Chapter 33 - a f.u.c.k party

Ian was so hot the sweat beaded on his exposed skin and ran in rivulets downward and dripped to the hard concrete floor. He was breathing hard, feeling the penetration, deeply in him, of the c.o.c.k currently f.u.c.k.i.n.g him. He opened his eyes and looked up at Ryan, or was it Rick? Maybe his name was Steve. Didn't matter, right now he was a c.o.c.k, thick and hard, plowing in his hole. Ian rocked back and forth, the sling swaying with their f.u.c.k.i.n.g and in the dim light of the bas.e.m.e.nt he saw the others, some standing just out of the ring of light from the b.a.r.e bulb, watching him take this f.u.c.k, the way he had his t.h.i.g.hs held in place as the guy drove his c.o.c.k into him, fast, full swings of his h.i.p.s.

Sounds of s.u.c.k.i.n.g, of guys m.o.a.ning and crying out from being penetrated echoed in the bas.e.m.e.nt. In the dark corners were moments when a swinging bulb would illuminate the n.a.k.e.d bodies, intertwined together with primitive undulating movement. The sound of s.e.x, the smell of s.e.x filled the air. It felt steamy in the bas.e.m.e.nt.

Ian agreed to come with his friend Brian, knowing how much Brian loved to go to a s.e.x party, but for Ian he wasn't so sure, usually preferring the simple hook-up when not dating someone. The house was in an old part of town, an area of old homes recently renovated and this one was no exception. The living areas had been beautifully renovated, furnished with modern furniture and art on all the walls. But they hadn't come to be social and the eight of them were soon in the bas.e.m.e.nt where only two b.a.r.e bulbs barely illuminated the low space, divided up into small areas by the support piers for the house. Ian saw the sling as soon as he came down the steep stairs, it sitting prominently under one light bulb, centered in its circle of light.

He recognized a couple of the other guys, Chris who worked at his company in another department and Sam who had a landscaping company some friends of his used. The others he introduced himself but knew he would have trouble remembering their names. Instead he'd remember what they looked like n.a.k.e.d. They each stripped off their clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on a small table to the side of the room. Ian looked at the different bodies, the lean ones, with fair smooth skin, the muscular bodies of those who worked out regularly, their bodies shaved smooth, and there were those who were average, bodies in shape but not bulked up, and Ian noticed each one's c.o.c.k, the differences in shape, color and how all but one were cut.

At first they had stood around, rubbing hands over each other, kissing, fondling c.o.c.ks, getting them hard. Then a couple of guys were squatted down, s.u.c.k.i.n.g, noisily taking a guy's c.o.c.k. Brian was standing behind Sam, rubbing his c.h.e.s.t and pumping his c.o.c.k against Sam's a.s.s while another guy s.u.c.k.e.d Sam's c.o.c.k. Ian was hesitant at first, stood to the side, watching, sensing how the atmosphere was changing; the charge in the air. He watched Chris being led to the sling, watched as two guys put wrist and ankle cuffs on him, pushed him back into the sling and secured him. Ian's view was blocked and he moved forward till he was standing to the side watching one of the guys rim Chris, loosen him up, get him wet and wanting. The other guy, one of the gym guys was at Chris' head rubbing his c.o.c.k over his face as Chris moved his open mouth around trying to capture the c.o.c.k. The guy took Chris' head and held it at the angle he wanted and he slid his c.o.c.k into Chris' mouth, slowly till Ian could see how his air was cut off, his face and throat turning red, and the guy pulled back, only to do it again.

Ian watched as the guys took turns, f.u.c.k.i.n.g Chris, watched the way they slammed their h.i.p.s against his a.s.s, burying their c.o.c.ks deep, pumping their h.i.p.s so hard and fast they began to sweat, their skin glistening in the light. Ian absentmindedly took his c.o.c.k in hand, it already hard, the head wet and he stroked slowly as he watched. Then he heard a smack of a hand and someone cry out. He turned and saw Brian had Sam bent over, his c.o.c.k buried deeply into him as he was bringing his hand down hard on one cheek. The smack echoed in the bas.e.m.e.nt making Sam cried out, and he pushed back, trying to get more of Brian inside his hole.

One of the guys came up behind Ian, ran his hand over Ian's a.s.s and leaned close.

"You look ready for some fun" he whispered in Ian's ear and Ian turned toward him slowly, felt his hard c.o.c.k brush against the guy as he faced him. Soon Ian felt lips on his neck, around his ear, and hands on his a.s.s, wrapped around his c.o.c.k, stroking it, smearing the slick down its length. Ian didn't see Chris being released, didn't see him take off the cuffs and move close, watching Ian being fondled, manhandled. Ian felt his guy moved down his c.h.e.s.t, over his stomach and soon take his c.o.c.k, s.u.c.k.i.n.g it into his mouth. Ian m.o.a.n.e.d loudly. Chris came up to him, grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head back and kissed him roughly.

"You want to get f.u.c.k.e.d?" Chris asked Ian. Ian could only nod yes as he felt the men touching him, s.u.c.k.i.n.g his c.o.c.k, probing between his cheeks, touching him there. Chris picked up the cuffs and put them on Ian, working slowly but deliberately, getting each one on. The guy s.u.c.k.i.n.g Ian's c.o.c.k had helped get the ankle cuffs on and then Ian felt his body move, get led to the sling, felt himself fall back on to the leather pad and he raised his legs letting them be secured to the chain supporting the sling. He felt one arm being secured then the other as Chris moved between his legs and push a finger into his hole, stretching him open. He hung there taking it, one finger, then two, three and finally, painfully, four as he felt his hole being stretched open. He leaned up and watched Chris, the look of determination on his face, of d.e.s.i.r.e and Chris looked up at Ian and smiled.

