This story contains descriptions of graphic sex between males. If that kind of thing does not appeal to you, stop reading now.
This story is pure fiction. If this resembles something that happened to you, it must have been an incredible experience. But it's simply a coincidence.
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-DJ
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My name is Adam and I had this experience, which was pretty fucking hot, so I thought I'd share it with you.
I'm 5'11", weigh 150lbs and have dark hair that I keep cut short. I am of Spanish heritage and I have darker skin. So, I am sometimes mistaken for being black. I work out a lot, so my body is fit. Hair does grow on my chest and legs, but I shave and occasionally wax them. Smoother is sexier, I think. I keep my bush trimmed close and I shave my balls. I have a respectable ass, but my most memorable feature is my cock. Not because it's too big or too small. My dick is 7 inches long and average thickness. But I have a significant upward curve to my dick. When I stand with an erection, the first couple inches of my cock points out from my body. The next couple of inches are almost a 90-degree curve. And the last few inches of my cock stand almost straight up from the bend. It looks like a coat hook. But don't have pity on me. When I fuck someone doggy style, the bend in my cock presses on their prostate. And even better, in the missionary position, my cock head is curved into the perfect position to ravage a prostate in a way that no dildo, vibrator, fingers, or an uncurved cock can.
A good friend of mine from college, Darren, lives in Detroit. He's also gay, but we've never done anything sexual with each other. We're just really good friends. I was traveling to Detroit on business, so I made plans to hang out with him.
He told me he wanted to bring me to this bathhouse where this guy puts on a show on Friday nights. It's not a professional show, like you'd get at a strip club or a nightclub. There is an exhibitionist who shows up at the bathhouse the same night each week and jerks his humongous cock for whoever shows up. He told me it was worth seeing, so I told him I was in.
On Friday night, he picked me up at my hotel. We had dinner and caught up on things. We just picked up right where we left off. It was good to see him and we had a fun time.
We got to the bathhouse around 8:30 because he told me we needed to get there early for a good seat. So, we checked in, got our locker keys, and changed into towels.
We made our way to the room where this was all going to go down. It was pretty big. There were benches along the walls. In a few places on the walls there were lube dispensers and little buckets with condoms in them. There were a couple of couches and oversized chairs scattered around. And against one wall was a big box about 6 feet by 6 feet and 3 feet in height, covered on all sides with carpeting.
When we got to the room, there were two guys fucking on one of the chairs. And there were three guys on one of the couches stroking each other off.
There were also two guys sitting together on the bench directly across from the box. They both had their towels wrapped around their hips and they were just sitting and talking.
Darren led us to the bench the two guys were sitting on and we took seats next to them.
"This is good," said Darren, "we should have a great view of the action."
We looked around. The two guys fucking on the chair were hot, so we watched them fuck for a while. Darren and I commented to each other on the guys fucking as they moved into different positions.
Over time, people started coming in, one or two at a time, or in small groups, and taking seats. There were sounds of heavy breathing, moaning, grunting, and some fapping in the air. That was overlayed with whispered conversations as more people began to come into the room.
"So, here's what's going to happen," Darren started to explain after we'd been there for a while.
"About ten minutes before ten, one of the attendants will come in and put a couple towels and a pump dispenser of lube on the box. Then, at ten o'clock exactly, the star of the show will walk in," Darren continued.
"What's his name?" I asked.
"Nobody knows," Darren replied. "Some people call him stud-man."
"Ah," I said.
"The room will go silent. He'll sit down on the box across from us. He'll look around the room as guys of all types will be in different states of arousal. He'll select one guy to come up and help him get hard. He'll smile the most gorgeous smile and point his finger at him and summon him to come up on the box," Darren continued.
"How does he choose?" I asked.
"Nobody knows. I guess whoever turns him on that given night," Darren said.
"Like, what do guys do to get him hard?" I asked.
I could feel my cock plumping up a little as I thought about what was going to happen.
"I've only seen guys jerk him or suck him," Darren replied and then paused. "Nobody's tried anything more than that. He's kind of intimidating," Darren added.
"Hmm," I uttered.
"You'll see when he comes in. His body is really hot," Darren continued. "And his cock... it's fucking ridiculous!" Darren said as he held his hands out in front of him about two feet apart.
The guys sitting on the bench next to Darren must have been listening because they both chuckled.
"When he decides the person getting him hard is done, he will pump lube onto his hand and start stroking himself. That's the signal for the guy to get off the box. That's the end of the pre-show. Then Act I begins," Darren continued.
"Act I?" I asked.
"Yeah, he strokes himself off in spectacular fashion. It's quite amazing to watch. You'll see," Darren responded.
"Then, after he cums, he will walk to the showers for Act II. He'll clean himself off, rubbing soap on his body as he touches himself all over," Darren continued to explain. "It's hot! Some guys come just to see the shower part," he added.
After hearing the rundown, I was getting excited. My cock was starting to get thicker just thinking about it.
There were no clocks and I wasn't wearing a watch, so I lost track of what time it was as we waited. But there were definitely a lot more guys coming into the room now.
"Hey, Adam?" Darren said as he bumped my arm with his elbow.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Um...I want to make sure we're on the same page before the show starts," Darren said.
"Ok," I said, not sure where this was going.
"If you want to reach over and stroke me during the show, I'm ok with that. I'm just throwing that out there, in case you wanted to," Darren said, rapidly spilling his words out nervously.
"Hey... Darren," I said as I turned to look at him. "I'm ok if you want to stroke my dick, too," I said as we made eye contact.
"Ok... Cool," he said and then adjusted himself to sit up straighter.
"I just didn't want any awkward tension between us, that's all," Darren tried to explain.
"Right, because there's no awkward tension sitting in a bathhouse, wearing towels, waiting for some horse-hung guy to show up and jerk-off," I said as I started to laugh halfway through my response.
Darren started to laugh as did the two guys sitting next to him.
"Does that count for us too? If we want reach over and stroke you?" one of the guys sitting next to Darren said with a big smile.
"Sure, the more the merrier," Darren said.
Darren made introductions with the two guys. They were Leo and Dale, a married couple who are almost always exclusive. Their only exception is during this show, where they will sometimes exchange hand jobs with strangers.
The noise in the room gradually got louder. Most guys still had their towels on, but some were openly stroking or exchanging hand jobs with the guy next to them. I saw one guy casually blowing someone. All the seats were taken now and guys were finding places to sit on the floor. My cock had now deflated and was resting on my balls.
