The Fraternity of Hands Free Daddies, Part 3: Refuckification
I love how this happens - once guys hear the sound of spanking at a party, it tends to spread. More guys who like it already, are inspired to bring out a little more bold action. Guys who have only heard or thought about spanking, are inclined to ask one of the guys who knows what he's doing for a smack or two. The party just gets spankier. Once again, the prints left by the bones in my fingers are clear enough for you to see the damaged joint in my right middle finger, and the tuberosity at the base of several of the phalanges. This anatomy makes me hot - the imprint of my skeleton on the flesh of other men. It's hard to find a more direct way to literally make an impact.
I go and stand by the edge of the pool and watch a couple of guys getting head. There's a ledge at the back end of the pool, so guys can sit in the water, or on the lip of the pool, and have their cocks serviced by guys who are standing in the water. It's hot. After watching for a while, one guy reaches up and strokes my cock, and I sit down to let him work. He's good. He's REALLY good.
He lets me fuck into his throat; he holds for time, and swallows. I fuck, and fuck, and hold until he's gasping, spluttering, and losing his balance - and it's time to stop playing this game in the water, it's just not safe if he loses consciousness or gets too woozy. I get him up out of the water, and he brings his friend and they take turns sucking my dick. I ask if I can get my camera, and I go and ask Trucker guy if I can borrow his awesome poppers to fuck these two boys for a while, and then we have some more fun with me fucking his face and throat, and taking turns with his friend. At some point, thrusting hard into his face, I nick my cock on one of his incisors - he's apologetic, but a couple of swipes with a towel, and it's gone. It stings when I get back into the pool, but the bleeding doesn't last, and I'm OK to keep going.
This kind of party tends to run really long - and I notice that one of the guys I had been really looking forward to getting to play around with is leaving. Andrés is a big, furry, muscular stud - he's got jet black hair curling over almost every visible inch of skin, from his solid thick hands to his beefy strong legs. He's athletic - he looks bigger than most of the soccer players, but not fat like a lot of football guys. His ass is so round and high and meaty, it hypnotizes me as he walks by. He's ruggedly handsome, and like Tomas, has a stunning black beard with just a little silver on the chin. I tell him I was really hoping to spend some time with him, but he says he's got to go, he has another thing to attend. I ask if I can get just a little head before he leaves - and after some kisses and a little more sweet talk, he gives in and kneels down. Unsurprisingly, he's excellent - he takes me into his mouth, and I look down at his handsome face as my cock disappears into his thick black beard. I push deep until he gags. I fuck his mouth, holding his chin in my hand, looking into his eyes. I am conscious of his time, though, and after only a few dozen strokes, I pull him up and kiss him. Then I lean over and pull down the shorts he's already put on and pull his cheeks apart - it takes both hands - and lick his furry asshole. I don't make it go for very long, but I just want to make a point, plant a flag, leave a note for later. At some point, I want him bent over, his own hands pulling those massive glutes apart, so I can rub my cheeks and my tongue and my chin against his muscular anus, making it ready for my cock. But I've made my point, and we will definitely get together at some later date. He straightens himself up, gets his clothes on, and heads out.
