An Amazing Feat of Self-Stimulation
At age 24, I'm feeling restricted in my pin-stripe shirt that's grown a bit snug due to all-you-can-eat breakfasts at this deal of a professional conference. I find myself bored out of my mind, resenting the unspoken rule that I must dedicate my evenings to professional networking while carving out just enough time for self-pleasure and sleep.
The conference was filled with middle-aged lifers and young enthusiasts, and we all pretended to value something about this experience.
I couldn't shake an annoying thought all through the first day.
As the second day dragged on, I found myself wondering about the boredom levels of my peers. I was positive I was the only one who felt like that.
My curiosity about my peers' sexual boredom grew. In my experience, I've always been the horniest person in any situation, but this felt strange.
I'd have to go outside my comfort zone in this big city and try something I'd done twice before in my hometown. Could I use the internet to find someone who shared my desire for sex without complications?
Thinking about change management, I came up with an estimate:
In big cities, there's a baseline of men seeking sex with men, and some of them manage to do so. Within this group, there's a subset of people who hide their sexual desires. Of that group, some don't trust locals to remain strangers or discreet.
This meant that there were men in this city who would only have sex with a visitor like me.
Knowing that this subpopulation sought a rare commodity to fulfill a genuine need in an uncommon setting, my self-worth seemed elevated and in demand.
Five minutes later, I reconsidered my gamble. The thought that they'd be attracted to me because I was a visitor alone was fanciful and silly, but it lingered.
I began imagining certain ages that aroused me - 20-somethings and 40-somethings. I'd fantasized about their unique brand of horniness, having experienced it with a couple of men.
It was a form of entertainment for me to open the old cruising site, pinpoint my location, and craft a message about my availability for sex with a stranger.
With my red cheeks, I quickly realized that I was spotted while browsing at the hotel lounge area. I glanced back at my laptop, noting profiles from various demographics. Men in my industry don't need to prove their worth through appearance, and I'm not attracted to men who look chiseled. However, I was intrigued by two specific age groups with certain types of libidos.
I feigned boredom as I peeked at profile pictures and began analyzing their intentions. I noticed a number of them discussing their trip for a dull conference and a desire for casual, hotel sex.
We were not downtown; maybe it was because we were in an entirely different zoning district. I didn't notice any other hotels around. This large building seemed to be the one that attracted these visitors.
Many profiles could be identified, though I knew them only from their descriptive words. But what alarmed me was the fact that some had already paired off in negotiation sessions.
I closed my eyes and took slow, deep breaths, trying to process what was happening.
Was I scared of other men my age realizing I, too, craved anonymous sex? Were their conversations of their shared interest in anonymous gay sex a threat to my anonymity?
I was aware that no one not interested in casual sex would be following this conversation.
This scenario I feared was true - I'd uncover that my peers sought casual sex with strangers, and they found out that I did the same. But who cares?
Hey everyone, I'm currently here for a conference in the Lower East Side of the city and this is my chance to have some hidden sex. I'm feeling unusually horny, I love giving head, I love receiving head, I love both young and mature men, I don't care about your body type, I just need you to be friendly, horny, and discreet. I've recently been told I'm in good health. Who needs some secret fun?
The response was overwhelming. There were proposals from other areas, but it seemed that among those whom I had caught the attention of, I had happily agreed to the attention of a middle-aged man with a little belly and a gorgeous uncut dick, who was ready to be bi after a separation.
A few of the built-in couples even mentioned tonight after dinner. I enjoyed the shared pictures and sales pitches of the other guys, attractive to most but cautiously satisfied with my choice.
The afternoon sessions began, and it was a bit harder to hear, as hail and then massive raindrops started pounding against the glass dome above us (the lobby was partly jutting out of the rest of the building in a boot-like shape, probably just for the purpose of the skylight). There was thunder as everything continued.
While the conference ate dinner seriously, some mandatory speeches took place, and they lasted a bit longer than necessary. The lectern was occupied for a while as most plates became empty. There was a very noticeable moment, with two types of tension in the room – one released and one increased – when the speaker ended her speech and, with polite applause, invited up a less mandatory speaker on a topic crucial for the industry.
Not very well planned. If you're trying to force people to listen to your little Expo, you schedule the mandatory stuff at the end.
This was the very noticeable moment, the explosion point, when several people stood up, gently but not hesitant. Some of them carried on to the bathroom. Six of us walked from the atrium entrance to the elevator.
CASUAL ELEVATOR BREAK
In the elevator, we don't look at faces while waiting. In fact, we try quite hard not to. But when we get in the elevator (which was at least luxuriously spacious), we have to exchange small fragments of eye contact to negotiate a social contract: who will stand where, how silent to be, whether anyone will attempt to chat with you...
The first thing that caught my eye was that two of them were smirking but trying to act cool and not notice anything: one, a younger chubby guy, and one, a tall man in his late 30's.
The second thing that caught my attention was that I recognised the face of a shorter middle-aged man, who I recalled had a stunning dick.
The third thing that caught my eye was that the chubby younger guy had a familiar feel, and a picture came into my mind of a poorly taken photo of a naked young body, head-down, with a cute cut penis, trying to pose casually despite the nudity, in a dimly lit bedroom. The fourth thing that caught my eye was that yet another guy, the oldest, was acting casual while his expensive-looking suit pants were bad at hiding bulges.
I felt my face turn pink again, and the people in the elevator started to sense my embarrassment and the other guys' odd glances at me. If I wasn't mistaken, they started to catch on to a growing realization on the faces of the six elevator strangers.
You see, subgroups can be separated based on the unique behavior they display, and if you're lucky, by their unique decision to be in a certain place at a specific time. What subgroup of men at a conference would quickly exit to their hotel rooms during an essential but non-compulsory PowerPoint presentation?
The answer was men who had something special to do in their private bedrooms that wouldn't come around again. Or even better, something that could possibly be done a bit later but were eager to skip a meeting for.
After no one else could affect nonchalance, we all examined each other. We scanned each other to count and cross-reference to make sure nobody was a stranger. A single outsider would have required complete silence right now. It was insane not to.
The stories of each other were revealed.
The pink-faced young man with wide eyes.
The recognisable young body we had all seen naked.
The late-30s man who approached and joined him but didn't make eye contact.
The older man with the enormous erection.
A man in his middle 30's stupidly wearing a buttoned-up coat.
A man of around 40 nervously glanced at two different people: a young guy and an older guy. He kept switching his gaze between them until he spotted me, considered it for a moment, and then looked down at my pants before returning his eyes to mine.
We were okay.
We joked about the situation in the elevator as it slowly ascended.
