The Long And The Short Of It

As the party was sounding loud and boisterous downstairs, I was given a short break to chill out and sip some water. I’d been sweating like mad over the last couple of hours or so and although I was energised, Terry had suggested that a brief respite from activity would be a good idea. 

Billy kept us company. He was still naked and didn’t appear in the slightest embarrassed as he sprawled at the bottom of the bed, his now soft but still long and thick cock resting peacefully between his thighs. He was chatting to Terry, who remained fully clothed, just general banter and exchanging stories from their army days.

“So, you ready now, kid?” asked Terry, after about 15 minutes. I nodded. “Then I’ll let the boys know that the party is on!” and with that, he opened the door and went downstairs.

“You’ll enjoy the next part, Joe" said Billy. “Me an' the boys have partied like this before. Nobody ever leaves without a smile on their face, believe me. You might be the only bitch amongst the dogs, but we know how to show our women a good time, and we’ll be treating you the same. Just keep breathing, man. Keep breathing, relax and let us do the work".

He was stroking my leg as he spoke. It was an intimate gesture in this sex charged atmosphere, and oddly comforting from this overly masculine black giant of a man. 

The noise from the stairs indicated that the bulls were stampeding. Two seconds later they were crowding into the room, some already naked, others still pulling off their last items of clothing. I was very glad to see that Terry had given up his duties as host and had now joined them as a member of the gang. He looked, as always, very fit and beautifully shaped, and his solidly erect cock showed that he was anxious to get started.

I really don't remember all of the details of the next three or four hours, except that my cock, now free to express itself, was waving around like a small beacon of lust for most of the time. Those who weren't currently involved in the action on the bed – recuperating or merely satisfying voyueristic urges - were either stood, or sat on the chairs and benches around the room. They watched, made many low and ribald comments and occasionally cheered their mates on, whilst waiting to recharge their energies and plug an available hole.

I was rarely without a cock at one end or the other -  and more often than not, at both ends at once. Mostly, this was as I was held securely restrained, face up or down, on the bed. Sometimes I was suspended from the ceiling hooks, on one occasion with the soft ropes being utilised as a makeshift sling supporting my weight, with my wrists and ankles being held high and wide in the leather manacles. But sometimes I was manhandled around so much that the bondage paraphernalia just got in the way – like when Mark was standing, holding me with my legs around his waist as he fucked up into my channel. I was bent over backwards sucking Dave’s cock (with his hairy balls resting on my nose) while he supported my shoulders. 

I had my first ever double penetration with Matt and Sanjay. Matt had wedged his rigid, slightly bent 9 inches up my channel as I lay on my back, then holding me tight to him, rolled us both over so that he was underneath. Then, as I was clasped firmly to him and squatting with his cock deep in my arse, Sanjay shuffled between Matt's spread legs and somehow worked his veiny 8.5 inches in to my already occupied and increasingly elastic hole. I remember feeling like a totally ravaged slut at that point, wailing and crying out meaningless sounds of passion. Terry joined in, suddenly appearing, kneeling over Matt's head and steering his familiar long, thick cock into my gaping and grateful mouth. Then James and Titch were there too, so I really had my hands full (excuse the pun). 

A little later came another DP with Mike and Steve romping away up my rear, while I was busy trying to dislocate my jaw for Carl. And a third time in the final hour, with Terry and Titch sharing and stretching my, by now, seemingly permanently dilated anal ring, while I was trying to accommodate Billy in my mouth (only the first 5 inches – he was just too big to get any deeper down my throat). And again, I had my hands full, this time with Matt and Dave.

I had my first completely unexpected orgasm as I was being energetically and thoroughly fucked by Terry, early on in the proceedings. He had me kneeling and bent forward (two men were holding my arms stretched behind me and my legs were held wide by two others) with James pulling my slobbering mouth up and down on his wonderfully thick cock. Steve was reaching under me and rolling my nipples in his fingers, whilst Dave had my balls stretched down and was squeezing them gently in his big, hairy fist. I seemed to be surrounded by all of the guys who were running hands down my thighs and arms, pulling my arse cheeks apart for Terry to thrust between them as deeply as possible, someone was rubbing my abs and someone else was stroking my taint.....so much was happening that I couldn’t focus on any one thing. I’d been in chastity and unable to come for so long, and I was so preoccupied with the (so many) erotic sensations at the time, that it happened suddenly – and almost painfully. 

