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29 Temmuz 2022, 18:16
[This is the true story of a typical night, a few years ago, at a private semimonthly sex party in a large US city. Until the curse of Covid, the event was held a few times a month in the back rooms of one of the city's leather bars, either earlier in the evening before their official opening, or on a weekend afternoon. This is one of a series of recollections of my sexual exploits in which names and some details have been changed in case of any remote concern about participants' identities.]
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1) Prep: Nut Shavin', Cock-Ringin' ...
My preparation for the night's sex party starts as usual: manscape, if needed, but not too much. My chest is fairly hairy, and I like a nice full bush showing off my cock. Today I shave my balls, and my shaft down to the base. Of course, I stroke my cock generously, take my time with the process, admire my meat as the erection rises and falls and rises again, from as demure as 3 inches to as proud as a full throbbing 8. I trim around my hole a bit, and around my nips -- shows them off a bit and protects the hair in case a fellow wired nip lover wants to train them. I take care of assfucking hygiene, of course, since I have full intentions of enjoying that.
During sex, I love the smell of my sweaty pits, it's better than poppers for me, and I love playing with guys who get off on it, too. In a hot session, I'll get exponentially funkier as things progress, so I'm not washing at all there today. It's a naked party, so I'll be nude or nearly so for most of the night, but I have a few minimal wardrobe concerns: The heavy black leather Harley boots, with thick white socks. The somewhat musky, can't-recall-when-I-last-washed-it, now off-white BIKE jockstrap. The thick metal cock ring that usually gives my dick at least a little heft. It also puts my nuts on full display, unabashedly offering all my junk for groping or sucking. Often I'll wear a black leather ballcap, which ups my swagger a bit.
2) Arrival: Clothes (and Inhibitions) Checked
I throw on jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie, and hop in a Lyft to a semi-industrial neighborhood on the far side of town. As with any good party, you don't want to be the first one there, nor arrive too long after it's in full swing. I arrive shortly after doors open, at 7. At the back of the bar, I pay my $15 members' fee, descend the brightly lit staircase. At the bottom, I part a heavy canvas flap in the doorway, revealing a dark world. The scent? Lingering sweat, booze, piss. The whiff of men.
I stroll past the bartender, TJ, who's fully nude (except an armband) and setting up ice and what not. He's scruffy and, even with his cock soft, sexy as hell. We almost got it on last month as he was cleaning up after the last party, but we were both spent from a few hours of work and play. Maybe tonight? I head back to clothes check. About 4 or 5 guys are in various states of undress, or nude and passing their checked clothes to the attendant, a wiry, pierced and tatted hottie.
I find some clear space on a bench, and disrobe. I recall my nervousness the first time I did this, a few years back and 8 or 10 or 15 events prior. What if someone I know sees me? (It would only happen once, which I'll share in another post.) What if I get judged, or no one picks me out of the crowd for a romp, like a bad high school dance? (Never really happened. From the start, I appreciated that -- unlike the city's bathhouses and larger bars -- the crowd here seems very non-judgmental, and I try to be the same in my encounters with and openness to others. Most of us are here to fuck, and, speaking for myself at least, are attracted to sexual energy more than build or age.)
Totally nude in a small circle of guys, with zero high school inhibitions, I step into my jock then socks then boots, and I put on my cock ring. It always feels sexy, the strain of stuffing my cock through the metal, then my first then second nut, especially if my meat is swelling a bit and it feels like my second nut might not make it through. I tug on my dick to pull the ring snug around the base. It stiffens to about half mast, and I can't resist a half dozen or so strokes of my shaft, in case anyone is watching.
I check my gear, get a number drawn on my shoulder to claim it all later, and head to the bar. I lean over it in a way I hope shows off my jocked hairy ass in the dim light, and hand the bartender one of my two free drink tickets we get with admission. "Usual, Miller Lite." So I'm a cheap date. I nurse the bottle as though it's my first visit to a gay bar at 23 -- I just don't want to get sloshed or feel full, before whatever's going to happen, happens.
I glance to see who's still arriving, check out who's already in full-on cruise mode, maybe headed over to the dim hallway to my right, a guaranteed scene of debauchery as the night heats up. Not much happening yet, we're all getting our bearings.
3) Prelude: (Ass) Crack Addict
Suddenly I feel a hand lightly caressing my exposed ass. I don't kaçak iddaa (http://www.kejva.com/) turn around, just continue to sip my beer, casually, as one does in the moments before one hopes to get fucked.