"It shouldn't be long now," Darren said.
Right after he spoke a guy came in with towels and lube. He placed them on the back corner of the box and then left the room.
There was a swelling of noise when he came in as you could feel the excitement building. There were guys milling around at the doorway, spilling out into the hallway. With the anticipation that he was about to arrive, I felt myself start to plump up again.
Then, about ten minutes later, the noise in the room started to shift. There was some shushing and then things started quieting down.
I sat up straighter and opened my towel. I spread my knees as best I could to show off my body. I knew I would be right in front of him and I wanted him to pick me. I began to slowly massage my pecs and tweak my nipples so I could get hard as I saw everyone looking toward the door. Then he slowly walked in. Guys sitting on the floor moved to the side, like a parting sea, to give him a path to walk through.
Holy fuck, he was gorgeous.
He looked to be in his early 20's. He was tall, maybe 6 foot 3, and he was very fit. He looked like he was 170, maybe 180 lbs. He was black and had a milk chocolate skin color. His skin had a luster to it. It was hard to tell if he put some kind of lotion on it or if his skin just had a natural sheen to it. He had tight dreadlocks. They were shorter in the front and longer in the back. A couple of the longer dreads hung forward down his chest. And, oh man, he was completely nude. His chest had a small patch of tightly curled hair between his pecs, which were firm from working out. His nipples were a shade darker than his skin and his nubs were medium thickness and kind of stuck out a bit. His abs were well-defined, obviously from working out, and they were smooth. His arms were muscular and smooth. He had long legs, which were also smooth, and very respectable calves - not overly muscular, but not skinny either. You could see the light reflecting off of his body as his abs, biceps, and legs flexed when he walked in. His crotch had tightly curled pubes and was neatly trimmed. And damn, if he didn't have the most beautiful package. His smooth balls hung low and they were pretty large. They swung back and forth as he walked in. His cock was a darker color than the rest of his body. It hung down soft at least 7 inches. He was uncircumcised and his foreskin just barely covered his cock head.
There were gasps and oohs and aahs as he made his way into the room. I began to feel my cock harden. As he turned in front of us, heading toward the box, we could see his gorgeous ass. Holy fuck! He had firm cheeks that were a bit lighter than the rest of his skin. Each cheek had a significant dimple in it. And his ass muscles moved as he walked, but they did not jiggle. They were all hard, tight, muscle. And they glistened in the light as he moved. To me, it was the perfect ass. The kind I like to fuck. My cock was almost hard now, mostly from seeing his ass.
He reached the center point in front of the box and turned around. He sat his butt onto about 5 inches of the box and spread his legs. His cock and balls just hung there dangling. The back of his balls were against the carpet on the front of the box. He leaned back, extended his arms, and placed his hands behind him onto the box. He smiled as he began to look up and, by chance, he looked directly at me.
He had hazel eyes and a beautiful smile with perfect teeth. He had a round face, no facial hair, thin cheek muscles, and prominent cheekbones. He had a somewhat romanesque nose as if he had some Italian in his heritage.
From seeing him walk in, especially his ass, my cock was now fully hard. It was curving out in front of me, throbbing with my heartbeat, bouncing up and down with each pulse. My nipples had hardened and I was gently rubbing them as I smiled a casual smile at this gorgeous man.
He scanned the room to my left. You could hear men gasping and moving to try to get his attention when he looked over in that direction. He panned back in the other direction. His eyes, for just a moment, looked at me for an extra beat as his head passed to turn and scan the room to my right. Again, you could hear men trying to get his attention as he looked out into the crowd to make his selection.
He slowly scanned back and then settled his eyes on mine. He looked down at my cock. The upward curve in my cock was very noticeable. My cock was still bobbing with each pulse almost like it was trying to hypnotize anyone who looked at it. His gaze slowly went up my body, momentarily looking at my nipples, and then he looked directly at my eyes.
His smile widened. He leaned forward and brought his arm up. He raised his hand and pointed right at me. Darren elbowed me because he could see that stud-man was pointing at me. Stud-man slowly turned his hand up and gestured with his finger to come to him. He was looking right at me and smiling.
There were sounds of disappointment coming from all over the room as guys realized they were not chosen. Darren and the couple we had just met, however, were making excited gasping sounds as they realized that I was chosen.
Darren touched my shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze of acknowledgment. As I stood up, the remaining parts of my towel that were still clinging to me slipped off and the towel fell onto the bench. The guys sitting on the floor in front of me cleared a path so I could get to the box
I could hear a murmur as people saw my body and made judgements about whether I was worthy of the honor. I heard a couple comments about my curved cock. As I made my way toward stud-man, some guys reached out and brushed my legs and feet, which I interpreted as encouragement.
When I got to the box, I was to the right of him. I put one knee up on the box and then the other, so I was on all fours next to him. This was the first time I had exposed my body to a roomful of guys, but I didn't care. I crawled over to stud-man until I was leaning toward him, with my mouth right next to his ear.
"I'm Adam. What's your name?" I whispered so only he could hear me. I then turned my ear toward his lips, so he could whisper back.
"Hi Adam, I'm Harrison," he whispered back.
I could hear a wave of murmurs and some shushing as guys began to comment on me talking to Harrison, while others were trying to hear what we were saying to each other.
I turned my lips back to his ear.
"Harrison, is there anything you don't want me to do to get you hard?" I asked, again in a whisper.
Harrison smiled even wider and chuckled softly as I turned my ear to be near his lips. Harrison reached up with his big hand and cupped my cheek. Another wave of murmurs swept across the room.
"Well, Adam, you're the first person who's ever asked me that. So, I'm going to say you can do whatever you like," he whispered.
And then he turned my head, so his lips were lined up with my cheek and gave it a gentle kiss. And then he let go of my face. The room erupted in a mixture of surprised gasps and noises as they saw Harrison kiss my cheek.
I then sat back so I didn't lose my balance and reached up and placed my hand on his cheek. It was then that I discovered there was no lotion. His skin just had a natural shine to it. I turned my lips to line up next to his ear again.
"Thank you, Harrison. If I do anything you don't like, just ask me to stop. I won't abuse the privilege you've given me," I whispered.
He nodded in acknowledgement.
"Let's have some fun," I whispered as I removed my hand from his cheek.