I go over to the bar, and there's this beautiful big bear guy standing with Chuck and Chip and Tomas. Tomas is a stone hottie - he has a face and physique that says he could easily dance for tips on weekends, and does bartending and modeling work on the side - his beautifully sculpted body is tan, accented with trails and drifts of shining black hair. His stunning uncut cock hangs plump but soft. His beard is one of those that I have always envied, where it looks like his face has been dipped in black mink, the shape and density of it proclaiming a vibrant testosterone level. It's a look that I could almost think was Arab rather than Latino, if I didn't know. Tomas has worked pool parties for a friend of ours, mixing drinks and occasionally serving shots out of his foreskin. I remember someone pouring a shot of tequila out of the bottle down the hollow of his spine, and another guest slurping the liquor out of the deep cleft between his muscular furry ass cheeks after it had run down his sweaty spine. I've sucked his dick before at one previous pool party, but just a little - he's a fun guy. He's handsome enough that he makes me nervous talking to him. I tell him about the foreskin shots I've done recently, and I show him the video. His bear buddy Eddy - and I'm not entirely sure if they're a couple, or just here as friends - takes an interest in me, and kneels down and gives me excellent head. He's muscular, large, hairy all over with tattoos on his chest and arms; I hold him by the shoulders, and then by the skull, and fuck into his throat. After a while he stands up and I take a turn to kneel. I suck his cock - cut and thick - and also Tomas's uncut meat. I swallow, feeling the dark skin sliding in and out of my mouth, as it grows firmer and extends down into my esophagus. They fuck into my throat one after the other. When I stand back up, Eddie turns and puts his hands on the bar table, presenting his big meaty ass. He's remarkably tight - and I start stretching him out with a finger, that same butt-clock technique. I say something about what I'm doing, and he laughs... it doesn't need the finger, he says, just shove your cock in. I try, but with as tight and as strong as he is, it takes a while. After I'm inside, though, the hot tightness makes my cock swell, and I spank his ass (gently; I ask first) and thrust away for a while.
Chuck leans over, presenting his shapely backside with its beautiful red marks and the cinnamon-brown fur making a pleasure trail to his butthole, and I reach over and begin fingering him while I'm fucking Eddy. After a while, I pull out of Eddy and shove into Chuck... and things get heated. After a while, I'm fucking hard into him, gripping him by the hips. He's leaned over, but he kind of pivots his hips to open up his insides for me even more, and ends up with one leg lifting up to counterbalance his weight. Tomas grabs him by the ankle and holds his leg up, bracing him as I fuck. Chuck is standing on one leg, his front foot bearing all the weight, in a fair approximation of the yoga pose called Warrior 1 - except his rearward foot is at knee height, held up in the air by Tomas, so that he's spread open and balanced on my cock. It's almost Moon Pose. I look at them both and laugh, and say that I love a good three-man technical; one of those positions where you all have to work together for the good of the fuck. I spank Chuck with more and more urgent marks, pulling his head back by the hair to make out, then pushing him forward for better access to the deepest reaches of his hole. That pivoted position opens up his hips, making easier access to the good parts, and incidentally causes my dick to rub its entire length across his prostate with each deep thrust. I finally put Chuck's elevated foot back on the ground and grab him by both hips and shove his torso forward, spanking some more and then hammering his ass with my cock. He puts his hands on the bar table to stabilize himself. I fuck fast and hard; that second hole is rocking back and forth on the head of my cock, and his tight sphincter is massaging my dick. I'm working at his ass like an engine piston, and everything just tumbles toward a beautiful orgasm. I shake, and my feet kind of stumble, but the two big guys are pressed against us and holding the two of us up, and I rock and groan and stammer incoherently as I ejaculate well inside Chuck's second hole. I pull out with a slurping sound, sated, leaving his furry butthole with its hair slicked down in spermy curling locks. It's time for some more food.
As I'm chewing on a Rice Crispy treat bars with milk chocolate drizzles, Eddy comes in and sucks my dick some more - I feel a little awkward standing in the kitchen between the counter and the island, like I don't want to be rude and block traffic - but with this crowd, guys just reach across the two of us and make themselves at home. I love this about these gay parties - the sex is hot, it is intense, it is FUN, and it is taken playfully. I have talked with a couple of guys today, about how sex should be fun - how it's OK to laugh, to not be so serious, to have a good time. Eddy gets tired and moves on, and I go back outside and run into Iago. He's almost all smooth - fur in the usual patches, but his body is pale and unblemished. He was standing next to me as I was fucking Chuck, his long and veiny uncut dick at attention as he watched and occasionally touched us. I tell him I'd love to put a handprint on his alabaster ass, and to my pleased surprise, he not only lets me, but lets me take a picture.
Then, he kneels and sucks my dick, and then I kneel and suck his - he's fun and verbal, he knows how to play with foreskin and how to work a cock, and I get some fun footage of chewing on his skin, rolling my tongue under it, deepthroating his cock and massaging it with the back of my tongue. It's a beautiful penis - a bit longer than mine although not quite as thick, and exceptionally veiny. It has been an intense afternoon. By this point, it's about eight - I've been here since about 1:45. Sex is still fun, but after such an intense orgasm, I am less in a hurry, more just enjoying experiences and sensations.
