The Luau (Part One)

[Barratboy]

When Bill pulled up in his truck, my stomach started to fill with butterflies. I was more than a little nervous, and felt jittery and awkward. I forced myself to be nonchalant as I picked up my backpack and walked to the passenger side of his pickup. It was a hot day, late summer, and he had the windows down.

“Hey, Brian, ” he said. “You look great!” I was wearing a very loud Hawaiian shirt, red with pineapples, and a pair of blue swim trunks, and sandals. Through the window, I could see Bill was sporting a yellow Hawaiian shirt of his own, and black swim trunks. The shirt hugged his burly frame, and was open at the throat low enough to show the dark hair on his chest. The trunks stopped high on his thick thighs. “Thanks,” I said, opened the door, and slid in. “You, too.” “Next stop, luau,” he said, and we drove off while I put on my seat belt. Too late to change your mind, I thought, and felt my nerves both lessen and increase.

“Looking forward to it?” Bill asked. “Yeah,” I said, and it felt true. I relaxed a little, and leaned back. “How far is it?” “Mac’s cabin is about two hours away,” Bill said, and reached out with one rough hand to tousle my hair. “Lots of time to play X-Rated 20 Questions.” I laughed. Thing is, I’d only met Bill once before. Earlier in the summer, when the city was having gay pride, I’d convinced my friend Justin to go to the Bear Brunch with me, and bought two tickets. I’m not a bear, just a big fan, but I’d never gone to any sort of bear event, and wanted backup. When I’d gotten there, and sat down at the tables reserved for the event, Bill had been three seats away, two empty seats between us, and he’d overheard me have a stilted conversation with Justin on my cell when the tables started to fill with big hairy guys, and I realized that Justin wasn’t going to show.

“Stood up?” Bill had asked me, leaning over those two empty seats. I nodded, “Yeah.” Bill was hot. Stocky, with thick arms and a wide chest, a full dark brown beard and a deep voice, he’d definitely gotten me flustered. I’m about five ten, slim, and I have dimples. I look like the guy on the cover of a college pamphlet – about as non-bear as you can be, but stocky hairy studs were definitely what I was into. The pictures and DVDs I had of bears were always my preference when I was beating off. I imagined they’d been an insular group, and some of them were, but Bill surprised me by saying, “Dumb bear if he stood you up.” “Not a bear,” I said. “He’s just a friend.” He patted the seat beside him. I moved over, stomach flipping. We ordered breakfast an soon the tables were pretty much full. Bill asked my name, and introduced me to the rest of the bears at our table. A few barely glanced at me – not interested, I guess – but Bill spoke directly to me, as did a couple of his friends. They were all big guys, stocky with or without anything from a bit of a beer gut to a full belly, and all incredibly masculine.

“So what brings you here?” Dave asked, one of Bill’s friends who had a goatee and a short crop of brown hair. “Uh,” I said, at a loss for words. “It seemed like fun.” Lame response, I know. “You got a thing for bears?” Dave pressed, grinning. I felt myself blush. “Maybe,” I said, and tried to look coy or something. Bill had tousled my hair. “Okay, this boy is adorable,” he said. “Who wants him?” My face went red hot.

“I’ll take him,” Dave said, and he had a little growl in his voice that went straight to my cock. “Me first,” Mike said – he was sitting across from me, an older guy in his fifties maybe, with short grey hair, glasses, and a pretty bushy beard. “Hell no,” Dave said. “You think I want your sloppy seconds?” He snorted. “You’d get him dirty.” Mike leaned forward and smiled at me. “I bet you’d like that.” “Uh,” I said, and laughed. Bill wrapped one arm around me, and tugged me into his shoulder. “Back off, I saw him first.” I laughed louder, beyond embarrassed and more than a little bit horned up, and squirmed out of Bill’s near headlock. “Thanks,” I said, not really sure what to say.

At the end of the meal, my cell rang. Justin and our friends were meeting for the parade. I said I’d be there shortly. When I hung up, Dave, Mike, and Bill were looking at me. “Thanks for the company,” I said. To be honest, I was a little let down that it was over. Bill picked up my phone. “How do I put in my number?” I blushed, but put in his number, then gave him mine, which he put into his own phone. That, I thought, would be it. They’d been polite, and flirty – hell, they were at least two decades older than me, if not three – and it was really flattering, but that’d be it.

