Sex in the Sky

*”By Tom Collins and Jushorny”*

**Joel **

Coffee. I adore it. The rich fragrance that fills the air as it brews. The intense, bitter nuttiness of a fresh cup, and the way sweeteners only mellowed it. The cool creaminess as it flows over my tongue, making it tingle ever so slightly. The false, energetic boost as it hits the blood stream, making you feel like it might not be such a bad day after all. There really wasn’t anything like it and nothing to dislike about it. I could drink it to the exclusion of all else but I become twitchy if I drink too much, so I’m forced to limit myself to two grande a day. I can’t keep it in the house because if it were readily available I’d drink it, so I have to settle for buying a cup every morning on the way to work and a second one on the way home in the afternoon.

I’m not by any stretch of the imagination a connoisseur, but it can be very difficult to find a place that’ll let you have your coffee exactly the way you like it if you’re an anal son of a bitch like me. I had lucked out when I moved to this neighborhood a couple of months ago, and found a little mom and pop operation right down the block from my apartment building. The first morning I stepped up and asked if I could tell them exactly how I wanted my coffee, or if I had to order from the menu. The owner smiled and pointed to the store’s name. “Espresso Yourself” is now my double stop of the day. After a couple of weeks of ordering the same thing they even began to anticipate my arrival and would begin mixing it up as soon as I stepped through the door.

The coffee isn’t the only attraction. Many of the people in my building stop in for a cup of Joe on their way to work, but there was one man who caught my eye from day one. Every time I saw him, my stomach fluttered and my palms got damp. There doesn’t seem to be any one thing in particular that I can pin down that attracts me to him. He’s easy on the eyes, and looks wonderful in his suits, but it’s not that. Perhaps it’s the way he moves; it says to me that he’s comfortable with himself, and I like that.

He always came in after me, while I ‘m getting my coffee and some sort of pastry. Once I have my morning caffeine and sugar fix, I keep my head down and leave the store; but I linger outside, watching. When I would see him coming to the door, I’d hurry the half block to the subway entrance, so he wouldn’t become suspicious. All the while, I’d berate myself for not staying and trying to talk to him. I’ve never been able to strike up a conversation with someone I’m attracted to, and wind up spending most of my time alone. I should be used to it, but I’m not, and don’t think I ever will be. I hate being alone, but I can’t bring myself to take the first step.

**Devlin**

I stood in my closet deciding which suit, shirt and tie to wear for the day. I was feeling more flirtatious than usual, and wanted to choose clothes that would catch a few eyes. It’d been a few months since Cathy and I ended our relationship, and since that time, my real estate career had received my full attention, to the detriment of my social life. Truthfully, I was feeling extremely randy and I already had my target selected. He’d be in for some nice eye candy today, I thought as I made my selections. I didn’t normally pursue men; but this particular guy caught my attention. Or, maybe, it was the fact that it appeared that I had caught his attention. I knew he was attracted to me, so the pursuit would be quick and easy, perfect for what I was after.

Zipping up the pants to my recently purchased, solid black suit, I admired the fine tailoring job. The pants showed off both the front and back as well as accentuating my solid thighs, shaped through years of high school and college wrestling. I buttoned the thin white shirt over my sleeveless tee. The fit of well tailored clothing always boosts my self-confidence, making me feel as if I can accomplish anything. After adjusting my tie and sliding on some shoes, I grabbed the suit coat, slung it over my shoulder and headed to the elevator.

The walk to the coffee shop was disappointing at first; disappointing in that I had yet to see my intended target. The glances I was receiving as I made my way cheered me up quite nicely, though. I was pleased to see that my morning’s wardrobe choices were meeting with such approval and I was all smiles by the time I hit the door of “Espresso Yourself “for my morning ‘coffee of the day’.

And there he was. True to form, he was already in line for his morning caffeine fix. I spotted his tall frame and the distinctive fedora amidst the other early morning coffee junkies. It was the fedora that had first caught my attention…the style, not many men have the balls to wear one, and not many men can look as good as this guy in one.

When my turn came, I tried to hold back my devilish smirk as I ordered; receiving admiring glances from the lady behind the counter as well as feeling “his” eyes running over my body. I slung my suit coat over the other shoulder to offer him a nice clear shot of my profile. Giving the lady behind the counter a wink with my thank-you, I turned to see him avert his eyes. He always did that, never making eye contact. Maybe he was afraid I would think he was gay, maybe he was shy or maybe he was too much of a prude to admit he liked to look at me.

