Date: Wed, 9 Apr 2014 18:14:54 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alvaro Lopez <lopezbos@yahoo.com>
Subject: gay male/encounters  PART 1

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise
illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do
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Comments and suggestions are welcomed at lopezbos@yahoo.com]


A Group Thing


My calendar pinged and as I read the cancellation, I had to grin. This was
one of those rare moments that guys like me live for. The project meeting
was cancelled, everyone at home was doing something else, and I now had
four hours of unplanned time.


Within seconds I was on my m2m apps looking for my buddies, hoping that one
of them would have the time, place, and urge to get together.  Fifteen
minutes later I was trolling CL in mild desperation. There is nothing more
frustrating that missing an opportunity. Well, yes, there is: When you
commit to meeting up with one guy and the hot guy that you never thought
would even look at you asks you over. That's frustrating, but much more
implausible.


I'd been FB with a guy for almost three years. We weren't particularly
exclusive, but it was nice to know that fun was available with a little
planning and a little luck. Two parts of the equation (guy and place) were
pretty much set. But since we weren't exclusive, he'd gone off and met
Mr. Right. I was very happy for him, but it left me back in a market that
I'm ill equipped to compete in. I'm middle aged, not particularly buff, and
married. My competition is younger, hotter, available, and sluttier.


I'm not picky about my guy; not because I'm desperate, but because I
honestly like all types of guys. Sure, on the pecking order the Muscle Bear
would be on the top, (literally) but I don't hunt for them specifically.
Age is the least of my interests; I've met a few guys way up there that
would make you walk funny for days. I've also met handsome young hunks that
were just a tiny step up from jacking off in front of porn. My only rule is
to stay clear of the `high mileage' guys.


Twenty-five minutes into my bonus time, I scrolled through my mail and
found a notification of a group thing. It started about an hour ago. Now I
will freely admit that I subscribe to several of these and fantasize wildly
about them, but that's a far cry from actually attending one. Desperate
times call for desperate measures.  I put the address into my GPS and
headed out. It was close to my office and easy to get to. I sat in my car
in the parking lot, staring at the hotel. I don't have to do anything, I
told myself. I can just watch, and if it's too weird, I can walk out. Walk
out of a room full of horny men. Yeah, that sounds like me. OK, just long
enough to bust a nut watching the guys play. Live porn.


I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car and locked it. I walked
around to the right room and knocked lightly. I couldn't hear anything
inside. I tried not to think about the security cameras capturing all this
for posterity. As my nerve started to leave me, the door opened.


"Howdy! C'mon in." I was greeted by a guy that can best be described as an
`uncle' type. He was shorter than me, about five eight, five nine.
Roundish, balding, glasses, and, to my surprise, fully dressed. I walked
into the small anteroom and he offered his hand.


"I'm Carl" he said, "I'm working the door until seven. And you are?"


"Justin" I said, using my usual alias. He winked and nodded. Was it that
transparent?


"Couple of rules" he said, escorting me into the little kitchen. "No drugs,
except poppers, no smoking, no pictures or phones, and most importantly, no
means no. OK?"

I nodded. I wasn't sure what to do except stand there. I could hear
murmuring in the other room, but it sounded like conversation, not sex.


"Can I get you a drink?"

I nodded, "Yes, thank you.  Whiskey if you got it."

"First time?" he said pouring me a shot. I nodded again, sipping, then
knocking it back quick. "Don't be nervous, it's a great bunch of guys
tonight, most of them are regulars, but there's a couple of new guys like
you here too."

 "Let me fill you back up" said Carl, pouring another shot. This one I
would nurse. When I turned, I noticed masking tape with numbers on the
cabinets. I furrowed my brow, and Carl helpfully explained, "Lockers" he
said. "Clothing is optional, and pretty much everyone in the living room is
not exercising that option. You can put your clothes in here, the doorman,
me, for another fifteen, keeps an eye on things."

Decision time. I shed my shirt and pants, socks and shoes, but opted to
keep my underwear. I folded and packed my things into the cabinet.


"You remember the rules?" asked Carl with another wink.


"Well" I said, a bit sarcastically, "since I don't have a place to hide
drugs, cigarettes or a camera, I guess the `no' rule is pretty much the
only one I need to remember."  Carl laughed amiably.