"How's your night?" a deep voice asks, as a finger traces out its intentions, homes in on my crack, exploring. I let out a soft moan, lift up in my boots to arch my back, hoping to spread my cheeks and express my thorough receptiveness to whatever this random guy has in mind. "Not bad, not bad," I reply, and casually sip my beer.
My still unseen new friend moves in closer. "Not bad? I'll say! This looks pretty damn great." He moves in closer, hugging me from behind now, reaches around to feel up my hairy pecs, and slides the ample length of his hardening shaft along my crack. He whispers in my ear: "... and feels pretty damn great. Furry butts drive me crazy..."
Directness like this turns me on. "Glad you like it." Dude rocks his hips so that his cock head torpedoes in on my crack entirely on its own, landing near my hole. He's wet, he's been precumming, I can tell, and I wonder if he's going to fuck me right here. I'd seriously accept that. He docks his head for a bit in my sweet spot, the entrance to my cunt, and I swear I can feel him harden and pulse. Surely he feels my hairy hole pucker, and my ass cheeks close in on him, drawing him in...
Fuck, this is happening.
I turn around, introduce myself. He's Jason, a blond (something I don't seem to see too often), about my height, 5' 9" or so, and actually pretty built. I'm not a muscle worshipper at all, but I'm guessing I'll have a good time with this one. I get a load of his thick tool, a fully erect and throbbing 7 inches sprouting from a sexy blond bush. He grins, and asks: "How about you head over to the sling with me, gimme some of that ass." It sounds like more of a command than a question. Nice move. I take my last swig of beer, set the bottle down, and reply: "Hell yeah, I'm in."
We head for an open sling, one of three set up for the night. In what is actually a fairly rare open dialogue on safety for that time, he asks if I want him to rubber up, tells me "he's safe," but will do as I ask. This is just in the year or so before I go on PrEP, when I'll stop worrying about bareback fucking and will learn to fully embrace and crave raw cock and cum, giving and getting. I am just now starting to push my limits with risk. I tell him, sure, a rubber will be fine (though I'll later second guess that call).
I peel off my jock, bending over so he gets a good look inside my furry crack, and in a trick learned a few visits back, loop one of the ass straps of the jock around my neck and stash it there for the time being. The pouch hangs on my upper chest, slouching off to the side, I know it's a slutty look, but I like it, it makes me feel hot and I love the occasional whiff of my ball sweat that a jock near my face offers up.
I back myself toward the sling, hop up, reach back to grab the chains, and adjust my ass for optimal fucking height. And now, sweet Jesus ... either I wasn't paying attention, or what seemed to be a pretty empty room suddenly has transformed, with five or six guys appearing out of the dark to watch Jason fuck me.
Nearby, a few latecomers are making use of clothes check. From a mattress in a dark corner, I hear slaps and moans, as an older bear pounds out a sexy cub on all fours.
4) Action: Group Grope Sling Fuck Spit-Roast
I kick back and get ready to take it. Blond Jason rubbers up his sizable hard cock and I breathe "holy shit" as I take in the crowd around me. I fucking love being watched while I have sex, I just go nuts -- the result of years of repression, from high school onward? Or just exploring my inner porn star? Some combo, likely? Already I'm sporting a decent boner (not always the case as I prepare to bottom). Someone offers me poppers, I take a whiff, but I turn and smell my ripening pits, huff a bit on my jock pouch, and my sex kicks into overdrive.
My eyes take in each of the guys around me, all nude, all boned and jacking, mostly hairy, ranging from 20s to 50s, maybe a 60something in there. Jason lubes up my hole, greases up his cock, starts to penetrate me. It's been a few weeks since I've been fucked, so at the initial exquisite pain, I wince, then exhale and settle in to be ridden hard.
His hands grip tight to my boots, restrained in stirrups as my wrists are in cuffs above my head. I'm totally exposed, and available -- my cunt, cock, swollen balls, nips, furry chest, ripe pits, and mouth -- to him, and to the crowd. His cock slides in and out, he's fucking me hard, but he's in no hurry. I growl at him: "Own that ass, buddy, enjoy that fuckin ride, no rush, no rush at all." I'm never in a hurry to cum and don't like when tops or others rush me -- I like a good long edge-fuck, and really like showing off for others. I try to keep my voice low, but I can't help it. I love being verbal. The small crowd around us seems to love it.
