Cocks and Robbers

Cocks and Robbers

I begin this post with a caveat: I am not a particularly nice person, at least when it comes to sex and my particular efforts to fuck and breed. If you met me on the street, if we worked together, if you knew me, you might find me an agreeable person.

I somehow have come to resolve all the sides of myself — the kinky asshole all about getting ass, the talented business man, the nice guy. If I say much more, I ruin the part of myself for whom I write this blog. The sexual deviant. If it turns you on or it pisses you off, I don’t really care.

So I am going to begin this entry with a gigantic fuck you to the pussy cunt who came in and stole the participant’s clothes (including phones and keys). The orgy occurred at a private townhome in the far suburbs of Atlanta. All of the participants were well aware that it was a bareback event. No deception here.

I arrived with another fine gentleman from out of state. We went into the spare bedroom to take off our clothes and then entered the master bedroom to join the action, which was already under way with four men…

  • In a baseball cap, a twinkish 21-year-old with a beautiful slender body, about 5′ 7″, perfectly smooth and about 7½ inches of cock.
  • In a black jockstrap, an average man in his late 30s with a nicely angular face and a nicely trimmed beard, 6’2″ or so and a thick 8 incher.
  • The beefy host bottom, lightly hairy and about 5’11”, a few tattoos and a very, very receptive ass.
  • An Asian in his late 20s, 5’4″ and very thin and extremely toned with a short crewcut and a rock-hard five inch cock.
  • The out-of-state guy, in his early 30s, on the thin side but 6’3″ or so who was probably very hairy but had clipped it all until he was so very huggable.
  • Myself, now in my early 40s, 6’3″, 225 pounds with geekish good looks and a 7½-inch hard cock.

Since things were already going hot and heavy, I had the one goal of getting into as many asses as possible. I had pegged the black jockstrap and myself as the only two confirmed tops in the room. The rest, I figured, were versatile with the exception of the host, who was almost entirely bottom (although I’ve known him to fuck).

After a few moments of warm up, black jockstrap was fucking out-of-state guy and tweaking his own nipples. Asian boy was all involved with ball-cap twink and the host was eating some ball-cap ass.

I wanted to help out my fellow top, so I moved behind him and tweaked his nipples some for him. To my surprise, he stopped fucking, turned around, sucked my cock for a second and then stood back up and guided it to his hole.

Heaven. His ass had been prepared but hadn’t been used and there’s nothing like the first slide into a nice ass — and a top one to boot. It wasn’t too long until I was pummeling him pretty good. The host, climbing off the bed to move to another place, passed close to my ear, “I want your load.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “I’m going to hold off for a while and enjoy myself.”

To be honest, I could have popped then. But I prevented myself because this was just the first of many asses I wanted to sample. And generally, at a gathering like this, I want to pop at least twice. I always try to save one for the host if he’s bottoming. I think Miss Manners would approve.

So after a while of juicing up one ass, I wanted to see what else I could get myself into. I especially had hoped for a little Asian and out-of-state. As I wandered over to the other side of the bed, the host saw my hard cock coming and angled himself to be available. Who am I to deny?

As I entered his warm chute, I could feel the squish. I knew at least one and possibly two loads were already in his hole.

There’s nothing like a freshly loaded hole. Usually the lube is soaked up so you’ve got the sweat and cum. A little sticky, not perfectly smooth, the friction of all the juices and just consistency is something that’s just adorably fun. I have a large head, so as I fuck… never pulling out completely… a suction builds. I’m churning all that cum, turning it into a buttery batter. When I finally pull out, the sound of the squishy pop is very appealing.

I reach for the Asian, who seems not interested. It always amazes me at some orgies how certain people sometimes get picky. He’s naked, at an orgy. You don’t have to let me fuck you, but you do need to be kind. It didn’t really matter to me. I do love fucking Asians, but I can live without it.

Next turned out to be my ball-cap twink friend, who somehow ended up bent over the side of the bed. I entered him smoothly, his silky ass well lubed with spit but not sloppy. I enjoyed the moments inside him.

It turned into a blur of bodies. But one available ass hadn’t been sampled and that was out-of-state guy. When I was finally able to corner him, he was on his back. He helped me lift his legs over my shoulders. I spit on my hand, slicked up my cock and poised at his hole.

Sometimes it’s hard to describe what ass feels like. Each one is different, like a fingerprint. But out-of-state guy had an ass like no other in the room. Like I was busting his cherry for the first time, I pushed with a little pressure before he let me in. When he did, his thick sphincter let my head in then tightened up with an air-tight seal. His entire ass and muscles all just wrapped around me with delight.

Every ass is different. And I love the feel of all kinds. This guy’s ass just held on for dear life. The bond between us was tight and unyielding. I enjoyed it.

As the evening progressed, another man joined us. A mid-20s, 5’9″ or so, beefy Asian — quite the contrast from the very thin one. He had a slight beard and lots of hair on his head. He also had the most incredible nipples, huge and juicy.

When we greeted one another, he sucked my cock well, really pushing himself down so his beard tickled my balls. I sucked on his thick cock too, tasted his nipples. He was also the only one I kissed, with a thick tongue that swirled around my mouth seeking incredible pleasure.

I would sample everyone once again and would end up at out-of-state guy. I began fucking him with earnest, really working on it. He had been quiet mostly, which didn’t bother me much. But he finally uttered, “Goddamn.”

That was all she wrote. I went to town. He was enjoying it. I felt someone behind me, a finger down to my balls then, along the ridge at the base of my cock until it was just inside the hole. His ass was already tight, but this was the magic sensation that I knew I wouldn’t stop.

That’s when the world goes away. When I enter into a space all my own. It’s a selfish place, just me and the intense pleasure of my cock. The ass, the chests, the nipples, the hands, the mouths, the arms, the poppers, the bed, the room. Everything didn’t exist. I could only see the intensity of the moment, as I was rushing toward it. I could only see the spot of my ecstasy.

My heavy breathing turned into huffs and then grunts and then growls. Soon I was entering into my destination, the place where everything explodes.

I started shooting into his hole. My cock throbbing. I knew it was a big load coming out. As I came out of my lonesome space, I could hear my fellow fuckers all egging me on, urging me to breed him. I did. I pushed every last drop into his hole.

And as I came off the high and I pulled back, opening my eyes to look around, I was hot, tired and happy all at once. He smiled up at me. I rolled off the bed and went to get a little space from the heat-generating bodies.

That was when I walked into the other room and noticed. My shirt was gone. My shorts were gone. All that was left were my shoes. Ball-cap twink had taken a break too and he could only find his underwear.

We had been robbed.

At some point during the hot and heavy moments, in the blur between arrival and orgasm, someone had come in and taken everyone’s clothes. None of the men in the room were guilty and most had been smart. My car keys and phone were gone.

After I broke the news, it broke up the orgy. With borrowed clothes, we searched through the neighborhood. My phone had a GPS component that allowed me to track its location, but its accuracy wasn’t perfect. In the darkness, we couldn’t see well enough to discover much of anything.

For the next three hours, each of us solved our issues — spare car keys, extra clothes, etc. We also searched in vain. Others arrived, hoping to join the fun, but our sexual buzz had been killed and we sent them home with the lesson we’d all learned.

I got home, exhausted but uneasy. I drifted off to sleep, my night filled with nightmares of cocks and robbers.

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