Stepping into the shower, Cody directs his memory towards the star of the evening. He'd noticed this guy when he came in. He wasn't really a stranger. He'd seen him before at other parties over the last couple of months. They'd talked a couple of times and Cody had found out that, basically, a lot of the hosts of these parties hired him as a security guard to keep an eye on things. That way they could join in on the fun freely, knowing that there was always someone present who could keep the peace. He never had to though. Those parties were wild, but there was never violence.
He was always there in a professional capacity. He never even gave out his name because he said he wanted to keep his work and his pleasure separate. This guy was fine though. Tall, latin, shaved head and thick, juicy lips. Cody had also found out that he liked to box but hated lifting weights, what explained his slim but athletic body.
He never went full nude but plenty of times, Cody had seen a fat bulge in the guy's shorts while he was standing in the doorway, watching him get plowed. There was something about this guy watching him the way he did. He kinda liked being this guy's live porn show.
This last party was different though. This time he was just as naked as the rest of the other horndogs. When their eyes met he smiled a sly little smile and moved his hand to his dick. It was fat even when it was soft. Cody smiled his own little smile but didn't linger for a chat this time. He had a strong suspicion that the guy wasn't there to guard the place this time. Not wanting to spoil the mood by idle banter, he just casually went for the beer and then made his way over to the soon to be his sling.
Cody's latin guy was one of the first that followed him over there but instead of walking over to him, he just sat in one of the chairs by wall close to where Cody's sling was set up. Just sitting there, starting to stroke his meat. Watching Cody get into the string and strapping in his legs. It didn't take long for the first tops to find Cody and before long he was being plowed like the bitch of the pack at the junk yard.
All the while, his latin one-man audience was observing with a wild look in his eyes. By this time, Cody saw that he was sporting at least 8". A fat 8". A large pair of balls hung below his hard meat, seemingly filled to the brim.
Finally, when it seemed like everybody else was done, he came over and just slid into Cody like a warm knife in butter. As he did, Cody could feel a stream of cum exit his bowels as it made room for 8" of latin meat. He never said a word or made a sound as he was diving in harder and harder. He just looked at him intensely, wearing that sly smile on his face. All the while his balls were slapping rhythmically against Cody's ass, making him think about the metronome he used to use when he was learning to play the piano. Suddenly the guys leaned over. He whispers "Get ready for it, bitch. I'm gonna shoot my load up your ass." A second later his cock began to spasm heavily inside Cody's guts.
Cody didn't want to hold back anymore and shot his load in the shower, covering the opposing glass side with a surprisingly large amount of cum.
"Goddamn that dude was hot!" Cody says to the steamy bathroom. He'd started jerking off right about when he started thinking about the latin guy. "Should've asked for his number." he scolds himself. Realising there's nothing to be done about it now, he steps out of the shower and starts the process of getting ready for his work day.
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