“I’m not so sure about that. Some of these guys are really into being on the receiving end of a little pain. A pin through the chest might just turn them on.”
Vaughn approached Ryan.
“Nice to see you again, Ryan,” Vaughn said.
“You too, Vaughn. Want to fuck?”
“Sure, why not.” The directness of the invitation appealed to Vaughn, who saw no reason why he shouldn’t respond to it just as bluntly. As Darren had said—there was no need to overanalyze things.
They went into one of the bedrooms, where several other men were already gathered.
“Dibs on the bed,” Ryan declared. “The cowboy and I are going to put on a show for you guys. Watch us if you want to, then you can join in. No charge,” he assured them.
One of the guests produced a video camera.
“You don’t mind if we record this, do you, Ryan?” he asked.
Ryan shrugged. “I’m not shy. You guys ought to know that by now! Just make sure you get my good side. Namely, my backside,” he joked.
“What about you, Vaughn?” the guy with the camera asked.
“I’m not so sure—”
“Aw, come on,” Ryan coaxed. “You have to make your video debut sooner or later.”
Vaughn shrugged. “What the hell.”
Naked, he and Ryan climbed onto the bed and stretched out on the black rubber sheet on the mattress together, with the other men in the room standing around the bed.
Vaughn was aware that the guy with the camera was aiming it at them, as Ryan stretched out comfortably on his back on the black rubber sheet, with his legs spread. Vaughn crouched beside him, lowered his head to Ryan’s groin, and placed his tongue against the tip of Ryan’s already semi-erect cock. The familiar, salty taste of it excited him, as it always did when he went down on another man. Vaughn licked and sucked the head of the prick, gratefully, hungrily. Ryan grunted with satisfaction when Vaughn’s hot mouth worked on him. Vaughn guided the head and an inch or two of the stiffening shaft inside his mouth, and he began to suck Ryan off.
“Looks like that cowboy has a hot, sweet mouth,” one of the guests commented.
“He does,” Ryan confirmed.
There was an undercurrent of other lewd comments and encouragements from the onlookers. Not really listening to them, Vaughn concentrated on his task. He worked his mouth up and down on Ryan’s rigid prick. He worked the thick foreskin back, and he began to tongue the part of the shaft which was exposed, stopping from time-to-time to work up a fresh supply of lubricating saliva within his mouth. He slipped a hand down under the shaft and began to play with Ryan’s balls. He manipulated them firmly, teasing them with his fingertips, tickling Ryan’s crotch.
He lowered his head and licked the Canadian’s balls and crotch, and there was a fresh outburst of derisive laughter, jeers, and obscenities from the spectators as he did so. Once again ignoring the commentaries, Vaughn continued to lick and suck.
“Yeah, that’s a good boy,” Ryan deigned to say. “All the way down, now. Get your mouth all the way down on it. Take it all.”
Vaughn obeyed.
He could feel the big stud’s hard cock throb with excitement inside his sucking mouth. Ryan’s cock was hard enough, and he was sufficiently turned on for them to be able to proceed to fucking. Vaughn knelt upright for a moment, grateful to get out of the cramped, bent-over position. He rolled a condom over the hard flesh as he transferred some more spit from his hand to the knob of Ryan’s dick head to lubricate it. Then he threw one leg over Ryan’s prone body and mounted him, as he would a saddled horse.
His previous sex partners had taught Vaughn a number of sexual positions, but that one was a favorite of his, because it not only enabled Ryan’s cock to penetrate him to its full extent—it also opened up Vaughn’s ass hole, so that riding that thick fuck tool for a long time caused him little or no discomfort.
Vaughn straddled Ryan for an instant, looking down at his sweaty, lustful face. Then he reached down between his spread thighs and took Ryan’s hard prick between his fingers. He pushed it straight upward, then he literally stuffed the head of it between his parted buttocks and through his carefully relaxed sphincter muscle. At the same time, he lowered himself onto Ryan in a squat, and used his own weight to drive the shaft up into his ass, in a single long and deep thrust.