Just to my right, very kaçak bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) close to my mouth, a tall, lean, well endowed older dude is slowly jacking, one hand loving his engorged cock, the other caressing my furry chest. His beautiful dick is fully erect, swollen and leaking precum. I turn my mouth toward him, open it slightly, we make eye contact. He does what comes naturally to both of us: feeds it to me, without discussion or question, and suddenly, I'm being spit roasted. Fuck yes! Jason's solid 7" is pounding my ass, and easily, my new friend's 9-incher is working its way down my throat.
I look up and see each of them (and the crowd) enjoying the view of the other's cock penetrating me. I'm in heaven, and our shared energy is off the charts. Random hands caress my thighs, stroke my cock, work my nipples, sweep over my hairy chest. The entire group has invited itself to join in. One guy starts sniffing my pits, another palms my nuts like bread dough. I'm fucking loving it.
As is typical, I lose track of time. Is it three minutes or an hour before blond built Jason cums hard in me, just fucking explodes? I haven't cum and prefer not to right away, as I want a lot more cock, but this was fantastic. He pulls out his tool, now softening in the rubber, filled and sagging with his seed. Within seconds, Mister 9" pulls his cock from my mouth -- obviously waiting his turn -- and parts the crowd to maneuver around and between my legs. He first slides two fingers in me, deep, as though he's checking how tight I am (I'm tight) and he briefly finds my prostate, forcing my cock to jump. He rubbers up his cock and starts pounding away. Holy fuck! This is officially a tag team, possibly on its way to a gangbang.
Without Jason's prep work, my hole would have strained under this second dude's big dick. But I've been warmed up good, and I easily take this second cock, balls deep. I'm in heaven. Almost a little too much so: one dude decides my own ringed throbbing cock needs to get off, so he's greased me up and has started milking me, just a perfect slow sexy rhythm, and this sensory overload has me racing to the finish line quick. I'm gonna blow...
Goddammit! I know when I come, I'll soften, and lose some interest in being fucked, and my prostate may get painful. But one can only orchestrate these group fucks so much. I explode in an absolutely stellar orgasm, and though I know it'll truncate the session, enjoy it immensely. A massive load spurts onto my furry stomach, and several in the group groping me let out a gasp, a few rushing to rub it in my fur or claim some for their own jacking.
One dude dips a finger in my hot jizz and makes me suck it. Mister 9" finishes inside me quickly with what must be a massive load of his own. He's literally gasping for breath as he pulls out, rubber spilling over with his seed. I lick my lips. Fuck. I look around in a state of disbelief that this porno quality fuckfest is happening to me.
The crowd disperses, including Mister 9", but a third top lingers, decides to test his luck. He'd been jacking hard, has a modestly sized cock, and with just a piercing gaze that informs me "this is going to happen now," shoves his meat in me for a few minutes. I kick back, decide not to call him on going in raw (like I said, I'm just now testing my limits) but ask him to call it off before he can spurt his juice in my gut. "Thanks, but I'm pretty wiped out right now, sorry" I say, and pull away from his dick and hop out of the sling. I sometimes let anonymous randoms dick me raw a little bit, but usually stop them short of breeding me. Depends on how much I've had to drink, or if I've had a little weed. This boundary, however, will soon be tested tonight.
5) Break Time: The Husband Appears
Boots on the ground again, it's not like I can't walk, but I definitely am feeling having been fucked, hard, for what must have been 30 minutes. It's a fantastic feeling I'll never tire of. Jockstrap still hanging loose around my neck, I head back into the bar area, think about that second beer as I recover.
A middle aged dude, in just a jock and running shoes, approaches me with a grin: "I really loved watching my husband fuck you back there. The tall one, with the bigger dick. You're a great bottom, you really served that group well tonight." I'm guessing my chest swells a little bit, along with my recovering cock, but the compliments are hitting my sweet spot. Love being called out for my sexual performance, furthering my porno fantasy life, and absolutely love having a couple enjoy my sex. "I'm Bruce," he says, "and my husband's Ed."
I ask if he wants to hang for a bit as I head over and grab my second beer, leaning against the bar, per usual, not caring who sees my newly lubed, sweaty and wrecked hairy ass. We head to the end of the bar, deserted, near a dark corner with a St Andrew's Cross and a fuck bench, neither in use. Bruce takes the liberty of feeling up my furry chest -- says "man I fucking love this hair pattern" -- and plays with illegal bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) my nips a bit. Reaches down to see my dick slowly hardening, he strokes the length of it, and cups my smooth cock-ringed nuts in his hands. He moans, and I do the same, indicating he can keep going as he likes.
