The Game

Five more minutes!?! My body was already arched with every muscle flexed as the machine continued to milk and fuck me for the guys. My face was contorted into my ‘cum face’ and the extended milking was making me moan, then scream with delight. I came totally undone while the guys gathered to squeeze a nipple or spread my ass cheeks wider so everyone could get a better look at my red sensitive hole.

As the orgasm subsided my dick became super sensitive which cause me to buck like a bronc at the rodeo. True to Jon’s word, he let me ride the waves for five minutes and then switched off the machine with a click! I collapsed forward with relief, dripping in sweat, blushing and breathing hard. Stars still danced in my vision as the guys all pitched in to slide my dick free, un-strap my legs and then lift me off the dildo. 

They helped me stand on my weak knees and start moving toward the door, out into the hallway and then back to the room I was staying in. Jon pushed the button to start the shower and the guys led me over to the edge of the pouring water and let me step under the waterfall from the ceiling. I can’t explain the euphoric high I was experiencing. I was lost in the memory of what I just did and at the same time fully aware that all the guys were still roaming around my room and out on the patio while I showered. 

I finished my shower and was drying off as all the guys started to migrate upstairs chatting and laughing and having a good time. Jon stayed behind and was sitting on the edge of the bed as I wrapped the towel around my waist. He used his finger to silently call me over in front if him and then in between his legs where he sat on the end of the bed. He turned me around and sat me in lap so that when he talked I could feel his hot breath on my neck and behind my ear. He asked “Did you enjoy that?” I was all of the sudden feeling bashful in the intimate setting and hesitated with my answer. He whispered “Don’t be embarrassed, you can just nod yes or no”. I slowly nodded yes. “Good” he said “I loved watching you get into that scene. I think you really enjoyed getting fucked - but you really went wild when the guys started to come in and watch. That makes me think you have a kink about being the only naked guy in the room…Does that turn you on?” With that comment he reached in front of me, down to my bare shins and then slowly ran his hands up my legs revealing more an more until his hands were on my bare hips with the towel bunched up above my now exposed dick. Then he slowly pulled the robe to either side and allowed the belt to slide undone until it dropped to either side. Then he took the open robe and lifted up over my shoulders and let is slowly fall down my back to leave me naked as it pooled on the floor. He ran his hands slowly up my torso to my nipples to tease them and tug them until they firmed up. The exposure and intimate setting made my dick twitch..and to my surprise I started to get hard again. I could still feel the heat from my hole where the dildo worked it’s magic. But that didn’t stop my dick…maybe it added to it…but within a few minutes of Jon exploring my body I was sporting a full hardon again. He whispered again “ look at that…looks. Like someone is ready for round two…” He reached around to my dick with one hand and encircled my balls with the other hand to pull them gently down as he stroked my now hard dick in time with each tug. 

I couldn’t believe I was already turned on again, but in my new brave world I decided to go with it. It was just Jon and I and I was really enjoying the attention. Once my dick was hard as granite, Jon led me by the hand through the shower and out onto the patio. Instead of walking to the hot tub, he instead turned right and let me down a dark sidewalk into the night. We casually walked along in silence until we came up on a large patio table that looked like it had been carved from a giant single tree. It was square with a long low bench on each side and could easily have seated four adults on each side. It was positioned in front of another large set of glass patio doors but the deck we stood on was covered by shadows. It was easy to see into the dim lit bedroom but it appeared we were blanketed from view by the darkness. Jon let me up to the patio table bench on one end and then he straddled the bench. I went to follow and he said “ no..step up here…” With that he guided me up onto the bench until I was standing facing where he was seated on the bench. Without warning he looked up at me and made eye contact as he took my hard dick and slid it into his warm mouth. He was an expert at the slow torturing blow job and I had to brace my hands on his shoulders to keep from falling off. He returned to playing with my balls as he methodically sucked my dick. As I started to approach an orgasm again Jon pulled off my dick and moved me to sit on the a table facing him. He held my dick up flat against my belly and took my balls into his mouth. He sucked and pulled on them as he slowly tugged my dick. He only took a break to whisper “ I want to spend all weekend making you cum. Would you like that?” I nodded yes again. He said “ I know the guys loved seeing you cum too, so don’t be surprised if they want to help you cum too. We share well around here and I think this weekend all the attention is on you..” With that he stood pushed my chest gently until I lay down on my back. Then he took a seat again..pulled my ass to the edge of the table and then rolled my knees up over my chest to expose my hole at face level for him. Jon whispered again “ hold your knees for me..” and I did as he instructed. “…that’s good…now spread them wider” with my training in wrestling and a background in gymnastics I am really flexible. I did as he asked and my hole became stretched wide and exposed for easy access. Jon leaned forward and electricity jumped up mu spine as I felt his tongue slide slowly across my sensitive hole. Jon proceeded to lick, tease and probe my hole until he had me moaning for more. “ good boy…let me hear how much you love it…” I moaned more and squirmed into his hungry mouth and stubble. “ ..does that feel good…? “ I nodded “ you want more?” I nodded and he returned to devouring my hole. He worked me to the point that he was basically French kissing my hole, then probing with his tounge, then nipping , then frenching….over and over and over as I moaned and squirmed on my back for him. I was dying to grab my dick, but with my hands holding my knees I was forced to focus on my hole. 