I gently touched his right arm and pressed my other hand on his upper chest. Damn, it was all solid muscle. I nodded toward the wall behind him. He understood. He pulled himself up a bit and scooted his ass back. He lifted his feet onto the box and then pushed himself all the way, so his back was against the wall. He grabbed the lube dispenser on his left and repositioned it, so it was within reach.
I positioned his feet, so they were together in front of him with his knees bent. Then, I softly pushed his left knee away. He understood I was trying to spread his legs so everyone had a good view. His knee moved as far left as it comfortably could. I pressed on his right knee. He dropped it down toward the box. I touched at his feet. He understood. He moved his feet out, spreading his legs and far as he could. His legs were splayed out, touching the box, so everyone had a clear view of see his cock and balls. The moment when he spread his legs open and everyone could see his package, there were murmurs and an increase in fapping sounds.
I positioned myself kneeling next to his right side, sitting on my feet, with my body turned facing out toward the audience. My face was right next to his shoulder. I could turn my head so my lips aligned with his ear. I wanted to be able to continue to talk to him. My balls were squeezed together and my hard cock stuck out from between my closed legs.
My left arm and his right arm were in between us. I slipped my hand down and interlaced my fingers with his. I gently squeezed his hand then released the pressure. He squeezed back. Our hands then relaxed, our fingers intertwined, laying on the carpeted box.
I turned and breathed softly on his ear and then gently took his ear lobe between my lips. I began to suckle his lobe.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
I could hear another wave of murmurs followed by some gasps and groans. And then I could hear the definite sounds of guys fapping.
I sucked softly on his lobe and flicked my tongue over the soft skin. I turned my eyes so I could see his crotch. I could see his neatly trimmed bush. Beyond that, I could see the base of his shaft. The rest of his cock was hanging down between his legs, beyond my line of sight. I gently reached down with my right hand and pulled his flaccid cock up. I lay it down on his left leg, snaking it out as far as his limp cock would reach on his thigh. As I let go, I saw it twitch ever so slightly and the foreskin exposed a tiny bit more of his cock head.
As I continued to suckle Harrison's ear, my eyes focused further out. I could see Darren and the couple sitting on the bench. The three of them were all doing the same thing - slowly stroking their hard cocks with one hand, while pulling and tugging on their balls with the other. My eyes then focused on the crowd. There were men's faces of various heights, some with blank stares, some with determined looks, some with their mouths hung open. And all of them were stroking a cock, either their own or their neighbor's.
I slipped Harrison's ear lobe out of my mouth and gently blew on it.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered. I felt him squeeze my hand gently.
I reached over and grabbed one of the longer dreadlocks that was hanging onto his chest. I grabbed it by the tip of it and then began stroking Harrison's left nipple with it.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered again.
I went back to suckling his ear lobe and he leaned into me. I looked down and saw that his cock was longer and thicker, maybe eight inches now. It was still lying on his thigh and more of the head was exposed.
I switched to the other nipple and slowly circled it with the end of the dreadlock. I avoided directly touching his nipple, just gently teasing the skin around it.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
I could see his chest puffing out as if he were trying to get me to finally touch his nipple. So, I did. I flicked it back and forth with the dreadlock. At the same time, I sucked harder on his lobe. I kept opening and closing my lips so he could hear the sound as I suckled on his ear lobe.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered again and leaned more into me.
He squeezed his hand in between us; his cock head surged a little, and I saw more of the foreskin pull back. His cock was definitely plumping. I slipped my mouth off his ear lobe but continued to tease his right nipple with the end of his dreadlock. I rubbed my cheek against his and began breathing into his ear.
"You doing ok, Harrison?" I whispered.
He nodded, rubbing his cheek against mine as he did. I let go of the dreadlock and it fell onto his chest. I pulled my head back a bit and braced him with my shoulder, because he had slowly leaned into me and I didn't want him to fall over. I squeezed his hand in between us again as I reached over his chest to the lube dispenser. I cupped my hand underneath the pump and pushed down. A huge glob of lube came out into my hand. I pulled my hand back and started working the lube into my fingers with my thumb, spreading the lube on my hand as best I could.
I reached down and began massaging the lube into his balls. A wave of moans and groans came up from the crowd as I tugged and pulled and massaged them, working them back and forth and up and down.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
"You need those balls worked, don't you, Harrison?" I asked.
He nodded rapidly and leaned into me more. His butt slid down a little bit as he did. I reached over and quickly squirted some more lube into my hand. I went back to working the lube into his balls. Pulling on one, then pulling on the other. I bunched them together and pulled up on his sac and held them in the air. I heard a rush of murmurs as I imagine Harrison's butthole was exposed and visible for the first time.
Harrison's hand between us squeezed mine, I saw his cock plump again, he leaned a little bit more into me, and his butt scooted down another inch or two. His dick was at least nine inches long now. He was still what I'd consider to be "soft", but his cock was definitely thicker as it lay on his thigh. I wasn't sure how long this thing was going to get.
I went back for more lube and took a double shot this time. As I brought my hand back over him, I held it over his balls and let the lube drip down onto them. I heard some oohs and aahs and increased fapping when I did.
Harrison turned his head to try to look at me. We made eye contact. Some of the lube must have dripped down into his ass crack. He looked concerned. I slowly nodded to him and moved in to whisper in his ear. As I did, I put all of my slick fingers together and placed the flat of my hand over his ass crack, pressing against it lightly. Gasps and shocked noises came up from the crowd.
"Has anyone ever penetrated this fine ass of yours?" I whispered as I exaggeratedly took my middle finger and tapped his hole once...twice...three times so the crowd could see. Louder fapping and gasps came up from the crowd. He slowly shook his head no.
"Are you going to stop me if I slide my finger inside you?" I whispered very slowly as I tap-tap-tapped on his hole again.
He slowly shook his head no.
Until now, I had purposely asked Harrison questions I knew he would say yes to. And I purposely asked my last two questions hoping he would say no. I wanted to leave the impression with the crowd that Harrison was ok with everything I had done so far and was now protesting what I was about to do, even though he wasn't. And it worked. I could hear an increase in the murmuring from the crowd. Some of them were grumbling.
I leaned my elbow against Harrison's right thigh, spreading his legs further. I exaggeratedly extended my middle finger and lined it up with his hole. I heard a couple guys in the crowd gasp, "No!" in shock.
"Push out for me," I whispered as I squeezed his hand.
His hole must have pushed out because there was a definite reaction from the crowd. I pushed my finger in and it slowly made its way in. It didn't stop. I didn't force it. Between the lube and Harrison apparently pushing out, it just slid all the way in.