"Christ, really?" I said, and we burst into laughter.
The young man said, "Uhhhhh, have fun?" The middle-aged man next to him grinned widely.
The conversation returned to an uneasy silence. I couldn't quite grasp the lucky break I was experiencing, so I couldn't quite grasp anything. The situation was fleeting, and we would all be getting off at different floors.
It was just a funny coincidence, something to never discuss with anyone.
The hum of the elevator filled the shaft, mingling with the sound of heavy raindrops.
The elevator experienced some problems. First, the light blinked, accompanied by a flickering sound. Then, the spinning device began to stop spinning properly, with a frightening shudder. We all held our breaths, waiting to see if it was a hiccup or a true emergency.
It was a situation. Initially, we felt like complete strangers again, uneasy in a small space with unknown individuals and unsure of what to do. Our hands reached reflexively for our phones.
After a few seconds, a little ding and a monotone voice informed us to remain patient and that the situation would be resolved soon.
We took a few deep breaths to calm down. Our predicament reminded us of how uncomfortable it can be to be stuck in small spaces with strangers for an extended period. The elevator car felt eerily unfamiliar and gave us the unsettling sensation of being in an uncanny valley between familiarity and strangerhood.
We were in an awkward, uncomfortable situation, but we started to relax and become more comfortable. Finally, I looked around carefully at the elevator's interior. It seemed older than it first appeared. No mirrors with hidden cameras. Lots of beaten-up metal and wood. I also checked the phone box.
I spoke on the phone, "Hello? Can someone hear me? Someone might be hurt in here, we need advice." No response came after a whole minute.
I stared at the ceiling, glad there was no camera. No one was keen to pick up the phone.
"I think it's fine. We have so many opportunities to seize the moment, whether tonight or tomorrow," I said, hoping the tension between us would dissipate.
"I hope tonight!" someone quipped. The young man piped up, "I hope... now!" we laughed at his pun. I stared at the middle-aged man beside me, my cheeks burning red as I spoke.
"Hi, I think I'm going to have sex with you tonight?"
There was unease, but then relief flooded the air once the secret was no longer a secret.
The older man spoke, "Ready to get down and dirty everyone?" The man in his 30s chimed in, "I'm ready to drop my pants, but I'll drop to my knees if I need to!" We chuckled at his word choice.
"Both blowjobs and intercourse are exciting," I added, still feeling shy. "Is everyone on the same page?"
"Definitely ready for both," stated the middle-aged man. "I love a fantastic, uhhhh," he looked around uncertainly, "penis... But it's a sexual favor, it's more enjoyable to receive one, right?"
We all smiled at each other indulgently.
"I'm not the only one who simply relishes giving.... What, blowjobs?" (looking around) "for their own sake!" we all chuckled awkwardly, but the awkwardness began to subside.
The young stranger turned crimson. "Well, I, uh, I'm not exactly sure, so maybe?" His friend looked ecstatic.
Erections were now clearly visible.
"Dammit, why can't this elevator function..."
We smiled and nodded. "This is impossible," I murmured, grinning.
We all glanced at each other again. Face and erection, face and erection, face and erection.
No one would be the first to mention it.
No one.
They started staring at me. Maybe it was my initial words, or something I said, or the fact that I was the one who spoke first (was it top energy?), or something else about me that made them fixate on me more than others.
They appeared to like something about my blushing but hopeful grin.
I opened the phone booth. I stuck my finger up again. I took a deep breath. I picked up the receiver.
"Hello? I'm interested in learning more about the situation of the elevator--"
"Hello," a loud voice boomed over the telephone, and I realized I didn't need to hold the phone to my ear with a voice like that. "I understand the situation isn't ideal. My team is working on it, and we'll get you out as soon as we can, but it's not going to be a quick fix, I'm afraid. I'm sorry..."
"No worries, I'm not in a hurry. My friends and I are just trying to manage our expectations, since we're unsure how much time we'll be spending here. We're quite comfortable. Can you share some details about the current scenario?"
We all held our breaths.
"Yep, heard you. Unfortunately, it's not a simple fix. A combination of a storm and the old elevator causing an arc has caused more than just the elevator to be out of commission. Do you still have electricity in there? Yeah? That's fortunate. But more problems may arise. Our electricians are on the job, trying to remedy the situation, but I'm afraid it's definitely not going to be a few minutes before we can lower you safely to a floor."
"No, we're good. My friends and I are okay with waiting. We'll handle the situation while you focus on the main problem." I tried to keep my voice as steady as possible.
"Thanks for understanding, you seem to be handling things quite well."
I blushed and grinned. "We'll be okay. There are six of us in here, all relieved to hear about the situation."
I carefully placed the receiver back onto its hook.
Everyone was wide-eyed, especially the young man.
"Um, what were we discussing?" asked the man who was supposed to have sex with me, with a peculiar expression.
I gave them a shy gaze. "I was talking about how much I enjoy giving oral sex. Then I spoke about how it's a certainty that the elevator door won't open for well over an hour. And now I'm deciding what to talk about next."
I studied the faces. I saw bashfulness, but I searched and searched and found no signs of discomfort.
"Um, can I say something?"
I sensed an expectant silence.
"Are all of us still open to having sex?"
They looked at each other, and their faces seemed to communicate and gradually grinned. I increasingly heard "yes" from each man, and not one of them appeared to be coerced or simply going along with it.
"So, what was the other thing on your mind?" inquired someone, seemingly just to progress forward. Which, I assumed, we all desperately needed at this point.
"What's in my mind? Hmm, perhaps being in a secure room with men who've been anticipating discreet same-sex encounters for quite some time. Like how I'm in a secure room with men who've already sent each other photos of their naked bodies. We're all familiar with each other's physiques. Most of you, anyway."
Everyone was frozen in place.
"So what am I?" I chattered rapidly. "I'm crazy, I'm stupid, I've given up caring, and I'm in a room with erections that planned to ejaculate into a stranger's mouth this very hour."
Nobody wants to be the one to take charge in difficult moments. At my workplace, this happens all the time. There's accountability involved in coming up with ideas, despite the impossibility that the situation will soon be resolved. I can't help but remember that people at my workplace desire a stranger's blowjob, and that they appreciated my thoughts on the subject.
"So, is there anyone who wants to bark a clear 'no' right now so we can just patiently wait until we're apart?" I asked.
Complete silence. This time it was as if people were afraid that even a simple exhale could be considered a 'no.'
No solution was in sight as everyone was aware of how difficult the next step would be. However, what if it would be okay if someone else took responsibility for the nerve-racking duty?
I walked to the center of the elevator, disregarding my inner thoughts of lunacy.
