Boys' Night Out

Yes, yes, it was a perfect Connecticut summer evening in August. Warm, just the right amount of humidity, a soft breeze. And me in the sling. Three men surrounding me. All of us nude. All of us having enjoyed some hot, wonderful gay sex in the hour or so before. Gay sex. Four married men. All fathers. All now with each other. Crazy. Outdoors. Looking forward to more sex, maybe kinkier sex. Full of beer and not full of worries about being discovered – even by our wives, what if they thought it would be fun to surprise us – we knew it would not be for group sex – they were so off sex – at least with us. Maybe a neighbor walking the shoreline.  What if he came across four men fucking and sucking, having sex like animals. So, what. This is 2020. We are animals.

I’m in the sling. Ankles and wrists in the cuffs. Exposed. My ass moved down by Ray to make it properly accessible.

Ray said, “Bob, I am speaking for the group. We love your hole. We know that of all us you are the primo pig bottom. To be sure we will be fucking each other while we have you in the sling, what we want, and what we know you want is to become – at least for tonight – a total hole, a total pussy, completely used and wrecked and remade – as close to a no limits man cunt as is possible, maybe no limits, at least for us to do in one night. And if you like tonight, well… we are three other faggots who want this for you and for us. OK? We so want you.”

“Yes… thank you.”

“Bob, you are always the gentlemen. When we are through with you, we want you to be total gay, faggot hole. OK?” Maybe you will find the courage to throw off marriage and lead us all to do the same and then become one family of men. Do you want that? Will you let us take you there if we can?”

“Yes. You bet.”

“Safe word? Give us one, otherwise we will just have to keep going. And I can promise you we may not be able to know when to stop. We can’t count on getting another night like this for some time and we intend to get really fucked up. And we will fuck you up. OK?”

“Damn, yes… a safe word… STOP. But I hope I won’t have to use it.”

“Ready? And remember we love you in our crazy way.”

“Yes. I love you. Take me there. Please, boys. Make me me. I so have to become a total fag bottom, I am always hungry for cocks, fists, men…”

And we began.

The poppers were out. My beloved popper mask was out with the buddy feature so I could share the canister holding the wet paper towels. Tons of lube, in fact some very big bottles of J-lube. And some bags of some kind of white powder. Some pills. A pipe of some kind. This was going to be very fucked up, very.

“We will start by putting this eyeless hood on you. Before that take these two pills.”

“What are they?”

“Just take them. And lie back while they take effect, while we get some of our mutual sex in before we take you over as our pig.”

I took the pills. Two, followed by three big slugs of vodka. Then the hood went on. I lay back.

What I felt, some sudden rushes of desire, then some downing, then some rushes. I was inflamed by the sounds of the other guys having sex. Their joy. It was becoming my joy. The sounds were different than usual, maybe they sounded more excited. Maybe they were muted by the hood. Or by what I guess was some Ecstasy – the state I was finding myself in. I certainly felt that way. Exaltation. High. Desire. Lust. On fire. On another plane of existence.

I just let myself go. I started working the chains of the sling to feel a rocking motion. I pushed out on hole. How I wanted to expose it. Then, then, I felt a big syringe enter my hole – once, twice – filling me with what I knew was lube. Fuck yes. Get me lubed up. I worked the chains. Swinging. Pulling my legs apart as much as I could, pushing my hole out and open. Through the hood starting to chant, “Fuck me. Fist me. Fuck me. Fist Me.”

Then the chains were caught. I was held in place. The gas mask went on. The poppers flowed. Someone started the swing again. Then I felt a hard cock just go into my hole. Right in. No resistance.

“Fuck, yes, Bob.”

Then he started to pound my ass. He stopped. A different cock. Then a stop. Another cock. Then a repeat of the cycle. Cock, cock, cock. Swinging. I grabbed the chains to make the swinging more forceful. I wanted cock as deep as it could go. Deeper. Shit this was being fucked. And with a crazy intensity. I wanted someone to open my ass so they could fuck me with their cock and balls in me.

“Ready for more?”

“Yes.”

“Stop?”

“No, no. no.”

The mask came off. Was recharged. Went back on.

“Bob,  This is Bill. I have the buddy mask on. Are you fucked up? I want to be for what comes next.”

“Fuck me up Bill.” I was so poppered up. I would do anything for Bill or Ray or Chuck, or any man walking by. My hole was theirs…

I felt two guys take over the chains at my head. They started to rock the chains. I joined in. I was on fire to have my hole used.

Damn… on the 10th swing I felt a fist just rush into my cunt, exploding in, not coned but clenched.  My hole was overcome with a sharp, sharp, pain that became total pleasure. Bill held his arm steady. Ray and Chuck used the rocking sling to punch fuck me on Bill’s fist.

“Can you believe how Bob is just swallowing up Bill’s fist. I can’t wait to get my fit in that pig.”

“Makes three of us.”

“Fuck, I love this I shouted.” My cunt was so free. No resistance. Perfection. Hit by rushes of joy. And I wanted more.

“Damn this is so hot,” I heard Ray say.

Bill and Ray and Chuck took turns in my hole. Lube and more lube. A hole becoming so distended, so in heaven. But this was not the end they were seeking.

“Got to take a break, Bob. After that we have treat for you and us.”

The mask and hood came off. What a beautiful sight. Four nude men. Hard cocks. Bodies starting to glisten from sweat. Bill and Chuck kissing while Ray sucked both cocks. All three came over to give me a taste of their cocks and my ass. Lubed hands caressed my body. Hearts racing.

A break.

I could feel my hole just being open. I had to feel what I could feel pushing. I pushed hard.

“Shit, look at that,” I heard Chuck say. “It has never looked like that before.”

“We have never used it like this before. I so want to see it when we are done, Ray chuckled. “What a fucking beautiful cunt.”

To encourage them, I said, “do it.”

I knew they would.

“Break over,” said Ray. “Time for the next treat. Something to drink. Water, some shoots of vodka. Then something new for us. Time to get more fucked up. Time to take the next step.”

Poppers, bareback, cum-swapping, piss, fucking, fisting… next?

“You do trust us? We do trust each other?” That was Ray. We all said, “Yes.”

“Let’s get ready and go. For this part, no hood. We want you to see everything.” They had brought the mirror that could hung from the sling. I wanted to see this.

So next.

Bill was a doctor. I do not think I had mentioned this. So ,I guess that was why Ray had put him in charge of the nexT step. Ray was a state trooper. He had the means to get what we needed. Chuck was a retired teacher. Me? Retired executive.

What was next? Remember the pills. We had taken them. Fuck they were good. We got a second round. Shit I just lay back and let them take me over, let them make my body quiver with excitement. They seemed like a kind of poppers on steroids, relaxing at the same time as inflaming. I wanted this. I would want this again.

“OK, Bob. You, first. Then we follow.

The strap on the arm, “Just a little pinch, my friend.”  Then such an incredible set of reactions. Repeated for each of us.