Once again, I apologize for taking so long to continue my story, but after the last couple of chapters, I was extremely discouraged by the lack of reader response and had decided to discontinue the story. However, during the past couple of months, I have received a few emails from some loyal readers inquiring about its continuation. Therefore, I feel that I owe it to them to complete it. Hopefully, I'll have the entire story completed by the end of the year.
AS ALWAYS:
This story contains graphic language and details of homosexual acts and drug use. If you are offended by such activities or if you are underage, please read no further.
This is one of a several chapters about my sexual exploits in college during the mid 1980's. These stories are true, but please keep in mind that most of the sexual activities noted occurred between close long-term friends that had no possibility of being exposed to AIDS at that time. Now, safe sex is not an option, it is a requirement.
Names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.
KENNY'S BACHELOR PARTY
A couple of weeks after our wonderfully exhausting night with Jacob, Mack and I were diligently studying for midterms when the phone rang.
"Hello." I said.
"Hey, Paul! It's Kenny! What's up man?"
"Nothing much. We're just studying for these damn midterms."
"Oh! I was going to ask you a favor, but I don't want to bother you."
"That's no problem, bud. I'm taking two of my three classes on a pass/fail basis, and I've already taken the test for the one that counts. I know the subject matter for the other two, so I should be able to pass them with no problem."
"When are they?"
"I have Geography tomorrow and Philosophy on Thursday."
"Cool, then you'll be free on Friday?"
"Hell, yeah!!"
"A few of my buds and I are having my bachelor party on Friday night, and I haven't been able to find any good party supplies. I was wondering if you might be able to hook me up?? Oh, and don't get upset. I thought about inviting y'all, but I figured you didn't want to go to a bunch of strip clubs in the quarter."
"Oh, don't worry about it man. Nah, I really have no desire to see a bunch of tits, but I'll talk to Mack and see if he's interested. We could always sneak away and check out the 'other side'. How much are you looking for?"
"I'm sure y'all won't be missed once the rest of the guys are really fucked-up and enjoying the boob fest. I think a half will do."
"Ok, cool! I'll check around and let you know."
"Awesome, thanks!! I'll let you go back to your studying."
"Ok, I'll call you as soon as I know something, bye."
"Bye."
When I hung up the phone, Mack asked me, "What's going on?"
"That was Kenny. His bachelor party is Friday night, and he was wondering if we could score some weed for him. He's looking for a half. Do you think that Rocky might have some? Oh, and we're invited to the party if we want to go."
"Really?? What are they doing?"
"They're going to some strip clubs on Bourbon. I don't know if I'm up for that, but we could make an appearance and then check out some of the gay clubs down the street. I've never been to them, and I'd love to see what they're like."
"I don't know about that. You know that I'm cool with what we do, but what if we run into someone that we know?"
"Well, what would they be doing there if they're not interested in the same thing?"
Mack started laughing, and he said, "That's true!!! What time is the party starting?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask, but Kenny asked me about Friday. So, I guess he wants to get the weed by Friday afternoon and the party would be that evening."
"Ok, yeah, it could be fun. I'll call Rocky in a little while. He's in class now. I don't think that it will be a problem for him."
During the next few days, Mack and I aced our midterms, and he was able to reach our contact and get pot for both Kenny and us. I called Kenny and told him that we had his "party supplies" him and that Mack and I were interested in going to his bachelor party. Kenny was extremely pleased, and he told me that he would come by Friday afternoon around 1:00 to pick up the stuff and that we were welcome to ride down with him to New Orleans when he left around 5:00 that evening.
After getting home from classes on Friday, Mack and I ate lunch, had a couple of bong hits, and vegged out on the couch while waiting for Kenny. I guess that the anticipation of the evening must have put Mack in one of his moods because after we had been watching television for about 10 minutes, he placed his arm around my neck, pulled me toward him, and started nibbling on my ear. We must have been making out for quite a while and had each developed severe boners when we heard the knock on the door.
"Damn!" I said as I got up and looked at Mack. "This is getting to be a problem. All of our guests will start thinking that we do nothing but fuck if we keep answering the door with major wood."
