"You want one?" I asked him, expectantly.
"Not yet...I'll join you in a bit, but you go ahead; it'll help you chill out." He replied firmly. One line it was.
When I had set it up, I cautiously rolled up the 10 euro note and brought my head slowly down to the board. In one swift snort, I hoovered up the fat line and sat up straight again. I felt a slight stinging in my eyes and a coldness in my sinuses, but nothing too uncomfortable. Paul continued the conversation like it was nothing out of the ordinary and soon I'd practically forgotten that I'd done it - feeling almost instantly more at ease in the apartment.
Thirty or some minutes passed, before I realised I was getting a little twitchy. My hands rising constantly up to my face, rubbing it and pushing my hands through my hair; my jaw and lips beginning to become energised ever so slightly.
"How you feeling now, kid?" Paul asked.
"Great...I feel great!" I fawned enthusiastically. And I did. A feeling of tingling ran all over my body, and I genuinely felt 100% at ease, more than ready for the events of the night.
"Perfect, then it's time to get started...strip down and get yourself over to the bed." He commanded, and I immediately followed his instructions.
I was stripped down to my underwear waiting on the bed, when Paul emerged from the kitchen and walked towards me. Without a word, he reached across and pulled off my remaining item of clothing, took me by both legs and turned me over. He then ordered me onto my hands and knees. Beside me there were all shapes and sizes of pillows, and I instinctively grabbed two large ones to rest under my stomach. Once in position, Paul immediately began applying a thick white lube to my hole and gently fingered my snatch.
"HOLY SHIT!" I moaned. He had barely touched me and I was already in ecstasy. I moaned and grinded myself back onto his hand, trying to feel him penetrate me further. This was just the warm up though. After another moment or two, he moved away, I looked back ready to beg for him to continue, but he was just putting on some music. As soon as it came on, the volume went up and I was right into the beat. Paul came up beside me.
"Listen...some of the guys coming, they're not comfortable being seen; so you're going to have to wear this...", he explained, lifting up a black piece of cloth in front of my eyes. "It'll be amazing for you, I promise!"
Without waiting for an answer, he lifted the heavy, soft, black fabric over my eyes and I felt him tie it behind my head. Just like that everything went dark. I didn't care though - within seconds my vision was flooded with swirling colours and I began rocking my head to the rhythm of the music. I now only had my hearing to discern what was going on and it was piqued right at that moment as I heard the buzz of the intercom. Paul's footsteps moved away to the door as he let an unknown person into the building and soon after into the apartment.
I heard men greeting one another and I soon realised that there was a number of men now in the apartment; three or perhaps four had arrived all at once. I heard them making small talk and certainly it seemed like there was a party mood in the air. I for one was being whisked away on a high of heavy music beats and tingles still rushing through by body. The thrill of anticipation was becoming almost too much.
***
I was crouching impatiently on the bed; on all-fours, propped up on some pillows facing away from the commotion; my asshole totally exposed as the men entered the apartment. A hand touched me on the back and wasted no time running down to my ass. Fingers explored my hole gently, more lube was applied and at long last the first penetration of the night. I was so horned up at this stage that I immediately pushed back on to the invading phallus. My sphincter had been quivering in anticipation since the moment the men entered the apartment, and with no visual stimulation, I was acutely aware of my hole's longing to be fucked. My thirst for cock must have been amusing as a loud roar of laughter erupted; making me suddenly aware that I was surrounded by men.
Were they naked? I wondered, what age were they? Were they hot? I had only my imagination to go by, and in the state I was in, it ran wild. I relished the feeling of a cock knocking at my backdoor. From what I could tell, it seemed to be a reasonable thickness, nothing I wasn't able for - since my pussy had been violently and unyieldingly prised open by Bobby XL; I no longer struggled to adjust to a cock entering my hole. I felt this was a reasonable warm-up; surely Paul had planned it that way.
