The following story contains content that may not be suitable for all readers, including, but not limited to, drug use, non-consensual sex or emotionally damaging behavior. This story is fictional and does not portray real events or real persons. Reader discretion is advised. All characters are 18 years or older.
I tied up my runners and headed out on my usual jogging route. My fiancée Katie was having a bachelorette party today, and despite her assurances, I couldn’t stop worrying about her. The problem was the party was being organized by her best friend Joanne who I didn’t trust. I could never see what Katie saw in her but their friendship went back many years. To me, she was an unreliable, reckless tramp. Katie was always telling me about Joanne’s latest escapade whether it was who she had slept with, what new party drug she had tried, or what outrageous prank she had played on some hapless victim. While Katie found it amusing, I didn’t, and I worried that she was a bad influence. Given her track record, I didn’t put it past Joanne to spike the punch or hire a male stripper for today’s event. I had mentioned my concerns to Katie but she assured me that it wouldn’t be that kind of party as Joanne had promised to behave. Yeah right. I had a bad feeling about the party but I couldn’t sit at home stressing about it so I decided to go for a run to clear my head instead.
It was a warm day and I was comfortable wearing shorts and a tank top as I jogged down the quiet, tree-lined street. I’m in great shape thanks to wrestling, running, and working out at the gym. In Katie’s words, I was pure beefcake and she loved to show me off when we were out, or play with my toned body when we were alone and naked. I felt the same about Katie, I loved her gorgeous body and couldn’t get enough of her firm tits and luscious booty. Thankfully, we had similar sex drives and got it on often. Despite Katie’s conservative upbringing, she was very sexually adventurous and always willing to experiment. While I considered myself open minded, she even shocked me at times with what she wanted to try but luckily I was generally up for anything, with the rare exception. More on that later.
As I cut through the park at the end of the street, I thought back to our conversation when Katie had first mentioned the party, “Seriously, Joanne is organizing it?” as I pictured Katie slurping Jell-O shots off some half-naked, sweaty gym rat’s six pack. Katie had assured me repeatedly that the party would be more bridal shower than stagette, with presents, silly games, and some wine. She had read Joanne the riot act with regards to strippers, booze, and drugs and Joanne had sworn she would be on her best behavior.
“Besides,” Katie reasoned, “both of our mothers, your sister, and the bridesmaids will be there. You know my mother’s head would explode if she saw some guy waving his dick at her.” She had a point there, maybe I was worrying too much. With Katie’s repeated assurances, we left it at that but I still felt uneasy. We were going to be married in a week and I didn’t want any speed bumps along the way.
While I seriously disliked Joanne, her opinion of me wasn’t much better. As Katie tended to share way too much, Joanne undoubtedly knew that I didn’t approve of her questionable behaviour. I also suspected Katie revealed too much about our sex life and thought it likely that Joanne had seen one of many explicit photos and videos we had taken of each other. The thought of Joanne seeing a photo or video of me with a hard-on or watching me get a blowjob from Katie gave me the creeps but it probably explained why I occasionally caught her checking me out when she thought I wasn’t looking. While Joanne may not like me, she didn’t seem to mind my bulge or ass. Of course Joanne was Katie’s maid of honor in our upcoming wedding but Joanne aside, I genuinely liked Katie’s other friends and had been welcomed into her group, many of who would be bridesmaids in our wedding and attending today’s event.
Did I mention Joanne was a slut? Katie had recently shared a story about Joanne hooking up with a couple of construction workers she had met at a local bar. There was a younger guy closer to Joanne’s age and an older dude in his mid-thirties, both were well built and very blue collar. After ample booze and drugs back at her place, Joanne ended up blowing them at the same time in her hot tub while rubbing their cocks together. As the night progressed, the guys seemed to get more comfortable with the threesome scenario and double penetrated Joanne with the younger guy lying on his back fucking her pussy, while the older guy took her ass doggy-style. According to Katie, Joanne totally got off on having two cocks stuffed inside her as well as all the sweaty ball slapping action as the guys thrust in unison. By the end of the night, Joanne and the younger guy were sucking the older guy’s cock and exchanging his load with their tongues. She even had video of the shared blowjob. Katie seemed flushed with excitement as she described the evening and started to show me Joanne’s video on her phone before I could stop her. I quickly pushed her phone away but not before seeing a good looking blonde guy and Joanne slurping away on a large, wet cock, “Ew, no thanks. I don’t want to see Joanne blowing a dick with another guy. Jesus Katie!”
“Aw, c’mon Brody, it’s not going to hurt you to look. Don’t you think it’s just a little bit hot when two big, tough dudes are confident enough in their masculinity to experiment with each other?” she asked as she reached for my crotch, gently massaging my dick through my shorts. “Joanne says this was the first time for both of them. I bet if it was girl on girl action, you’d be all over it.”
“Yeah, of course I would, but that’s different. I happen to like girls.” I reasoned while thickening in her talented grip.
“Well, I think it’s hot and I wish you were a bit more open-minded about a favorite fantasy of mine, you’re usually more adventurous. Joanne and I watched some gay/straight porn the other night and it was so sexy, I was incredibly wet. In the right situation, I might even share you with another guy, with me there of course. I know Tommy for one would love to get a taste of your cock,” she shared as she teased her hand along the length of my shaft.
