Florida Storm orgy
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Florida Storm orgy
cajuncock
It was to be a quiet vacation in September. I'd successfully worked hard for six months on a project for the boss and now took a well earned week of sun and fun in Florida. Not being into amusement parks I decided to spend the week in Fort Lauderdale at a clothing optional gay resort. It took a few calls and online reservations but I was on my way. The flight and the first day were fine. I took an early morning flight and 3 hours later was driving to the resort in my rental car. Checking in and getting settled I decided to head for the nearby gay beach. The rest of my day went well and I located the nearby gay areas before settling for the night.
When I returned to the resort I noticed that the staff had been busy putting up the aluminum storm shutters. Walking to the office I met the manager/owner. He explained that a severe storm had suddenly formed off the coast and warnings were out for heavy rain and severe winds for the next eight hours. All the guests were urged to charge their cell phones and were issued flashlights in case of a lost of power after mid-night. He calmly assured us that we would be safe and that he's made arrangements for us for the next two days.
I quickly charged my phone and made preparations to spend the night in. I turned on the TV to get the latest weather update before bed. My sleep was interrupted by the sound of strong winds battering the storm shutters. I turned on my portable radio that I'd bought for the beach and discovered that the storm had gone ashore north of the area but some wind and rain damage was expected. I finally managed to get back to sleep.
I awoke to total darkness and quiet. Using the flashlight I dressed and went out into the court yard. The sounds of a portable generator greeted me along with he owner. He had just laid out a breakfast of pastries, juice, and coffee. I mingled with the other quests discussing the storm and plans. I found out that the local authorities had ordered a 10PM curfew for the area until the electrical damage had been repaired and other damage had been assessed. There was little for us to do since the storm had closed the beaches and airport. A few of us decided to inspect the damage on foot. Stores and businesses had been boarded up and were just now beginning to open. Those fast food places that had generators were able to provide a simple meal.
We returned to the resort after two hours. The staff were clearing fallen branches and leaves from the patio and pool. The owners had located another generator which allowed them to have a fridge stocked with beer, sodas, and water. A sign on the bulletin board listed those places nearby that were expected to open. There were three bars and a couple of restaurants. Having eaten lunch a group of us headed for the nearest bar. We arrived just as the storm party started. Drinks were cash only since the registers were not working. Everything was the same price- two dollars. The bar slowly filled with locals who rode out the storm.
After spending an hour there I decided to walk the half mile to the leather bar which was listed as open. By now it was after 2PM. I entered the darkened bar. They had placed candles around at various places. I walked to the bar and got a semi-cold beer, again two dollars. In the dim light I saw that there were many patrons there. The outside patio bar was closed off which meant less light was filtering in. I found a corner where I could observe the people. The pool table had been covered with a large rubber sheet. Men were openly fondling each other,some doing more than that.
I was so obsorbed in the action around the place that I didn't notice a tall, moustached man move next to me. He nudged my shoulder and said "I couldn't open my place today so I brought one of my busboys here for a little fun." He pointed to the covered pool table. There splayed out was a young Hispanic boy wearing a dog collar and little else. As we watched three bears approached him, their hard cocks fully exposed. One of the men leaned over and whispered something to the boy who nodded yes. Two of the men each grabbed a leg and raised them up exposing the spread ass and boy hole. The third man walked up between the boy's legs. He offered the boy a brown bottle of poppers. Both the boy and the man took deep hits. Seconds later the man impaled the boy on his thick, long cock. The boy moaned loudly, tossing his head from side to side. The sounds of his moaning and of skin slapping against skin soon attracted a crowd into the dimly lit place. All around the pool table men watched, their hard cocks being stroked by their own hands or those of a neighbor. The man fucking the boy placed the boy's legs on his shoulders pushing the boy further back on the pool table. He grabbed the boy's hips and began to pound his ass.
Other men, inspired by the action, paired off. Some were bent over the edge of the pool table taking any hard cock available. Others were sucking or jacking nearby dicks. I felt the moustached man's hand opening the zipper of my denim shorts and fishing out my hard cock. He forcefully turned me around and let my shorts drop exposing my ass to the crowd. A cat calls and whistles from the crowd encouraged him to keep going. I felt a lubed finger, someone's finger, spread lube around my hole. I felt him push in all the way in one motion. Once he was fully in me he turned me around to the crowded bar. My t-shirt was pulled up over my head. Men began to pinch my nipples with their tongues and fingers. Others pulled on my now rampant cock. I looked up and saw the outside door open and two men with strong flashlights enter and walk over the bar, ignoring the action around them. As my eyes adjusted I noticed that they were wearing the uniforms of the local police. One was a tall, heavily built black man and the other was an Hispanic with a sizable bulge in his tight uniform pants. I could see that both had long, thick cocks running down the legs of their uniiform pants.
