At 3am, I was wide awake – wired and horny as fuck from the combination of lager and lines of cocaine I’d spent the evening consuming round my mates place. I’d come home about 1, given up on the idea of sleep, and was alternabetween watching porn, stroking my dick and chatting on gaydar. My cock was aching from nearly 2 hours of edging, nuts aching and swollen, but I’d still not cum, probably the after effect of the coke.
The rooms were pretty quiet, not much going on at this time of night; then I saw a message in the East London room from a profile called hornylads. Clicking on it, I could see the profile was new, with no details, no pictures. The message was short, and repeated every few minutes: “wired and horny…need relief…pvt”.
I sent a message back…”intriguing…what kind of relief are you after?”
“oral….handjob…whatever…we just wanna get off…” came the reply
“6 of us here”
My interest was definitely piqued now. “6????”
“J yeah. You interested?”
“Definitely, but how come you don’t sort each other out?”
“We’re all straight - in from a night out on the booze. None of us got lucky, and we’re all horny as fuck. Need someone to come get us all off…”
My dick throbbed, my mind racing “Pics?”
“Whats yr number? I’ll get the guys to send you some”
I told him, fully expecting never to hear back, or for a flood of abusive texts to follow. Instead, over the next few minutes, I got 7 messages back, all from unknown numbers, containing cock shots taken individually, some hard, some soft. The last message was taken from above, and showed 6 men standing around a table, jeans undone, their cocks slipped through their boxers.
I messaged back …” where ru”
He named a house a few streets away
“Be there in 5…”
I knocked, and the door was opened a few seconds later. “I hear you boys are in need of a cocksucker…” I grinned.
The guy was obviously high as a kite, and let me in without a word. I followed him down the hallway and into the lounge. It was baking hot and loud; a group of guys sat around with drinks, straight porn playing on the telly and several bags of coke on the table. He handed me a beer and pointed to the table – “you wanna couple of lines before we get started?”
I dropped to my knees, and snorted down a couple of fat lines that were already laid out on the table, feeling the affect hit my brain almost immediately, my heart pounding in my ears, my face flushing red in the heat. I turned around to face the crowd, and asked “…so … who’s first?”
No-one moved at first, all the bravado suddenly gone. “C’mon guys – get em out and I’ll make you cum your brains out”
“I’ll go first” said a guy from the corner of the room. He looked a lot younger than the rest, maybe 18 at the most. He was slim and blonde, and unlike the rest of the group was quietly sitting on the sofa, looking a bit lost.
The room erupted with a cheer from the other guys as he stood up, walked over to me and started to unbutton his jeans letting his dick flop out. It was long and thin, uncut and surrounded by trimmed, blonde pubes, and a pair of low hanging nuts that he’d obviously shaven smooth. He let his jeans fall to the floor and stood in front of me, almost completely naked. I looked up at his body – trim, but well defined, and almost completely smooth except for a trail of downy blonde hair leading from his navel down to his dick.
I turned my back on the telly so he could watch the porn that was playing, and slipped his cock between my lips; it was musty and sweaty and salty and started to stiffen as soon as I took it down. He pumped his hips back and forth, forcing his shaft in and out, between my lips. I pulled back his foreskin with my mouth and started to lick his glans around and around, making him moan in pleasure. Soon, he was hard as a rock and fucking my mouth and throat violently, both of his hands on the back of my head. I could taste a stream of precum flowing from his dick, down my throat; his nuts slapped me on the chin each time he pushed his hips forward. It only took a couple of minutes, and I felt him stiffen, and start to shoot his load down my throat. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled my mouth, and I struggled to swallow it all, some of it escaping from the corner of my mouth.
When he finished shooting, he pulled his dick from my mouth, tucking it back into his jeans. He said, “umm…thanks…” before walking away, back to his beer.
A second guy jumped to his feet, and headed over to me. “You’ve had my little brother – now it’s my turn…” He was a complete physical opposite to his brother. He was dark haired, heavily muscled, with tattoos and hair covering his chest and abs. He whipped out his own dick, which, like his brother’s was uncut and long, but this was thicker, nestled in an untrimmed bush at the base. I could see he was already hard as he pulled his boxers over his boner, and rammed his dick in my mouth.
I almost choked as the bell end pounded the back of my throat, gagging at the unwashed taste that filled my mouth. He pulled my face deep onto his knob, burying my nose in his bushy pubes. “Yeah, cocksucker….suck on my big dick” he cried out to more cheers from his mates. I could barely breathe, the girth of his cock filling my throat, and his insistence of pulling my head down onto his shaft meaning my nose was constantly pressed into his musty crotch.