I wondered why he had never even said so much as a good morning. Enough time passed and glances traded, it was only natural for one to say something to the other. Not only did we see each other every morning here, but we see each other at the gym on occasion. Of course, I had to admit, I was equally at fault, as I hadn’t said a word to him after all this time either. But, I wasn’t the one lingering in a coffee shop just to stare at someone.

I headed over to the condiment counter to add cream to my coffee. Knowing his eyes would be taking in my backside, I deliberately slowed myself to give him a longer view than normal. I half shook my head realizing I was going to have to do something about my sad state of affairs – or lack of affairs. This little morning show for my mystery man was arousing me more than it should.

I turned and made my way towards the door, making sure that today I would pass by him before he made his quick escape. Once again, his eyes turned elsewhere as I approached, but I made sure I got close enough that he could smell the hint of cologne I wear. As I brushed by, I heard myself say, “Good morning.” I wondered where that came from, as I opened the door to exit, but shrugged it off and headed down the street to the office.

**Joel * *

I spent most of the morning at work too distracted to accomplish anything. Every time I would start something, I would suddenly hear his voice speaking to me, saying, “Good morning.” I’d smell his musky cologne, and my head would start to swim again, the way it did in the coffee shop when he passed so close. An image of him would flash in my mind and my concentration would go right out the window. As I tried to read my emails, all I could think was that had to be a new suit because I’d never seen it before, and I couldn’t believe that he would leave a suit that made him look that good hanging in the closet for two months.

An hour before lunch, my mind began doing more than replaying every move he’d made this morning. I imagined him taking my hand, pulling me along with him, outside and around the side of the building. My mind’s eye lingered over the image of him turning me to face the wall of the alley, pushing my slacks over my hips, caressing my cheeks for a moment. I could hear his zipper go down, and the sound of rustling cloth as he exposed himself enough to press his hot, hard cock against my ass.

I actually shuddered in excitement when I imagined him pulling my hips away from the wall so that I had to lean over a little to brace myself against the bricks. He pulled my cheeks apart, his cock slipping into my crack, and my back arched as I pushed back against him, my fingers trying to dig into the mortar in the wall. The head of his dick rubbed in circles over my pucker, making me slick with his pre cum, and I actually felt it quiver and throb at the mere thought of this sexy stranger invading me.

When my secretary came in to ask what she should order for my lunch, I was hard as a rock under my desk, flushed, sweating mildly and nearly panting. She expressed concern, saying that I didn’t look at all well. I lied through my teeth, and asked her to tell Howard, my boss, that I was ill and taking the rest of the day off.

I simply couldn’t stay at work in this condition. It had been too long since I’d last had a lover and I couldn’t stop the train of my thoughts. Not without masturbating, and there was no way I was going to do “that” at work. I quickly packed my briefcase and used it for a shield to collect my suit jacket and hat from my coat tree. I put on my fedora but draped my jacket over my arm because it was an even more effective shield than the briefcase.

The subway journey home seemed interminable, every stop along the way eating at my nerves and patience a little more than the one before, I was up and standing in front of the door as the train approached my stop. I walked slowly up the block toward my apartment building. Now that I’d actually gotten to my destination, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of my behavior. I’d never taken off work with a feigned illness before and had always done my job to the best of my ability before today. I didn’t even bother to stop for a coffee; I went straight home and changed out of my suit and into a comfortable set of sweats and a well-worn t-shirt.

I sat on the couch, trying to watch a movie on HBO, but I kept losing the thread of the story to thoughts of the stocky blond in his perfectly tailored suit, or worse; in his short shorts and muscle shirt, working out in the building’s gym. My hands wandered to my reawakened cock, rubbing slowly through the soft material of my sweats. I jacked off while thoughts of rimming the blond tumbled through my head and came fast, barely managing to catch it in a couple of tissues; the second time took longer but wasn’t any more satisfying. What I desperately needed was contact with another person and there was only one way I knew that I could get it. I didn’t really want to, though; I hated the anonymous sex of the gay clubs. A fast, hard fuck with a stranger wasn’t what I needed and wouldn’t be much better than my hand.

It was only four o’clock and I knew the gym would be practically, if not totally, deserted at this hour. Standing and adjusting my clothes, I put on my cross trainers and grabbed a towel and my keys then headed downstairs to have a good, hard workout. I was relieved to find the place empty and went right to work, hoping to exhaust myself so I’d be able to sleep tonight.

