I am a very methodical person and live an ordered existence. I am not totally anal but love structure in my weekly routine. Mondays to Fridays I work hard, visit the gym after work to de-stress, then make supper and do the dishes. I only allow myself an hour or so of television before retiring to bed. Being an avid reader, I then lose myself in one or another book before falling asleep. On Saturdays, I clean house and do my washing, after which I do my weekly grocery shopping.
On Saturday nights, I always visit a local gay bar and let my hair down. I am always hopeful that I will hook-up with someone for some hot M2M action. As is often the case in life, some nights at the bar yield good results, but alas, most end up being rather disappointing. I have a special arrangement with a taxi company so that I do not have to worry about any DUI charges, not that I’m a heavy drinker. Sundays are chill days, and I usually drive out to some or other interesting place for lunch.
At the age of twenty-four I have only had two ‘mini’ relationships. One lasted two months and the other, a week or two more than that. I am simply not interested in settling down with anyone, well, not just yet. I am, however, beginning to feel I really need to break out of the rut that I am in.
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Fortunately, one Saturday evening my prayers were answered when I bumped into an acquaintance named Blain. We didn’t really socialise outside of the pub, and at best could be referred to as bar buddies. Blain and I were not into one another but always spent an hour or so, chewing the fat. On this evening, however, Blain had really interesting news. Two weeks before, on a Sunday, he had visited a place referred to as ‘The Gathering.’ From Blain’s description of the place, it sounded like he had discovered a fuck heaven on earth.
The Gathering was held on a farm out of town, which was owned by two wealthy gay guys. The Gathering took place every second Sunday, from ten p.m. till six p.m. There was a cover charge that included lunch and drinks, but the highlight of this gathering according to Blain, was the barn that had been rigged out for serious M2M action. Blain bemoaned the fact that although he had paid for his reservation for the following day, due to a family commitment he would be unable to attend. Blain then asked if I would be interested in purchasing his entrance ticket. After a brief pause I thought, why the hell not? Fortunately, I had enough cash with me to conclude the transaction.
When I awoke on Sunday, I was somewhat nervous about my bold decision the night before. I had never indulged in group sex, and had also never visited any place like the one Blaine had described. But with Blaine’s words ringing in my ears, there was an indescribable excitement overwhelming me.
“You are going to love this place, Alec,” he had said. The worst that could happen was that if I didn’t like the place, I could piss off without any recrimination.
At around eleven I arrived at the farm. After being ushered to my parking spot, a good looking young man told me to undress and leave all my clothes in the vehicle. Only wearing sandals and a towel he had provided me with, I handed over my car keys to him and approached the homestead. The garden surrounding the house was totally magnificent and appeared to be endless. Entry to the main house, however, was prohibited. There was a huge swimming pool before the mansion, with a large and elegant marquee to the one side. Deckchairs were in abundance around the pool and on closer inspection, the marquee was beautifully laid out. It contained a bar area, a buffet area, and a multitude of chairs and tables.
There were a number of pathways all around the garden that visitors could meander upon, and I keenly took advantage of this facility. On my ramble, it was clear that the owners were very keen horticulturalists.
Finally, however, my attention was drawn to the barn that Blaine had gone into raptures about. It was a short way away from the main house and as wooden structures go, it looked very impressive. It was a double story building as Blaine had foretold. As I approached the barn the large main doors were bolted shut and access was by way of a smaller spring-loaded door, to the left of these.
For the purpose of my story, I shall describe the entire layout of the barn, before relating the details of my visit.
All the floors in the barn, upstairs and downstairs, were overlaid with a thick rubberised black floor covering. The mezzanine level had a large opening in the centre, which overlooked the downstairs area. Four very sturdy slings were located in this space, generously spread out. Beyond the slings on the opposite side of the room, there were six foot high glass panels side by side. Beyond the glass the area was entirely tiled and had a number of shower nozzles. On either side of the shower nozzles, two built-in structures offered a sauna to the right and a steam room to the left.
On the left and right of the slings, there were round bar tables and stools for people to relax, whilst watching the action on the slings. This was essentially a voyeur area. The upstairs area was accessed by a narrow staircase, located to your left as you entered the barn. Upstairs, on your left, several side by side cubicles with canvas covered bunk beds were situated. Above the downstairs shower area, there was a raised platform against the wall, in front of which a dry wall with gloryholes had been erected.