As always, riding another man’s hard cock felt good. Incredibly good! Despite the circumstances—the lack of privacy, and the shame of having to do it in front of the leering spectators—getting fucked by Ryan felt so good that it quickly wiped every other thought from Vaughn’s consciousness for the time being. He surrendered his ass to his fucker, and it felt great to have it jammed up into him like this, with the muscles inside his tight, hot ass contracting instinctively to increase the pressure and friction, and to massage that ruthless phallic prong, caressing it, coaxing it into even greater turgidity, greater potency.
Vaughn squatted over Ryan’s body in an erotic reverie, tossing his head back and closing his eyes, enjoying the feeling of being impaled on that big, fat dick. It must have been a considerably exciting spectacle, because the reactions of the audience were less cynical, and more honestly aroused and appreciative. The onlookers were obviously turned on by the way Vaughn sat there, on his stud fucker’s hefty prick, fucking himself on it.
He began to rock back and forth, slowly, voluptuously, using Ryan’s erection to stimulate his anus. His motions sent shivers of hot pleasure rushing through him—Vaughn was confident, through Ryan as well. For the first few minutes, Ryan was passive, responding to the other guy’s gyrations with grunts and tremors, but not with any voluntary movements of his own. But then his buttocks began to clench in slow, powerful, rhythmic contractions, and his lean hips worked along with Vaughn’s, shoving his cock deep into Vaughn’s eagerly receptive ass hole and pulling it back in time with Vaughn’s own sped-up rocking motions.
Vaughn felt shudders of fierce joy ripple through him—thrills of intense erotic pleasure that raised his bare skin into prickly gooseflesh beneath the sweat that was exuding from his overheated pores. Warmth spread through his body, and it seemed to originate in the pressure of that cock going in and out of his ass.
“Uh,” he moaned, softly, his eyes glazed and half closed.
He had almost forgotten about the presence of the other men in the room, caught up as he was in the feelings that shot through his body in violent jolts each time Ryan’s prick lunged deep into him. His nipples stood out hard and straight from his sweaty pectoral muscles. Ryan, who no doubt suspected how much having them played with turned Vaughn on, reached up and grasped each tit between a thumb and forefinger, pinching and rolling them.
All the while, he continued to screw Vaughn’s ass. Vaughn took his own cock in his fist and began to masturbate. What Ryan was doing to him was getting him more and more aroused. He wanted to come!
He had managed to get so lost in the sex act that he didn’t notice the new sounds in the room at first—the slurping of cocksucking, the slapping sounds bodies made as they impacted against each other while fucking, the grunts and gasps of lust. Vaughn realized that the sex show he and Ryan were putting on had aroused the other men so much that they were joining in the fun, beginning to suck and fuck right along with him and Ryan. Viewed objectively, it was a depraved spectacle. But Vaughn was feeling quite subjective, and he had to admit that it was flattering to think that his own sexual performance had inspired others to imitate him.
He rocked on Ryan’s thrusting dick faster and more recklessly, pushing his body up and down, moving with complete, shameless abandon. Ryan’s hands pinched his tits even harder. Ryan, too, seemed lost in the throes of rapidly approaching ejaculation. Vaughn felt his own flesh tingling all over with anticipation. He knew that he was going to come very soon if they kept it up, if Ryan continued to fuck him like that, if he went on jerking himself off on top of Ryan’s tensed, twisting body. He acceler
ated his ass even more, hurrying the climax for both of them. Then he gasped. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Ryan—fuck me hard! Come in my ass. Fuck me hard. Come in my ass! Fuck me, fuck me!”
Ryan grunted in passionate reply. Then Vaughn heard other sounds emerging from his fucker’s throat, sounds of raw excitement and shameless pleasure. The first small tremor of approaching orgasm passed through him, making him gasp and shiver, as his cock pulsed within his pumping fist and his ass tightened around Ryan’s plowing cock. The sensation rose up within his groin again, and it built quickly and didn’t ebb away. He was coming! It was inevitable, now!
“I’m coming,” he warned. “I’m going to fucking come!”
“Do it, cowboy,” Ryan coached him. “Shoot that fucking load of yours all over me!”
