Monday, March 19, 2012

My First Orgy Part 2: Things Get A Little Bad

This is a continuation of my post about my first orgy which happened last Thursday. You can find the first post here. As much as I would love to cover every moment of the night, unfortunately that would take too long, and as it is, I have one more post to make about this night. So if things seem to jump around, I apologize.


After fucking the runner for what felt like a very long and pleasureful time, I sat on the bed for a moment, surveying how the dynamic in the room had changed. Men had been coming and going the entire time I was there, and I was pretty sure that I was the longest person there at the moment. I could feel my cock was sticky and a bit gross and I was dripping sweat into my eyes, so I followed the runner into the bathroom to wash myself off before joining back in.While in there he thanked me again for the thorough fucking I had given him, and asked me if I had been to one of these orgies before. I said no, though I didn't let on that I had never been to ANY orgy before. He gave me some information about a guy who hosts orgies much more frequently and usually has a better turn out. I haven't gone looking yet, but it is definitely something I'm interested in. Especially if I get to hook up with that runner again.

After I wiped myself off, I left him to get dressed and started walking back into the room. I bumped into a guy who had just come in, still wearing some trunks and a shirt that had "Wrestle Me" written on the back of it in bold, black letters. He came me a quick up and down in the light coming from the open bathroom door and asked, "You aren't leaving, are you?"

"No," I replied, "Just taking a little break." I watched him undress before I walked over to the bed where a man was sitting and facing me. My cock was still hard, but not ready for much more action yet, and he wasn't that good at giving blow jobs anyway. I discovered that the ratio of good cock suckers to total men in the room was rather low, which was unfortunate, but also meant that I got more cock in my mouth than most other guys there, which I did not have a problem with.

I got on my knees to suck him off so that I could have a reasonable excuse for him to not be sucking on mine. Apparently I did a good job of it too, because within a few minutes of me going down on him, he was asking if I would take his load. I just moaned and kept sucking and in moments he was filling my mouth up with a respectable load. Enough that I had to swallow a few times. After I finished he pointed my head to another man sitting and watching us. "Looks like you've got another over there."

It was like that for a while, most men sucking and getting sucked. I was part of a large knot on the bed, taking loads as they came and I fired off two more of my own. I was still feeling hands all over my body the way I had before, but some of them were more insistent. Every so often a finger would find it's way to my hole. A guy would moan. I would hear, "You have a hot hole." Then the finger would try to enter, and I would swat it away. I also had a few questions about if I would bottom. I replied that no, I would not bottom. Most guys got the hint.

One troll, however, did not get the hint. Not from me, and not from a few of the other total tops in the room.

We were around a guy who was doing a great job of bottoming. He would frequently pull some poppers out of his kneepads and draw from them. Other than that, he didn't make much of a sound while he was passed around. I was waiting for my turn to try his hole while the guy I had bumped into coming out of the bathroom was currently deep inside. Another man was doing a passable job at sucking me off ("To get you nice and ready for that hole," he said). The troll kept trying to finger us all. We generally ignored him. After all, there was a perfectly good bottom right there. Why was he trying to fuck the tops?

I was trying not to let it bother me too much. I didn't want it to ruin my mood or the orgy. But when I moved to the bottom's mouth, the troll slid up beside me, his hand running to my ass crack. "Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Not really," I replied. "I'm not a bottom."

"I know," he said, "But it still feels good, right?"

"You want to make me feel good, then keep it outside the hole."

Finally it was my turn to fuck the bottom. His hole was wet with cum and I felched a bit out of him before lining up and pushing in to his puffy hole. I got into a good rhythm and was getting some nice moans out of the bottom when suddenly I felt the troll's invading hand again. He had just been told off by another guy, but had moved back to me. This time he was much more aggressive. I shoved his finger right into my hole, and it hurt, and I wasn't happy.

I told him to back off and moved to get blown again, but he came with me. "You gonna let me fuck that amazing hole of yours?" he asked.

"No. I don't get fucked."

The next thing I knew he had a bottle of poppers in my face, practically in my mouth, and he said to me, "Take a hit of this and it will change your mind." At the same time he pushed not one, but two fingers into my hole, as if to prove that I was open enough for him.

I roughly pushed his hand away and gave my loudest, most firm "No." I didn't care that his poppers probably spilled. I didn't care that I was in the middle of a great blow job. I decided that was it. I had already shot my load three times. I was good. I could leave for the night. With a little regret I got off the bed and went back into the bathroom to wash off again. I watched the guy I had bumped into fingering the bottom's hole open wider and wider as I dressed. I even slowed down so that I could watch. But as I tied my shoes and grabbed my coat, I had every intention of leaving for the night.

I didn't leave though, and I'm glad I didn't. Things were about to get a lot better for me.

11 comments:

  1. So hot. i wish i could have been there.

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    1. That would have made it even more fun, I'm sure. And you could have helped me fight off Mr. Hands.

      -Ace

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  2. In a group situation like this you will always find good and bad 'guests', and Mister Can't Take a Hint was one of the bad ones.

    I guess guys who go to a lot of orgies know who's who and after awhile know who to invite for planned invite type orgies which would be better.

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    1. It really is like any other party. At some point someone comes who you don't want to be there and it has the potential of ruining it for everyone. Fortunately I was able to recover, as you'll see in my next post.

      -Ace

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  3. Ace,

    It is frustrating when someone doesn't listen and respect others at an orgy. If everyone listens and respect each others...amazing time can be had by all at an orgy. I attend one regularly and if someone keeps trying that and being told by many NO and he keeps trying...the hosts will throw him out and not invite him back.

    VRPB

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    1. The host at this orgy never stepped foot into the room where the sex was going on, and I'm not entirely sure why. I'm sure if he had seen it, he would have stopped it. As it was, the guy didn't stay much longer.

      -Ace

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  4. LOL. Shaggy it was your hair. :)
    Sadly, he thought you were his play thing. Why did the host not escort him out of there? He sexually harassed your hole. I hope you got restitution. :)

    G

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    1. Strangely enough, the guy hosting never stepped a foot into the room that the orgy went on in. Not even to watch. No idea why. It seems like the whole time I was there he was watching TV and on his computer.

      -Ace

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  5. I went to a couple of orgies in Tampa. Nice house, pool and hot tub. There were about 40 hot guys there, but I would say that only about 8 of us were having sex. What a disappointment!

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    1. Yeah, seems like a lot of guys came, watched, jerked, and left. I was one of the few actually having sex.

      -Ace

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