But Bill had indeed called a couple of weeks later. “Hey, Dimples,” he’d said. I’d recognized his name with a bit of shock when my phone rang, and answered it quickly. “If that’s what you’re going to call me,” I said, “I’m going to hang up.” “Fine,” he said. “I’ll think of something else. You free for the long weekend?” “Yes,” I said, hesitating. “You got a Hawaiian shirt and some swimming trunks?” “Uh,” I said. “I’ve got trunks…” “Buy a shirt, and I’ll pick you up Friday at five. Where do you live?” “Why do I need a Hawaiian shirt?” I was off balance. Had I agreed to go somewhere? For how long? “Luau party at a friend’s cabin. Definitely something you’d like.” “Oh,” I said, surprised. “So where do you live?” he asked. I gave him my address. It was only after he’d repeated it back to me and hung up that I realized he’d never actually asked me if I’d wanted to go – he’d just assumed.

“Okay, you first, or me?” Bill said, after we’d been driving a bit. “Sorry?” I said, snapping out of the reverie. “X-Rated Twenty Questions,” he said. “You first, or me?” “Not sure I’ve played X-Rated Twenty Questions before.” “It’s just like 20 Questions,” he said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, you start with Type, Act, or Toy. Like, type of guy that gets you going, type of stuff you like to do, and what toys you like to play with.” “Type, Act or Toy,” I repeated, and laughed a little nervously. “I’ll go first,” he said. He waited a minute, then said, “Okay, go.” “Is it a type?” I asked. “No,” he said. “That’s one.” “Is it an act?” I asked. “No,” he said. “Two.” “Toy then,” I said, already blushing. “Is it, uhh…” I pictured Bill in a leather harness. Oh baby. “Is it something you wear?” He took a moment. “You mean me wear?” “Yeah.” “No. That’s three.” I thought. “So it’s something the other guy would wear?” “Yes. Four.” “Is it leather?” I asked, feeling my face heat up. I’ve always been an easy blush. He turned and grinned at me. “No, but interesting question.” I had to look away. “Five,” he said. If it wasn’t leather… “Is it cloth?” “No. Six.” “Uh,” I pondered. What the heck else could you wear? I thought of my DVDs. “Rubber?” He grinned again. “Another interesting option from the oh-so-innocent boy with the dimples. But no. Seven.” I bit my lip, then had a brainstorm. “Is it metal?” “Yes,” he said. “Eight. Well done.” “Handcuffs?” I said, and even as I said it, I felt a little twist in my stomach. “Got it in nine,” he said. I laughed. “Your turn,” he said.

I went blank for a second, then said, “Okay.” “Is it a toy or an act?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “One.” “A toy?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Two.” “Damn,” he said. “I wanted to know more about the leather and rubber fetish you have.” I laughed, but it came off a little nervous. “Okay,” he said, “An act. Is this act something you are doing?” “Sorry?” I said. “Like sucking cock,” he said. “You suck. As opposed to being sucked.” “Oh,” I said, and amended my thought to be a bit more specific. “Uh, no. Three.” “Does it involve your dick?” he asked. “No,” I said. “Four.” I kept my eyes on the road ahead of us. “Does it involve your tight little ass?” he asked, with a playful note in his deep voice. I felt my throat hitch. “Yes. Five.” He laughed. “Is it getting your tight little ass fucked?” I aimed a smile at him. “No,” I said, smugly. “Six.” He paused only a second. “Is it having your tight little ass eaten?” I nodded. “Got it in seven.” He grinned, teeth white in his beard. “So far so good.”

Bill went next, and chose type. It took me fifteen of my twenty questions to get to “Dimples” and my groan let him know what I thought of that. So I chose type and went with “Older Men” which he actually didn’t get after twenty questions. “Your turn again, then,” he said. “Since I didn’t get it. And you’ve gotta go with toy now.” “Oh really?” I said. “It’s the rules,” he shrugged. I smirked. I went with a leather harness – which took him only seven guesses – and he said “Damn. Didn’t pack mine.” “You have a leather harness?” I asked. He just smiled.

His next choice was an act – I got it in three – getting a blow job. “Do I have to pick a particular one next?” I asked, being imperious. He just waved a hand. So I chose type again, and he got to “Hairy Chest” in ten guesses. I missed his next one, which was an act. It was something he liked to do to someone else, didn’t involve their dick, their ass, or their mouth, and didn’t involve putting anything inside them. I’d narrowed it down to being about the head, and then about the face, but I didn’t get it. My last guess, though, of “cumming on a guy’s face” made him tousle my hair again, and he’d said, “Naughty boy… but no.” He went again, picked type, and I got to “Naughty Boys” in eleven. By this point, I had a semi hard on, and was trying to play it cool. My turn – I picked act – and he guessed “being fingered” in ten guesses. “You really like having your ass played with, don’t you?” he said. I shrugged, blushed, and he laughed.