"What do you mean by 'start thinking'? They already know what a tramp you are, and I guess they think that you're doing your best to convert little innocent me."
That comment deserved a hit, so I grabbed a pillow off of the sofa, threw it hard at his head, and made a beeline for the door.
When I opened the door, I was surprised that Kenny had come over with his cousin, Brad, and his best friend, Kyle. Both of them were the same age as Kenny, a year older than me, and while neither of them could be described as "drop dead gorgeous", they were both really cute in an All-American, preppy way. Brad also went to LSU; however, he had switched majors mid-way through his junior year, so he still had another year remaining and would graduate with me. Kyle didn't go to college because he got a job in the oilfield right out of high school, and he still lived in our hometown with his parents. Brad was about 5'8", 130 lbs. with straight brown hair and light blue eyes. Kyle was about 5'9", 145 lbs., with curly brown hair and dark brown eyes. They had very little body hair and muscle definition, although their bodies could be considered "tight", and their dicks was almost the same length, 6", with Kyle's being slightly thicker, 5", than Brad's 4".
"Hey, what a surprise!" I said as a reached over to shake their hands. "Come on in. I haven't seen you two in a while. What's going on?"
"Nothing much, just working," responded Kyle. "I have the next couple of weeks off, so I decided to spend it celebrating my best friend's last week of freedom." He then poked Kenny in the ribs, who in turn playfully knocked Kyle on the back of the head.
"What about you, Brad?"
"Just got out of class this morning," he replied.
"You're doing the summer school thing too?"
"Yeah, I have to make up my credits to graduate next spring. You know that I went from engineering to business?"
"Uh huh! Kenny told me. What made you do that?"
"Well, my dad wanted me to go into engineering once he saw the money that they make at the refinery, and it was alright when I was taking the basic classes, but once I started taking the degree courses, I just couldn't see myself doing it for the rest of my life. I went to see my counselor and when I told him my problems, he gave me an aptitude test. The results indicated that my skills are better suited for business. So, I'm just going after a general business degree. Pops ain't too thrilled about it, but mom made him realize that it's my life and that I have to do what makes me happy."
"Yeah, my dad always told me that your dad was a hard-ass. That's the main reason that he went for that shift supervisor position to get away from him." I told him, which resulted in a good laugh for all of us.
"Hi, I'm Mack!!" Mack said as they took their seats in the living room.
"Oh, I'm sorry, y'all! Pardon my manners." I replied in my best southern belle imitation. "Brad and Kyle, this is my roommate, Mack. Mack, this is Kenny's cousin, Brad, and this is Kyle, Kenny's best bud and partner-in-crime."
When everyone was seated, Kenny asked me about the weed, and I got the bag for him. Once he "weighed" it and examined it for its scent and any sign of excess stems and seeds, he reimbursed me the $50 that I had paid for it, and he asked for the bong so that he could sample it. Mack got it for him, and for the next half hour, all five of us sat around and got thoroughly toasted.
"Damn, that's some good shit!" Kenny said.
"Yeah, it goes down real smooth." Kyle responded.
"It's been a while since I've been this fried." Brad added.
"Hey, Paul. The weed's great and I'm so glad that y'all can make it for my party tonight, but there was also another reason why I wanted to hook up with you this afternoon." Kenny said to me.
"Yeah?? What's that?"
Kenny glanced toward Brad and Kyle, who were both smiling like two kids who were "up to no good", and said, "Uh, you know how you've taken care of me the last few months since Sarah cut me off?"
"Uh huh!"
"Well, I was wondering if you might be interested in helping me out before the party. I know some of the guys are going to try to hook me up with some skank, and while I wouldn't mind it, I would be in some really deep shit if Sarah ever found out. You know her brothers will be there. If you help me take the edge off, I don't think that I'll be tempted."
"What about Brad and Kyle?"
"Oh, we're cool." Kyle replied. "Brad and I have been messing with Kenny forever, but when he told us about how well you help him out, we asked him to see if you might be interested in messing with us as well."
