Tuesday Men's Meeting

by Aiden

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Hey y'all. Again, I am thrilled at the feedback I have gotten from you about my stories. For those of you that have taken the time to comment, vote and write to me...THANK YOU SO MUCH! I hope you enjoy this little event. I sure did!

Thanks, AIden

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It was late on a summer Monday and I was bored and horned up. As I usually did in these times, I booted up my laptop and googled www.craigslist.com. I selected my city and state and found my way to the personal ads. And I began to scan the mm4m sections. I rarely emailed anyone, but I loved looking at the pictures.

About the fifth ad was titled: Tuesday Men's Group Meeting. The ad went on to invite men of all ages to meet in a motel to be determined Tuesday mornings. I was intrigued so I responded to the ad by emailing the post author a simple “bi curious white shy guy, 40 yrs old 5”11” 205lbs w 7” cut.” And I waited.

After surfing all of the ads and not receiving a response, I moved on to my favorite porn sites and watched a few videos. However still no response so, I shut down the computer, turned off the lights, quickly serviced myself (so I could sleep) and drifted off to sleep.

Jumping at the sound of the alarm at 5am, I reached over, turned the alarm off and readied myself for work. My mornings are always rushed, I get up with just enough time to get ready for work and clock in...as long as traffic isn't too bad. I hate that place!

I was walking the long and dreaded path from my car to the time clock where it would officially begin my mundane drudgery. “Yep, perfect.” I spoke under my breath as the time clock confirmed that less than another minute and I would have been late. 

Work was typical until lunch break when I finally got to check my email. There it was. I had a response to the ad I answered the night before. It read: 

“Weekly Mens Group Meeting with out of towners from many walks of life. We are a closed group, but not everyone shows up at every meeting. There are typically four to seven of us every week. If interested, reply with a simple yes. J”

My heart was going crazy, my mind was all over the place! I couldn't force myself to respond right away. I could barely type, my hands were shaking so bad. I decided to think about it a little more before making a decision.

At last break I had decided I was able to respond. So with a shaky hand I logged back into my email account, found the email and hit reply. My response was a simple “yes” as I was told to do. Almost immediately I received an email from J. It simply read: “Embassy Suites, Room 340. You don't need to bring anything, we have condoms, lube and party favors. Meet me in the stairwell at 5:50pm. J”

“Well fuck!” I heaved to myself. “I guess it's gonna happen?”

I couldn't concentrate on anything for the last two hours of work...a complete waste of the company's money to have me there!

I got home, ate, showered and stared at the clock until it was time to head to Embassy Suites. I crawled on my motorcycle and headed out. I spent the whole drive wondering if being on two wheels was a smart idea seeing as I was going to a “group meeting” and I had no idea of what that would entail. But I trekked on anyway.

I got there about ten minutes early so I sat on my bike in the parking lot. My dick couldn't decide if it was going to be hard of soft, my nerves were all over the place.

“OK, it's that time” I said softly trying to cheer myself on as I rested my helmet over a mirror and headed into the front entrance. I found the elevator and headed to the third floor. I felt like everyone in the lobby seen me, knew me and knew what I was doing there. I am sure they didn't, but it was pretty uncomfortable. I walked up and down the hall looking for the staircase, and I went in. I sat there for what seemed like ten minutes until the door opened.

An older man, very handsome grey headed thin man with blue eyes walked up to me. He was just a little taller than I was and he was dressed in what appeared to be suit pants, a white button down dress shirt and a red and grey striped tie. “Hello, I am J. I assume you are waiting for me?” he said as he pushed his hand out at me. 

I grabbed his hand firmly, and with a gentle shake, I answered, “I think I am.”

“Great.” J said. “You're a good looking guy. This is going to be great.”

I was kind of struck weird from his statement. He was a good looking guy, but he was kind of shocked that I was good looking too? What does that say about the others in this group? I almost turned and ran! But I was scared, I was nervous and I was extremely curious. So, I stayed in line and followed him back to the room.

As he opened the door and we walked through, I scanned the room. We were alone. There was one king sized bed, a nightstand with some books and papers scattered on it, a desk with a laptop on it. His email must have been pulled up or something, it wasn't on the desktop screen. There was a paper bag sitting on the desk next to the laptop, beside the bed, a refrigerator and a reclining chair. 