While I had been enjoying Katie’s dick massage up to this point, I suddenly sat up straight, “Wait, what..? Tommy? Have you been talking to Tommy about my dick?” Tommy was Katie’s coworker who she jokingly referred to as her work husband, although he was as gay as they come. Tommy was slim and decent looking but he’d never pass for straight. His boyfriend Zach on the other hand was dark, muscular, and hairy. They made an unlikely couple but it seemed to work. Tommy and Zach had what Katie described as an open relationship so that probably kept things fresh. I had agreed to have Tommy as a groomsman in our upcoming wedding although, like Joanne, he always seemed to be checking me out. I just hoped he’d put the lecherous glances on hold during the wedding ceremony.
“Um, I don’t know, maybe I did? Tommy really likes you Brody and I might have shown him a photo or two. He thinks I’m lucky to be engaged to such a hottie and said he’d love to have a go at you. Zach never stops talking about your ass,” as she reached her hand into the leg of my shorts and wrapped it firmly around my hard-on.
Determined not to be distracted, I asked, “Oh my god Katie, you weren’t sharing our dirty videos with Tommy or Zach were you?”
Katie looked evasive as she answered, “Well, they weren’t that dirty, and in my defence, there may have been margaritas involved,” she giggled. “Besides, you know how proud I am of you and your sexy body right babe? I love every hard inch of you,” as she squeezed my hard-on. “By the way, Tommy says your cock is almost as big as Zach’s!” she proudly bragged.
Whoa, what? I was now pretty sure that Joanne, Tommy, and possibly Zach, had seen me hard and in action but how could I possibly stay mad at Katie when she put on that naughty school girl look while fondling my rigid tool. I sighed in exasperation and said, “I know you mean well Katie but please try not to share so much when it comes to our sex life, okay?”
Katie giggled as she maneuvered my dick and balls out from the leg of my shorts and pouted, “Okay silly,” before bending over to slip my hard cock into her warm, talented mouth. I interpreted her response as she would try harder but not that hard. Katie was a wild child and I didn’t think she’d ever change. As I felt myself getting closer to shooting a load as she milked my cock with her mouth, I resigned myself to this fact and vowed to embrace her kink while drawing the line at male on male action. If it made Katie wet thinking about me with another guy, so be it. I would never complain about Katie being too horny but she’d have to use her imagination.
As I came to the end of the park, I had two choices. I could turn left and circle back to my house, or turn right and pass by Katie’s parent’s house where the party was taking place. Katie’s parents lived in a large home in a nice part of town and had a good sized party room in their basement. Should I jog by the house? I really shouldn’t but the party was in the basement so it wasn’t likely I’d be seen. Also, it was one of my usual jogging routes so I didn’t see the harm as I turned right and headed towards my future in-laws’ home.
I could hear the party before I saw the house and noticed a few extra cars parked on the street. As I got closer, the constant beat changed into music accompanied by rowdy laughter and cheering. This sounded anything but a small bridal party with family and friends. I stopped at the curb in front of the house and strained to hear more. I could hear catcalls and female chanting of, “Go, go, go…” Suddenly I could hear a man’s amplified voice responding to the chants with, “Oh, you can tell she wants it!” as the cheering increased in volume.
What the actual fuck? It sounded like that bitch Joanne had gone ahead and hired a stripper despite Katie’s assurances. I was livid but what was I going to do, barge into a room full of drunken women and drag the guy out of there? I took a deep breath trying to calm myself. As suspicious as it sounded, I realized I might be jumping to conclusions and should confirm for myself. The last thing I needed to do was falsely accuse Katie of breaking our trust.
I looked up and down the street and glanced at the windows in the house before quickly walking up the driveway and quietly opening the gate at the side of the house. There were no basement windows facing the street and the windows on the side were covered so I crept cautiously towards the rear walk-out entrance. I could now hear distinctive voices above the general cheering including Joanne yelling, “Work it baby…” What the hell was going on?
The door to the basement was open but I couldn’t see beyond a lowered projector screen at this end of the room, blocking my view into the main party room space. Katie’s parents had installed the ceiling screen for their projector TV a while back. There were balloons hanging around the screen and I assumed something was being projected onto the other side where the main party was taking place, probably porn knowing Joanne. I could hear music, voices and see flashing disco lights reflecting back towards the door but otherwise, that was it. There was a stepladder open behind the screen so I stepped through the doorway and gingerly walked towards it to see if I could use it to see over the screen into the room without being seen. Worried that I might be caught at any moment, I carefully climbed up the first two steps of the stepladder until I was able to see above the screen. Unfortunately, my view was still blocked by party balloons fixed along the top. Seeing that the balloons ended a foot or so out from the screen, I cautiously stepped up another rung and leaned forward as much as I could, without tipping the ladder, to see over both the screen and balloons into the room. Success! I could now see clearly. Katie and her friends were playing some sort of limbo game as a male DJ encouraged them on. Shit, there were no strippers and no sign of anything out of place other than slightly drunken women having some wholesome fun. Fuck. Taking a closer look at the DJ, I realized it was Katie’s friend, Tommy. That explained the male voice I had heard. I hadn’t even considered he’d be at the party but I guess Katie decided to invite him along with her girlfriends. Shit, did I feel stupid. I needed to get the hell out of here before I was busted.