"You've got a great ass," he says, caressing my furry cheeks before slipping a digit deep into my cunt. He feels the dark warm chute that moments earlier had hosted three cocks in a row, including his husband's. "Damn, so nice and warm." My cock jumps, and leaks again. I tend to be a hyperactive precummer.
Just then, his husband, Mister 9", appears. "Hey Ed, come join us," he says. I give him a grin in thanks for the massive fucking he gave me 10 minutes earlier. Ed is totally nude, his cock is also ringed, at 1/3 staff, but starts to stiffen. He surprises me by leaning in for a deep, slow, wet kiss, his husband just inches from our faces. They both grope me, as I casually drink my beer and chat up the bartender, TJ, nude and smiling across the counter as he takes in our scene. He finishes the drink he's mixing and casually plays with his beautiful average cock, showing it off for us, as he watches me get used.
6) The Raw Truth: The Ecstasy of Servicing a Couple (and a Guest)
"You know," I tell Bruce, "I love serving couples -- love it even more if one likes watching me with the other, and tells us what to do. You should take my number, text me if you guys would like to play privately. Invite some friends over to your place. Would love to stop over and service you." He says "hell yeah, we've gotta do that soon," and they know a few hung tops who are always looking for an energetic bottom, and again says how much he liked watching the two of us fuck earlier. I say, "aw shucks, my pleasure," then: "Anything else you'd like to see your hot man do with me tonight? I'm pretty open ..."
By this point, tall Ed is behind me. While Bruce caresses my now proudly erect cock and balls, Ed has both hands around me, massaging my hairy pecs, occasionally tweaking my wired nips or reaching down to grope my junk. I'm so fucking horned again. His dick is fully hard and the length of it rests firmly nestled in my ass crack. It feels snug and sexy as hell. He slowly rises on his feet, rubbing his hard 9" shaft up and down against my furry, wet ass, so I (and he) can appreciate the length of it between us, skin on skin.
"Fuuuuck ..." I moan ... and his husband replies: "As a matter of fact, there is something I want. I'd love to see you two take things a little further, bond a little bit more." He reaches over on the bar into a big jar of condoms and lube, but removes only a single-serve lube packet. Rips it with his teeth. Slathers his man's cock head, and my hole, with a generous gob of silicon. The sexy as hell silky stuff you don't want on your bed sheets.
Without another word, he grabs his man's cock in his hands, positions the head at my hole. FUCK. I brace myself hard against the bar. The bartender leans in to get a better view and his dick is completely hard now, and he's not hiding it, beating it hard and proudly as he sees what's about to transpire: Ed's throbbing raw manhood, his engorged natural cock head, entering my hole. I press down on the toes of my boots, my ass lifts a few inches higher, and I adjust my hips to meet Ed's dick in the right spot.
I can tell Bruce is guiding it in, pushing Ed's hard cock into me, sharing in the work of fucking me. My back arches, to naturally and completely take this beautiful man's raw dick. Uninhibited man sex, to be enjoyed by the four of us, and maybe the two patrons a bit further down the bar, now viewing what's transpiring. Nothing more is to be said. With no idea how sweet memories like this will be years later, when the pandemic hits, I'm fucking going for it tonight.
I back my ass up and take in about 4-5 of his hard inches, and Ed pushes his tool in the rest of the way, the full hard nine. He's fully docked, balls deep, in my hole. Skin on skin. I'm gripping tight. My eyes roll in the back of my head, as I imagine nothing stopping his DNA from starting to leak into me. Sweet hot precum, I can sense it lubricating our act. FUCK!
Nude erect TJ lifts up the partition on the bar top and comes out from behind the bar to join us. The three men are on all sides of me, caressing my butt or spreading my cheeks for Ed to go in deeper. TJ gets on his knees and starts to suck my stiff leaking cock. Savoring my generous steady stream of precum.
Bruce whispers, "this is exactly what I wanted to see earlier, my man's raw tool inside you, but I wasn't sure you'd go for it. Fucking thank you. We are about to own you." I feel like the two of them are fucking me together, for both of their pleasure, and I clamp down on Ed's cock with my ass as he shoves in and pulls out, and he moans with pleasure. No one is in any rush but we know where this is going to lead, so fucking natural. We all enjoy the ride. In another five minutes, I feel him grow and harden further inside of me, sense his balls tightening up against his crotch, slamming into me, and soon enough, a loud sexy moan announces the delivery of his sperm deep inside my gut.
