This was a new experience, a "jerk party." Apparently, a place for guys to jerk off together. Frankly, it seemed a little mild to me, compared to some of the adventures I could probably find in the ABS less than a mile away, but "what the hell?" I thought. I climbed the narrow stairway and could hear some laughter and some soft moaning, a combination of some nervous guys and a porno playing in the background.
I stepped through the doorway and took in the upper floor of this loft space. A lot of original brick and some furniture arranged haphazardly. The furniture all had white sheets thrown over it. "Probably a good idea," I thought, considering the 10 or so guys who were already there were going to cum all over the place. A younger guy wearing an apron with a name tag that said, "Skip" approached me. I noticed by his bare shoulders and thighs that the apron was all he was wearing. "Hi Skip!" I said and smiled. He smiled back and asked me if I was comfortable getting naked, nodding at the other guys who'd beaten me there. "Sure!" I said, a little amused at all this, and admiring his tight, little, ass when he turned, beckoning for me to follow him behind a temporary curtain. He set me up with a little cube, made from plywood and stacked with others, some holding the other men's' clothing. "Just grab a cube and stash your stuff," he said, smiling again before he left me back there. "Remember, no oral or anal, just touching," he said, as he took my $20 bill.
I peeked over the curtain and saw the guys out there mingling. A couple of them had a drink in their hands and another was even standing with his foot up on the edge of one of the couches, watching the porno and gently tugging his dick. I shed my clothes, save for a teal, satiny jockstrap - hoping to preserve some modesty perhaps.
I walked out from behind the curtain and a few of the guys nodded at me, smiling. I introduced myself, noted that most of them had their dicks out and were in varied states of arousal and body shape. "First time?" one of them asked, a medium sized guy wearing nothing but his sneakers and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. I could see my reflection in his glasses, and I nodded, wondering how he knew. He peered down at my jockstrap and chuckled. I laughed and shrugged, then asked the guys where the drinks were. He put his arm around me and walked me across the room, side-stepping the furniture and some of the guys' legs, splayed out as they jerked off. "It's kind of a BYOB situation," he explained, "But since you're new, no one will care if you grab a drink." I made a quick screwdriver, with the orange juice and vodka available. "Thanks!" I said and clinked my plastic cup against his.
I moved in a little closer to him, glancing down as my shoulder brushed his, seeing his long dick twitch a little. "You been to a lot of these?" I asked. He nodded and bumped knuckles with an uncut guy who came over and made himself a drink. "This is definitely different for me," I offered. "How's that?" he asked, introducing himself as Cliff. "This is cool," I quickly explained, "Just different to have a bunch of guys standing around with their dicks out." "What's your scene?" Cliff asked. After a moment of pause, I said, "I like oral and to bottom occasionally." Cliff smiled and his arm brushed mine, now my dick's turn to twitch. "Won't have that here, but if you like cum...." His voice trailed off.
Cliff's hand brushed the front of my jockstrap, and I shivered. "That okay?" he asked. I nodded that it was. Cliff cupped his fingers and started to stroke me through the fabric. "Once you're hard, you should pull it out," he advised. I nodded, enjoying the feeling of getting hard by his touch. After a few moments, and several guys passing by, giving us the old side eye, he said, "I think you're ready."
My thumbs hooked the slim straps of the jock, and I pulled them down, freeing my dick which sprang out. "There you go," Cliff said, encouraging. He reached back and patted me on my bare ass. "You should go mingle," he told me, his hand lingering on my cheek.
I started to wander the room, now losing my early apprehension, and becoming flush with lust. The room had filled up nicely with men and I moved through them, with a drink in one hand and my jock in the other. "Excuse me, excuse me!" I said over and over, squeezing through guys, my dick accidentally bumping into backs, thighs, and hands.
Eventually I made it to a corner of the room and found myself standing near an older man with an all-over tan and impressive package sitting in an overstuffed chair, stroking. A young Twink sat on the arm of the chair with his legs crossed, his pale dick just sticking out between his legs. He was excitedly telling the man some story about a job interview. The man in the chair stroked the Twink's arm and listened, slowly stroking himself. A short ways away, two guys were watching the porno on the flatscreen tv. I couldn't see their fronts but watched as one of them clenched their ass and moaned, shooting his load all over the sheet covering the low table in front of him. He stayed and moved near the guy next to him, whispering something in his ear and then reaching over to help him. Within moments, the man blasted, sending his load also down onto the sheet. Both guys started cracking up and then high-fived, moving through the crowd, presumably to leave.