Upstairs to the right, there were a multitude of smaller cubicles with large gloryholes and no furniture. These cubicles had doors that could be bolted shut, for the patrons who wanted to suck cock more discreetly.
Once my reconnaissance was complete and I was about to descend the stairs, a very tall and good-looking guy was on his way up. I politely waited for him to complete his ascent, and when he got to the top he smiled and introduced himself as Felix. Felix was totally stunning but his body was completely hairless. I like my men hairy to very hairy, but Felix was just so beautiful that I couldn’t resist his charms. As I would discover in a short while, Felix shaved his entire body, even under his arms, and the only hairs on his body were eyebrows and eyelashes.
After a brief chitchat, Felix nonchalantly said, “I would like to fuck you.”
I had never been approached this directly and was rendered somewhat speechless. “Sure, okay,” I replied.
“Let’s go in there,” Felix gestured to the cubicle behind me. We entered the stall before Felix closed and bolted the door. After Felix removed his own towel, he pulled my towel off me and clamped my body in his arms. His hairless cock that I observed appeared to be rather large, but to add to my woes Felix had a cut knob. I truthfully always preferred uncut men, but as I reasoned, with Felix’s good looks an exception could be made. For the next few minutes we kissed before Felix turned my body and pushed my torso down over the bunk. Felix then grabbed a hand towel off a shelf and placed it next to us.
“Aren’t you going to get some lube?” I asked, pointing to a basket of sachets.
“No, I never use lube. I only like dry-fucking,” Felix informed me, matter-of-factly.
“But…” I tried to say, before I was interrupted.
“Trust me,” Felix countered, “Let me teach you something new today. It’s a little more difficult to get going, but once we get underway you will appreciate my philosophy.”
I decided to be a willing student and go with the flow. I cannot say that I enjoyed Felix’s entry and found it a real strain, at first. Fortunately, however, he was not manic and after a few uncomfortable minutes, Felix finally went balls deep. He patiently allowed me to adjust to his dick, before he stated rocking to and fro. Strangely, I found the rubbing of his dick’s skin in my backside very stimulating. It is hard to describe, but it was as if the contact of our skin bonded us more closely. Instead of the normal slithering, there was a staggered chafing that heightened the pleasure.
After a few minutes, Felix extracted his dick and gave it a good drying with the towel. After again reinserting his cock, the sensual rasping continued. I decided there and then, that I would become a devotee of this practise. On and on he kept pulling out of me, drying himself off, and even wiping as much excess moisture as he could from my butt-hole. The abrasion of his dick was awesome and shortly, it felt like I was on an express train heading toward orgasm. As Felix really began pummelling into me the grinding made me cum, without me ever touching my knob.
Not far behind, Felix excitedly unloaded into me. Afterward, he gave me a long sensual kiss.
“Is this your first time here?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“I thought so,” he answered. “I’m here every two weeks and I have never seen you before. So, what do think about my technique?” he asked, with a laugh.
“Awesome. You really taught me something new today,” I answered.
“Cool. I hope we bump into one another again in future,” he concluded, before we excited the stall. This encounter alone had made the day worthwhile.
Arriving downstairs, I began watching the action on the slings with a smile on my face. I was really enjoying myself!
Three of the four slings were occupied as I watched. On the first sling a guy was on his back with another man fucking him. The second sling was occupied by three blokes and the fellow on the sling was getting a butt fucking and a tonsil inspection. The third sling was a little more hectic. The dude on the sling had two people paying attention to his tits and cock, while his face and arse were being penetrated. As I stood watching totally entranced, I became aware of someone to my left. Focussing on the person, I observed a good-looking lithe gym bunny who introduced himself as Gary. As we spoke, he strangely kept looking at someone behind my head. As I turned to my right I was amazed when I saw a duplicate of Gary. As I spun my head back to Gary he let out a laugh, explaining that the other person was his twin brother, Andrew.