I turned my corduroy jacket inside out and made it into a cushion. I disregarded the faces as I unfastened my tie and unbuttoned my cuffs. As the air around me sounded relieved, I looked at the man assigned to share a room with me in Room 507 as I took off my shoes and shirt and belt. I perused the area, even more tense than ever in my life, while I tried to find the fumbling buttons of my trousers.
I made eye contact with the young man. He appeared awkward yet excited, so I attempted to impart strength to him through my gaze and return it in his direction, allowing him to watch as I removed my pants and underwear. He peeped at my bobbing erection and then, after a significant moment, shifted his gaze back to my face and continued smiling, though not entirely. I let him see my nerves and tried to reassure him with my eyes, hoping he could handle the awkwardness of stranger sex.
I lay on my jacket. I allowed my bare bottom to touch the heels of my feet, still wearing striped navy socks.
And still, they hesitated, their fingers exploring their own neckties and tucked-in shirts, yet caressing their bulges a bit.
I turned back to the first man I had chosen. "Hello there. We were excited to make love with each other. We could still go through with that. Or maybe we could try something less... formal. What appeals to you?"
Less formal.
With a final chuckle from everyone and with me now squatting on my jacket, people began shifting their clothes around me. With varying degrees of readiness, my friends loosened their garments.
Close to me. All around me.
I glanced around, beaming at the men and their penises with joy in my eyes. The erections that had delighted me over lunchtime were in front of me now, bared and near. Not just the impressive one of the man I had invited to bed many hours ago, but others. And as I breathed in their sweat - the unique sweat that comes only from the areas where penises and testicles rest against thighs, it was as if my nostrils were being filled with it.
I hurriedly glanced from penis to penis, lingering on the exquisite one I had selected and replied to. That shaft was long and elegant, and its skin, while covering the entire length, wasn't quite fulsome enough to contain the whole shaft now that he was completely hard. It was just a very enticing shape, and the foreskin and head suggested "105%" to me.
And so, with a loving, licking bottom-to-top to the 40-year-old I had originally chosen and replied to, he gasped. I gave him another generous lick. I closed my mouth around his tip to taste his essence. He almost thrust forward, but I shifted, and kissed his scrotum with open lips.
A movement to my left diverted me. The distinctly different shaft of a slightly younger man swayed.
I had a split-second of confusion, a 'am I doing this?', and I shrugged and then performed three thankful laps around the head of the new penis. I then identified his unique taste instinctively.
I scanned the room, noting the chubby young man who had just massaged a middle-aged shaft with perfect balls with timid strokes, now uncertain about what to do with his hands.
I turned to him and saw a new type of smile on the faces of the men around me. I looked at his face, and he showed me hope and happiness, and he looked more comfortable when viewing me. It was almost a ritual the way he approached me as the others gathered, and my outstretched hands found his hips, and I gave him a long gaze to inquire about his willingness.
When I found and experienced his willingness, I showed him gratitude with my eyes, worshiped the lovely penis which, despite being full, had a beautiful perfect and soft bunching of foreskin at its top, and I gave its covered head a long adoring French kiss. I held him gently as his body twisted with what I was now guessing may be his first few seconds of receiving a blowjob, or at least a gay blowjob. I greedily descended to enjoy his first few seconds of ball-licking, and I made my mouth as wet and gentle as possible. I then gave him his third gasp, as I used my hand to lift the skin of his shaft, which not only gave me new inches of testicle to lick but also provided him with a simultaneous stroke-and-lick.
Eventually, with his pleasure already at a critical peak, I relented a little, and without surprise, his original companion was ready to take over. The older hand moved down to the wet shaft and gave a cheerful hello to the young man in a much more forceful contact than I had given, but to my delight it was still pleasantly slow.
I glanced around, and it was really dawning on me what I had created.
My years of managing others, of never officially being in charge but needing things to be done, of giving people ideas they were allowed to think were their own, of offering various options all of which I desired, had led to this much more extreme scenario than I had imagined when I logged onto a website that day, or even than when I had kneeled just then.
Five penises were in front of me, waiting for me to touch them, to guide them through their various paths to climax, through each person's style of pleasure and need.
I thought to myself:
This is what you wanted? Here it is.
THIS IS YOUR FINAL EXAM. YOU ARE THE ROOM'S DESIGNATED SLUT. YOU HAVE FIVE PENISES THAT NEED ORGASMS. IF ANY SEXUAL ACT DISAPPOINTS OR ULTIMATELY FAILS TO PLEASE ANY OF YOUR COLLEAGUES, YOU FAIL. IF ANY PENIS ACHIEVES MORE THAN 50% OF ITS PATHWAY TO ORGASM BY ITS OWN HAND, YOU FAIL. IF ANY PENIS COMES BECAUSE OF ITS OWN ONANISM, YOU FAIL.
Sexual play between the others is allowed. IF YOU FORGET OR IGNORE ANY BOUNDARIES, YOU FAIL. IF YOU DON'T CONVINCE ANYONE TO GIVE YOU AN ORGASM, YOU FAIL. YOU MAY NOT REQUEST YOUR OWN PLEASURE OR ORGASM, IT MAY ONLY BE CONFERRED BY THE DESIRE AND DECISION OF ONE OR MORE OF YOUR COLLEAGUES.
UNLESS IMPRACTICAL, UNUSUAL, OR UNDESIRABLE TO YOU, ALL REQUESTS OR OBVIOUS DESIRES MUST BE WELCOMED OR DIRECTED TO OTHERS - WITH THEIR CONSENT. ALL IN THE ROOM MUST LEAVE THE ROOM HAVING ORGASMED AND DRESSED, AND ALL EVIDENCE OF ORGASM MUST BE DEVARSI...DESTROYED BY SWALLOWING.
YOU HAVE AN UNKNOWN NUMBER OF MINUTES BUT NOT LESS THAN ONE HOUR. YOU HAVE A MOUTH AND TWO HANDS. YOU MAY ASK FOR HELP FROM PEERS BUT YOU SHOULD BE THE PRIMARY AUTHOR OF ALL ACTIONS. START.
The next person I looked at was a thick shaft with a sprinkling of salt-and-pepper hair. The older man's erection had multiple ridge-like impressions up the shaft, and there was a prominent vein along the front of it. It had no foreskin, and the head didn't swell out with a crest, it just remained broad and handsome all the way up. There were some hair follicles on the shaft itself, forming a kind of treasure trail. The testicles beneath were low but with an arousing fullness. The older man had his hand wrapped around a pretty small amount of shaft.
