MY FIRST ORGY by Jim Lake NFLakeMan@aol.com
I've been on AOL for over two years, and I really enjoy the chat rooms like M4M, Str8 but curious, BiMM, etc. And, yes, I've met a lot of guys who are also regulars, and we've been talking about getting together for real. Since I'm a married guy, very straight lifestyle; I haven't done much of this stuff other than in my fantasies. But, yeah, I'm looking for some man to man fun at this point in my life. I'm 45, 5-10, work out three times a week to keep my 180 pound frame in shape, and I'm proud of my thick, eight inch, uncut cock.
Dan is the only man I've ever been with. We met on AOL and got together one night when my wife was out of town. It was great, we really were attracted to each other and have been frequently together ever since. He's 42, also married, and has an incredible body at six foot, 200 pounds, with broad shoulders tapering to a 32" waist and narrow hips. He's a military type with a blond crew cut, light brown 'stache, deep blue eyes and a thick nine incher. Dan has a secluded cabin out in the woods on a lake, and we often go out there on the weekends where our "fishing" trips turn into hot, non-stop sex.
Since we've been talking about getting together with some of the other guys we've been talking to on AOL, we finally decided to do it. It's all set up to meet at his cabin, and we've invited five other guys whom we met at Bennigan's for a get acquainted drink after work last week. All of them looked as good as they profiled themselves on AOL, and they all want to do it, too. So, Friday night we're heading out to the lake.
Dan and I go together, arriving about an hour before the others. We air out the cabin, stow our supplies, and settle in with a beer, looking at each other with silly grins on our faces. Yeah, we're keeping our hands to ourselves at this point, acting kind of straight with each other. But you know what we're thinking about.
Mike and Greg are the first to arrive. They come in laughing, kind of punching at each other in light jabs to each other's shoulders. Turns out they went home together after Bennigan's to "practice" for this weekend. We joined the laughter admitting we've been doing some practicing, too. They grab some beers and we all just relax and wait for the others with some small talk, sports, that kind of thing. No one is ready to break the ice, so we're all just playing the role of good old boys.
About 10 minutes later, Tom and Dave arrive. They're also together and have their shirts off. Tom explains that his a/c is out, so they stripped down to be more comfortable. Dan jumps at that to say, let's all strip - and starts by popping the snap on his jeans. That did it. In about 30 seconds, we're all naked and groping each other. There wasn't any pairing up so to speak. The six of us are just all togher in a small circle, rubbing each other, squirming around to make as much physical contact as possible. There's some light kissing, licking, smooching, but mostly just sort of tasting each other in a gentle, manly kind of way. All six cocks are rigid and flopping around, slapping against each other. An occasional hand goes down to stroke a neighbor; no one is playing with his own. When one guy needs some attention, he just rubs up against another.
All of a sudden the door slams open and Curt comes in. He's in his motorcycle cop's uniform, even wearing his mirrored sun glasses and helmet. He stands with a hand on his holstered gun, legs apart, and that dark 'stache rounds out that hot, picture of authority. Of course, he shouts, "Hold it. You're all under arrest." Although we're startled and somewhat shaken, it doesn't last because we see the fantastic bulge in his crotch.
Mike breaks loose from our group, stands firm and erect saying, "I've always wanted to fuck a cop."
Curt smiles and says, "And it looks like you're man enough to do it." We all turn our eyes to follow Curt's, staring at Mike's 10+ incher that's slapping against his belly, and those low hanging balls incedibly matching up to his whopping display of manhood.
Greg then goes over laying a full kiss on Curt saying, "Let me warm you up for him, stud." Dave walks over to cup that throbbing bulge, massaging it with hungry hands. The rest of us join in, stripping him to reveal his sock stuffed jock strap. Dan pulls the jock down, the socks fall out, and Greg's cock stands to attention. Dan laughs saying, "You don't need these, man." And, believe me he doesn't. None of us do. The smallest cock in the room is at least seven, and they're all rock hard.
Still disbelieving what I'm looking at, I take Mike's cock in my hands pushing my fist to his balls. Even with my other hand covering it, there's a good two plus inches sticking out above my hands. I say, "Damn, that's a beauty, man."