Turning back and also introducing myself to Andrew, Gary then gestured towards the sling and asked if I had ever been twin fucked. By now I was up for anything and followed the two men to the unoccupied sling. When we removed our towels I was pleased to see that both guys were uncut. They weren’t the best endowed men in the world, but far from underprivileged. As I mounted the sling Gary took up station at my head and Andrew at my arse. Shortly, both my orifices were being occupied. Gary’s cock was a perfect fit in my mouth and soon he was banging his tool down my throat. My backside was also getting attention from Andrew’s dick, which was no problem after Felix’s deposit of jizz.
With my vision obscured, I heard another voice asking if he could join in on the action. After Gary said that it wasn’t a problem, the voice said, “Fuck, bro, your cock looks awesome in his throat.”
Next, I felt a mouth on my throat and then teeth begin to nibble on Gary’s thrusting dick. The sensation was incredible and when the newcomer who had introduced himself as Brad, commenced biting on my tits, I thought I had gone to heaven. For the next while, Brad’s teeth alternated between my throat and nipples as the twins speared me. I wasn’t sure whose hand was on my knob, either Brad’s or Andrew’s, but I loved the attention to my cock.
Shortly, the twins decided to swap positions and as they did so, I finally got a look at Brad. Brad was stocky and hairy, and after Felix and the twins who were also practically hairless, this was a welcome change. Brad had a thick stubby cut dick with a very distinct upward curve. Again, Gary and Andrew got into stride as Brad continued with his throat and tit routine. Andrew was the first one to announce that he was about to cum, and soon my mouth was being filled by his hot spunk. Once Andrew was done, Gary pulled his dick out of arse and moved to my head. As Gary commenced thrusting, Brad took up station at my backside and plunged his knob into me.
Once more the double action was very stimulating and not long after, Gary was seeding my mouth. Brad was now in full cry and hammering into me like a horny dog. With my prostate being pulverized and Brad’s hand jerking my dick furiously, I gasped as my cock exploded all over my stomach. Brad followed shortly and my arse received its second load of the day. Afterward, with a few very interested onlookers in attendance, I quickly got off the sling. I had built up an appetite and was ready for lunch.
After I entered the marquee, I joined the short cue and dished up a plate of food for myself. The two guys behind me were Reg and Gus, who introduced themselves to me. They were two muscle monkeys and really not my type. They were, however, very friendly and engaging, and shortly we were sitting together and consuming our lunch. They were a couple and visited this place, from time to time. They were not exactly subtle and made it clear, that they would like to have a threesome with me. By this time, I had reached the point where ‘anything goes.’ My former stifled existence had flown out of the window and I was up for everything.
When we got to one of the rooms upstairs in the barn, another new experience unfolded in my life. Reg and Gus had a favourite routine that they loved; they like to play ‘piggy in the middle.’ This consisted of a third party, me, sandwiched between the two while one was fucking me and the other one was being fucked by me. I found it mesmerising to be stuck between the two, surrounded by a mass of grunting muscle. Truthfully, the two guys weren’t very well-endowed and with my cock being the pick of the crop, the less said the better.
Their enthusiasm, however, as the two swapped positions frequently, made up for everything. What really amused me was the vintage corny dialogue they uttered as we meandered on our way. It was as if I was stuck in an old Jeff Stryker porn video without the huge dick. Our encounter was charming, nonetheless, and a good time was had by all. After they had both seeded my arse the affection they displayed was incredible, and as they were about to leave I promised that we would repeat this performance, when we next met.
With a smile on my face I decided to make my last port of call. The steam room was where I wanted to end a day of unbelievable entertainment. As I entered, I was gobsmacked by what I saw. To my left, two young guys were pinned against the wall with two men hammering into their backsides. On a built in seat across from me, two couples were groping and kissing one another. To my right a single guy sat alone, with what looked like a banquet of meat emanating from his crotch. Zeke, his name as I would later find out, was into saline and pumps in a major way.
Being curious about his endowment, I elected to sit next to him. Zeke was tall and skinny and I estimated that he was in his mid-thirties. He was totally bald and had a thick moustache, overhung by a large nose ring. Zeke’s entire body was festooned with tattoos and he had the largest nipples I had ever seen on a man. His nipples looked like to huge strawberries had been stuck onto his chest. Zeke had a rough demeanour and there was no mistaking, that he was a dominant ‘daddy type.’ Although he had a lithe physique, one could clearly see that he was very tough. After I sat next to him, we watched the two men that were fucking the guys pinned to the wall, swap positions after high-fiving one another.
