Fornication Party Part Three: So Much Cum

 

The revised poster with the actual group of men.

Chicago—October, 2024

It is now the third hour of the Fornication Party.  The mood of the night has changed from playful sport fucking to a more intense vibe—the guys are looking to get off and go home.  I finally stumble across Luke Morrison and watch him power fuck a man who is in a state of absolute bliss.  We nod at each other, and I slip into a man waiting in the sling next door.  Jake Mitchell has been easier to spot all night, as there is always a crowd around him.  As both men are all top (at least for this party) there is not much more I can do with either of them.

I pay attention to the man I’m inside.  He is kneading his cock under the designer jock he’s wearing.  Soon, the guy asks to take a break.  I help him out of the sling.  He hugs me and tells me he’s always up for a load.  I wander the room.   I witness one of the young tops who I’d seen with Dirk, get off inside the hot young man with whom I started the night.

I wander more. I watch Robbie Prescott finish up on a man in yet another sling.  He looks a little winded, but elated.  “Maybe it’s time for you to get in the sling,” I tell him.

He agrees and hops into it, his feet up on the chains.  “I have been doing so much topping tonight…” the sentence ends in a moan, for I have stuck my tongue in his hole.  He starts to jerk his cock, but then decides to give it a well-earned rest.  He moans again and tells me how good my tongue feels.  I can tell his hole has been used tonight, but nothing like how stretched it was when I first had him during the amateur shoot this summer.  I stand up and push my dripping dick into him.  He grunts out his appreciation.  I hold a moment and begin to fuck.  Our eyes lock.  His face registers every thrust.  And he is loving every stroke.  I reach down and finger the bead of precum off his dick slit.  I bring it up to my mouth and lick my finger.  Then I pull out and tongue his ass once more.  He is self-lubing like crazy.  I lick and spit before standing up to fuck once again.

Three men watch us now, each jerking his dick.  Robbie’s gaze is so focused on my own, none of them try to add into our moment.  I realize I could cum.  But I don’t want to do it just yet.  I slow down, pull out and clean up his hole with my tongue before I tell him he has guys waiting for him.  I move off—and he gets the first of the three into the sling.

Keshawn finds me.  He bends on the ledge where we’d had the threeway.  I kneel and all but smash my face into that full butt.  My tongue finds cum dripping out of his hole.  I idly wonder if he knows he he’s loaded.  I spit some back in, stand up and slide in.  His hole is so slippery with other men’s juices.  Considering I was almost ready to shoot in Robbie, I have to really work not to shoot in Keshawn.  I froth the jizz inside him so it forms a ring around his hole.  I stop fucking and clean it up.  He moves away very happy…

I watch Robbie continue to go through the men who were waiting and watching us fuck.  But then I’m distracted by a guy who is on all fours on a single bed-type set up.  He is being ravished by a top in his early 40’s.  The top groans—I can’t tell if it’s a cum shot or not.  I move closer.  The guy pulls out of the man on all fours and slaps his butt cheek in satisfaction.

I’m right there as the top moves on.  I kneel and lick this unknown man’s ass.  He groans and calls me a pig.  I stand up and slide into him.  He’s loaded.  I squish on entry.  Having cum in his ass would be great on its own—but this guy has great skills.  He squeezes on every stroke.  His ass is in constant conversation with my dick.  I keep building speed and force.  At one moment I actually bang his head into the wall.  I pull out and he spins around to clean my cock.  He loves the combo of cum and ass jizz as much as I did. 

I tell him I love his ass.  He is a trim white guy in his early 50’s.  I’d take money that he also takes fist.  He flips onto his back, his legs shooting up in the air.  I move in and find his heels on my shoulders. He is instantly milking my dick from the moment I begin fucking him again.  I am enjoying this a lot.  A bystander plays with the guy’s dick, trying to get him hard.  But I know that he couldn’t care less about his cock—it’s all about his ass.  And he is really working me.

“Flip back,” I tell him.

He goes to all fours.  I lick up the juices dripping out of his butt.  I plow into him again, my cock still coated with what other men have shot up his ass.  I fuck.  This might be the hole I breed.

He turns his head, so he can sort of see me.  “Haven’t I seen you piss fuck guys at Waterbuddies?” he pants out.

I nod.

“Give me some piss if you have it…”

I slow down the thrusting.  I’m not sure how full my bladder is at this point.  I stop altogether, thinking I can give him a little.  It begins to flow.  He groans.  “So full…” he reaches for his soft cock.  I stop pissing but fuck in what I’ve delivered.  He groans, tightens his ass…and shoots all over the mattress.

I slap his ass.  Behind me, Robbie is done with the third man who was watching us.

I move to him.  “You want my load?”

“Hell, yeah!”  He jumps in the sling.

I eat his butt once more.  I love the contrast between his younger flesh and the ass of the hot older man I’d just piss fucked.  I can never get too much variety.  My tongue goes deep into Robbie.  He’s jerking himself this time.  I stand up and work my cock into him.  He squeezes down for the briefest moment and then lets every inch fill him up. 

I look at him.  He matches my gaze.  “Give it to me,” he murmurs.

I begin to fuck him.

Hard.

“Fuck!” I groan out.  “So close…”

“Give me more of your cum!”

I love that he remembers I bred him in Tennessee during the shoot.  It makes my cock drool—I can actually feel my flared head get bigger and ooze into him.

“Breed him!” says a hot Black man who’s watching us—a guy who’s taken a ton of dick himself tonight.  “Give him what he wants.”

“You want my load?”  My voice is softer—and I’m looking right into Robbie’s face.

“You know I do.”  He groans as I go particularly deep.  “Give it to me…”

And I do.  Spurt after spurt.  I hang onto the top of the sling frame for balance.  I stay that way for a long moment.  I go to my knees and carefully lick up any stray cum my cock has pulled out.  I get him out of the sling and give him a long hug before starting to wend my way to the clothes check at the other end of the room.

“So how was it?”  It’s Ray Dalton, wrapping his arms around me and looking me square in the face.  I tell him it was a really great night.  I get my clothes and start getting dressed.  Keshawn sees me and says goodbye with a long hug—he’s staying right up until the final moments of the event.

I tie my boots and fish out a tip for the hot coat check guy.  I go over and push it into the tip jar.

He thanks me and says he’d seen me in action on his break. “How does it feel to have everyone want your cock?”

I smile and tell him it feels pretty damn good…

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