Vaughn had passed the point of no return. He began to shoot his sperm out over Ryan’s torso, speeding up the motions of his hand around his erupting cock to increase the force of his ejaculation. He heard anguished cries of excitement all around him, and he knew that some of the guys were already getting their own rocks off, too, as they watched him coming.
“Shit!”
“Goddamn it! Fuck!”
“I’m coming! Oh, fuck—!”
“Swallow it! Swallow my cum!”
The cries took different forms, some articulate, some meaningless grunts of animal-like arousal and satisfaction. Ryan, too, shouted out incoherently, adding his voice to the others, betraying the approach of his own ejaculation.
Vaughn had sprayed Ryan’s face and chest with his semen. Now he worked his anal muscles and his sphincter with a dexterity which would have done credit to the most experienced male whore, flexing them, milking that big Canadian prick, as though he was giving it a strong, demanding caress with his fist. He had clenched and unclenched his butthole only a few times before the action had its desired effect. Ryan was already experiencing a violent orgasm, so intense that it drove both him and Vaughn to further heights of anal-erotic ecstasy.
“Fuck!” Ryan yelled, as he exploded. “I’m coming! Coming in you, you hot-assed little bitch! Take it! Take that load of cum!”
His hands tightened on Vaughn’s chest, kneading the firm, sweaty pecs themselves, and his fingertips digging into the hard muscles with painful force. Vaughn’s mouth opened and he shouted out his excitement. His outburst was answered by louder grunts, curses, and the helpless gasps of orgasm that resounded throughout the room. His guts tightened around Ryan’s bursting prick and he arched his back as the first spurt of hot, wet jism escaped from Ryan’s cock head and filled the condom, far inside Vaughn’s anal depths. Ryan’s prick spat its load into the rubber, spewing the liquid thick and hot and potent into the latex, and Vaughn felt his body being suffused with pleasure. A second, even hoarser cry of passion escaped from his lips.
When it was over, he fell on top of Ryan’s body, lying on his chest in a flaccid shivering heap of flesh, physically and emotionally drained. The Canadian reached up to stroke Vaughn’s hair and shoulder. Both men’s bodes heaved with their labored breathing, sucking in air desperately to refill their lungs.
Chapter Sixteen: A Free for All
No sooner had the two men stopped ejaculating together than the gathering degenerated into a full-blown orgy.
They were joined on the mattress by some of the other men, while the guy with the camera continued to film the action.
Vaughn wasn’t given enough time in which to fully recover his breath before he was offered several cocks to suck in rapid succession. With Ryan looking on and encouraging him with a lewd, knowing grin, Vaughn went to work on one of the naked men.
He took the head of the guy’s prick into his mouth and began, cautiously at first, to deep-throat him. The guy went wild when Vaughn swallowed his erection whole. Vaughn sucked and licked the cock, then he sucked it some more, until his lips and cheeks began to feel numb from the effort and his tongue, too, was starting to tire. He hoped he could get the guy to come in a hurry—even though, with a perverse thrill of anticipation, he knew that would only mean being able to move on to the next hot hard dick that wanted to be sucked.
As though the man had read Vaughn’s mind and decided to go easy on him, his cock suddenly twitched inside Vaughn’s mouth and throat, then it poured its warm load into his mouth. Vaughn, taken by surprise, held on, still sucking hard, and he swallowed for all he was worth, ingesting the cum. It flew into his throat with such force that he was afraid it might blow the back of his head off, or at least make him choke on it!
“Suck mine now,” an eager voice demanded. Before the first guy’s cock had even had the chance to start going soft in his mouth, Vaughn pulled away from him, turned around, and went down on the man who had spoken.
Soon, the cock he was working on glistened with his drooled spit. He pulled back, until just the head of it was still lodged inside his mouth, and sucked avidly on the glans while he ran his tongue over the tip as rapidly as he could. Gripping the man’s muscular ass cheeks in his hands to hold him steady, Vaughn let his lips descend all the way down around the bloated cockshaft again, until the head reamed out his throat.