"I wouldn't have problem with it, what about you Mack?"
"Sounds cool to me. What do you guys have in mind?"
"Sucking and fucking!!!" Brad blurted out, which was quite amusing to all of us.
After we calmed down, Mack nudged me and asked, "Would you have a problem if I messed with Kenny? I remember that pole from the other night, and I'd like to see if I can handle it."
Kenny, who was sitting next to me, overheard and replied, "I definitely wouldn't have a problem with that! Do you think that you can handle Brad and Kyle, Paul?"
After rolling my eyes at Kenny, I facetiously said, "What do you think?"
"Well, let's stop talking about it and do it!!!" Kyle shouted.
"Hell, yeah!!!" Brad concurred.
Our living room was set up where the sofa and loveseat were situated in an "L" shape with end tables and lamps on either side of the couch. However, because the room was somewhat narrow, we didn't have a coffee table. Kenny, Mack, and I had been sitting on the sofa, and Brad and Kyle were on the love seat.
I made the first move by crawling the short distance between the couch and loveseat and sitting on the floor between Brad and Kyle. When I placed both of my hands on their baskets and started rubbing them, I thought that they would jump out of their skin. Kyle was particularly rambunctious, and was definitely enjoying it, although Brad seemed to be getting into it more, if you know what I mean???
"Why don't you two stand up and strip? I want to see if I can suck both of you off at the same time." I told them.
In short order, both of them were totally nude and waving their cocks in my face. I started with Kyle because he was somewhat thicker, and I had no problem taking him down to the root in the first gulp. I could tell that he was definitely enjoying by his shouts of "Fuck!", "Yeah!", and "Shit!!". Brad was even easier to take that Kyle, but from the way his nuts quickly tightened as I bobbed on him, I knew that it wouldn't take much to get him off, so I spent most of my time on Kyle. When I felt that both of them were close, I told them to stand as close to each other as possible. Brad reached over and grabbed Kyle by the waist and brought their hips together. I told them to turn slightly until I was able to touch their two coronas, and I opened as wide a possible and went down on them about 2". As I started bobbing on them, I grasped the roots on each dick and started jacking as well. They started panting like crazy, and they each took hold of my head with their free hands and urged me on. Brad was the first to go, and he shot a huge bullet across my tongue, the feel of which must have set Kyle off because he wasn't far behind when he launched him own cum grenade across the other side of my mouth. Their cum together tasted wonderful, sweet and creamy, but I wasn't actually able to enjoy it as both loads were fairly large. I had to swallow four times. Neither one of them must have cum this intensely in a while, because before I was even able to clean their cocks of all their juices, their legs gave out on them and they both collapsed back onto the loveseat.
As I was reaching for their dicks to finish the jobs, our attention was distracted by Kenny's moans from the couch. There before us was a very hot scene. Kenny was sitting totally nude on one end of the sofa with his legs spread apart so wide that you could not only see his entire dick and balls, but you could also see a portion of his pucker between his spread cheeks. Mack was lying on the side of him with one arm reaching across Kenny's abdomen to allow his hand to hold the dick upright while his other hand was furiously beating on his own cock. Kenny's face was contorted in a look of pure ecstasy, and his dick was one of the darkest shades of deep purple that I have ever seen. Kenny's nuts then began jerking frantically, and Mack started moaning as a large load was deposited in his mouth. However, as hot as all of this was, the view that also made me cum without even touching myself was when a huge drop of Kenny's cum appeared at the corner of Mack's mouth as he was orally stroking the last of Kenny's load.
"Fuck man, that was hot!!!" Kyle exclaimed, breaking me out of my trance.
"Yeah, it was." I replied. "Who's sucking me off now?"
"I'll do it!" Brad offered, somewhat eagerly.
"Ok, how about this? Why don't you suck me off while Kyle eats me out and gets me ready for a fuck?"
"I think I can handle that." Kyle replied.