"Ian, I'm going to f.u.c.k the shit out of you" he said as he moved up between Ian's legs, wrapped his arms around each t.h.i.g.h, pushing his c.o.c.k into the stretched out hole. Ian felt Chris sink into him, felt him push it all the way in till his h.i.p.s pushed against his a.s.s. Ian threw his head back and cried out. He didn't have time to rise back up when one of the guys was on him, rubbing his wet leaking c.o.c.k over Ian's lips, smearing the slick over them, over his nose and cheeks.

"Suck me" the guy commanded as he finally let his c.o.c.k rest on Ian's lips, and Ian open his mouth allowing the c.o.c.k to slide in. Ian took the f.u.c.k, the way the c.o.c.k slid into him, pushed deep into his body, and he felt the way the sling rocked with their movements, the way he felt so exposed, spread open, and he felt his c.o.c.k flop back and forth knowing it was still hard. Ian lost track of time, didn't know how long Chris was at him, f.u.c.k.i.n.g him but suddenly he was swinging alone, his body still secured in the sling. He felt the sweat beading up on his skin, felt the way his hole felt like it was still pried open, and he felt the wetness of c.u.m on his a.s.s as it trickled down from his hole. The taste of c.u.m filled his mouth and he swallowed again as he raised up trying to see what was going on. He could hear the s.e.x, smell the s.e.x and he wanted more. Suddenly Sam and Brian came into the light, both still hard, their c.o.c.ks glistening wet and slick. Sam wasted no time in plunging his c.o.c.k into Ian, slammed in so hard he rocked the sling back and forth pumping Ian's body along his c.o.c.k. Brian came to Ian's side and leaned over and Ian felt the warm mouth take his c.o.c.k, suck on the head, the tongue working along the shaft. He was so close and was probably the last guy who had not c.u.m yet and Brain s.u.c.k.e.d him hard, worked his lips over the head and down the shaft till Ian felt his c.u.m surging through his c.o.c.k and he shoved upward and pumped his load into Brain's mouth feeling him suck harder, felt his throat swallowed each wad.

"Goddamn his a.s.s is milking my c.o.c.k" Sam cried out and he hammered his c.o.c.k into Ian, swung his h.i.p.s fast and hard and as he watched Brian lick Ian's c.o.c.k clean he pumped his c.u.m deep into Ian. He kept f.u.c.k.i.n.g, his c.o.c.k still hard as he worked it through the c.u.m, smeared it through Ian's tunnel and over his shaft till he felt it pump back out against him. "F.u.c.k, I'm spent" he said as he pulled back, his c.o.c.k finally deflating.

Then Ian had two other guys come over, both standing at his spread legs, one burying his c.o.c.k into Ian as the other urged him on. Ian looked at the guy, one he couldn't remember his name and he didn't care as he fell back letting his body relax into the f.u.c.k, take the c.o.c.k plowing through his hole. He felt the hard jerk of the sling with every thrust, felt the way the guy held his legs tight to his sweaty c.h.e.s.t, his h.i.p.s banging against his a.s.s. The other guy began to rub Ian's c.h.e.s.t and stomach, to stroke his c.o.c.k as it began to get erect again. He leaned over and kissed Ian, ran his lips over Ian's neck, down his c.h.e.s.t to one n.i.p.p.l.e. He tongued it, s.u.c.k.e.d it in his mouth, and then he bit down on it. The pain shot through Ian, the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and he felt the guy f.u.c.k.i.n.g him pump hard, short jabs into his a.s.s and he knew he was coming.

Ian leaned up and watched as the guy who had f.u.c.k.e.d him pulled back, his long c.o.c.k deflating, and Ian watched the other one moved from his side and up between his legs, and Ian noticed how the guy's c.o.c.k, now fully hard, the head wet, drool of pre-c.u.m hanging from it, was a blunt thick instrument. The guy's hand didn't reach around it as he moved up to Ian, and Ian felt it rub his hole, smear the leaking c.u.m over it and then he felt the guy push hard against him. Ian felt the thick c.o.c.k breach his hole, stretch him open even more and he fell back, his body arched up, tight, taking the pain, focusing on it, letting it turn to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e as the c.o.c.k slid into him, drilling into his hole.

Brain and Sam came back to his side. Sam took Ian's c.o.c.k, stroking it slowly, as they watched Ian take this c.o.c.k, watched it slide back and forth through the stretched out ring of his hole.

"Damn, that is hot" Sam muttered under his breath. Ian was sweating profusely, felt it run downward on his body. He felt hot, every sensation, the c.o.c.k plunging into his hole, the hand on his c.o.c.k and then Brain kissing him on the mouth. Ian felt his c.o.c.k get wetter, felt the way Sam's hand let go, then the sensation of Sam's mouth enveloping it, s.u.c.k.i.n.g it. Ian bucked upward, pushed down with his a.s.s, feeling his body respond, feeling his need to c.u.m rise up quickly and suddenly he felt his c.u.m surge through his c.o.c.k again, exploding into the suctioning mouth. Ian felt his hole spasm, painfully, around the thick c.o.c.k and the guy shoved in hard and cried out he was coming.

Then it was over, and Ian lay in the sling exhausted as Brian and Sam worked to release him. He felt how exposed he was, n.a.k.e.d, in the bright light as others moved in the shadows. He heard them talking quietly and knew they were already getting dressed. Brain came over wearing his jeans, shirt still off, c.u.m running down his c.h.e.s.t.

"You good?"

"Yeah" Ian replied. "Help me up will ya?"