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A Group Thing
My calendar pinged and as I read the cancellation, I had to grin. This was one of those rare moments that guys like me live for. The project meeting was cancelled, everyone at home was doing something else, and I now had four hours of unplanned time.
Within seconds I was on my m2m apps looking for my buddies, hoping that one of them would have the time, place, and urge to get together. Fifteen minutes later I was trolling CL in mild desperation. There is nothing more frustrating that missing an opportunity. Well, yes, there is: When you commit to meeting up with one guy and the hot guy that you never thought would even look at you asks you over. That's frustrating, but much more implausible.
I'd been FB with a guy for almost three years. We weren't particularly exclusive, but it was nice to know that fun was available with a little planning and a little luck. Two parts of the equation (guy and place) were pretty much set. But since we weren't exclusive, he'd gone off and met Mr. Right. I was very happy for him, but it left me back in a market that I'm ill equipped to compete in. I'm middle aged, not particularly buff, and married. My competition is younger, hotter, available, and sluttier.
I'm not picky about my guy; not because I'm desperate, but because I honestly like all types of guys. Sure, on the pecking order the Muscle Bear would be on the top, (literally) but I don't hunt for them specifically. Age is the least of my interests; I've met a few guys way up there that would make you walk funny for days. I've also met handsome young hunks that were just a tiny step up from jacking off in front of porn. My only rule is to stay clear of the `high mileage' guys.
Twenty-five minutes into my bonus time, I scrolled through my mail and found a notification of a group thing. It started about an hour ago. Now I will freely admit that I subscribe to several of these and fantasize wildly about them, but that's a far cry from actually attending one. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I put the address into my GPS and headed out. It was close to my office and easy to get to. I sat in my car in the parking lot, staring at the hotel. I don't have to do anything, I told myself. I can just watch, and if it's too weird, I can walk out. Walk out of a room full of horny men. Yeah, that sounds like me. OK, just long enough to bust a nut watching the guys play. Live porn.
I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and locked it. I walked around to the right room and knocked lightly. I couldn't hear anything inside. I tried not to think about the security cameras capturing all this for posterity. As my nerve started to leave me, the door opened.
"Howdy! C'mon in." I was greeted by a guy that can best be described as an `uncle' type. He was shorter than me, about five eight, five nine. Roundish, balding, glasses, and, to my surprise, fully dressed. I walked into the small anteroom and he offered his hand.
"I'm Carl" he said, "I'm working the door until seven. And you are?"
"Justin" I said, using my usual alias. He winked and nodded. Was it that transparent?
"Couple of rules" he said, escorting me into the little kitchen. "No drugs, except poppers, no smoking, no pictures or phones, and most importantly, no means no. OK?"
I nodded. I wasn't sure what to do except stand there. I could hear murmuring in the other room, but it sounded like conversation, not sex.
"Can I get you a drink?"
I nodded, "Yes, thank you. Whiskey if you got it."
"First time?" he said pouring me a shot. I nodded again, sipping, then knocking it back quick. "Don't be nervous, it's a great bunch of guys tonight, most of them are regulars, but there's a couple of new guys like you here too."
"Let me fill you back up" said Carl, pouring another shot. This one I would nurse. When I turned, I noticed masking tape with numbers on the cabinets. I furrowed my brow, and Carl helpfully explained, "Lockers" he said. "Clothing is optional, and pretty much everyone in the living room is not exercising that option. You can put your clothes in here, the doorman, me, for another fifteen, keeps an eye on things."
Decision time. I shed my shirt and pants, socks and shoes, but opted to keep my underwear. I folded and packed my things into the cabinet.
"You remember the rules?" asked Carl with another wink.
"Well" I said, a bit sarcastically, "since I don't have a place to hide drugs, cigarettes or a camera, I guess the `no' rule is pretty much the only one I need to remember." Carl laughed amiably.
"Let's get you introduced then, shall we?" He led the way back into the tiny vestibule to the living room. If I hadn't been standing there mostly naked, it would have been any cocktail party I've been to in the last ten years. Five guys were standing and sitting around, drink in hand, talking and laughing. A few guys looked over as we entered. Carl led me to a small group by the couch. "This is Justin" he said, "Justin, this is Max, our host for tonight."