Overjoyed like a dog in a park, I gently pushed away the older man's hand from his own shaft, looked up at him and joyfully said, "Mine," and was then able to consume half of the shaft while stroking the other half. Trying out any possible way to explore a fuller pleasure for this gentleman, I tried slowly sliding my mouth up and down the entire length of his shaft, though his whispers hinted that he especially liked a good deep suck up and down any length a man could reach.
I pumped and bobbed and moaned and teased for a long time, until a different penis that I had only kissed and brushed up against returned.
Starting with a welcoming gaze aimed at the elder gentleman, I eagerly submerged myself in their manhood with zeal, unwilling to tease. I started with a shallow entry, reacclimating myself to its foreskin, exploring its permanently bunched-up, puckered skin and its gleaming pre-cum with my tongue, travelling deeper, deeeper into my embrace, swiftly shifting into an enthusiastic blowjob, forceful but smooth, going deep and then rising high. The older man had obstinately wait for his well-deserved pleasure.
Another penis suddenly joined from my new left side, discouraging me from interrupting the erotic rhythm I'd established between them. I explored the area with my hand as I touched the new presence and realized that I was now simultaneously stimulating two penises, mimicking their rhythms. But the sensations coming from both of them conveyed unique stories about their proximity to climax.
Rulings formed in my thoughts and I memorized them as unwaveringly as possible:
IF ANY PENIS SHOWS EARLY SIGNALS OF IMMINENT ORGASM, PRIORITIZE THAT ONE. IF ORGASM OCCURS WITHIN FIRST 15 MINUTES, CONSIDER IT A FAILURE, UNLESS AN UNEXPECTED CLIMAX HAPPENS - THEN SURRENDER TO IT. IF ANY PENIS IS IGNORED FOR TOO LONG, BRING IT BACK TO STARTING POINT. KEEP EVERYONE EXCITED BY BEING THE MOST DESIRABLE DESTINATION.
I questioned whether that last one was selfish...
It dawned on me that worrying about selfishness while encouraging group pleasure might be naïve.
With every departure from the focal cock, I provided emotional reassurance with my eyes and mouth. I expressed sentimental goodbyes and appreciative smiles. I switched who I was stroking and who I was engorging in my saliva, and I reassured my original partner with reassuring caresses as I focused more on the shaft I was sucking and the balls in my hand.
The flickering lights suddenly disappeared, immersing us in complete darkness.
I'm not sure there was a moment when we decided what to do.
The new aroma of sweat to my right was unfamiliar. It appeared to be someone I had yet to touch. In the darkness I turned my head, trying to gauge the distance and realizing how far off I was with my assessment. I waved my hands helplessly for a second, then noticed what seemed like a left thigh and moved my hand there. I fumbled upwards and discovered another leg. I kept feeling up until I encountered a ballsack. My fingers gently fondled an average, circumcised, unyielding penis, and I directed it towards me.
A small grunt of pleasure escaped the man above me, generating varied reactions from others. While the cock in front of me rubbed my cheek, put my nose to it, and touched my tongue, I sensed other presences forming a new circle around me. In the absence of any visual cues, I memorized the shape and listened for noises.
Blindly, I dragged my now-wet hand up and down to stroke a different penis, enjoying the incredible moments before fumbling for the balls of each penis.
I had two cocks in my hands, clumsily pleasuring three pricks, humming softly into the cock in front of me and projecting a grateful, hushed vocalization heavenwards. Eventually I concentrated on the shafts' texture and different shapes in my palms. A difficult choice lay ahead. Trying to avoid prioritizing size and being fair, I searched for other clues to aid my decision.
It took me a moment of reflection to recall the glaringly evident information.
The penis in my left hand felt bone-dry. The one in my right was gleaming with moisture.
Equality demanded I orbit left. Any multi-penis-pleaser should ensure their recipients are treated equally.
Soon enough, when I groped left and followed my left arm back to the penis I was caressing, I heard the startled gratitude of a first-time café laveur.
I heard more groans behind me. They were locating each other in the dark. They were there, ready and waiting for me, but they were also aiding each other.
When the lights flickered back on, I alleged I must have been a shock to observe. My memories of the experience now revealed that I held the elder man in my left and the younger man in my right, intensely bobbing my mouth between them. I had anticipated their identities earlier, with the impressive swollen shaft and broad head to my left and the magnificent foreskin with the precum gland to my right. The young man shared my enthusiasm.
Standing there, I was greeted by a crowd of people eagerness to get my attention. It was impossible to turn away from their pleading faces. I quickly obliged, turning to greet an old acquaintance, now in a more desperate state. Switching gears, I gave each of them an enthusiastic welcome, honest in my excitement for their presence.
I could feel my enjoyment of this situation as I provided them all with the pleasure they craved. My jaws ached from all the praising I was offering them. But I couldn't stop. My sex drive was raging, and I wanted to be touched as badly as they did. The discomfort only fueled my desire for more.
Soon, however, my focus was shifted as a different man made a request. I knelt at his feet, ready to satisfy him. I could feel the eagerness of the young man and the waiting older man watching me, but their need was not important to me at the moment. As I began to pleasure the older man, the younger man reached out to touch me, running his fingers over my shaft and then experimentally licking my length for taste and texture. It was a shock to me, because their momentary connection activated a primal, surging desire within me.
My pleasure continued to build, fueled by the unrelenting attention of these men. They were just on the edge of climaxing, but I was still enthralled by the experience. My body tightened in anticipation as the other two men in the room began to move and reposition. The young man became the owner of the mature man, approaching me on his side as the other man moved to a new partner. This meant I was now the only one being pleasured by five hands and a mouth.
I could feel a release building quickly. I was concerned that I might reach orgasm before the other men, but the pleasure didn't stop. It lasted even as the other men reached their own climax, their sounds of pleasure echoing in the room. I endured, lasting long minutes, enjoying their arousal and the tease of stimulation.
A new cock was brought to me, and I held it gently in my hand. Switching positions, the older man moved to another partner, and I lost my connection to him. I enthusiastically turned to this new cock, ready to explore its tastes and pleasures.
After a moment, I noticed the young man who had previously touched me. He was now on his hands and knees, pleasure-facing another man. This meant my friend was lying on his back, bare underneath me. I could see his balls and soft flesh clearly. I began to pleasure him with my tongue, starting at his perineum and working my way towards his scrotum. His response was immediate and intense, and I heard the excited murmurs from the men nearby.
I carried on for several moments, until he finally became used to the sensations I was giving him. I stood up, pushing him back into the elevator's metal handrails. His audible pleasure was enough to prompt me to continue my work. I dove back down, determined to make the most of the opportunity.