At that moment, I felt someone grab my leg and ask, “Whatcha doin’ Brody?” I jerked away from the touch in surprise, looking down to see Joanne standing at the base of the ladder with a mischievous grin on her face, which slowly turned to shock as the momentum of my reaction started to topple the ladder towards the screen. Dragging the ladder behind me, I crashed into the screen, tearing it from its ceiling mounts, as I landed on what appeared to be a table full of wrapped gifts before rolling onto the floor in a crumpled heap.
The music had stopped and the room was full of panic and screams as the guests tried to make sense of why a sweaty jogger had literally crashed their party. As I gingerly moved my limbs to determine if I had broken anything, I glanced around at the faces looking towards me with their mouths open. Damn, I recognized pretty well everyone including my future mother-in-law, my mother, my sister, and a number of Katie’s girlfriends. Last but not least, standing in the middle of the stunned crowd was Katie. Fuckity, fuck, fuck.
Katie mouthed, “Brody?” as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Realizing it was in fact me, she rushed over to see if I was okay, crouching down beside me. “Brody, what happened? Are you hurt?” I groaned in pain and frustration as I slowly sat upright with my knees drawn up and tried to form a reply. Concerned about my lack of response, Katie continued, “Are you in pain? Did you break anything?”
Suddenly Joanne appeared alongside us and dropped something into my hand. “Here take these, they’ll help with the pain.” Without thinking and grateful for the interruption, I popped what looked like four pills into my mouth taking the offered water bottle from Joanne’s other hand and swallowing them in one gulp. It wasn’t until they were gone that I started to wonder what Joanne had actually given me and why so many pills? Also, were two of them blue?
“Uh, what were those?” I belatedly asked.
“Oh just some pain pills, they’ll make you feel better,” replied Joanne but as she turned away, I could see traces of a smirk on her face. Joanne was a regular pharmacy when it came to pills, another reason why I didn’t like her.
“Brody?!”
Unable to ignore Katie’s questioning look anymore, I put aside my worry about the pills and turned towards Katie. “I think I’m okay, I just had the wind knocked out of me.” Looking backwards at the mess I had made with the screen, the crushed gifts, and balloons strewn around the room, I turned back towards my fiancée, “Katie, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to screw up your party.” I could see the rest of the guests standing back but listening to our interaction.
Relieved to hear I was okay, Katie’s expression slowly changed from concern to suspicion, “Brody, what are you doing here?” Uh oh, here we go.
“Um, I was just jogging by and the party sounded really loud so I just wanted to check to make sure you were okay.” I explained with the most reasonable expression I could manage.
“You were just jogging by…? What the hell Brody! You were checking up on me to see if there were any strippers, weren’t you?! Jesus Christ, you’re obsessed! I told you it wasn’t going to be that kind of party but I guess that wasn’t good enough. I can’t believe you didn’t trust me!” as she abruptly stood up. Katie looked furious as she glared down at me on the floor. “I’m glad you’re okay Brody but I am seriously pissed!” as she stormed off with Joanne following behind her. Fucking Joanne.
Hearing another voice behind me, I turned to see my mother looking down at me with a frown on her face, “Brody, I’m disappointed in you as well. You should know better,” before walking away shaking her head. Uh, thanks Mom. Everyone else seemed to be finding somewhere to look as I sat alone on the floor.
Taking pity on me, Tommy walked over and offered his hand, “Hey Brody, let’s get you up off the floor.” He pulled out a stool for me to sit on in front of the battered gift table. The table was located in front of the former screen on the same side of the room as the entrance, bar, and a small dance floor. The rest of the party room was down two steps to a comfy sitting area where most of the guests were currently sitting or standing. Moving to the stool, I felt a bit dizzy and wondered if I had shook myself up more than I realized. “Easy Brody, you may need to take things slow for awhile,” Tommy suggested as he helped me sit down and stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders, presumably to keep me from falling over.
I looked over at Katie and Joanne talking and I could tell Katie was on the verge of tears. It also looked like my mother and Katie’s mother were getting ready to leave which was confirmed by my sister as she stopped by to tell me she was taking the mothers back to our place as they were worn out by all the excitement. Also, she called me a dickhead for ruining Katie’s party. Thanks sis. A few of the other guests looked like they were heading out as well. Great, I really had ruined the party.
Katie made her way over to dutifully say goodbye to the departing guests. She looked unhappy but no longer on the verge of tears as she walked back towards me. Gulp. Joanne took the opportunity to make an announcement to the remaining guests, “Ladies, sorry for the interruption. Let’s give Brody and Katie a bit of space and get this party back on track. If you’re ready for a margarita, meet me at the bar! Tommy, how about some music?” The music started up at a softer volume as the disco lights pulsed to the beat. I was starting to feel a little weird as the bass pulsed through me and the lights spun around the room. I felt stoned and listless perched on the stool as I watched everything around me. There were now fewer guests but most of the bridesmaids remained along with Joanne, and Tommy. What exactly had Joanne given me?