"Let's get you introduced then, shall we?" He led the way back into the
tiny vestibule to the living room. If I hadn't been standing there mostly
naked, it would have been any cocktail party I've been to in the last ten
years. Five guys were standing and sitting around, drink in hand, talking
and laughing. A few guys looked over as we entered. Carl led me to a small
group by the couch. "This is Justin" he said, "Justin, this is Max, our
host for tonight."

Max raised his drink and smiled, "Welcome Justin, glad you're here."  Max
was the `professor' type. Long and lean, salt and pepper trim beard, hairy
chest, and a mischievous glint in the eye as if he knew something you
didn't. I liked the look of him, as, apparently did the two other guys
nearby as they were hard. "This is Andy and Patrick" he said by way of
introduction. "They're regulars in our little club."

I nodded, "Nice to meet all of you" I said, sipping my whiskey. Andy was
about my age, on the chubby side with a cute, boyish face and an overall
`soft' look. He didn't make any pretense of checking me out, his gaze
lingering on my crotch. Despite all the naked manflesh, I wasn't showing
much. Patrick stuck out his hand and I took it. He was a bear, a big
bear. Shorter than me, but easily 275. I felt a tingle down there looking
at his thick coating of hair. He sported a black, trimmed beard and had the
solid meat look that I really like. Nothing `soft' about Patrick.  His cock
curved upwards, thicker at the base than the tip, and cut neatly. I didn't
stare, but I wanted to.


"Patrick you're up in fifteen" said Carl.


Of course, I thought, the one guy I've met so far that inspires me and he's
going to get dressed.


"I'll introduce him around" said Andy, taking my hand and pulling me over
to the other side. He leaned close to me, "Nice to have another bottom" he
whispered. I gave him a questioning stare.  He shrugged a little, "A girl
knows" he said, smiling.

"I'm not ready to do anything like that" I whispered back, but it sounded
hollow even to me.


Andy led me to two guys who were chatting about golf courses. He waited for
a lull in their conversation before introducing me to Matt and Drew. I
noted they they both also opted for boxers. We chatted a little about
sports, golf mostly, which I don't really follow or care much about. It was
surreal to be having the conversation in my underwear standing next to a
naked guy. Even in this situation, it was obvious these guys were here
together and really weren't interested in 'mingling' with anyone else.


"We'll leave you two alone, I just wanted Justin to know he wasn't the only
newbie here!" chirped Andy, taking my hand and leading me off. It's a small
room, it wasn't like I was going to get lost. "They're sort of a couple" he
said in my ear, "Matt is the hot one, Drew is the younger one, but they're
basically waiting for some alone time in the other room."


Instead of going back to Max, he led me to the little table. "So do you
have any questions?"

I knocked back the rest of the whiskey. "Not to be lewd" I started,
"but..."

Andy pointed to the closet. Or I thought it was. "Max prefers that we keep
the sex in the other room so guys have a place to go when they're, um,
recovering.  The action's in there. Right now there's four guys in the
bedroom. Last time I checked, they were in the throes of a circle
jerk. Want to go in?"

"Of course he does" said Carl, joining us. He had shed his clothes and was
wearing a leather harness. Both his nipples were pierced and as my eyes
wandered down his mostly hairless body, I was a bit taken aback by a huge
cock dangling between his legs. It had a sizable PA. The `uncle' thing was
still there, but it was well camouflaged. "He didn't come to shoot the
shit. Am I right?" Even his personality was different.  Hell, I guess so
was mine in these circumstances. "Lose the boxers" he said
smiling. "Clothing isn't an option in there."

"Don't be a dick, Carl" protested Andy. "If you're more comfortable with
them on, leave them on" he said to me. Carl's appearance was having an
effect on me. While I couldn't erase the `uncle' persona, the guy standing
in front of me was definitely my type.  Better to show some restraint, I
thought.


"Suit yourself" said Carl, and he walked past us and opened the door. I
took it as my cue to move as well.  Andy stood as well and followed.


The bedroom was dimly lit, a towel had been put over the nightstand
light. It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the space. Two king beds,
the one nearest empty, the other piled with bodies writhing around. Carl
bounced on the open bed and patted it. "C'mon over" he said to me.

Andy walked past me and sat on the bed next to Carl. I walked over and sat
next to Andy, with Carl behind us.  He was stroking his massive cock and I
finally understood what `choking the chicken' referred to. Carl nudged Andy
to move so as not to impede his view.  And it was quite a view.

