Sunday Tea Room Orgy

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Like millions of red-blooded American males I work Monday through Friday—eight, ten, and sometimes twelve hours a day. Saturday I reserve for personal and household chores. Sunday is for family and cruising.

One particularly horny afternoon after a two-week business trip, I headed for the park, a block down from the Baths, an almost guaranteed source of pulchritudinous Manmeat any hour of the day or night, because so many of the patrons were either making a pit stop enroute to the Tubs, or were desperate, having not gotten any.

In the john I interrupted a threesome. A pimply-faced guy, barely of legal age, was being sucked by a middle-aged pudgy dude in glasses. They were joined by a tall pale skinny guy who looked like he'd been ill, and all were sucking and kissing each other.

I watched nervously from the doorway, keeping my distance. The skinny dude beckoned to me. I approached them trepidly, displaying my lack of expertise with orgies. But Sickly reached beneath my Tee to twist my Tits, while Pudge bent down to suck me. I went soft due to nervousness, and Pudge went back to sucking the other guys. I sauntered out to my car for a Viagra, slipping the bitter tablet beneath my tongue for quicker absorption.

Mission accomplished I strolled back in, and Sickly started sucking me . I knelt down on the hard concrete and sucked his massive, uncut Dick. He played with my Balls and Ass. A Sleazy Leering Dude in jeans and leather jacket came in. God, how he reminded me of my deceased ex-Lover, Peter (AIDS death, Class of 2000) who'd tried unsuccessfully to POZ me! He unzipped and played with himself, watching the action. Sickly kissed my neck while working two fingers inside of me.

The youngish guy shot his Wad and left, leaving me the center of attention. Again Pudge knelt to suck my Dick. He was definitely improving with experience. Sickly kept fingering my Hole, proclaiming passionately how badly he wanted to fuck me. Peter stood beside me, leering and beating his Meat while I was sucked and fingered.

Pudge, begging to be fucked, massaged lube onto my Cock. I rubbed my Rod up and down his Crack, but somehow managed to resist, though Sickly, still fingering my Hole, urged me on.

I played with Peter and got his Cock wet with salvia and lube. He put his arm around me and pulled me towards him. I bent down and sucked him. I must admit it was hot sucking him—kind of a head-trip sucking such a Sleazy Bastard (like my ex-Lover), and that I was the same as both of them.

Sickly could no longer hold back. He grabbed the lube from Pudge, greased his Dick, and rammed It up my Pussy. That hurt like Hell, and I cried out. Sympathetically Pudge started sucking me again, and I alternated going down on Pudge and Peter while Sickly screwed me.

A decrepit old Turd, attracted by our moans and groans, came in to watch. Shortly after that I announced I was cummin’ (like, big deal, who gives a shit when some perverted Faggot shoots his Wad for the umpteenth time!)

Well, apparently the Old Troll did. (From the looks of him he hadn't gotten any since World War II.) He muscled in, almost knocking Pudge off balance, wrapped his toothless lips around my Cock, and let me blow my suspect Load down his geezer throat .

When I got to my room at the Baths, I checked my Ass and wiped away a manly mix of Blood and Cum and Lube and Shit. I met up with an older married brother who'd fucked me several times before, and explained why I wanted him to be extra gentle that afternoon. He professed to know both Sickly and Peter, having had sex with both of them on more than one occasion. Sickly had just been released from the hospital (AIDS related pneumonia) and Peter had openly been a PWA for six years.