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1) Prep: Nut Shavin', Cock-Ringin' ...
My preparation for the night's sex party starts as usual: manscape, if needed, but not too much. My chest is fairly hairy, and I like a nice full bush showing off my cock. Today I shave my balls, and my shaft down to the base. Of course, I stroke my cock generously, take my time with the process, admire my meat as the erection rises and falls and rises again, from as demure as 3 inches to as proud as a full throbbing 8. I trim around my hole a bit, and around my nips -- shows them off a bit and protects the hair in case a fellow wired nip lover wants to train them. I take care of assfucking hygiene, of course, since I have full intentions of enjoying that.
During sex, I love the smell of my sweaty pits, it's better than poppers for me, and I love playing with guys who get off on it, too. In a hot session, I'll get exponentially funkier as things progress, so I'm not washing at all there today. It's a naked party, so I'll be nude or nearly so for most of the night, but I have a few minimal wardrobe concerns: The heavy black leather Harley boots, with thick white socks. The somewhat musky, can't-recall-when-I-last-washed-it, now off-white BIKE jockstrap. The thick metal cock ring that usually gives my dick at least a little heft. It also puts my nuts on full display, unabashedly offering all my junk for groping or sucking. Often I'll wear a black leather ballcap, which ups my swagger a bit.
2) Arrival: Clothes (and Inhibitions) Checked
I throw on jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie, and hop in a Lyft to a semi-industrial neighborhood on the far side of town. As with any good party, you don't want to be the first one there, nor arrive too long after it's in full swing. I arrive shortly after doors open, at 7. At the back of the bar, I pay my $15 members' fee, descend the brightly lit staircase. At the bottom, I part a heavy canvas flap in the doorway, revealing a dark world. The scent? Lingering sweat, booze, piss. The whiff of men.
I stroll past the bartender, TJ, who's fully nude (except an armband) and setting up ice and what not. He's scruffy and, even with his cock soft, sexy as hell. We almost got it on last month as he was cleaning up after the last party, but we were both spent from a few hours of work and play. Maybe tonight? I head back to clothes check. About 4 or 5 guys are in various states of undress, or nude and passing their checked clothes to the attendant, a wiry, pierced and tatted hottie.
I find some clear space on a bench, and disrobe. I recall my nervousness the first time I did this, a few years back and 8 or 10 or 15 events prior. What if someone I know sees me? (It would only happen once, which I'll share in another post.) What if I get judged, or no one picks me out of the crowd for a romp, like a bad high school dance? (Never really happened. From the start, I appreciated that -- unlike the city's bathhouses and larger bars -- the crowd here seems very non-judgmental, and I try to be the same in my encounters with and openness to others. Most of us are here to fuck, and, speaking for myself at least, are attracted to sexual energy more than build or age.)
Totally nude in a small circle of guys, with zero high school inhibitions, I step into my jock then socks then boots, and I put on my cock ring. It always feels sexy, the strain of stuffing my cock through the metal, then my first then second nut, especially if my meat is swelling a bit and it feels like my second nut might not make it through. I tug on my dick to pull the ring snug around the base. It stiffens to about half mast, and I can't resist a half dozen or so strokes of my shaft, in case anyone is watching.
I check my gear, get a number drawn on my shoulder to claim it all later, and head to the bar. I lean over it in a way I hope shows off my jocked hairy ass in the dim light, and hand the bartender one of my two free drink tickets we get with admission. "Usual, Miller Lite." So I'm a cheap date. I nurse the bottle as though it's my first visit to a gay bar at 23 -- I just don't want to get sloshed or feel full, before whatever's going to happen, happens.
I glance to see who's still arriving, check out who's already in full-on cruise mode, maybe headed over to the dim hallway to my right, a guaranteed scene of debauchery as the night heats up. Not much happening yet, we're all getting our bearings.
3) Prelude: (Ass) Crack Addict
Suddenly I feel a hand lightly caressing my exposed ass. I don't kaçak iddaa (http://www.kejva.com/) turn around, just continue to sip my beer, casually, as one does in the moments before one hopes to get fucked.
