple take turns taking me to the root.  It makes the hairy guy so hard, he stops to fuck Braydon’s ass, as his partner continues to suck me.

Finally, I fuck Braydon myself.  His ass is very wet—though no one has claimed to shot a load.  I fuck him hard, kneeling on the bed—so Braydon can clean the cock of the Hairy guy.

I fuck until my knees tell me to stand up.  The small guy goes right back up Braydon.   I replace the Hairy guy in Braydon’s mouth.  I notice the Ginger has some sort of toy up the man I was about to fuck when the last two arrived.  The Hairy guy slaps his semi hard cock against mine.  Braydon takes the hint and sucks both of us—back and forth.  Eventually, I pull out of his mouth, leaving the now harder cock of the Hairy guy in Braydon.  I move around and sink to my knees and begin to eat the very hairy ass crack in front of me.

I get lost in rimming the overly hairy ass in front of me.  I have no idea how long I tongue fuck the Hairy guy as Braydon sucks him.  I actually have to pull his ass cheeks apart, they are so full.  My saliva leaves him incredibly wet.

We now take turns fucking Braydon.  The three of us in rotation.  Always letting whoever pulls out of Braydon’s ass into his mouth for proper ATM.

Eventually I go over to the other bed.

I fuck the bigger guy.  It’s rough getting into him—but once I do and he relaxes, he flowers open.  But it is too much for him.  He begs me to stop fucking or he’ll cum.

I pull out as he continues to suck on the Ginger.  I go behind the Ginger and kneel.  My tongue finds the new ass crack.  His response is at first surprise—and then he bends over in pleasure.  His cock sucker flips onto his back and worms under him—so he can suck the Ginger’s balls as well as his cock.  The Ginger is in heaven.  I eat him out—reveling in the difference between he and his partner—one so hairy and one so smooth.

I finally have to stand up.  My cock slides down the wet ass crack as I stretch.  He bucks back on it.  I insert it.  Slowly.  Another very tight hole.

“Holy shit,” the Ginger mutters.

But I sink balls deep into him. 

I hold and begin to fuck.  Slowly.  Long strokes.

Instantly, the Ginger explodes.  Cum is everywhere on the man under him, his face looking like a freshly glazed donut.  I carefully pull out.  I go to lick up some of the jizz.

There’s a knock at the door.  “What’s going on in there?”

First we freeze, then the five of us move to the tiny bathroom as Braydon answers it.  A woman, claiming to be security, is threatening to call the police.  Braydon gets rid of her.  There is another knock almost immediately.  It is the woman from the front desk, telling him she has just made the call.

When the door closes a second time, we come out of the bathroom.

For me, the mood is broken.  Even if it is not true, as Braydon insists, I won’t be getting hard again easily.

I get dressed. 

The others decide to wait it out.

I get to my car just as the flashing lights of two police cars begin circling the parking lot…