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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 canlı casino siteleri 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!”

He rams his hard cock one more time before dropping a huge load in my ass.

Yeah…we’ll see. Is taking a teaching position just so i could get fucked, really fucked, regularly the right move? I don’t know…I do liked to be fucked…a lot. So I emailed him and told him I would be very interested in interviewing. A time was set and I hardly thought of much else.

The day for the interview arrived. I came in the night before and stayed at a hotel. I did not tell anyone I was coming, especially my family. I was hoping to slip in and out. I put on a nice sport coat with no tie, my thought being we will see how badly he wants me since suits are the normal attire for faculty. And, perhaps, I will see how badly he wants me.

“Toby…so good to see you.”

“And so good to see you again Mr Sawyer”

“When did you get to town? How are your parents?”

“Last night. They do not know I am here. In fact I am not sure why I am here.”

“You’re here because I have a job to offer you.”

We talked a few minutes and he told me about the school and his vision and a bit about the position in the science department. It actually was a good offer. But Mr sawyer did not flirt or smile or give me a look that would indicate anything other than a legit offer. The time in the hotel was not even hinted at. I did not know whether I was disappointed or not. Maybe working for Mr Sawywr is not what I thought it world be.

Then again, he has remained in his position for twelve years, obviously he knows how to keep that part of his life secret.

By looking at me or talking to me, you would not think of me as a sissy boy or submissive, a receiver, or catcher, any and all of those terms describe me. The truth is I would rather be naked on my knees in front of a stiff cock than any place in the world.

That’s why I got so excited when I finally got the invitation to the naked men party. I knew there were bears and DOMS and all manner of ass fuckers among the ranks.

*******

The door opened and a tall, very hip African American man welcomed me. There was a code word…very secret agent stuff. Once in I was ushered to a bedroom where we were hanging our clothes. My host showed me the bucket of condoms. “Have fun. These guys are going to love your young slot oyunları ass.”

So in the great room of the suite there were already men who had coupled or tripled up. Soft symphonic music played in the background. My dick was semi hard as I surveyed the room.

“First time?” A forty ish gentleman spoke to me from behind..

“Yes. Is it obvious?”

“It can be a bit overwhelming at first. But it won’t be long before the animals sniff you out.

i chuckled a bit glancing at the room.

“So, why are you here “

“Hopefully to suck some cock and…”

“On your knees baby.”

Oh man. I was inches away from a beautiful cock. Trimmed pubic area, cut cock and growing when he finally fed it to me. Cut, stiff and delicious I took it in my mouth and for about five minutes I made love to it. I took my tongue and ran it underneath. I lightly licked it then in one gulp took it deep.

“Yes baby. Yes.” He muttered. And then..,”Got to stop.” He pulled out. His dick was blood red and hard as a board. “I m going to save a load for your ass.Then he helped me to my feet and kissed me. Our tongues did that dance. Our hard cocks were sword fighting and my knees were wobbly.Another set of hands started rubbing my ass while i was kissing guy 1. All over my legs and back. He grabbed my hair and kissed my neck. I could feel his cock at my back door. Not trying to get in, but rather announcing it was there. I reached behind me and started stroking it. Kissing guy 1 and stroking guy 2 when guy 3 walked up in an awkward looking pro move took my dick into his mouth while whacking away on his. A crowd of men cheered him on. All three began sucking, kissing and nibbling my body. I had yet to cum and needed to desperately but they had decided I was going to be their play toy and I was happy with that.

*******

The semester ended and I graduated with honors and was offered a graduate assistantship in the university’s chemistry department. This would allow me to get my masters degree plus make a stipend for work in the lab, which I love anyway. Of course, there were other factors involved with either of the roads I chose to follow. Stay, get my master’s degree and play once a month at the naked men club or go and make a very good salary with the hope of being fucked regularly.

The practical thing, of course, was to stay, get the Masters Degree then get a better job. Simple really, just leave sex out of the equation. That’s right…just leave…it…out.

One thing for sure, i will not make a decision this week. I am going on a motorcycle trip to Natchez and see if I can get laid. If you can not find a gay partner in Natchez you are not trying.

Anyway I needed the day long bike ride just to clear my head. My bikes have been my therapists for years, since my parents got me an electric one for Christmas one year.

*******

It was a hot august night and I slipped on some tennis shoes and cranked my bike to go for a midnight ride. I like riding at night out in the county where I take off my shorts and shirt and blow through the countryside in the nude. Stupid yes. Also exhilarating. And if you like being nude it’s quite a rush. The vibration on my balls and dick made me so fucking horny. So I start thinking about maybe trying to find a companion for the night. As I turned toward town I reluctantly dress ( what there is) and ride into town, slowly through the south end where it is possible to find a hook up. I mean, it’s not like a red light district but a couple dance clubs and the only real gay bar in town, Billies, are located on Bay Street so I cruised it a couple times and decided to call it a night and headed home.

At Fifth street I saw Rocky, a Harley guy who is one scary motherfucker who likes to run his dick in and out of my orifices. He turns around and pulls up next to me at the light.

“You been fucked tonight? I don’t want no seconds.”

“No I have not been fucked tonight.”

“Follow me”

We turned and drove through a couple city blocks before turning into an alley behind the parking garage. He put his arm around my shoulder. “First class accommodations for you., my brother. Step on in here. Watch your step.”