Brad and Kyle got up and let me sit. I moved toward the end of the love seat near the sofa and scooted down until my ass was slightly hanging off the edge and lifted my legs. Kyle got on the floor in front of me and held my legs up, and Brad sat down beside me and assumed a position similar to the one Mack was in while sucking off Kenny. Kyle dove into my crack and stabbed my hole with his tongue on the first plunge, while Brad swallowed me in one gulp. Brad must have definitely been his group's "bitch" because he started sucking my prick like a pro, and in no time, Kyle had loosened me so well that he was able to start fucking me sans lube with his middle finger.
I glanced over toward the sofa, and Mack was lying across the couch with his head on the armrest near me. He also had his legs in the air, and Kenny was alternately sucking his dick and eating his ass. I reached over to open the drawer in the end table and withdrew the hand cream that Mack and I kept there for "emergencies". When I handed it to Kyle, he withdrew from my hole and started laughing.
"We didn't have any boy scouts at home. How did you learn to be so prepared?" He asked me.
"I guess it was drilled into me." I replied unwittingly, which caused the other four to burst into laughter.
After Kyle had used enough lube to allow him to get three fingers into me, I told him to give the tube to Kenny. Kenny then quickly used it to get a couple of fingers into Mack while continuing to suck on his dick. After a few more minutes of oral and digital stimulation, I was getting extremely close, and when I looked over at Mack, I could tell that he was almost there as well. I placed one of my hands on Brad's head and urged him to go a little faster, and I placed the other hand on Mack's head and began playing with those lovely blond curls. Mack was the first one to cum, and as he did, he threw both arms over his head and tightly clasped my hand. The intensity of his grip and his moans of delight were enough to set me off, and I quickly followed with a load that totally shocked Brad and caused him to gag a little due to its volume.
Once we had calmed down, and Brad and Kenny had licked all traces of cum from our rods, Mack and I knew that we were now due for a serious fucking. Kenny swiftly got on his knees and positioned his pole at Mack's hole, and in no time, Mack was fully impaled and happily moaning at the stimulation of his prostate by Kenny's long dong.
"Hey, Paul, are you ready to get fucked?" Brad whispered in my ear.
"Yeah, who wants to go first?" I replied.
"If you're up for it, there's something I'd like to try."
"Ok, what do you want?"
Brad asked me to get up and told Kyle to sit on the loveseat. He then instructed me to sit on Kyle's dick, which I did rather easily. Once I had ridden him for a while, Brad told me to lean forward, and before I knew what was happening, he had also guided the head of his dick into me alongside Kyle's dick. The shock of what was happening and the subsequent pain caused me to emit such an ungodly sound that it caused Kenny to stop pumping into Mack and drew both of their attention to us. Brad told me to relax and started stroking my back and sides as he continued to shove the remainder of his cock into me. After he had bottomed out, he told Kyle to gently pump his hips up into me to help me get used to the invading girth. It took quite a while, but once the initial pain subsided, the additional pressure that their combined rods placed on my prostate was giving me the most intense sensations that I had ever felt. When Brad realized that I wasn't in pain any longer and was actually enjoying it, he also began to pump into me, which in turn caused Kyle to increase his thrusts. The feeling was unbelievable as they literally sawed into me. As Kyle would pump in, Brad would pull out, and vice versa. Brad and Kyle were also experiencing things that they had never felt before as their two dicks were being rubbed together in such an extremely hot, tight, and wet space. Kyle was moaning like crazy and thrashing around like a fish on dry land, while Brad forcefully played with my pecs and nibbled and kissed my back and neck. However, Brad was very quick on the draw, and he wasn't even able to last five minutes before he shot his load in me.