Harrison leaned into me and moaned, "Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!"
I saw his cock jump up about a half an inch and land back down on his thigh. The foreskin was almost all the way pulled back from his cock head. When his cock landed, it rolled a bit toward his abs and started to pulse. It looked like it was ten inches now and not even really hard yet. The crowd reacted noisily when they saw his cock jump.
I slid my finger all the way out and then without a pause, drove it all the way back in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" Harrison moaned as the crowd reacted again.
Harrison's cock jumped again and went back down, moving closer to his navel when it landed. It was getting harder now. The head was fully exposed and it pulsed against his abs.
I slid my finger out and then without warning, I slid two fingers inside, going a little slower so he could adjust. They both slid very slowly all the way in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" Harrison moaned.
He leaned more into me and he scooted his ass down more. As his body slid down some more, he spread his legs wider. I pulled both fingers out and then slid them back in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuck!" Harrison moaned and he rolled his head into my chest.
His cock jumped again and this time, it straightened out to line up with his navel, lifted about a half an inch above his abs, and hung in the air. It pulsed there as his cock started to become rigid. There were gasps and moans and increased fapping sounds from the crowd.
I looked out into the crowd. Darren had switched seats and was now in between the married couple. He was stroking each of their cocks. Leo was slowly stroking Darren's cock. Dale was tugging and massaging Darren's balls. They all had astonished, lust-filled looks on their faces as they watched what I was doing to Harrison.
I kept my fingers buried deep inside Harrison's ass as I released his hand I was holding between us. I moved my body back a bit and let Harrison slide down more. He was now almost lying flat on the box. I cradled his head in my left hand as his cheek was leaning against me. I looked down on him. His eyes were all glassy and he had a goofy grin on his face. I leaned down and whispered to him.
"Hang on, baby, you're going to like this." I whispered.
I took my two fingers and forcefully pressed on his prostate. His head lurched forward, his cock bounced up rigidly and held itself there for a second, and he held his breath. I heard someone gasp, "Holy shit!" as the crowd reacted with a loud wave of murmurs.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" Harrison gasped as he exhaled and his cock bounced up and down.
I released the pressure on his prostate. He grunted and started gasping for breath. I could see a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip of his cock. I didn't give him time to recover.
"One more, baby," I whispered.
And I slid my fingers out all the way, slid them back in, and then really pressed on his prostate. His head lurched forward again.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuuck!" he cried as his cock stood rigid again. It had to be at least twelve inches long.
I released the pressure but kept my fingers inside him. I was stroking his dreadlocks as I cradled his head while he tried to catch his breath. I could see the pre-cum start to drip down off the head of his cock. The crowd noise was elevated as guys were talking, moving, groaning, gasping, and stroking all over the room.
"Are you ok, baby?" I whispered.
He nodded. I slid my fingers out and then slid them back in. His head lurched forward and his cock twitched rigidly again,
"Ohhhh, fuuuuck," he whispered.
I didn't press more on his prostate. I just let my fingers stay there inside him. The pre-cum was now oozing from his cock slit. It had started to drip down beyond his cock head. His cock was now standing at a significant angle above his body. I took the thumb of my right hand and pulled down on the skin at the base of Harrison's cock.
"Oh, fuck," Harrison whispered.
Pulling down caused his cock to stand up straight so the whole room could see it. There were gasps and moans and an increase in fapping sounds when the crowd saw it. I could see it now, too. He was definitely more than 12 inches.
Harrison managed to reach the lube with his left hand and he squirted a glob of lube into it. The crowd saw and there was a reaction. A few guys even said, "awwww" at the prospect of this ending. Harrison then rested his cupped hand filled with lube onto the box. He tried to look up at me. I knew my time was about to end, so I made one last proposal to him.
"This is just a taste of how good this can feel, baby," I whispered and gently pressed on his prostate.
"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck," he moaned.
Pre-cum visibly oozed out of his cock slit as his cock, which I was still holding vertical, flared and moved a bit. The crowd saw and there was an audible reaction.
"I leave Detroit tomorrow, so this is my only chance. When you get to the shower, let me breed you. I can show you how good this can really feel," I whispered as I gently pressed on his prostate one last time.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuck," he moaned.
He nestled his head against my body as I cradled him. He closed his eyes. And then slowly reached out and wrapped his lubed hand around the base of his cock. I caressed his dreadlocks a couple times as I slowly withdrew my fingers from his ass and pulled my hand away. I backed up a bit and lifted his head so he could sit up. He braced his feet on the edge of the box as he sat up, still stroking his cock. Before I could leave, he cradled my cheek with his right hand and pulled me in. We kissed. A wave of excitement swept across the room. I could feel his muscles moving as he stroked himself with his left hand. As we ended the kiss, he took both hands and began to stroke his huge cock. The pre-cum that was oozing down his shaft blended in with the lube as he worked his shaft up and down.
I heard some audible "wows" and "damns" as I made my way back to the bench. My rock-hard curved cock was bouncing up and down as guys were reaching out to grab my ass, touch my cock and balls, and pat my legs in appreciation as I made my way back to the bench. When I got to the back of the room, I sat on the end of the bench next to Leo.
"That was awesome," Leo said to me with a huge grin.
"Fucking hot, man," Darren said.
Leo tried to reach over and stroke me, but I directed his hand down to my balls. I didn't want to cum yet. I started to watch Harrison. Damn, his cock was pretty huge up close, but it looked just as big from the bench, too.
Harrison could not take his eyes off of me as he worked his cock. He grabbed it by the base with one hand to hold it up straight. With the other hand he wrapped his fingers around the head and twisted his hand to grind on his cock head. He did that for a while as he pursed his lips and sighed. He then slid his left hand, which was holding the base, up his shaft. As it made its way slowly up his shaft, he took his right hand and gripped the base. His left hand twisted as it reached the head and then came off. Then his right hand started to travel up his shaft as his left hand gripped the base of his cock. He kept doing that, sliding each hand up his cock, twisting his head when the hand came off, alternating hands back and forth. He then stood up on the box and turned his body sideways. But he kept looking right at me. His face contorted, his lips pursed, and his mouth opened and closed as he fucked both of his hands. Because he was in profile, I could see his cock head pop out from his hands and about 3 or 4 inches of his cock pushed through each time he thrust his cock through his hands. As his cock was being pulled back in, I could see his foreskin start to cover his cock head before it disappeared into his hands.
