Grand Rapids—September, 2019

I was so ready.  I couldn’t wait to have some group play with the like minded men who gather to the north of me.  I know I have to make it a slightly shorter event, as I need to leave on a business trip in the morning.  This time I was requested to bring my rimseat as the host had a sling already in place. 

I arrived in good time to get it set up.  The leather covered bed is still the focal point of the play space.  The rimseat went over to the side.  The new (to me) sling hung from the rafters where I used to set up mine.  I went downstairs and socialized with a few other men who got there before the appointed hour.  A nine o’clock I began to unbutton my shirt…

Four of us go upstairs at the top of the evening.  I stand to the side of the bed.  A bearish newbie kneels and begins to get me hard.  He proves to be a bit toothy, a slight surprise, as he turns out to be an oral-only guy.  My eyes are riveted on a new top who has grabbed a leatherish bottom in a blue jock and is tongue fucking, really pushing his handsome face deep into the spread cheeks of the bottom.  I push my cocksucker down to my balls at the same moment the top goes from rimming to fucking.  Now I can really see the new top.  He has lots of blond hair on a pumped up chest—but one that looks like it is from hard work not the gym.  He has a long, thin cock that is spearing into the wet ass in front of him.  When he finally pulls it out, I see that he has a good seven + inches.  He also wears a set of dog tags.  They are real.  They bounce and clank as he fucks.  He pulls out.  I pull away from my sucker and kneel to clean his dick.  He is sort of surprised, but pleased.

There are now eleven of us in the room.  Everyone is having sex somehow.  Lots of oral this early in the proceedings, but two other men join the bottom on the bed.  Dog Tags moves to a new hole—and I want to fuck the hole Dog Tags was just in.  The only other all top man here tonight, goes up the third guy.  We spend the next 15 minutes fucking the ass in front of us and then rotating to the next one, so all three bottoms get a chance to feel all three of us inside their increasingly wet holes.

I grab my last ass—a great versatile guy I haven’t seen in almost a year.  We hug and I suggest he sit on the rimseat.  I crawl under and he plops down on it—the seat nicely spreading his hole—that has already had three cocks in it.  My lips and tongue devour him as he strokes.  I can tell the Oral Only guy is on my dick.  My lying down seems to be a better angle for him—or his skills have improved.  I hear the man above me open his poppers.  His butt hole flowers totally open.  I lick and suck his ass lips and pant whenever his ass lube drips onto my tongue.  He sighs and takes another hit…

*

I finish a fuck—once again opposite Dog Tags.  My man has rolled away, pleading for a break.  I watch the other top still plowing into our host.  I move around behind him.  I am hoping to lick his ass on the back stroke.  My tongue connects.  He loves it.  He calls me a “Dirty fucker” and grinds his hairy ass in my face.  And keeps fucking until the bottom pulls away and spins to clean the dick that was plowing him. 

Now it’s just us.  Dog Tags tells me to stay on the floor, but lean against the bed.  I do, so my head is on slight angle, resting on the top of the mattress.  He turns and steps astride me and lowers his ass to my face.  He grinds and is quite vocal in calling me more names.  Even more so after someone hands him a bottle of poppers.  He suddenly stands up.  “Now you have to fuck me.”

Huh?  I can’t believe my good fortune.  I had no idea he is versatile—he’s been plowing every available ass all evening.  We go to the sling.  It takes me a moment to get into him—but eventually all my saliva and some coconut oil helps me slide in.  I give him a pounding to remember me by…

*

A regular wants a turn under the rimseat eating my hole.  I’ve been busy.  I have been in every man who takes dick in his ass.  I can use a break.  And the view is great.  A big dicked, grey haired vers guy is plowing the man whose hole I ate on the rimseat earlier.  They are right next to us.  I have a great view to watch and stroke to as my ass is at first tentatively licked and is soon being expertly tongue fucked. 

I watch the fuck.  I take a hit of poppers. The big dick pulls out of him.  “Here,” I tell him.  “Let me clean it.”  I do just that, savoring the ass juices (and I think someone’s load) on his dick.  All while my hole is being pleasured.  My cleaning reinvigorates the top—and he goes right back into the hole he left.  He fucks it hard—then brings his cock back to me for more service.

“I want some of that,” says Dog Tags.  He takes over fucking.  He plows my friend, then pulls out and presents me with his cock.  “Taste his ass,” he grunts.  “Clean my damn dick.  Every drop.”

I do my best.  He rips it out of my mouth and shoves it back into the turned up ass.  “Fuck,” he grunts.  He gives him a few strokes and then it’s back to me.  “Open your mouth, fucker.....”

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