Date: Thu, 17 Dec 2009 12:55:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Ronald Slimman <ronslimman@yahoo.com>
Subject: My time with Randy, Part 4

My time with Randy, Part 4

A Nice Piece of Ass!

To my surprise, it wasn't just a few of the other guests who had been
observing the heated action of Randy, Lola, and myself in the bedroom.  It
seems our antics had been entertaining all the others as well who were at
the party. All seven of the guests were now filing into our bedroom. They
were still naked as were we. I enjoyed watching them eagerly amble in. Who
wouldn't have, observing such a parade of handsomely muscled, well-endowed
manhood.

Randy was the first to speak. "Hey guys, maybe we better use the great
room. It'll be tight in here for all of us to...well...spread out in."

"Oh hush, Randy," Lola interrupted primly, a lascivious smile on her
face. "This room will certainly do. Besides with all of us packed together
here, we couldn't help avoid pressing a lot of flesh. And I don't mean
shaking hands!" She then giggled heartily, waggling her ample
bosom. Everyone joined her laughter. Agreement with her way of thinking
seemed unanimous.

At the end of the line was Terry, who I had met briefly earlier during the
party. He was a stunning red-haired giant, thus being nicknamed "Big Red."
And he was smiling at me! Locking my eyes to his green ones, I returned the
smile, then observed the full extent of his well-developed body. He was a
true redhead, attested to by the wisps of hair on his chest, legs and at
his curly, closely-cropped crotch. Red's boner was impressive too, down to
his slightly blush-colored and blood-engorged shaft. His equipment down
below did not match that of Randy's in length or girth, of course, but it
sure was invitingly impressive in its own right.

I involuntarily licked my lips as I watched Terry's aroused manhood
quiver. He noticed and his smile deepened. In a way, Terry physically was
an ivory-colored twin to black Randy. Randy in physique was the epitome of
a breathtaking ebony Atlas; and Terry a close, but pale-hued second.

With this comparison leading my thoughts back to Randy, I looked for him
amid the display of deliciously bare meat in the room, hoping to pair off
with him. However, I could see that Lola already had him in tow; they were
deeply into foreplay. Somewhat disappointed, I turned back to Terry. His
attention hadn't diverted from me but he seemed hesitant. So I took the
lead and walked over to him. My preference is for black cock. But, hey, if
I closed my eyes a lesser-pigmented type would do just as well at such a
time as this.

"Hi Terry, where have you been all my life?" I teased.  I then
lightheartedly posed in front of him, hands on my hips, and looked up into
his green eyes.  I flaunted as best I could my twinkish nakedness, trying
to make myself seem as sexy as possible to this giant. I knew it was
overkill since I had already won his favorable attention. But what the
hell...

Terry eyed my smooth, hairless, slim body appreciatively then smiled,
"Funny you should ask. I've been asking myself the same question."

He then moved closer to me, pressing his alert and abundant manhood against
my belly, and gave me a lingering kiss. I melted. But I had enough sense to
grab his primed cock, jack its tautness slowly, gently, then—-not
letting it go--I looked for an open spot in the crowded room for what I had
in mind. I noticed a clear area against the wall between a dresser and a
chair. The small space was partly occupied already, as one hunk was
standing and leaning, his outstretched arms against the wall for
support. Between him and the wall, another hunk was squatting, mouth locked
on to the party-of-the-first-part's cock. The standing stud being serviced
was grunting heavily and thrusting his hips as he diligently fucked the
croucher's face.

"Follow me," I said to Terry, still not letting go of his throbbing
manhood.  I gently led him to a space next to the couple at the
wall. Terry, of course, being in delicate tow had no choice but to follow
my lead. He did so carefully, but quite willingly.

"Let's play copy cat," I suggested, giving a quick nod toward the adjacent
couple. We then positioned ourselves in similar fashion to the other two. I
assumed the part of the 'blowor" and Terry the "blowee." Also, given
Terry's height, I was kneeling instead of crouching, unlike my busy
cocksucking neighbor. Terry, in turn, leaned with both hands against the
wall, bent his knees slightly to bring his quivering, fully-tensioned cock
to the proper elevation of my waiting, spit-glistened lips.