"How's your night?" a deep voice asks, as a finger traces out its intentions, homes in on my crack, exploring. I let out a soft moan, lift up in my boots to arch my back, hoping to spread my cheeks and express my thorough receptiveness to whatever this random guy has in mind. "Not bad, not bad," I reply, and casually sip my beer.
My still unseen new friend moves in closer. "Not bad? I'll say! This looks pretty damn great." He moves in closer, hugging me from behind now, reaches around to feel up my hairy pecs, and slides the ample length of his hardening shaft along my crack. He whispers in my ear: "... and feels pretty damn great. Furry butts drive me crazy..."
Directness like this turns me on. "Glad you like it." Dude rocks his hips so that his cock head torpedoes in on my crack entirely on its own, landing near my hole. He's wet, he's been precumming, I can tell, and I wonder if he's going to fuck me right here. I'd seriously accept that. He docks his head for a bit in my sweet spot, the entrance to my cunt, and I swear I can feel him harden and pulse. Surely he feels my hairy hole pucker, and my ass cheeks close in on him, drawing him in...
Fuck, this is happening.
I turn around, introduce myself. He's Jason, a blond (something I don't seem to see too often), about my height, 5' 9" or so, and actually pretty built. I'm not a muscle worshipper at all, but I'm guessing I'll have a good time with this one. I get a load of his thick tool, a fully erect and throbbing 7 inches sprouting from a sexy blond bush. He grins, and asks: "How about you head over to the sling with me, gimme some of that ass." It sounds like more of a command than a question. Nice move. I take my last swig of beer, set the bottle down, and reply: "Hell yeah, I'm in."
We head for an open sling, one of three set up for the night. In what is actually a fairly rare open dialogue on safety for that time, he asks if I want him to rubber up, tells me "he's safe," but will do as I ask. This is just in the year or so before I go on PrEP, when I'll stop worrying about bareback fucking and will learn to fully embrace and crave raw cock and cum, giving and getting. I am just now starting to push my limits with risk. I tell him, sure, a rubber will be fine (though I'll later second guess that call).
I peel off my jock, bending over so he gets a good look inside my furry crack, and in a trick learned a few visits back, loop one of the ass straps of the jock around my neck and stash it there for the time being. The pouch hangs on my upper chest, slouching off to the side, I know it's a slutty look, but I like it, it makes me feel hot and I love the occasional whiff of my ball sweat that a jock near my face offers up.
I back myself toward the sling, hop up, reach back to grab the chains, and adjust my ass for optimal fucking height. And now, sweet Jesus ... either I wasn't paying attention, or what seemed to be a pretty empty room suddenly has transformed, with five or six guys appearing out of the dark to watch Jason fuck me.
Nearby, a few latecomers are making use of clothes check. From a mattress in a dark corner, I hear slaps and moans, as an older bear pounds out a sexy cub on all fours.
4) Action: Group Grope Sling Fuck Spit-Roast
I kick back and get ready to take it. Blond Jason rubbers up his sizable hard cock and I breathe "holy shit" as I take in the crowd around me. I fucking love being watched while I have sex, I just go nuts -- the result of years of repression, from high school onward? Or just exploring my inner porn star? Some combo, likely? Already I'm sporting a decent boner (not always the case as I prepare to bottom). Someone offers me poppers, I take a whiff, but I turn and smell my ripening pits, huff a bit on my jock pouch, and my sex kicks into overdrive.
My eyes take in each of the guys around me, all nude, all boned and jacking, mostly hairy, ranging from 20s to 50s, maybe a 60something in there. Jason lubes up my hole, greases up his cock, starts to penetrate me. It's been a few weeks since I've been fucked, so at the initial exquisite pain, I wince, then exhale and settle in to be ridden hard.
His hands grip tight to my boots, restrained in stirrups as my wrists are in cuffs above my head. I'm totally exposed, and available -- my cunt, cock, swollen balls, nips, furry chest, ripe pits, and mouth -- to him, and to the crowd. His cock slides in and out, he's fucking me hard, but he's in no hurry. I growl at him: "Own that ass, buddy, enjoy that fuckin ride, no rush, no rush at all." I'm never in a hurry to cum and don't like when tops or others rush me -- I like a good long edge-fuck, and really like showing off for others. I try to keep my voice low, but I can't help it. I love being verbal. The small crowd around us seems to love it.