Max raised his drink and smiled, "Welcome Justin, glad you're here." Max was the `professor' type. Long and lean, salt and pepper trim beard, hairy chest, and a mischievous glint in the eye as if he knew something you didn't. I liked the look of him, as, apparently did the two other guys nearby as they were hard. "This is Andy and Patrick" he said by way of introduction. "They're regulars in our little club."
I nodded, "Nice to meet all of you" I said, sipping my whiskey. Andy was about my age, on the chubby side with a cute, boyish face and an overall soft' look. He didn't make any pretense of checking me out, his gaze lingering on my crotch. Despite all the naked manflesh, I wasn't showing much. Patrick stuck out his hand and I took it. He was a bear, a big bear. Shorter than me, but easily 275. I felt a tingle down there looking at his thick coating of hair. He sported a black, trimmed beard and had the solid meat look that I really like. Nothing soft' about Patrick. His cock curved upwards, thicker at the base than the tip, and cut neatly. I didn't stare, but I wanted to.
"Patrick you're up in fifteen" said Carl.
Of course, I thought, the one guy I've met so far that inspires me and he's going to get dressed.
"I'll introduce him around" said Andy, taking my hand and pulling me over to the other side. He leaned close to me, "Nice to have another bottom" he whispered. I gave him a questioning stare. He shrugged a little, "A girl knows" he said, smiling.
"I'm not ready to do anything like that" I whispered back, but it sounded hollow even to me.
Andy led me to two guys who were chatting about golf courses. He waited for a lull in their conversation before introducing me to Matt and Drew. I noted they they both also opted for boxers. We chatted a little about sports, golf mostly, which I don't really follow or care much about. It was surreal to be having the conversation in my underwear standing next to a naked guy. Even in this situation, it was obvious these guys were here together and really weren't interested in 'mingling' with anyone else.
"We'll leave you two alone, I just wanted Justin to know he wasn't the only newbie here!" chirped Andy, taking my hand and leading me off. It's a small room, it wasn't like I was going to get lost. "They're sort of a couple" he said in my ear, "Matt is the hot one, Drew is the younger one, but they're basically waiting for some alone time in the other room."
Instead of going back to Max, he led me to the little table. "So do you have any questions?"
I knocked back the rest of the whiskey. "Not to be lewd" I started, "but..."
Andy pointed to the closet. Or I thought it was. "Max prefers that we keep the sex in the other room so guys have a place to go when they're, um, recovering. The action's in there. Right now there's four guys in the bedroom. Last time I checked, they were in the throes of a circle jerk. Want to go in?"
"Of course he does" said Carl, joining us. He had shed his clothes and was wearing a leather harness. Both his nipples were pierced and as my eyes wandered down his mostly hairless body, I was a bit taken aback by a huge cock dangling between his legs. It had a sizable PA. The `uncle' thing was still there, but it was well camouflaged. "He didn't come to shoot the shit. Am I right?" Even his personality was different. Hell, I guess so was mine in these circumstances. "Lose the boxers" he said smiling. "Clothing isn't an option in there."
"Don't be a dick, Carl" protested Andy. "If you're more comfortable with them on, leave them on" he said to me. Carl's appearance was having an effect on me. While I couldn't erase the `uncle' persona, the guy standing in front of me was definitely my type. Better to show some restraint, I thought.
"Suit yourself" said Carl, and he walked past us and opened the door. I took it as my cue to move as well. Andy stood as well and followed.
The bedroom was dimly lit, a towel had been put over the nightstand light. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the space. Two king beds, the one nearest empty, the other piled with bodies writhing around. Carl bounced on the open bed and patted it. "C'mon over" he said to me.
Andy walked past me and sat on the bed next to Carl. I walked over and sat next to Andy, with Carl behind us. He was stroking his massive cock and I finally understood what `choking the chicken' referred to. Carl nudged Andy to move so as not to impede his view. And it was quite a view.