**Devlin**

After such an interesting beginning, the morning progressed uneventfully. My head was more on the coffee shop hunk than on my work, but luckily, my workload was light. Around noon, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, imagining him there, kneeling between my legs, rubbing his hand over my bulge. His eyes looking up, begging me for the opportunity to unzip my pants, I nodded my approval and watched his fingers slowly slide the zipper, undoing the belt and snap with his other hand. Stifling a moan, I could feel his hand folding back the flaps of my pants to reach inside my boxers and pull my erection out. I whispered to him to go for it, feeling his tongue quickly lap across the head and down along the length. My fingers would run through his hair, encouraging him to continue, watching as he teasingly sucked me into his warm wet mouth. I nearly fell over in my chair when a colleague, stopping to ask if I wanted to join him for lunch, interrupted my thoughts. I told him it was too nice a day to stay inside, I was going to grab a sandwich and head to the park.

Lunch was a bit more eventful. After picking up a sandwich and ice tea, I sat down on a bench in the local park to eat and relax in the warm sun. I had left my suit jacket back at the office and now took off my tie. Noticing two beautiful women across from me, I loosened a few buttons on my shirt and rolled up the sleeves while my eyes lingered on the shapely legs and full breasts. Knowing I had their attention I stood up to deposit the wrapper and bag in the trash, and felt their eyes trailing me, sending a familiar feeling through my body. On my way back to the bench, I nodded a greeting. The ladies smiled and let their eyes wander along my physique. Enjoying their appreciative looks, I decided to lie down on the bench and soak up a few rays before my lunch hour was over.

The afternoon was busier and I hardly had time to think about my admirers from the park or the black haired coffee man. Once I had caught up on my work, my thoughts returned to my own needs. I was desperate for the touch of another, to feel someone’s hands and mouth touching my body. I was hard as a rock by the time five o’clock rolled around. At one moment, I was visualizing myself lying naked in bed with the two lovely ladies from the park pleasuring me simultaneously. The next moment, I was kneeling in the sauna, providing expert oral service to my coffee shop stud. As I sat there rubbing my bulge I decided to head to the gym and take a nice long sweaty run, hoping that would relieve my tension. If that didn’t work, I planned on heading to a neighborhood bar and catch some eye candy.

Once at the gym I stripped off my suit and pulled on a pair of loose running shorts, opting to leave the shirt in my locker. Performing my stretching exercises effortlessly in front of a few people who had already arrived, I placed my hands together, stretched out over my head, and twisted my body back and forth. Next, I lifted one leg onto the bench and leaned forward, stretching the back of my legs. I could feel eyes on me and was thankful I’d worn the loose shorts instead of the spandex ones. I’m sure they still had a nice view of my ass but my arousal was better concealed this way.

After completing a few miles around the track, I stopped to wipe the sweat off my forehead and noticed that my body glistened like the ones in advertisements for sports drinks. I took a few laps around the track at a walking pace, letting my heart slow and my body cool down before hitting the shower. I hadn’t come across my unknown friend and began to think he wouldn’t be here this evening.

Standing in the shower, the hot water ran over my body, rinsing away the sweat, and I shampooed my hair and lathered my body with soap. I realized that I was alone and turned to face the wall, placing my hands against the tile while letting the water rinse the soap away. My thoughts turned to the man at the coffee shop again, mulling over why I’m so interested in him. True, he’s a cutie, in a very masculine way, but I couldn’t say specifically what intrigued me so much. I closed my eyes and envisioned him. He had a well-toned body and I considered what he would look like naked. I bet he has a hairy body, and wondered if he shaved his balls, whether he was cut or uncut, how long and thick his cock would be when hard.

The vision of him naked, kneeling in front of me, his sexy green eyes looking up as he licked my cock was too much for me. I reached down with one hand and began stroking my already stiff dick, letting the water provide lubrication. I no longer cared if anyone entered the shower; I needed to get off. As I fisted myself, I imagined him teasing me with his tongue, licking along the length of my cock before sucking in my balls. I know I moaned when I imagined him biting gently on my smooth orbs. My hips were thrusting as I fucked my hand, pretending it was his mouth; his lips wrapped tightly around my thickness. I could almost feel his hands grab hold of my ass for balance as I pushed my cock head deeper down his throat. In a matter of minutes, I was grunting and spilling my seed onto the shower floor.

I suddenly felt embarrassed as I turned the water off. True, I love to show my body off, but I had never done anything like that before. I glanced around; making sure no one had been watching me before heading back to my locker.

**Joel**

I was toweling my hair and wiping my face as I walked to the locker room, my clothes and hair were almost completely soaked in sweat and it just kept pouring off my face. I’d managed to do what I wanted, in part. I’d worked out hard for two hours and was exhausted, but my mind had lingered on Java Joe, as I’d taken to thinking of the blonde, but being physically tired seemed to make it harder to keep my thoughts on other things.

