The Senator (TS) excused himself, stating he was going to “drain the lizard” and put on his swimming trunks. My first thought was: Gila monster or skink? My second was: crap, I forgot my board shorts. It wasn’t like I could fake it and swim in my boxers. I was in full commando mode. I mentioned my plight to my remaining two drinking buddies. Bo suggested I had three choices: 1) don’t swim at a swimming party, 2) skinny dip or 3) do what a “normal” person would do and borrow one of the dozen or so laundered suits in the pool house.
I chugged the remaining one finger of Elijah Craig and headed around the pool to a structure as big as a tract home in many neighborhoods. Two adjoining walls were sliding glass, both open. There was a sitting area with love seats and a coffee table. One countered wall was essentially a small kitchen. The other wall had a central fireplace and louvered doors right and left. Outside the door to the left were two giant baskets: one containing towels and the other a variety of swimsuits. I grabbed a pair of 34’s with palm trees and headed in.
Whoops! There was Roy with his pants down around his ankles, his meat in The Senator’s mouth. Roy seemed nonplussed, taking his hand off his cock sucker’s head and motioning me in. I thought: why not? I had to get naked to change into my suit, so why not have a little fun? By the time I had kicked off my flip flops and removed/folded my tee and pants, my dick was rock hard and at its full veiny eight inches.
I stepped over to the lovers (lusters) and squeezed Roy’s ass with my left hand and directed my precum-oozing bratwurst to TS’s cheek. He was jerking Roy furiously with his right fist; but had a free left hand to take my meat, continuing to paint prejizz around his face. The human brain is weird. What came to mind was what a close shave he had!
Roy was a good host and a true gentleman. He pulled his slobbery six inches out of TS’s wet lips and directed my cock into the open and welcoming orifice. This was accomplished like an Olympic relay team, TS not missing a beat. Roy slid behind me and began sliding his spit-lubed dick head up and down my crack. My standing position wasn’t ideal for ass play, so I hiked my left foot up on the nearby toilet seat and leaned forward, bracing myself with my right hand on the wall. The combination of TS’s short stature and his kneeling position put my balls and taint, plus Roy’s ball sack right in his face. He wasted no time ingesting both my eggs.
Similarly, my position change signaled to Roy that I was open (literally) for business. He teased my anus with the very tip of his manhood and lubed it with a combination of precum and TS’s saliva. When he slid his cock head into my “almost” virgin anus, there was surprisingly little discomfort. In fact, I helped him clear the internal sphincter by dipping my torso and raising my ass in a provocative fashion. Roy presumably appreciated this almost feminine maneuver, as he grabbed my pelvis with both hands and exclaimed, “Oh yeah, oh yeah baby; give me that ass.”
I was quickly approaching the boil-over point. I desperately wanted Roy to breed me and I desperately needed to release my scrotal tension. In the same breath, I begged, “Roy, fuck me hard. Cum in my ass,” and beseeched The Senator, “Cock sucker, take my load.”
Both of my lovers responded like champs. TS jacked my meat like a dervish until I was just at the point of no return. Just as I was ready to lose control, Roy grunted, “Baby, I’m cumming.”
He bottomed out his cock with a violent thrust, pushing me forward and forcing my cock down my eater’s throat. The Senator took nearly two-thirds of my hose down his gullet and 100% of my steamy love juice.
And then, “Bravo!” and the clapping of hands. At some point in our lust-making, Bo and Marty had snuck into the changing room and now sported sh*t-eating grins.
Wise-ass Marty laughingly stated, “Don’t let us interrupt you.”
There wasn’t much I could do other than join the laughter; since I couldn’t budge with Roy’s cock skewering my bum and TS milking out every last drop of my essence from my snake. We finally unhooked with a plop of Roy’s cock against the back of my right thigh and similar plop of my glistening semi-erection against TS’s chin.
The two voyeurs were hungry for action and had disrobed in the blink of an eye. Bo sank to his knees, gave The Senator a deep French kiss, and then stuck his tongue out beneath my softening wiener to catch the last seeping drops. Marty was not to be outdone. He assumed a similar position of fealty at my back door and rimmed my anus, cleaning Roy’s oozing seed.
I was developing a cramp in my right thigh. Thankfully Marty had switched licking my ass (and swallowing indirectly Roy’s jizz) for a more direct approach; that is, sucking the remaining cum out of our host’s dangling prick. I squeezed and milked the last drop out of Old Dan onto TS’s tongue and stood up stiffly, feeling like an eighty-year-old perv.
I grabbed my loaner suit and took my leave, heading to the other changing room. It was a carbon copy of the sex den. I took an appraisal of myself. I was sweaty, my hair looked like a wild man, I smelled like a deer in a rut and there was you-know-what leaking out of my butt. Geeze Louise. I turned on the fan and took a hot, then cold shower.
Ten minutes later, I was back out on the pool deck, blinking in the full sun (note to self: retrieve Oakleys from the sex den when the coast is clear). I padded (actually tip-toed on the hot pavers) over to the shade of the covered patio. Where were my Reefs? Add an addendum to “note to self.”
I walked over to Jean and two other women (Meg and Ryan….I’m not kidding), the three standing by a stainless steel outdoor kitchen. Jean’s hand was on one of two tapper handles, having just finished drawing three brewskis. She smiled and asked, “Stella or Goose Island?”