This is a work of pure fiction. All persons and events herein are fictional. Any and all resemblance to actual persons and events is purely coincidental. Persons portrayed are 18 years of age and older. This story contains condomless sex and public sex. This story is not an endorsement of either practice.
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A week had passed since the first incident. Nev, after a night of drinking and poor luck with the ladies, talked his friends Gene, Kane, Ripley Albert, Lincoln and Jeremiah into making a pact. Starting that night each man would take turns letting the others him. Despite a few token objections, the decision was unanimous. The rules were simple: the arrangement was to be secret and they would continue until each man was fucked so no one was singled out.
Kane was fucked first. He seemed to enjoy it and admitted in their group chat that he and his new girlfriend were incorporating anal play into their romantic life. She was a bit innocent and from a conservative family, but apparently okay with it. Gene, engaged, was accustomed to anal play as he and Shelly apparently used strap-ons a lot. Gene was open and honest about his sex life, and this was common knowledge even before this arrangement had been made. It was Gene that Nev consulted as he prepared himself for his turn. Under Gene's recommendation, Nev bought and experimented with a butt plug at home. It wasn't that bad if he just left it alone, to be honest.
In late September, only a few days since that night, Nev was still looking for the first opportunity to get the guys together. He was down to fuck, but the thought of being fucked gave him some trepidation. If anything, Nev was a planner, and if he had to get fucked, he wanted it out of the way. He was wracking his brains trying to think of a way to get everyone in the same place without Lincoln's long-term girlfriend, Kane's new chick or Ripley's wife around. Barbeques were out. The failed bar crawl was a rare instance.
Providence arrived in an envelope. There was an office raffle for some postseason tickets for a local minor league game. He won it. Eight tickets in the nosebleeds. Checking online, Nev saw that the stadium would likely be less than half full on that day.
The bathrooms would probably be deserted, he mused. He once talked an ex-girlfriend into a quicky at a college hockey game only a few years prior. They snuck into the men's room in the heat of the first period and made it back before it was half over. His crotch throbbed at the memory.
What was he thinking?
Nev's brain worked overtime. Ripley's wife didn't like baseball at all and would probably take their kid to see her parents. Lincoln and Kane were diehard sports fans and would jump to go. He, Jeremiah and Albert were all single. Shelly could take the eighth. Gene's girl was a fan of the local team, but would probably be more interested in fantasizing on the whole scheme he was concocting...
Lube would be essential and probably easy to sneak in. He could use his butt plug to be prepared. Nev anguished over condoms. As much as he loved to fuck raw, he was hesitant to let the guys fuck him bare. The condoms would lead to too much trash, he decided. And the guys would probably get off quicker without them. He could suck it up.
Nev took out his phone and opened the group chat. He nicknamed it The Wild 7 back in the beginning when they entered the company volleyball tournament in the summer. This was wild alright.
"Guys, I just won eight tickets to a ball game next weekend. You up for round two?"
Some responses rolled in. He gave them the details, including an order: "Get tested ASAP. Can't figure out the rubbers."
Finally, the weekend arrived. The stadium was about half empty and the bleachers where Nev and the group sat were particularly barren. Rather than choose better seats, they kept their spot. There was a nearby bathroom and luckily little foot traffic. If they wanted concessions, they would need to visit the stands in the middle row, but it was a small price to pay. Once the game was underway Nev left.
The bathroom itself was small with three rows of stalls running perpendicular to a wall of urinals. Nev chose the back most row and put the two stalls closest to the urinals out of order. This last row only had the three cubicles so he would be undisturbed. Nev stripped off his jeans and boxer-briefs, shoving the latter into his pocket before hanging them up on the hook on the door. With a now practiced motion, he removed the plug from his ass, wincing as it came out. The plug came out cleanly by all definitions, so he plopped it into a locking plastic bag that he brought along and stored it in the other pocket of his jeans. He was happy that he cleaned himself out and refrained from eating, but he could feel his stomach demand a meal.
Nev then sat on the toilet, lightly toying with his cock, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. He sent a text to the group.
"Ready. Link's first." The order was determined some quick dice rolls earlier.
Nev sat, surprised that he was pretty hard when a light knock on the door alerted him.
"Link got a call from his girlfriend." It was Albert.
Nev muttered a curse. Albert's thick cock was not for beginners. Nevertheless, he opened the door. Albert walked in and closed the door. Nev turned around and planted his hand on the cold tile of the back wall and leaned forward, exposing his ass.
There wasn't much room to maneuver, but they made it work. Albert gently spread Nev's cheeks and inspected the hole. Pink, with some red, obviously from being stretched a moment ago. Some hair wreathed it. Albert spat into the eye and rubbed it in.
"Lube's in my jeans," Neville advised. He heard rustling as Albert dropped his pants and the snap of the cap on the small bottle before the gentle, wet smacking sound of Albert lathering it on.
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
Albert started to push. He saw the bared, pink head of his dick slowly enter Nev. Once the corona disappeared, he waited. It felt like he dipped his cock in a warm pit. He let out a sigh. It was like sinking into a hot bath.
"Gimme more."
Albert pushed in. His shaft was girthy, and he knew to take it slow. He had a hell of a time learning how to use his cock when he first lost his virginity six years ago. He quickly learned that getting his girlfriend off at least once before taking the plunge helped significantly. Nev's asshole, although prepared offered no natural lubricant and was less pliable. Slowly he reached the depth of his circumcision scar - a pale, thin line courtesy of some long forgotten ObGYN decades prior. Seeing Ripley's comparable cock did make him wonder what life would be like had he been left intact.
Nev grunted and strained. There was enough lube, to be sure, but the pressure of Albert's cock invading his hole was intense. He wondered if he would get into it like Kane. Finally, he felt Albert's low hangers knock into his own.
