Monday, October 11, 2021

A House Full Of Horny Men

 Chicago—August, 2021

Sometime in July, I received a text from my fuck buddy Zane to make sure I reserved a specific Saturday in the middle of August.  The young scent pig and his two roommates were throwing another house party—the first since lockdown.  I had loved the one I had attended in the past (related here) and promised to be there, once again offering my fuck bench and rimseat for use.

On the day, I got to Chicago in good time.  We set up the bench in the basement where there were two slings, a huge bed in the middle of the room and a couch for play.  The main floor was food and drink—though the couches there, I remembered, were often pressed into service.  There were two bedrooms on the next floor.  I put the rimseat in the master bedroom and my overnight bag in the smaller bedroom where I would stay the night after the men were done having sex on the bed.  There was also a third floor with a bed, a chair and one more sling.

I helped with the ice and covering the furniture with drop cloths and the bed with older sheets.  Eventually I went to nap while the three hosts continued to putter about and took turns cleaning themselves up.  Zane found me in my leather mask on and ear plugs in place.  He woke me by licking my pits…and kissing me.  He couldn’t stop to play—but went down to greet the guests as I stripped down to my jock and put my boots back on…

 

I go downstairs.  Men, in the entryway are stripping to underwear or jocks—and a few are going full naked with just socks.  In the kitchen area, men in fetish gear or the latest assless underwear are pouring drinks and catching up with each other.  The age range is vast—28 to 72 I’m later told.  And everyone is mingling, feeling each other up and laughing.  I find Zane setting out food.  He pauses and goes to the floor to suck my dick.  He loves that all the men in the dining area are watching us, even as they keep up the chit-chat.  He does nothing more than get me fully hard.

“There,” he says, standing up and whispering in my ear.  “That should show them what you got.”

I kiss him, take a bottle of water and head upstairs.  There are three people on the bed where I napped.  A skinny, young white man is being fucked by an equally young Black man.  The white kid’s face is under the ball sack of a middle aged white guy who is holding the kid’s legs in the air.  I watch and stroke.  The Black guy rolls the skinny guy over so he is on all fours—and the bottom can suck the older man.  The older guy reaches over and strokes my cock for me.  The top is delivering a hard fuck.

The bottom eventually taps out and heads for the door, followed by the older guy.  The Black kid goes to his knees and begins sucking my cock.  “Fuck,” he says, under his breath.  He pulls off me.  “Will you fuck me?” 

I nod.  He gets on all fours—right where the other guy had been.  I go to my knees and push my face into his round ass.  He groans as I lube up his hole.  Even my tongue can tell this guy is tight.  I try to leave extra spit in his pucker as I squirt extra lube on my cock.  I stand.  I start to push in.  I’m not going anywhere.  Again.  My big helmet head pops in.  The guy groans into the mattress.  I inch forward.  He moans again.  I press into him, maybe another inch. 

His head snaps up as he arches his back.  “Fuck it!”  And he impales himself to the base of my dick.  He howls—but in pure pleasure.

All bets are off.  I fuck him just as hard as I saw him plow the skinny guy.  After five minutes or so he flattens to the mattress, pulling off of me.  He spins around and cleans my dick before he says:  “I’d love more—but you’d make me cum.”

I agree—it’s the first few moments of a very long night, after all…

*

I find Zane in the basement, sucking a beer can thick cock on a hot daddy.  He waves me over—and begins to suck both of us together—just about getting the two big heads in his mouth.  Then he’s up on the fuck bench.  Beer Can is in his mouth—I am eating his ass.  He’s had someone there—I can tell.  I lick and spit.  Then stand and fuck—driving him slightly forward—and making him take more of Beer Can’s dick into his mouth.

The daddies switch.  Zane loves the taste of his ass on my cock.  Beer Can loves that I have opened his hole for him—and says so.  He fucks into the significantly younger man harder and harder.  He suddenly howls out a surprise orgasm.  He marinates for a second in Zane, then lets Zane clean his dick as I felch his load.  And fuck in it.

*

Keshawn, my bud from Indy arrives—he of the huge cock and fuckable ass.  We share a number of men in the Master bedroom.  Sometimes we take turns on them.  Other times, I fuck him as he is inside whoever takes his fancy.

A lithe man I know from the fisting club in Chicago wanders in.  He climbs on the bed and gets on all fours next to us—just as I am pulling out of Keshawn.  I go right up him.  Keshawn scrambles up to his head and feeds the guy his ass flavored dick.  My bud slurps loudly on it, telling the room how good it tastes. 

Keshawn and I spend a very long time rotating on this guy.  We take turns on him doggy.  We flip him on his back.  He rides Keshawn as I stand on the mattress and feed him my dick.  We both love his control—how he can squeeze his ass down on our dicks at any given moment. 

And just as fast, other men have arrived and our dicks are being used by others….