It felt like a shock when Jon finally sat up. I could feel the cool air on my hole and instantly missed his mouth. I squirmed and moaned to try to draw him back to me. But he remained staring up my body between my spread knees until we made eye contact. Then he said “ Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I was a horny mess and quickly did as he said. Then he whispered “ that’s so fucking hot…now back up to me…” I did as he asked and slid my ass towards he waiting mouth until my feet slid off the table and my shins rested on the flat surface with my feet dangling over the edge. ..” that’s it…now push back..” I had assumed this stance in wrestling many time and pushed my ass towards his mouth moving my chest to lay flat on the able with my ass in the air. “…great….stay right there…” Jon stood up and walked across the patio and slid open the doors to the bedroom beyond. I felt instantly exposed, alone on the patio with my ass spread in the air. A moment later Jon returned with two folded hand towels. He took his seat behind me again and then let me to lift one knee and then the next as he slid the towels in place for padding.

Then he whispered “…ok…lower…..wider….” I slid back further and spread my knees wider until I was in about as vulgar of a position as one could get when trying to show their asshole to the world. Jon leaned forward and returned to his champion ass eating. This time he pulled my hard dick back between my legs and slowly milked it in time his work on my hole. He only paused occasionally to spit on my dick or balls and as he used both hands to work me from root to tip.

I had never had my balls so involved in a handjob and it was making me grunt and moan with his work. He took a pause “ slide your hands out in front of you ……that’s it…wider and now to the sides a little…” I moved myself into what looked like a worshiping position as he returned to working my hole and milking my dick.

I wanted to be more free in this new life I was building and Jon was encouraging me every step of the way. I was lost in slutty bliss. I was moaning and grunting loud enough that I must have caught someone’s attention. I jumped as I noticed someone step up to the table bench to my right and take a seat. Jon never let up and kept me in the zone as my eyes focused on the new arrival.

A thrill swept over my body as I realized it was the hunky drive from the SUV that brought us to the house. He was smoking a joint and sat a beer on the table as he took a seat. He smiled silently and started nodding as if he was enjoying the show….I followed suit and began to nod along slowly in agreement. This spread his smiled wider as he took a puff of the joint and then leaned up over the table as if he was going to kiss me. I slowly opened my mouth and realized what he was doing as he blew the smoke slowly into my mouth. I inhaled slowly for what seemed like an eternity. Then he slowly sat back down with the same huge grin on his face. We maintained intense eye contact as I released the smoke, my eyes fluttered and my senses returned to Jon’s work. SUV dude just leaned his forearms onto the table and leaned in to watch the bliss on my face. And there we sat as Jon worked my hole and SUV guy occasionally blowing pot smoke into my open mouth. 

I was flying by the time I noticed the slow arrival of the other guys. I was so lost in the feelings and joint that I just looked at each of them with a silly slutty smile as the took turns sitting around the table. Jon had been working me up to orgasm and then denying for however long we had been at this game. My body was quivering when I felt Jon lean back to say…” I have to take a piss. Bill…take over for me…just don’t let him cum…” I wasn’t sure who Bill was until the SUV guy handed off his joint and moved his beer to the bench beside him. Then he patted the table in front of him. I was hit and a little slow…but nobody rushed me. It finally hit me, that he wanted me to reposition myself in front of him. Then it sunk in a little farther. I glanced around the table and all the guys were waiting for me. Would I really crawl over to a near stranger and wiggle my ass into is face. I felt my face warm with embarrassment. Though my blissed out high I started to put the pieces together. Everyone else here had watched me ride the fuck machine and then casually clean myself up while that watched. Now they were going to watch me crawl over to this stranger and beg him to eat my ass in front of them. I thought about getting off the table. I was wondering what they all must be thinking. Yet they all watched silently….no encouragement……My heart was pounding and I felt myself give in….I REALLY wanted to cum….and so I slowly rose up and crawled toward Bill. I turned to put my ass to him and that brought me face to face with the guys on the other side of the table. They watched as I moved my towels for my knees. Watched as I pushed my self toward him. Watched as I raised my ass in the air and opened myself for him. Bill reached up and took hold of my hard cock and used it to guide me backwards closer to him until I was once again hanging my ass over the side of the table. Then he put his hand gently on the top of my ass and pushed me down until my knees slid wide to give him maximum access. 