My rigid little cockhead rubbing against Dave's wrist was probably the final trigger. That, combined with my stretched out balls being gently and rhythmically squeezed in Dave's fist, my swollen nipples being tweaked in Steve's fingers and my puffy, over-sensitised anus being stretched and exercised around Terry's thick cock, all flipped a stimulation overload switch and my over excited, ignored little dick gushed what seemed to be about half a pint of hot, starchy cum, soaking Dave’s arm and the mattress beneath me. I remember that I was howling loudly around James' thick piece in my mouth, my drool running down onto his big hairy bollocks.

Actually, thinking back, I rather suspect that this had been orchestrated. Every man seemed to have some part to play in making me cum – and cum ferociously, with no manipulation to my cock at all (apart from the slight, and probably accidental, grazing of my cockhead against a hairy wrist). Whatever, it didn’t diminish my ardour, but I did feel even more passive/submissive and helpless because  THEY made me cum – I had no choice in it.

Several of the men cheered as I was practically spraying my spunk in thick, viscous ropes (and yelling “AAAARGHM UKKKN CCUUGHMIHN" for all I was worth around James' cock as it continued to batter my throat). Some of the various hands were withdrawn, others continued to fondle and grope, although Terry and James saw it through to the end in their spit-roast of me until they had also cum, almost simultaneously (and loudly in both cases). Instead of feeling exhausted, I just felt more horny. 

The next time I lost my load hands-free was only about 20 minutes later, when I was being deliciously fucked by Carl. Although he had probably the shortest cock in the group, he had a very wide cockhead which pummelled my craving prostate like a battering ram. I couldn’t do anything to stop it – I was suspended from the ceiling by my arms at the time, my legs being held up and out by Sanjay and Mike, as Carl fucked up into me from the front, while Matt reached around from behind, fingering my nipples and whispering in my ear that I was going to cum and to let it go NOW.

Then, about half an hour later, my third shuddering orgasm was practically inflicted on me, dominantly and masterfully, when Mark had me sitting on his cock with my legs in the splits to either side (and yes, restrained there), my arms held wide open (and yes, restrained there) and Mike feeding his length straight down my throat. Although that time, Terry had been tickling my balls and stroking my knob with his fingertips while Sanjay was avidly sucking my nipples off my chest.

The final time was with Billy. I would have loved to have experienced a DP with him and another but it just wasn’t going to work - even as stretched and loose as I’d become, Billy was just too much of a good thing - all by himself. Still, having my orgasm so sensationally fucked out of me with Billy’s monster cock was mindblowing enough, especially as, again, I was on my back, with Terry holding my legs up as he squatted over my face and made me gag on his cock, giving me his final cum load down my throat. I think I barely produced any spunk this time, but I felt extremely well drained.

And incredibly tired.

After Billy had pulled his deflating black python from my worn out hole, we all three stretched out on the damp and sticky bed, and relaxed.

Most of the guys had worn themselves out and had crashed out on chairs, both in the room or had gone downstairs. I have no idea who came how many times, but Terry said later that everybody blasted at least three loads each. 

Terry's spare room stank of sex. The towels which Terry had provided were all used and sticky, there were cum stains on the carpet and greasy lube just about everywhere.

I was dribbling spunk uncontrollably from my fucked-out anus. My jaw ached, my balls ached, my nipples were red, swollen and sore, and all I could taste in my mouth was cum. 

We just lay there, and slept.....

***

It was only a few days before I could walk properly again, although my asshole was sore for a week.

Terry invited me round to his place the following weekend. I think he needed to clean up and rest for a couple of days himself.

He’d received emails and messages from all the guys, thanking him for the party and asking him when the next one would be. Some had even said that a teenage boy arse made an exciting change from pussy, and had asked if I might want to meet up some time. 

Terry was, as ever, full of advice. “It's up to you, Joe. They’re all decent guys; you’ve said yourself that you want new experiences. I can sort you out with their contact details and I’m more than happy to invite them here, if that helps. 

I’ve said before, you’re a gorgeous kid. Any gay guy.....huh, not even necessarily gay, by the looks of it.....would love to get into your pants. But you’ve got to have the confidence to do something about it. Look, you’ve got some experience under you’re belt now. You're really getting the feel for what you like and what you want.

Just think about what you want next....and go for it".

So, over the next couple of months, I enjoyed some very entertaining (and restrained – ha ha!) threesomes with Terry and Mark, Terry and Matt, Terry and Sanjay, Terry and Steve, and Terry and Mike. And then Terry, Dave and James. Oh yes....and Terry, Carl and Titch.

After I’d built up my confidence a bit more, I went it alone, and met Billy....all by myself.

We must have looked a bit odd. Me, 5 foot 4 inches tall, blonde but otherwise hairless, golden skinned, lightly muscled and 18 years old but looking more like 14, and Billy - 6 foot 6 inches, 38 years old, broad, bald, beefy, black and heavily muscled. Oh, and he'd now shaved his groin completely smooth too. And yet......