Kyle started yelling that he could feel Brad shooting, but he also told me as I bent down to hug him that he wasn't ready to cum. I told him that he could keep fucking me to get his nut, but I did have another idea. As Brad leaned into me to kiss me on my neck once he calmed down, I asked him if he got fucked. He told me that he did, and I said that I wanted to fuck him. Brad then pulled his spent dick out of me, and I stood up and told him to lie on the floor. I grabbed the lube, lifted his legs, and had three fingers in him in less than a minute. Once I felt that he was ready, I plunged my cock into him and started pumping as he howled like a banshee. Kyle then got behind me, and I leaned over Brad as he drove his dick back into me. Fairly quickly, Kyle and I established a good rhythm, and all three of us were soon a whimpering mess. Brad had even started getting hard again. Our attention was broken briefly by the sounds of the couch severely squeaking and Kenny grunting like a caveman as he was cumming into Mack. This must have gotten to Kyle because as Kenny was in his calm-down pant, he began unloading into me.
After Kyle pulled out, I looked over at Mack and saw that he was once again as hard as rock, and I asked him if he was ready to cum again. Brad must have subconsciously read my mind because he then looked over at Mack and told him that he wanted to suck him off. I pulled out of Brad, and he crawled over to the couch, got between Mack's legs, and immediately deep-throated him. I then squatted over his hips and dove my prick back into him. I don't know if it was the double-fuck or not, but I became a man possessed and thoroughly fucked the hell out of him. The force of which was driving Brad so wild that I thought his sucking would tear Mack's dick clear off. Mack came first and shot a decent size load in Brad's mouth. Between the cum and my pounding directly on his prostate, Brad then went off for a third time without even touching himself, and the rectal vibrations caused by his orgasm set me off.
When we had all calmed down, we sorted through the clothes strewn about the room and dressed. Kenny said that they had to get home to get ready for the party, and I agreed that Mack and I needed to do the same thing. Kenny reiterated that he could pick us up around 5:00, but Brad mentioned that it would probably be better if Mack, he, and I went in a separate car because we wanted to return to Baton Rouge while Kenny, Kyle, and their friends may decide to either stay in New Orleans or go back to our hometown. We all agreed that this was probably the best solution, and Brad stated that he would pick us up around 5:00 and we could meet Kenny at his place and follow him to New Orleans.
It was almost 3:30 when they left, so we quickly straightened up the living room and went to pick our wardrobe for the night. Once we decided what we were wearing, Mack and I took as nice long relaxing shower together, and yes, we did cum once again as he gently fucked me against the shower wall. By the time that we were finally ready, Brad was knocking on the door to pick us up. We got in his car, and shortly thereafter, we met up with Kenny and Kyle and began our caravan to New Orleans.
During the drive, I rode shotgun as I had earlier told Mack that I had some suspicions about Brad, which I wanted to discuss with him. Mack shared my sentiments, and he had no problem riding in the backseat and dispensing alcohol and weed to us. (Ok, I now know that there should be no drugs or alcohol in a vehicle, but this was years before MADD, RADD, SADD, and all of those other acronyms educated us about the evils of such things.) Once we were on the interstate, Mack handed us each a beer and began loading the pipe. After each of us took a couple of tokes, I was ready to begin my interrogation of Brad.
"Man, that was really hot this afternoon! I never thought you could get fucked by two dicks. How'd you think of that?"
"Oh, I read about it."
"Really?? Where?"
"In a magazine."
"Which one?"
I was glancing through the rearview mirror at Mack as I kept asking Brad these questions, and he was obviously enjoying himself.
"I don't remember the title, but it was a porno that one of my friends had."
"What kind of porno?"
Brad was becoming exasperated. He must have thought that I sounded like a three year old.
"It wasn't like Playboy or Hustler. It was about the size of a paperback, and it had mostly stories. There were a few pictures, but they were drawings, not photos."
"Oh, that sounds cool."
"Yeah, it was a cool book. I got off to it quite a few times."
"So, did you get off with Kenny and Kyle alot?"
"Yeah, we started doing it when we were about 13 or 14. I didn't get with Kenny too much after he started dating Sarah, but Kyle and I would get together regularly throughout high school."
"I know that Kenny doesn't get fucked. Does Kyle?"
"No."
"So, you were the one who always got fucked?"
"Yeah, I'd let them fuck me, and they would suck me off."
"When you didn't cum, huh?"
"What?"
"They would suck you off if you didn't cum while getting fucked??"