I sat on the bed nervously and just looked around. J reached into the bag and pulled something out, put it too his nose and inhaled deeply. Then he offered it to me. “Poppers” he said as I turned it down with a thank you.

“Alright,” he said acceptingly. “we don't have to wait for the others. They will be along soon.” And he came to me, pulling me up off of the bed.

He started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear lobe. That's my biggest weak spot. Hit that and you can get just about anything out of me. I had my hands on his sides and slightly squeezing my fingertips into him.

His hands slid down my stomach and tugged a little at the tail of my t-shirt and his lips had moved from my neck to my lips. Our tongues were dancing a lustful dance in my mouth. He had a very dominating way about him and I have always been a little submissive, so the fit was very natural.

With a smooth lifting action, my shirt was over my head and laying on the floor and his lips moved down to my right nipple. 

I kicked my head back, breathing heavy and deeply with just a hint of a sigh escaping my lips. My hands were at his waistline and tugging his tucked shirt out. Sliding my fingertips up his sides and around his back, he released my nipple and stood back up straight. I fumbled along his buttons on his shirt. I remember thinking that I needed more practice at this. When I finally got them all unbuttoned, I slid his shirt down his arms brushing his skin lightly with my fingertips as I moved.

We were both standing at the foot of a king sized bed, shirtless. He had a thin patch of grey hair on his chest. I guess he was probably around fifty years old. Not too much my elder, but he was fit. His chest was tight, his abs slightly defined and just a hint of that hypnotic “V” sneaking down into his pants.

I began at his neck and slowly kissed down his chest leaving little wet spots as I raised my lips each time. Keeping in motion, I made my way down his belly and stopped kissing at his pants.

Again, my fumbling hands worked his belt, button and zipper and with a little more finesse, I slid his pants and boxers down to his knees exposing his half erect manhood at almost eye level. I guided him back onto the bed and raised his left foot so I could slide his clothing off and I followed suit with the right foot.

Starting at the arch of his right foot, I started kissing and moved my way up his ankle, along his calf. As I moved my lips over his knee, I must have tickled him a little because he flinched just a little. However, that didn't slow me down any more that the slow motion I was already in, and I moved up his thigh until the hair on his balls tickled my cheek. I looked up into his blue eyes with my own blue eyes and seen him smile as he reached for his popper again.

Wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, I put just his head in my mouth and wriggled my tongue around for a short time.  Hearing his moans of acknowledgment, I opened my mouth and without touching his cock, I inserted most of it in my mouth, until I felt his head make contact with the back of my throat. I closed my lips around his shaft and with as much suction as I could produce, I locked on him and pulled my lips up to the top of his dick and over the rim of his pretty mushroom head.

This must have been good for him because he grabbed my head and pulled me back down on him. He held my face deep on his cock for about ten seconds. I was having trouble breathing, but I didn't mind. His shaft felt great as it hung down in my throat. He continued to fuck my face at his own speed and force for a few minutes until he popped his rod out of my mouth and stood me up.

In a kind of fury, he rushed through ripping my jeans off and pushing me face first on the hotel bed. Before I knew it, I felt his tongue searching around my ass crack until he found my bud. Now, I have had my ass ate a couple times before, but something about the fury he was in made this feel so different. So much better! Then I felt his warm wet tongue invade my hole with a strength I didn't know tongues had. He licked around inside and outside of my pucker and moaning the whole time. It drove me into a moaning fit too. Just the sounds of him enjoying my ass was driving me crazy. The tongue action had my shaft drooling with pre-cum.

J then moved out of my ass and spit on me, to lube me up. Slowly his cock was exploring the same areas his tongue had just journeyed through until he found the gold mine. I felt his head get hung up just inside my rim and his motion stopped for a minute. I turned my head to see him inhaling on the can of whatever it was. As he put the container back on the bed next to me, he slowly pushed himself into my center. I couldn't keep the sounds in. His cock was a little bigger than my inexperienced ass was used to, so there was a little shot of pain, but that went away when I felt him hit something deep inside me.

About that time, I heard the hotel door lock activate and the door opened. I was ass up, he was balls deep inside me and we were staring past this mountain of a man, into the hall were anyone could see us. This new guy was tall, and thick. Not fat thick, construction worker thick with short reddish orange hair. 