He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled it into his crotch as he thrust his knob forward, face fucking me for what seemed like ages, before pulling his cock out of my mouth, and starting to jerk it back and forth in his meaty fist, beckoning other guys to come and join in. “C’mon guys lets cover this cocksucker with cum” he drunkenly yelled.
They all stood up, and stood around me in a circle, cocks in their hands, jerking their meat. I sucked cock after cock in turn, some guys letting me take complete control and standing with their hands behind their heads as I worked their meat; others fucking my throat violently and making me choke their dicks down, hands on the back of my head, forcing my face onto their rock hard dicks. All of them now had stripped off their shirts, and let their jeans fall to the floor, a wall of muscled bodies and cocks surrounding me, the room filled with the scent of sweat, beer and musty cock.
I sucked dick after dick; some big, some smaller – all rock hard. Some of the guys liked having their nuts pulled on while I sucked, others just held my face and thrust their cocks down my throat. I saw the young blonde guy I had started on was watching from the sofa – I could see that he hadn’t got dressed, and he was hard again, slowly stroking his dick as he watched his older brother’s mates surrounding me, jerking themselves as I sucked their cocks, one after the other. I beckoned to him to come back, but he just smiled, shook his head and continued to watch the scene, slowly jerking himself, unobserved by the others.
My own dick was so stiff now, painfully crushed against my abdomen inside my jeans, but I was unable to stop and unbutton them to release it. I could feel the precum oozing from the tip, the sticky wetness of it soaking my jeans as my aching balls throbbed with the excitement. Slightly distracted by the discomfort, I was taken by surprise when the guy I was sucking suddenly moaned and started shooting his load in my mouth; not the biggest cumshot I’d taken before, but salty, warm and thick on my tongue. He pumped his last few spurts into my mouth, before pulling out, his dick already getting soft as he wiped the tip of his dick on my face, smearing the remnants of his cum on my cheek. He pulled up his jeans and walked away; the circle of guys closed in around me, and another cock replaced his in my mouth.
He quickly came too; a massive load this time that erupted from his cut cock, the first few shots landing on my tongue, before he pulled out, still shooting and spraying all over my face. He worked his cock in his hand, eyes closed, hips thrusting forward with each spray of spunk moaning all the time. When he’d finished, he wiped the tip of his dick with his finger, rubbing the last drop through my hair, before awkwardly stuffing his still erect penis back in his boxers and buttoning his jeans and leaving the circle.
It became a blur after that – cock after cock either spunked on my face or down my throat. I lost count of the number of loads I took, and I suspect some of the guys came back again, their hardons fuelled by beer and drugs. My face was dripping with cum, and large wet stains covered my tshirt and jeans. My mouth ached from the number of dicks that had fucked it, and my dick and nuts throbbed, desperately needing to cum. All the time, the young blonde guy sat alone on the sofa, stroking; the other guys leaving the room one at a time, once they were done with my mouth.
Suddenly, it seemed, there was only one guy left, standing in front of me – the muscled, dark haired guy who’d got me over in the first place. He was pounding his meat furiously, the effect of the drugs meaning his orgasm was slow to arrive. I leaned forward, knocking his fist away from his dick, replacing it with my mouth, my tongue starting to work his cockhead around and around. I pulled on his hairy nutsack, gently at first, then as I could see from his moans that he liked it, harder and harder, almost to the point of being brutal. Again he grabbed my head and ground my face into his crotch, his long, fat dick sliding easily down the back of my throat. I reached around, and grabbed his arse, kneading the cheeks, pulling him forward on my throat. The touch of my hands on his butt seemed to finally send him over the edge, and he grunted loudly, pulled on the back of my head, and started to ejaculate.
His orgasm seemed to spasm through his entire body, hips bucking each time his nuts pumped another spurt of hot, salty cum deep into my throat; I was struggling to swallow it all down between the thrusts of his long, girthy cock. He continued to fuck my mouth after he’d cum, my tongue running up the underside, and around the head as his boner started to subside, not stopping until he was completely flaccid. He stumbled drunkenly as he lent forward to pull up his jeans; mumbling “…let yourself out…I’m fucked, and going to bed…” before stumbling out of the room.
I got slowly to my feet, reeking of sweat and spunk, my own erection now painfully visible against the leg of my jeans. “They’ve all left or crashed out upstairs” said the blonde guy, grinning… “…you’ve worn them all out.” He was completely naked, and was slowly playing with his dick as he spoke. I noticed he’d turned the straight porn that had been playing on the telly off.