Andy `introduced' me to the bunch, more like reading a program at a
game. "Sam's the guy on his back, Charlie is the one with his head on the
pillows, Sal is the guy um, working on Sam, and that's Carlos."

Carlos was standing beside the bed feeding his cock to Sam. His head turned
at the sound of his name, and he acknowledged us. "Hey" he said to me.


"Hi" I replied. What do you say in this situation? Carlos was tall,
probably six three. Broad shoulders, meaty.  Probably in his mid
fifties. His ass (which was only a foot from my face) was amazing, tight
and perky like a twink's. Long, muscular legs, flexing as he pumped. He
turned back to his task of gagging Sam. I couldn't really see Sam, since
Sal was draped mostly over him. Sal was much older, probably in his late
sixties.  He was very lean, and a bit wrinkly, but he was going at Sam's
cock like a champ. Charlie was another bear, the big, round kind. He wasn't
particularly hairy, or beefy, just big. He was playing with Sal's ass and
stroking himself.  What drew my attention was his huge bull-balls. I'd
never seen balls that big. Each one would have fit in my hand.


I felt Carl's hand on my back and turned towards him. His wood was harder
now, though still doughy. It was impressive and intimidating. "Ready to
lose the shorts?" he asked, grinning. I slipped out of my boxers and my
cock sprang up. Andy's eyes were glued to it.


"Oh my, another uncut" he said, licking his lips. "May I?"


I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded. Andy threw himself in front of
me and devoured my cock. I'm a decent seven, and this guy took it to the
balls in one gulp.


"He's good" said Carl behind me, still stroking with one hand and massaging
my back with the other.  I moaned in response. I opened my legs a little to
give Andy more access. Of all the guys here, Andy was probably the one I'd
be least likely to hook up with, but he was an awesome cocksucker. In no
time he had me hard as steel.

"Lay back" said Carl. There's something about a guy that speaks
declaratively that gets to me. I know I can still say `no' but I don't want
to. Carl makes room for me and I lay back.  From our positions, I can
surmise what he wants, but I'm not ready to start sucking his monster. He
surprises me by bending over and kissing me.  Andy has moved to my balls
and I moan, and Carl takes it as his cue to kiss harder.  Three minutes
into the room and I'm ready to blow a load. Carl is massaging my chest,
gently tugging my nipples and I arch my back. My hand finds his cock and my
fingers don't touch when I wrap my fist around it. It's hard and soft, and
hot. I stroke it for him as he repositions himself beside me.


In a moment, I feel Andy move off me, and I feel his mouth on Carl's
cockhead. It's an odd, new feeling and I wish I could see it, but Carl has
me pinned. Then I feel another mouth on my cock, more gentle, more
tentative. I wonder whose it is, but I'm beginning not to care.


Carl breaks the kiss and looks down at me smiling, "You're a hot piece,
Justin" he smiles.  "Thank you sir" I reply before my brain has time to
edit it. Carl grins maliciously.


"Another time, pup" he says in my ear, "just us." Then he bites my
earlobe. He gives my nipple a hard pinch and to my disappointment, he gets
off the bed.  I take the opportunity to look at who's sucking me. It's Sal,
I think, by process of elimination. Sam is still working on Carlos, and
Charlie is standing beside Carlos, furiously pounding his meat. His huge
nuts are visible even past the copious thighs on him. I wonder how that guy
walks.


Carl is by the nightstand, his back to me. Even without seeing it, I know
he's getting suited up. Charlie bends over the edge of the bed and climbs
on, adjusting himself of the edge of the bed, his hand diving between those
two huge cheeks.  Andy is on Carlos' ass, diving deep. The scene is so hot,
I can't believe it. Sal is a crappy cocksucker, and I'm glad of it or I'd
have cum by now.


Carl slaps Charlie's ass and positions himself behind him. He runs that
monster up and down Charlie's crack, spits down on it, and grabs Charlie's
hips to line him up.  For a second I'm jealous of Charlie, but just for a
second. Carl's cock is easily bigger than the biggest I've ever taken. Carl
has removed the PA at least. I see him pressing into Charlie, half his dick
vanishes between the huge cheeks before he encounters resistance. Charlie
braces himself, I see his legs quiver a little. It's hard to tell who's
pushing, but I can only imagine trying to take that monster. Carl pulls out
and applies more lube to his cock. I'm mesmerized by the heft of that
thing. It doesn't belong on Carl, it's totally out of proportion. Back in
it goes, and Charlie grunts as it hits the wall.  Carl's face is clenched,
and he goes up on his toes. Charlie lets out a bull bellow as Carl breaches
him. Carl eases in, slowly.

