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Barry introduced the topic casually, but he never did so flippantly. "What would you think about having unfettered sex with a bunch of other guys?"
"When do we start?" I responded. "This has long been my top fantasy."
"Participant, or the starring role?" he asked.
"I'd settle for either, but, given a choice, I want to be piggy in the middle," I replied.
"Any limits?" was the next question, delivered with a salacious grin.
"What do you think? Just don't hurt me," I suggested, before returning to my pleasant duty of cleaning up his cock, after it had filled my bottom with its welcome juices. This was about the fourth time he had taken me this way. I was absolutely besotted with the tasks of getting his penis hard, and moist, ready for entry into my yearning anus, as well as cleaning it up afterwards. I could suck, lick, bite, and stroke a penis forever.
The penis always knew how to reward such administrations. Its feedback mechanism was never disappointing. It thrust, throbbed, jerked, spewed and lingered with uncontrolled lust, whether it was deep inside my hole, or plunging into my mouth. What could I do with two to satisfy? Or three? Or four? The mind boggled.
We mapped out a potential scenario which would meet the objectives of my greatest fantasy. While we did so, I hardened, he hardened, and we celebrated with a glorious sixty-nine.
"I'll call you, once I've set it up," he promised.
Until he called, I was overcome with hope and desire. I became hard every time I thought about what might happen.
When he did call, I was delirious with excitement. The scheduled date coincided with a date I had made with a promising girl from my class, but I knew I could make the necessary adjustments with her. A gang bang took precedence over everything else.
Between the call, and his picking me up, my mind could concentrate on nothing else. There was excitement, expectation, doubt that it would live up to expectations, or that I would, and the tedium of counting away the hours.
On the way to his home, we were both quiet. I made a perfunctory attempt to entertain his cock, but he suggested I save myself for later.
Once inside his front door, I surrendered all my clothes, which he bundled up, and made disappear. He led me into a spare bedroom, that he had obviously prepared for things to come. I sat sideways on a comfortable dressing-room stool, rolled onto my back, and a soft, but voluminous pillow was eased under the small of my back. My legs were tied with ribbon, way above and over my head, and attached independently to a piece of gym equipment. I was strapped across the chest, to the stool. Barry then left the room.
I waited. The position I was in felt absolutely vulnerable, submissive and pornographic. As the seconds turned into minutes, my need to be ravished overcame me. I had lost all semblance, sanity even.
Eventually, three beautiful naked young men entered the room, followed by Barry, who was fully clothed. The three stood around me, commenting on my appearance, my position, and depravity. One then closed one of my hands around his penis, urging me to live up to my reputation. Another began to slap my bottom, lightly at first, but quickly getting harder. He moved a dressing mirror in place, so that I could see the results of his efforts.
The third lightly took my semi-stiff cock in one hand, lightly slapping it with the other.
They were using and abusing, me. This is what I had wanted. My fantasies were being enacted, and I revelled in their realisation.
"Would you like to suck on this?" asked one, offering his hardening cock to my mouth.
I eagerly accepted the offer, but he required me to beg some more, before giving in to my pleas.
My cock was now hard, and was now being soothed inside a very caring mouth. My arse was burning, but, when asked, I begged for the spanking to continue. I tried to look in the mirror, but with the cock in my mouth, and my own cock occupied, I found it hard to focus.
I ejaculated convulsively, across my stomach and chest, and a little onto my lips. The semen was used to lubricate my hole, as far inside as a finger could reach. Another cock joined the one already in my mouth, stretching it to capacity. I gagged a little, and involuntarily bit down on my guests, before regaining some composure.
At last, the spanking subsided, and a cock thrust its way into my welcoming anus. "Yes! Yes! Deeper! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!"
The detail of the next period of time has been lost in a fog. All I know is that I took cock after cock into my mouth and into my anus. Their words tried to humiliate me, calling me a slut, a sissy, a degenerate. I could not be humiliated, shamed, or satisfied. I begged for more, screamed encouragement for each newcomer to enter one of my holes.
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At last, I was released from my bondage. My back had taken a pounding and was quite sore. I was bathed in semen. Not much went to waste. It was scooped from my bottom, and my chest, and fed to me. That which had dripped onto the stool was similarly utilised. That which was left in and around my mouth was hungrily devoured.
"Who wants a piss?" I shouted. I staggered to the en-suite, sat on the floor, back against a wall, and guided my own urine up towards my mouth, swallowing all I could. Three other streams were soon washing all over me. "Thanks, I needed that," I commented.
"Don't waste it," they cried. So I knelt to lap some piss off the floor with my tongue. My arse now pointed up towards them, and one or two mustered up enough juice, to fill my still gaping hole. The experience of warm piss filling my anus was novel and exhilarating. I was sorry when the flow stopped.
"Time to clean up," announced Barry. I had forgotten about him. I didn't think he took part in the orgy. I didn't even know if he had watched. We showered, and dried, and re-assembled in a lounge room. Over some beer or wine, we chatted about what had just happened. We laughed, we summarised, we questioned each other, we theorised on other possible entertainment.
The most obvious outcome was that I did not believe that any one of us was technically gay. It appeared that we all merely wanted to enjoy uninhibited, unapologetic sexual pleasure, no questions asked. Barry, and the other three, were equally happy to take, or to give. I was the only one to restrict myself to being a bottom, although my cock was fair game for any mouth.
After a couple of hours, we were all ready to resume our fun. Barry, now naked, suggested a competition. I was blindfolded and asked to adjudicate on who performed better in my mouth, first of all, and then my anus. This was a competition for which I was born to take part. Everyone tried hard, and I commended each performance, but I had to declare Barry the winner on each task, as he was the only one completely fresh, and capable of reasonable ejaculation. "The more the semen, the better the performance!"
A few more drinks, a welcome sleep until morning, and I was ready to pick up where we had left off. We decided on a more traditional orgy - no-one being the focus of all the pleasure. Lots of frotting, sword-fighting with stiff cocks, cock-slapping with soft cocks. All good fun, childish, but innocent in a way. I recall a lot of laughter as we achieved a daisy chain, mouth to mouth. And then a chain, me up front, Barry bringing up the rear.
I wonder if those guys recall that night and morning, with the pleasure and honesty that I do.
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