"Uh, until this afternoon, I never came while getting fucked, and I especially didn't think that I could cum without touching myself. It was awesome!!! I never could have imagined that something would feel so good."
"Really??"
"Really!!!"
I guess my questioning wasn't getting to the point fast enough, and it was starting to irritate Mack. So, he just busted into the conversation and asked, "Brad, are you gay?"
Brad was seriously flustered, but after a few minutes of silence and some contemplation on his part, he finally answered, "Yes, I'm pretty sure that I am."
I looked at Mack, and you could tell that he was very pleased with himself. I gave him a quick smirk and motioned for him to reload the pipe.
"That's cool, Brad. So am I."
"No shit???"
"No shit!"
"What about Mack?"
Before he could answer, I replied, "He's bi."
"Are you two boyfriends?"
"We don't label ourselves. I guess you can say that we're fuck buddies for the time being. We'll let the rest work itself out later."
"That's probably best. So, let me ask you this. I could see Mack wanting to go to some of the titty bars if he's bi, but what about you?"
"Well, Mack and I were planning on ditching them and going to some of the gay bars to check them out."
At this point, Brad started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"It's just that I was planning to do the same thing."
"Great minds!!!!"
We all had a good laugh at that, and from that point on, the conversation, beer, and weed just flowed naturally during the rest of the ride.
Once we got to the quarter, it took forever to find a parking place. With our being poor college students, we didn't want to pay to park at one of the lots or garages, so we had to drive around to find an open spot on the street. Thank God, Brad was driving because my parallel parking wasn't the best at the time. We then met up with the other guys at the club, and to be honest, it wasn't half bad. Kyle and a couple of other guys had opened tabs at the bar, so all of the drinks were free, and there was a side door that led to a small alley where we could sneak off for a few tokes without being bothered. Besides Brad, Kenny, Kyle, Mack, and I, the other people there were Josh, Kenny's future brother-in-law; Tony, Josh's brother; Mike; Dewayne; Matt, Kyle's brother; Phillip and Greg, Josh's friends; Joey, Carl's brother; and several of Kenny's old high school buddies, Andy, George, Chris, and Chad. Carl and Jacob couldn't make it because they had to work in order to have off for the wedding.
After a couple of hours, no one was feeling any pain, and the jocks of the group were starting to really mess with the strippers. Brad was the first one to make the move to leave when he came over to me and asked if I was ready for "some real fun". We let Kenny know that we were leaving, but before we could get out, we had to make up all sorts of outlandish reasons to the others, well, those that didn't know about us.
First, we went to the Bourbon Pub and had a couple of cocktails and watched videos. MTV was still relatively new at the time, but the owners of the bar foresaw the trend and installed television monitors and VCR's in the place as an additional crowd draw. We then decided to go to the Parade, which is a dance club above the Bourbon Pub, and did we ever have fun there. I can't tell you how many times we were groped and propositioned, and it felt so great to be free to dance however you wanted. I loved being able to bump, grind, and flat out molest Mack right there on the dance floor. We were also able to go out onto the balcony overlooking Bourbon to both cool down and take a couple of tokes. We stayed there for well over two hours, and by the time we left, we were all soaking wet with sweat.
Brad mentioned that he had heard of a couple of other bars down the street that we could check out before we went home. The first one was Good Friends, and it reminded me of the bar in that new show, Cheers. Most of the clientele was "too old" for us, but the drinks and the music were pretty good, so we stayed there for over an hour and played quite a few games of pool. (As I've grown older, I've definitely learned to appreciate this bar, and now my friends and I always talk about those damn tweaked-out twinks. Ha! Ha! Ain't life grand???)
As we were leaving, we were discussing as to whether to call it a night or to go to one other place. We decided that it would probably be best to go home, but on the way to the car, we noticed another place called Rawhide. Brad and Mack wanted to try it out, but I was skeptical because it sounded like it was country bar, which is my idea of Hell. However, when we walked inside, we were shocked that the decor may have seemed western, but the bar was definitely not. Loud dance music was blasting through the speakers, and the bar consisted of a single pool table and benches in front of a huge round bar that encompassed most of the center of the building. Behind the bar appeared to be a couple more pool tables, but it was definitely too dark back there for anyone to play pool. We sat at the bar, and each ordered a drink. While we were sitting there and messing with the bartender, who was a big, burly fairy, I noticed several people gathered together around the back of the bar. I motioned to Mack and Brad, and we decided to check it out.