“Brody!” Startled, I looked up to see Katie standing in front of me. She looked beautiful despite being angry and I was distracted by the depth and color of her eyes as I tried to focus on what she was saying. “I can’t believe you checked up on me after everything we talked about. Did you really expect to find strippers? I am so disappointed in you. Is this the way it’s going to be if we get married?”
If? Oh shit. I could see my life with Katie vanishing in a puff of smoke. I needed to fix this. Of course, Joanne took the opportunity to join us, and Tommy was once again behind me with his hands on my shoulders. He was being very touchy today. I tried to ignore both of them and turned to my fiancée, “I’m really sorry Katie, I didn’t mean to doubt you. I was just worried but I admit, I was an idiot. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you and fucked everything up. I promise it won’t happen again. What can I do to try and make things right?”
“I’m not sure you can Brody. Half the guests have left and who knows what shape the gifts are in, not to mention my parent’s TV screen,” Katie remarked as Joanne handed her a margarita. Katie gladly accepted the drink and took a big sip as Joanne leaned over and whispered in her ear. Uh oh, I didn’t like the looks of this. Katie started to smile as she listened, nodded, and turned back towards me, “Brody, do you really want to fix this?”
“More than anything Katie, just let me know what I can do and I’ll do it,” as I struggled to focus. The music, lights, and Katie’s beautiful tits were distracting me as Tommy lightly massaged my shoulders in support. I felt my dick shifting as my mind pictured Katie naked. What the fuck was wrong with me? Focus.
“I’m glad to hear that Brody. The party is a disaster but I’m thinking we might be able to salvage it with some unscheduled entertainment and more of Joanne’s margaritas. Since you were so sure there would be a male dancer here, I think it’s only fitting that we bring one in for the remaining guests as a treat, but don’t worry, it won’t be some random stranger… it’s going to be you!”
I could hear Tommy gasp behind me and noticed Joanne was no longer trying to conceal her shit-eating grin. “What… What do you mean? I can’t strip in front of your friends!”
“Did I say anything about stripping? I’m asking you to dance for us Brody, maybe a sexy dance, but you don’t even seem willing to consider it despite saying you’d do anything to fix this a few minutes ago. Maybe you should just go.”
Katie looked miserable but determined after asking me to leave. Fuck it, I really didn’t see that I had much of a choice. Taking a deep breath, I said, “Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Yay,” Katie squealed as she smiled and leaned over to give me a hug, “this is going to be so much fun. You’ll be amazing, I know it Brody.” Speaking softer, she added, “Just pretend I’m in bed and you’re giving me a private show and you’ll nail it, you’re such a hunky man.” I wanted the close contact with Katie to continue as I pictured her reclining naked but she gave me a quick kiss and stepped away. I realized I was sitting on the stool with a semi hard-on despite the chaos around us, and wondered once again what the hell was wrong with me. Katie seemed more like her old self, if not a little tipsy from too many margaritas. “I’m going to organize the ladies. Tommy, can you pick out some sexy dance music and give Brody a hand?”
Tommy looked like a kid at Christmas as he helped me off the stool and guided me towards the bar while he queued up some music. Conscious of the bulge in my shorts, I kept my hands in front of me. “Don’t be nervous Brody, Zach and I have watched you dance and you could easily strip at a bar, gay or straight.” I could? I always thought I danced like a white boy, but with the combination of music, mystery drugs, and Tommy’s encouragement, I was starting to think I might just be able to pull this off. “Besides, with a body like yours, you could just stand there and get the girls going,” as he gave me a sheepish grin and looked me over. Feeling exposed, I wished I had put on more clothing for my run, including baggier shorts to hide my misbehaving dick.
“Uh, thanks Tommy, I think,” I looked back to see Joanne and one of the bridesmaids clearing the space at the top of the steps. Katie was guiding the rest of the women to the big u-shaped sectional at the bottom of the two steps. Normally the sectional would be used to chill or watch movies on the former pull-down screen. While movie night would be on hold for the foreseeable future, the setup made for an intimate stage with yours truly about to become the main attraction. While I was nervous, part of me was looking forward to moving my body to the music, especially if it would make Katie happy. I really had fucked things up. Also, I had worked hard to get my body in top shape so what would be the harm in showing it off a little? I could do this, right?
I saw Katie taking a seat in the middle of the sectional with everyone else gathered around her as Joanne stepped up onto the stage, “Ladies, we have a special treat for you today to get this party going again. You know him and love him as Katie’s fiancé, please welcome Brody to the stage to strut his stuff and shake his boogie. Cue the music Tommy!”