I was wiping my face as I came around the wall of lockers set in the middle of the room, and stopped dead in my tracks. The object of my lust stood at an open locker, naked as Adam in the Garden, drying himself with a large, fluffy towel. My sneakers made a harsh squeak on the perpetually damp floor and it echoed comically off the tiled walls, alerting him to my presence. His head turned quickly, catching me staring at his ass. Averting my gaze, I went to my locker and dug out a fresh towel along with my shower kit.

His locker and mine were almost directly across from each other so he was right behind me when he said, “Hey, I was going to head for a couple of drinks, want to join me?” I turned, in surprise, to look at him. He was just pulling up his boxer briefs and I had to keep myself from staring directly at his cock as it caught on the waistband and lifted with it before slipping under. I had an even harder time not looking when he reached into his shorts to adjust himself. Instead, I focused on his face, trying to seem as casual as he was while feeling my own cock swelling. I draped my clean towel over my forearm as he stuck his hand out for a shake, “Name’s Devlin, by the way. Devlin Christianson.”

I took his hand by pure instinct and tried to make my voice work. I had to clear my throat a couple of times, but I finally managed to introduce myself to him, “Joel O’Shaughnessy.”

“Nice to meet you, Joel. So…drinks?” he said, raising a brow in inquiry.

“Drinks? Oh, yeah…ummm…sure, that would be nice. Did you have a place in mind? I don’t really know the neighborhood, and don’t go out very often in any case.”

“Sure, there’s a little place around the corner. It’s called “The Lounge Lizard”.” He saw the face I made and laughed, “Yeah, I know. It’s a terrible name, but it’s a nice place and they have a great bartender. He mixes the drinks right instead of making them weak to save money.”

“Alright, but I’ll need to head back to my place first to change clothes. The only thing I have here is stuff for working out in.” I said apologetically, he was putting that terrific suit back on while we talked and would be ready to go right away while I hadn’t even showered yet.

“Hey, no problem, I’m going to change my clothes before we go anyway. This suit looks great, but it wouldn’t be comfortable for a night out. So, I’ll pick you up at your apartment?” He said, grinning and slapping me lightly on the shoulder before pulling his suit coat from his locker.

“Ahh…ok. That’ll be fine. I’m in 1921.” I replied, slightly stunned by the progression of events. I was trying to figure out how I was going to spend the evening with a man that I was this attracted to without making a complete ass out of myself.

“Ok, see you in a bit then, Joel.” I saw him smile again out of the corner of my eye as he patted my bare forearm in a friendly way, giving it a squeeze. The squeeze went straight to my straining cock, making it twitch a little. While I showered and put on clean workout clothes, I tried to decide if Devlin being a touchy guy was a good thing. While in the elevator I concluded that it was good if he was into guys, me in particular, and very bad if he wasn’t. Sighing heavily as the doors opened onto my floor, I decided that it was probably going to turn out to be a very bad thing indeed.

The moment Bob’s cock sank into my mouth, I knew the reasons I’d been reluctant to pursue a gay relationship had been correct. Frankly, I found that I loved cock. I loved the feel of it, the taste of it, everything. And I quickly realized that I was good at sucking cock. I wasn’t sure about the big dicks I could see some of the guys fisting, but I could take a cock the size of what Bob had, and I quickly vacuumed his cock to the hilt. I took him all the way in, then pulled him all the way back, swirling my tongue around the shaft as I did.

As I sucked on Bob, slowly, sensually, I felt someone’s fingers rubbing over my anus. I looked back and it was Curt. He ran his big hands over my butt cheeks, over my anus and between my legs to my throbbing-hard cock, which was already leaking fluid onto the mat. He circled my cock from behind and softly stroked me, and I hummed in satisfaction over Bob’s dick in my mouth.

Then he took his hand away, but only for a moment. This time he had some lubricant jelly on his fingers, and he casually slipped one of them past my sphincter and into my ass. He had big fingers, and he was slowly finger-fucking me, getting the hot lube way up inside me. Then he pulled out, added a little more lube, then pushed two fingers in my ass. I growled at that, and I licked Bob’s cock with absolute lust in my eyes.

I looked up at Bob, and nodded my head.

“It’s time for you to fuck me,” I whispered, and a sort of charge rolled through the room.

I was still kneeling on my mat as Bob walked behind me and got down on his own knees. Just to emphasize my willingness to be used by these men, I reached behind with both hands and pulled my butt cheeks apart, exposing my open hole, slick with lube.

Bob pressed his cock to my ass and I just closed my eyes, relaxed and let him push the head past my sphincter. Because I had already been opened up during my show, there was very little resistance, and we both groaned erotically as his hot, hard cock sank into my rectum.