Andy `introduced' me to the bunch, more like reading a program at a game. "Sam's the guy on his back, Charlie is the one with his head on the pillows, Sal is the guy um, working on Sam, and that's Carlos."
Carlos was standing beside the bed feeding his cock to Sam. His head turned at the sound of his name, and he acknowledged us. "Hey" he said to me.
"Hi" I replied. What do you say in this situation? Carlos was tall, probably six three. Broad shoulders, meaty. Probably in his mid fifties. His ass (which was only a foot from my face) was amazing, tight and perky like a twink's. Long, muscular legs, flexing as he pumped. He turned back to his task of gagging Sam. I couldn't really see Sam, since Sal was draped mostly over him. Sal was much older, probably in his late sixties. He was very lean, and a bit wrinkly, but he was going at Sam's cock like a champ. Charlie was another bear, the big, round kind. He wasn't particularly hairy, or beefy, just big. He was playing with Sal's ass and stroking himself. What drew my attention was his huge bull-balls. I'd never seen balls that big. Each one would have fit in my hand.
I felt Carl's hand on my back and turned towards him. His wood was harder now, though still doughy. It was impressive and intimidating. "Ready to lose the shorts?" he asked, grinning. I slipped out of my boxers and my cock sprang up. Andy's eyes were glued to it.
"Oh my, another uncut" he said, licking his lips. "May I?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. Andy threw himself in front of me and devoured my cock. I'm a decent seven, and this guy took it to the balls in one gulp.
"He's good" said Carl behind me, still stroking with one hand and massaging my back with the other. I moaned in response. I opened my legs a little to give Andy more access. Of all the guys here, Andy was probably the one I'd be least likely to hook up with, but he was an awesome cocksucker. In no time he had me hard as steel.
"Lay back" said Carl. There's something about a guy that speaks declaratively that gets to me. I know I can still say `no' but I don't want to. Carl makes room for me and I lay back. From our positions, I can surmise what he wants, but I'm not ready to start sucking his monster. He surprises me by bending over and kissing me. Andy has moved to my balls and I moan, and Carl takes it as his cue to kiss harder. Three minutes into the room and I'm ready to blow a load. Carl is massaging my chest, gently tugging my nipples and I arch my back. My hand finds his cock and my fingers don't touch when I wrap my fist around it. It's hard and soft, and hot. I stroke it for him as he repositions himself beside me.
In a moment, I feel Andy move off me, and I feel his mouth on Carl's cockhead. It's an odd, new feeling and I wish I could see it, but Carl has me pinned. Then I feel another mouth on my cock, more gentle, more tentative. I wonder whose it is, but I'm beginning not to care.
Carl breaks the kiss and looks down at me smiling, "You're a hot piece, Justin" he smiles. "Thank you sir" I reply before my brain has time to edit it. Carl grins maliciously.
"Another time, pup" he says in my ear, "just us." Then he bites my earlobe. He gives my nipple a hard pinch and to my disappointment, he gets off the bed. I take the opportunity to look at who's sucking me. It's Sal, I think, by process of elimination. Sam is still working on Carlos, and Charlie is standing beside Carlos, furiously pounding his meat. His huge nuts are visible even past the copious thighs on him. I wonder how that guy walks.
Carl is by the nightstand, his back to me. Even without seeing it, I know he's getting suited up. Charlie bends over the edge of the bed and climbs on, adjusting himself of the edge of the bed, his hand diving between those two huge cheeks. Andy is on Carlos' ass, diving deep. The scene is so hot, I can't believe it. Sal is a crappy cocksucker, and I'm glad of it or I'd have cum by now.
Carl slaps Charlie's ass and positions himself behind him. He runs that monster up and down Charlie's crack, spits down on it, and grabs Charlie's hips to line him up. For a second I'm jealous of Charlie, but just for a second. Carl's cock is easily bigger than the biggest I've ever taken. Carl has removed the PA at least. I see him pressing into Charlie, half his dick vanishes between the huge cheeks before he encounters resistance. Charlie braces himself, I see his legs quiver a little. It's hard to tell who's pushing, but I can only imagine trying to take that monster. Carl pulls out and applies more lube to his cock. I'm mesmerized by the heft of that thing. It doesn't belong on Carl, it's totally out of proportion. Back in it goes, and Charlie grunts as it hits the wall. Carl's face is clenched, and he goes up on his toes. Charlie lets out a bull bellow as Carl breaches him. Carl eases in, slowly.