Bill held my dick firmly pulled back and I could feel the cold air on my exposed hole. Without warning I heard him spit and felt a hot splat hit my hole….which made me groan. The I felt him start to work the slimy spit over my hole with the thumb on his free hand. He was using just enough force to spread my hole without penetrating me. 

And so it began, rubbing slow teasing circles until I was starting to open for him and then quickly removing his thumb to spit on my hole. This continued until he had me worked back up to where Jon had me earlier. I was lost again in the moment grunting and moaning for Bill when one of the other guys said “…let’s play a game….Let’s all take turns and then you can tell us who is the best…” Everyone thought that was a great idea and quickly agreed to the new game. One of the other guys added “…but let’s keep things fair…I think we need to blind fold him so he has to guess who it is. Another round of approval from the table and someone jumped up to run inside. Bill never let up and was getting even more firm with his stretching until I was squirming and begging for him to finger me.

The other guy returned from inside and leaned across the table to slide a blindfold across my eyes and under my head to tie it firmly in the back. Next thing I heard was everyone moving around to change seats. Finally I felt Bill let go and someone take his place. This time a slightly different touch and technique but just as hot. Always worked to the edge of orgasm - but never offered release. Then they would switch …and again…and again…and again the game continued. Jon must have returned at some point because I recognized his technique and facial hair. My body was quivering and I moaned “Jon”…everyone cheered and laughed and started to move around again. 

I almost didn’t notice when things started to advance…but one moment I was getting my hole rubbed and the next I was feeling that familiar fuck matching style of just the tip of a dildo stretching my hole. Then I felt the drool of cool lube from a bottle and then the tip probing again. I was silently begging to get fucked but my knees were spread so wide I couldn’t push into it. But it continued to work a bit deeper each time until  I started to feel the pop in and out of my tight ring. Each pop sent a chill up my spine in the best way possible. Then the grunts matched the probing and the guys started to move again. The dildo changed hands and the fuck style changed to a much deeper, slower and more aggressive style. Whoever it was had found my prostate and was using it to make me grunt in time to the fucking. 

I was really getting into it when it suddenly stopped buried deep inside. All the guys were perfectly silent but the milking of my dick continued. My hole felt so good stretched around the dildo, but I needed more. The milking continued until my hand started to slide across the table, arching around beside my knee…running my hand up my thigh …then ass and slowly a felt my fingers slide around the thick cock in my hole. Someone gently reach up and guided my hand to the base of the dildo so I could push it deeper myself. Then they let go. The milking of my dick continued and I was powerless to not start to fuck myself in time with the strokes. Then the world disappeared and all I focused on was my dick being milked and I began to fuck myself more aggressively with the dildo. I was in control and I quickly found the pace, depth and speed I used at home…just the right angle …..

I was lost in the sensations when the blindfold slid up my face and revealed Bill leaning in to blow more smoke into my mouth. I never missed a beat and took his offering. I was at the point where I could ride this dildo all night when I felt someone let go of my dick and it began to bob and bounce between my legs as I continued to fuck myself. The blindfold was completely removed and slowly the guys all moved around to be able to watch my face. Jon quietly said…” that must feel awesome…move over here into the middle of the table”. They all watched as I struggled to lift my self with one arm and then crawl to the middle of the table while trying to keep the fucking going. 