He went with type again, and I got “Younger” in nine, which surprised him, but I still had my choice of “Older Men” in my head from earlier. Back to toy again, and I admitted “dildoes” in six guesses. His toy took me longer – twelve guesses – and was “paddles.” “Wow,” I said, vaguely. He grinned at me. “Tired of this game?” I shrugged. More like getting horny and a little embarrassed. “Maybe.” I was trying to hide my semi , too. “I’m just waiting for you to admit you like getting fucked,” he said. “Okay,” I laughed, my stomach wobbling. “My turn.” “Is it an act?” he said. “Yes.” “Is it getting your tight little boy ass fucked ragged?” “Got it in two,” I said, and felt my dick harden.

We arrived at the cabin, at the end of a long winding driveway into the woods, about two hours later. It was definitely dressed up as a tacky luau. Tiki torches were lit, paper lanterns were hung all over the place in the trees, and there was Hawaiian music playing. Cars lined both sides of the dirt and gravel road. We got out, each of us lugging a bag – Bill had a duffel, I had my backpack – and we went inside. There were a lot more people there than I’d thought. There were about twenty men inside the main floor of the cabin, which was open-concept and had a great room with a brick fireplace that was in the centre of the room and rose up to meet the top floor, which seemed to be half the size of the main floor, with a stairwell against the left wall. The fireplace was lit, which was a poor choice. The place was very warm in the late summer evening, even with all the window screens open. The kitchen was opposite where we entered, with glass doors beyond that leading to a back yard where I could see a few more people. Everyone was dressed for the luau, in Hawaiian shirts and shorts – and I couldn’t help but notice most of them were like Bill – about a couple of decades (at least) older than me, and bearish. Everyone had a fake plastic lei on as well, mostly in patterns of red and white.

“Bill!” someone called. Bill led me through the people to the kitchen. There, a man in his mid-forties or early fifties gave Bill a big hug, and then glanced at me. He was stocky, with a short beard that was blacker than his salt-and-pepper hair, and his Hawaiian shirt – green with palm trees – was undone. His chest was full of graying hairs, and a little slick with sweat. Around his neck, a purple and white plastic lei hung. “This is Brian?” the man said. Bill nodded, “This is Brian. Gotta get him leid, though.” I felt my face go crimson. “Aw, he’s blushing,” the man said. “I’m Mac. This is my place.” “It’s awesome,” I said. He ducked into the pantry and came out with a purple and white lei like the one he was wearing, and a bright green and white one. He gave Bill the purple, and I got the green.

“Bartender is at the back,” Mac said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder to the glass doors. “And the hot tub is there.” I couldn’t imagine getting into a hot tub – I was already sweating a little in the heat. “Can we put our bags somewhere?” Bill asked. “Oh shit, yeah…” Mac said. “Pick one of the bedrooms.” I blinked, but Bill clapped my shoulder and we ducked under a rope at the bottom of the stairs decorated with plastic flowers. We passed the first two doors – Bill pointed at the second and said, “Bathroom” – and then passed one more, finally taking the fourth door. Inside was a large bed, a chest of drawers, and chair. Bill tossed his bag on the chair, and I put mine on the bed. “So we’re staying the night?” I said, trying to be casual. He laughed. “You said you were free for the weekend.” I nodded. “I did.” “Come on,” he said. “I’m boiling. Let’s grab a drink.”

In the back, three guys were actually in the hot-tub, which blew my mind, and one of them was about my age, maybe a little older, though he had a beard and a fuzzier chest than me by far. He was wearing a green lei as well, and I turned to Bill. I asked, “Why did I get a green lei?” “Noticed that?” Bill smiled. “Mac does it every year. Purple are for overnight guests, so they can have drinks, Red aren’t staying, so they get punch after it goes dark. And green are for first time guests.” “Ah,” I said. We went to the bar, where one of the burliest bears I’ve ever seen was there, a thick chested guy with a shaved head and blond hair all over his chest and belly, which was hanging a little over his shorts. He didn’t have the Hawaiian shirt, but he was wearing the purple colored lei. He nodded as Bill and I approached, and winked at me.

“Hey Bill,” he said. “And a newbie!” “This is Brian, ” Bill said. “Brian, this is Randy.” Randy held out a hand, and I shook. “Drinks?” he asked. “Please,” Bill said. “Long drive, and it’s fucking hot.” Randy opened the bar fridge and pulled out two mixes – I assumed they were margaritas or daiquiris – one was a bright green, the other a bright purple. I laughed at the continuing color theme as he handed me mine, which he poured into a green plastic tumbler, and topped with a slice of pineapple and a paper umbrella. “Nice,” I said. But I sucked on the straw. It was blessedly cold and sweet, and tasted strongly of lime. Bill took a long sip of his as well. "Careful,” he said. “Randy makes them strong.” Randy shrugged, “It’s a party.”