I wandered over to where they'd been, looking down and thinking that was a waste of a couple good-sized loads. The video played in front of me. Two guys taking turns with a girl and occasionally tasting each other. I was slowly stroking myself when Skip, in his crisp, black apron approached and pulled the damp sheet off the table and quickly replaced it with a clean one. "I bet you go through a lot of those," I said, nodding at the stack of sheets he'd put down. Skip laughed and said, "You have no idea!" "You are having fun?" he asked. I nodded that I was but didn't tell him that this all seemed a little tame, as if it was an orgy that stalled out at first base. "So no oral or anal?" I asked. Skip shrugged and said, "Them's the rules!"
I was starting to contemplate just jerking off to the video and getting out of there but decided to see if I could find Cliff again. Maybe I could convince him to bail out of there and head back to my hotel with me. "Hey, hey, buddy!" I heard behind me. It was the tanned guy sitting in the chair, his dick bright red like it was gonna pop. "What's up?" I nodded. He took his hand off his dick and waved me over, "Just stand there," he asked. I moved over, now standing in front of him, realizing I was providing some privacy for him and his friend the Twink. The Twink smiled at me and took his gum out of his mouth and asked me to hold it. I held my hand out and he placed it on my palm and then gave my penis a gentle stroke. "Mmmm!" he commented. He looked around quickly and then sank to his knees, taking the tanned man's cock in his mouth. The tanned man gripped the arms of the chair tightly and started to pump the Twink's mouth. I knew this was against the rules and looked around quickly for anyone that might cause a fuss, but we were pretty isolated here in the corner, especially with me standing in front of them.
To their credit, they went fast and before anyone noticed, the Twink had already swallowed and was wiping his mouth. The tanned man's cock was getting limp and draped over his thigh, but the Twink wasn't finished. "Same as last time?" he asked the man he'd just sucked off. He nodded quickly. The Twink stood up and put a foot on the arm of the chair and started stroking a pretty impressive dick, for this slim, young, guy. "Oh, here it cums!" he cooed and blasted several shots of cum onto the tanned man's cock and belly.
The Twink turned and smiled at me, taking the gum out of my hand as he licked the cum off his fingers. "Thanks!" he said, "You're a good sport!" Unfortunately, before I could ask him to suck me off, he was gone, dancing through the crowd of men.
I smiled and shook my head, sitting down in the chair that the tanned man had just left. "This is fucking bananas," I thought, catching glimpses of cocks and ass, some looking like they'd already cum or were about to cum, poor Skip moving through the crowd, trying to get clean sheets on every surface. "He doesn't stand a chance with these animals," I thought while watching a man cum in his hand and now looking for a towel to wipe it off on.
He came near me and asked if I'd seen any towels. I shrugged and told him that I was sorry that I hadn't seen any. "Usually they're near the corners," he informed me. "How was your shot?" I asked, something that now seemed like polite conversation. He smiled and opened his hand, showing me a palm covered in pearly, sticky, liquid. I offered him a corner of the sheet I was sitting on, and he gratefully wiped is hand. "Thanks!" he said and turned disappearing into the crowd. "Man, this is something else," I thought to myself.
"Hey!" A guy standing next to me, got my attention. "Hey!" I shot back. "Can I cum on you?" he asked, not really waiting for an answer. "Um...sure," I replied, moving my now empty drink cup. "Awesome!" he exclaimed and started stroking faster. "Uh! Here goes!" he announced and shot his cum all over my lap and thighs. I opened my mouth out of instinct and moved in for cleanup, but he backed away and gave a brief thanks. My finger dipped into the mess, and I brought it to my lips, possibly a violation of the rules, but I love hot cum and didn't want to waste it. Apparently, I was busted, and a guy moved over and said, "Just hang on!" He pulled over another guy who served as our privacy, just as I had for another guy, and moved in, putting his knee on the padded arm of the chair. "This what you want?" he asked, shaking his thick cock in my face. I nodded and opened up. He stabbed into my mouth, and I lurched back, surprised by the suddenness of his movement. With a hot cock in my mouth, my own sprang back to life. "I'll cum quick," the guy in my mouth promised. Within seconds, he grunted and started pumping his thick, salty, load onto my tongue. He quickly pulled out and gave me a brief thanks for helping drain his balls.
