Rod: A Trip to Florida

Jamal?

Within minutes, Jamal had Andre on the phone, which he quickly put on speaker.  Andre said he would love to come over, and wasn't all that far away.  He also said he would bring Jose with him, as long as Jamal was promising enough to keep them entertained.

Jamal laughed:  "I have a naive young man here who has no idea how much of a top he is.  And another who's almost dying to be a bottom, with a fair bit of dripping cum to prove it already."  Andre returned the laugh:  "We're done with this club anyway.  We're bringing Marc as well."

With that, Jamal turned to Rod, who he continued kissing on and off, his dick hard and dripping:  "Let's get this man prepped already."  And with that he got Rod to tie me to the bed, and then got ready to put a blindfold on me:  "This will accentuate the rest of your senses.  You've been a champ so far."

Rod kissed me, said he loved me, and repeated what he had said so often about how much he loved my blue eyes.  Jamal looked at him, I almost thought half jealously, and said he had a great idea, as he held Rod's hand and jacked his huge thick dick.  As he started shooting, Jamal directed his dick to my eyes, and let his cum ooze right into them.  "It may burn a bit, but even his eyes will get some dna now, so let it be."  It did sting, at first a lot, but quickly easing, but I had surrendered about as much as I thought possible, as Jamal then had Rod put the blindfold on and tie it around my head.

Just as that was finishing, Andre arrived.  He sounded youngish, but it would be hours before I would see any of them.  Jose spoke.  He sounded quite older, maybe Hispanic.  Marc sounded somewhere in between.  And I was doing my best not to drift off to sleep, despite their collective planning, in between hearing kisses, horny laughing, and what I guessed was the sound of guys taking their clothes off.

What I didn't know, in the midst of the chaos, was that Jamal was slipping out with Rod.  I would learn later that Jamal knew that Rod was getting tired, and that Jamal seemed to have designs of his own on Rod, as well as designs on how he thought Rod should treat me.  And in the meantime his three friends were more than keen to get off on using up the tied up former top white guy.  So I became their captive entertainment, admittedly not all that unwillingly, despite being tied up, and Jamal took Rod out to the lounges by the pool.

I would learn later that Jamal was smitten with Rod, and spent the next hour making out with him, fucking him deep until Rod came, without even touching himself, as Jamal unloaded deep inside him, and then falling asleep with him, Jamal's dick still deep inside.

I did my best to pay attention, despite being tied up and blindfolded, but I was tired, already used, and clearly in control of nothing at all, as each of Andre, Jose and Marc used me, sometimes alone, sometimes in twos, and sometimes all together, as near as I could tell, until I thought I would pass out, on a number of occasions, in each case then fucked back to reality.  I knew I had dreamt of this, but it was a bit overwhelming.  Sometimes they went into Spanish, so I didn't even know what they were saying.  But they kept going, as if their evening had just started.

I guessed that Jamal and Rod weren't there, but I was also trying to focus on who was what.  One of them was uncut.  I think two of them were cut.  One had a huge huge dickhead:  I could barely get it all in my mouth.  One seemed longer than any of the others.  I was certain I was not totally deepthroating at least two of them.  One of them seemed to shoot significantly more than the others.  One tasted fairly bitter.  One almost sweet.  Cum felt like it was everywhere.  I think two of them double-fucked me?  At least once I think two of them shot in my mouth at the same time.  

And my ass?  I just kept thinking of a woman getting gang-banged in straight porn.  I was sore.  I felt swollen.  I could hear them coaching each other.  I could hear laughing.  I'd almost fall asleep.  I'd hear someone talking about a rosebud or something.  I would almost feel content with someone's hard dick seemingly resting in my ass, which somehow felt tighter than usual.  And then I would be thrust back to my senses.  I had to have shot myself at least twice, based on their comments.  All I could smell was sex.  

And finally they seemed spent, as they untied me, and told off the blinders.