Bill took me around, and introduced me to more bear types than I’d ever met before, we settled on one of the sofas, and between the heat of the fireplace and the heat of the day, I soon got over my shyness and undid a few buttons of my Hawaiian shirt. Half the guests had undone theirs completely or shucked them entirely by the time the sun had gone down, and I’d gone back to Randy once for a refill, and then Bill had gone once more and taken my plastic tumbler with him. Bill wasn’t kidding, Randy made a strong drink – I was definitely starting to feel it. I’d spotted five more purple leis, not including Randy, Mac, and Bill, but hadn’t spotted another green. It seemed like me and the cub in the tub were the two newbies.

On a couch, wedged between Bill and a guy named Geoff (a dark haired bear, no beard, red lei) who had been chatting with me for a bit, Geoff leaned over and asked me how I’d met Bill. “He came to a bear brunch,” Bill said, and wrapped one arm around behind me. His arm was hot and sweaty against my neck, but it sent a tremor through me. I was definitely feeling the effects of Randy ’s drinks – I was working on my fourth, but wasn’t sure I was going to finish it. “You’re a chaser?” Geoff asked. “He’s a chaser,” Bill said, and then tugged me into his chest. I laughed, and then Bill gave my ass a hard smack with his hand. I yelped, and Bill let me go. I could feel my face burning again.

“Cute,” Geoff said, and winked at me. “Not just that,” Bill said. “He’s into dildoes, and getting fingered, and likes having his ass eaten and leather harnesses…” “Bill!” I said, trying to cover his mouth. He laughed at my attempts, and Geoff was laughing too. Bill put his bearded lips to my ears and whispered, “and having his tight little boy ass fucked ragged.” My dick – already unbelievably twitchy for being surrounded by all the bearish hunks – thickened in my shorts. I squirmed out of his grasp, and shifted on the couch a little between them to let the tails of my shirt cover my lap a little. “Damn!” Geoff said, “I gotta go to those brunches.” We all laughed.

“Last round?” Randy yelled, stepping into the room, carrying the four pitchers, two in each hand. A few glasses were raised, and Bill tugged mine – still half full – from my hand and Randy topped it up with the green slushy. It seemed to be the cue for a lot of the red leis, and one by one, they started to leave, including Geoff, who leaned into me and gave me a kiss goodbye that involved a lot of tongue, some hooting from Bill and the other guys watching, and didn’t help my growing hard on at all. As more of the people slowly filed out, the cub from the tub came in with the two bears who’d been in there with him. They were all red-skinned, and had towels wrapped around their waists. Randy topped up their drinks, and then went to the kitchen and poured the dregs down the sink, joining me and Bill on the couch. Randy slapped a hand on my thigh and said, “Come on. They finally vacated the tub.” “Oh yeah,” I said, laughing. “Just what I need, to warm up.” Bill laughed, but shoved my shoulder. “It’s cooler outside.” Reluctantly, and trying not to let my hard-on show – a bit easier since there weren’t lights on inside, just the fireplace – I got up, and went with Bill and Randy to the back yard. Mac was there, saying goodbye to two guests, and he nodded as we went past.

The hot tub was square, and designed to fit four. I put my mostly full drink beside the tub, and I stepped in quickly. Although it was hot, the bubbling water felt awesome on my skin. Once I sank in a little, and it covered my waist, I sat down in the far corner, and then undid my shirt and chucked it outside the tub. I kept the lei on. Bill settled in beside me, leaving his shirt behind, and Randy sat across from me. “Having fun?” Randy asked me. He had cool blue eyes, and was smiling. “This feels awesome,” I said, and leaned back. “I think I’m drunk.” Bill laughed. “Just a little. Maybe now you’ll tell me the one I missed?” “What?” Randy said. “Twenty questions,” Bill said. “We played it on the drive up.” “X-Rated twenty questions,” I corrected. “And I missed one, too.” “What’s X-rated twenty questions?” Randy asked. “It’s like twenty questions,” Bill said, “But instead of Animal, Vegetable, Mineral, it’s Act, Type or Toy.” Randy laughed. “Nice.” “Passes the time,” Bill said. “But I missed one. What was it?” He leaned in and tickled me under the water. I thrashed a little, laughing, and sat up straighter. “It was a type,” I said, and my head was spinning.

