The Wildest Thing

"So what's the wildest thing you've done, Cam?" Ian asked me on my first night in LA. 

I felt like I both knew the guy and didn't. We'd never been super tight as friends but we'd played football together in high school before drifting apart, back with Ian was nicknamed the "Crusher" for his power tackle. We reconnected on Facebook last year, and realized each of us had come out. Ian was living his best life in Silver Lake, and I was doing the corporate thing in Atlanta. We traded messages regularly, but when work had me going out West, I tacked on a weekend in Los Angeles. It might be weird reconnecting with a high school buddy, I worried, but I always liked the guy and maybe I craved a connection to my hometown. 

I didn't need to worry. Ian and I hit it off great. It was just like old times, smoking pot and drinking beer. Only we were both out gay men and freer to talk about that. 

So that's why his question didn't seem weird. It was just gay guy talk. Still, I struggled to think of an answer. "I dunno," I said. "My last boyfriend and I did a threesome once."

"Way to go crazy, there, Cameron," the guy joked. Ian hadn't grown much since his high school varsity days and was now shorter than me. But his body was muscular and compact and he had a shaved head now. He kind of looked like a younger version of that porn star Adam Russo. He saw that his comment bothered me and gave me a smile to apologize. "Just teasing ya, man," he said. It was wild: this was still the same Crusher but different.

"All right, hot shot, what about you?" I shot back.

He paused. "I don't know if you're up for the full answer, man," he started. "God's truth, I'm a little bit of a sex addict."

I thought he was joking or exaggerating, and I kind of laughed in response.

"No, for real," Ian said. "I love taking on multiple guys.... probably the wildest was an anon gangbang I did a few months ago in Berlin."

"Jesus," I muttered. These kind of things could be hot to watch in porn, I thought, but you never expect to meet a dude in real life who does them. At least not a guy like Ian.

"That freak you out man?" he asked. 

"No," I replied. Then, "well, a little." Then my curiosity got the best of me. "So... you enjoy that shit?"

Ian took my question as a tacit OK. He grinned big time. "Oh yeah, it's a crazy rush." He took a sip of the cheap beer we were drinking then added, "Maybe I spent too much of my life trying to do what people expected, I decided to just let loose, you know?"

I could get that, even in my own uptight way. "That's cool," I said.

He looked me over and smirked. "Cameron fucking Adams," he said in an incantation. "I can't believe you're here, man." 

Maybe Ian was a little stoned and drunk. Maybe I was too, cause I started giggling. "It's great to see you, Crusher," I said.

"It's Ian now," he corrected.

"Ian," I said. "Ian the sex addict."

I thought maybe he'd be pissed but he clinked his beer can with mine. "Proud of it buddy." We sat giggling a little, then Ian made a suggestion. "There's this bar if you wanna go... there's a couple of back rooms if you feel like trying 'em out. The front bar's normal in case you just wanna keep things vanilla," he winked.

It was out of my comfort zone, but I figured what the hell. "I'm game," I said.

We took an Uber there, but it wasn't far. I got the sense this was one of Ian's regular places and he took a strange pride in showing me around. 

"That's the blackout room," he said as we stood at a curtained entrance. "Anything goes, so you gotta be prepared," he explained before walking me to a door. "And here's the gloryhole. Suckers to the right, suckees to the left."

I wasn't shocked, but his nonchalance about it was crazy. Still, I tried to act normal. 

"The crowd is still filling in," Ian said. "What do you say we grab a beer in the front bar until more guys show up."

That was more my speed, and I was pretty content out front. There were a ton of hot guys in LA for sure and as I scoped them out I realized it had been too long since I'd gotten laid. 

"See one you like Adams?" Ian teased as my eyes wandered.

"Sorry, man, got distracted," I replied with a grin.

"That's what we're here for, right?" Ian said. "Listen, I'm gonna head on to the backroom. You good?"

I knew he was challenging me to join him, but I wasn't ready for that. "Yeah, I'm good, man," I replied. 

I watched Ian go back and enjoyed my beer for the next ten minutes. Watching the hot guys fill up the place. But the hot guys were starting to head to the backrooms themselves. I took one final gulp to finish off my bottle and figured what the hell. I gathered my courage and went to the back. 

I started with the dark room and almost immediately I was being felt up and groped. It was hot in a way, but kind of freaked me out. I wiggled out of the multiple hands feeling for my cock or ass and made my way back out. I wasn't sure I was ready for the gloryhole either, but I peeked in.

There was only one sucker. Ian. My high school buddy servicing one cock while another waited and a third stepped up to an open slot. It was wild to see Crusher go at it like that. Hungry, starved, talented. 

I decided to go to the other side of the partition. Hell he probably wouldn't even know it was me. There was a range of men lined up at the places in the wall, tall and short, big and lean. I found an empty one and unzipped. 

I had to wait a little, the room was getting busy. But I looked over at the man next to me. Not a porn star, but good looking, masculine. 

"Hey," he grinned.

"Hey," I said.

Just then the man's face changed and I knew he was getting sucked.

"He good?" I whispered. I didn't want Ian recognizing my voice.

"The best," the guy growled. "Fuck."

I watched this dude as he got serviced and was getting so engrossed that I was surprised to feel a wet mouth descend on my prick. I wasn't sure if it was Ian or someone else sucking me. But the man next to me had his eyes on me as I was getting blown. 