To my surprise, his cries of pleasure turned to sounds of desperation. I reached down, positioning his shaft to fit under my chin. I pumped him with my mouth and tickled his scrotum. The sounds of pleasure became more urgent.
But the tension building within me was distracting, so I sought out another cock. I found the original one I had started with, now softening after its climax. I was eager more than ever to have it inside me, but was hesitant to leave the young man. I decided to make it a threesome. I placed the shaft of the older man's softened lover next to mine, creating a sandwich of penises. The young man wobbled in response to my plans, but he was soon thrilled when he saw his own cockhead between two other cocks. I then eagerly dove down onto my initial choice, thrusting my head rapidly up and down on his shaft.
He finally showed signs of approaching climax. I could feel it in the way he arched his back against me. Again, the young stranger beckoned me back to him, and I moved my lips and head away from the older man just in time. I dove down onto his member, showing my devotion to his cock. He made sounds of pleasure, and I felt his body tighten around my mouth.
I didn't want to disappoint any of them, but his mounting desperation was enough to drive me on. Each time my head rose from his shaft, his loud, pleading noises made it very clear what he wanted. I lowered my head onto his soft, still-erect cock and began to pleasure him with great intensity. Within moments, his voice grew louder, and his body convulsed beneath my hand.
Immediately shifting roles, I grasped his shaft with my mouth, causing more groans from the middle-aged men. However, upon reaching the other side, I heard cries of grateful desperation and an escalating salty-sweet sensation. Within thirty seconds, his voice had risen an octave, so I decided to leave him in his lustful state. Giving the 40-year-old cock the most loving blows and twists I could, I accelerated him toward the finish line, reaching the point where he was grunting loudly.
This time, I didn't stay as long. Afterwards, I gave a few more happy strokes on his sack, which he undoubtedly appreciated in his time of need.
I made a momentous decision: my final check-in. But when I met the flushed, eager face to the side, I knew I was continuing. I focused all my energy on the young, round-bellied guy staring back at me and his magnificent length. Audiences felt the room's energy shift. Eager for the next stage, he understood it was coming and then cried out as he reached the peak.
He panted, and he petted my head while wearing a delirious smile. Petting my face with his other hand, he took one more length into his hands for balance and excitement. Giving him my utmost attention, I drove him wild, massaging his sack as he couldn't control his reactions. I even took his hand and orally pleased it just a bit longer out of sheer respect and admiration.
I surprisingly realized I'd taken in his full eruption. My mouth was still full due to the previous experience, but it was thrilling to have actually made him come. It felt tremendous and I was determined to let him empty himself inside me. It was my first completion of the day, and I'd already felt pleasureful, but it dawned on me that I'd signed up for this multiple times.
Giving him soft kisses, he expressed his gratitude and carried a wry grin. Then, I swiftly mounted his stiff member.
I gulped and gulped, my energy growing as he groaned in pleasure. When I felt him shifting again, I recognized the perfect timing. Soaring up, I collectively adored his shaft and fondled his scrotum in unison, initiating his last sensation. He moaned loudly several times before I wrapped a finger around it, milking the last tales of desire out of him.
Having finished, I removed myself from his member, turned to him, and shared a tiring smile. And, exhilarated by my success, I eagerly descended onto the dick of the patient middle-aged man. Quickly garnering a mouth full of his fluid, he took over, filling me with his vigorous thrusting.
When he was done, he released me, and I heaved slightly, still feeling fulfilled with the assistance of the other sensations. Although I wasn't unhappy, I shared a sheepish grin with the audience. They laughed at my situation and were grateful for my show of stamina.
Another erect man approached me in excitement, convinced by my oral gratification of the previous shafts. Building tension, he thrust himself, demonstrating his power, while I humbly began to worship his testicles. He let out cries of happiness, overwhelmed by this new sensation of my now lubricated tongue. Finally, after a few deep kisses, he could take it no longer and colored his balls with his fluids, leaving me wooden.
Having quite a full mouth and sensing rapid fatigue, I approached below his grip to tenderly lick his testicles, knowing it would delight him and make him uncomfortable at the same time.
His reactions intensified, reaching a thunderous volume. Realizing the reason for his extra sensitivity, I connected all the pieces: since his sperm was already dabbed across my tongue, it made me overly slippery, and the tender touch now felt overpowering.
Finalizing my task, I celebrated my personal feat, brought pleasure to the audience, and left the room eager to experience fresh eruptions of the evening's cocktail of penises.
In a situation where one or two individuals are producing cum, it's challenging to understand the benefits it offers. Penis-owners, as far as I'm aware, tend to lose interest in sexual acts following ejaculation. However, in this unique circumstance, I was given the chance and privilege to bring a mouth filled with cum to another unfulfilled penis, and bestow the advantages of its lubrication to a penis in its most desperate time of need.
I held my presentation for these amazing plump balls, sporting a salt-and-pepper fuzz, gently moving back and forth with a tongue relaxed and ready at any given moment for a glimpse of eye contact. He provided me with eye contact, for less than a fraction of a second. The sight of me, appreciative and longing and sentimental under his penis, sparked him to life. A lengthy stream of semen started rapidly streaming down his shaft, and I knew I had a limited time to respond.
With quickness, I dived beneath the bottom of his flow and lapped as rapidly as I could, slowly making my way to the source, savoring every last drop of this joyous crisis, until, as I reached his tip, I scraped up the remnants with my pointy tongue into his slit.
A smidgeon began to escape onto my cheek, just beyond my tongue's reach, so after attempting to lick my mouth clean, I accepted reality: I was carrying a trace amount of cum on my hand, and I was not leaving this elevator with my hands spick-and-span. I ran my finger over the line, normalizing the residual wetness into my stomach. The shrinking shaft before me had come to a point, pointing directly at me. With courage, I once again cleaned up his aftershock-induced tip as it passed my mouth.
I arched my back and dropped to my hands, probably in some kind of calendar-like pose. I heaved and shook away a strand of hair from my forehead and let my stomach gradually settle, now swollen from the abundant cum, three different tastes, three different textures. Sheened with sweat.
I breathed, slowed down, closed my eyes, oblivious for a moment. I opened my eyes when I heard a quiet gasp; it was from the young stranger, who had noticeably detected hints of release. I had mere moments to hide from others.
I still possessed the agility of youth, and by now, I had crafted a reputation as a problem-solver, a leader, and a proud slut. I darted under the young stranger and peered upwards, attempting to anticipate the oscillating stream of gooey drippings. I was successful in my pursuit, and heard fervent celebration around me as I caught the bottom of his stream and brought it up to its source. Slight little webs of it flirted along my cheek.
