“Yeah, baby, that’s it! Shoot that load!” my friend exclaimed. “Yeah! Now it’s my turn.”
Then he pulled out of me, whipped the condom off, and fisted his dick roughly until it blasted a load all over my stomach
and chest. “Yeah! Yeah! YEAH!!!” he cried.
After my friend blew his load, everyone watching followed suit amid a chorus of moans, groans, “Oh, fucks,” and “Oh, yeahs.”
Once the action had subsided, the onlookers dispersed and made their way back to the rest of the party.
I just lay on the ground, exhausted and not moving, even after the guy above me released my arms.
“Dude,” he said, “that shit was hot! You should consider getting into the business.”
Looking up at him, then at my friend, I said, “Right now, the only thing I want to get into…is my pants.”
Jonathan Asche
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t midnight we all drew small, folded squares of paper from a fishbowl. All but one of those pieces of paper read “cum.” Mine
read “rag.”
Minutes later I was at the front of the room, naked, climbing onto a chair designed for fucking, not sitting. My stomach rested
on the seat, as it were, tilting upward slightly so my ass was in the air. Rests for my knees were positioned so that my legs
remained spread. My hands were strapped to my sides—not to prevent escape so much as to prevent me from grabbing my own cock,
which was already hard with anticipation.
The rest of the men in the room converged.
The first dick thrust in my face belonged to a short, stocky man with thick arms and pecs and minimal body hair. His sizable
cock was only semihard when he batted me in the face with it. It was my job to get it completely hard. I opened my mouth,
and in it went. His cock seemed to stiffen the moment it touched my tongue, swelling and rising to scrape across the roof
of my mouth. He thrust his hips forward, pushing his rod deeper into my mouth, down my throat.
Behind me mystery hands played with my bare ass, squeezing my buttocks, then prying them apart. Thick fingers slid between
my cheeks, rubbing my butthole. I twitched a little, moving my ass against the strokes of those fingers. My cock throbbed
out of my reach.
The short, stocky guy was gently fucking my mouth, whispering so softly I couldn’t understand what he said. The man behind
him—taller, with a Roman nose and a three-day stubble covering the lower half of his face—was more vocal. “Oh, yeah, man,”
he grunted while playing with the stocky guy’s butt. “Shove that dick down his throat.” They weren’t much quieter behind me—lots
of “Oh, yeahs,” peppered with the occasional “Hot ass!”
I felt warm breath against my hole, then the wetness of a tongue. I had no idea who it was, but I knew he had facial hair—I
could feel it scraping against my butt crack. His tongue lightly swabbed my ass lips. “Yeah, find out if it tastes as good
as it looks,” someone muttered. The tongue became more forceful, pushing against my tightly closed sphincter. When it pushed
its way inside, my body shuddered involuntarily. The tongue wiggled and jabbed inside my chute. I gyrated my ass against the
unseen face, rubbing against the tip of the man’s nose, feeling the planes of his face. “Eat that ass,” someone cheered.
The stocky guy began gulping in air, and his movements became jerky. “Shoot in his mouth,” said the guy behind him, and I
braced myself for the oncoming flood. At the last second, though, the stocky guy pulled out. I licked his balls, all drawn
up tight in their fuzzy nut sac, while he frantically jerked off. A second later, his body froze and his breath seemed to
catch in his throat. I felt his load, warm and thick, splash down onto my shaved head. Apparently it was quite impressive,
because several guys behind the stocky guy oohed and aahhed when he came, like he’d just hit a home run.
Once the stocky guy stepped away, the taller guy with stubble immediately took his place. He had a narrower frame, with cleanly
defined muscles girding his torso like armor. His cock and balls were encircled by a silver band. His dick was not much longer
than average, but it was thick and veiny. He roughly ran his hands over my head and face, rubbing in the stocky guy’s cum.
He poked a thumb in my mouth. “That taste good, slut?” he snarled. I licked his thumb clean. Then he shoved his cock into
my mouth, almost making me gag. “Swallow that cock,” he grunted, clasping his hands on my head and stabbing his dick down
my throat.