I watched his cock. But I also watched his ass. That beautiful ass. My eyes were glued to his ass cheeks as they flexed and moved on each thrust. I knew he could see my eyes were not fixated on his cock. I knew he could see me stroking my cock slowly as I watched his ass. The ass which he knew I wanted to breed.
He then turned a little, facing the room a bit more. He bent his knees slightly and continued thrusting into his hands. Now you could see his balls swinging, forward and backward, as he thrust into his hands.
Every time he changed positions, there were murmurs in the room. And when he kept his gaze on me, despite the changes in positions, guys would randomly look back at me to see my reaction.
You could start to hear guys in the audience cumming now, too. It was like there were certain guys waiting for him to get into a particular position. And when he did, it was their sexual trigger, and they couldn't hold off from cumming anymore.
He kept changing strokes and positions while he stood on the box. His eyes never stopped looking at me. I continued to spend most of my time watching his ass. It really was incredible. I was trying to imprint it in my mind to use in my spank bank later.
Eventually, he came to the front of the box. His toes were just hanging over the edge. You could hear the excitement in the room rising.
"Here it comes," I heard Dennis say.
Harrison was still looking directly at me. He gripped the base of his cock with his left hand and was working just the head with his right hand. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were squinting. And then, holy crap, he started to cum.
The hand working the head of his cock stopped and pulled the foreskin back. His cock head lunged out. He turned to his left, aimed his cock, and it spewed the first cum shot.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried as a thick stream of cum spewed up into the air and sprayed the audience to his left, traveling about six feet onto the crowd.
"Whoa," I could hear a couple of guys say as the crowd noise swelled.
There were some cheers and some moans. You could hear the plunks of Harrison's cum droplets hitting flesh and towels and tile floor as his cum stream landed amongst the guys to his left.
He turned to face my direction, pointed his cock right at me while he looked at me squinting. And as if he were cocking a shotgun, his right hand twisted up on his cock head and then pulled back, forcing his cock head to lunge out from his foreskin again.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried again as another thick stream of cum spewed forth from his cock.
This second spray of cum splashed even further. Guys were either ducking and putting hands up or opening their mouths to catch droplets. I continued stroking, careful not to cum myself as I watched the crowd reaction. Guys were moaning, cheering, and cumming all over the room.
Leo let go of my balls and started to cum as Harrison turned toward his right. He again twisted his hand over his cock head and then pulled his foreskin back as his cock head came forward.
"Oh fuck," he cried again.
The third stream flew about as far as the first stream, spraying all of the guys in its path. Harrison then took a couple quick steps back to lean back against the wall. He pulled his cock toward his body, so it was standing straight up and down. Using the same technique as before, he twisted his cock head.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried again as another cum shot spewed about a foot in the air and landed on his pecs and abs.
Harrison finally looked away from me and looked at his cock. As his cum shots got smaller and smaller, he continued to cry "oh, fuck," softer and softer. He finished and let his cock go. It bobbed down in front of him as it dripped with cum. It started to pull down under its own weight as his erection waned.
Harrison was breathing heavy as he took his left hand and scraped up some of the cum from his chest. He looked right at me with a smile as he brought his cum covered fingers to his lips. He licked his fingers and swallowed.
Most of the guys in the room had already cum. A lot of them were leaving the room, most likely going to the showers to see Act II.
I took my hands and put them behind my head and leaned back. My cock was as hard as ever, curving upward. Because I leaned back, it was now sticking way out in front of me. Even a blind man could see the significant curve of my cock.
I looked down at my cock, then at Harrison. He looked at my cock, then at my eyes. I winked at him. I could see him look at my cock again. I was hoping he would figure out that if I fucked him, my curved cock would scrape across his prostate and feel even better than my fingers. Harrison then looked away and started to reach for one of the towels placed earlier on the box.
I turned to look over at Darren and saw that he had spooged all over himself. Dale had too. Then I heard a murmur swell up and turned back toward Harrison. He had stepped down from the box. He had a towel in his hand and was coming toward us. I didn't move. I stayed with my cock sticking out in front of me.
I thought he was going to turn toward the door, but he came right up to me and stopped. He reached out and dangled the corner of his towel in front of me. I heard Darren and Dale gasp. Leo just sat there with his mouth open. I grabbed the corner of the towel and Harrison turned and started walking toward the door. He looked back at me. Still holding his end of the towel, he put it over his shoulder. Then he started walking. Holy, fuck! He wanted me to follow him to the showers.
I clung tightly to my end of the towel and got up. I reached back blindly and tried to grab at Darren to get him to follow me. He reached out his hand and grabbed my bicep as he jumped up. Darren managed to drag Leo and Dale along in our parade, too, as the five of us made our way to the showers.
I couldn't help but look down at Harrison's ass as he walked. My cock was bobbing back and forth in all its hardness. My prominent curve was bouncing right behind its beautiful target as I walked.
There were several waves of sounds that I can only describe as commotions. Guys started to realize something different was going to go down and they started to scramble. You could hear guys calling out, "C'mon" in other rooms. As we passed through the halls of the bathhouse, some guys patted me on the back. Some tried to run ahead to get to the showers. Some were commenting on my curved cock. Others just stood and stared at me as I walked by, trying to figure out who the fuck I was.
We reached the showers. My heart was beating so fast. As guys parted for Harrison, we made our way to the center shower head on the far wall. He stopped under the turned-off shower head and turned around. I was standing with my hard cock between us as I let go of the towel. He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned into me, and his lips went to my ear.
"I'm trusting you, Adam," he whispered.
"I know," I replied softly. "I'll take care of you."
I cupped his cheek and caressed it before letting go. I took the towel Harrison was holding. He let go of it and I handed it to Darren.
"This is Darren," I told Harrison. "You can trust him. He is going to hold your hand," I added.
Darren looked at me with a blank look on his face, not knowing what was going on. But he quickly put the towel around the back of his neck, turned toward Harrison, and smiled at him.
"Can you get some towels and lube?" I turned and asked Leo and Dale.
Towels immediately appeared from all around us as guys reached out with their towel. And some guy standing next to me held up a tube of lubricant.
"Can you lay some towels down here?" I asked no one in particular as I gestured behind me.
I turned toward Harrison. I cupped his cheek again and brushed my thumb across it. He smiled. I winked. I put my hands on his shoulders and slowly turned him toward the wall. He kept his face turned, trying to keep looking at me. I motioned for Darren. He had figured out what was about to happen. Darren leaned his back against the wall standing next to Harrison. He bent his elbow and put his hand where Harrison could reach it.