“Ah God,” I gasped as I felt his hardness begin to fill me. It didn’t feel anything like a rubber cock. It had a soft hardness, if that makes sense, that was completely different from a dildo. And was he ever hot. Bob’s dick felt like a warm rod scudding up my ass, and it was causing sensations like I’d never felt before.

Bob quickly established a steady fucking motion in my ass, gripping my hips to pull me back and forth on his rod. I lightly stroked my own nuclear cock just enough to keep it stiff as a board. An overwhelming lust came over me, and I found myself asking for someone to come put a cock in my mouth and let me suck it off. I wanted to taste cum; I wanted to feel cum on my tongue; I wanted to have cum all over me.

An average-sized white man stepped up and knelt in front of me, and I gobbled his cock into my mouth like a starving man. In no time, the two men were fucking me in tandem, pushing and pulling me on their cocks, as our groans of lust filled the room.

I knew they couldn’t last long. They’d been much too keyed up from my performance and the build-up to this encounter. Bob began to pick up his pace in my ass, pounding me from behind, while the man in my mouth grabbed me on either side of my head and started fucking my face hard.

It was Bob who came first. With a gasp, he drove his cock deeper than ever and spewed a huge cum load into my bowels. It felt like someone had stuck a waterhose up my butt as he filled me with his hot cream. Just a few seconds later, the man in my mouth pushed his way deep into my throat and shot bolt after bolt of tangy cum down my throat. There was a slight acrid taste to it, but otherwise it didn’t taste too bad. I swallowed as much as I could, but he shot so much that some of his cum dribbled out the corners of my mouth. I milked him with my lips to get the last few drops, while my rectal muscles squeezed out the last of Bob’s cum.

Both men pulled out nearly simultaneously, and I could feel Bob’s cum dripping out of my open ass. But it didn’t drop very far, because another man was already in position. He took the fat head of a nice-sized cock and smeared the cum all over the outside of my anus, then pushed his way in to the hilt.

I groaned lustfully, my hard cock bouncing off my belly as I lurched back to meet his incoming thrusts. As I worked my hips over this nice, fat dong, an Asian man with a fairly small cock, maybe 5-6 inches, stood in front of me and pushed his cock into my mouth. I let him fuck my mouth at his leisure, concentrating on the cock in my ass. I could already feel the slickness of my rectum as the man fucked me in frenzied strokes.

These two didn’t last long at all. The Asian man spewed a thick cumload that I was able to swallow with very little trouble, and the man in my ass also shot over a half-dozen hard shots, adding his cum to what was left of Bob’s load. I felt the warm cum slide down my throat as the Asian man withdrew, and I could feel cum dripping out over my crotch as the man in my ass pulled out.

Next up was a large black man, and he came up to my face, knelt down and kissed me hard, insistent. He visibly savored the taste of cum on my lips, then looked me in the eye.

“Are you ready for a really big cock?” he asked, and he had a really big cock. I ran my hands over the hard mahogany-colored tool, which was easily 9, maybe 10 inches long, and fat. I just nodded my head like I was in a trance, so he crawled behind me and pressed the head to my gaping asshole.

It’s a good thing he hadn’t gone first, because if he had, I don’t think I could have taken him. As it was, he stretched my anus wide then filled me incredibly deep. But once he got it all in, I went crazy, because it felt absolutely divine. I looked back over my shoulder and fairly snarled at him.

“OH YEAH!” I shouted. “Fuck me hard, that’s just how I like it!” I was officially in the fuck zone, where nothing else mattered but pure sexual pleasure, and I wanted this big black beauty to fuck me to oblivion. I looked over the men who were waiting and I informed them in no uncertain terms that I was ready to be used.

“C’mon!” I said loudly. “I want two big ones in my mouth!” And two big ones obliged. They were both white men, one with a fairly fat 7-incher, and the other a big guy with a long fat dick. It wasn’t quite as big as the ebony pleaser in my ass, but it was close, and they both stepped up to either side of my face and let me start working on them.

I took them both in a hand and stuck my mouth over the one to my left, the smaller of the two. I sucked on his throbbing hard pecker, then moved to the other. I could only get about two-thirds of this guy in before it just wouldn’t go in any further. I worked on him, then went back to his partner. Back and forth I went, slobbering drool onto the mat as I went from cock to cock.

Meanwhile, Black Beauty was fucking me with even, steady strokes, not too fast and not too slow, and I could feel his hand reach around my waist and start to stroke my cock in rhythm to his back-and-forth thrusts.

