Holiday Party Aftermath

I was there for a holiday party. Me and 100 or so of the closest people I've never laid eyes on. However, I knew the hosts - both of them, though one I have known for pushing 30 years. Yikes. I possibly knew 2-3 others.

But I got to meet and hang with a group of 4-5 that I seemed to have something in common. They were fun and funny, but that kind of crowd you didn't dare walk away from as you know they'd rip you to shreds.

There were a few draws to the party:  one was the host I didn't know as well. It was my understanding he had a big cock.  The second was I heard they had a sex room for those willing, while others just enjoyed the drinks, food and seasonal company.

Indeed there was a room with a sling. A TV for porn, but it wasn't playing anything. No one was making a move to that room - and oddly, I didn't want to be the first.

As it turned out, no one made the move to be first. At least by the time I left at 12:30a. Shame. I had a good time, but not the experience I thought I'd be having.

The next morning, I got a message from that host I wanted saying I should have stuck around another hour - as that when things got started. Not sure why so late, but oh well. I was up front and said I was sorry, as I wanted to see and feel his cock. He was just up front saying he really wanted to fuck my ass. Double bummer.

Knowing they had a house full of guests, I invited him to my place, but he had to help clean up or his partner would kill him.  Triple bummer.

A few minutes later, I got a message back saying, I should come over and he'd fuck me. His partner gave him the ok to breed my ass. I wasn't sure how it was going to work, but I headed over there. He said the front door would be open. It was.

"Dan" met me at the door. I passed "Bill", his partner, and nodded. He nodded back, not a word was spoken. I was taken down to the rec room as Bill was cleaning up the kitchen.  Dan told me on the way down, "the bartender from last night is crashed on the couch, but he has 9" so if he wakes up, it might be fun".

I remembered the bartender. At least behind the bar and clothed with cowboy boots on, he looked hot in his own way. It could be fun.

Down in the rec room, I immediately rubbed Dan's dick. Soon it was out and in my mouth. Growing. Pushing 8.5", but it was the thickness that was impressive. It was literally a tube of meat. I'm not patting myself on the back, but soon enough my nose was in his pubes. He liked it. I loved it.

His hands were on my head, then down my back as I took him into my throat. You know how that goes - then they trailed down to my ass, under my jeans. Since I was commando, his hand found my crack. I couldn't get out of those pants fast enough.

At this point, not a word was said. Even noises were at a minimum as the bartender slept four feet away.

We both disrobed completely and I was on my knees, shoulders down as Dan put his spit-slicked cock to my hole. Granted, it was a tight fit, but he pushed into me, and I sank back onto him. It felt good. It felt right.

Dan wasn't fucking me hard - just slow and steady. Very slow actually. After a few minutes, he pulled out and said he needed some lube. I thought for a second it was odd, as things were moving nicely, but he's the top!

A few minutes later, his cock properly slick, he was back in me.

Later, he would tell me that he needed lube to minimize the friction. He felt so good with just spit, he thought he would cum too soon and the lube desensitized him a bit.

This is why I'm not a top. I don't know these things.

Dan went on to fuck me for quite a while. Mind you, he probably got off only a few hours before this, since the back room party got started late, but that was ok, I like being fucked.

Mind you, at the beginning I was being somewhat quiet thinking the sleeping bartender should sleep, but part of me want his 9" dick. So "maybe" I moaned more than was needed as Dan pumped my hole. The trick worked and the bartender stirred and looked up.

But he just got up, and walked to the bathroom - jeans on, no shirt. On the way back out though he didn't button up. He walked right in front of me and presented his dick. Naturally I opened my mouth and took it in. It was flaccid when it started, but I got it fully erect, though it was easily 2" shorter than 9.

Since I was on my knees, shoulders still down, taking it up the ass, the feeder's angle was all off. He tried squatting and even sitting on the floor. Finally, I leaned over and dragged a folding chair over - he sat in it, spread his legs and I was finally getting it from both ends.

Due to the house still being full of sleeping guests, ones who were not as open as we were being, we still remained fairly quiet. Actually, except for a few sighs, the bartender said not a word, though his hand went behind my head.

Dan kept fucking my hole, slowing down at times, which again I later found out was to stop him from cumming too soon. But in theory the launch code had been activated and it was only a matter of time - not that I knew it.

Dan's in and out motions never quite changed in thrust or severity. There was no pre-vocal warnings to his eminent ejaculation. Soon there was just a defining moan, with both the bartender and myself knowing what was happening. And it happened for a while.

Dan had a large load, especially since it had only been six hours since his orgasm. Of course he stayed in for a minute while I milked his bone.

As he pulled out, the bartender pushed my head off his cock stood up and walked around to where Dan was exiting. Without a word, without ceremony, he pushed in right up my ass. He was truly a man of few words. He said nothing. Some grunts, but that was about it.

Dan had moved in front of me and I was cleaning off his dick while bartender just fucked to his own content. I was barely apart of the equation. He did know me, I didn't even have him get me a drink the night before, as the beer was just self-serve.

It didn't matter. I didn't matter. For him at that moment, I was a utility, but I put myself in that situation and I wasn't complaining even if I hadn't.

The man finally said two words amongst some groans, "ohhhh yeahhhhh".  It was low. The voice wasn't going to carry upstairs for anyone else to hear. I'm not even sure he said it for anyone other than himself, like some kind of affirmation of getting his nut.

Like walking out of the bathroom to my mouth, there was no fanfare to him finishing, pulling out and going back to lay on the couch. Dan just smiled.

We both put on our clothes walked upstairs. I nodded again to Bill and left.