The cocks just kept on coming. One after another. Big ones, small ones cut and uncut, young and old. At times I had one in my ass, my mouth and one in each hand and who knows how many were n line. My chest, face, hair were covered in cum. Ropes just appeared from out of my vision. I heard men in the room in different stages of ecstasy. I guess there may have been others being fucked but I don't know for sure. All I know I was having the greatest night of my life.
After an hour or so I took a little breather and wiped the jiz from my eyes and looked around the room i saw so many men. It was unbelievable. I don't know...twenty, thirty naked men in a nice three bedroom hotel suite, all looking for sex with another man. I knew no one. I was twenty-three and among the youngest there. The party begins at 7:00pm but no one gets in after 7:30.
I got up to go to the restroom and survey the room before taking my place back on the mattress. I passed by a group of men I had yet to even see.
And then I recognized him. Mr Sawyer, my old high school principal. Son of a bitch harassed me for four years and here he is in line to fuck my ass. Step right up old man and show me what you got. Im not sure he even knew who was on the mattress in the middle of the room because when it was finally his turn he seemed a bit surprised.
"Hey doc. Step on up and join the party."
"Toby?"
"C'mon doc. Stick that dick where you have dreamed about. You've wanted this ass for years now. You know you have. Take it big man"
Yeah, i challenged him enough and fuck me he did. The old guy just reamed me and was one of the few who actually made me cum. He was so good I neglected the others briefly and just fucked Mr Sawyer. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and took a very active roll in giving him as good a fuck as he was giving me.
"You like this Toby? You like being fucked by your high school principal?"
"Can you keep it up, old man?"
"Did Marsha Lewis know her boyfriend liked dick more than her pussy? I knew."
"You knew?" Conversation is tough when getting plowed.
"You've always been a pussy boy. Rocky ever fuck you this good, boy? Huh?"
He pounded me and then lifted me from the mattress. Actually at that point, I was the centerpiece of the room. Me and Mr sawyer!
When he came, it all hit my prostate and I just exploded. I unloaded and it was glorious. My old high school principal had just fucked me properly. He used a condom, But I have no complaints. He lit my prostate up!
"Roll your ass over young man. I am not finished with you."
Another condom and no warning Sawyer plunged ahead and fucked me good. I jumped. Even after all those dicks he gave me that extra little plunge that slapped my prostate around and made me jump. Damn I love a dick up my ass.
As the sun was rising I did the walk of shame through the lobby. Other than a few early breakfast eaters it was pretty empty. I had my shoes in my hand. Shirt tail out. No idea where my underwear was. I'm sure I looked like I had just fucked every male on the sixth floor. Sort of what it felt like, as well.
I got home, showered and went to bed. Satisfied. But thinking about Sawyer.
Monday classes were light. I had loaded up the first three years so my last semester was fairly easy. I'll graduate and get out into the world and then decide about grad school. But today, I was taking a book, a bottle of wine and going to the levee and take in the sun. Spring time in the south is exceptional. As I pulled up I found a secluded spot and staked my claim, took my shirt off and applied enough sunscreen to keep from burning. Back home in Livingston, there is a quiet place by the Rez I used to go where I stripped down and enjoyed the day. I've never been that confident here in Macomb.
*******
I pulled my bike onto the grassy area along the Natchez Trace and pulled down close to the bank of the reservoir. In the saddle bags was a blanket, sun screen, a flask of wine and a book. I spread the blanket beside my bike blocking me from the road. I stripped naked, poured a bit of wine and read the latest Greg Iles novel listening to the crashing of the water against the bank.
Putting the book down I felt like I was not alone. I pulled my shorts on top of me blocking my cock and looked around. In a small boat a man about my grandfather's age was on board and staring at me. Without saying anything he grabbed his crotch through his shorts. I knew what that meant. So, I decided to give him a show. i started jacking off. Slowly. I took my time while the old guy kept rubbing his dick. I love showing off and I extended this as long as I could. I arched my back like the porn guys do. I moaned. I enjoyed putting on the show. It felt good, the sun. The wine. The audience.I laid back on my blanket and shot a mammoth rope back toward my face, striping my face and chest.
The old guy left, I cleaned up and went home.
******^
As I laid there on the levee I thought back to the orgy from last month. My understanding is they do this once a month in different hotels in town. It's a process to get invited, but once you're on the list and as long as you are not a troublemaker, you are invited every month. You send in a payment, for the suite, snacks, soft drinks and condoms and lube. I had heard about this but never got involved until that night. I'll probably go again before graduation, it was fun. A lot of fun. And even though we don't use names a couple of the guys got my email and have invited me to play. In fact one guy actually offered to pay me to fly to Florida for a weekend. Well of course I went and took the money. I've had that happen a couple times.
It's good money and the fact is I would fuck this guy for free.
******
It was a long weekend. No classes on Friday or Monday and I was flying to Florida. The small, private airport is just a few miles from my little house. My dog, Mongo, was staying at my neighbors and I was a bit nervous as I parked my car, grabbed my bag and walked toward a blue and grey Gulf Stream jet.
I was welcomed aboard by the pilot, first mate and steward whose name was Stewart. In the cabin was the man from the hotel and another man, both fiftyish years old and already drinking mimosas and Bloody Marys.
"Please have a seat and fasten your seat belt." Stewart showed me to my seat which was facing backward directly in front of my host and his obviously horny friend whose cock was showing in his shorts. I looked at it and then smiled at him.
Once in the air I wasted no time providing the service I was onboard for. I unbuckled my belt, got on my knees in front of the horny friend, pulled his shorts down and found what I was looking for, a beautiful cock standing at full mast. I took it between my lips and teased him. Oh he wanted the cliff note blow job. He was so ready to come. But I wouldn't let him. I teased him and edged him before turning my attention to the man paying the bill. He looked
down and winked at me nodding his head toward his friend who was needing to cum but was not allowed to touch. I giggled as I gulped my host's manly cock down my throat.
*******
I opened my email toward the end of the semester and there was a message from Mr Sawyer, offering me a job teaching at my Alma Mater. I had not thought about teaching, especially in my home town. But the idea intrigued me a bit. What Would teacher evaluations look like? Me bent over his desk being fucked in the ass?
"Are you going to get your lesson plans in on time next week?"
"I will try sir."
"Wrong answer!"
