Basement Sex Party, Part One: "You Can Always Tell Me to Stop…”

 Indianapolis—November, 2021

Keshawn had been after me to attend a mostly monthly house party in Indy.  He loved it and was sure I would have a good time.  It worked perfectly for me to get down there at the top of November as I was about to do a short contract in that area. He told me to come to his house—and he would drive me to the group.  I could spend the night afterward at his place.  That sounded great.

I arrived right on time.  He had left his door unlocked as he was still finishing up in the shower.  Soon enough we were in his car and headed into Indianapolis.  Once parked, we gathered in the host’s kitchen until most of the others had arrived.  There were 15 or 17 men there—all different types, races and ages…and seemingly very playful.  It looked as if I was the sole new recruit—the other men obviously knew each other.

“Remember,” the host told me, “just have fun.  Play with as many men as possible…”

It was like he was reading my mind…

 

We troop downstairs to strip off in the laundry area.  I go down to my jock and put my boots back on.  The lube is tucked into my waist band.  Keshawn and I go into the playroom.  It is easily three quarters of his basement.  There are two slings at the far, side by side.  There are boxes under them for shorter men to stand on.  There are a couple of couches and some chairs.  The room is dominated by a large table—just the right height for fucking.  It is long enough that three men could easily be on it at once.

Men keep streaming in.  Everyone seems to have left on a jock or backless underwear.  Some have a harness.  I crack open my water bottle and watch Keshawn go to his knees to suck a handsome bear.  Next to me, a hot white guy with a shaved head and a big dick is getting orally serviced from a slender Black man who is wearing a fair amount of leather.  My cock lengthens.  I go to my knees and stick my tongue between Shaved Head’s generous butt cheeks. 

“Oh, fuck…” he groans out—at the same time grinding his butt onto my face.

I use my hands to pull the globes of flesh apart.  Now I am really poking at his pucker.  He obviously loves it, for he bends to give me even better access.  I worry that I upstaged the cocksucker.  I needn’t.  Since it’s harder to suck Shaved Head, he simply moves around on the floor and begins to suck me.  It’s my turn to sigh—a hot ass grinding down on my tongue and a talented mouth on my dick at the same time.  It makes me work even harder on the tight hole under attack.

Shaved Head finally has to stand up. He pulls me up to my feet and kisses me.  It’s electric.  He loves the taste of his hole on my tongue.  The slender Black guy is between us, alternating on our two cocks.  When we don’t break the kiss, he finally stands up and the kiss becomes a three way of tongues and lips probing the other two mouths.

Shaved Head goes to his knees and takes turns on our cocks.  He’s good there, too.  He holds my dripping dick and mutters “I wish I could take this in my hole—but you’re too big.”   I break the lip lock with Black Leather and tell him to enjoy it however he wants it.  His answer is to take both of our cockheads in his mouth at the same time so the wet heads are thrusting into each other on top of his tongue…

*

A really large bear of around my age is getting plowed in the sling by a young man.  I go over and work his nipples as he is getting plowed.  He cranes around to try to suck me, but the angle is bad.  I enjoy watching the mixture of concentration and lust on the top’s face. 

He finally takes a break, but stays right there.  “I want to watch you fuck him, Daddy.”  I come around and go to my knees.  I suck the top’s cock briefly, surprising him.  I quickly move to licking up the ass juice he has churned in the bear. 

“That’s so hot,” he grunts out, stroking his wet cock.

The bottom is now moaning and, soon, begging for my dick.  I stand up.  My cock slaps his jock pouch.  And again.  Then it is pushing against his puffy ass lips—spreading them wide.

“Fuck him,” says the top.  He goes to his knees so he is eye level with my dick.  He watches every inch disappear into the ass he has just thoroughly fucked.  I move slowly into the Bear, letting the young Top get his eyeful.  He strokes himself as I begin to fuck.  The Bear is great at squeezing down on me.  He opens his poppers and takes a huge huff.  The moment they hit he has one of those babble moments—all about how he’s a whore, how he loves my cock, how he needs to be used by everyone…

This has made the young top stand up.  He pulls the box from under the sling, stands on it and shoves his cock in the bear’s mouth.  The bottom is just as loud…but it is now moaning as he sucks the cock that opened him up for me…

*

Later.

Shaved Head is fucking Keshawn as he leans against the table.  I go over and watch.  When he pulls out—I suck his cock for him.

“Kiss me,” he mumbles.

I do.  We share the taste of Keshawn back and forth.  He swallows.

I pull out of the kiss and go to eat his ass again.  He props himself on the table so that his ass juts out at the perfect angle.  I rim him deep.  Someone helps me by spreading Shaved Head’s cheeks for me.  I eat and lick and spit, making his hole open so temptingly.

“God, you are good at that,” he moans.

I stand up.  My cock head brushes across his exposed hole.  This makes him shiver.  I turn him slightly so we can kiss.  It is just as hungry a kiss as before.  He groans in the back of his throat at the taste of his hole.  “I really want you to fuck me…but there’s no way I can take you.”

“Are you sure?”  I kiss him again.  “Let me try.  You can always tell me to stop…”

His answer is to lean on the table and thrust his ass out.  I go back to eating him.  I lube my dick constantly as I do it.  His hole has flowered open.  I stand.  My cock head rests right on it.

“Oh, fuck…” he whispers.

“You can do it,” I whisper in his ear, before my tongue starts reaming into it.

My cock head is meeting resistance, but suddenly pops into him.  He grunts. And tells me to stop.  I pull out and kiss him again.  He flips around and gets on his back on the table top.  His legs go up in the air.  A helpful mate, standing on the other side of the table, holds them for him.  I go back to eating his hole.  Shaved Head groans.  The man holding his legs flops his semi erect cock into his mouth.  I stand up.  My cock head finds his hole easily and goes in.  Shaved Head groans around the semi-hard in his mouth.  I enter him inch by inch.  Moving slowly, pressing forward.  I lean down.  I lick the cock of the guy holding his legs.  He flops it out, so I get the shaft and Shaved Head licks his balls.  My position makes the last inch of my cock go in. 

“I feel so full…” Shaved Head mumbles around the hairy ball sack.

“You have it all.”  Nothing like pushing in when his mind is on the cock in his mouth.

He can’t believe it.  I wait one more moment and begin to fuck his once tight hole.

“Take his dick,” says the guy holding his legs.

The table is now ringed with guys.  Some stroking themselves, some working Shaved Head’s nipples or balls or cock (which is now only half hard.)

I fuck very slowly—letting him feel every inch of me—until he grunt’s out the words I’ve been waiting for:  “Just take my ass.  Fuck me hard, stud!”

And my hips begin to bang into his upturned butt…

(More to come and cum…)