Grand Rapids—July, 2025
Here I was back from all
the group play of Fornication Weekend and almost immediately I went up to the
great house party to the north of me.
Maybe it’s because of Fornication that this house party is slightly hazy
as I try to recall it. I remember very
specific things about it, but I’m not at all sure of the actual sequence.
The host was expecting
bigger numbers than usual. I took the
fuckbench instead of the rimseat. I let
myself into the house. I was early, but
from the sounds coming from upstairs, the sex had already started. I stripped and took the pieces of the bench
upstairs with me…
The host is getting
fucked on the big bed in the middle of the room. I put the bench together as silently as
possible and then focus on the fucking. He
is on all fours. And he is being fucked
by the guy I christened Fist Guy. The Host
also has his best friend in his mouth.
Another man our age, who is new to me, is jerking his larger than
average penis with one hand and tweaking the nipples of Fist Guy with the
other. Fist Guy finally pulls out. I am
ready to clean his cock, but the new guy beats me to it. I smile.
I would never have thought, from looking at him, he’d be a pig. Instead, I eat the host’s well fucked ass. I fuck him for a moment, then offer my wet
cock to the new guy. He cleans it,
moaning in the back of his throat. Fist
Guy goes back up the host. When my cock
is shiny with spit and not ass jizz, I move behind Fist Guy and lick his hole
on the backstroke. He moans and calls me
a dirty boy.
I do another round up the
host. The new guy now tweaks my nipple
as he jerks. I ask if he wants to take a
turn inside the host. He does. I make way for him. His rock-hard cock glides into the wet ass. But it softens very fast. He pulls out and I clean it, just like he has
all of us. His mouth becomes his sexual
organ of choice for the rest of the evening.
I fuck the host one more
time. He’s now flat on the bed. There is no cock in his mouth, so he babbles
about how good my dick feels filling him up.
I plow into him deep and slow—until he hears the door open downstairs
and scampers off to greet the men…
*
The new arrivals are the
cute younger blond I called Black Glasses and the young Latino from the last
party, who’d topped all night (often inside Black Glasses). With them is a man I haven’t seen (or fucked)
since the pandemic. He’s 50-ish, with a
shaved head and hairy chest. He’s a versatile
top. He has brought with him a younger
Latino. He is thickly built and wearing
a jock that shows off his bountiful ass.
The four of them begin
sucking each other to get hard. I am
pulled into the group. I let each man
take a turn on my cock while over on the bed I watch Fist Guy bottom for the
best friend of the host. The young
Latino from last time is the final man on me.
He stands and leans into my ear. “Will
you fuck me tonight?”
I nod. Expecting him to come find me later, but no,
he wants me up his butt right now. We go
to the sling. He’s never been in one, it
seems. I help him get his hot ass where
it belongs, hanging over the edge of the leather straps. I kneel and eat his butt. He grinds himself onto my face as he moans. He keeps telling me he can’t believe how deep
my tongue is inside him. He is rock hard
and jerking like mad.
That changes as I stand
up and begin to enter him. His cock
wilts as he tries to will his hole to open more. He is tight. Really tight.
But I am persistent. I pause, use
more spit and coconut oil…and I’m inside him.
He gasps. His erection firms up
and I begin to fuck. He moans. Loudly.
This makes me pick up the tempo.
Finally, I slow, pull out and lick his hole. He is gaping.
His finger reaches down and finds just how open I have left him. He moans—and asks for my cock inside him once
more…
*
New arrivals: A younger top who will only fuck the young
men; a jocked guy I recognize from last time who isn’t feeling well and goes
downstairs; a larger guy, who is also a top, but is having erection issues and
finally the hairy Black Cub, a mainstay of this group. Black Glasses is catnip for the young
top. That is, until he sees the Latino I
have just fucked. The three of them
leave for the sling—and the couch behind it.
I watch the shaved head
top fuck his Latino bud. The host’s best
friend feeds the Latino his cock at the same time.
Fist Guy finds me and
pulls me to the fuckbench. I eat his ass,
stand up and slide in. The bench is
nicely positioned so we can both watch the sex happening on the bed. Fist Guy reaches back and pulls his cheeks
apart, making me slip deeper into his ass.
I moan and drill into him. Over
and over. Finally, I slow down and pull
out. I do a quick lick of his hole and
he moves to the bed.
I watch as he is spit roasted,
just like the larger Latino. The two
men pump into Fist Guy with very different rhythms. I motion to the larger Latino to come join me
at the bench. He eagerly climbs up on it. I eat his fucked-out hole for a long
time. He moans and groans, egging me
on. I stand up and push into his wet ass.
I glance over at the
bed. Fist Guy is going for a DP. He sits on the bigger cock of the shaved head
guy—and bends, chest to chest with him.
The host’s best friend works his long thin cock in with the other
dick. It works. The standing top does all the work—making all
three of them groan. This makes me fuck
the ass I’m in all that much harder…
*
The shaved headed top/vers
guy finds me. After all his topping, he’s
ready to be fucked. We do it in the sling. I eat out his hole for a long time, as he
tells me he hasn’t bottomed for ages. He
tells me how good my tongue feels, how he loves it, but can’t wait to feel my
dick after all this time. I stand up. It’s an easier entry then I expect. My nuts bounce against his upturned ass on
the first stroke.
He pants.
I watch the couch in
front of me where the young top fucks the cum out of Black Glasses. He pulls out and goes balls deep into the
young Latino. He fucks him hard.
I do the same for the man
on my dick. I pull out. He wants to taste his ass and I let him.
The guys on the couch are
close. I can hear it in their voices.
I eat out my man. As I stand up and push in again, the Latino
on the couch busts his nut all over himself as he’s fucked. He pleads with the guy to pull out. But the young top stays in him and just a few
more strokes, cums deep inside the hot man.
I speed up my drilling,
kind of wishing I had all those loads in the man I’m fucking…
*
We break for food.
I need to get off and go
home. I find Fist Guy nibbling cheese
and crackers.
“Want a load?” I ask
softly.
He nods and follows me
back upstairs. We choose the sling. I kneel and eat his hole.
“I have some cum for you
in there…” he murmurs.
I can’t honestly taste it,
but I keep digging for it.
“Fuck me!”
I stand and insert. Well, damn, I may not be able to taste it,
but I can feel it. His ass is silky
smooth now. I fuck him slowly, enjoying
the glide in and out. I begin to pick up
the pace.
“Do it,” he says, his
eyes locked on mine.
I am building faster than
I expect. I love the feel of his hole. And how he uses it. I close my eyes for a moment and see a
wonderful kaleidoscope of all the sex I had or witnessed.
And I’m there. My cock begins to spurt, filling him up with
creamy load…
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