Once I was to the middle of the table Bill stood up and walked around behind me, stepped up on the bench and then onto the table, saying “ here …let me help…” as he moved my hand from the dildo to the table infront of me so I was on my hands and knees. Two of the other guys moved to replace the towels under my knees. Bill was picking up the pace and said ..” you want to cum now..” the pace was full on pounding and I was ready to shoot my long overdue load. So I reached back between my knees and started to pump my dick for all I was worth. I was racing to my orgasm when I felt Bill put a hand on my shoulder and bring me up to a position where I was facing the guys on my knees and pumping my dick in clear view. That hit me about the same time as I felt him slip the dildo out of my but and slam it on the table behind me to stick with the suction cup base on the smooth polished wood table. Then without missing a beat he guided me up and then down onto the dildo again before stepping back to the bench and then to the ground.

I knew what he wanted and I wanted it to …so I started to ride the dildo as I pounded my dick. The encouragement started quietly around the table and got more vulgar and frat like as the minutes passed. I was racing to to the edge when Jon barked out…” ok, put your hands behind your head and keep bouncing..” It was like I was wired for it and I instantly locked my fingers behind my head and rode the dildo while the guys watched me bounce up and down grunting like a pig-dude you see in pornos. I was covered in sweat and looked from one to the other as I rode for all I was worth. Bill startled me when he said “..fuck…he’s going to have an anal orgasm…hands free…fuck dude! …go for it …fuck …fuck …” His frat boy energy had me pick up speed and I was slamming my hole onto the dildo and then another guy barked out …”’’ ok …ok..ok slower….that’s it slower …all the way out to the tip…that’s it…now all the way down to the balls….” I grunted ….” That’s it …cum for us….” The tip of my dick felt like it was hooked to electricity …I was just seconds away from cumming but couldn’t quite get over the edge….so I slow fucked my self over and over teetering on the edge, every muscle tight in my abs with the slow roll of my hips….”…that’s it slower….slower…..slower….” I was inching up and down the dildo …my body quivering for the crowd when I started to feel the orgasm drift away. I instinctively sped up….and the guys continued to talk me into a slower show for them. They finally had me into a slow full body roll up and down the dildo when I found the edge of the orgasm again……I was focusing on the electric tip of my dick….the ache in my balls….the sweat running down my spine and into my crack…my body was convulsing with each roll…almost like an orgasm shock, but just enough to make me contort my face to try to work it out….

And I rode the edge of the orgasm ….over and over and over……I could feel it just behind my reach….and yet they all quietly watched and smiled as I tortured myself on the dildo….

I was locked in the pre-orgasm shockwaves when bill stepped up on table behind me…he bent down behind me and grabbed my hips to move in time with my thrusts…then slid his hands up my waist, around to the front of my ribs, over my pecs and then latched on to a nippel in each hand to give them a firm squeeze ……my body reacted and I released a grunt/scream as I felt the orgasm wash over me …he used the tight grip on my nipples to keep me moving up and down as the first blast of cum shot out of my dick and landed on the chest of Jon’s blue t-shirts directly in front of me. Bill continued to use my nips to direct me up and down as blast after blast of cum splatters on the table in front of me. The frat boy cheers commenced and the cheer and roared me to empty my balls on the table in front of them. When my body was only quakes and the cum was slowing dribbling out the tip of my dick with each thrust…Bill released my nips and stepped off the table to leave me sitting on my knees, ass flat on the table with the dildo buried balls deep. The orgasm shockwaves occasionally ripping through my body and causing me to convulse to more cheers. 

As the orgasm faded away and spent cock deflated in front of me, I realized my hands were still locked behind my head. I had indeed cum hands free …..my first anal orgasm as Jon would tell the crowd. 

Over the course of the weekend, the guys found many other ‘games’ to play. They all included me naked them fully dressed. They all took turns pleasuring my hole in the new games. The only rule was that all orgasms had to be hands free. And so they worked me over as a group….one on one….in pairs…..in the hot tub……over a boulder on the hiking trail…..over the railing of the balcony…..over the edge of the hot tub….in the back of the SUV on the way to the airport ( much to the delight of a curious trucker…) on the private plane back to Denver……and finally in the dark driveway on the side of my house in plain view of the street.

Fast forward….that was months ago and since then it has become the favorite game of the group. What is even more crazy…I don’t remember the last time I came from me or someone else touching my dick. I only craved to have my hole worked over until I cum. And now it is a true craving. They guys have taken me on a gay cruise and made me cum on the dance floor in the middle of the ship. They took me to New Orleans for Mardi Gras and got a guy to fuck me with a strap on in an alley by the hotel. They even took me back weekly to underwear night where it all started …to our favorite table…but now instead of jerking me off..they would sneak in a dildo…ahve me grab the edge of the table and then entertain the crowd in the dark corner. 

And the games continue…….