21 Bannerman Road

by Livingforcock

24 Dec 2016 14011 readers Score 8.1 (105 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


When he got home, Zach was knackered. Work had been a nightmare. It was as if his year eleven pupils didn't want to learn about Of Mice and Men. Being a secondary school English teacher wasn't what the careers officer at uni had promised. 

So as not to ruin his weekend, Zach put his career worries aside, stripped, showered quickly and blow-dried his hair in front of the mirror. When he'd finished styling, he checked himself out a little in the mirror. His attention immediately turned to his stomach. It was his least favourite thing about himself, it wouldn't tone how he wanted it to, despite it being muscly. His arms and legs, he was pleased with, and his arse even more so. He turned sideways to admire it in the mirror. It was muscular but round, a bit of a bubble butt. It was just hairy enough that gay guys knew they were shagging a bloke, but not so hairy as to be off putting. He grasped each cheek and wobbled it a bit, then he turned his back on the mirror and parted his cheeks so that he could see his pink hole in the middle. It was still a little wet from the shower, and it wasn't as tight as it used to be - 10 years of being fucked did that to you. Although he'd found most guys quite liked that about it recently. It showed you were experienced and could take a dick like a man. 

When he'd finished flexing and the like in the mirror, he threw on a grey muscle fit tee, dark skinny jeans and a bomber jacket, and headed downstairs to order an Uber. While he was waiting for his car, Zach put on Chelsea boots and a squirt of Bleu de Chanel. He examined his perfect teeth in the mirror before exiting and locking the door.

Sat in the Uber on the way to the party, Zach thought about where he was going. He'd never been to something like this before and he was a little nervous, but excited.

He got out of the Uber at the end of Bannerman Road and made his way to the door with a brass 21 on it. There, he was made to recite the password that he'd memorised from the flyer advertising the party. "Eggplant" he said, and the doorman let him past. He was directed up some stairs by another man inside, and was then greeted by a third guy, though this one had a much less bouncer-esque look to him. He was around Zach's age, but slimmer and shorter. He was wearing tight jeans and a polo shirt. Zach observed that his arms and legs looked pretty firm and toned despite being skinny. 

"Hi, I'm Jake" said the guy, extending a hand. "Zach" said Zach, smiling and shaking it casually. "Welcome, please undress to your underwear and put your clothes in here". Jake scrawled 'Zac' on a linen bag in marker pen and handed it to Zach, who eagerly undressed down to his Versace boxer-briefs, and stuffed his clothes in the bag, boots first.

Jake took the bag, and hung it with the others behind him. He looked Zach up and down and smiled. "Help yourself to drinks which are on the tables, you'll find lube and poppers and shit dotted around too" he said. Zach smiled back and when Jake gestured towards the door, made for it, noticing as he did, the bulge in Jake's skinny jeans. 

What Zach saw when he opened the door made him instantly hard, his boxers getting very tight. He was in a large, dimly lit lounge type room with four sofas at each wall, and beanbags dotted around on the floor. Several tables were covered in alcoholic drinks, and there were bowls of poppers, cockrings, and small bottles of lube. More importantly, there were around a dozen men having sex with each other all around the room. Several were sucking cock, one pair were laid on one of the sofas sixty-nining, some twink was on his back on one of the beanbags with a guy around Zach's age and build, fucking him so hard and fast his ass was a blur. The room was filled with groans and sighs, even the occasional scream, and it was humid, the smell of sex thick in the air. Hottest of all, there was a couple on the floor smack bang in the middle of the room. A well built dude of around 25 was on his hands and knees, desperately pulling himself off whilst a geeky looking, skinny yet toned guy went to town on his arse. 

Zach took the room in as he took a few vodka shots from the table nearest the door. Most guys had abandoned their underwear, various designer brands littered the floor. Since everyone seemed paired up and content, his entrance getting little attention, Zach strode through the room happily to the door which had a sign reading "more this way". In the hallway beyond there were three doors. The first, simply said "three little pigs".

Inside was a brightly lit bedroom. On the bed were four guys. Three, wearing pig masks on their faces, were on their knees, arses in the air, masked faces in pillows, and the fourth guy, a muscular black dude, had his cock in the third, who was moaning loudly. The top turned around and nodded at Zach, not bothering to stop thrusting. When Zach looked a little hesitant, he said "just fuck them, they're anonymous sluts". 

Zach chose quickly, and went for the one in the middle, who was completely smooth all over. As he knelt on the bed, Zach noticed that around his legs, pulled down to his knees, was a lacy pair of black knickers. He'd never even thought about this, but he was surprise to find the submissive femininity of it turned him on. He pulled his own underwear down to his knees, letting his cock rest on the ass in front of him. He lubed up his dick, and slowly pushed it into the wet, warm opening before him, a hand on each of the dudes smooth ass cheeks. The bottom moaned softly as he pushed in, and when his balls touched his ass, he paused to savour the feeling. Zach glanced to his right. About a foot away, the other top was continuing his rhythmic pounding of the other bottom. 

Sensing his 'anonymous slut's impatience, Zach started to follow suit, slowly gyrating his hips, letting his length fill up the arse and then teasing by almost pulling out. When Zach was satisfied that his partner was ready, he left just the tip of his six inches in the hole, then he grabbed the bottom's hips, and slammed into him fast, so that he was balls deep again. The guy groaned blissfully, pushing his buttocks into Zach, and tightening his hole around the base of his dick. 

After a few minutes of pounding, the guy on Zach's right pulled out and drenched his bottoms arched back in jizz. This was too much for Zach, who instantly came, squirting his load deep in the now loosened arse before him. The other top slapped the arse of his little piggy and left Zach to pull his cock out too. As he did so, his hot white cum ran down the bottom's crack onto his balls and down his legs, pooling on the black lacy underwear still stretched tight around his knees. Zach committed this image to memory and pulled his own underwear up over his wet dick. Seeing the lube stain on their crotch, he took them off and discarded them in the corner before making his own exit.

To be continued...