*

A young man, less than 30 and rather bookish looking, is standing to the side of the dog pile of bodies on the Master bed.  He sees my yellow jock as I get up and tells me Zane has sent him to find me.  He tells me sheepishly he has a load in his ass—and he wants to share it.

I take him to the rimseat.  He hesitates—but the moment he sits and feels my tongue start rooting around his puffy asslips, he is in heaven.  I am rewarded with the steady drip of some unknown man’s cum into my mouth…

*

Much later.

I am on the third floor and sitting in the chair so I can watch the action on the bed to one side and the fucking in the sling on the other.  A Latino comes up the stairs.  At first I think he’s quite young…but decide later that he is just well preserved.  He acts as though we are the only two people in the room.  He starts way down my legs and licks his way up to my cock that is resting in the jock pouch.  But not for long.  He gets the pouch wet—sucking all the precum and other men’s ass juices out of it.  He gives my cock an exquisite tongue bath.  And my balls.  Each.  Separately.  And then to my favorite spot—between my balls and my cock ring.

He only stops when he realizes he won’t get me to cum.

Zane arrives.  The sling is now empty.  He has some loads for me to felch and play in.  I eat and fuck in his cummy goodness.

“I want to eat your ass,” he tells me.  “Let me?”

We change places in the sling.  He is all over me.  Licking my armpits and then to my mouth. Nipples.  Fingertips.   All feel his tongue.  Then he zeros in on my tight hole.  He grunts and slobbers.  He comes to kiss me a couple of times, knowing I like the taste of my ass. 

One guy, seeing me in the sling, lubes up to fuck me.  Instead of saying no, Zane simply slides his own butt down on the guy.  This so surprises the man—he fucks a load into Zane’s hairy ass.

It is that time—guys are dropping loads and leaving. 

I get Zane back into the sling and start working him over.  Every time a man comes up the stairs, I make room for him.  Sometimes it’s just a fuck of Zane.  But more often than not, the guy thanks one of his hosts by giving him a load he’s been saving all evening.

After four or five of these, my cock is just awash in the mixed cum. 

I felch. 

I snow ball.

Another guy unloads in him as we kiss.  He leaves—and the room is finally empty.  I go back and clean up his hole—pushing stray strands of cum into him. 

I stand up.

I fuck.  His hole is a mass of jizz.  It makes a delicious squishing sound with each thrust of my rampant cock.

This is it.  I can’t hold back.  And I don’t want to.  I grab the top cross pieces of the sling frame and hang on.  I fire off the load I have been working on for four hours.  I keep fucking to mix my load with the others. 

I marinate for a long time in the fucked out hole.  Then slowly bring my frothy white cock to his open mouth…

8 comments:

  1. That was one hot party. Four hours! That would be crazy! That would be a little more stimuli that I would be comfortable with. Not as much the play but the large numbers of bodies on each other. I love scenes like this but after awhile I tend to find a remote place and chill a bit as not to get too overwhelmed.

    I'm not sure if I'm slightly claustrophobic or just somewhat anxious in large crowds, although somehow how I still find myself right in the middle of it all. I think its the sexual energy that attracts me and the difficulty making my way through all those people that causes some anxiety. But if my horny self don't keep coming back! lol

    I wonder in regards to the gentleman that was preparing to fuck you; would you have kindly informed the guy lubing up that you are top or would you have tried a new position? Which brings me to another curiosity have you ever tried to bottom before? Please forgive my nosy tendencies. I"m just very intrigued.

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    1. With the set up of this house, you could have found a lonely place to regroup or chill with a cocktail and conversation until you were ready to go again.

      I was partnered for 30 years. We tried things everyway around. I liked the idea of being fucked--the closeness, the giving of yourself. And I always hated the reality. And I bled. Every time. As I am in demand as top, I have never bothered to try to work harder on bottoming.

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  2. What a treat to finally get back to a true fuck fest. I lost it when the Black kid just impaled himself on your cock. Sometimes that slow inching your way into a tight hole can in itself be excruciating. If you're able, just go for it! It obviously worked for him.

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    1. It was a wonderful release--to get back in the swing with such a group. I self isolated afterwards---and no issues.

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  3. What a fun story :) I lost my load when I reached the bit half way of you under the rim seat eating a load out of someone :) I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a wank but I’m always glad I shoot to one of your stories :)

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    1. Thanks for that. I love the idea that half a world away I'm getting you off!

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    2. For someone like you I’m sure you’re getting lots of guys off all around the world!!!

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    3. I have a great readership--mostly in the English speaking countries, which is hardly surprising. But I love looking at Google Analytics and seeing three readers in Iran, or a large contingent in the Scandinavian countries. No surprise the kinky Germans read me a lot. I need to make greater inroads into India and Japan where I might have one or two a month.

      And yes, it is a turn on to think they might be stroking to this odd American who loves sex...and seemingly knows how to communicate it.

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