"Fuck that's big" grunts Charlie.  "Damn" Carl has stopped moving.  All
eyes are on this moment, even Sal has stopped sucking me to see this. Andy
looks over to me and winks. I wonder if he's taken Carl's snake
himself. Carl adjusts and starts a slow, rhythmic stroke. Charlie is
grunting with every push, but his huge ass stays in place; the bear ain't
running.


Carl is going deeper now, pushing harder. Charlie's balls are rocking back
and forth with each stroke and the squishing sound of sex fills the
room. Sam is madly stroking his cock and watching. He lets out a little yip
as he shoots a glob of cum onto himself.  Carl and Charlie settle into a
pace and Sal tries to go back on me, but I wave him off. I want to stroke
myself, but I know I won't last a second.


Sam gets up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and Carlos turns
around. Andy's taken a seat next to me to watch the action.


"Want another go Andy?" Carlos asks.  I see him full on as he turns to face
us. His chest was sprinkled with hair and his slick cock must have been a
good eight inches. Andy looks at his still-hard cock longingly.

"I would, but I promised Patrick" he replied. Carl is pumping faster now,
and Charlie is muttering between the groans. My eyes dart between the
copulation and Carlos' amazing body. A black treasure trail led he eye to
that beautiful tool of his.


"How about you?" asked Carlos with a grin. I smile up and him and bend over
to get closer to that perfect cock. He steps up and I take it in my mouth,
gently, savoring it. I sucked it in slowly, getting used to it, getting
familiar with it. This was a cock I wanted to get to know.


"Mmmm" groaned Carlos, "that's nice, but not what I had in mind."

I looked up at his smiling face.  Between my eyes and his, that fuzzy black
forest, those two pecs, tipped with dark brown, silver dollar sized erect
nipples. In my hand a magnificent cock, not too thick. In the other hand, a
set of good sized hairy, heavy balls.


There are moments when, if you took the time to think, you would miss the
moment. This was one of them. I nodded and Carlos gave a big smile
back. Andy reached around Carl and grabbed the tools we needed and handed
them to Carlos.  This was really happening, I thought. I'm going to get
fucked, no prelude, no lame small talk, hell, not even a warm-up make
out. I stood up, deciding which bed to use.

As if reading my mind, Carlos stepped up to me and kissed me, hard and
long. I savored his lips as my hands roamed his body.  He was sweaty and
musky and I took him in with pleasure. He broke the kiss and worked his
lips down my neck to my chest and I felt my cock starting to leak. For a
moment, it was just us in the room. He came back up and kissed me
again. His hands grabbed by ass and he squeezed. I felt his finger sliding
into my crack, lubing me up as he went. I was struggling to keep my eyes
from rolling back. It was foreplay on fast forward, and I have to admit I
was liking it. He leaned into me, and I let myself drop onto the bed next
to Charlie. Andy helpfully put a pillow under my back.


"Ready?" asked Carlos, putting on the condom.

"Go easy, it's been a while" I said. I wasn't going to roll over, I wanted
to watch this hunk as he entered me. Throwing any semblance of prudishness
to the wind, I grabbed by knees.  Carlos grabbed by left ankle with his
right hand and used his left to guide himself towards me. I instinctively
clenched at the touch of his cock.  "Relax" Carlos growled.  "Look at me"
he said.


My body was actually bouncing a little from Charlie and Carl's
activities. I looked at Carlos and felt the hot, burning sensation as he
began his entry. I relaxed into the pain, pushing back a little. I focused
on his entry, his opening me. Our eyes were locked, I know I was grimacing
in pain and determination.  The bed bounced and Carlos popped into me. I
cried out then laughed, to let him know I was OK. He held steady there,
just inside.  Now every movement of the bed was being telegraphed directly
to my ass. My ass was moving, but Carlos was not. The sensation was
amazing. Carl had shifted into piston gear and Charlie's body was jumping
every time Carl bottomed out. I let out a low growl of pleasure, and Carlos
inched deeper. He used little in and out strokes that, combined with the
big bear next to me moving the bed, made me feel like I was being rabbit
fucked.