My mouth was dry and my heart was beating erratically as the unidentified man behind me thrusted over and over into my sloppy hole. As he fucked me, I felt what I presumed was another man generously squeezing more lube on to my ass. It seemed to be running everywhere; over my cheeks, into my crack and started to run down my legs. Ordinarily, I would be reaching for a towel to keep the whole place clean, but this time I couldn't care less; the sloppier the better. I wanted to feel this cock - whoever's it was - sliding effortlessly in and out of my cunt. Through all of this, hands stroked my body and I was swimming in euphoria. I was as high as a kite, and a physical sense of disinhibition was rising in me. I began moaning loudly as I felt the man's body and balls slam harder and harder against me with every thrust. Then a loud grunt, and a violent push forward as the stranger crashed down on me; the faint sensation of his throbbing cock ejecting its load deep into my colon was barely perceptible, but it sent another wave of tingles through my body. I felt a light pressure on my lower back - what I would later realise to be a thick, black pen - as the man marked me and Paul's voice whispered sneeringly in my ear:
"Your first load of the night..." I thought I could sense his wide grin.
I had only a moment to consider what he was saying before I felt the cock withdraw from me and another man mount me from behind. His dick was not as thick, and it travelled easily right to the base as I felt his balls - like those of the previous anonymous man - slap against my butt cheeks. His cock was long though and I moaned at the sensation of his pork sword digging into my guts. With only a moment's pause, the thrusting began again in earnest. This time the guy seemed to be frantic; his pumping became quicker and quicker until after what seemed like a relatively short time, he too shot a load deep into my bowels.
Between all of this fucking, I could make out only some sounds of what was happening around me. The buzz of the door has gone at least twice - perhaps three times - since my sphincter had been spread open by the first, thick cock. I imagined a room full of beautiful hunks of all colours and creeds, with large, throbbing, juicy boners, lining up to take their turn on my waiting hole. In reality I could hear some guys chatting over on the couch, seemingly not paying too much attention to me as the soiree passed its first hour. For all I knew these men could be anyone, but something told me Paul had a type and deep in my mind, it aroused me to think of my insignificance to these Tops. The fact that they just continued their
evenings, having drinks and enjoying the night, coming to fuck the worthless bottom boy when they needed to bust a nut, but otherwise ignoring me, makes me hard to this day.
A few minutes passed, as I waited for another man to mount my hungry cunt. I almost started to become agitated thinking no-one was going to fill my hole after only the second load. I wasn't disappointed for long though. I was still lost in a world of my own when - without warning - I felt a cock slap me hard across the face, then rub its mucusy discharge all over my cheeks and forehead before entering my mouth. Its overbearing volume however was soon too much for my relatively small orifice. I tasted the sweetness of its gloopy pre-cum and breathed in heavily the faintly musty smell of an alpha male.
My saliva served to lubricate the cock only momentarily before it was withdrawn and I smelled the instantly-recognisable aroma of a fresh bottle of poppers. My heart beat took off racing wildly like never before, my head spinning and colours swirling as I longed to feel the massive schlong spread open the walls of my fuck-tunnel. I heard him moving slowly from my head to behind me and his hands took a hold of my hips. It seemed like on this elevated bed, my asshole was perfectly aligned to be exactly at the right height for these men to fuck me hard with minimal effort of crouching or bending over. He steadied himself and I felt the tip of his cock gently piercing my anus. His fat, mushroom-gland teased my sphincter pushing in slightly and pulling out, as he waited for the poppers to completely take hold of me; I felt my sphincter relax and blossom open for his waiting phallus. He knew the moment was right, and his hands moved from my hips up to my shoulders. He steadied himself again, his cock perfectly lined up to my rectum and with a long, hard thrust his massive dong penetrated me to the base. I moaned loudly, falling forward onto the bed, but his body followed me, not allowing even half an inch of his meat's agonisingly long length to withdraw from me. He held himself inside me while he massaged my shoulders roughly. I couldn't believe the feelings rushing through my body and desperately wanted to feel him fucking me. I began to beg him to do it.
"Argggghhh fuck my cunt hard!" It was vulgar, but in the heat of the moment, I needed to feel this man's throbbing dick shredding my hole.