"Take my hand when you need to," Darren told Harrison as he just left his open hand there for Harrison.
Harrison's head was turned toward the left, facing Darren, and trying to see me.
I leaned into him. My cock brushed his hip. My right hand went under his dreadlocks and rested on his right shoulder. I gently massaged it. I grabbed the side of his left bicep as I leaned in to his ear. I started rubbing my cock against his hip.
"You only have to do two things. Keep taking deep breaths. And push out when you feel pressure," I said.
I kissed him on the cheek and then stepped back a bit. I held my right hand out to whoever was holding the lube and he squeezed some out onto my palm. I started massaging it onto my cock.
If the guys standing around hadn't figured it out yet, it was obvious now. I was going to fuck him. A loud murmur swept across the shower room. There was not enough room for everyone to fit in the room. And because everyone was standing, it was hard to see. You could hear people talking at the fringes of the crowd and outside the room. It was people who just couldn't see what was happening.
I put my hand out and the lube guy squeezed more lube onto my right hand. I leaned into Harrison and placed my left hand back on his bicep. I slid the fingers of my right hand over his ass crack. I reached out with my lips and began to suckle his ear lobe.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
I gently slid my slick fingers into his ass crack and slid them up and down over his asshole.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered again.
I continued to suckle his ear and kept sliding my slick middle finger over his hole. I kept sliding it up and down, pressing on the hole as it passed by. Then, I timed it while he was exhaling. I slipped his ear lobe out of my mouth. I blew on it as I slid my finger into his asshole.
"Ohhh, fuuuck!" he moaned as he reached out for Darren's hand.
I slid the finger out as Harrison was breathing in and slid it back in as he was exhaling.
"Ohhh, fuuuck!" he moaned again.
Darren held out his other hand and Harrison grabbed that one too. Harrison bent down more, holding onto Darren.
I slid my middle finger out and then slid two fingers in, slowly so I wouldn't hurt him.
"Ohhh, fuuuck!" he moaned again.
He spread his feet a bit more and pushed back on my fingers. I slid my two fingers out and then slid them in again.
"Ohhh, fuuuck!" he moaned again.
Harrison repositioned his feet to brace himself as he hung off of Darren's hands.
I slid my two fingers out of Harrison's asshole. I positioned my slicked-up thumb at his hole and slowly pushed it in.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Ohhhh fuuuck!" he cried as he leaned into Darren and pushed back on my thumb.
I slid my thumb out and slid it back in again.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Harrison cried over and over.
I took my fingers and reached below for whatever I could grab of his balls as I kept my thumb inside him and I pressed down on his prostate.
"Ohhhhhh, fuuuuuck!" Harrison cried.
Harrison's hands held onto Darren's as his body hung down. His head leaned against Darren's abs. He was breathing heavily now.
I gently removed my thumb and pulled my hand away. Someone held out a towel and I wiped my slick fingers. I got directly behind him and let him catch his breath. I began to caress his ass cheeks. They were magnificent. I gently pressed the curve of my shaft into Harrison's ass crack and began to slide it up and down.
"Oh, fuck," Harrison whispered.
I could hear Darren talking to Harrison.
"I've got you...You'll be fine...Just breathe..." I heard him say.
I pushed down on Harrison's ass so I could get a good angle. He bent down further. I lined up my cock head with his hole. I leaned over him so my curved cock would line up better and began to gently, but firmly, push into him.
"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" Harrison kept repeating.
And then the head popped in.
Ohhhhh, fuuuuck!" Harrison grunted in a raspy voice. "Ohhhh, fuuuuck!" he repeated.
The guys who could see reacted immediately with gasps. There was a guy narrating what was happening for those who couldn't see. I heard him say, "his cock head just broke his outer ring!"
I massaged Harrison's ass cheeks. Damn, his ass cheeks were so fucking firm. I gently began moving my cock back and forth as I caressed Harrison's ass. Every time I pushed, I went a little further in, and Harrison grunted, "Oh, fuck".
I was almost all the way inside now. I slowly slid my cock out until just the head was in. I re-grabbed Harrison's hips and slowly thrust in. I hunched my hips when I did, scraping the curved base of my cock forcefully across Harrison's prostate.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuck!" he cried as he hung onto Darren's hands and sunk his head lower.
I pulled back, leaving just my cock head inside him, and thrust back in again. The curve in my cock scraped viciously across Harrison's prostate again.
"Ohhhhhhh, fuuuuuck!" he screamed, and his cry echoed in the shower room.
Darren got nervous and looked at me. Then he leaned down toward Harrison.
"Are you ok? Do you want him to stop?" Darren asked Harrison.
"Please..." Harrison said. "please...don't..." he kept trying to speak in between heavy breaths, "please...don't stop...Adam...please...don't stop," Harrison finally managed to say.
A huge smile spread across Darren's face. The crowd erupted with cheers. Someone narrated, "he's begging him to keep fucking him."
I caressed Harrison's ass cheeks for a moment and then grabbed his hips. I slid out until just my head was inside him. I caressed his ass cheeks and paused for a moment. And then, as if my hands and cock were moving in a single motion, I swept my hands up Harrison's ass cheeks while I hunched my hips. I thrust in again in a slow, determined movement. My cock-curve mauled Harrison's prostate.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuck!" Harrison cried.
I grabbed his hips as I continued to fuck Harrison. Each time I drove into him, I hunched my hips so the curve of my cock would attack his prostate. Each time, he screamed, "Oh, fuck!"
It was glorious. It was the best ass I've ever fucked. And hearing Harrison say, 'oh, fuck' each time, spurred me to want to thrust into him again and again.
But I started to get close to orgasm, and I didn't want to cum yet. I had more I wanted to do. So, after fucking him for maybe ten minutes, I slowly pulled out.
When my cock head slipped out of Harrison's asshole, my cock popped up and bounced in front of me. I heard Harrison say, "oh, fuck," when my cock head finally popped out. I made eye contact with Darren and he instinctively knew what I wanted to do next. He leaned his head down and started to pull Harrison up. I took the opportunity to caress Harrison's ass cheeks again.