Tommy started the music and turned to me, “Okay Brody, you’re on,” as he gave my ass a slap. Startled, and oddly turned on by the overly familiar contact, I hesitantly walked out to the center of the top step with my ass stinging while the girls clapped and cheered. I took a quick bow before starting to move. It felt awkward dancing in front of Katie’s friends in her parent’s party room but I tried to relax and get into it. I used Katie’s suggestion and imagined her naked alone watching me dance and it started to work. I was feeling more at ease and enjoying moving to the music but I could also feel my half hard cock shifting around in my shorts. I was hoping the spinning disco lights would make my semi less obvious. Regardless, the girls seemed to like what they were seeing and I had to admit I was feeling pretty sexy as I danced to their whistles and cheers. Thinking of what Tommy had said, I tried to boost the sexy and move like I thought a male dancer might. Whatever Joanne had given me, I was feeling relaxed and uninhibited. Dancing for Katie and her friends felt completely natural and I was worrying less about the expanding bulge in my shorts. After all, it wasn’t like I was naked.
While I moved, I looked over to see Tommy grinning with a big thumbs-up by the bar while Joanne mixed up another blender of margaritas. She also had one eye on me as she poured what looked like a full bottle of tequila into the blender, followed by a small pouch of powder. Huh? I was almost beyond caring what new shit Joanne might be up to as I enjoyed the feeling of my muscles moving. Katie was perched in the middle of the group with a big grin on her face encouraging me with her calls and clapping. I could see the other girls leaning over to comment on the show and it must have been positive since Katie was blushing and beaming. I might just get through this.
As the song ended, the girls went nuts calling for more. My body felt pumped and I was loving this. I smiled down at Katie who looked content. Meanwhile, Joanne had returned with the blender and was topping up everyone’s drinks as the next song started. Wanting to impress Katie, I started to introduce some sexy squats and hip thrusts which the girls ate up. I even did my version of twerking as I tried to shake my ass. The reaction was amazing as I kept trying to raise the bar. Pulling the bottom of my tank top up, I ran my hand down my tight abs to briefly grab my bulge through my shorts. I was totally getting off on teasing the room. After I pulled up my shirt, the ladies started to chant, “Take it off…” I guess I should have expected that. While I said I wouldn’t strip, going shirtless seemed harmless enough, I often ran without my shirt anyways. What the fuck. Pulling my shirt off, I tossed it towards Katie who caught it and squealed in joy as I flexed and strutted. While I knew I was buzzed and not thinking straight, it still felt right to be doing this to patch things up with Katie. Also, I was loving the attention and the feeling of moving my muscles to the music.
For their part, the ladies also seemed to be feeling no pain as the volume of the cheering increased and the comments became cruder. Was this what Ladies’ Night was like for male strippers? I was teasing the girls by inching the waist of my shorts down slightly and once again I heard, “Take it off…” Even in my drugged state, I held back. After all, I was only wearing a jockstrap under my jogging shorts plus I was still fighting an erection. With no move on my part to remove my shorts, Katie called out, “Tommy, can you give Brody a hand? He seems to be having a problem with his wardrobe.”
Tommy looked like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure what to do. He slowly ventured out onto the mini dance floor and stood behind me, watching my ass swing while he considered his next move. I felt an anticipation of what might happen next but I wasn’t going to make it easy for Tommy as I ignored him and continued to dance. Working up his nerve, he slowly reached one arm around me, “Uh, I hope you don’t mind Brody,” as he delicately grabbed one of the loose ends of the drawstring on my shorts and pulled.
“Yay Tommy!” Katie cheered, as he successfully loosened the knot until the two ends of the drawstring were swinging free as my shorts shifted lower on my hips. Was I really about to let Katie’s gay friend remove my shorts? Katie was obviously loving this and it seemed strangely reasonable for me to dance in a jockstrap for her and her friends. It’s not like my dick would be exposed, right? I knew my judgement was clouded but I didn’t care, everything felt so amazing. Katie looked happy and horny and I hoped we’d be able to get together on our own soon.
Encouraged by the cheers, Tommy put his hands on my hips and slipped them in between the waistband of my shorts and my jockstrap as he slowly slid my shorts downwards exposing the waistband of my jock. He was struggling to work my shorts over my bubble butt and straining bulge but persevered and suddenly my shorts slid past and down to my ankles, as I stepped free of them. I glanced down and my cock and balls were bulging obscenely within the stretched pouch of my jock. Based on the cheering, the ladies were loving the view as Tommy grabbed my discarded shorts, held them to his face, and ran back to the music.
I laughed at Tommy’s antics as the girls went wild and I started to dance to my third song in only a jockstrap and runners. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited and sexy I felt as I basked in the attention. I knew I should be more freaked out about appearing in front of Katie’s friends, obviously aroused with my ass mostly hanging out, but it felt liberating as I moved to the sensual beat of the club mix with the lights spinning around the room.
The cheering increased when I turned to show my ass. Katie has always kidded me that you could rest a drink on my butt. It was hard and firm from a regular routine of squats and running so I was happy to show it off. I knew I was probably flashing my taint and hole as well as I danced but no one seemed to mind. While it might have been partially fuelled by Joanne’s magical margaritas, the girls were stroking my ego with their enthusiastic response and I felt randy as fuck as my dick oozed precum into the pouch of my jock.
I heard one of Katie’s friends say that this was better than the ‘Thunder From Down Under’ show she had recently seen. Joanne responded with, “Yeah but it’s too bad he’s not oiled up like they are, I love that. Wait, I might have something…” as she reached into her purse and pulled out a bottle.