I was now engulfed in a sea of satisfied penises, and my entire face, neck, and chest felt rosy. I question whether I could accomplish this twice more, but pride motivated me. I beamed around me, idly handling calculations (5-3=2; +1 myself), and realized what I had been contemplating:
Two partners were seizing control of their sexuality, and now both were locked in an intense 69 on the floor. One of them, the one presently moaning, was undoubtedly winning the game.
I had to think swiftly.
I positioned myself between the groaning man and his face, mouth filled with penis, and comforted him with a reassuring smile. I joined my companion on the opposite end of the penis.
The hanging testicles were extra salty, neglected yet tense, and with the beginning of my advances, they soon transformed into a firm, excited sphere. I began hearing distant moans now. The man near me responded with a grateful smile, and we collaborated on this endeavor. Together, we aimed to synchronize this penis to have an orgasm at the same time as his.
I maintained calmness and smugness in my movements, until I sensed a hand and mouth, caressing me somewhere beyond my line of sight.
Now, both my companion and I looked at each other with excited anxiety and desperation, each relishing an overwhelming tide of sensations. I later realized that this penis was experiencing the most elated sensation of its entire existence: two mouths, buzzing with pleasure and one covered in cum, eating every inch from tip to perineum.
We exchanged sweat-soaked glares as we struggled to catch our breath, until I witnessed a stunning spectacle that will remain etched in my memory: someone ejaculating while simultaneously having their face filled with cum. I could see each spurt splash into him, into his cheeks, and I even thought I saw him recoil. His ever-expanding mouth finally released some, and I reacted quickly with a lick of my tongue. As I succumbed to my own pleasure once again, I surrendered to my climax for one last moment, until the 69 enthusiasts gradually pulled apart from each other.
It had to be the cum-infused blowjob that was now blowing me, and I was immensely thankful for the gesture, giving me pleasure as his own satisfaction had already dissipated.
My former 69 partner started what would become the singularly most sexually gratifying experience of my life by helping me move into a new position. I found it surprisingly easy until I realized he had backup. In a surf-like motion, several hands were turning me from my stomach to my back. I didn't land on the floor, but on one or two laps.
And as I lay there, myself owned by a mouth that belonged to my original middle-aged partner.
I was surrounded by semi-erect penises and satisfied smiles, and they watched me going through the different stages of my own pleasure. The sheer patience and selflessness of it all, combined with the sheer sexuality of the setting and the sights before me, were causing me to reach my climax at a rapid pace.
And they were all more than willing to make this moment about me.
I relinquished control of my body, relying on my co-conspirators' strong hands to support me. My only task was to massage two penises, simply because I found the kinkiness of doing so irresistibly arousing.
My ass was entirely engulfed in hands, while my torso sat on a lap. Somebody I couldn't see was caressing me all over. My eyes glazed over as I felt two penises in my hands, as well as multiple mouths hovering between my legs, all in unwavering motion.
My head thrashed from side to side, my ass grinding against nothing, my voice uttering an indistinct mix of frustration and joy, because I was frantically yearning for the thing that was being given to me. I entrusted the men touching me to do as they pleased to my body, and I wouldn't allow any moment of stillness to hinder today's insatiability. I knew that my spent penises were being masturbated in earnest, their shafts being coaxed back to life out of sheer horniness, and there wasn't a single objection to the sensitive touches.
I counted five waves of ecstasy, some into warm bodies and some into open air, and then for what felt like an eternity, the sensations of something being removed down my shaft. And when I managed to look down, I found that all traces of my eager ejaculation were gone. Just asleepy penis, coated in spit but untouched by any cum, surrounded by hungry tongues and awestruck grins.
We stayed in this position for a while, relishing in a scene where a filthy slut was interacting with as much cock as possible.
I searched for a single erect penis or a dribbling shaft, and for the first time in an hour, I found none.
With a certain level of shyness, I meandered towards the phone box. Carefully, as if I might have caught a contagious disease, I picked up the receiver.
Trying to speak made me think about the copious amount of cum my mouth still held. The others attempted not to burst into laughter.
"Ah, just calling to check in. How's it going?"
After a brief pause, listening to the other person's response, I felt someone standing beside me and I leaned in for a friendly kiss with a soft, flaccid dick.
"Oh, great! We're almost done. We hope you're okay." [laughter from the elevator] "We even got it on video for ya!"
I couldn't think of anything witty or normal to say. I just blurted out a single "Mhm!" and replaced the receiver. Behind us, we could hear the sounds of fabric shuffling.
I sprung into action as well. [
We didn't actually need to. Once we were dressed, we sat in a rectangular circle formed against the walls of the elevator, which would have felt odd in any other elevator with strangers. We were secure in our silence. We allowed each other to observe one by one, without any shame in being the focus of remembrance. It hadn't become memory yet, I still sensed the lingering scent of our intimacy in the air.
The others began to notice as well.
"Don't worry," I said mischievously, "I'm sure the vents will clear the air soon."
The vents.
The air vents.
The air vents emptying from the elevator.
How did air vents work again?
Like in the movies or not like in the movies?
Where did the vents lead to?
Where did the vents lead in an elevator?
Did they lead to places where engineers went to fix things?
When they fixed things, the vents.
One person caught my expression and we all recognized the same thought.
If they were like me, they were trying to determine whether they should care or care a lot.
A minute later, the elevator shifted direction, causing a strange sensation in my testicles - the zero gravity feeling my testicles felt the moment a car or an elevator begins its descent. This was the first time I experienced this sensation after I had just ejaculated, and it was even weirder.
We all stood up and adjusted our clothes. I'm not sure if this was necessary, we had good reason to appear disheveled even in regular circumstances.
But I'm determined to agonize over the meaning of the grinning men in hard hats who greeted us as we left the elevator, applauding our calmness. Some others politely joined in, although with a different mood.
We half-listened to their news and apologies. We demonstrated genuine grace during it all. It surprised people that we weren't angry, and it also surprised them that we didn't seem in a hurry to leave once the doors opened.
We didn't engage in flirtatious discussions or make any suggestive comments. We were discreet in our covert smiles.
After returning to the lobby, we ordered plenty of water from the bar and collapsed back into the lounge area. We were reluctant to go to our rooms.
The lounge area was nearly deserted, with a handful of people in chairs, engaged in networking or dessert. It was getting late.
We didn't speak much, but we didn't feel uncomfortable either. We didn't seem to want to leave each other's company yet.
I initiated conversation for the second time that week with another terrible idea in mind.
"So... anyone going to the conference next year?"
There was a stunned silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable. No one responded, but I felt a few smirks around me.