Just to my right, very kaçak bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) close to my mouth, a tall, lean, well endowed older dude is slowly jacking, one hand loving his engorged cock, the other caressing my furry chest. His beautiful dick is fully erect, swollen and leaking precum. I turn my mouth toward him, open it slightly, we make eye contact. He does what comes naturally to both of us: feeds it to me, without discussion or question, and suddenly, I'm being spit roasted. Fuck yes! Jason's solid 7" is pounding my ass, and easily, my new friend's 9-incher is working its way down my throat.
I look up and see each of them (and the crowd) enjoying the view of the other's cock penetrating me. I'm in heaven, and our shared energy is off the charts. Random hands caress my thighs, stroke my cock, work my nipples, sweep over my hairy chest. The entire group has invited itself to join in. One guy starts sniffing my pits, another palms my nuts like bread dough. I'm fucking loving it.
As is typical, I lose track of time. Is it three minutes or an hour before blond built Jason cums hard in me, just fucking explodes? I haven't cum and prefer not to right away, as I want a lot more cock, but this was fantastic. He pulls out his tool, now softening in the rubber, filled and sagging with his seed. Within seconds, Mister 9" pulls his cock from my mouth -- obviously waiting his turn -- and parts the crowd to maneuver around and between my legs. He first slides two fingers in me, deep, as though he's checking how tight I am (I'm tight) and he briefly finds my prostate, forcing my cock to jump. He rubbers up his cock and starts pounding away. Holy fuck! This is officially a tag team, possibly on its way to a gangbang.
Without Jason's prep work, my hole would have strained under this second dude's big dick. But I've been warmed up good, and I easily take this second cock, balls deep. I'm in heaven. Almost a little too much so: one dude decides my own ringed throbbing cock needs to get off, so he's greased me up and has started milking me, just a perfect slow sexy rhythm, and this sensory overload has me racing to the finish line quick. I'm gonna blow...
Goddammit! I know when I come, I'll soften, and lose some interest in being fucked, and my prostate may get painful. But one can only orchestrate these group fucks so much. I explode in an absolutely stellar orgasm, and though I know it'll truncate the session, enjoy it immensely. A massive load spurts onto my furry stomach, and several in the group groping me let out a gasp, a few rushing to rub it in my fur or claim some for their own jacking.
One dude dips a finger in my hot jizz and makes me suck it. Mister 9" finishes inside me quickly with what must be a massive load of his own. He's literally gasping for breath as he pulls out, rubber spilling over with his seed. I lick my lips. Fuck. I look around in a state of disbelief that this porno quality fuckfest is happening to me.
The crowd disperses, including Mister 9", but a third top lingers, decides to test his luck. He'd been jacking hard, has a modestly sized cock, and with just a piercing gaze that informs me "this is going to happen now," shoves his meat in me for a few minutes. I kick back, decide not to call him on going in raw (like I said, I'm just now testing my limits) but ask him to call it off before he can spurt his juice in my gut. "Thanks, but I'm pretty wiped out right now, sorry" I say, and pull away from his dick and hop out of the sling. I sometimes let anonymous randoms dick me raw a little bit, but usually stop them short of breeding me. Depends on how much I've had to drink, or if I've had a little weed. This boundary, however, will soon be tested tonight.
5) Break Time: The Husband Appears
Boots on the ground again, it's not like I can't walk, but I definitely am feeling having been fucked, hard, for what must have been 30 minutes. It's a fantastic feeling I'll never tire of. Jockstrap still hanging loose around my neck, I head back into the bar area, think about that second beer as I recover.
A middle aged dude, in just a jock and running shoes, approaches me with a grin: "I really loved watching my husband fuck you back there. The tall one, with the bigger dick. You're a great bottom, you really served that group well tonight." I'm guessing my chest swells a little bit, along with my recovering cock, but the compliments are hitting my sweet spot. Love being called out for my sexual performance, furthering my porno fantasy life, and absolutely love having a couple enjoy my sex. "I'm Bruce," he says, "and my husband's Ed."
I ask if he wants to hang for a bit as I head over and grab my second beer, leaning against the bar, per usual, not caring who sees my newly lubed, sweaty and wrecked hairy ass. We head to the end of the bar, deserted, near a dark corner with a St Andrew's Cross and a fuck bench, neither in use. Bruce takes the liberty of feeling up my furry chest -- says "man I fucking love this hair pattern" -- and plays with illegal bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) my nips a bit. Reaches down to see my dick slowly hardening, he strokes the length of it, and cups my smooth cock-ringed nuts in his hands. He moans, and I do the same, indicating he can keep going as he likes.