It was with him that I realised that I could enjoy sex just as easily without the bondage. In fact, when Billy held me face down on his bed and licked his way from my neck, down my spine, down through my arse crease, spent ages sucking at, lapping at and drilling through my tight (again) ring with his tongue, then continuing down over my taint to my balls......oh wow. And then he flipped me over and spent ages sucking and nibbling on my nips....oh shit....and let’s not forget when he took my small little dick in his mouth and SUCKED MY CUM STRAIGHT OUT OF ME and I couldn’t do a thing to stop him....oh fuck.

But mostly, with Billy’s monumentally fat, 11 inch cock spearing my arse as I was literally hanging off him from underneath his hulking body, arms around his neck and heels locked together around his waist, I might just as well have been restrained anyway. 

In fact, Billy's tongue fucking my throat as he was breeding me made me feel utterly vulnerable and passive. When his huge thrusting cock was stretching my channel wide open, his massive cockhead lighting beacons of ecstacy way beyond my second sphincter and my prostate was pulsing carnal bliss against his throbbing shaft, I felt owned. Then when his heavy, pendulous balls were possessively slapping my wide spread arse cheeks as he pistoned his enormous and rigid dick through my straining, gleefully violated anus, he made me feel utterly dominated. As I was compelled to ejaculate totally and magnificently, spurting in helpless, liquid heat against his belly, he proved that he even had control over my involuntary orgasms. And dominated again, as he continued to fuck me with wild and savage abandon, in some positions I’d never imagined, for over an hour after I had cum, again. Then finally, with me feeling magnificently dominated and helpless and owned again, he bellowed “AAAGHHH FUCK, FUCK, OH FUUUUUUCK", flooding my welcoming bowels with his copious cum load. 

He had teased my overheated senses beyond endurance and, being so dominated, and owned, and especially fantastically controlled, I was helplessly forced to cum for the fourth time, with him.

***

So, what have I learnt? I’m young, I still have loads more to learn. But right now, I know that I have what a lot of big and dominant guys like – a young, small, hairless, tight, fit and supple little body. Couple that with perky, sensitive nipples and small but very responsive balls, a very willing and incredibly elastic, tight little hole and eager, deep throat....yeah, I can be your fantasy boy. 

But I know what I like, too. Big and beefy, hairy and muscles obviously, dominant and aggressive in sex, yes, of course....but also that each and every single man is different. So while the muscles and the hair is a turn-on, I'm not so shallow that that's all I see.

Oh, and I’m unapologetically the bottom boy, and submissive in sex - and loving it. In fact, feeling helpless, feeling owned, feeling dominated as I am being fucked, is the only way I can cum now. 

Mind you, I don’t really have much of a need to wank anymore, and I haven’t looked at porn in months. I just let my cum store up for a while, let my balls ache, until one of the guys (or anyone who is mature and dominant enough to take what he likes the look of...) fucks my involuntary load out of me, hands-free – and more often than not, several loads out of me. And believe me, they do. Every time. It’s what makes me so popular – and makes them feel like a dominant sex god.

Sure, of course I love what Terry does to me. And I DEFINITELY love what Billy does. But then, they all have something that is individually theirs...James and his oddly beefy flavoured cum, Mike who is gentle and passionate, Sanjay with his covering of thick body hair, Titch and his fabulous blue eyes, muscular Matt with his bent cock and fantastic energy....all of them, they all have something that I’m wildly attracted to. 

Now that I’ve had some experience, I feel much more confident to get out there and, as Terry always tells me, “go for it”. It's the only thing about sex that I can be quite aggressive about. The hunt and conquest of a dominant, sometimes hairy, overtly masculine, older man. Making them drain their cum into me, every bit as much as they are making me cum without ever having to have my own cock manually stimulated. Yes, I’ve met plenty of guys by myself now, and each and every one dominates and controls me and makes me cum wildly. And leaves, thinking that I’m the best piece of teenage ass that they’ve ever had and that they are, each and every one, the best top-men on the planet.

Am I scoring notches on my bed post? Hell yeah. Do I care? No. I’m glorying in my teenage desirability. Time to become a nun when I’m old.

Restraints? Yeah, sure, to help the party along. Bondage? Nice in it’s own way. Adds a bit of fun, y'know? But to be, and feel, properly dominated, properly controlled, passive and totally, utterly ravished in sex.....I just need the right dominant, assertive, sexually aggressive man. 

Or in fact, any man who is confident enough to take control of me – and give me what I need. 

That’s the long and the short of it.

THE END