Impulsively, I reopened the conversation thread from the afternoon break. Checking to make sure I wasn't being watched, I viewed their messages. Two new entries were waiting for me. They were both from the men who had not joined us.
One of them had invited the other to a room on the top floor. Neither of them had the courage to take the stairs all the way up, and one had expressed disappointment, stating that the fancy suite had a Jacuzzi. He appeared dejected while waiting for bedtime.
The other one had sent a separate message, reporting he had been prevented from going all the way upstairs, and was wasting his evening checking emails in the lounge.
I glanced around, trying to be inconspicuous. I had to stifle a laugh, which drew the attention of several people, who looked back down when they realized it was nothing. I checked the profiles of the two men. One had a blurred face but was about 30 with straight blonde hair. The other was a picture of a penis and belly, with a distinctive barrel chest, and... a ring on his pinky finger.
I stared at my companion from the elevator, who I still didn't know his name. (I liked this man.)
The two men, oblivious to each other, sat side by side in the lounge chairs, slightly dejected.
I gave him a gentle nudge and directed him towards the two lounge chairs side by side. Then, I showed him my phone with a naked picture and a short message. It took a moment for him to comprehend.
His eyes widened slightly, and his mouth opened a little. I confirmed with him by pressing the 'BACK' button twice to return to the initial message. He quickly covered his mouth in an attempt to appear unconcerned.
Both of us looked at the others in the elevator. I tilted my head to the side and pointed at my phone. For a few moments, everyone stared in astonishment.
The older man chuckled and said the first clear words of the evening, "I'm afraid I'm out of steam, but have at it, friends." He performed a polite gesture of gratitude and left the area. The middle-aged guys, likely co-workers, exchanged glances. They nodded and departed as well.
I nodded towards my friend, who I had been calling The Young Stranger or My Young Friend, but who could have been a little older than me. I couldn't remember at that point.
We grinned and nodded. But we didn't have a plan yet.
I realized it would be risky to announce it aloud, here and now, even quietly. I thought for a moment before returning to my phone.
I started composing a message in our group chat and individual conversations. I simply stated,
"Your evening isn't ruined, I promise. Your way to your room is clear, and there's a special offer if you're interested. Sincerely, pinstripes."
Just two minutes passed. The younger one was definitely on the platform at that moment. He glanced up, saw me in my pinstripes, and noticed a handsome young man beside me. The young man looked rather uneasy, possibly concerned. He returned his attention to his phone and scrolled for a second. I checked my phone to see that I had a new viewer. After a moment, his gaze shifted back to me, and he examined my body with mixed emotions.
I smiled and said, "The elevator's fixed."
The young stranger displayed a mix of emotions, no longer in a negative way. The barrel-chested man looked up from his phone and said, "Finally."
My companion remarked, "Not too late, actually. Check behind you."
The man seemed anxious now, and he turned to his left, spotting the blushing young man. They both had annoyed expressions directed at fate.
"It's okay," I interjected. They stared at me, the barrel-chested man still unclear on my motives.
"We're from The Thread," I announced. We allowed him time to digest this, and after a moment, he blushed, looking around nervously to make sure no one was paying attention.
"We've been upstairs," I added enticingly. "In a sense." My friend laughed. "And, if you're interested, we could either arrange meetings or host a post-party networking event together."
I wouldn't have made such an offer if it weren't for the subtle sexual elements in their messages. Both of them showed interest in being sexually satisfied quickly.
The young stranger, with clear excitement but also bashfulness, glanced at each of us with intrigue. The barrel-chested man looked at the three men in front of him, all visibly horny. When I saw their relaxed expressions, I knew they'd be okay.
Finding our way to this room, on this top floor, I found the atmosphere not exactly comfortable even with the two men more at ease in the extended elevator ride. Later, I realized it might not have been wise to risk the elevator again. I hadn't considered the precision of the maintenance staff's caution. But I was acting on feeling, not thought.
The men around me had mixed reactions, ranging from uneasiness to deep desire. With less practice than the elevator occupants, they spoke in code, hinting at their consent and potential approaches. They had invited us to their executive room privately.
We never inquired about the reason he had such a luxurious space. It was high enough that privacy was unnecessary; it was all about the breathtaking views. The large, spinning basin of water added a stylish touch to the setting.
When we stepped inside, we locked eyes, trying to make the first move.
I couldn't help but notice that I felt less than refreshed. Instead, I felt worn out. I notified my companions that I'd be having a quick shower and then returning to them. They consented, and they couldn't help but stare at my nakedness as I stripped off my clothes. Knowing their thoughts, I didn't wait for privacy. My clothes came off quickly, and despite the nerves, I appeared unfazed.
My body was wet with sweat, and my penis was emerging from its flaccid state. It was still waking up, but having a proud appearance. My companions watched me. As the first person to be naked in their presence, I felt self-conscious. Despite this, my penis didn't seem concerned.
However, I wasn't fully satisfied for them.
I made use of my 30-second shower before rejoining them. Upon my return, my friend, naked but waiting, joined me in the shower. I allowed my towel to drop, revealing my now engorged and very pink penis, fresh from being touched several times. I stepped into the warm water, feeling the heat and jets awakening my body further.
While I was in the shower, the two strangers took turns showering as well. Their excitement grew as they anticipated seeing each other's bodies after a day of anticipation. With each other's nudity now revealed, they couldn't resist indulging in some experimental touch.
Before long, we were all showered and eagerness returned.
My young friend and I simultaneously revived each other to maximum arousal. My friend kneeled on the half-submerged seat of the hot tub and I knelt on the bottom. As he came closer, he was already partially emerged, allowing me to enjoy the sensation of his balls in my mouth. I lovingly caressed his entire area before gently retreating. He sweetly complimented me, "So you've really still got some fire left in you?" Our companions were oblivious. Instead, they were focused on their own excitement.
I sheepishly admitted, "I think I've had just about enough of swallowing for now!"
He smiled and joked, "But you seem to enjoy sharing your load."
Together, we watched the blonde stranger and the muscular one exchange a few tentative kisses and sucks. They were hesitant, not quite knowing how to proceed. Eventually, they remembered the warm water and the two of us pleasuring each other. Excited by the experience, they gazed at us, noticing our fully engorged penises, larger than they'd expected.
As we all found our way to the hot tub, we were united but not rushed.
We cooperatively aroused each other to peak readiness. My young friend smiled at me and inquired, "So you really did have more energy left?"
A bit embarrassed, I responded, ".................Yeah, I think I still might be able to swallow a bit more!" We chuckled. "But man, it seems I really enjoy being on the receiving end of a good cum load."
