I grabbed the ass of the man in front of me and pulled him even closer. His erection was now jammed firmly against my own. I moved between the two men. Their mouths latched onto me. I could smell their sweat and the alcohol on their breaths. I heard the man behind me say something, though I couldn't quite make it out, and grind himself more firmly against my ass. He lost his rhythm, increasing his pace and intensity. I relished this moment, letting pleasure bloom behind my eyes as I ground my hips into his. He thrusted against me. His teeth clamped down on my shoulder. I didn't feel the wet patch in his pants, but I knew it was there as his cock began to soften against my ass. His tongue traced a slow, flat line up the back of my neck. I bathed in his hot breath behind me until, with a squeeze of my ass, he was gone.
The man in front of me remained, having spent this time with his lips on my own, or on my neck, or my chest. His hands gripped and massaged my ass. When he pulled away from kissing me this time, a trail of drool followed him. It broke and lay across my chin. He wiped it away with his thumb, then pressed it against my lips. I sucked on his thumb, tasting the tang of his sweat and my own alcoholic saliva. It was delicious. He pulled his hand from my mouth and kissed my neck. I breathed in the smell of his hair. I was vaguely aware of one hand leaving my body, his hips pulling away from my own, and then returning. I reached down curiously and, sure enough, there was bare skin. His uncut cock now rubbed against the front of my pants.
He pulled away to look me in the eyes and slid his cock between my legs. His pupils were dilated completely and lazy with pleasure. I pressed my legs together for him, luxuriating in the feeling of him squeezing my ass and tracing over my sweaty shoulder blades. I wanted him to envelop me completely, skin on skin under the pulsing beat. I let my arms drape haphazardly around his torso, allowing him to guide my movements. His pace was slow, and his eyes fluttered with the sensations. I sucked on his neck, savoring his sweat, and traced my fingernails over his back. My full body was slumped against him, and he used the slot between my thighs as he wished. I loved the pressure of our chests together, and the moaning I could see but not hear when he picked up his pace. He reached one hand under my waistband, pushing inside and letting a finger brush over my asshole inquisitively. He rubbed over the sweat that had collected on my ass, then continued that firm pressure to the small of my back. He could touch me anywhere he wanted- I was happy to give up control.
His dick left my thighs and pressed forward, upright, against my crotch. We rubbed together, both flushed and sweating and hungry for more. He reached into my pants, tugging them harshly down, and pulled out my dick. With both of our cocks gripped firmly in his hand, he moved his hips steadily. My hand joined his and I watched our dicks rubbing together. It looked crazy under the blacklight. The way his foreskin rolled back under his hand had my heart racing, if it was possible for it to race any more than it already was. My body was utterly overtaken with the sensation. I gripped harder. He gripped harder. We thrusted against each other until I came and, with a forceful shudder and a tug of my hair, he came too. We brought our sticky hands to each other's faces and licked away the mess. I wanted to be covered in it; I had never tasted anything so sweet in my life.
Sweetness lingering on my tongue, I struggled to pull up my zipper, then turned and wrapped my arms around another man. There truly was nothing like the best party of the year.