When Harrison finally stood, he started to turn toward me. It was then that I saw something I thought I heard some guy comment on, but I was so wrapped up in pleasuring Harrison and myself that I didn't really pay attention. Harrison's cock was absolutely rock hard and pointing out from his body at an angle. There is something unreal about seeing a cock as long as Harrison's stretching more than 12 inches in length. It's even more incredible to see a cock of that size rock hard. It bobbed up and down as he turned. The foreskin was pulled back completely and his cock head was engorged and fully exposed. The head was glistening in pre-cum and some was starting to drip down the shaft.
Harrison turned toward me and almost fell into my arms. He was much taller than me, so he kind of draped his arms over my shoulders and held onto me. Our cocks, both rock hard at this point, clashed and rubbed against each other. I had to crane my neck up to reach Harrison's ear.
"Here, baby, lay down. This will feel even better," I said.
Harrison looked dazed. His eyes were glassy and his mouth was slightly open. He didn't speak. He just looked at me like he was high. Then he looked at the pile of towels the guys had fashioned into a makeshift bed on the floor.
Darren helped Harrison get down onto the towels and lay on his back. His cock was ridiculously huge and raging hard as it stuck out and over his abs. Darren knelt down next to Harrison's upper body and put his hand out. Harrison grabbed onto it.
I knelt down between Harrison's legs. I looked at Leo and Dale. They knew what to do. Leo got on one side and Dale got on the other. They each took a leg. They held Harrison's feet and bent his knees. They pushed his thighs against his body and pulled back on his feet and spread them apart. Harrison's ass rolled up. His asshole was exposed. It was perfectly positioned and served up for me.
I heard someone say, "he's gonna fuck him on the floor now." The crowd noises continued to ebb and flow in the background with each change in the action.
Someone reached out with a lube container. I looked at Harrison's ass and my cock. They both looked like they were slick enough. I waved off the lube.
I made eye contact with Harrison. Or at least I think I did. It was hard to tell if he was looking at me, his eyes were a bit unfocused. I got down and crawled over him. I leaned down.
"Are you ok, baby?" I asked him.
He closed his mouth, clenched his jaw, and then nodded. I leaned in and kissed him. Harrison took his free hand and wrapped it on the back of my neck, holding me there. I blindly slid my cock forward until the curve of my shaft met Harrison's ass crack. He reacted when my cock touched him by grinding his hips to meet me, holding the back of my neck tighter, and kissing me harder.
Now, the curve of my cock makes it harder for me to enter a guy hands-free. I need to lean forward at an impossible angle to line up the head of my cock so it would slide in. But I was determined to do this without using my hands.
I broke the kiss and lined up my lips near his ear. He rubbed his cheek against mine.
"Hang onto me, baby," I whispered.
He let go of Darren and wrapped his arms around me, gripping his hands onto my shoulder blades. I thrust upward on Harrison's ass crack, pushing my shaft over his hole and popping my cock up past his balls.
"Oh, fuck," he whispered.
I did that two more times, getting the same reaction from Harrison.
On the fourth stroke, I bent my body down. My chest pressed against Harrison's cock. I could feel the pre-cum slather onto my pecs where his cock head was. I hunched my hips as much as I could and thrust up again. The head of my cock caught on the edge of his hole. I pushed as hard as I dared, but then it slipped off. My cock thrust up his ass crack and popped up.
"Ohhhh, fuuuck!" Harrison cried into my ear.
He held on tighter as I slid my cock in his ass crack again for three thrusts. Then on the fourth thrust, I pressed against his body again and hunched my hips. My cock head caught the edge of Harrison's hole again. I pushed to try to enter him. His jaw clenched and he started to moan. And then it slipped away again.
"Ohhhh, fuuuck!" he breathily cried.
I went at it again. I thrust my cock up and down his ass crack three times. On the fourth thrust, I pressed my body into him again and hunched my hips. This time, Leo and Dale pushed down on Harrison's thighs and pushed his feet down. Harrison's ass rolled down, lining his asshole up for me. When my cock head caught the edge of his hole, just the head slowly slipped in.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuck!" Harrison cried, his voice echoing throughout the shower room as he gripped me tighter.
I breathed out heavily. It felt so good.
The few guys who were able to see me penetrate Harrison reacted. I heard someone say, "He's in. He's inside him again."
I dug my knees into the towels and I lifted my torso up. I could feel Harrison's cock unstick from my chest as I did. I locked my elbows and looked down. I just looked at him.
Harrison focused his eyes and looked at me. I could see fear, lust, anticipation, and anxiety all looking back at me in his eyes as he breathed heavily. I smiled at him. And then I thrust my hips forward, driving my cock into him. I tried to go slow as I thrust all the way in. I wanted him to feel it all. And he did. My cock head attacked his prostate with a tremendous force as I slowly raked across it. It was the hardest I had pressed on his prostate.
I watched as he threw his head back.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuckkkkkk!" he screamed, the last bits of the word 'fuck' gurgling out of his mouth.
His hands let go of my back. His fingers spread and his hands just stayed on my back. His cock came up real hard and smacked my abs as it went rigid when my cock head connected with his prostate. When I hit bottom, his cock dropped back to its previous position.
I slowly withdrew as he tried to take a raspy breath in. His head came forward, but not all the way. I think he was trying to look at me. I could feel him trying to grasp my back with his hands, but it was weak.
I paused. And then with the same force and speed, I thrust into him again. My cock repeated its attack, pressing with a vengeance as my cock head swept against Harrison's prostate.
"Ohhhh, fuuuuuckkkkk!" he screamed, again letting the last bits of sound just kind of fall out of his mouth, as his head went back again.
His hands went loose again on my back. His cock struck my abs again with a 'thwack' sound. This time I felt his pre-cum splash onto my pecs when his cock hit me.
I slowly withdrew and he took in a breath. His head came forward a bit, but not as much as last time. His hands moved, but he didn't really try to grab onto my back.
I paused. And then I thrust in again. My cock head once again wreaked havoc on Harrison's prostate.
"Ohhhhh, fuuuuuckkkkk!" he screamed and his head went back, although it didn't have far to go.
This time as his cry really reverberated in the showers, I realized there were almost no other sounds, besides the background noise of guys fapping. Everyone was just listening to Harrison's cries of ecstasy echo throughout the bathhouse as I worked him over.
His cock 'thwacked' my chest again.
I slowly withdrew as he took in a breath, he didn't even try to bring his head forward. His hands didn't move.
I paused. And I thrust in again.
I maintained this rhythm for about ten minutes. Harrison's cries still rang out, but he was now dropping the 'K' and it was coming out as "ohhhhh, fuuuuu". Guys were jerking off around us. I could hear random moans and groans as guys came.