As we rounded the corner, we noticed that someone was lying on one of the pool tables with his legs in the air while someone else was fucking the hell out of him. The guy getting fucked had his shorts hanging from one of his ankles and his unbuttoned shirt was almost off his shoulders revealing his entire torso. There were also four other guys with their dicks out jerking off over him. When we got closer, Brad and I almost fainted when we recognized who was on the table. It was our high school science teacher, Mr. C, who was about 6', 180 lbs. with light tightly permed brown hair and blue/grey eyes. He was about 33 years old at the time and, to be honest, he wasn't that attractive. Brad and I had heard the rumors that he messed around with some of his students, but we didn't believe them until we actually saw him being skewered on that table. Also, what made the situation even more unbelievable was that Mr. C was a staunch, conservative republican from Mississippi who idolized Reagan, and here he was being fucked by the largest black man that I had ever seen. As we got closer to the table, I noticed that the other four guys were two older white guys, who looked as if they were in their 50's; an Asian guy who was 40-ish; and a 30-something mulatto, or creole as we call them. It also appeared that the action was getting near its conclusion. The two older white guys started cumming all over Mr. C's face, and shortly thereafter, the other two came all over his chest and stomach. This set Mr. C off, and his short, stubby, 5" dick started launching rockets of cum all over his face, chest, and pubes. What shocked us even more though was when the black guy pulled out and started jerking off. He had a pole that must have been over 12" long and as thick as my wrist. Moreover, the three of us and the four other guys all started gasping when the first shot left a trail of cum from over Mr. C's head to his just above his pubes. I thought the guy would never stop cumming, but when he was finally finished, Mr. C was totally covered in spooge from his waist to his head. At that point, the black guy put away his weapon, and the other four guys dispersed. Mr. C was still lying on the table and was totally out of it. He appeared to be the epitome of old saying, "Rode hard and put away wet".
I told Brad and Mack that I wanted to have a little fun, and I motioned for them to follow me.
When we got near the table, I said, "Hey Mr. C, fancy meeting you here."
At first he had trouble focusing his eyes, but when he finally realized who was speaking, you could literally see the terror register on this face.
He tried to compose himself as best as he could with a body covered in cum, and said, "Paul, what are you doing here??"
"Oh, not much, just a boys night out", and I motioned to Mack and Brad.
When he recognized Brad, I swore the man was going to have a heart attack.
"How much did y'all see?"
"Everything!!!" We said in unison.
"Uh, well, I-I-I just happened into this place." He started to poorly explain, but I cut him off.
"Look Mr. C, don't worry about it. The three of us are in here for the same reason as you. We were going to leave when we noticed that it was you, but I just decided to have a little fun with you. We'll make a deal. You keep our secret, and we'll keep yours."
"Fuck, thanks guys. I really thought I was busted for sure. If any of you ever need anything, just let me know."
"Thanks, we'll consider it. Well, we've got a long drive back home, so I guess we'll be leaving now. See ya later!"
"Ok, bye. Take care." He said as he finally got off of the table and attempted to clean himself.
After we made it out the door, all three of us just fell out. We laughed and made such a commotion on the way to the car that I'm still surprised that the NOPD didn't pick us up and take us to a mental institution.
On the way home, we stopped and got something to eat for the drive back. All three of us were still extremely wound up, so by the time that we made it back to the apartment, none of us were thinking about sleep. We asked Brad to join us for a nightcap, and he didn't leave until the following afternoon when all three of us had some really sore dicks and asses.
That was definitely one of my most memorable days at college. However, Kenny's wedding in my hometown the following weekend was something that I will never forget.
TO BE CONTINUED
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