"The whole package is yours for the taking, Jim." He then embraces me laying a full mouth kiss on my lips. Gently our tongues begin to probe. Geez, he's hot. All of a sudden I feel a tongue up my ass. Mike moans, "Oh, I like that - lots," as he senses a tongue in his crack as well. The other three join in saying, "No one-on-one yet, guys. This is a group scene." Dan then pulls my head away from Mike laying his own special kiss to familiar territory while Curt does the same to Mike.
It was Dave's idea to show our host some special gratitude by suggesting we all give him our combined attention. I'm not sure how he got into the position, but all of sudden one tongue was in his ass, another sucking on his balls, a third was sliding up and down his cock, a fourth and fifth on his nipples, and I had my tongue so deep in his throat that he almost gagged. The slurping and groaning was awsome and grew in strength and volume as we all devoured our host. His body was now covered in saliva, glistening and quivering in ecstasy. His load shot two feet into the air and there were hands everywhere rubbing it all over his body. I think someone else shot a load or maybe even two of my buddies that time, can't say for sure. I just know that Dan had the most totally absorbing climax I've ever seen. And I've never seen that much cum at one time, on one body, in my life.
I think it was Tom who said, "Jim's next." And I was. My god, I've heard of tongue baths, even gave a few to Dan and vice versa, but this was a totally new, totally absorbing experience - massage by six tongues. Sometimes two would slip into each other, sharing the excitement, but that just made it hotter as they came right back down onto my body with intensified heat. Somewhere along the way a big cock got in my mouth, a gentle finger slid into my saliva-lubed ass. And I felt warm, wet stroking over every inch of my body. I don't know who took my load, but it was fierce and not a drop fell on my body anywhere except deep down my throat at the same time that I exploded into another hot mouth.
And then we did it five more times. Every man had his bath before bed. Like his equipment predicted, Mike had the biggest load that night. Greg stared lovingly, then blindly at all of us with his deep, penetrating blue eyes. Tom actually screamed, and Dave whimpered. Curt was a cop to be obeyed as he took us one by one into his waiting mouth while the others worked over his finely toned, muscled body.
We then pulled all the mattresses together in the center of the great room, lit a fire and settled together - all nude, uncovered, and together. Every man had at least two others touching him, and I think we all slept for a couple of hours.
I awoke to a gentle moan. It was Curt. His heals were to Heaven and Mike was showing that he was indeed man enough to fuck a cop. And Curt was man enough to take it. They were kissing - two men as one, totally absored in each other, neither aware there were five other hot guys in bed with them. But Dan, Tom and Dave might as well have not been there either. They were in an oral three-way with every cock deep in another's mouth. Greg stirred to the sounds, too, turned to me and said, "Guess that just leaves you and me." I grinned and grabbed him. We were in full body contact, embracing, caressing, kissing, rolling over and around, occasionally bouncing into one of the other two sexual unions. We just kept going at it like that until we both came. No one even cared about the cum. It was just part of the scene, accepted, and finally just dried all over our bodies and the sheets. What little wasn't consumed by another man, that is. Oh well, we finally were spent and got a few more hours sleep before the sun came up on what turned out to be a wonderful, sex-filled day at the lake.
The morning began with sex, of course. Everyone awoke with a boner rubbing against another man. It didn't take long for one mouth to be filled, then another, soon all seven of us were in a circle. Slow, steady sucking, slurping. At one point, I swear we were all in a unified cadence going up and down, in and out, all together like a perfectly tuned machine. Then Mike pulled off Greg and said, everyone turn over. We did, each taking the man who had been sucking him into his mouth. The wetness from the earlier man on each cock intensified the desire in each of us. Now each of us was tasting two men at once. Hell, every one of us could taste all seven - yeah, even ourselves in that glorious, hot circle of manhood. What a way to start the day. Everyone swallowed a mouthful of manhood for breakfast.
Then an outdoor shower, each of us taking turns, some mutual soaping up, and some manly fun spraying each other down, snapping of towels, running around playful as the Jay birds we were. When Tom wrapped a towell around himself, Dan grabbed it and said, "Clothing is not optional this weekend." Everyone agreed, and there wasn't a covered piece of skin until we left mid-day Sunday.