I gobbled up his cock greedily, my lips stopping just slightly beyond his
crown and along his shaft. I worked my tongue, lashing it around and under
the crown. I then licked down his shaft. "Mmmmm," I uttered, letting Terry
know my appreciation of the delicious mega-morsel he was permitting me to
sample. My tongue's attention then turned to his balls, licking them,
tasting them. I also reveled in smelling the manliness of his aroused
crotch.

I took one of Terry's balls into my mouth, sucked on it gently. His body
stiffened more as he let out a soft hiss then a moan. Repositioning my head
slightly, I paid similar homage to his other testicle. If anything, when
sucking a stud's cock, I intended to be thorough in covering all the
territory being thrust at me.

Enough prep work! I then got down to real business: I began jacking Terry
heartily while sucking him off fast and furiously. He began moaning loudly,
his hips twitching and humping in high gear, trying to match the velocity
of my efforts.

I have to admit, I gloried in being in total control of this hunky stud and
previous others like him. I may have seemed to them as being the
subservient one as I serviced them, but I was in reality no submissive
supplicant in doing so. At such times, any sense of my own personal
physical and sexual inadequacies temporarily took a back seat. For those
few sublime moments, I was THE master—-the giver, the controller of the
tempo and deliverance of the gratification lusted for by an aroused male in
heat.

My quarry might be bigger and more muscled then me, but with his manhood in
my hands and it being played by my mouth, he was rendered totally helpless
and in my power.The stimulating sexual boost this knowledge gave me I best
describe psychologically as the cocksucking equivalent of topping though a
bottom. Terry was now totally my captive prey, and I was glorying in and
making the best of this too rare a moment.

Inevitably, Terry's body succumbed fully. He uttered a deep sigh, his
pleasure-tortured cock pulsing then spasming wads of cum into my waiting
gullet. I swallowed unhesitantly. The volume of Terry's delicious joy juice
didn't match that of Randy's copious effusions, but it was nothing to sneer
at. I then jacked and licked at his slowly retreating shaft, milking it
until I was assured he was totally spent. He was. Mission thus
accomplished, I then moved out from under and stood up for a
breather. Terry remained leaning against the wall, breathing heavily and
shaking his head as he regained composure.

I took this interlude to look around the room and see if any other avenue
of opportunity existed. But with the exception of the recovering Terry and
I, all the others were now busily and enjoyably lost in their own luscious
endeavors. To get an idea of the scene I beheld, this writer suggests you
look up etchings of old Victorian-era orgies composed during that period's
most degenerate phase. Instead of course, this was a modern all-male
communal affair, with the exception, as you would, of the hermaphroditic
Lola...Oops, pardon me, I mean 'intersexual person.'

At the moment, Randy's apartment rivaled the best of those old Victorian
renderings: naked flesh partnered and draped about everywhere in all sorts
of positions. Unlike in any still, lifeless etching of yore though, I
beheld around me lust-laden movements here and there as bodies tensed,
relaxed, played with each other--flesh against flesh--and reacted
noisily. All motion being accentuated by a background score of accompanying
soft moans, groans, whisperings, giggles, or whatever other sound the
dynamics of an individual's intense sexual activity might generate.

I moved around the room, squeezing tightly past invitingly muscled frames,
briefly rubbing a butt here, tugging at an available cock there, dropping
swiftly for a few quick licks at a bent over backside or pulling gently in
passing at some aroused nipples. The smell in the room reeked of various
mixtures of cologne mingled with the odor of sweaty, aroused man-flesh. I
was in hog heaven!

"Hello?" It was Terry's voice above the murmuring din of the enclosed
bedroom. He was standing on the other side of the room where I had left
him. He waved his hand for me to come over, then turned to the wall, leaned
over, held on against it, and invitingly wiggled his backside toward me.

'Hmmm,' I thought, 'Big Red is into anal.'

I slithered around and stepped over naked bodies and joined Terry where was
again bending over at the wall. He looked up at me, still offering a
come-on with his tempting, taut, bubble-butted backside.

"Are you ready for this type of game?" He asked.