Bill seemed to be holding his drinks better. “It wasn’t about hair, or body size, or shape, or cock size-“ Randy laughed “-or a bunch of other stuff I don’t remember.” “Older Men,” I said, grinning. My head was spinning a little. “Ahh,” he said. “How old are you?” Randy asked me. “Twenty,” I said, smiling. Randy grinned at me. “Good.” “Wow, it’s hot,” I said, but didn’t move. It felt awesome in here, and besides that, my slight hard on had elevated itself to full on. “Okay,” Randy said. “I got one.” I blinked, but Bill said, “Is it a toy or a type?” and I clued in. Randy said, “No.” “That’s one,” I said, and grinned at Bill. I was having a great time. “You guess,” Bill said. “Um,” I said. “An act. Is it something you do, or something that’s done to you?” “That’s not yes-no,” Bill said. Randy shrugged. “It’s neither , or it’s both, maybe, I guess.” I blinked. Bill said, “Is it done in the bedroom?” “No.” Randy said. “Three,” I said. “Um… does it involve touching?” “Not in and of itself,” Randy said. “Four,” I said. “Jerking off?” Bill said. “No,” Randy said, and then added, “Five.”

Mac came out onto the patio while we were thinking, and stepped into the hot-tub. “Everyone who’s going is gone.” He’d shucked his shirt, and was soon sitting beside me in the water, which darkened his salt and pepper chest hair, and revealed a lot more hair on his shoulders and arms. I shifted in my seat, hyper-aware of my hard-on. “Watching porn?” Bill said. “What?” Mac asked. “No,” said Randy. “Six.” “We’re playing twenty questions,” Bill said. “Randy is thinking of an act he enjoys that doesn’t involve touching and is something you do together, sort of, but not in the bedroom.” Mac looked at me. I laughed. “X-rated twenty questions,” I said. Mac looked at Randy. “Is it done naked?” Randy splashed water at Mac. “Yes. Cheater.” Mac wiped his face. “He wants you to take your shorts off,” he said. “Naked hot-tubbing is the best,” Randy said.

“Ahh,” Bill said. Then, with a grin, started shifting about in the water. After a few long moments where he was leaning forward, he raised his shorts out of the water and dropped them over the side. Randy cheered, and Mac laughed. “Damn straight,” Randy said, and did the same. Mac shook his head, but stood in the centre of the tub long enough to take his off as well, and through the bubbling water I could see the dark patch of his pubic hair, but not much else. When they all looked at me, I felt a reckless laugh escape, and I tugged my shorts off as well – my cock, freed from the fabric, felt fantastic in the hot bubbling water. There was no way I was getting out until I’d managed to calm down. “Having a good time?” Mac asked me. I nodded. “So hot, but it feels great.”

“Here,” Bill said, and handed me my drink. I took a big gulp. It was pretty much melted, but it was still cold. He drank some of his as well, and we all leaned back a little. My cock was positively throbbing. “So what were the ones you guessed?” Randy asked. I groaned. “Don’t…” Bill laughed. “Well, let’s see…” “Bill,” I said. “Come on…” Bill grinned. “Brian likes having his ass eaten, fingered… dildoes… he’s pretty much all about his ass, actually…” I groaned, and slid under the water, eyes closed, while the three laughed and Bill kept on talking. When I came back up again – the water feeling cool on my face in the night air, they were still laughing, and Bill said, “…for sure.” I shook my head, and let the water fly, but it made me majorly dizzy. “Woah,” I said. “Someone’s drunk,” Mac said. “If you go under again,” Bill said, “You should aim more to the left. You missed my dick last time.” “Or right,” Mac said, and winked at me. I shifted, flushing. Bill leaned over to me, and said, “C’mere.”

I leaned towards him, and he kissed me, his rough beard tickling against my chin. Then, with a swoosh of water, he’d grabbed my shoulders and shoved me under the water. I managed to grab a breath before I went under, and came up again pretty quickly, but had slid off my seat and was pretty much kneeling in the middle of the tub. Bill’s legs were on either side of me, and Mac and Randy ’s feet brushed me as they laughed. I spat some water at Bill, and he grinned. “C’mere,” he said again.

“Fool me once,” I said, but after a second, I moved towards him, leaning forward. He leaned forward, and gave me another kiss, this time holding the back of my head with one hand. It was a longer kiss, and his tongue went deep in my mouth, exploring. My cock throbbed under the water. Mac’s toes brushed up against my ass. I kind of yelped into Bill’s mouth, and Bill pulled back, eyebrows up. Mac laughed. I settled back into my seat awkwardly, and took another big gulp of the melted drink to get the chlorine taste out of my mouth. “So, Mac,” Bill said, and as he spoke, his hand, out of sight under the water, moved to my thigh. I tensed. “We know what Randy likes –“ “We know one of the things Randy likes,” Randy said. “- how about you? Twenty questions?” Bill’s hand had moved up, and he brushed his pinky finger against my hard on. He glanced at me, and winked. I shivered. His hand moved away. “I gotta think of something I like?” Mac said. Bill nodded.