During breakfast we actually managed to have soft cocks. We took good advantage of that by blatantly checking out each other's equipment. Everyone agreed we all looked pretty good. Low hangers with nice, manly cocks hanging perfectly and beautifully like Roman statues. Although, all of us are significantly and proudly better hung than any marble one. Dan stood up on a table and started posing. We egged him on with shouts of encouragement. Someone put on a record, something loud and rhythmic. Dan started to do bumps and grinds. Curt jumped up next to him raising his arms over his head, out maneuvering him with masculine sensuality. Dan then gave up his spot to Mike who lauded his "biggest cock in the room" over his admiring fans. Greg, who is 5-11, 180 with wavy, brown hair (the longest hair in the room), then started his thing by sucking on his own hair while twirling slowly and seductively. I grabbed Dave and we started dancing together, holding each other closely in an embrace, tempting the other solo dancers to start doing the same.
Dave and I both felt our cocks stiffening, squirmed around so that they were now standing up against each other's stomachs, side by side. He gently blew into my ear, followed with his tongue. That got me going, so I did the same. Then we moved into a kiss, gently at first, then deeply probing our tongues into each other. We then lowered to one of the mattresses and continued making out, squirming all over each other. Each body couldn't seem to touch enough of the other man's. Hands were also roaming, caressing, rubbing, massaging. Tongues still probing in and out of mouths, then to the necks, back, around, down to the nipples. First Dave to mine, then I returned the stimulation. After several minutes of really turning each other on, we moved into a 69, each of us taking the other deeply, lovingly. The next thing I knew, we were both sucking balls; first one, then two, covering them with saliva. Next came the rimming. We both just got so carried away with turning the other man on that we didn't care. Damn that tongue up my ass is hot. Then fingers followed tongues and mouths were back on cocks all the way to the pubes, holding each other deeply, feeling the pulsing of the other in our throats. We exploded together with groans, held each other tightly until the spasms ceased, then rolled around to kiss even deeper, tasting each other the way only a man can taste another, his cum and mouth at the same time.
With the passion spent, we noticed Greg and Tom. Tom was on top squatting on his haunches, impaled upon Greg's cock. Each was staring blindly at the ceiling, Tom stoking his own meat while servicing Greg. Dan and Curt were fucking their brains out in the conventional missionary position with Dan on top. Curt kept yelling, "Fuck me, fuck me, man, oh, fuck me."
Mike was just sitting back watching all the action, slowly stroking that huge, gorging thing that was bouncing against the biggest and fullest balls I've ever seen. He was smiling, winked at us and said, "You guys sure didn't last very long, but it was hot as hell." He then came over and joined us in a three-way embrace. All three mouths were touching, tongues probing, Mike's cock throbbing against both of us. We kept it up until he, too, got off. The others finished up at about the same time, so we all just sort of rolled over and enjoyed coming down together. Seven exhausted and very fulfilled men. I swear to god my whole body was tingling as I felt that tangle of manhood all around. Each of us was gently touching another, an arm here, a leg there, a shallow breath on the body of someone else. Blissfully, we napped.
Dan and I fixed burgers and hot dogs on the grill while the other guys played in the lake. They didn't seem to swim much, just out to the floating dock, sunning themselves awhile. Then they just sort of frolicked like youthful boys, splashing each other and generally playing grab ass- literally. Then someone ducked under and picked up another guy on his shoulders. Dan said, "I gotta get into this game. I've always wanted to feel a cock and balls on the back of my neck," leaving me to finish up our lunch. It was fun watching the three-way competition to push the other guys off their all male steads (or should I say, studs). Dan with Curt on his shoulders emerged as the victor, carrying him all the way to the table.