A different mouth was at my asshole now. I could tell because this new man was clean-shaven. He was being helped by someone
else who held my butt cheeks apart. The man eating my ass alternated between gently lapping at my ass lips and violently pushing
his tongue inside my hole. I squirmed against the restraints. The pleasure became agony. “Let me at that ass,” someone said
gruffly, pushing away the man already eating my hole. This new, third mouth tore into my butthole brutally, gnawing at my
sphincter, pulling at my ass hairs. When his tongue speared my hole, an electric tingle crackled beneath my skin.
The tall man with stubble continued to fuck my mouth, shoving his dick so far down my throat I could feel the metal of his
cock ring with the tip of my nose. I was not surprised that it didn’t take him long to cum. “Stick out your tongue, boy,”
he hissed, cupping my chin with one hand and stroking his rod with the other. I did as I was told, then waited. He cried out
fiercely as he fired his jizz. The first spurt missed my tongue and hit my nose. The second shot caught me right above my
upper lip, sticking to my mustache. The third and final shot finally made its intended target. It wasn’t a very copious load—I
barely felt the small splat that landed on my tongue. The tall man pushed the head of his dick against my extended tongue,
managing to squeeze out one more watery drop. “Like to eat cum?” I said nothing, bringing my tongue inside my mouth to savor
the mild saltiness of his jism.
Fingers started to probe my ass. I could feel two, and suspected they belonged to different hands. They worked in tandem,
one sliding in as the other retreated and vice versa. My sphincter fought the invasion, pressing against the fingers as if
trying to squeeze them out. All my asshole got for its resistance was a third finger. Someone felt compelled to state the
obvious: “Tight ass,” he muttered.
After the tall guy with the cock ring staggered off, I was presented with two cocks. One was average-size but uncut, attached
to a swarthy Italian whose rippled torso was carpeted with black, curly hairs. The other dick was at least eight inches long,
with a fat, mushroom-shaped crown. Its owner was a smooth-skinned, athletic younger man with a tattoo of a sun surrounding
his navel. Both men smacked me in the face with their cocks, leaving sticky deposits of precum on my cheeks and lips.
My
other
cheeks and lips were getting a thorough working over. I had four fingers inside me now, stretching my ass muscles and massaging
my prostate. I felt the wetness of lube trickling over my butthole. “That’s right, get ’im all slick,” someone growled.
The Italian and the tattooed guy were taking turns stuffing my mouth with their drooling dicks. At one point, I sucked on
them simultaneously, my lips stretched to an uncomfortable degree. The men twisted their hips, getting off on rubbing their
cocks together inside my mouth. One of them—the Italian—pulled out, giving me some momentary relief. The tattooed man thrust
his large tool into my gullet while the Italian stood by and watched, stroking his cock all the while.
I heard the tearing of condom wrappers. My asshole twitched.
“I’m going to cum,” the tattooed guy said in a pinched whisper, still thrusting his dick into my mouth. “I’m going to shoot!”
When he came, his juice coursed over my tongue and drained down my throat. He pulled his cock out, getting off another healthy
squirt that caught in my goatee. Seeing this apparently pushed the Italian over the edge, because he started groaning and
trembling, frenetically pulling his rod. His load erupted all over his tattooed friend’s cock, icing the shaft like it was
strudel. When he’d squeezed out the last creamy white drop, the Italian man looked down at me. “Lick ’im clean,” he snarled.
The tattooed guy pushed his sticky cockhead against my parted lips. Obediently, I licked the Italian’s tangy sauce off his
friend’s sausage.
Suddenly, my body went rigid and my breath froze in my lungs. The blunt head of a dick was being forced past my sphincter,
but not without protest from my tight hole. There was a moment of unbearable tension, when I felt as if I was about to be
ripped open, then a sharp burst of pain that immediately dulled to a mild soreness. The anonymous cock was inside me now.
Thankfully, he didn’t start pumping immediately, the way a lot of guys do at these things. He let me get over the initial
shock before fucking me senseless. He started out with a slow grind, his cock moving in and out of me in short, slow strokes.
But the other guys egged him on, urging him to fuck me harder.
He gradually picked up speed. A smoldering pleasure spread through me as this unseen cock pushed against the walls of my rectum.
His hands rested on the small of my back, and I could feel his weight as he plowed into me. Little whimpers and gasps escaped
from my throat each time the anonymous dick sank into my chute.
