Roger "taes Two"

I guess I asked for trouble going to an all-male cigar party.

Did I want to be around other men?

Of course.

Did I want to socialize and look at cock?

Unequivocally.

"Are you gonna flirt when you make it to the house," Marty asked me.

"If there's cute smiles and big cock in attendance, I'll do everything but stop short of pulling my pants down in front of the guys," I told him.

Marty was a self-made millionaire that was supposed to fuck me a year prior when we met online, and I hosted him, but the chemistry wasn't there and we became friends instead.

"If you can be on your best behavior, then you're invited to my annual social," he said to me as was hosting an event at his property down in Kill Devil Hills.

It was more of a shindig for "big willie" businessmen, as he was looking to woo potential business partners at his three level home on the beach.

"Mingle a little bit.  Have some conversation, have a few drinks, then go on about your business as most of these guys are married to women, and have plenty to lose playing around with the likes of you," he told me.

I accepted his invite and would pay those words no mind, for if someone offered to "get lucky," I wouldn't turn it down.

He held the event two Saturdays after Memorial Day, on the rooftop patio of his place as it overlooked the waves of the ocean.  The prolific scent of fresh air was abundant while a sexy guitar player was fiddling his strings and crooning the crowd. There was host of men, of all ages, shapes and sizes that were in attendance mingling, tipsy off the bourbon and champagne, cologne and testosterone aplenty as my hole was twitching in my jeans. I watched them all while puffing away, as in some cases these guys chatted as if they were trying to see who had the bigger dick figuratively.

"Remember, best behavior," Marty told me as he walked past and caught me standing while in prowl mode.

There were a few that caught my eye, and I for sure caught theirs as the so called "straight and married" gave me extra stares, almost as if I was the local, high dollar prostitute.  For sure there were candidates of cocks that needed my services, but after an hour of dragging from my Havana, I saw Miguel, this slender but defined brown hunk dancing all by himself, looking cute.

"Can I join ya," I asked as the guitar player was flickering his strings to mimic songs from Carlos Santana.

Miguel's eyes said "yes," and I shuffled beside him while my cigar was positioned perfect at my lips, and my drink in my left hand as I stepped away. The other men looked on as Miguel, who was no younger than 20 and not over 30, made eye contact with me before we cut up on the wooden platform, giving all the guys a show as we danced in extremely close proximity. Jamie, his brother, would strut over with a drink in his hand as I would be surrounded by these two Adonises, as he was equally fine with his shirt open showing off his pecs and smelling good.

"Guess Roger can't have one without the other," Marty yelled out before all the guys cheered us on.

Clearly everyone, myself included, was a bit sauced and yet it made for a fantastic vibe.

"Is he telling the truth," Jamie whispered in my ear while the guitar player continued on.

The two of them had me cornered, with one in the front and the other in the back as the guys that claimed to be straight seemed to cheer the loudest. I'd forgotten all about Marty's warning of not flirting with the men, but I also saw him at the corner of my eye, smiling, eyeing me up and down as if was part of some menu.

"You alone," Miguel asked.

"I did come alone. Why you ask," I said in response.

"Just wondering," he said as we kept on grooving to the music.

One of my guilty pleasures was shimmering to good music, for the right rhythm and tune could get me horned up with my clothes off. The guitarist seemed to connect with my soul as I had the sudden urge to bend to my knees and receive at both ends. These handsome brothers were on cue.

"Roger you're the life of the party for sure," yelled a loud Marty, and subsequently all the men cheered.

Miguel at my front facing me now as he pressed his body into mine, and Jaime was behind me as I felt his cock rubbing my back as it poked through his shorts. The two of them were being sexually suggestive at this point as I was their target of entry, and I, or any of the men in attendance would object.

I finally figured out that this party could turn orgy at any moment, as the guys coached us on by howling and hooting. I got lost in the music and our trio, but managed to witness the onlookers as suddenly I noticed shirts came off.  The group, mostly older bears, were enticed by seeing this me get frisked and fondled to the beat, and Miguel making the real first move as his lips touched mine.

"Enough, enough, go sit down.  You three had too much to drink," Marty yelled as he walked towards us to break up our assembly.

I would sit in my chair sweating, hot and bothered as now I was eyeing the other two guys as they walked to different parts of the patio, each of them looking back at me simultaneously.  The music continued as the party resumed with the sun dropping, and a thicker a plume of smoke filling the air from the various cigars.  I would look down at my phone to see a text from Marty containing Miguel and Jamie's phone numbers, and a small statement:

"Take them down to one of the guest rooms on the first floor. No one is down there," he told me.  "They'd love to get their hands on you as they're always looking for someone to fuck."

I sent Marty a gang of emojis, thanking him for the tip and the venue before I would message each of the guys:

"Marty gave me your number as he knows I have a serious itch to scratch. Meet me downstairs, and don't come alone. Bring your brother."

I was high on adrenaline despite never having sex with more than one person at a time before. These two turned me greedy after hemming me up on the patio, as I rushed to get downstairs and come out of my clothes. I chose one of the guest rooms to get naughty in, then had a plethora of questions.  What would we do?  Would they both fuck me individually or at the same time?  I wondered how many I could take at one time at either end, or maybe I was making a mistake as they both could've been bottoms. I'd get a nice surprise when Marty showed up to the room, and undressed before he joined me in bed and tried to rehash what we did time before. This time I wasn't pushing him away as he caught me at a vulnerable moment, a moment where it felt good to get gawked on. Miguel and Jamie arrived shortly after, undressing quickly before they joined us in bed, with Miguel laying to my left, Jamie to my right, and Marty down below between my thighs.