The two cocks at my head were each fucking my mouth with harder, faster strokes, and on cue, they both took their cocks out of my hands and jacked off furiously for maybe 10 seconds. I stared fascinated at their hands on their cocks, and gasped when they both exploded almost at the same time. They shot their cum all over my face in big, white gouts of semen. They covered both of my eyes, my lips, cheeks, everywhere. When they had finished shooting, I pulled the head of each cock to my lips and drained the last dregs of their orgasm onto my outstretched tongue.

When that display was finished, the man in my ass said, “now it’s time to really fuck you like a whore.”

He pulled his huge cock out of my ass, rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs high and rammed his cock back into my red, swollen ass. I gasped with pleasure as he began to fuck me at a far more brisk pace than he had earlier. Quickly, one of the Hispanic men straddled my head and pushed a fair-sized cock into my mouth from behind. At the same time, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back until I was nearly bent in two, and in this position, the black guy could really hammer my ass.

And, man, was I loving it! They worked like a well-oiled machine, using me like a ragdoll, drilling their cocks all the way to the hilt with no regard for me whatsoever. The guy fucking my face simply ignored whatever gag reflex I may have had left and was fucking my throat with purpose, right in time to the guy fucking my ass. I could hear gibberish escaping their lips as they fucked harder and faster.

Just when I thought I was going to choke, the guy in my throat swelled and shot a tremendous load of cum straight into my stomach, and seconds later, the black guy finally surrendered his load, and I thought he’d never stop cumming. Even before he finished, I could feel his cum oozing out around the base of his cock and onto my mat.

My chest was heaving when they pulled out, leaving me bereft of the cock that I had already come to love.

I wasn’t empty very long, however, as two more men stepped onto the mat and introduced their cocks to my eagerly waiting holes. A smallish white man knelt between my widespread legs, slid his cock up my flooded ass and quickly set up a brisk fucking pace. His cock wasn’t real long, but it was quite meaty for its size, and he fucked me effortlessly.

At the same time, a plumpish Asian with a good-sized cock knelt to the right of my head and offered me his cock to suck. I reached up and fed it into my mouth, licking the shaft as it scudded into my throat. I was a little surprised at how easily I’d mastered the art of deep-throating a cock. This wasn’t exactly a small cock, but I was able to take this man to the hilt with a minimum of effort.

I sucked his cock with long, deep thrusts, then pulled his cock out and sucked each of his low-hanging balls into my mouth, while I watched him steadily jacking his cock. Turns out, I’d been too good, because as I licked right at the sensitive place between his scrotum and his anus, he groaned heavily and shot a half-dozen thick ropes of cum over my face, adding them to the cum soup that streaked my face.

Watching my face get hosed like that was too much for the man who’d been fucking my ass, because he suddenly pulled his cock out and shot his cum load all over my abdomen and over my throbbing-hard cock. He covered my dick with his cream, and when he was done, I gently massaged the hot stuff all over my crotch area. I say gently, because I was getting pretty close to cumming myself, and I was trying to delay my release as long as I could. It was agony, but delicious agony, to hold back the geyser of cum that was boiling in my balls.

My attention was quickly diverted, however, when I saw the two cocks that were up next. A tall white man with a long, fat cock was kneeling between my legs, while a light-skinned black man with a long, slender cock was ready for me to suck him. The man with the fat cock maneuvered me back onto my knees, the better for me to take his big dick. I looked over my shoulder and purred.

“Oh yeah, fuck me with that fat cock,” I panted. “Fuck me hard with it.”

And, boy, did he. He pushed the bulbous head of his cock into my gaping ass all the way to the hilt and quickly began to fuck me with hard, fast strokes. I howled with pleasure and humped my ass back vigorously on his dick as we worked together for our mutual pleasure. My raging hard cock bounced off my belly as he worked me back and forth on his cock. I looked up to find that the black man had laid down on his back and was sliding up the slimy mat underneath me. He grabbed my cock and slid his lips over the head and I pushed forward to let my shaft enter his throat.

At the same time, I bent over, grabbed his cock and plunged my mouth over the shaft and into my throat. In no time, we were sinuously fucking each other’s mouth, while I was being drilled by the big dick in my ass.

As I got royally fucked, it felt almost like I was hallucinating, even though I was stone sober. I guess I was overdosing on testosterone or something, but I actually felt like I was high just from extreme sexual pleasure. Yet every time I felt like I was close to coming, the black man who was sucking me squeezed the base of my cock to stem the flow. That didn’t stop me from vigorously sucking his cock until he was humping his hips upward to drive his cock into my throat.