This bit is fun, but cuts off short. I love the way I grab his hand and show him he can grip my skull and fuck. My bottom buddies - I love this move. I know that some tops think that a bottom using his hands is presumptuous... but unless you've got some hardcore code-bound asshole of a Dom, taking his hand and showing him that you are receptive to throat-fucking, is a gift.
This one... is a little funny. I love the bit where he's instructing me on how to properly chew his foreskin, and this definitely deserves a loving close-up re-treatment with a macro lens and good lighting at some point as I nibble and suck. Yes, please. But then he apparently gets so caught up in the throat-fucking joy that he forgets he's holding the camera. For the next several minutes, all you see is views of other guys' legs, and then a glimpse of the bacchanal that I end up joining on the couch, but they're all far away... and then I set the phone on the couch arm, not realizing it's still recording nothing, and proceed.
I see Stefan, and he comes up and kneels down and sucks my dick. I... had not realized the extent of his talents in this particular arena. He's amazing - deep tight throat, warm sucking mouth, and a beautiful red-brown thick beard that tickles my balls and my thighs. I enjoy fucking his mouth and throat, but I realize that after an orgasm like I just had, it's mostly just pleasant sensations - and I want to go join in what's happening on the couch. I tell Stefan that I'm sorry I'm not going to be able to cum again so soon, but I really want to get together with him at some other time and explore things more fully.
The friend who calls himself Peeping Tommy is on the couch where I spanked Wes's ass earlier, his legs up, getting fucked in the ass. His feet are sticking up, one bare and one socked, and one of the guys is licking and nibbling on the toes of his right foot. I lean over, pull the sock off and nibble on his left foot... and then, swallow by swallow, I open my mouth and take his whole forefoot into it, working my jaws like a snake, licking my tongue down the center of his sole. It kind of registers on his face that this is an intense sensation, and he says something about making sure I'm OK with it - but a lot is also going on with his ass, and another guy is pinching his nipples and stroking and sucking his cock. Plenty of other guys are peeping at Tommy now, and finally he grunts and spasms and unloads in the cocksucker's mouth. I caught the sounds of it, and I'll post that if he agrees. I look up, and the room behind the couch is dark, but there are people in there - later, I learn Art has been watching standing in the dim bedroom where he can see us but we can barely see him, watching the entire horny tableau like a private showing of a custom porn film made with guys he knows.
Then, Khalil has a turn on the couch. He's Middle Eastern, with a furry body and a massive cock that I remember fondly from a party at Dan and Dave's [see also: Remarkable]. His hair has silver highlights, and his body hair is thicker than I remember, like he's stopped trimming it. At first, he's just lying back and getting his nipples and his feet played with, stroked, touched, kissed. He's enjoying himself, being groomed and fondled, but he's only about half hard. I walk over and ask if I can suck his dick - and he says yes. I lean over and take the half-hard dick into my mouth, and then into my throat, swallowing as he stiffens. I work it for a minute or so, and then a sexy kind of twinky blond guy leans in, and I pull off and give him a turn. We go back and forth, he and I, sucking. This cock is serious work - I have to push hard to get it into my throat, and I watch as the blond guy gags too.
Then, I notice that Khalil has his feet up as well - and hot little Rico is eating his ass. This happens for a while, with me and the blond sucking while Rico rims, and then Rico kneels up and begins opening Khalil's ass to fuck. I didn't know Khalil even got fucked - he's got an energy that says all top - but hey, who am I to judge. Guys think the same thing about me. I watch the pleasure move across his face and body like the shadows of clouds crossing a rolling prairie - you can see when somebody does something intense, and you can tell when he's rolling with sensations, when something is too much or needs adjusted. He purrs; he flinches, he whimpers. It gains a rhythm, resolving into a regular unh-unh-unh moan on each out breath.