"You've got a great ass," he says, caressing my furry cheeks before slipping a digit deep into my cunt. He feels the dark warm chute that moments earlier had hosted three cocks in a row, including his husband's. "Damn, so nice and warm." My cock jumps, and leaks again. I tend to be a hyperactive precummer.
Just then, his husband, Mister 9", appears. "Hey Ed, come join us," he says. I give him a grin in thanks for the massive fucking he gave me 10 minutes earlier. Ed is totally nude, his cock is also ringed, at 1/3 staff, but starts to stiffen. He surprises me by leaning in for a deep, slow, wet kiss, his husband just inches from our faces. They both grope me, as I casually drink my beer and chat up the bartender, TJ, nude and smiling across the counter as he takes in our scene. He finishes the drink he's mixing and casually plays with his beautiful average cock, showing it off for us, as he watches me get used.
6) The Raw Truth: The Ecstasy of Servicing a Couple (and a Guest)
"You know," I tell Bruce, "I love serving couples -- love it even more if one likes watching me with the other, and tells us what to do. You should take my number, text me if you guys would like to play privately. Invite some friends over to your place. Would love to stop over and service you." He says "hell yeah, we've gotta do that soon," and they know a few hung tops who are always looking for an energetic bottom, and again says how much he liked watching the two of us fuck earlier. I say, "aw shucks, my pleasure," then: "Anything else you'd like to see your hot man do with me tonight? I'm pretty open ..."
By this point, tall Ed is behind me. While Bruce caresses my now proudly erect cock and balls, Ed has both hands around me, massaging my hairy pecs, occasionally tweaking my wired nips or reaching down to grope my junk. I'm so fucking horned again. His dick is fully hard and the length of it rests firmly nestled in my ass crack. It feels snug and sexy as hell. He slowly rises on his feet, rubbing his hard 9" shaft up and down against my furry, wet ass, so I (and he) can appreciate the length of it between us, skin on skin.
"Fuuuuck ..." I moan ... and his husband replies: "As a matter of fact, there is something I want. I'd love to see you two take things a little further, bond a little bit more." He reaches over on the bar into a big jar of condoms and lube, but removes only a single-serve lube packet. Rips it with his teeth. Slathers his man's cock head, and my hole, with a generous gob of silicon. The sexy as hell silky stuff you don't want on your bed sheets.
Without another word, he grabs his man's cock in his hands, positions the head at my hole. FUCK. I brace myself hard against the bar. The bartender leans in to get a better view and his dick is completely hard now, and he's not hiding it, beating it hard and proudly as he sees what's about to transpire: Ed's throbbing raw manhood, his engorged natural cock head, entering my hole. I press down on the toes of my boots, my ass lifts a few inches higher, and I adjust my hips to meet Ed's dick in the right spot.
I can tell Bruce is guiding it in, pushing Ed's hard cock into me, sharing in the work of fucking me. My back arches, to naturally and completely take this beautiful man's raw dick. Uninhibited man sex, to be enjoyed by the four of us, and maybe the two patrons a bit further down the bar, now viewing what's transpiring. Nothing more is to be said. With no idea how sweet memories like this will be years later, when the pandemic hits, I'm fucking going for it tonight.
I back my ass up and take in about 4-5 of his hard inches, and Ed pushes his tool in the rest of the way, the full hard nine. He's fully docked, balls deep, in my hole. Skin on skin. I'm gripping tight. My eyes roll in the back of my head, as I imagine nothing stopping his DNA from starting to leak into me. Sweet hot precum, I can sense it lubricating our act. FUCK!
Nude erect TJ lifts up the partition on the bar top and comes out from behind the bar to join us. The three men are on all sides of me, caressing my butt or spreading my cheeks for Ed to go in deeper. TJ gets on his knees and starts to suck my stiff leaking cock. Savoring my generous steady stream of precum.
Bruce whispers, "this is exactly what I wanted to see earlier, my man's raw tool inside you, but I wasn't sure you'd go for it. Fucking thank you. We are about to own you." I feel like the two of them are fucking me together, for both of their pleasure, and I clamp down on Ed's cock with my ass as he shoves in and pulls out, and he moans with pleasure. No one is in any rush but we know where this is going to lead, so fucking natural. We all enjoy the ride. In another five minutes, I feel him grow and harden further inside of me, sense his balls tightening up against his crotch, slamming into me, and soon enough, a loud sexy moan announces the delivery of his sperm deep inside my gut.