Katie seeing what Joanne had found said, “Great idea Joanne! Tommy can you help out Brody again? The oil will make his muscles pop,” as Joanne tossed what turned out to be a bottle of massage oil towards him.
I looked over to see Tommy making his way towards me holding out the bottle like a peace offering and shrugging his shoulders as if to say, hey it’s not my idea dude. Despite any protests, I could tell Tommy was loving the idea of rubbing oil on me. Curious to see how the oil might enhance my muscle definition and eager to make sure Katie was enjoying herself, I decided I was in. “Sure, what the fuck. Go for it Tommy” as I stopped dancing and stood facing the girls so he could rub me down.
Tommy fumbled in excitement as he twisted the top of the bottle off and poured the amber-colored oil into his palms. Standing behind me, he took a deep breathe and placed his slick, warm hands on my shoulders and started to work the oil across my lats, neck, and upper back. It felt amazing as he dug his fingers into my muscles while he applied the oil. It looked like I was about to get a massage at the same time. I could smell a hint of sandalwood and spice as he worked his way down one arm, covering my bicep, forearm, and the back of my hand. He was slow and methodical as he coated me with the rich oil. The ladies were captivated by the transformation and seemed to be living vicariously through Tommy as he explored my body. The oil was partially absorbing into my skin leaving a smooth, rich, silky texture that was capturing the spinning lights to highlight my definition.
As Tommy finished with both arms, he had me turn sideways and face him as he started on my chest. Glancing down at my bulging jockstrap, he looked back up at me and winked as he grabbed my firm pecs in his hands, “You happy to see me Brody?” I closed my eyes and could feel my cock twitching as he worked the oil into my chest, paying extra attention to my nipples.
I noticed a bulge was also forming in Tommy’s shorts as he slid his hands down the sides of my waist and across my abs, working the oil under the edge of the waistband. I never wanted this to stop, I was tripping on the erotic intensity of having an audience watch Tommy’s every move.
With everything from the waist up oiled, Tommy crouched down to spread oil on my ankles, calves and thighs. His face was inches from my straining bulge as he gripped and massaged my muscular thighs in his slender hands. Working the oil up to, and slightly under, my jock waistband and pouch, Tommy accidentally bumped into my cock a few times as he spread the oil. I had to stifle a moan as he brushed my taint with his oily finger tips when coating the inner top of my legs. Fuck Tommy, what are you doing to me?
“Okay Brody, turn around and grab the top of the stool.” I was strangely compliant as I let Tommy take charge, turning me away from the girls and bending me over slightly to expose my butt. I realized every part of my body was coated in oil other than what was under my jockstrap and my ass. Tommy was hitting his stride as he turned to the group, “As you can see ladies, Brody has a lot of ass to oil so please make sure you’re comfortable and your drinks are topped up.” The ladies laughed and called out suggestions on how Tommy should properly oil my bubble butt.
I heard a friend of Katie’s say, “Will you look at that goddamn ass! Katie, you are one lucky bitch.” Pouring a generous amount oil into his hands, Tommy crouched down and grabbed both of my meaty cheeks in his surprisingly strong grip as he massaged my glutes while I held onto the stool. Assertively, spreading the oil under my leg straps and down my crack, he spared no inch of my ass, spending extra time on the back of my balls, my taint and around my puckered hole. I could feel my stiffening cock struggling to straighten in the confines of my jockstrap as Tommy spent more time oiling my ass than he needed to. As I squirmed and twisted, the slippery head of my shaft slid upwards pushing against the waistband of my jock. The girls were sitting wide-eyed in their seats watching Tommy intimately handle my firm ass while I served it to him. With my butt thoroughly massaged and oiled, Tommy slapped it and said, “Looking good stud! Let’s double-check the front. Turn around.”
Shit, if I turned around now, everyone was going to see how stiff I was but what else was I going to do? In my doped state, it felt easier to just follow Tommy’s direction. Also, my body was straining with horny tension and I was practically panting in excitement. I wanted the massage to continue and I was strangely curious about how the ladies might react to my hard-on so I took a deep breath and turned around. The room gasped as they spotted my 9” rigid shaft pressed diagonally across the pouch of my jockstrap, with the thick ridged head stretching the waistband away from my tight abs. Even Tommy looked surprised to see the results of his handiwork as he gazed at the hard ridge of my erection with the thick head visible from his viewpoint trapped behind the waistband. Licking his lips he said, “Okay…let’s finish up,” settling onto the stool behind me and pouring more oil into his hands.
Guiding me backwards between his legs, I bumped my ass into his bulge as he reached around to spread more oil across my abs, lightly grazing the oozing head of my cock on each pass causing me to jerk and groan. As I leaned back into him, he reached down to rub oil under the edges of my pouch, delicately stroking the sides of my rigid shaft with his finger tips, out of view of the girls, as I moaned appreciatively. Any contact with my dick was light and brief but it was causing my cock to throb and drip. How the hell had I become Tommy’s play thing? It had to be the pills that Joanne had given me which likely included a good dose of Viagra.
