I get really used up
The next visit with Gene came almost a month later; work had me traveling, family stuff piled up, and honestly, my ass needed the recovery time after that epic three-person session. We’d texted nonstop, though. Gene kept the heat on: teasing about the new guy (let’s call him Vince), how versatile he was, how he’d be happy to bottom if I wanted to flip the script, and how the four of us could make it balanced, no one left out. I was hesitant at first. Three had been intense: the stretch of two cocks in my ass at once left me sore for days, gaping and leaking, but the fullness, the way my prostate got hammered from every angle… it was addictive. Four felt like pushing into uncharted territory. But Gene’s words got to me: “Vince is hung but patient. We’ll go slow, lots of lube, poppers if you want ’em. And if your hole needs a break, you can fuck him instead. Or watch us wreck him while you recover. Your call, Dick, no pressure.”
I caved. The anticipation built all week, me prepping quietly at home with plugs, stretching gradually, eating light the day before (white rice, peeled veggies, nothing heavy on fiber), douching thoroughly, packing extra lube and a small bottle of poppers just in case. I arrived at Gene’s condo Saturday morning around 11, nerves buzzing under the excitement.
Gene opened the door naked, hard already, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Ray was on the couch in boxers, stroking lazily; Paul stood by the kitchen counter in sweats; and Vince, the new guy, was there too, leaning against the wall, smiling easily. Mid-70s, fit for his age, salt-and-pepper hair, broad chest, and when he stripped later, a thick 7-incher with a slight upward curve and heavy balls. Versatile, as Gene said, he’d bottomed plenty and loved it.
We started easy, no rush. Living room circle: me on my knees in the center again. Four cocks presented: Gene’s long and veined, Ray’s thick girth, Paul’s heavy uncut weight, Vince’s curved beauty. I worked them one by one, slow worship: sucking deep, tonguing balls, taking them to the throat while hands roamed my head, shoulders, ass. They rotated, patient, letting me savor each flavor, each texture. Gene came first down my throat; Ray followed, thick spurts I swallowed greedily. Paul and Vince held off, stroking while I cleaned the others.
Then the ass round, solo turns to warm me up properly. Bed stripped again. I got on all fours, ass high. Gene first: raw slide in, familiar deep strokes building me slow. He fucked me steady, pulling out before either of us came. Ray next, thicker stretch, powerful pumps that made me moan loud. Paul followed: slow rolls, letting me feel every inch drag. Vince last: his curve hit my prostate perfectly on every thrust; he talked dirty low, “Such a hungry hole… gonna open you wide for us all.”
Rest, water, towels, fingers dipping in to check how loose I was (very, cum already leaking, hole puffy and ready). Then the main event: four-man overload.
They positioned me on my back, legs pulled high and wide, supported by pillows and strong hands. Lube everywhere, Gene slathered it on cocks and my hole. First DP: Gene and Ray. Gene slid in easy, held still; Ray pressed alongside, slow push until both were buried deep. The burn was fierce but good, two thick shafts stretching me to the limit, rubbing against each other inside. They moved carefully at first, alternating thrusts, then synced, deep grinds that mashed my prostate relentlessly. I gasped, moaned, pre-cum dripping steadily. Paul knelt by my head, feeding me his heavy cock; I sucked sloppy, throat open while my ass was double-stuffed.
Vince watched, stroking, then joined: when Gene and Ray pulled back slightly, he eased in alongside them for a brief triple stretch, three cocks breaching my ring at once. It was overwhelming, burning fire turning to pure, full ecstasy as they held still, letting me adjust. I whimpered around Paul’s cock; my hole clenched hard, milking them. They didn’t stay triple long, just enough to feel the impossible fullness, then back to double (Gene + Vince this time, their rhythms syncing while Ray took my mouth). The rotation continued: pairs swapping in my ass (Ray + Paul, Gene + Paul, etc.), always one in my throat, hands everywhere, pinching nipples, stroking my leaking cock.
I came first, prostate orgasm ripping through, ass spasming around the two cocks inside, milking loads out of them. Gene and whoever was paired with him groaned, flooding me deep. The others followed in waves: hot spurts mixing inside, overflowing, running down my crack. Mouth full, I swallowed another load while cum leaked from my wrecked hole.
We collapsed, sweaty, panting, laughing. No one pushed for more right then; my ass was throbbing, beautifully used, gaping wide. Gentle cleanup: Gene wiped me tenderly, fingers scooping cum to feed me; Vince kissed me soft, murmuring thanks. They all took turns holding me, spooning, soft touches.
Later shower, four of us under the spray, soapy hands exploring, no penetration, just appreciation. Vince whispered he’d love me to fuck him next time if I wanted; I smiled, already imagining it.
When I left late afternoon, ass sore and full, leaking their combined loads down my thighs, Gene kissed me at the door: “Told you four would work. You’re incredible. Next month? Same crew, or you pick the fifth?”
I drove home grinning, body humming, tasting four different men on my tongue, already counting down to when I’d be ready for more.
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