"Let me get first dibs," Marty said before he made me raise my thighs, and he would began to devour my hole while my stubby cock became hard.

I loved his smooth goatee brushing between my cheeks while he French kissed my hole, and Miguel sucking one nipple while Jamie did the other. To best explain the type of pleasure? It was as if my body was being pulled in different directions of delight, for I loved my tits sucked and ass eaten. My little cock stood upright with precum pouring to the shaft, and down to my pelvis as the three of them had a handle on me.

"I wanna fuck him first," Marty said between licks.

Miguel, who stood at six foot one, maybe an inch or two taller, let go of my tit to climb off the bed. Marty raised from between my legs to climb off the bed. Jamie grabbed my chin to make out with me, and I'd hear the sound of the lotion bottle that was on a dresser in the room, as one of the guys was squeezing out some liquid.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner gets to fuck first, loser has to suck the winner then fuck behind him," I heard Marty say before he and Miguel engaged in the act

Miguel would win and got the chance to enter me with his big cock after Marty got on his knees to "prime it." I laid back with my legs up admiring my buddy's oral skills, seeing his bearded face with his, big lips servicing Miguel. Miguel uttered something to Jamie in their native tongue, then Jamie, too would climb off the bed as I would get a beautiful glimpse of three guys stroking side by side. Miguel used some of the liquid to stroke his cock to rub my hole, ensuring my rosebud was moist before he leaned forward with his thick member in hand, slowly jamming it inside me while Jamie was wiggling towards my face.

"That's right Miguel, fuck that ass," Marty yelled out as he entered me, his prick expanding my walls as I felt his pulse.

I made bleating sounds due to the pain kf hosting such a large penis, as no one, Mike included, had that much bone. Hed manage to get it all the way inside me while Jamie, who might've carried equal size of cock had his lumber hard and deep down my throat. Jamie wriggled his hips to make that big cock poke around in my mouth, and after a minute Miguel would do the same as I felt his strong shaft bullying my walls.

"Yeah baby, move that ass like you did earlier," Marty said as Miguel was churning that cock, going back and forth entering me, rubbing his hips against mine.

The "itch" i had definitely was being "scratched" as the orgasms hit me heavy as Miguel's big dick vibrated inside me deeply. He held my skinny legs in the air while plowing my big butt, as every other stroke hit "the spot" and made me "milk." He noticed how soggy I became and began to pound me, only making my hole saturate his cock while driving deeper. Jamie became jealous after the five minutes his brother was using me up.

"Fuck that, I want some pussy, too," he said. "My fucking turn."

Miguel pulled out, slapped five with Jamie, then Jamie demanded I lay on my side, as he wanted to be a little creative.

"Put me and Marty inside at the same time," he told Miguel.

They all seemed excited as Jamie would lay in front of me with the intent to somehow fuck me simultaneously as Marty.

"I think we can pull it off," Marty said as he wasn't packing as much cock as the brothers.

Jamie entered me first as he moved from in front of me, then somewhat under me before successfully entering his cock.

"That's right, that's how you do it. Let me I, ", Jamie told me as I raised my top leg to allow him to maneuver inside me.

Marty would come behind to do the same, as Jamie was already deep inside when Marty tried to push in. It was a struggle at first due to my size, but we were determined, and with extra lotion, Jamie would jam me first, literally stretching the upper part of my hole while Marty dipped in below.

"Yeahhhhh, feel that," Jamie asked.

I never knew I was "elastic," as these two men were inside me with Jamie pumping first, then stopping so Marty could have a turn. Miguel watched, stroking his meat as he was watching from the other side of the bed, waiting patiently for a second turn. Marty would stop, then Jamie moved in and out of as my hole creamed more. My body felt turned inside and out, with me gripping the sheets as I couldn't explain the level of ecstasy I experienced.

"My turn again," Marty said as Jamie stopped, and Marty banged me from behind a good three minutes before I felt him meltdown, leaving his spunk inside.

"I'm not getting any of the fun," Miguel said before Jamie pulled out, and Miguel would sit on the edge of the bed, signaling me to climb on top.

I warned Miguel of my big body and he w wasn't deterred, and so I climbed on top, and he would lay back, with me lowering myself on his hard prick. Him and Jamie moved in unison as Jamie was behind me, and I'd once again feel two cocks inside me with Miguel this time being the anchor. Jamie slid in and out of me, then he'd pull out slightly before Miguel pumping his hips from his position. The both grabbed my tits, with Jamie sucking my neck as they took turns plundering my hole, until it seemed the both of them blew their loads simultaneously inside of me.

When they finished they were exhausted, laying on the bed after my overly used hole was of no further assistance for the evening. They'd end up snoring, and I stroked my dick to bust a nut before I got up, got dressed, and headed back up top. There was only the guitar player and a couple of other guys that recently showed up, as they were chatting under the stars. I got a whiff of myself for I smelled like sex, and so I didn't get too close to the other guys. The brothers and Marty would show up minutes later, and Marty would break out a bottle of champagne, as we toasted to the evening. As we all took sips, the three tops eyed me as I was their cum bandit. My man cunt would be sore for a few days after, but I was satisfied, and happy that these guys decided to do me.

Another notch in the belt I wore as the cock loving, cum carrying whore.