Wednesday the 20th was a dud. It happens. My only links to the world of fucking are usually my partners. So just snooping around apps isn't always fruitful.
Thursday the 21st, I went into the office for a few hours, went to work out and went back to Michael's place.
The encounter went almost exactly the same as the first time. I went down on his vaguely plug-shaped cock for almost no time at all, then switched to lying on the bed while he fucked me and jacked my cock. The stimulation of his irregular shape actually pushed my asshole/prostate to the point where his slow movements on my prick had me oozing a couple-day's worth of spunk over his hand.
Not two minutes later he unloaded his own reservoir into my insides.
I spent the rest of the time I was there asking about the secret dungeon he'd built. Apparently he'd been in a somewhat sexual funk with his wife until she read the Fifty Shades series. It woke up her libido like revving a '94 CBR250RR to 19k RPM. He said there wasn't a day that goes by that she doesn't go at him. It does screw up his occasional affinity to men, but she's also out of town frequently.
She kept wanting to expand herself, so he told the kids he was 'building a new office in the basement', and over the course of several months built the BDSM temple in the back. He said he'd watched so many youtube videos about hidden doors he felt like he could make any of them.
I was still super impressed. I'm not a builder type, and how well the entire area was constructed blew my mind. I mean, I'd seen basement dungeons before. If you spend enough time around adventurous guys, you're bound to find one. I'd just never seen one in a secret room.
Friday rolled around. Sol would be calling me around 6PM, based on his text. He was a few years older than me, right around 60, but more virile than a lot of guys half his age. We'd screwed around numerous years prior, and he still had family in the area that he'd visit periodically.
He'd married his long-term partner less than a month after they'd moved away to be closer to the latter's kids in Arizona. Despite the better part of two years of screwing around with Sol, I'd actually only had a single threeway with him and Barry. It'd been a fun time. Not astonishing, but not bad. As far as threeways go, I guess it was perfectly as expected.
Sol had mentioned a 'group thing', but that could be anything from he and Barry up to another guy or two.
I rolled up to a somewhat rural place, one of those pseudo-log cabin places, gorgeous inset to the Georgia pines at the foothills of the mountains north of Atlanta.
The first indication I was wrong about my estimate about Sol's 'group thing' was that people were parking on the side of the road. I counted four cars in the driveway and another six on the road, including mine. That meant at least 12 guys. This would be fun.
"Hey! Welcome in!" The man who greeted me was very tall, way over 6'. Very thin silver hair and brown eyes, he was somewhere in the neighborhood of 55 years old. Slender but, with a runner's build, he had sparse hair everywhere except his groin, which was trimmed neatly with a stylish 'V' pointing to his equipment.
Of course he was nude. Glancing through the large main room of the place, so was everyone else. The guy at the door was sporting an uncut half-hard, shining member a little over 6", with a nice uniform thickness. It was pretty, from my view.
"Get yourself something to drink and enjoy yourself! There's bags for your clothes back in the rear bedroom." He turned and went back towards the decent sized kitchen, where a stocky guy in his 30's leaned forwards on the counter. The greeter walked to him and haphazardly shoved himself inside the man's ass.
Huh.
I'd been in situations like this before. Numerous parties back in Wisconsin. A couple resorts around the country. This had a little higher attendance than most, definitely a plus.
The rough average of the group was probably mid 40's. Sol and Barry would be the oldest, I figured. The youngest was a young, slender guy of latin descent...probably what you'd call a twink...over at one of the couches in the living room chatting with a group of guys.
Quite a few ethnicities were represented as I took stock of the place. It looked like the main room had 9 guys. A black guy was holding the waist of an asian guy with a bit more than casual friendship, both of them had wedding rings. The kitchen had the greeter and his younger bottom, which brought the total visuals to 12, including myself.
I nodded and introduced myself to several of the guys on my way back to the undressing bedroom.
Inside the bedroom was a fun sight.
Sol and Barry were on the bed. Sol is solidly versatile, Barry is strictly bottom. The situation was Barry on his hands and knees, a man somewhere in his late 40's and the best built guy I'd seen there at his face. He was not being easy on Barry. Sol was at his ass, throwing his excellent 5.5" prick into his husband with about the same effort as the guy in his face. We were now to 16.
As I walked in and began removing my sweatshirt, Sol looked to me, "Joe! You made it! Awesome!" His pace never changed, "Make sure you enjoy yourself!"
Once my clothes were off, I returned to the living room after perusing the events on the bed. Sol had more than a little bit of stamina and it appeared that the other guy did too. Barry could take it as long as they gave it.
They had a big bowl of brandied eggnog that I avoided and went to a bottle of Captain. I saw a guy I'd seen on a local hookup app and decided to go and socialize.
I spoke with the entirety of the group over the course of the night. I was the last to arrive, and as things progressed, one or two would leave.
Randomly, things would break out into sexual stuff. The twink guy was particularly popular. Twice, guys would just lift him up off the couch and go right after him. For his part, he was casual about it. When one gent, probably early 40's, stocky, bald with about 5" of uncut meat sat down on the couch and just slid the young guy over onto his lap. He rode the other while still conversing with the guy he'd been talking to, super erect, rather large prick bouncing almost comically.
It gave me my first hard-on of the night.
I meandered. Honestly, unless I'm sort of the center of attention (my fortieth birthday, for example) I just plan on visiting, socializing, maybe getting a number or two.
People started dressing and saying goodbye around 11PM. I'd met a lot of fun guys who were unfortunately not local, but hadn't joined in on anything. It would be OK, it would still go down in my sexual journal.
Sol had been screwing everything he could find. Barry had taken the one when I undressed and that was it.
Pouring a rum and diet...my second and last drink of the night, I'm driving after all...the guy who'd been getting fucked when I first arrived stopped by. I hadn't seen much of him socializing in the place, noting that he'd been bottoming at the kitchen counter, then the bathroom, then the bedroom. He seemed mostly submissive about it, non-aggressive.
A couple inches shorter than my 5'9". Probably 40 pounds on my 180, but more square than chubby...but still chubby. Balding brown hair that had been going for a while and brown eyes, with a tan face and arms but the whitest everything else. He sort of reminded me of James Cordon with less hair.
"Hey, how are you?" The bottom dude asked. I just replied I was fine, enjoying myself. "Cool! These guys are a lot of fun. Been a while since I had any cock so I'm making up for lost time. Probably going to be another year I can get some free time from the family."
We chatted a bit about that as I did my best not to pay much attention to his crotch.