This presented a problem, of course, since I suffer from erectile
dysfunction. However, this was not a time for thought, but for quick
action! Not a moment to lose, if I was to avail myself fully of the
opportunity being presented me!

I dropped to my knees behind Terry, spread his lovely, firm cheeks and
began rimming him. I was able to get my tongue a bit inside as Terry
relaxed the door to his love chute. I also reached between his slightly
spread legs and massaged his balls and tugged at his limp shaft. The latter
slowly rose again to the occasion. I then slipped one finger at a time into
his moistened, preworked opening. Finally, three fingers in all, I then
began to finger fuck him. I also intermittently slapped his cheeks with my
free hand. Each of his perfect ivory cheeks quickly reddened under my not
too harsh blows. Terry would moan and stiffen and relax his body as I
fingered his chute and slapped him, indicating he enjoyed my mixing of a
little pain with the pleasure my hands were administering. He took over the
jacking of himself to better complement the pleasure he was receiving from
my proddings.

I then stopped and stood up. Terry remained bent over against the wall, but
turned his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," I replied, "But I would like to do something special, if you're
not offended by it."

"What is it?"

"Hold on, I'll be right back and show you."

I walked over to the chair next to the door on which I had left my European
carry-bag when I first entered the bedroom room with Lola. Two hunks were
now inhabiting the chair, one sitting in the chair, while the other sat on
his lap, legs spread, eyes closed and straddling the first. The top sitter
was lost in reverie as he pushed himself up and down enjoying a delectable
reaming.

 I noticed the sitters had thoughtfully placed my carry-bag on the floor
next to the chair. Taking it, I returned to Terry. He was standing up now
and looked at my carry-bag.

"What's in there?"

"My 'essentials,' as I call them. I'll show you one that might interest
you."

I opened the bag and pulled out a black strap on-belt, and its mating
all-black, cock-like dildo. (I can't help it in things sexual that my
favorite color, or lack of color as you would have it, is black.)

I held these up in front of Terry, and asked, "Are you game?"

The dildo was an impressively thick eight-inches in length. Terry rubbed
his finger along its full length gingerly, and could only offer a low
"Yessss."

Without further hesitation, he returned to his bent over position against
the wall and began again to invitingly wiggle his beautiful butt. I
strapped on the belt; snapped the accompanying dildo into the belt's
bayonet fitting. I reached into the bag again, and came out with a tube of
lubrication, and slathered some of its contents on to the dildo. I paid the
same to courtesy to Terry, generously lubing his puckering love chute.

"Hurry," he whispered, his ass still invitingly in motion. "Fuck me good
and hard with that thing."

"Hush," I said, as I slapped his butt.

He whimpered, jerked under the blow, his cheeks tensing. "Please, please,"
he begged. I could see he was jacking himself more furiously as he awaited
my probe. I didn't disappoint him. I gingerly pressed the greased dildo in
and gently began hammering away. Over time, I slowly quickened the force
and pace of my reaming of Terry, going deeper and deeper. Terry's only
verbal response was a continuous gasping stream of,
"Yessss... Yesssss... Yesssss..."

And once again, he soon came and came and came... This time more copiously
than before. He jetted wads of cum against the wall. Observing this, I
reflexively licked my lips and swallowed.. 'What a waste of delicious
seed,' I thought

I withdrew. My slickened weapon bobbed jauntily before me, as if proud of
its conquest of a nice piece of ass. I looked around the room. A couple of
the guests that had been observing smiled knowingly at me and nodded
approvingly. Others were too busy lost in their own enjoyment to have
noticed anything. Acknowledging the salutation given by the onlookers, I
replied by bucking my hips, forcing my well-used dildo to nod up and down
more violently.  They laughed heartily.

After that night to forever remember, I hadn't heard from Randy for about
three weeks and figured it was all over as far as I was concerned, and that
he had moved on. But then, I received a phone call from him to meet for
dinner. He had something he wanted to broach to me. But, he didn't want to
provide details over his unsecured cell phone. My journal notes that this
led to a continuance of further adventure with Randy, which will be taken
up in Part 5...

Ron Slimman
ronslimman@yahoo.com