The cock in my ass was fucking me faster as well, and the black man released my cock and groaned heavily. I pulled my mouth off his cock and lowered my head just as he shot a fountain of cum into my sweaty hair. I took the first few bolts on the top of my head then let the rest spurt onto my already-saturated face. From behind me I heard another groan and I felt a hot splattering of cum shoot up my bowels.

The man underneath me rolled off the mat, replaced by an average-sized white man who grabbed my hair and drove his cock into my mouth, fucking my face like a whore. I loved it.

At the same moment, the big cock that had been in my ass pulled out, and a stream of cum flowed down the backs of my legs. He was quickly replaced by the other Hispanic man, a handsome, dark-haired fellow with an average-sized cock. He slid into my ass easily, and humped me hard.

I have to say that by that time, my ass was so fucked open that I could barely feel him, but I made an effort to squeeze my rectal muscles enough to give him a little friction. He’d been watching the show and waiting so long that he didn’t last but a couple of minutes, and when I felt him swell up, he wrenched his cock out and splattered hot cream all over my buttocks and my red, gaping ass. Seconds later, I felt a jet of spicy-hot cum shoot down my throat. I swallowed every drop with a groan.

These two fellows fell away, and I felt myself being rolled onto my back again. The third black man was taking his turn, and he had another huge cock for me. It wasn’t quite as fat as the last big cock I’d taken, or as long as the first black cock I’d had, but it was plenty big and I moaned in utter lust as he took my ankles in one hand, lifted my legs and thrust his cock up me. When he was in all the way, he released my legs, and I instincively wrapped them around his waist to pull him as deep into me as he could go.

I was delirious with lust as he fucked me fast and hard, then I felt my head being pulled back and another white guy with a large cock slid his cock all the way in my throat and began to fuck my face like it was a pussy. These two worked me over like a ten-dollar whore, and when they came it was like two firehoses spewing in me. I swallowed as much of the white guy’s huge load as I could, but I couldn’t take it all, and several big spurts of cum flowed out of my mouth, covering my nose and running down my cheeks.

It was pretty much the same with the big cock in my ass. I’d been filled with so much cum that there was no place for his prodigious load to go, and it simply flowed out from around his pistoning cock in rivulets over my butt. I was practically swimming in cum by the time he was finished.

I looked around the room, and realized that the only guy who hadn’t cum yet was Curt, and it turned out that he had the biggest cock of them all. My throat was sore, my jaw ached, my ass was numb and my cock was so hard it hurt. I was covered in cum almost from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, but I was a long way from being through.

Curt moved me back onto my knees, crouched behind me and slowly pushed his cock up my flooded rectum. In spite of all I’d been through, I felt an electric charge run through me as Curt began to fuck me with slow, but powerful strokes. From out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bob walking up to me with a renewed hard-on. He’d gone out and taken a dip in the pool, and smelled fresh and clean.

I sucked Bob deep in my throat, something I hadn’t been able to do earlier, and together, he and Curt fucked me leisurely. As Curt began to pick up steam, he leaned over and whispered to me.

“It’s time for you to cum,” he said. “Show us all how much you’ve enjoyed being our whore. Jack off for us and shoot that load.”

I groaned as I took my purple boner in hand and began to stroke in tandem with the increased pace of Curt’s cock in my ravaged ass. Faster and harder, the three of us worked, Curt in my ass, Bob in my mouth and me in my hands. I gave a muffled squeal over Bob’s pulsing cock as I felt the quicksilver tingle of my cum overflowing from my balls.

From deep in my core, I felt the cum race through my cock and explode out the end in at least a dozen hard spurts, adding my cream to the pool of cum that had dripped off my body onto the mat. As I came, I dimly heard Curt gasp and I felt like something bullets being fired into my bowels. I thought Curt’s cum was going to spew out my mouth, that’s how hard he came. He just kept fucking me and shooting cum, cum that had nowhere to go but down the backs and insides of my legs, to pool under my knees.

Just then, Bob pulled his cock out of my mouth and added his second cum load to the mask of cum that covered my face. We gasped for breath as the power of our orgasm washed over us.

Finally, Bob staggered back onto the sofa, Curt stumbled to the kitchen, and I flopped forward onto the cum-covered mat. I writhed around in utter ecstacy and felt the cum and sweat cover my body. I was so turned on by what I’d just done.

Curt came back with a tall glass of ice water, and I managed to wipe enough cum off my face to gulp it down. It still left a cum taste in my mouth, which also turned me on. And I could see that everyone was still watching me with avid eyes, and, incredibly, I was watching them with the same look. I’d been fucked into a state of hallucination, but I wanted more.