Nudity, especially while eating a meal, takes some getting used to. We all felt a little awkward about it, but laughed at each other, even purposely spilling beer in each others' laps. Then Mike shook up a new can, poped the top and let it fly all over everyone at the table. Greg then turned his can upside down over Greg's head. Me, I just started licking it up off Dan's pecs. That inspired Dave to go after a stream that was coursing it's way down Tom's well defined abs. Beer never tasted so good, and neither did these men. From there we kind of got into a free-for-all, pseudo wrestling each other - actually more fondling than wrestling. Not sexual so much as just horsing around. Although I did manage to feel and see some lengthening cocks, not really throbbing, but definately a little longer and thicker than in their state of rest. Mine was getting there, too. But we all cooled down with the water hose. Had to get the beer off our now sweating bodies, you know. Needless to say, it was a fun lunch - outside in the sun, naked, and raw. There was a virile masculinity about the way we were playing with each other. It was a much more uninhibited experience than any of us had ever felt or done before.
After that, we just kind of mellowed out for awhile. A couple actually did some fishing, Tom and Dan took a canoe ride, the rest of us sunbathed on the dock. Gradually, it felt totally natural, sitting around and watching the other guys in the nude. They were all such hot lookings guys that it was quite nice, actually.
We all got back together to watch the sun go down, sitting close, touching each other without acknowleging it. Dan leaned over and kissed me whispering, "Great idea, Jim." Greg kissed Mike who was starting to get a hard-on. That prompted Dave to go down on him. Tom came around and got under Mike to suck on his balls next to Dave. Curt then joined Dan and I letting us know he wasn't about to be the odd man out. I volunteered to be their Mike; Dan took my cock in his mouth, and Curt went for my balls. Actually, I think they were kissing each other as much as they were administering to my needs. But what the hell, the view was exciting, and I was getting covered with their saliva. Then Curt kind of wiggled around making his cock available to my lips. He tasted so sweet - a cop's cock, afterall. Everyone was into oral this time around, and everyone got a piece of at least two other men, swapping back and forth.
While eating Pizza for dinner, Mike said, "Any one else here man enough to take my monster?"
I said, "Well, I've had it all the way down my throat, even snuggled your balls with my chin, but the only thing you'll get up my ass is your tongue, and that's pretty damn big, too."
Everyone laughed except Dan who quietly whispered, "I want it."
"You got it, but I want it in a sandwich. Who'll plug me while I'm into Dan?" Curt said it was his turn to be a top, and liked that scene. That's how it started. The three of them, and then the other three decided they wanted to do the same. Greg was in the middle slipping around like the dressing on a sandwich - pun intended. Me? I just watched, and got off doing it, too. We then turned into our common bed early, exhausted, but knowing no one would sleep through the night.
I woke up with a mouth swallowing my stiff cock so deep that I could feel his nose on my ball sack. I couldn't tell who it was in the dark, but his stiff rod was in my face. I took it greedily and returned the pure joy I was getting from him at the other end. I could tell we weren't alone when I heard a gentle moan beside me, then a gulping, kind of slurping sound while another groan came from the other side where I could feel the slow, rhythmic pace of a pile driver plowing it's way into the flesh of another man. Suddenly the lights came on, and there was Mike with something attached to his cock. He said, "Let me share my secret, men." It was a vacuum pump, and it was hard at work engorging his bigger than life penis. Well, we all had to try it out. That we did, then we ended up in another seven-way daisy chain with the lights off that time. No one knew or cared whose cock was in his mouth. In fact, we all shifted positions twice to take a different man in our mouths each time.
When the sun came up, we were startled to see dildos all around us. Big ones, normal sized ones, even a small one that I could take and wanted. Seems like every one else had the same idea, and there were enough to go around. I guess we looked pretty silly. Seven grown men on mattresses with dildos up their asses. Pushing them in and out, groaning, sighing, gasping while pulling our puds with the other hand. Well it was different, and it was pretty hot watching the other guys getting off on it. In fact the scene heated up to the point that we all wanted another man - bad. I left the rubber cock in my ass and leaned over to Greg. His mouth was waiting for my tongue. Dan, Mike and Curt got into a three-way; Dave and Tom looked like bookends to Greg and me coupling. We all just kind of made out for a while, heating up the juices again. And stirred up they got. When Greg and I 69'd it didn't last long, man. We blew each other out of the water. And from the sound of things, my buddy's did the same. We were all howling, snarling, yelping, sighing.
As we packed to head home, there was a saddness that this had to end. But then again, I'm not so sure that we could have kept it going - certainly not at the intensity that the last 36 hours held. But I sure as hell want to do it again, and will.