He just came in like nothing was going on, and he belonged there. J didn't seem to surprised with his presence so I decided it was safe to just go with the flow. He came in, said hey to J and started getting undressed. J passed him the container of whatever a popper was. He accepted it, took a great big construction worker inhale and passed it back to J.

Naked, this guy was tree trunk. From his ankles to his neck, everything was thick and strong looking. His cock was about six inches but it was thick and veiny. But before I knew it, it was inside me. J had pulled out to make room for the construction worker. And I was getting pounded, J had ventured to the bathroom. 

My face was laying on the bed with my ass up in the air and this monster behind me going to town. My hands were between my legs and grabbing the inside of his thighs and squeezing in rhythm to his thrusts. His cock was rubbing on my prostate and I could feel pre-cum running down my own cock.

J came out of the bathroom where he was cleaning himself off, and still rock hard with his grey bush outlined seven inch shaft and crawled on the bed in front of me. Reaching for a head full of my hair, he pulled my head up and my face to his crotch. 

The motion was perfect. The construction worker behind me plowing my ass, pushing my body forward on J's hard member. It was hard for me to continue sucking J's cock because I couldn't control my moaning. I could feel my hard cock being pushed back and forth in the motion and with the place my mind was in, I knew it wouldn't be long before my cock involuntarily shot out my own juices. 

And it did, with a big moan, and the tightening of my entire body, I started cumming. As soon as J realized what was going on, he dove under me on his back and started sopping up my cum with his tongue. Pulling my own seven inch cut and shaved cock in his mouth he proceeded to milk the rest of my cum out.

My prostate tickled like crazy as the construction worker continued fucking me with quick and shallow thrusts and the head of my shaft was extremely sensitive to J's mouth making sure he got as much of my cum as he could. I was in a “feeling” frenzy. I didn't know if I was laughing or moaning. I couldn't be still as I was being fucked, I wiggled like a mad man.

About that time, the construction worker began to stiffen in his movements. He's breathing was quick and shallow like his thrusts. He was about to blow his wad in my whole. J was staying below me sucking my balls while the construction worker's balls were bouncing off of his forehead.

When the construction worker finally released his load inside me, I thought I was going through the wall into the next room. He slammed his big naked body against my ass and held it there, pushing me about six inches forward. That perfectly positioned his balls in J's mouth and as he was unloading in my ass, J was below him messaging the construction worker's balls and ass hole with his tongue. 

For those keeping score, that's two orgasms achieved. The moaning was loud and showed little signs of changing, my rim was slick with cum, the construction worker's cock was shrinking inside me, my cock still rock hard, (which truly surprised me) and J's cock below my face also hard and ready.

As the construction worker pulled his soft muscle out of me, J was quick to find his way back in and began slowly and deeply fucking me. The construction worker excused himself to the bathroom. And like clock work the room's door began to open again.

Another large man walked in and immediately started stripping and walked up behind J who was behind me. I felt J's body kind of fall on mine and then I felt his thrusts become out of his control as the new man was invading J's hole. I knew J was getting pounded while pounding me and I felt my man muscle swell harder.

Fresh out of the bathroom, the construction worker climbed up on the bed and with his thick six inches knelt in front of me. I raised my head and took him in my mouth. I heard three men sighing and moaning over my own noises that were somewhat muffled from a full mouth.

I wasn't expecting to feel J explode inside me when he did. It came without warning but his size was perfect to allow me to feel everything from the first throb, the first very powerful spray of cum all the way to the last and it made me drove me into a frenzy again. 

The construction worker was having a little problem getting solid but he was semi erect shaft was in my mouth. I was getting into sucking his rod while J was filling me up. J slid himself out of me and I felt a monster. 

I hadn't seen the third guy's cock but OH MY GOD it must have been ten inches. Even though I had been reamed out by the first two men, guy number three took my breath away! With the stabbing pain I felt as he breached my rim I let out a groan. He paused deep inside and gave me a minute to accommodate his massive tool. Then he started moving slowly and more gentle that the other two had been. I appreciated his thoughtfulness in the moment. Taking long and deep plunges into my center, he made me cum a second time with ease.

However, my orgasm did nothing to slow him down. He continued reaming me out at whatever pace he desired giving no thought to the insane ticklish feeling my prostate was feeling. With every inward motion I felt like I had to take a leak. My cock never went down, J was now holding my head to the construction worker's pelvis and pulling me off and back on again. 