Vaughn wanted to get fucked, too, and he didn’t have to wait long. He was still swallowing the cum a stud had just shot off inside his mouth, when another man pulled him away from the stud he’d just sucked off, and dragged him over to the nearest seat. The man was of medium height, with long black hair, and the kind of patchy little goatee that Vaughn had heard Flint refer to, derisively, as a dick target. He was naked except for grease-stained boots, and his hard-on was encircled by a studded leather band, sheathed in a condom, and smeared with a thin, glistening coating of gel lubricant. It was only too obvious what the man expected from him. But Vaughn almost welcomed the change after all that monotonous sucking he’d just done.
He spread his legs on either side of the man’s thighs, then he squatted down, placing his hands on the guy’s shoulders to steady himself. As his butt descended to the level of the man’s abdomen, Vaughn took one hand away from the guy’s shoulder and reached down, grasping the man’s greased and slippery prick in his fingers and aiming it carefully between his buttocks. He continued to sit down in the man’s lap, letting his body weight drive the man’s cock deep into his ass hole. The bastard was hung every bit as heavily as Ryan was, and Vaughn had to bite his lip and force his body to relax and accept the prick that rammed up into him from below with such breathtaking force. As soon as it was all the way inside him, though, Vaughn leaned back in the man’s strong embrace and began to move his body slowly up and down, fucking himself on that big cock. He did all of the work, forcing his fucker’s greased fuck tool to slide back and forth inside his plugged anal canal.
“Oh, yeah... fuck me, man... fuck my ass for me, and fuck it good. Good and hard!” Vaughn demanded, as the man took him. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Go ahead,” Ryan said, encouraging the guy whose dick Vaughn was riding. “Fuck him, man. Fuck that horny cowboy as hard as you can. Give him what he wants. And you, cowboy—you’d better give my buddy a nice long, smooth ride!”
“Yes, sir,” Vaughn gasped. He went on riding the cock.
That was only the beginning of his anal ordeal. They all wanted to fuck him.
He was used by one man after another. Some of the men attacked him in twos and threes, with one man shoving his cock up Vaughn’s ass, another offering his dick to Vaughn’s mouth, and a third partygoer going down on Vaughn and sucking his cock. Some of the horny motherfuckers weren’t satisfied after enjoying themselves with the sexually voracious cowboy only once. They came back for seconds, or thirds!
Vaughn endured it all, and he even exulted in it. As he lay there, surrounded by naked, aroused men, all of them panting for breath and covered with sweat and cum, Vaughn knew that things could never be the same for him again. From then on, he was a gay man who wanted to be in the company of other gay men.
Chapter Seventeen: Bound to th
e Bed
“I see you’ve been busy,” Flint told Vaughn.
“You, too, I bet.”
“Hell, yeah. Your buddy Darren sure knows how to throw a party.”
The two friends were standing beside each other in the upstairs hallway of the farmhouse, taking a break.
“Have you seen Aaron?” Vaughn asked.
Flint indicated one of the bedrooms. “In there. He and that dude Barnett seem to be hitting it off together. They’ve got a sort of a cluster fuck going for them with them in the middle of it.”
“Good for them.”
Flint looked down to Vaughn’s revived erection. “Looks like you’re ready to go again.”
“I sure am. I’ve been so busy bottoming I haven’t had a chance to come.”
Flint grinned at him. “We’ll have to do something about that. Hey, here comes Darren. Maybe we can make it a threesome.”
Darren had overheard Flint. “Did I hear somebody say threesome?” he asked.
“Vaughn’s had enough of being a bottom, for the time being,” Flint explained. “Now he’d like to top. I figure the least I can do is help him out. Want to join us?”
“Please. I’m kind of in the mood for a little variety, myself. How’d either or both of you men like to work me over, good?”
“Sounds hot,” Vaughn said.
The three men glanced into each of the three bedrooms in turn, looking for an unoccupied mattress. But all three beds were taken. So were all three of the mattresses placed on the floors of the room. Nude, writhing, humping bodies were everywhere. In the middle of one such pileup, Vaughn spotted Barnett. With his wrists handcuffed behind his back, the good-looking young farmer was squatting over Aaron’s cock, riding it.
There wasn’t a single vacancy anywhere in The Orgy Suite.
“Not an empty bed in the house,” Flint observed. “We may have to fuck standing up.”
“Now that might be kinky,” Vaughn said.
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