Warming up to the idea, he soon knelt on the comfortable chair, but not before I was granted brief access to his balls. The feeling of his testicles in my mouth was incredible. I kissed and licked around his entire area.
The dynamic piqued a new curiosity and context for me: we were now in a more relaxed setting instead of breaking the rules. I remarked, "...............Who gets to worship the next cock? Seriously, we're all here for each other. Who'll be next.............."
My young friend was instantly intrigued, and he proclaimed, ".................You........."
I couldn't hold off his growing erection for long.
Although I feared running out of enthusiasm, I found myself craving his taste. With each shift of my hand from his skin, he seemed to be pleasantly surprised. He was in a trance, reveling in each new sensation.
Finally, he couldn't resist participating in my selfish pleasures.
As my companions handed over my swollen cock, I realized that we all tasted similar - like the hot tub. Our individual flavors would soon change to the taste of precum or sweat.
Approaching his side, I wrapped my hand around his member. Slowly and deliberately, I pumped him, sending him into a frenzy of ecstasy. His body responded to each new sensation I crafted.
A mysterious figure approached me, eager to engage in some mouth-to-penis interaction with what I was stroking.
This guy seemed new to the whole idea of his manhood being treated like a treasure, so I decided to hang around for a while longer.
I kept a supportive arm around him while providing long, gentle strokes that stretched from his tip to the base of his shaft and even tickled his balls.
The barrel-chested man's focus quickly shifted toward the young stranger and the newcomer found himself enjoying an enthusiastic blowjob that brought him a whole new range of sounds. As the blonde guy was fully under my control for now, with his cock primed for action, I slipped into chest-deep water and took him in with my mouth.
The water provided a natural support, allowing me to maintain a comfortable height. I crouched rather than kneeled as I explored yet another new taste and shape of cock. Each cock presented a new learning experience, and this one was certainly no exception.
The blonde guy began doing something special - he started thrusting his entire pelvis into me, providing a rhythm as if my mouth were his new best friend. He cradled my temples, feeling his way around to find the perfect angle, and eventually found it. His thrusting pace quickened and I was met with his cock slipping in and out of my mouth methodically.
I surrendered my mouth to him and adjusted to his rhythm. As my cheeks clenched and relaxed in time with his desires, his penis glided along my lips, tongue, and roof, nestling within me with an insistent pace. His sperm was fast building up, and I could hear his breathing increasing frantically.
He wanted me, in every sense of the word.
I surrendered to him, preparing myself for the painful yet satisfying ache that would surely follow.
The blonde guy said his goodbyes to his phallus, pulling it out of my mouth so that he could take his turn.
Looking over my shoulder, I found that yet another cock was in the offing. A cut penis, its arched shape deliciously intriguing. And what a pair of enormous balls!
My instincts kicked in, and I made a bid for his erection. I wiggled my face back and forth, allowing the unique shape to make contact with my cheek. Another new taste, another unique aspect of the recipient: the barrel-chested man didn't offer me his cock but received the blowjob. He held me close, letting me give the entire show. I greeted his balls with the same tenderness and exploration.
I offered up a kiss of affection and spent a bit of time licking him clean.
Time wasn't on my side, and my mind had already started to wander. I began to crave the feeling of using my face to explore everything I could reach. I took him lightly, my head turning sideways to accommodate his impressive shower of affection. I relished the moment, the touch of the smooth skin, and the confirmation that we were both enjoying this.
Feeling him wriggle eagerly, I settled between his legs, savoring the texture and taste of his testicles. I went in for a deep kiss as he marveled at my passionate commitment to pleasure.
His hands were guiding me back to the surface of the water, but the barrel-chested man was not content to let that happen. He pulled me back under the water, his hand cupping my ass and pulling me into him. His eyes met mine as he prepared to give into his primal urge.
Then came the request.
"Where?" He panted. "Where should I ejaculate? Wherever you want."
Making a quick decision, I whispered, "On my cock, if you can," sensing that he was nearing his climax. His body betrayed him. He paused, unable to contain his excitement, and it seemed like my wish had pushed him over the edge. He gasped, "Don't miss - as much as you can."
And as the others supported me from behind, the burly man positioned himself to provide a climactic release.
We all observed the two cocks. One in a prone position, arching up yet remaining immobile, waiting for the other's touch or gift.
A huge explosion suddenly occurred between my shaft and balls, soaking the region. A second followed precisely along my shaft. While he squirmed and pressed harder, he gave my penis a third complete strip from top to bottom.
He then stepped back.
The exquisite slippery liquid began to slide off balance.
I sensed the two hands under me rotate. Towards me was now a young man just inches from my balls, and a barrel-chested man bending over my ink-stained shaft.
Without warning, two mouths rapidly descended, and every nerve throbbed ecstasy as two tongues and two mouths even softer than anything that had ever graced my body caressed every part of me. They were so tender and gradual that the cum stayed intact. They never swallowed, just slurping and sucking as I moaned and whimpered and surrendered everything to the lustful barrel-chested man with the surprisingly deep mouth.
I'll never know how much I surrendered to that man. How much was left for me to surrender. But he was devouring two appendages simultaneously.
And the young stranger sandwiched between my legs was simply kissing my balls, even long after they had been emptied by our new friend.
I lay limp as a ragdoll, gently sitting up halfway.
The blonde stranger, still close by, sat up at the edge, and presented himself.
Perhaps for anyone. Or possibly even just unconsciously.
I recalled his mouth-fucking. I pondered on it, momentarily. It was authoritatively commanding but also sweetly amateur. As I observed his face and his penis, I knew he needed a more nurturing touch than he was aware of.
I took some deep breaths, then opened my eyes and gazed at his penis. Softly, I said to no one in particular,
"I can do this."
And before anyone commented on the next move, I consumed him into me, one last penis in my exhausted mouth, and it was broad and tasted salty. Without bothering with specific technique, I offered the appreciative stranger a long, long moment of slow loving blows all the way down.
I enveloped his thighs with my arms and made my blow more intense for him, conveying to him thankful grateful murmurs.
How could he possibly last? He had been held in hope, disappointed, and then invited to an impromptu orgy by a group of visibly horny men, which turned out to be probably more affectionately cock-loving - cum-loving - than most people were accustomed to.
I proved my hope for his orgasm, my craving for his orgasm, to his every single sense. As his noises changed, I captured his balls in the palm of my hand, held like a valuable prize. I felt my prize tremble, bunch up, shrink, and create a perfect globe of soft skin.
What I had just earned was an unrelenting torrent of cum, the second-yet-not-last outpouring even fuller and more desperately orgasmic than the first.
Not a single drop from the blonde gentleman seeped into the water. It was all for me.
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