Looking over at J I seen his solid shaft moving back and forth with all of the motion and I took him in my hand while resting my body on my knees and one elbow. I was stroking him, sucking the construction worker and being fucked by guy number three. All of that and I was still rock hard after my second nut.

J let go of my head and kind of nudged the construction worker out of my mouth. With a second motion, he started to roll me over onto my back forcing that huge cock to withdraw from my ass, and I was positioned so I was on my back with my ass at the foot of the bed and angled so my head was hanging off of the side. Just as I felt the monster searching for my now gaping hole, I looked up to see J setting his balls in my face.

Assuming he wanted them in my mouth, I obliged without hesitation. The grey hair on his sack was tickling my lips. His sticky sack tasted like my cum as I sucked and licked him clean. My left hand was stroking his cock. He was moaning and wriggling around and as I felt his body tightening, I stroked him faster gripping his pretty cock just a little tighter. And that was all it took. With a big growl, I felt his cum hit me on my chest and his body quivered. Shooting a few more streams of his man juice across my chest his shaft slowly relaxed and softened in my hand.

During the time it took me to get J off on my chest, the construction worker found his second wind and he was on his knees, on the bed with his big man hands jacking off over my belly. I reached up and cupped his sack in my hand and with a gentle squeeze, I slowly rolled his balls in my hands. 

Feeling J's cum transforming from a warm ooze to a cooler sticky substance on my chest, guy number three's monster rod in my ass and the construction worker's balls in my hand had me about to cum again...number three.That hasn't happened since the jack off Olympics we used to hold as teenagers.

My body tightened for the third go round and I gripped the construction worker's nuts and pushed my fingertips against the little bulge under his sack that showed were his prostate was. I was trying to stop myself from cumming again so quickly. My eyes locked shut, my toes sore from being curled under my feet and my ass as slick and open as it has ever been. 

The third guy was still behind me, with my legs up and feet resting on his shoulders and his arms around my upper thighs pulling me into him to bury his staff as deep inside me as he could. I was trying to tighten my hole around him but I felt it was no use after all that had happened, but I tried anyway. Squirming a little bit on him, he quickened his pace and I hoped he was about to let his juice go in me. 

But as his cock tightened, he didn't blow off inside me, rather, he pulled his cock out and laid it between my dick and the inside of my thigh and started moving back and forth. The girth and the weight of his manhood felt great in that area of my body. He was pumping like he was fucking me, rubbing my shaft with his and I lost it. My cock started jumping and spitting cum down on my belly. I felt his cock lift once. As it dropped back down on my I felt his cum hit by stomach.

This must have been all the construction worker needed because as I felt the second stream of cum for the third guy, the construction worker let out a moan that caught my attention and I looked just in time to watch a milky stream of honey shoot out of the slit of his six inch shaft.

The room was full of sweaty and exhausted men. But I ventured to guess that we were all very sexually satisfied. Breathing was heavy and there were a few sighs that only being spent could muster.

Towels and wet wipes were passed around as the clean up and cool down started. I could barely stand up to get dressed. I wasn't sure at this point if I would be able to ride by motorcycle home or if I needed to find a ride. But for now, I just had to find the drive to get dressed. 

I was sitting on a reclining chair putting my shoes on when I looked back over at the laptop. The screen-saver was up and it was a picture of a church with a scrolling message “Antioch Baptist Church”. Looking around surprised, I spotted a personalized leather bound bible on the night stand next to the bed. I seen some other things that seemed to allude to deaconship and church bulletin from a church out of Atlanta.

After we were all back in our clothes, the two late attendees shook my hand, gave me a couple names that I felt sure was not their real names and told me how much they enjoyed our time. The third guy suggested that I come back the next time they were in town. He told me that he had a friend that he thought I would really enjoy. 

I confirmed my ability to meet up with them and let J know to get in touch with me when they were back around. He said he would email me, or text me if I wanted to give him my number, so we exchanged phone numbers. I said my goodbyes and headed towards the door.

I have never been able to confirm it, even with attending two more men's meetings. However I am sure I was with a group of out of town deacons that met up before an actual deacon men's meeting after our rondevoux.

by Aiden

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