I was so wrapped up in Tommy’s studied cockteasing that I forgot I had an audience until I glanced up. The girls looked entranced as they watched Tommy play Katie’s future husband like a fiddle on the makeshift stage. With the generous use of oil and the constant stimulation, my aching tool had managed to straighten up and push its way beyond the waistband of my jock, leaving about 4” of my shaft exposed, extending beyond my belly button. My eyes were half closed as Tommy concentrated on spreading oil on my abs brushing against my greased dick with increased frequency. With each touch of his hand, I’d thrust upwards trying to get more direct contact. I was dying for Tommy to wrap his hand around my cock and jerk me off but he seemed determined to move at his own pace. This was torture.
Looking up at Katie’s expression, I realized I was making one of her fantasies come true as her gay friend teased her fiancé’s cock in front of her and her girlfriends. It was strange to be so turned on in front of Katie, but not with Katie. I was no longer pretending I was anything but enjoying what was happening to me as I groaned out loud when Tommy’s greasy fist finally wrapped around the head of my cock, twisting and teasing it while his other hand slipped under my jock and pulled at my slippery balls. Pumping and thrusting into his hands, I widened my stance to give him more access to my balls, taint, and ass as I leaned back against the hard knot in his shorts. Fuck yeah.
Taking a break from his delicious torture sooner than I would have preferred, Tommy pulled the stained waistband of my jockstrap forward and looked questioningly towards Katie. She smiled and nodded vigorously in response to his unspoken question. I guess I should have seen that coming. Slipping both hands under the waistband of my jockstrap, Tommy spoke to the room, “Ladies, who here would like to see the full monty?”
Katie and the rest of the group cheered wildly in response as Tommy pulled forcefully on my stained and stretched jock, riding the legs straps tightly under my ass and crotch, and pressing into my hard shaft. As he stretched my jockstrap, he teased, “I can’t hear you…” The girls roared even louder as Tommy pulled at my abused jock until suddenly, it ripped apart allowing my hard-on to fall free as it flicked a strand of pre-cum onto the stage. The girls erupted as Tommy stood up and pulled the shredded remains of my jockstrap down over my runners leaving me hard and naked in front of Katie and the female half of our wedding party.
Too impatient to see what Tommy might do next, I unashamedly reached for my aching cock to provide some much needed relief. Tommy spotted me and slapped my hand away. “I don’t think so Brody. Naughty boys don’t get to play with themselves. You just stand there like a good boy and wait until I’m good and ready.” Frustrated by my inability to get myself off and humiliated by his treatment in front of my future wife and her friends, my hard-on nevertheless throbbed in anticipation. C’mon Tommy, hurry up!
“Let’s try something that might make it less tempting for you to play with yourself, and easier for me to play with you.” Tommy stood up and moved the stool to the front of the stage. Guiding me, he had me sit and straddle the edges of the wide saddle top of the stool with my ass facing the ladies, hanging over the back edge. Leaning me forward, he lifted my ass and reached underneath me to grab and maneuver my hard cock back and downwards leaving my cock and balls trapped against the hard edge of the stool. The placement of my junk forced me to lean forward to compensate with my ass held high as I gripped the sides of the stool. I heard, “Oh my, that is so fucking hot,” from one of the girls as they realized how exposed and vulnerable I was in this position.
Making sure everyone had a good view, Tommy grabbed the massage oil bottle and generously drizzled oil over my ass, balls and throbbing shaft. Setting the bottle back down, he lathered the oil between my cheeks, over my balls, and down the length of my dick. Wrapping one hand firmly around the base of my cock and balls, he slid his other hand teasingly down my shaft, circling my cock head with his palm as the room watched quietly. His touch was frustratingly light as he put on a show for the girls alternating between steady strokes to teasing glances, leaving me hard and hanging. A steady flow of pre-cum was mixing with the oil to keep everything slippery as Tommy slathered my prick and worked his thumb up my crack to my puckered hole. As his thumb focused on my butthole, he gently teased my frenulum with his other thumb. Damn, that felt hot as I pushed my ass back against him in reflex wishing he’d be more forceful. “Hmm, your ass seems to like that Brody.” His thumb began to explore my tight hole with more insistence while his other hand gently stroked the middle of my shaft. The ladies were enjoying watching my body strain and jerk in reaction. While it felt good having my shaft stroked, Tommy was ignoring the sensitive head and the short motions were only making me hornier without any chance of getting off.
Finally, taking pity on me, Tommy slid one hand down to my ridged head and began a gentle twisting motion as his other hand continued to work my crack and hole. I was letting out one long moan as Tommy relentlessly edged and milked me in front of the girls. “Tommy, please!”
“What’s the matter Brody? Does someone need to get off? Maybe you should have thought of that before you crashed Katie’s party. Right girls?” As the girls called out their agreement, Tommy reached under and gripped the base of my balls and cock tightly in one hand. “What do we do with bad boys? That’s right, we spank them.” Wait…what? With my throbbing cock held firmly in one hand, Tommy began to slap the oiled length of it with the other, repeatedly. Slap, slap, slap… What the fuck? After each sharp slap, I could feel the nerve endings of my aching cock screaming for release as my cock jerked back before the next slap. As I hunkered down on the top of the stool to ride out Tommy’s merciless debasement, I could feel my cock throbbing. Could it get any harder? The short slaps were so intense, I knew I would cum if he kept this up. It was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Slap, slap, slap… Oh yeah, don’t stop Tommy.
