This is pure fiction. None of it ever happened except in the head of the writer. It is not intended to be read by anyone not of legal age or anyone offended by descriptions of sex among consenting adult males in private. The only message beyond (hopefully) pleasurable reading is that safe sex is the only policy.
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A June Day
Sometimes you just get horny. In the old days, you had to invest in a hard-to-find gay magazine and fulfill by hand or waste a lot of time cruising in order to get off, but in the amazing era of the personal computer, you're only a few clicks away from whatever you desire.
If you feel like jacking off, there are thousands of free web sites on the Internet that will lend the proper stimulus, pictorially or verbally. If you want to get intimate with someone, there are many sites offering live gay chat and the possibility of arranging an instant "date".
On this particular cool, June day, I was in the mood for a party. I wanted cock and plenty of it. I dropped into a gay-oriented site I knew that was patronized by quite a few people from the Chicago, IL. area. I was rewarded by finding 10 people in the chat room and delighted when 8 of them responded favorably to the idea of a group sex encounter. The other two were either not interested or just "lurkers". Careful to stay within the law, I questioned each respondent about his age and employment as well as his disease status via "private line".
Convinced I wasn't dealing with any illness, minors, or policemen, I proposed meeting within an hour at the meat counter of a centrally located supermarket. The common identifying factor was to be a breast pocket handkerchief.
Two of the eight could not make the scene owing to distance, but I figured seven guys could have a lot more entertainment splitting the cost of a motel room for less cost than 20 minutes for each in a video booth.
I took a dozen rubbers and, stuffing a hanky in my pocket, drove off to the store. Though I was 15 minutes early, there were already two guys with the I.D. at the meat counter! They had apparently already picked up on one another and were chatting casually while browsing over the contents of the meat case. As I drew near, their eyes were drawn to the hanky in my pocket. A quick look of recognition passed between us. Thinking to minimize attention by not having three guys with hankies in their pockets hanging around together, I browsed around the store a bit, returning now and then to the meat counter to see who else had shown up. I encountered three more at different spots in the store as I wheeled my empty cart up and down the aisles.
I nodded to each of them as we passed.
Excitement was building in my gut as the agreed upon time drew close. I returned to the meat case and the six of us began milling about pretending to ignore the others, hoping the 7th guy would show soon. I pointed to my wristwatch and held up five fingers signaling this was how much longer we would wait.
Thinking about refreshments, I went to the beer cooler and grabbed a twelve pack, hoping someone would follow suit. Two did, and when we returned to the meat case, our man had arrived. Those of us with purchases checked out at different registers and we all met on the sidewalk outside the market.
Since my conversion van holds seven comfortably, I suggested I drive, mentioning a low priced Red Roof Inn that was close by. I would register for the room while they sat in the van, obviating the possibility of my taking off with the collection for the cost of the room. All agreed to this and we were soon in my van introducing ourselves. I'd never seen any of them before, and apparently they were all unknown to each other. In the captain's chair beside me was Roy; a Black man who looked to be in his late 40's, trim but muscular, and clean shaven.
Behind me was Verne; a short fellow in his middle 60's, rather stockily built. Beside him was Andy, a fleshy, rather Italian looking man of 40 something. On the rear bench sat Rusty, Paul, and Jim. The last was quite stout, I guessed in his mid-fifties, while the other two appeared to be in their twenties and were reasonably fit.
After each had chipped in $10, I registered for the room, explaining to the clerk that we were having a sales planning meeting (thus the lack of luggage and casual dress). The bill came to $63.00 after tax so I had a dollar each to refund.
We all filed into the room, and once the door was shut, began undressing.
There were enough hangers in the closet to accommodate everyone. The atmosphere was still a little charged as none of us had ever done this before and we weren't yet completely comfortable with one another. As we checked each other's equipment, Verne announce that he and Andy were going to take a shower together and disappeared into the bathroom after asking if anyone needed to use the facility first.