Then the mouth left. Making the rounds. The edging was hot, as was the communal vibe in the room of suckees. One man after another getting his cock licked and sucked, worshipped even. 

Then the first guy came, and it was like the sexual energy ramped up five times among the rest of us. It didn't take us long now. A beefy Latino-looking guy blasted next, then non-chalantly tucked back into his jeans, zipped up, and left. 

I then felt that silky mouth on me. THIS was Ian all right. I could tell by the pace and how hungry he was for my load. So I fed it to him. Heavy, hard spurts down his throat. He didn't miss a beat, sucking my seed right down and milking out my load with his throat. 

I was still shaking when I withdrew.

"Good?" the cute man next to me asked.

"Fuck yeah," I growled in a whisper, patting him on the back as I walked by. 

I made myself presentable before stepping back to the front bar. The place was packed now, and it took me a while to get a second beer. I was well buzzed now and having the time of my life. I finally had something wilder than that threesome under my belt. I was mid beer when Cute Suckee walked up. "Mind I join you?" he asked.

"Not at all."

We made introductions and small talk. His name was Tony, and he seemed surprised and disappointed to find out I was not living in LA. "Atlanta has tons of cute guys," he said. "Love that Southern accent."

I grinned. He was probably just buttering me up but I loved this flirty connection. "It's weird, man, I feel like we just had this bonding experience just now."

He laughed. "I know what you mean." Then. "You're first time to this place?"

"Or any place like it," I admitted. "I don't think that backroom would be legal back home."

"Not sure it's legal here," Tony said. "But anything goes. Enjoying it so far?"

"So far, yeah," I replied. "It's a blast actually."

We chatted more, eye contact heavy. Damn, if I lived in the same city, I'd definitely be asking this guy out on a date. The crowd was pushing us together, our arms bumping against one another. 

"Want another beer?" I finally offered.

"Actually..." he started. "I was thinking of trying the other backroom. Care to join me?"

Maybe it was having Tony along that made it less scary, but I readily agreed. 

We'd barely stepped into the darkness when Tony pulled me to him a deep kiss. It was hot and a release of the sexual chemistry we'd been developing all night. I felt him up and he tugged at my T-shirt, pulling it off. I had the sense to tuck it into my jeans pocket so as not to lose it. When we reconnected, Tony was bare chested and I felt up his body. He was in even better shape than I guess, real hard muscle. 

We made out and as my hands circled around his waist, they bumped into another man's flesh. Muscular but not as hard as Tony's. It took me a second, but I realized this other man was starting to fuck my new buddy.

I got confirmation by the heated moan in my mouth. My head didn't approve, maybe, but my dick was turned on as fuck. 

I felt hands undo my jeans, and I went with it, feeling my dick spring free. But when another hand felt my ass and dug into my cleft, I swatted it away. I was vers, but only in the right mood, and I wasn't gonna get fucked by some anon guy here. 

I heard a deep growl. "Gonna fucking breed you, boy!" It was the man behind Tony, and I heard the telltale grunts. 

I didn't waste time, circling around my new friend's body, ready to take the beefy man's place. That dude pulled me into a kiss, sloppy and hot and felt me up as he hand guided my cock into Tony's cummy crack.

The sex was raw and animalistic. It was like fucking on poppers but it was all mental. I fucked away, feeling Tony's wet and surprisingly tight hole and holding on to that amazing muscle-pup bod. 

All while Beefy Guy kissed me and his hand cupped my ass. He started rooting for my hole and this time I caved. I figured Beefy Guy had already gotten his rocks off and wasn't looking to make a bigger play. So I fucked while I got fingered with wet, lubey fingers. It was incredible and second load or not, I was giving it up pretty quickly. 

As soon as I relaxed my grip, Tony pulled away and some other dude started doing clean up duty on my dick. I was spent but somehow still hard. 

My wits were returning, finally, and I gathered my jeans and pulled them back up. I gave Beefy Guy one final kiss and felt up a really meaty furry front, before he jerked my hand down to his dong. The guy was big, real big and I got a thrill feeling him up. 

His hands were on my shoulders now, pushing me down. He wanted me to suck him. Easy there, big guy, I thought to myself, then figured what the hell. I crouched down and started taking that monster in my mouth. It was too big to do justice but it was a thrill sucking him in the dark. 

Until another guy crouched next to me, wanting a taste. I gave that dude a kiss and then let him take over. 

Finally, I made my way out of the dark room, my eyes adjusting to the light just in time to see Ian walk out after me. Shirtless, jeans unbottuned, looking well fucked. 

"Damn, Adams, you went for it," he said in surprise.

"Yeah, I did."

Crusher put his arm around me affectionately, a buddy kind of affection. "Hot night here, right?"

"I'll say," I said. 

My buddy gave me an apologetic look. "Listen, I'm gonna stay here a little longer. You OK on your own?" 

I patted Ian's strong back. "I'm good, man. Don't worry about me. Have fun."

"Talk to you tomorrow, Cam," he said, then winked before going back into the gloryhole room. 

I put my T-shirt back on and made sure I still had everything. 

The front bar was thinning out some. I though of getting another beer but really I'd had enough, and my buzz and high were wearing off anyway. 

I called an Uber and stepped out into the California night, wondering if this evening was a one-off experience, or if I'd be repeating something like it in the future.