“Okay,” Mac said. “Is it an act, type, or toy?” Bill asked. “Act,” Mac said. “Naked hot-tubbing,” Randy said. Mac smirked. “Partly.” “Naked hot-tubbing with me?” Bill said. Mac laughed. “Not knocking it, but no. Close.” “Being in the hot-tub with Brian, ” Randy said. Mac smiled, “That’s part of it.” I blushed. “Just part?” I couldn’t believe I said it. “Wouldn’t mind a kiss,” Mac said. “Since you’re givin’ em out.” I laughed, but Bill and Randy started to cajole, saying, “Come on, give him a kiss,” and the like, so I slid back down to my knees in the middle of the tub and leaned in toward Mac. He leaned forward and gave me a long, deep kiss. His hands gripped the back of my head, and he kissed me for quite a while, his short beard rough against my lips. My head swam with it, and I only barely heard Randy and Bill whistling. Mac pulled back, but kept his hands firmly on the back of my head.

“Nice,” he said.

Randy shifted in his seat. “My turn.” He raised his hands over his chest, and made a “come here” gesture, leaning back against his corner of the tub. I laughed, and leaned in a bit, but he was leaning all the way back against his seat. I tried to lean forward further, but couldn’t quite reach, and I didn’t want to get out from the middle of the tub because of my hard on. Bill laughed, slid into the water behind me, and shoved me up onto Randy ’s chest. My hard on pressed against Randy’s thigh, and Randy kissed me quick, grabbing my ass with both hands, then said, “Someone’s happy.” I blushed, and slid back into the water, embarrassed, and turned on all at once. “Hrm,” Bill said, wrapping his arms around me in the water. I could feel his own hard cock against my back. “Maybe time for bed now?”

I kind of stammered a bit, and Randy and Mac laughed. Bill got out of the tub, and I couldn’t help myself – I turned and looked at his cock, which was thick, and semi-hard, and surrounded by dark wet pubic hair that spread up onto his stomach. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and then held up one for me. I got out – Mac slapped my ass as I went – and wrapped a towel around myself. The tent in the towel was obvious, and Mac and Randy were laughing as Bill walked me through the glass doors.

We walked quickly to the stairs, but I managed to see that three of the other purple lei’s were sitting on one couch, while the cubby guy was on another couch with two more – and he was making out with one of them, his hand in the guy’s shorts. My head was spinning, and Mac had to pretty much march me up the stairs. I was dizzy, and chuckling to myself, and my dick was furiously hard.

We walked past the all the doors until we got to our room. Bill left the door open, and then with one shove, he pushed me onto the bed, face first. He turned on the lights, which surprised me, and while I blinked, and rolled over, he fiddled with something in the chest of drawers. When he came back to the bed, he’d dropped his towel, and I got a good look at him, outlined against the open doorway. Still wet, his chest and legs and stomach was covered in dark hair, and his beard was a bit tangled. His dick was half-hard, rising up from his thighs, and he smiled at me while I looked up at him. “You look very fuckable right now,” he said. I shifted on the bed, tugging the towel away. I was absolutely fuckable. I was so horned up I’d beg for it. He said, “Now, what was the first thing? Oh yeah. Roll over.”

I rolled over. And in a second he’d crawled onto the bed and buried his tongue in my ass. I squirmed, and shoved my ass up to meet his rough beard, and let out a loud gasp. My hands slid down between my legs, and I gripped my cock. “Nuh-uh,” he said, and stopped licking my hole. He grabbed my hands, and took them from my cock, pressing me down onto the bed. He whispered into my ear, “No touching.” I moaned. He rolled half off me, and reached for his bag on the chair. I heard him unzipping it, and then there was a metallic clinking sound. I looked over.

He had my hands handcuffed to the headboard before I could really process, and I felt myself nearly humping the bed in response. When he scooted between my thighs and tugged my ass into the air and started eating my hole again, I was frantic to find some way to rub my cock against something, but he just kept licking and sucking on my hole while I groaned and moaned and made little gasping noises. Soon he had a fingertip up against my ass, and was teasing me with it, sliding just the tip in and out. I pushed back against him, his saliva slick on his finger. I’d never played without lube before, and was stunned at how electric my whole body seemed to be. My cock had never been this hard, this long… “You want me to fuck you now, boy?” he said. “Yesssss…” it came out in a hiss. “Nuh-uh,” he said, close to my ear. “Louder than that, boy. You ask me to fuck you, you do it loud.” “Fuck me,” I said, very loud, almost shouting. “Fuck me… please…” My head was wild with it.

He laughed, and then he tugged at my shoulders until I was gripping the headboard with both hands, on my knees for him, almost on all fours. He leaned past me to his bag, and rummaged. I felt the hot tip of his cock against my ass, and then a cool shock of lube being poured liberally along my ass crack. I was bucking back against him. He chuckled, and with a pretty mean thrust, he shoved his cock into me. I yelled, one long “fuck!” as he shoved inside, and he grunted. I felt my knees shake, and almost went down onto my belly, but he gripped my thighs and held me in place. White light flashed in front of my eyes, but behind it all, this insane horniness that hadn’t let up in hours was there, and my cock didn’t even deflate a bit.