The man behind me gave one deep lunge and held still inside of me. He held me tight by the hips as he emptied his love juice into my bowels. The two officers watched for a few seconds before turning to the bar. They stood side by side, drinking. The owner of the bar walked up to the cops and handed them a thick envelope. He whispered something to them and they both smiled, nodding their approval. The owner whistled and a bar back who had been collecting empties came running over. The owner nodded towards the floor and the barback dropped to his knees between the two cops. He skillfully pulled both of their zippers down to allow their hard cocks to pop out. He dug his fingers in to pull out their bull balls. Licking first one then the other of the cocks he proceeded to give them a masterful blow job. They leaned over the sucking slave and kissed passionately. The crowd noticed but tried to ignore them as they watched the other action in the bar.
My fucker finished unloading his cock juice into me. He slowly pulled out, whispering "Hold my load,boy!". He pushed my ass cheeks together and yelled out "Anyone want to take seconds on this fine piece of ass?" Men pushed forward, hard cocks leading the way. I was soon being spit roasted at both ends by man after man. At one point I felt a tongue push into my hole and force out the accumulated loads. He was immediately replaced by other men who refilled by ass with their loads. This went on for an hour with only short breaks for beers. Even then there were men sucking out the loads. Not a drop was wasted.
At one point I was standing naked at the bar with my shorts and t-shirt in my hand, drinking a beer that was by now free. I noticed out the side of my vision that the black cop was walking towards me. His partner following close behind him. He stopped behind me and pushed the mushroom shaped head of his uncut cock against my hole. I wanted to feel him inside of my ass. I bent slightly to give him access. He pushed the wide head inside and held me tightly by my hips. Letting me get used to the new full feeling, he leaned over and loudly said "Take it bitch!" I moved back on him, letting him know I was ready to serve him. His partner walked up next to me and I grabbed his long, thinner cock and began stroking it. He whispered into my ear "I'm not going to let this load go to waste. It's going to fill your ass when my buddy is finished with unloading in you. I like to feel my cock sliding in his cum. It turns me on every time." I continued to pull on his uncut cock, letting the skin cover his tennis ball sized head.
The black cop gave one final push, getting his cock deep inside me. I felt it expand and then the familiar feel of being filled with his baby making seed. He pushed in a few more times before pulling out. He looked over at his partner and said "Nice and tight, you'll like it." The Hispanic cop wasted no time in pushing his brown cock into my juicy hole. I could hear the squishing sounds of his cock riding on his partner's cum. He moved slowly, moaning in obvious enjoyment of the feeling of the warm cum surrounding his cock. I felt the cock inside of my bowels go further in me. He was longer than his black partner. He breached my second splincter, pushing the cum of his partner ahead of him. Once he had gotten that far I felt him pick up the pace of his thrusts. His moaning grew louder as he slapped by ass. I felt his cock throb and expand inside of my well used love tunnel. He stopped suddenly pushing deep until I felt his pubic bone tight against my ass. I felt throb after throb of his load as he filled me to overflowing. Slapping me on the ass as he pulled out he softly said "Thanks I needed that sweet hole. You've served our needs well."
The rest of my time in the bar was much of the same. I lost count of how many men had used both my holes. I suspect that some of them actually pissed in me. But that too was felched out by willing mouths. When I finally left the bar the sun was setting and I knew that soon the police would be enforcing the curfew. As I walked across the parking lot a car pulled up. The driver offered me a ride. I accepted since by now my legs were a little wobbly. I gave him the name of the resort. As he drove he told me how much he had enjoyed the little show I'd put on. He told me that he was staying at the adjoining guest house. It seems that they were planning on having their own storm party and asked if I wanted to join them. I hesitated for a few minutes before telling him "Sure, after I empty out my bowels and clean up. What should I bring?" He laughed and said "Just bring that well lubed ass, no clothing is needed and there is a small gate between the properties. Knock three times."
My storm vacation had just begun and I knew that the rest of the week would be fun.
Another tale from the sunny coast of Florida. Hope you enjoyed it and maybe got some ideas for a party of your own.
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