A little room with light coming in from the street lamp.

“Drop them shorts.”

I did and walked over to him, dropped to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I loved sucking his cock because he loved it so. He moaned and his knees buckled, this big ole burly man, before pulling out.

“Ass.” I turned over and Rocky eased his dick in my ass. And then he went all Rocky on me and pounded it. I mean he slammed every inch of his impressive dick in my ass and rocked back and forth as he crammed his biker dick all up in my guts.

” Rock..I am cumming. I …” I was trying to tell him. I shot my load causing my ass to tighten up which caused his dick to jump a couple of times before he unloaded a biker size load in my ass. He buried his face in my neck and whimpered with each slot casino siteleri load he shot. I shook and shivered. Rocky gave me a couple more good shots. He pulled out and I took his cock, ripped the condom off and I sucked him until this big ass mountain man was begging me to stop. I finally did and He stood, zipped up and said “thanks, Tobes.” I had jiz all over my face and shirt. I said “thank you, Rocky.” I love that guy!

*******

I have never thought of myself as a biker. I am just a guy who likes to ride a bike. But there are guys who think riding the Natchez Trace is a bucket list item and every day in the spring and summer you can see several groups or solo riders. For me, the Trace is boring! Fifty miles per hour from Nashville to Natchez. It is beautiful. It is green. And as I have previously stated you can find some quiet places. Just remember it is National Parkway with federal laws and lawmen. I have never gotten lucky with riders even though I have heard grand stories.

I rolled into Natchez about 7:00pm and checked into the Grand Hotel, a really nice hotel that would look great in any other town than Natchez, the oldest city on the Mississippi River. I will be glad when the Eola reopens. I have had my share of fun nights in the Eola Hotel.

I took a shower and headed out. I looked good. Brooks Brothers pull over, teal green shorts and my Hokas. Very stylish.

There are several new cafes and pubs in town with all the growth and renewal and I walked by a few but ended up heading to my old favorite, the scene of a couple of my escapades, The Corner Bar for a burger and a beer…or two. As it gets later the bar gets a bit gayer so I hung around and had a few beers more than I should. There were some gay patrons but no one seemed interested in me, nor I them.

I walked down to Smoot’s, a pretty good stroll.

The band was grooving pretty hard and the room was full and loud. Good looking men and women. I walked up close to the band. They were my age. A lot of the bands in the south are old heads who can still bang out the Allmans, and Skynard. But these guys were young and good looking. The lead guitar player’s shirt was unbuttoned and his long dark hair flowed with the powerful beat. But my word, the bass guitar player was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. Beautiful eyes, powerful jawline. Clean shaven. He actually looked like out of place with the other guys but he played his ass off.

” You play bass?” He bent over and asked in between songs?

“No I do not.”

“So you just like to stare at bass players?”

“Well, yes. I like staring at you.”

The band kicked into a Dave Mathew’s classic and I stood like a horny groupie off stage left. Damn he was perfect.

Nature called so I made my way through the crowded room towards the men’s room. A bit of a line so I waited. As the band took a break I noticed bass player in line. I let a couple guys go in front of me. Bass played and i went in together. He locked the door, put his hands on my chest and pushed me into the wall and kissed me.

“Are you staying for the last set?”

“I do not know. Are you coming to my room after the set?”

“Yes, I am. And…I am going to fuck your ass.”

“Go play bass.”

We walked down the street. He wasn’t much of a talker.

“I am going to have fun with you. I like fucking new boys.”

In the room we stripped, no shower and fell on the bed. He was still sweaty and needed no fluffing as he was hard and ready. I kissed his mouth and rubbed my hand over his face.

“You are beautiful.” I whispered in his ear and then kissed his neck while playing with his left nipple. He rolled over and moved down my body, kissing and nibbling his way to my crotch. My cock in his mouth and his finger going up my ass.

“Oh baby.” I was squirming all over the bed. I couldn’t get enough of this.

“More baby. More fingers.” And he slid another in.

“Oh fuck baby.”

“Ok.”

He put on a condom and began inserting it in my ass. Easy. Inch at a time. Sheee it felt so fucking good. Ease it in. Oh fuck. And then he went the distance.

“Oh fuck!”

“Hurt? Too much.”

“Oh hell no. Go baby go”

He started going deep and then deeper. And then plunging ahead he just went nuts. I wrapped him up with my arms and legs. I buried my face in his neck as he never slowed down never broke rhythm. Just plowing ahead until he let it rip.

“Aaaagghhh…” it was primitive. His sweat dripped from his forehead. I licked it up. He shoved it one more and I screamed this time and an orgasm just ripped from my balls. I shivered from my toes up!!!

We lay there a few minutes and my ass just massaged his cock. He was breathing heavy and I felt it on my neck. And soon we wanted to go again.

He spent the night And I bought him breakfast in the morning.

“Are you staying in town another night? I like fucking you. Maybe before I go one stage tonight we can hook up.” All this while eating bacon and eggs at the table with others all around. The thing is, I wasn’t embarrassed. Yeah…I just spent the night fucking this lovely man.

Bass player left and I went upstairs to take a nap. That guy fucked me good and he wants to see me again so maybe I fucked him pretty good too.

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