Bill pulled back slowly, letting me feel the length of him, and then pushed back in again. I let out a guttural moan. He laughed. “You like that, boy?” “Yessss…” I hissed again. He slapped my ass. “Yes!” I half-yelled. He pulled back, and then pushed back in, a few more times, faster each time, and then he was fucking me all out, thrusting in hard, rough jabs that were making it hard to breathe. I gripped the headboard tightly, and pushed back against him, grunting and sweating. My head was swimming, and I felt so desperate to have him keep fucking me I was surprising myself. “Fuck me, fuck me fuck meee!” I was yelling. After a time, he said, “Yeah, here it comes, boy,” and I felt his cock throb inside me and hot surges of his cum filled my ass. He shoved in hard while he came, and I felt his cock twitch twice more, as two more bursts of cum filled me, the hot liquid slick on my insides, almost soothing after his rough entry.

“Fuck,” he said, and pulled out. I felt his cum slick down my thigh. “Damn nice, boy.” I leaned my cheek against the headboard, breathing. Bill touched my dick, still rock hard, and I moaned. “You want to cum, boy?” “Yes!” I said, and rattled the handcuffs a little. He leaned over me, his sticky cock against the small of my back, “I dunno.” “Please!” I gasped, and pushed back against him. His finger teased my ass again, and I whimpered. “Doesn’t seem fair to Mac or Randy, does it?” “What?” I said, brain foggy with the need to cum.

“Nope, sure doesn’t.” Mac’s voice was startling. I turned my face as far as I could, and saw Mac and Randy standing at the doorway, no sign of towels, dicks hard in front of them. I gasped. They’d watched? “What?” I repeated, but my eyes went to their dicks. My mouth actually watered, and my ass twitched. Mac had a very hot daddy thing going for him, and Randy had one of the wickedest curved dicks I’d ever seen, and... What was I thinking? Bill dipped his finger further into my ass. “You want to cum?” I whined. “Yes, I do…” More than I’d ever needed to cum in my life.

“Well then,” Bill said, and slid off the bed. I turned my face to the wall, stunned, and the bed shifted as someone else got onto it. “Nice,” Randy said. So it was Randy on the bed. His finger pushed at my ass, and despite my confused state, I groaned and pushed back against him. Randy fucked me, using Bill’s cum and the remnants of the lube that were slick in my ass, and I pushed back and begged him to do it. His belly slapped against my ass with every thrust, and I often crashed into the headboard. His curved dick was wicked inside me, and I was gasping and yelping, and he slapped my ass on every third thrust or so. He came soon after, and I yelled as he came. I wanted to come so fucking badly.

After Randy fucked me, Mac took his turn, and I was nearly crying with the heat that was filling my balls, desperate for release. Vaguely, I could hear fucking noises from another room, and I wondered if the cubby type was being treated the same way. Mac rode me rough, his hands biting into my waist, and I begged him to fuck me. “You like that, you little slut?” Mac asked. “Yes!” I said. “You want my load, slut?” he asked. “Yes!” I would have said anything, done anything. I’d never felt like this before. When he blasted his load in, which mostly spilled out around his dick, I collapsed against the bed. Bill undid my handcuffs, but grabbed my hands before I could reach my cock. “You want to cum?” he asked me. “Yes!” I yelled. “Please!”

He laughed, and kissed me, rough. I rolled onto my back, squirming, and he kept kissing me, his tongue inside my mouth. Someone grabbed my legs – I assumed Randy or Mac – and a hard dick was once again pushing at my ass. When Bill pulled away from the kiss, I saw it wasn’t Randy, or Mac, it was one of the other purple lei guests, a balding bear with very hairy shoulders and chest, and then he was fucking me, and Bill let go of my wrists, and I jerked myself off furiously while the bear – whose name I didn’t know – added one more load of cum to my ass.

I felt my dick explode in my hands, and cum spattered against my chest and stomach. I threw my head back with the most intense release I’d ever had, and then, to my amazement, found I was staying hard. The bear rolled off me, and said, “Nice ass.” I was stunned, incredibly turned on, and yet embarrassed and confused as well. “What..?” I said, but had no way to finish the sentence. Bill kissed me again. “Good boy,” he said, and reached between my legs, cupping my balls. I moaned. “Want me to cum on your face, boy?” he asked. I found myself nodding.

