This is a continuation from last week’s Pride sex party in Harlem. Read part I here.
I was beginning to lose myself in him. My hips acted on their own accord, thrusting harder and faster. I didn’t want to cum so quickly into the night. I had been in the basement for all of five minutes, so I grabbed my balls and tugged on them. It worked, sorta. Really, it just delayed my orgasm by a minute, but it didn’t stop me from cumming.
I pulled out as I whispered into his ear, “Sorry, I don’t want to cum yet.”
“Noooooooo!!” he said, and I understood his frustration. He had earned that load. But I held my ground. Sure, I can go after I cum, especially since viagra was running through my veins, but I really had just gotten there. I wanted to edge myself just a little bit longer so I could have a more intense orgasm.
“You feel too damn good,” I said, hoping the compliment would partially make up for the lack of cum.
“Thank you,” he said, turning back to face me. “Come find me later, when you’re ready to bust.”
“I will,” I said, aware that I was likely lying. But what was I to say? “There’s a decent chance I’ll be balls deep in someone, and if his bussy feels like butter, I won’t be able to control myself, and Lord knows I won’t stop fucking to go find you because who knows where you’ll be. Also, we literally just met, so like, come on, dude.” No, this is one of those times where I think a white lie is appropriate.
When my bear left the room, hopefully to get a load, I found myself on the bed, next to Andrew. Was he there the whole time?
“Zach!” he shouted, excited to see me. I loved how, while getting fucked, he was saying my name.
I kissed Andrew while a big-dicked daddy thrust powerfully into Andrew, shaking the bedframe. When Daddy went off to grab some water, I took his place. But again, I found myself ready to unload almost immediately. There was simply no escaping all the stimulation. Everywhere I looked, there was a dick or ass, or a dick in an ass. There were abs and bellies. Hairy and smooth (but mainly hairy). If I closed my eyes to avoid the arousing visuals, I could hear the sound of dicks smashing into asses, gargles from getting throat fucked, a chorus of moans, and “shitttttt!” I couldn’t even take a deep breath to calm myself, because I’d get a whiff of the smell of sex. Every sense was being delightfully assaulted by primal fucking. (Oh, poor Zach! How hard life is for you!)
I pulled out and was again told to save my load, which gave me a distinct sense of déjà vu, except this time I actually meant it when I replied that I would save one for him. Andrew and I were friends. We had spoken about this party and fucking each other. We had fucked last week, and though it was an ask, it was one I wanted to fulfill. But, you know, he wouldn’t take my first load. Maybe he’d get second, or I’m feeling ambitious, third load of the evening. Sure, I wouldn’t be shooting rope my third time, but that would still be before I shoot dust.
I was panting. I needed water, breather, air. As I went to put my thong back on, I ran into a man I’d fucked last year at the party, and we’d actually fucked again at my place about six months back. He wore a mesh sports bra and matching mesh panties. This man, my age, was a Pokémon gay. A gamer. Adult animation. Disney. I used to mock these types of men when I was younger, but growing older has taught me to embrace them. There is too much hardship in this world, so if something brings you happiness, revel in it. Truth be told, I secretly enjoy most of those “childish” things anyway, and life is far too short to pretend otherwise. I mean, I literally have a tattoo of Wario’s hat on my ribcage.
This Disney gay was the final boss of asses. He had one of those massive bedonks that was somehow both fat and muscular at the same time. And his skin? I was pretty sure he bathed in coconut oil because he was so smooth and shiny. And while his hole expanded to take me, when he clenched, it tightened back up, his smooth skin matching his smooth insides. He really had one of the best asses of anyone I’d ever fucked, and at this point, I was so close to exploding. I knew if I were to fuck him, it would be game over.
But fuck, I did not care. He was the final boss after all.
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