And for the next hour, that’s what I got. Everyone got a second round with my cum-covered, fuck-ravaged body. My ass felt like a train had been driven up it, but I was utterly insatiable.

When I’d rested a little bit, I had three guys in front of me alternating fucking my mouth, while my ass was being fucked. They took their time, and when they were ready to cum, they all pulled out and shot their loads on my body.

The sexual delirium descended on me again, and the rest of it was a little hazy. I was able to get a general idea of who and what were fucking me, and where, but the details were a little dim.

I remember that I was rolled onto my back while a white guy filled my ass and the first, big-dicked black guy fucked my mouth. When they came, the white guy pulled out and shot on my belly and cock, which was back up to nearly-full hardness, while the black guy nearly choked me with his cum load.

They pulled out and a white guy with a big cock fucked my ass and another white guy, one with a smallish cock, fucked my mouth. The big cock in my ass shot his load in me, but the guy in my mouth pulled out and added his cum to my body. I think he was trying to find a spot on my body that wasn’t gleaming with the reflection of cum, but I don’t believe he found one.

Then it was back on my knees where a black guy fucked my ass and the white guy with the big fat cock fucked my mouth. They both pulled out at the last second and shot cum on me. Throughout the second round, I was steadily, dementedly stroking my cock, which was hard as a rock again, even though it was my third hard-on of the night, coming after two incredibly intense orgasms.

I think it was an Asian guy who fucked my ass next, and a Hispanic guy whose cock I sucked. They both came in me, as much as it was possible to. A white guy got my ass next, and the third black guy fucked my mouth. By this time, I’d sucked so many huge cocks that his dick entered my throat effortlessly. They fucked me for what seemed like a long time, then they pulled out and shot cum on my chest and on my back.

At last, only Curt and the last of the white guys were left. Everyone else was sitting around watching, sprawled out on the sofas. Some were too exhausted, but others were working to muster up yet another hard-on. I was so far out of it, I really didn’t care. I was rolled onto my back like a ragdoll, and Curt slid his cock into my throat while the other guy filled my ass. He had a really big cock, but my ass was so numb and so fucked open by then I could barely feel him. My own cock, however, was still standing up proud and tall, proof of better living through chemistry.

As Curt gently pushed his cock back and forth in my mouth, he moved my hands away, bent over and slid my cock into his mouth. While my ass was getting a final fucking, Curt and I did a long, slow 69, and we came together. He shot a nice, big cumshot that I was able to swallow, while I filled his mouth with my third, and final cum load of the night. As I came, the guy in my ass shot his load deep in my bowels, and that load joined the pool of cum that I was lying in.

They stepped back, and I just lay on the mat exhausted. I looked up through bleary eyes, and was stunned to see about eight of the guys with renewed erections. I managed to lift my head and croaked that if they wanted to they could jack off on me, but that I’d taken all the cock that my body could handle.

So I laid back on the cum-covered mat, my entire body covered with slick, slimy cum and watched as I was surrounded by guys furiously stroking their cocks, trying to will one final orgasm. As I looked up with a weary, but bemused smile on my face, one by one they started to cum. By now, there wasn’t much sperm in these cum shots, but they were wet and the orgasms appeared to be intense.

When they were finished, I was literally lying in a lake of cum. I was covered with the stuff, even to my hair and the soles of my feet. As I struggled to stand up, everyone broke into spontaneous applause, and I managed a weak nod as Curt and Bob helped me off the mat. I staggered to the bathroom and was afforded the chance to shower. As I washed myself, I couldn’t believe how cored open my asshole still was.

When I’d showered and dressed, it was just Curt and Bob left of the party. They were dressed in long robes, and they stood up to see me out. They had cleaned up my mat and folded it up for me.

“So how do you feel?” Curt asked, as he handed me my mat and my bag.

“I’m sore,” I said with a weary laugh. And I truly was. My ass was sore, my cock was red and chapped, every muscle in my body ached, my jaw hurt and my throat felt shredded. Good thing I was in shape.

“Think you might like to do it again some time?” he asked.

“Well, I’m not sure about that,” I said. And truthfully, as incredible as the experience had been, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to try anything like that again. I’d scratched my itch for cock, and then some. I’d taken the plunge, and was satisfied that I could do it, but I don’t know if that’s something I’d want to do again.

But as I thought about Curt’s huge cock, and Bob’s soulful eyes, I felt a stirring in my groin, and I winked at them as I shook their hands and headed for the door.

“I might not want to do 17 guys ever again, but if you two want a private show some time, you know how to reach me,” I said.

Then we all laughed and I headed home for a well-deserved rest.