There to stifle my moans was another cock. It was an older guy—in his forties, maybe. In the brief moment I got to look at
him before my face was buried in his crotch, I could see he was handsome. His hairline was receding, but he’d augmented that
by growing a beard, which was turning gray. And, by all appearances, he’d been frequenting the gym. His body was solid—and
so was his dick, which was now hitting me in the nose. He didn’t say anything. There was no need to: I just opened my mouth,
and he guided his cock inside.
The guy fucking me was really pounding me now. My body and the chair were shaking as he slammed his cock into me. The older
guy I was sucking caressed my bald head. I could hear him mumbling as I gobbled his prick. I couldn’t decipher what he was
saying, but I caught the words “fucking,” “good,” and “God.”
My cock had siphoned so much of my blood that I was beginning to feel light-headed. This was agony, to be so horny and not
able to even jack off. I’m sure my dick was purple by now. I was sure that when I could finally get off—when everyone else
had had his turn with me—I’d shoot within three seconds. As it was, the slightest breeze against my swollen rod could’ve made
me cum.
The older guy’s grip tightened around my head, and he started thrusting his dick into my mouth in frantic, jerky movements.
He made a harsh, gasping sound before flooding my mouth with his tangy jizz. I could feel his cock pumping against my lower
lip. When his balls were empty, he pulled out, his cockhead still connected to my mouth by one silvery string of cum and saliva.
From behind, I heard the telltale gasps and grunts that accompanied a cock erupting. The guy fucking me squeezed my ass cheeks
as he came. He stayed inside me for just a moment before pulling out. My butthole barely had a chance to close before another
guy was pushing into me. I don’t know if it was because my ass lips had already been stretched, but this guy seemed smaller
than the other one. He slid in easily and a lot more comfortably. Immediately, he started humping my ass like it was the last
ass he’d ever fuck.
Another dick was in front of me, this one curved like a rhino horn. The guy attached to it had the thick, brawny build of
a football player, and the goofy smile of a kid being given candy. He was a redhead, and his pubes were a light strawberry-blond.
The head of his cock grazed my lips a few times before he did an about-face and bent over. He reached back and pulled his
full, round buttocks apart (he had a real nice ass) to show me his pink, almost hairless asshole. I was allowed only a moment
to admire his little pucker before he leaned back against me, sandwiching my face in the crack of his ass.
My nose was filled with his musk. My lips were against his ass lips. I pressed my tongue against his hole, getting it all
nice and wet before pressing inside. If I could’ve used my hands, I would’ve forced those tightly shut lips apart with my
fingers. Instead, I had to force my tongue against his wrinkled opening, getting just past his pucker, but no deeper. He helped,
again reaching back to stretch his hole open with his fingers. When his asshole was widened to a nickel-size opening, I plunged
inside. My tongue wiggled and quivered inside his moist cavern. His body wiggled and quivered as well.
The man fucking me like a jackrabbit stopped abruptly. After a pause, he withdrew. I guess he came, though he wasn’t very
vocal about it. I heard a lot more “Oh, yeahs” behind me, plus a few utterances of “Give it to him good.” That these phrases
were spoken with such relish should have been a tip-off, but I wasn’t too concerned. More lube was drizzled onto my asshole,
and another condom wrapper was torn open. Someone said, “Sure that’ll fit you?” There was laughter. Still, I wasn’t worried—until
the guy started pushing his cock up my ass.
At least I
think
it was his cock. As wide as it was stretching my sphincter, I started to have my doubts. I’ve been with guys who had some
pretty healthy-size dicks, but this one didn’t even seem human. It felt like I was being fucked with a scuba tank! I shrieked
as this monster eased into my butthole, my cries dying between the cheeks of the ass I was eating. My aching, swollen cock
found temporary relief—though not the kind I wanted—wilting as the endurance of my asshole was challenged. As this behemoth
cock filled my insides, I thought I might actually pass out.
But I didn’t. To this giant’s credit, he was gentle. My ass muscles grudgingly accepted his huge tool. My legs shook as he
inched into me. I made a whimpering sound. “That’s OK,” said the man splitting me in two. “I’ll go slow.”
I tried to focus past the pain by concentrating on the asshole at my lips. I’d been so busy sniveling that I’d all but forgotten
the rim job I’d been giving. I resumed with forced gusto, driving my tongue deep into the redhead’s chute. He moaned and bounced
his ass against my face. “Eat it,” he grunted.