I could feel my orgasm was getting close.
On the next thrust in, Harrison's now raspy, worn voice screamed a long, "ohhhhhhhhh, fffuhhhh!" as his words drifted into his exhale at the end. His cock thwacked my chest, but it was with more force than before.
On the next thrust in, Harrison just expelled air. His cock came up and thwacked me in the chest. It stayed there. I was about to start pulling out when his hands made fists on my back. His head came forward.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" he grunted.
And then things happened rapidly and all at once.
His cock spasmed as it stayed rigid against my body. It shot a spray of cum into my chin with a powerful force. It splashed onto Harrison and was dripping down off my face and chin. Harrison's ass ring clamped down on the base of my cock. His prostate somehow pulsed and it felt like his insides were squeezing my cock. All of my cock, from the base to the head was enveloped as my cock was squeezed inside of Harrison.
His cock bobbed down and immediately spasmed again. There were no delayed cum shots like Harrison had done in Act I.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" he grunted again with his head pulled forward toward his chest, having never pulled back between cum shots.
The second shot sprayed out with as much force as the first. And because Harrison's cock had bobbed down and was on its way back up, it was pointing at the space between me and Harrison. Some poor guy who was kneeling behind Harrison's head got the brunt of it. It splashed onto him as he stroked his cock, hitting his chest, crotch, and torso. Pretty much all of the front of his body. The path of the cum shot also fell onto Harrison's face, neck, and dreads.
Harrison's ass ring for a split second released, but then re-clamped down on my cock as his insides squeezed me again entering his second cum shot. Even if I had wanted to, I never had a chance to pull back because his spasms happened so fast. It felt like my cock was trapped deep inside a milking machine. And in the best way possible!
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harrison immediately grunted again.
His cock was now bobbing up and down as it sprayed its third cum shot, hitting me, Harrison, that poor guy jerking off, and anyone else who was behind Harrison. His ass ring gripped me again as tight as before. This time when his anal ring clamped down on me and his insides spasmed tightly around my cock, I just lost it. My orgasm started without warning.
"Ahhhhhh!" I involuntarily screamed as I raised my head and my first cum shot started to breed Harrison.
This was so out of character for me. I normally just exhale heavy breaths when I cum. I might growl softly with my jaw clenched when it's a good nut. Throwing my head up and screaming was not my usual style. But that's what my body did in reaction to the incredible feelings that Harrison's insides were causing to my cock.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" Harrison grunted in response.
His next cum shot spewed out. His ass ring clamped down on me. His insides milked my cock.
"Ahhhhhh!" I screamed again as my second cum shot continued to breed him.
Our subsequent shots, about 15 in all just kept coming out in rapid fire - spew, spew, spew, spew...
Each time, Harrison grunted, "uuunnnggghhh!" with his head pulled forward, which was getting covered in cum. And then it was followed by my scream, "ahhhhhh!" as I kept my head lifted in the air. With my head raised, more of Harrison's cum was flying out from between us and splattering on any guy who was in the path.
Everyone within earshot could hear us trading grunts and screams back and forth. It echoed down the halls of the bathhouse until our loads were spent.
We both finished our orgasms at about the same time. I hung my head down and cum was dripping off my chin, neck, and chest. Dale and Leo let Harrison's legs go. His legs came down behind me. Harrison's feet landed between my legs and his calves draped over my thighs. Harrison's fists relaxed and just rested, still closed on my back.
I unlocked my elbows and slowly pulled out of Harrison. My torso came down onto Harrison. I could feel his hard cock on my stomach as I landed in a major pool of cum. I turned my head and lay it in the crook of Harrison's neck. I didn't care that I was getting cum on my cheek and in my hair. I was already a mess anyway. I brought one of my hands up and I stroked Harrison's wet cheek. We were both breathing heavily as I lay there reveling in a joy I don't think I had ever felt before.
I could hear sounds around me. Guys were moving around and making comments about what they had just witnessed. I could hear showers turning on now, too. I never fell asleep or lost consciousness, but I'm not sure how long we lay like that.
Finally, Harrison moved. His fists opened and his palms touched my shoulder blades. His legs came up slowly and he struggled to wrap them around my lower back. He clasped his hands together and locked his ankles. Then he weakly squeezed me. His head moved toward mine and our cheeks touched.
"You can't leave Detroit," he said in a very raspy voice, "I won't let you leave."
The strength of his hold on me was not enough to keep me down because Harrison was totally spent. But I got the message.
I was struck by how comical it was that he knew he couldn't hold me down, but he was trying anyway. I started laughing. And then he started laughing. We lay like that for a few minutes, laughing and stopping, then laughing again.
Darren, Leo, and Dale finally helped us get up. We were a sticky, cummy mess. The three of them helped Harrison and I get to a shower head. Darren, Leo, and Dale recounted their reactions to the various events that night as they helped us wash all of the cum off of us. And many, many guys came up to me or Harrison or both of us to thank us and tell us how great the show was.
It's six months later now. And I'm writing this on a plane. Our flight is about 15 minutes away from starting our descent into Detroit Metro Airport, so I need to finish this up before the crew starts to yell at me to put my laptop away.
I did leave Detroit the next morning like I had planned, despite Harrison's pleas and protests. It was difficult for me to go. My experience with Harrison that night was the most intense sex encounter I've ever had. But I recognized that I needed to separate myself from him or my dick would start making decisions for me. I haven't had any contact with him since that night.
My head, my actual brain-filled head, is in a solid place now. I know what I want. This will be my first time back in Detroit since that night. And I will see Harrison.
A few things have changed.
Darren, Leo, and Dale hit it off like gang busters. They've became so close that they are talking about becoming a throuple. Darren is mulling over an offer they made to move in with them.
Harrison found out the only reason I showed up that night was because of Darren, so he started calling Darren his lucky charm. Now, when Harrison starts his shows, Darren comes to the front and selects the lucky guy who gets to help Harrison get hard. Every time he sees Darren, the first thing Harrison asks about is me and how I'm doing.
Darren told me Harrison has made it very clear to everyone in the bathhouse that, despite what they heard or saw that night, his ass is off limits.
As for me? Well, apparently, I'm a legend now. Everybody in the bathhouse knows who Adam, the curvy-cock guy is.
Harrison has no idea I'm coming to Detroit. I'm going to hide in the audience at Harrison's next show. And Darren is going to select me to come up to the box. I intend to find out if Harrison's ass is really off limits...
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