My time with Randy, Part 4
A Nice Piece of Ass!
To my surprise, it wasn't just a few of the other guests who had been observing the heated action of Randy, Lola, and myself in the bedroom. It seems our antics had been entertaining all the others as well who were at the party. All seven of the guests were now filing into our bedroom. They were still naked as were we. I enjoyed watching them eagerly amble in. Who wouldn't have, observing such a parade of handsomely muscled, well-endowed manhood.
Randy was the first to speak. "Hey guys, maybe we better use the great room. It'll be tight in here for all of us to...well...spread out in."
"Oh hush, Randy," Lola interrupted primly, a lascivious smile on her face. "This room will certainly do. Besides with all of us packed together here, we couldn't help avoid pressing a lot of flesh. And I don't mean shaking hands!" She then giggled heartily, waggling her ample bosom. Everyone joined her laughter. Agreement with her way of thinking seemed unanimous.
At the end of the line was Terry, who I had met briefly earlier during the party. He was a stunning red-haired giant, thus being nicknamed "Big Red." And he was smiling at me! Locking my eyes to his green ones, I returned the smile, then observed the full extent of his well-developed body. He was a true redhead, attested to by the wisps of hair on his chest, legs and at his curly, closely-cropped crotch. Red's boner was impressive too, down to his slightly blush-colored and blood-engorged shaft. His equipment down below did not match that of Randy's in length or girth, of course, but it sure was invitingly impressive in its own right.
I involuntarily licked my lips as I watched Terry's aroused manhood quiver. He noticed and his smile deepened. In a way, Terry physically was an ivory-colored twin to black Randy. Randy in physique was the epitome of a breathtaking ebony Atlas; and Terry a close, but pale-hued second.
With this comparison leading my thoughts back to Randy, I looked for him amid the display of deliciously bare meat in the room, hoping to pair off with him. However, I could see that Lola already had him in tow; they were deeply into foreplay. Somewhat disappointed, I turned back to Terry. His attention hadn't diverted from me but he seemed hesitant. So I took the lead and walked over to him. My preference is for black cock. But, hey, if I closed my eyes a lesser-pigmented type would do just as well at such a time as this.
"Hi Terry, where have you been all my life?" I teased. I then lightheartedly posed in front of him, hands on my hips, and looked up into his green eyes. I flaunted as best I could my twinkish nakedness, trying to make myself seem as sexy as possible to this giant. I knew it was overkill since I had already won his favorable attention. But what the hell...
Terry eyed my smooth, hairless, slim body appreciatively then smiled, "Funny you should ask. I've been asking myself the same question."
He then moved closer to me, pressing his alert and abundant manhood against my belly, and gave me a lingering kiss. I melted. But I had enough sense to grab his primed cock, jack its tautness slowly, gently, then—-not letting it go--I looked for an open spot in the crowded room for what I had in mind. I noticed a clear area against the wall between a dresser and a chair. The small space was partly occupied already, as one hunk was standing and leaning, his outstretched arms against the wall for support. Between him and the wall, another hunk was squatting, mouth locked on to the party-of-the-first-part's cock. The standing stud being serviced was grunting heavily and thrusting his hips as he diligently fucked the croucher's face.
"Follow me," I said to Terry, still not letting go of his throbbing manhood. I gently led him to a space next to the couple at the wall. Terry, of course, being in delicate tow had no choice but to follow my lead. He did so carefully, but quite willingly.
"Let's play copy cat," I suggested, giving a quick nod toward the adjacent couple. We then positioned ourselves in similar fashion to the other two. I assumed the part of the 'blowor" and Terry the "blowee." Also, given Terry's height, I was kneeling instead of crouching, unlike my busy cocksucking neighbor. Terry, in turn, leaned with both hands against the wall, bent his knees slightly to bring his quivering, fully-tensioned cock to the proper elevation of my waiting, spit-glistened lips.