Roy sat down on one of the beds, legs spread invitingly. His large cock began to unwrinkle as it came to attention, stretching out to what appeared to be a full 8". I stepped to the closet and fished the packages of condoms out of my pants pocket. I handed one to Roy, kept one for myself, and placed the rest of them on the desk. Roy rolled the device on deftly and scootched up onto the bed crosswise to the length. I put mine on also and lay down next to him head to foot. We began caressing each other, tickling feet and ankles, finding the sensitive spots and the rewarding squirm as we hit them. The backs of Roy's knees were particularly touchy, and his cock leapt each time I drew a finger across the thick sinew there. That reaction coupled with a mixture of pleasure moan and giggle. We began licking each other's thighs, teasingly avoiding the raging rods that were begging for attention.
Many Black men favor scented soaps and perfumes, but Roy was as natural as could be. His skin was only slightly salty with a hardly noticeable tinge of perspiration. I vastly prefer my men that way.
I worked my way up to his scrotum, and pushing his huge cock up with the bridge of my nose, alternately sucked his nuts into my mouth. He giggled and wriggled and then returned the favor eliciting a similar response from me. Just as he placed the end of my cock in his mouth, I peeked over his thigh to see Jim kneeling in front of Rusty and Paul alternately sucking each while they kissed each other.
Roy and I were noisily sucking at each other when Andy and Verne emerged from the bathroom.
Each sported a hardon encased in latex. They stood on either side of the bed, towering over our busy heads. As if on some prearranged signal, each lay down; Verne behind me, and Andy behind Roy. Busy fingers began greasing our assholes with KY, and we knew we were about to be filled at both ends.
Thank goodness Verne is not a big man, for he slipped into me easily with very little pain. Roy was not so fortunate. Andy and he had quite a time of it before the root was buried. Each time Verne's cock touched my prostate, I feared I would go off, and I felt Roy's cock seem to swell with every forward thrust from Andy's hips. The four of us were sweating profusely, and the noise we were making easily drowned the slurping sounds Jim was making across the room.
I felt myself getting close to cumming and pulled out of Roy's mouth. He pulled out of mine and the two champions ceased their buggering of us. I rolled over on my back to receive a breath-robbing, tonguing kiss from Verne who lay down on top of me; his raging cock pressed against the length of mine wedged between our bellies. Roy and Andy were similarly disposed.
"I need a break," I said breathlessly, "how about a beer?"
"Sure," replied Verne, rolling off to let me up.
I handed him one and sat down on the bed next to him. The beer was cold and delicious, a marked contrast to the hot pole that had filled my mouth moments ago.
Jim, Paul and Rusty had meanwhile formed a triangle on the other bed and were noisily slurping away at each other. Roy and Andy had also cracked brews and we were seated on the bed, knees touching, no longer self conscious at our nakedness, and strangely blase' about the scene on the next bed. All of us were still hard, and that mammoth cock of Andy's looked inviting, but no way was I going to risk sucking him without a fresh condom after he'd been up somebody's hole with it. Casual sex with strangers is fun, but taking risks is just plain stupid.
I reached over and took hold of it with my hand.
"How about changing your raincoat and sharing some of this with me?"
"Happy to oblige," he said, rolling it off and depositing it in the dustbin by the side of the desk and taking a fresh one from my stack. I set my beer down and in a moment we were in full 69. His body was covered with coarse black hair in contrast with Roy who had little body hair beyond the kinky curls of his pubis and underarms. I had a little discomfort stretching my mouth around that massive pole and could appreciate the pain Roy must have felt when he'd shoved it into his ass. Nonetheless, with a mighty struggle, I managed to get a good 2/3's of it into me while Andy gobbled me all the way to the root. One of the advantages to having a smallish cock is that no one has trouble handling all of it in either orifice, and I've yet to fuck a man who complained I didn't reach his prostate.
Beside us, Verne had lay down on his back, placed his legs over Roy's shoulders, and, with a grunt, accepted the thick black snake that slithered into his ass. The air was filled with the sound of frenetic sucking and balls and belly slapping against asscheeks.
It was too much for me, I was beyond the point of holding back. I felt that rush in the pit of my stomach, my whole body spasmed, then came the release as jizm pumped out of me and filled the condom. Andy responded to each spurt with a milking action that intensified the experience for me.
