Chapter 6 -- Blow-by-Blow
With a push on the back I stumbled out of their apartment, bleary eyed, exhausted and my mouth tasting like cum. The whole night felt like a surreal blur, hours compressed into minutes.
As I floated towards the elevator it felt as if I was completely wasted, without having a drop of alcohol. My body tingled all over, I was dazed, disorientated and had trouble focusing. It was a mixture of exhaustion and elation, I was cock drunk, no doubt about it. I'm sure the second hand high from all the pot smoke factored into this but I was clearly hypnotised by what had just occurred.
It seemed like a half dream after the first dick finished in my mouth, but when I started to focus it flooded back to me in segments, half remembered moments, sounds and images. I stumbled into my apartment, threw my clothes off and crawled into my cold, comforting bed. I wrapped the duvet around my body, the cool sheets tempered my body which felt as if I had a fever.
My limbs and my mind were completely exhausted, but I couldn't sleep. As I lay there, eyes stinging from exhaustion, my breath still smelling like dick, I rolled over and tried to recollect the night and all its details. With heavy eyes I checked my phone, 2:10am, I had arrived at their door just before midnight. Five dicks that came in my mouth, that was a guarantee, but what else could I remember about them?
I decided to put my mind to work before I earned the right to fall asleep, just so I had the events as clear as possible before I lost them all to a hazy deep sleep. The first blowjob was vivid and etched into my mind in technicolour, I remembered every detail, and now the second was finally coming back to me. The second was the fatter friend, definitely overweight and most likely on the edge of being obese. He wore a stussy hoody, and had large, swollen cheeks with deep brown eyes set beneath large burrowed brows. Unlike the first man, who's expensive aftershave filled my senses, he was a little smelly and much, much lazier.
Initially he seemed nice by offering me the beer, and by the time I had finished swigging to clear my palette his boxers were around his ankles. He was still soft when he shoved his cock in my mouth, and even at that point it filled it completely. As I felt him become hard in my mouth I started choking because of the sheer size of it. I was able to cope because of how hot I found it grow while sat on my tongue. When I started to suck deeply on his helmet, he groaned. It was a nice change of pace, his laziness, he just put his head back, closed his eyes and let me get on with it.
Now the details were coming back to me. I swilled my mouth around and the hint of cum was still washing around my taste buds. I thought about going to brush my teeth, but I changed my mind. While I'm recalling these events it makes sense to keep the taste of cum well and truly where it belongs, in my mouth, it was probably helping contextualise it all.
But back to the cock, I remembered he took a little longer to finish, and by that point my mouth was getting tired, not that they cared, I wasn't even half way through. When he was close that's when he found his enthusiasm. "Fuuuuck" he yelled out.
That was a siren of attention for the rest of the party. As it was an in between rounds on the boxing, everyone's focus was back on the white boy with the big fat cock in his mouth. He started high fiving his friends around him. Then it started to become progressively more animated. One of his friends who was wandering around came and held my head down on his cock and I started to gag aggressively. My slutty mind was going haywire, I was in love with this situation, the mix of embarrassment and degradation was turning me on beyond belief. Everyone cheering and laughing at me, holding my head until I couldn't breathe. I felt so used, such a sissy. And that's when he came. Shooting salty loads straight down my throat. When I came up for air a huge line of spit and cum connecting my mouth to his helmet.
He gave me a condescending rub on the head which turned me on even more and I was passed onto the next.
Now this is where it became a real blur, I remember this guy having a slightly smaller dick than the two before, or was that the fourth man? I'm not sure. Those two blur into one. Although, of course, it was still bigger than any white dick I'd ever had before.
Around the same time a sudden flurry of activity started to happen all around me, the boxing was wrapped up abruptly due to a knockout, and more people were up and about the flat. And when I started to look around I noticed a few fresh faces, maybe they had just arrived, maybe they arrived a while ago and I didn't notice, it was hard. When I tried to get my bearings my head was shoved furiously down on the cock in front of me. Rightly so, it was his turn and he wasn't going to get a bad job when he'd just seen the treatment his friends received.
The yelling starting to increase, the smell of weed filled my senses along with ball sweat. The music ramped up to an almost ear splitting volume, and then things got very weird.
As I was bobbing my head on a sweaty black dick, big hands wrapped around my cheeks, I suddenly noticed groaning coming adjacent to us. I glanced over and one of the girls was sitting beside me, giving one of the new guys a handjob. She was young looking, maybe just a little younger than me. With long nails she ran her hands up and down a large brown cock with a beautiful femininity, I needed to remember that as a technique for the future.
When I looked over elsewhere for a split second, one of the other girls was having a train ran on her. When did this start? Has it been going on this whole time or just begun? It was chaos, all washing over me like some surreal music video. A cacophony of rap music, laughter and orgasms.
And all the while up and down my little mouth went, up and down, up and down, gag, eyes watering, balls in my face, cock hitting my cheeks, hands pulling my hair. Black hands slapping my face. It was all so euphoric, completely beautiful in the most perverse way, all I could see was black skin, black cock and the taste of cum filling my mouth.
By this point I remember my mouth getting really tired so I started using my hands much more fiercely. This is where those feminine hand motions came in very useful. I knew if I was switching from my mouth to my hands I had to make for it with more of a show and a good one at that, so I slid my two tiny hands up and down his shaft over his helmet moaning while I did it and looking up at him. That sent him over the edge, whichever one he was, and he tipped my head to the side and came all over it, letting the cum run down my face into my mouth. Without a chance to wipe it off I was passed to the last guy.
I used the exact same approach, I was in the swing of pleasing big black cocks now and I felt like I was just getting started. I wished the night would never end, that the line of black men would be neverending, and the guys I'd serviced before would come back for round two.
My process was almost perfected by the last man. I started with some deep sucking and spitting to lather up his massive cock so it was slippery and glistening, then I double handed the monster until he lent back and pushed my head down. As he started to climb his orgasm I watched his face in wonder. As I knew this was the last one I almost savoured every drop, knowing I'd reached the end, and surely passed the test with flying colours. I lent back and the ropes of cum splashed my tongue over and over again. I let it pool in my mouth for all who were watching to see and then swallowed it in one.
With no fanfair and no discussion I remember being passed up and out towards the exit pretty swiftly after that, it seemed like their party was just getting started, I guess I was just the pre-drinks entertainment. Now it was coming back to me, the last but very important details of the night.
It was T who grabbed me by the arm and led me out, I remember some soft but harsh words from T as he walked me to the door. I can barely remember the exact wording as it all went through me like a hazy memory. Something about 'good job slut..it's a good start...where something nicer tomorrow...have a shit...you belong to me" and the door slammed.
As I rolled over again to the cold side of the bed I was pretty happy with this recollection, seeming like I had a grasp of all the important facts. I blew five guys, they all came in my mouth, I did a good job, the girls were being used to, seemed like a sex party. As the bass thumped through my flat I started to drift soundly to sleep when all of a sudden one last thing came back to me.
The flash of a phone's camera.
Oh yeah, T was recording the whole thing.