I gobbled up his cock greedily, my lips stopping just slightly beyond his crown and along his shaft. I worked my tongue, lashing it around and under the crown. I then licked down his shaft. "Mmmmm," I uttered, letting Terry know my appreciation of the delicious mega-morsel he was permitting me to sample. My tongue's attention then turned to his balls, licking them, tasting them. I also reveled in smelling the manliness of his aroused crotch.
I took one of Terry's balls into my mouth, sucked on it gently. His body stiffened more as he let out a soft hiss then a moan. Repositioning my head slightly, I paid similar homage to his other testicle. If anything, when sucking a stud's cock, I intended to be thorough in covering all the territory being thrust at me.
Enough prep work! I then got down to real business: I began jacking Terry heartily while sucking him off fast and furiously. He began moaning loudly, his hips twitching and humping in high gear, trying to match the velocity of my efforts.
I have to admit, I gloried in being in total control of this hunky stud and previous others like him. I may have seemed to them as being the subservient one as I serviced them, but I was in reality no submissive supplicant in doing so. At such times, any sense of my own personal physical and sexual inadequacies temporarily took a back seat. For those few sublime moments, I was THE master—-the giver, the controller of the tempo and deliverance of the gratification lusted for by an aroused male in heat.
My quarry might be bigger and more muscled then me, but with his manhood in my hands and it being played by my mouth, he was rendered totally helpless and in my power.The stimulating sexual boost this knowledge gave me I best describe psychologically as the cocksucking equivalent of topping though a bottom. Terry was now totally my captive prey, and I was glorying in and making the best of this too rare a moment.
Inevitably, Terry's body succumbed fully. He uttered a deep sigh, his pleasure-tortured cock pulsing then spasming wads of cum into my waiting gullet. I swallowed unhesitantly. The volume of Terry's delicious joy juice didn't match that of Randy's copious effusions, but it was nothing to sneer at. I then jacked and licked at his slowly retreating shaft, milking it until I was assured he was totally spent. He was. Mission thus accomplished, I then moved out from under and stood up for a breather. Terry remained leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and shaking his head as he regained composure.
I took this interlude to look around the room and see if any other avenue of opportunity existed. But with the exception of the recovering Terry and I, all the others were now busily and enjoyably lost in their own luscious endeavors. To get an idea of the scene I beheld, this writer suggests you look up etchings of old Victorian-era orgies composed during that period's most degenerate phase. Instead of course, this was a modern all-male communal affair, with the exception, as you would, of the hermaphroditic Lola...Oops, pardon me, I mean 'intersexual person.'
At the moment, Randy's apartment rivaled the best of those old Victorian renderings: naked flesh partnered and draped about everywhere in all sorts of positions. Unlike in any still, lifeless etching of yore though, I beheld around me lust-laden movements here and there as bodies tensed, relaxed, played with each other--flesh against flesh--and reacted noisily. All motion being accentuated by a background score of accompanying soft moans, groans, whisperings, giggles, or whatever other sound the dynamics of an individual's intense sexual activity might generate.
I moved around the room, squeezing tightly past invitingly muscled frames, briefly rubbing a butt here, tugging at an available cock there, dropping swiftly for a few quick licks at a bent over backside or pulling gently in passing at some aroused nipples. The smell in the room reeked of various mixtures of cologne mingled with the odor of sweaty, aroused man-flesh. I was in hog heaven!
"Hello?" It was Terry's voice above the murmuring din of the enclosed bedroom. He was standing on the other side of the room where I had left him. He waved his hand for me to come over, then turned to the wall, leaned over, held on against it, and invitingly wiggled his backside toward me.
'Hmmm,' I thought, 'Big Red is into anal.'
I slithered around and stepped over naked bodies and joined Terry where was again bending over at the wall. He looked up at me, still offering a come-on with his tempting, taut, bubble-butted backside.
"Are you ready for this type of game?" He asked.
