Pride Week Orgy

 Grand Rapids—June, 2023

 

In early June, I got the email I had been hoping to receive.  The house party, the one I have written about so often, was back on schedule.  The host asked if I could bring the three main pieces from my playroom—as he was expecting a crowd.  It was pride weekend, so a number of guys got too busy, but I was very happy with the nine of us who showed up.

 

I head upstairs.  There are two rooms here—one with a bed and my fuck bench—and the other with the host’s sling hanging from the rafters and two rimseats (another rim pig had brought his, too!!)    Six of us are in the bedroom.  I walk over to Hot Tats, a man I usually see in Lansing playing with the couple I know there.  I bend him over and begin eating his ass.  To our left is a very big and hairy Daddy Bear.  He is feasting on the ass of the youngest man here, an early 30’s, short guy—who is still in that first flush of twinkish cuteness.  A former dancer, with the plump ass to prove it, is bent over to my right.  His hole is being fingered by a girthy top I have played with many times (and fucked).  He is eyeing the youngest hungrily, even as he lubes the Dancer’s butt.   In the other room, which we can see across the landing, the Rimmer is feasting on Randy—the guy who once had a Twitter feed of himself riding massive toys.  He’s back in the area—and hot for our cocks.

I can’t stop eating out Hot Tats.  He is moaning deep in the back of his throat.  The twink is talking dirty—all about how all the daddies are going to fuck him tonight.  The Dancer is panting.  The intermingled sounds are all music to my dick—making it drip copiously.   Daddy Bear stands up and sticks his short, but fat cock into the twink.  “Fuck me raw, Daddy,” the kid moans.

I stand up, too.  I guide my dick into the familiar ass of Hot Tats.  The moment I am all the way in, he squeezes down on me.  When he releases, I know I’m good to start the fuck.  I begin, moving slowly, at a nice warm up speed.  The Girthy Top begins to fuck Dancer.  We are all noisy fucks, both verbally and with all the sounds of wet lube, willing asses and pistoning cocks.

Daddy Bear is the first to pull out of the twink’s butt.  The kid swivels and cleans his cock.  This makes Girthy Top stop fucking and move over to get up the young one next.  I keep fucking Hot Tats, who is now kissing the Dancer.  Daddy Bear, cleaned up, moves over to try out Dancer’s ass.  Girthy Top has an incredible smile on his face as he fucks the young man.  He is right where he wants to be, the old chicken hawk.

Finally, I pull out of Hot Tats.  He cleans me, loving the taste of his ass juices on my meat.  Girthy Cock indicates I need to try out the twink.   I go over and eat his hole.  He groans and pounds on the mattress.  I slide in.  I am easily the biggest dick he’s had tonight.  And will have.  He is taking my slow easy fuck, but I don’t think he’s enjoying it.

“I should tell you, I really prefer older daddies,” he grunts out.  Well, I am just as old as the other two, possibly older.  “I love their size.”  Now I get it.  He loves the girth on those two, but it’s not of their cocks he’s talking, but of that big, hairy belly grinding into him.  Thin, whippet me, pulls out and I let Daddy Bear back into him. 

Daddy’s Boy ends up playing with just those two tops (who are thrilled) all night.

I am more than happy to eat the juicy hole of Dancer, before fucking him as hard as I know how…

*

I am standing between Randy’s spread legs.  He’s still in the sling.  Everyone but Dancer and Daddy’s Boy has been in him.    I have waited for this moment.  I want his hole really used.  And it is—his ass is wet and slightly puffy.  I kneel.  Only now does my tongue get re-acquainted with his hole.  He groans.  I am so deep inside him.  I spit and slobber into him.

I stand and slide in.  It’s worth the wait.  I fuck him slow and easy.  He squeezes me any time I slow way down.  I speed it up. I am soon plowing into him, my hips slapping onto his wet, upturned ass.  I slow.  And stop.  And eat him out again.

I fuck him again. 

I stand to the side so Rimmer can fuck him, too. 

Rimmer quickly goes to his knees to watch me fuck him once more.  I do three strokes into Randy and pull out so Rimmer can clean my cock.  We do this for a long time—not one of us wants to stop.  Rimmer spits on my shaft and guides it back into Randy.  I fuck—and this time when I pull out, I push Rimmer’s face into the wet fuck hole.  He moans and begins eating Randy out.  I kneel beside him.  Soon we are taking turns, each eating Randy and then kissing each other—a wet tongue cleaning of each other’s mouth.

Rimmer can’t stop jerking as we share all the juices in his ass.  He finally stands up, fucks him briefly and coats Randy’s guts with cum.  He lets me clean his cock and lick the jizz out of Randy.  I share some with him—but he’s spent, so the rest of the load in my mouth goes to Randy.

I fuck him for a long time in the freshly lubed hole.

“Let’s take it to the rimseat.”

I settle down on the mat after I get Randy out of the sling.  He sits on my face.  I can go so much deeper into him now.  He rides my tongue, groaning and huffing poppers.

He rides my dick, too, to churn what load is left in his ass.  He cleans my dick and then settles back onto my face…where my tongue catches the dripping cum…

*

It’s late.

The host, small in stature and as pervy as the rest of us, comes upstairs to tell us the food is set out.  Others troop down to get it.  I eat out our host.

“Fuck me as hard as you did Randy.”

We are on the bed and he is on all fours.  I stand up.

“If I fuck you right now, I’ll cum.”

“Do it.”

And I do.  I slip into his tight hole.  Our size difference is striking.  I fuck hard.  Thinking more about my needs than his—which is just how he likes it.

“Breed me!”

I am so close. 

I pull out and eat his hole once more.  That does it. 

I am now on the brink.

I slip into him and fuck.

Hard.

Slapping his ass.

“Fuck!”

And I spew into him the load that has been building for three hours…

*

I have used this picture of Randy before—and I don’t think anyone will mind seeing again.