A Hot House Party in the Cold Snow

 Grand Rapids—December, 2022

I got the email.  Finally!  The host of the group play evenings was starting it up again.  In October, we had had a small version at someone else’s house, but now the host was ready to try a full group at his home.  I agreed to bring the rimseat and the fuckbench.

And then the snow started to fall.

I left early, but the farther north I went, the more snow hit my windshield.  Speeds went from already slower to what seemed like a crawl. I got off the highway and the suburban streets had not seen any kind of plow.  I managed to park on a side street that was covered in snow.  I had still managed to get there right at the start time.  I clomped my way into his house, leaving all the equipment in the car.

A dozen men were in the living room.  The host told me to not bother with the stuff—to just strip down and have fun.  I managed both—but I have to admit it took the first hour to really get my mind off the snow and onto the play.

Hear are some of my best moments…

 

Ten men ring the sling.  Half kneeling/half standing.  I am getting head by a series of men.  First by a bigger bear.  Then by the young boyfriend of the man standing next to me.  Now the host.  The men on their knees crawl from one hard cock to the next, sampling us all.  There are also four men in the other room on the bed.  We hear two asses being pummeled as our cocks are slicked up with spit.

Soon enough, the young boyfriend is in the sling.  His partner fucks him briefly, inviting all of us to take a turn.  I need some time to get in tune with myself—so I let others go first.  I am happy to watch—and to go to my knees each time another man pulls out of the ass on offer.   I clean the assortment of dicks pulled out of the slinged hottie, enjoying the young man’s ass juices second hand.

When the others have all fucked him and I am done slurping on the last cock, I crawl over and bury my face in the kid’s freshly fucked hole.  He is a great self luber—I can’t stop licking his tasty juices.  His partner is jacking himself harder and harder as I rim.  Suddenly he reaches out and pushes my face into the ass in front of me.  He holds me there.  My cock reaches full hardness as I lick, barely able to breathe.  He releases me, I pull back and pant for air—before I stand and give the kid the hardest fuck so far tonight.  I pound him, making the chains groan. 

I love that the bottom’s partner is the one to clean my cock…

*

More guests have arrived.  There are now likely 18 to 22 men in the house—and I only know a couple of them.  I am on the bed watching a tall, thin man fuck while I get head from the same bottom.  The top is half my age.  Our cocks are incredibly similar—much to the pleasure of the man on all fours who has both of us.  The top’s stamina is amazing—not in holding off from cumming (I have him beat there)—but in how long he can rail into an ass without getting remotely winded.

He finally pulls out.  The bottom spins—so he cleans the cock that just fucked him while I go into his ass, my cock covered in the guy’s spit.    I fuck, deliberately slower than the other top.  Long, deliberate strokes that make the bottom shudder.  When I finally stop, he spins again.   The young top slips into the puffy hole and gives him another blistering fuck…

*

The handsome, younger partner of the host, who I first met in October, pulls me aside.  “I have a question for you,” he says softly.

“What?”

“You know I’m mostly top, right?”

I nod. 

He looks away, turn back and says: “Will you eat my ass again?”

Now I wish I had brought the rimseat inside.  But we find a corner of the bed where he can kneel and I can work my tongue as deeply into his butt as I can get.  He groans and keeps telling me how good it feels.  I love his taste, the hair around his hole, and how it is blossoming open.  I eat and spit and eat and lick.  I pull his super hard cock back so I can swab the leaking head, collecting all of his precum on my tongue.  He suddenly figures out that I am lubing his hole with his own juices.  He lets out the most dick hardening noise I’ve ever heard.  My tongue drills into him, again and again.  At one point I stand up and slap my cock on his wet ass crack.  I fuck the length of the cleft.  I poke at his hole—wondering if he will tell me to go in.  He doesn’t.  He just moans.  I, just as happily, go back to tongue fucking him…

*

Most of the guys have gone down for food.  The young Tall Top is on the bed.  He is drilling the guy who was the first one in the sling.  He fucks him on all fours.  On his side.  On his back.  I put my cock in the bottom’s mouth when the position allows it. 

Now the top is on his back.  The bottom rides him, taking every inch of the big cock with ease.  I watch and stroke. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groans as he bounces up and down.  Suddenly, he sprays cum everywhere.  He gets off quickly and runs to find his partner.  The Tall Top lies there, surprised.  And covered in semen.

“Is there a towel?” he asks.

I have a better idea.  I lick up the spunk.  Off his knee caps.  Off his thighs.  Off his balls.  And I take his cock to the hilt. It is thinner and with the just the slightest curve that makes him easy to swallow.  He grins in a happy daze and calls me a perv…