This presented a problem, of course, since I suffer from erectile dysfunction. However, this was not a time for thought, but for quick action! Not a moment to lose, if I was to avail myself fully of the opportunity being presented me!
I dropped to my knees behind Terry, spread his lovely, firm cheeks and began rimming him. I was able to get my tongue a bit inside as Terry relaxed the door to his love chute. I also reached between his slightly spread legs and massaged his balls and tugged at his limp shaft. The latter slowly rose again to the occasion. I then slipped one finger at a time into his moistened, preworked opening. Finally, three fingers in all, I then began to finger fuck him. I also intermittently slapped his cheeks with my free hand. Each of his perfect ivory cheeks quickly reddened under my not too harsh blows. Terry would moan and stiffen and relax his body as I fingered his chute and slapped him, indicating he enjoyed my mixing of a little pain with the pleasure my hands were administering. He took over the jacking of himself to better complement the pleasure he was receiving from my proddings.
I then stopped and stood up. Terry remained bent over against the wall, but turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," I replied, "But I would like to do something special, if you're not offended by it."
"What is it?"
"Hold on, I'll be right back and show you."
I walked over to the chair next to the door on which I had left my European carry-bag when I first entered the bedroom room with Lola. Two hunks were now inhabiting the chair, one sitting in the chair, while the other sat on his lap, legs spread, eyes closed and straddling the first. The top sitter was lost in reverie as he pushed himself up and down enjoying a delectable reaming.
I noticed the sitters had thoughtfully placed my carry-bag on the floor next to the chair. Taking it, I returned to Terry. He was standing up now and looked at my carry-bag.
"What's in there?"
"My 'essentials,' as I call them. I'll show you one that might interest you."
I opened the bag and pulled out a black strap on-belt, and its mating all-black, cock-like dildo. (I can't help it in things sexual that my favorite color, or lack of color as you would have it, is black.)
I held these up in front of Terry, and asked, "Are you game?"
The dildo was an impressively thick eight-inches in length. Terry rubbed his finger along its full length gingerly, and could only offer a low "Yessss."
Without further hesitation, he returned to his bent over position against the wall and began again to invitingly wiggle his beautiful butt. I strapped on the belt; snapped the accompanying dildo into the belt's bayonet fitting. I reached into the bag again, and came out with a tube of lubrication, and slathered some of its contents on to the dildo. I paid the same to courtesy to Terry, generously lubing his puckering love chute.
"Hurry," he whispered, his ass still invitingly in motion. "Fuck me good and hard with that thing."
"Hush," I said, as I slapped his butt.
He whimpered, jerked under the blow, his cheeks tensing. "Please, please," he begged. I could see he was jacking himself more furiously as he awaited my probe. I didn't disappoint him. I gingerly pressed the greased dildo in and gently began hammering away. Over time, I slowly quickened the force and pace of my reaming of Terry, going deeper and deeper. Terry's only verbal response was a continuous gasping stream of, "Yessss... Yesssss... Yesssss..."
And once again, he soon came and came and came... This time more copiously than before. He jetted wads of cum against the wall. Observing this, I reflexively licked my lips and swallowed.. 'What a waste of delicious seed,' I thought
I withdrew. My slickened weapon bobbed jauntily before me, as if proud of its conquest of a nice piece of ass. I looked around the room. A couple of the guests that had been observing smiled knowingly at me and nodded approvingly. Others were too busy lost in their own enjoyment to have noticed anything. Acknowledging the salutation given by the onlookers, I replied by bucking my hips, forcing my well-used dildo to nod up and down more violently. They laughed heartily.
After that night to forever remember, I hadn't heard from Randy for about three weeks and figured it was all over as far as I was concerned, and that he had moved on. But then, I received a phone call from him to meet for dinner. He had something he wanted to broach to me. But, he didn't want to provide details over his unsecured cell phone. My journal notes that this led to a continuance of further adventure with Randy, which will be taken up in Part 5...
Ron Slimman ronslimman@yahoo.com