"Fuck that's big" grunts Charlie. "Damn" Carl has stopped moving. All eyes are on this moment, even Sal has stopped sucking me to see this. Andy looks over to me and winks. I wonder if he's taken Carl's snake himself. Carl adjusts and starts a slow, rhythmic stroke. Charlie is grunting with every push, but his huge ass stays in place; the bear ain't running.
Carl is going deeper now, pushing harder. Charlie's balls are rocking back and forth with each stroke and the squishing sound of sex fills the room. Sam is madly stroking his cock and watching. He lets out a little yip as he shoots a glob of cum onto himself. Carl and Charlie settle into a pace and Sal tries to go back on me, but I wave him off. I want to stroke myself, but I know I won't last a second.
Sam gets up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and Carlos turns around. Andy's taken a seat next to me to watch the action.
"Want another go Andy?" Carlos asks. I see him full on as he turns to face us. His chest was sprinkled with hair and his slick cock must have been a good eight inches. Andy looks at his still-hard cock longingly.
"I would, but I promised Patrick" he replied. Carl is pumping faster now, and Charlie is muttering between the groans. My eyes dart between the copulation and Carlos' amazing body. A black treasure trail led he eye to that beautiful tool of his.
"How about you?" asked Carlos with a grin. I smile up and him and bend over to get closer to that perfect cock. He steps up and I take it in my mouth, gently, savoring it. I sucked it in slowly, getting used to it, getting familiar with it. This was a cock I wanted to get to know.
"Mmmm" groaned Carlos, "that's nice, but not what I had in mind."
I looked up at his smiling face. Between my eyes and his, that fuzzy black forest, those two pecs, tipped with dark brown, silver dollar sized erect nipples. In my hand a magnificent cock, not too thick. In the other hand, a set of good sized hairy, heavy balls.
There are moments when, if you took the time to think, you would miss the moment. This was one of them. I nodded and Carlos gave a big smile back. Andy reached around Carl and grabbed the tools we needed and handed them to Carlos. This was really happening, I thought. I'm going to get fucked, no prelude, no lame small talk, hell, not even a warm-up make out. I stood up, deciding which bed to use.
As if reading my mind, Carlos stepped up to me and kissed me, hard and long. I savored his lips as my hands roamed his body. He was sweaty and musky and I took him in with pleasure. He broke the kiss and worked his lips down my neck to my chest and I felt my cock starting to leak. For a moment, it was just us in the room. He came back up and kissed me again. His hands grabbed by ass and he squeezed. I felt his finger sliding into my crack, lubing me up as he went. I was struggling to keep my eyes from rolling back. It was foreplay on fast forward, and I have to admit I was liking it. He leaned into me, and I let myself drop onto the bed next to Charlie. Andy helpfully put a pillow under my back.
"Ready?" asked Carlos, putting on the condom.
"Go easy, it's been a while" I said. I wasn't going to roll over, I wanted to watch this hunk as he entered me. Throwing any semblance of prudishness to the wind, I grabbed by knees. Carlos grabbed by left ankle with his right hand and used his left to guide himself towards me. I instinctively clenched at the touch of his cock. "Relax" Carlos growled. "Look at me" he said.
My body was actually bouncing a little from Charlie and Carl's activities. I looked at Carlos and felt the hot, burning sensation as he began his entry. I relaxed into the pain, pushing back a little. I focused on his entry, his opening me. Our eyes were locked, I know I was grimacing in pain and determination. The bed bounced and Carlos popped into me. I cried out then laughed, to let him know I was OK. He held steady there, just inside. Now every movement of the bed was being telegraphed directly to my ass. My ass was moving, but Carlos was not. The sensation was amazing. Carl had shifted into piston gear and Charlie's body was jumping every time Carl bottomed out. I let out a low growl of pleasure, and Carlos inched deeper. He used little in and out strokes that, combined with the big bear next to me moving the bed, made me feel like I was being rabbit fucked.