The man in front of me informed me that that was really hot and was stroking his cock under his belly. "You can cum on me if you want," I informed him. "Fuck yeah!" he grunted and shot a watery load over my dick. "Stroke it for me!" he begged, wanting me to jerk off with his cum. I did as he asked, working his load all over myself. "You gonna cum?" he asked, with hope in his eyes. I knew I probably could, but I wanted this to last a while. Lying, I said I wasn't close. He seemed deflated and shrugged his shoulders, moving back into the crowd.
I took my hand off my cock and got control of myself, walking back from the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, the crowd parted, and 3 guys that looked like they'd just left a biker bar, all with scraggy beards and thick, hairy, frames approached me. "Hey, we heard you like cum, you want to go over there?" one of them asked, pointing to something I hadn't noticed before. It looked like an old dentist's chair, with the requisite white sheet draped over it. "What's that?" I asked. "You just lie back, and guys can cum on you if they want," he explained. I got up and walked toward it, stroking my cock, and looking at the guys who watched me lustfully as I sat in the chair. "Tilt him back!" someone yelled, and I heard the crank pull, and I tipped back, now staring up at the antique tin ceiling of the room. A foot pumped near me and the whole reclined chair settled just off the floor.
"Holy shit this is awesome!" my head screamed as the first guy, blocking the light shining right into my eyes stepped over me and started to jerk off. I tried to get up to take him in my mouth, but hands pushed me back down. I opened my mouth wide just as he started to cum and caught the first jet, wanting some more which shot in on the next shot. A direct hit! "Mmmmm!" I moaned, savoring his cum and wanting more. Another guy stepped in and started jerking until he plastered my forehead and my eyes, causing everything to go blurry. After that, it was a true blur of men and cum, jerking off on my chest, face, and occasionally hitting my mouth.
"Let's turn him over!" someone yelled, and they helped me roll over, the pools of cum pressing into the sheet and the chair pushing my ass out, awkwardly. I felt hands on my ass and was expecting to feel a dick push against me, but instead I heard someone comment about "target practice" and then felt the unmistakable feeling of a man cumming directly on my asshole. "You back for more?" I heard one man ask another and then someone sprayed my back with cum. Someone laughed and told him that he was "Insatiable!" "Oh, shit, he's soaked!" one guy laughed and then another said, "Watch this!" and he came on the back of my head. "That's never gonna wash out!" someone else said. After several minutes, and several loads, we must have been running out of guys because the room was pretty quiet and I could make out only one guy next to me, overweight and rapidly stroking until his cock dribbled his load onto my arm. "Ah yeah, take that cum!" he proudly announced.
I slumped down onto the chair and then rolled over, the sheet now sticking to me. After I cleared out my eyes, I could see that I was in the room alone, all the other men having cum and left already. It reeked like sex and cum and all the naughty stuff I like. Cliff, the guy I'd met earlier came around from behind the curtain, where he'd gotten his clothes back on. He tucked his mirrored glasses into his shirt pocket and asked me how I was doing. "That was fucking wild!" I told him. He laughed and helped me up. "Yeah, it's a fun party when we get a sponge," he told me. "A sponge?" I asked and then quickly figured out I was the sponge, soaking up as much cum as they'd give me.
We walked around to the small cube holding my clothes. After peeling the sheet off me, I let it fall to the ground, a damp mess. Cliff asked me where I was going next, and I told him back to my hotel. He offered to walk with me. I hadn't cum the whole time and was still horny, Cliff's offer to go with me was pretty promising.
We left the room after helping Skip clean up. I noticed Skip averted his eyes from me, leaving me wondering if he partook in the fun that night. Cliff and I banged down the narrow staircase and I said, "Did Skip cum on me?" I asked. Cliff started laughing and nodded telling me he came on my thigh. "I seem to remember that" I commented. "Yeah right!" Cliff said.
We exited the small lobby and turned the corner, heading down the alley. Cliff moved close to me and put his arm around me. I leaned down and kissed him, his tongue played on top of mine, tasting me and the men who'd cum in my mouth. His hands found my pants and he unbuttoned them. "Turn around," he grunted. I pushed my pants down and turned, bending over. "Fuck me!" I begged him. Cliff pushed me against the brick wall, and I felt him push against my hole, another push and he slid in. I grunted and pushed back, wanting to get fucked raw and hard. Cliff jack hammered into me and I stroked my cock just as he hit the right spot and my pent up load erupted, painting the wall under me. "You cum?" Cliff asked. I nodded my head. Cliff started pounding me roughly until he tensed up and sent his load shooting up into me. It was the last load I took that night and by far the best one.