I had always been taught to never blatantly stare, but I simply couldn’t stop myself from constantly glaring at Zeke’s package. His uncut knob and balls looked like a huge butternut and the foreskin at the front of his cock was so thick, that it looked like a doughnut had swallowed his dick-head.
“Hi, name’s Zeke,” he said, breaking me out of my trance.
“I’m Alec,” I replied, looking into his eyes for the first time. Zeke’s eyes were riveting and radiated an air of authority. Moving his left arm toward me, Zeke’s hand rested on the back of my neck.
“Why don’t you take a closer look?” he suggested. Zeke’s eyes weren’t asking and as the pressure on my neck intensified, I knew that I was being instructed to kneel before him. As I did so, Zeke opened his legs and offered his overflowing crotch to me. My head instantly zoomed in on the doughnut in search of the illusive dick-head. With the bloated foreskin entirely covering my mouth, my tongue commenced its excavation. Although Zeke had a normal sized glans, it felt small in the mound of flesh encircling it. As my tongue lolled around the head of his knob I savoured the tangy taste of his foreskin.
“Hi, Nate,” I heard Zeke utter above me. Momentarily glancing around, I saw a good-looking and hairy guy standing behind me. Nate was totally suited to me taste and had a large uncut cock dangling from the front of him.
“Looks like you caught yourself a pretty little fish,” Nate uttered, with a laugh.
My ogling was immediately interrupted as Zeke’s hand steered me back towards his cock. As I continued with my exploration, I sensed a body move up behind me. After rubbing his dick in my crack, Nate lost no time before I felt his knob nudging at my backside. Well lubricated as I was with a few loads in my arse, Nate shortly began churning the cream in my manhole. In no time, I could feel the foamy spunk running down the insides of my thighs as he slow-fucked me.
Next, Nate’s hairy face nestled on my shoulder. “Let me taste that tube,” he ordered. As I moved down to Zeke’s balls, Nate’s tongue began to slurp in the cavern of Zeke’s foreskin. We maintained a steady rhythm for the next couple of minutes before Zeke repositioned himself. Moving his arse backward, he lowered his torso and offered Nate and me his nipples. I took the left one and Nate the right one. Obviously, my oral attention was lacking, because I shortly received an order to intensify my nibbling. Next to me, Nate was going ballistic and I soon became aware that he was seriously manhandling his strawberry.
Nate’s onslaught on my manhole had also begun to escalate and when he announced that he was getting close, Zeke told him to unload into his foreskin. After I moved to the side Nate stood and with his hand anchored on the wall, aimed his dick at the front of Zeke’s knob. As Zeke held his foreskin open, Nate began to grunt when his spunk sprayed into the opening. Afterward, as Nate moved away Zeke offered his cock to me once more.
“Time to feed, boy,” he said.
Placing Zeke’s tube around my lips, my tongue commenced slurping the delicious seed from the cave.
“Are you still hungry, boy?” Zeke asked as he got to his feet.
“Yes,” I literally panted.
Zeke now tugged on his knob frantically, before moulding the front of his foreskin onto my mouth as he began to shoot. As a fantastic crème brûlée of jizz infused my mouth, I relished my final dessert of the afternoon. After scouring every last drop of Zeke’s offering from his foreskin, I looked up at him and smiled.
“Did you enjoy that, boy?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” I replied, smiling.
“Where do you live?” he unexpectedly asked. After telling him he let out a snort, informing me that his house was just around the corner from me.
“Are you done here today?” he then inquired.
“Yeah, this was last port of call,” I informed him.
“Mine too,” he replied, before continuing, “Why don’t you follow me home and join us for a drink?”
“Us?” I asked, somewhat bewildered.
“Sure… I share a house with two buddies. You’ll like them, they’re really nice guys,” he replied.
Truthfully, I really wanted to go home and get on with a few chores, which was part of my boring daily routine. Having had a really great day of fun, however, I figured what the hell and accepted his offer.
As we departed from the establishment I knew that I would be back. Following Zeke’s pickup as we drove in our separate vehicles, I also had the strange feeling that my day was far from over.