The pain of entry was subsiding now, and I exhaled a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Carlos surged into me, feeling me relax, and it felt like he was at my belly button.
"OOooh fuck" I said. Carlos took my other ankle in hand and spread my legs, sliding the last two inches into me. I felt an electric shock in my body and let loose a guttural moan. Carlos smiled and ground into me, making me literally shake from head to toe.
"Atta boy" grunted Carl. "Take his cock."
I looked over at Carl. He gave me a wink and pushed his cock into Charlie with a hot vengeance that elicited an umph from the big man.
"Damn Carl, you're hard tonight" said Charlie through clenched teeth. I looked over to my bedmate. His face was dripping with sweat. In a weird moment of communication, we leaned towards each other and kissed. Carlos withdrew about half his cock slowly, teasing me. He reversed and pushed in back, equally slowly. I could feel every inch of him; every vein, every hot outline of his cock. I threw my hands over my head and just enjoyed it. Carlos' rhythm was slow and easy, no hurry, no urgency. My entry became more and more accustomed to his rod and I began to move my hips to give him new sensations. He got the hint and picked up the pace a bit, still only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. It was faster, but still gentle. The same could not be said about Carl. I could see him clearly, if not his cock. From the range of his thrust, he was punch fucking Charlie. I looked at Charlie, head down, ass up, taking it like a man.
I'd lost track of Sal and Andy, although I wasn't really looking for either of them. My attention was on Carlos. I ran my hands over his chest, and as my fingers grazed his huge nips, he pushed deep and hard. I jumped at the jolt to my prostate, and ran my fingers over them again. Carlos groaned and started really getting into the fuck. I was twisting my hips, grabbing his body and fucking him right back. He felt so good inside, I didn't want him to stop.
Carl grabbed Charlie by the hips and practically lifted him off the bed with his dick. No small feat since lifting Charlie with anything but a forklift would be a challenge. Carl bellowed and pushed Charlie flat onto the bed. Charlie whimpered and shook as Carl emptied himself into him. At the same time, I reached down and started tickling Carlos' balls. He gasped and drove into me so hard I yelped.
"Oh shit" he said, and in the next second I felt him tense up. He froze, his cock buried to the balls. He looked at me, mouth open and I felt his cock pulsing. I hadn't meant to make him cum, but I squeezed my ass tightly, wanting him to experience half the pleasure I was getting. Carlos collapsed on me, panting and sweating. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling his cock slipping from me. I hated it being over, but I was glad to have given him a good ride.
"Sorry man" he said in my ear, "I've been edging for hours, and you sent me over the top."
"Oh" I sighed as he finally slipped out, "thank you for the fuck of my life." I held him tighter.
Carlos kissed me and stood up, grabbing the condom off his deflated cock. It was still impressive, and I was pretty surprised I'd taken it. I started to stand, but was a little light-headed. Carl extracted himself from Charlie and Charlie rolled over next to me.
"That was fucking amazing" he said to Carl.
"I always am" replied Carl with a slap to Charlie's ass. He headed for the bathroom with Carlos, leaving me and Charlie on the bed.
"I've never done this before" I confessed. Charlie looked at me with shock. "The group thing" I clarified. Charlie was absently playing with his cock. I slid over to him and put my head on his shoulder. I reached down and started massaging his balls. His arm went around me and pulled me closer. I noticed that we were alone in the room. I started stroking my cock as well, enjoying the camaraderie.
"It took me a while to get used to" he said, staring up at the ceiling. "My lover introduced me to this group, then the bastard went and took up with a twink."
"Are you with Carl now?" I asked, feeling the heft of his balls was making me hard again.
He laughed, "Carl? Fuck no. If it weren't for the cock on him, I wouldn't even talk to the fucker." He laughed again. "No, I'm not looking for anyone right now. Give em a good tug, will you son? I gotta get off before the next round."
I pulled on his nuts, gently, then harder as his stroking got more rapid. I knew it wasn't the right time, but I wanted to know. "Next round?"
[to be continued]
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