The pain of entry was subsiding now, and I exhaled a breath I didn't know
I'd been holding. Carlos surged into me, feeling me relax, and it felt like
he was at my belly button.


"OOooh fuck" I said. Carlos took my other ankle in hand and spread my legs,
sliding the last two inches into me.  I felt an electric shock in my body
and let loose a guttural moan. Carlos smiled and ground into me, making me
literally shake from head to toe.


"Atta boy" grunted Carl. "Take his cock."

I looked over at Carl. He gave me a wink and pushed his cock into Charlie
with a hot vengeance that elicited an umph from the big man.


"Damn Carl, you're hard tonight" said Charlie through clenched teeth.  I
looked over to my bedmate.  His face was dripping with sweat.  In a weird
moment of communication, we leaned towards each other and kissed.  Carlos
withdrew about half his cock slowly, teasing me. He reversed and pushed in
back, equally slowly. I could feel every inch of him; every vein, every hot
outline of his cock. I threw my hands over my head and just enjoyed
it. Carlos' rhythm was slow and easy, no hurry, no urgency.  My entry
became more and more accustomed to his rod and I began to move my hips to
give him new sensations. He got the hint and picked up the pace a bit,
still only pulling out halfway before sliding back in. It was faster, but
still gentle.  The same could not be said about Carl. I could see him
clearly, if not his cock. From the range of his thrust, he was punch
fucking Charlie.  I looked at Charlie, head down, ass up, taking it like a
man.


I'd lost track of Sal and Andy, although I wasn't really looking for either
of them. My attention was on Carlos.  I ran my hands over his chest, and as
my fingers grazed his huge nips, he pushed deep and hard. I jumped at the
jolt to my prostate, and ran my fingers over them again. Carlos groaned and
started really getting into the fuck. I was twisting my hips, grabbing his
body and fucking him right back. He felt so good inside, I didn't want him
to stop.


Carl grabbed Charlie by the hips and practically lifted him off the bed
with his dick. No small feat since lifting Charlie with anything but a
forklift would be a challenge. Carl bellowed and pushed Charlie flat onto
the bed. Charlie whimpered and shook as Carl emptied himself into him.  At
the same time, I reached down and started tickling Carlos' balls. He gasped
and drove into me so hard I yelped.

"Oh shit" he said, and in the next second I felt him tense up. He froze,
his cock buried to the balls. He looked at me, mouth open and I felt his
cock pulsing. I hadn't meant to make him cum, but I squeezed my ass
tightly, wanting him to experience half the pleasure I was getting.  Carlos
collapsed on me, panting and sweating. I wrapped my arms and legs around
him, feeling his cock slipping from me. I hated it being over, but I was
glad to have given him a good ride.

"Sorry man" he said in my ear, "I've been edging for hours, and you sent me
over the top."

"Oh" I sighed as he finally slipped out, "thank you for the fuck of my
life."  I held him tighter.


Carlos kissed me and stood up, grabbing the condom off his deflated
cock. It was still impressive, and I was pretty surprised I'd taken it. I
started to stand, but was a little light-headed. Carl extracted himself
from Charlie and Charlie rolled over next to me.


"That was fucking amazing" he said to Carl.


"I always am" replied Carl with a slap to Charlie's ass. He headed for the
bathroom with Carlos, leaving me and Charlie on the bed.

"I've never done this before" I confessed. Charlie looked at me with
shock. "The group thing" I clarified.  Charlie was absently playing with
his cock. I slid over to him and put my head on his shoulder. I reached
down and started massaging his balls. His arm went around me and pulled me
closer. I noticed that we were alone in the room.  I started stroking my
cock as well, enjoying the camaraderie.


"It took me a while to get used to" he said, staring up at the ceiling. "My
lover introduced me to this group, then the bastard went and took up with a
twink."

"Are you with Carl now?" I asked, feeling the heft of his balls was making
me hard again.


He laughed, "Carl? Fuck no.  If it weren't for the cock on him, I wouldn't
even talk to the fucker." He laughed again. "No, I'm not looking for anyone
right now. Give em a good tug, will you son? I gotta get off before the
next round."

I pulled on his nuts, gently, then harder as his stroking got more rapid.
I knew it wasn't the right time, but I wanted to know. "Next round?"



[to be continued]


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