By the time the night ended, all eight of the guys in the purple lei had had their dicks in one end of me or the other – or both - and the same had happened to the cubby guy. I woke up in bed with Bill and the hairy shouldered bear. At the end of the night, which had only really been a couple of hours earlier, Bill and the other bear had gotten me into the shower, and then I’d sort of remembered coming to the bed. I’d gotten up twice to piss – they’d also had me drink a few large glasses of water, but beyond that, I had only a foggy recollection of the rest of the night.

Bill was awake when I opened my eyes. “Uh,” I said. I was pressed between the two bears. “Did you have fun?” he asked, smiling, in a rumbly voice. “Yeah,” I said. I’d been fucked by eight bears and hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I’d swallowed loads, begged for them to cum on me, and had had a hard on that took four jerking off sessions to finally deflate. “That green stuff is pretty good, eh?” I shifted beside him, trying not to wake the other bear. “You guys drugged me?” My head was mostly clear now, but I was having trouble processing it. I wasn’t particularly hung over, maybe a bit. Mostly I was surprised I wasn’t actually angry. I’d enjoyed every fucking moment of it – pardon the pun – and it was like living a fantasy I’d not known I’d had.

Bill kissed me, one of his possessive, hard, kisses. I kissed him back, ran my hands through the hair on his chest. “Morning wood,” Bill said, taking my hand and sliding it down to his dick, which was very hard. “My ass is a bit sore,” I said, but gripped his cock in one hand. Bill reached up and took my head, and started pushing me under the covers. I laughed, and went under, putting his dick in my mouth. The other bear woke up when I squirmed around, and Bill said, “Good morning, Jack.” “Looks like it,” Jack – his name was Jack, I thought to myself - said, voice muffled on the other side of the sheets. He moved, and I felt his own dick, semi-hard, against my shoulders. I shifted and sucked him for a bit. “Fuck, yeah…” Jack said. “Good morning.”

I took my time with them, sucking one, then the other, for a good fifteen minutes. Jack had an uncut cock, which I liked, and I swirled my tongue around his dickhead. Bill’s dick was bigger, and thicker, and I tried to get it all in my mouth. I was sucking Jack when his hands reached under the covers, grabbed my hair, and held me in place while he spurted his morning load into my mouth. I didn’t manage to swallow all of it, and some of it ended up on my face and in his crotch. He let go, and got out of the bed – “Gotta take a shower,” he said – and I went back to Bill’s dick with my cummy mouth.

Bill tugged me back up out from under the covers and we shared a cummy kiss. “Damn, boy,” he said, “You sure your ass is too sore?” His hands gripped my ass, index finger teasing my hole. I groaned against his chest, biting my lip. My hole felt sore and itchy, but the kind of itch that a scratch wouldn’t really help – it’d just make it more itchy. “Pretty sure,” I said. His finger teased a little longer, but he let go. “Damn,” he said. “How about breakfast, then?” I blushed. “Uh. Okay.” “What?” he said, voice teasing. “You don’t like breakfast?” “No,” I said. “Just… everyone…” I blushed. It was hard to explain. “Uh. I’m a little embarrassed.” “Says the guy who just sucked two cocks.” He laughed, and gave my ass a slap. “Everyone already fucked you, boy. Don’t worry – they’ll be hungry, too. Now wipe your face off and put on some shorts, or you’ll end up getting fucked on the breakfast table before you can eat.”

I blushed, but we got up. I wiped my face quickly on a towel, then rooted through my backpack, and found clean underwear and shorts, and tugged a t-shirt over my head. When I looked over, Bill was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a black t-shirt that had white letters on it that spelled “Daddy.” He gestured to the door, and I stepped out in front of him. I’d be here the whole day, I realized, and headed for the stairs. I was starving.

Edited December 12, 2011 by Hotload84

[Pigtoy]

really hot story

[MAIKOL20]

Great story man, turned me on completely! Can't wait for part 2 to cum again!

[Barratboy]

really hot story

Thanks! Glad you liked.

[Barratboy]

Great story man, turned me on completely! Can't wait for part 2 to cum again!

Thanks! Glad you liked it.

[LBRaw]

Damn good story!!! Really need to read part 2............

[Barratboy]

Damn good story!!! Really need to read part 2............

Working on it.

[pssilverbear]

I agree as well...a great story. Waiting to see Part 2 and how the rest of the weekend goes.

[Bear4Breeding]

I agree also, great story and very hot, wish I had been Brian though.

[loadme68]

I remember when I was as naive as Brian. Can't wait for part two.

[Barratboy]

I remember when I was as naive as Brian. Can't wait for part two.

Working on it... Retail season is slowing me down...

[pssilverbear]

Sure would enjoy the next installment. Hopefully things have slowed down a little to give you time to finish it.

[Ingulphus]

Wow - I'm not sure how I missed this one, but I'm damn glad I found it!