Somewhat to my disappointment, he pulled out of my mouth and knelt above Verne's head, providing that worthy with fulfillment from both ends.
I took a swig of my beer and joined Jim, Rusty, and Paul who were taking a break on the other bed. We just lay around, bodies touching and occasionally taking a playful swig off the nearest cock. For having already cum once, Jim surprised us by being hard as ever.
Apparently he is one of those rare individuals that can keep it up after an orgasm. (Mine shrivels up and goes under cover).
A sharp shout from Roy signaling that he was dumping his load into Verne's ass was muffled as Andy leaned forward to plant a kiss on his mouth. Andy's body trembled slightly and we smiled at the thought of what was happening in Verne's eager mouth. The two men removed their condoms and dropped them in the dustbin, adding to the distinct odor of sweat and sperm that now filled the room.
Verne lay there, his wedge shaped cock sticking straight up in the air. He had as yet not cum, so Jim scrambled greedily over to him to relieve him of the pent up nectar, despite the fact that Verne wore no rubber. Remembering the old days and how much I enjoyed the spurting and the taste of cum in my mouth before prudence dictated that bodily fluids not be exchanged under any circumstances with casual partners, I envied Jim his courage, but was not going to do anything rash. By definition each of us was promiscuous, not averse to mixing alcohol and sex, and those are two heavy factors in the spread of the virus. No, I would be content to use and insist on any partners' use of an appliance, no matter what others might do.
After a brief tussle, Jim's face rose from Verne's crotch, the trophy evident all over his face.
Cum dripped from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. A wad was smeared on his left cheek.
He moved up and covered Verne's mouth, sharing the juices with him in a long, passionate kiss.
My young remaining companions on the bed had slipped into a sixty-nine while I watched the denouement of Verne and Jim. Rusty was on top; his firm ass quite inviting as it clenched and relaxed. I began caressing it, then stole a finger to the pucker, rubbing it gently without pushing in. Rusty reached around and grabbed my stiff poker, all but pulling me up off the bed in signaling his willingness for a friendly invasion.
I grabbed a condom from the desk and lubed up with KY. I stood at the side of the bed, my nuts resting on Paul's forehead as I pushed my newly hardened cockhead into Rusty's asshole. It entered with a pop and I slowly pushed forward until I felt him jump beneath me as I touched his prostate. None of us were in any hurry. The two beneath me sucked each other slowly and luxuriously while I simply eased in and out behind Paul.
Suddenly Roy stepped up onto the bed and straddled Rusty and Paul, his straining hardon presented to me at eye level. With a grin I accepted the offering into my mouth. Behind me, Jim and Verne were still kissing and making out on the bed. Andy slipped to the other side of our bed and aped the action that I was giving Rusty on Paul. All five of us were covered with sweat, grunting and slurping as we developed a rhythm the envy of any musical quintet.
I saw Verne move over behind Andy and kneel down behind him, his hands gripping the man by the hips. There was no doubt that Andy was in for at least a rimming. I felt Jim's hands on my hips, and in a trice felt my asshole being entered by a warm wet tongue.
With each outward pull from Rusty's ass he licked my nuts then returned to my ass on the inward thrust.
I had never experienced an orgy like this, hadn't even considered the possibility of it, yet here we were, 7 men all connected in various ways in a sexual tryst.
Excitement built in my bowels as we enjoyed the moment, then I felt myself filling the tip of my condom as the pulsing of Roy's cock in my mouth began.
As my flaccid cock shrank out of Rusty's ass, I turned away, being immediately replaced by Jim, now wearing a condom, and the exchange hardly cost a stroke. Roy swung his leg over the 69-ers and we retired to the other bed for a bit of necking and needed rest.
Having cum twice in less than an hour, I was exhausted and even considered a catnap. Where safer than in the arms of this gentle Black man who held me tightly and kissed me with full, soft lips?
The orgy on the other bed wound down as each man enjoyed his moment and left the group. Finally we all were sitting on the beds enjoying a cold beer and relishing the naked camaraderie of the group.