I wandered over to him, wanting to taste his dick again, planning to suck him dry and then head home for a shower and a wank. As I approached, he said “…you get off doing this…you know, sucking a bunch of guys you don’t know?” I nodded, “…yeah, it really turns me on – sucking dick makes me really horny. Tonight will give me wank material for weeks. In fact, I’m planning on sucking you off again, then heading home to clean up and jerk off in the shower…” He fixed his gaze on me and started stroking again. I sat down beside him, and he continued “…it’s ok – if you want to get your dick out here, that’s fine with me, I don’t mind….Anyway, you don’t want to walk home with a boner like that in your jeans”
The thought of jerking off with this guy made my cock throb, and I quickly unbuckled my belt, pulling my jeans off, and letting my dick free. I pulled my tshirt off, over my head, and we sat next to each other, completely naked – close enough to feel each other’s body heat. I could see him checking me out – eyes roaming over my chest and abs and watching me intently as my hand gently stroked my cut cock. I reached over and placed my hand on his thigh, slowly running my fingers up his leg and onto his torso, onto his abs and chest. Placing my palm flat on his stomach, I splayed my fingers, letting a finger play briefly with his navel, before sliding my hand down until his penis was between my fingers. He sighed, and leant back on the couch, hands behind his head, letting me take over. I wrapped my hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly, but firmly, at the same time as I did my own, pausing every now and then to transfer some of my precum to the uncut tip of his dick.
He let me continue for several minutes, before he opened his eyes, leant over and ran his hand over my lower torso, pushing my own hand away and taking over the stroking of my cock, his fingers exploring my dick, playing with the cut head. We sat on the sofa, playing with each other, boners hard in each other’s fists, edging ourselves; pausing every now and then to let our mutual orgasms subside. After we’d both came close to climax several times, I withdrew my hand, and leaned forward to taste his cock again. To my surprise he did the same, and we manoeuvred ourselves so that we were both lying along the sofa on our sides – his dick level with my face, mine with his. As I took him in my mouth again, I gasped as he did the same to me; his warm, mouth enveloping my dick, his wet lips wrapped tightly around my shaft, squeezing it as he slid it down his throat.
I pushed my hips forward, and felt my cockhead hit the back of his throat, making him choke; I immediately stopped, only to feel him press his face down, taking more of the shaft, fighting his gag reflex. He struggled for a few seconds to accommodate my dick, finally taking the full length in his throat; I rewarded him by doing the same, expertly swallowing him down for a second time that night. I moaned as he sucked, his tongue flicking at my piss slit as he slid his mouth up and down on my shaft. We sucked each other eagerly, knowing that neither of us would be able to hold back for long; my nuts swollen and sore from hours of stimulation, his, I suspect the same – turned on by the whole scene that he’d witnessed that evening; and despite the fact he’d shot a load down my throat just under an hour ago.
He started to squirm, and I could feel his breathing quicken, and knew he was close, so I redoubled my efforts on his dick – concentrating my tongue on licking his cockhead and piss slit continuously, which made him moan onto my dick and squirm some more. The vibrations of his moaning on my dick sent me over the edge, and simultaneously, we both started to cum in each other’s mouths. He shot a few times, a smaller load than before, which I greedily swallowed, and milked from his dick. I, on the other hand continued to cum for several seconds after he’d finished – a massive load erupting from my aching nuts into his mouth, most of which he seemed to swallow down as well.
We collapsed back onto the sofa, panting. “Fuck – that was amazing. “ I breathed. “Have you ever done that before?”
He shook his head sleepily – “…no, first time”, turning himself around so he lay in front of me; his back pressed against my body. I wrapped my free arm around his body, pulling him close; my now softening dick nestled along his arse crack, his dick, still semi hard lying at right angles to his body along the sofa cushion. Soon, I could feel his breathing deepen, and knew he’d fallen asleep; I was still quite wide awake and wired, and enjoyed the time lying there, our bodies pressed together my thumbs gently stroking his chest and nipples as he slept. When I could see that the sun was coming up I decided it was time to go. I shook him to wake him – he mumbled something in his sleep, but didn’t stir, so I extracted myself from the sofa, quietly pulling my jeans, shirt and trainers back on. Covering him with a blanket, I headed down the hall and home, looking forward to a shower and sleep, if it would come.
I wasn’t expecting to hear from any of them again – and was pleased when I got two text messages the next day. The first was from an unknown number, with a picture “…hey cocksucker – you were good last night. I’ll buzz you again sometime when I need your services again…” The picture was a selfie, taken in the bathroom mirror of the ringleader from last night, his long fat erection clearly visible. I smiled to myself – hopefully another regular – especially if he has his mates again.
The second message was from a real number, and said “Hi – it’s the guy from the other night – the blonde guy, Joe. Sorry, I didn’t realise you’d gone – must have been sleepy… J Thanks for covering me up – the guys all found me passed out on the sofa in the morning. Hope you’re ok – if you want to catch up again, that would be fun”…..
I replied in the affirmative immediately.