We work as a team - the blond guy and I working on his cock, Rico fucking his ass and stroking his thighs, another guy leaning over to stroke his nipples and run fingers over his arms. I think with amusement - for the moment, we're Khalil's Pleasure Team. I lean down and nibble a toe, checking in.. and then I start doing like what I did with Tommy, working my mouth down onto his foot. I use my tongue to massage behind the ball of his foot while his toes are squeezed by the back of my throat. For a while, the other foot gets some attention from another guy standing beside. I look up, and realize that the whole party is centered around the group of us now, watching and stroking their cocks. There are a couple of guys on their knees, taking advantage of the erections at hand. Khalil gets more and more intense, curled up in that odd position getting fucked. I suck deep and hard, massaging his cock with my throat, and finally he grips me by the skull and starts shoving my head down in rhythm with Rico. We reciprocate like a balanced Stirling engine, me thrusting down onto his meat while Rico is pulling back, then Rico thrusting in as I suck upward. Like watching a landslide that starts with a few pebbles and then goes with a mad rush, Khalil begins to tremble, his moans rising in pitch and speed, then he grabs my skull in both hands and fully buries his massive dick in my throat, unloading spurt after spurt. He's loud. There are appreciative noises from the guys, and I stay down on his cock, swallowing, working the back of my throat, until I gag hard and it brings up the semen into the back of my mouth. I lean over and make out with Rico and then with the blond guy, snowballing cum with them like I'm feeding baby birds. I figure we've all earned it. I take a drink from my sippy cup and clear my throat a little.
I didn't realize it, but when I knelt down here, I set the camera down on the arm of the couch. I thought it was turned off, the screen is facing down, but when I pick it up, it's still running from when Iago was holding it, and I totally fail to realize it even as I'm getting dressed and saying my goodbyes. I get a forty-five minute file of random guys talking, the sounds of eating, music, and LOTS of the sounds of sex. A couple of times somebody leans over it. But the thing is... you hear everything I've just described.
Peeping Tommy is the one who asks what time it is, and I'm the one who checks my watch. You hear Khalil start to pant and moan - I'm not including the whole thing because there's just a lot of slurp-smack-grunt noises... but this video picks up when it gets interesting. You hear a sharp smack at 0:24, which is me spanking the birthday boy yet again on his firm but yielding buttock. You hear me gagging hard on Khalil's dick. You distinctly hear him moaning, increasing in volume and pitch, and then you hear him get loud as he ejaculates. I start feeling the spurts as his cock pumps out the load of semen at about 2:34, and he ejaculates for about twenty seconds while I'm still massaging his cockhead with a repeated swallowing motion in the back of my throat... and then you hear nothing, because I hold down on his cock until the cum rises back up. I haven't breathed for probably a minute. You hear me say, "I figure it's only fair" at 3:08. Once you know what you're listening to, you can hear the slurping sound of me kissing his sperm into the other guys' mouths right before that. THEN I breathe, and it's loud.
There's a hot lean blond guy with a long slender dick with a huge head, who has been standing kind of in our little group jerking. Khalil gets up and walks somewhat jelly-legged to the kitchen for food, and the blond guy steps toward me, interested in some of what Khalil was just getting. I kneel back down and suck his cock, massaging the head with my larynx - I always find this particular cock shape fascinating, because it's fully thick enough at the head, and certainly long enough, to block my breathing - but if I shove harder, and the apricot-sized head slides down past the epiglottis, I can breathe around the shaft. This feels awesome to the guy, too - the air whistling and slurping past his cock. I enjoy giving him head for a while, but I'm also exhausted, and it's late, and we break and go our separate ways without another orgasm.
I'm spent. I'm wrung out tired, and I am covered in sweat and FSM knows what other juices. I towel off, get some more melon and a couple of Rice Crispy treats, then I go and put my shorts on and head for home. Happy Birthday, Wes! Thank you, Khalil, for the amazing throat-fuck and the delicious load of jizz. Thank you Art, for cultivating the space for this sublime erotic experience, and thank you to all the smoking hot dudes I got to enjoy my afternoon with.
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