Of course Tommy took that moment to stop. “I’m thinking someone is enjoying their spanking a bit too much, right Brody? This is supposed to be a punishment but your dick just keeps getting harder.” With one final slap, “Let’s try something else.”
Releasing my cock, he poured more oil down the length, grabbing my aching balls in one hand while he slowly stroked my shaft. “It’s okay buddy, we’ll get you there, just be patient.” I groaned out loud as he began to grease my cock while teasing my hole again. I had never considered my ass an erogenous zone but now I couldn’t get enough of his exploration.
Tommy was a master at gradually bringing me to the edge with his teasing strokes and caresses. He seemed to know just when I was about to cum as he’d immediately stop to let me cool down before starting all over again. Having an audience seemed to feed his creativity as he used a variety of methods to manipulate and tease my cock, balls and ass. I was so frustratingly horny, I didn’t know what I’d do if I didn’t blow a load soon. “Tommy, I need to cum!” I begged.
Possibly taking pity on me, Tommy’s gentle teasing turned to purposeful strokes as he ran his hand from the base of my cock, up the shaft, twisting his palm around the head before returning to the base and repeating. He was twisting and stretching my balls with the other hand while he increased the speed of his strokes. The girls were mostly silent as they watched in awe as Tommy wound me up while I thrashed around on the top of the stool. I was beyond caring what I looked like as I was solely focused on busting a nut. I found by lifting my ass slightly, I could thrust downwards into his oiled fist to increase the slippery friction. Straining and flexing every muscle in my body, I slid through his palm as I felt my long overdue orgasm approaching. Keep going Tommy. Oh shit… “Tommy, I’m cumming…!”
At that moment, I heard another male voice above the girl’s cheering say, “Whoa, what have we here?” Startled by the interruption, Tommy stopped his stroking and turned towards the voice. No! I was literally one or two strokes short of blasting a load. As I panted on the top of the stool covered in a thin sheen of sweat, I felt my orgasm slowly slipping away. My balls felt like they were going to explode.
I looked towards the door to see who had interrupted my long overdue orgasm. Tommy’s boyfriend Zach was standing inside the doorway. Jesus Zach, not now! I reached back in frustration to see if I could grab my cock… whack! I pulled my hand back in shock, Tommy had slapped my hand again. “Brody, we talked about this. No touching!”
Zach looked from Tommy to me and back again noting my obvious arousal and position on the stool, as well as the casual slap from Tommy, “Uh, I just stopped by to see if you needed a ride Tommy, but it looks like you already have one. Jesus Christ…” as he shook his head and tried to absorb what he was seeing. Zach looked like he had just come from the gym and was wearing a snug t-shirt that barely contained his broad chest and biceps, along with a pair of hiking shorts that emphasized his bulge. I was a pretty big guy but I looked like a kid next to Zach.
Holding my engorged cock in his hand, Tommy smiled and said, “Hey babe, nice to see you! Sorry about that, I just had to remind Brody about one of our rules.”
In the meantime, Katie jumped up and met Zach at the bottom of the steps to give him a big hug. “Zach, I’m so glad you’re here. Isn’t this awesome?” she bubbled.
“It is indeed Katie. I’m honestly having a hard time taking it all in,” as he gazed at me perched on top of the stool with my ass exposed and his boyfriend’s hand wrapped around my oil-slicked cock, “I take it you’re okay with this?” gesturing towards us.
“Oh yes, you know it’s a big fantasy of mine,” Katie giggled with a slight slur to her words. I was thinking Katie was feeling no pain.
Zach smiled and responded, “Mine too Katie, you have no idea. Greetings ladies. Let me say hi to the boys,” as he squeezed Katie’s arm and walked towards us, “My, my Brody, you are a feast for the eyes!” as he admired my tense muscular body and hard, reddened cock. “Are you okay with this?”
Frustrated by the pause in action and dying for relief, I responded, “I would be if you’d stop talking and start stroking my cock.”
Zach’s grin got even wider as he climbed up the two steps while stripping off his t-shirt, “You know you don’t have to ask twice.” Undoing his shorts and pushing them halfway down his ass, he suddenly remembered he had an audience, “Oops, sorry. Do you ladies mind if I make myself more comfortable?”
One of Katie’s friends called out, “Hell no, we pay money to see ass half as good as this. Go for it!” Katie laughed as she walked back to the sectional and rejoined her girlfriends who were buzzing with anticipation wondering what was going to happen next.
Zach being anything but shy, quickly stripped off the rest of his clothing and turned towards Tommy and I. He was the polar opposite of Tommy, hairy with bulging tattoo-covered muscles. I glanced at his nipple piercings and his thick, veiny, uncut, semi-hard cock hanging between his legs. Even half hard, he was bigger than I was and I briefly wondered if he fucked Tommy with that monster. Walking up to Tommy and placing a hand on his ass, he leaned down to give his boyfriend a big, wet kiss. Noting my exposed position and my oiled, rigid cock and ass, he said, “Nice work Tommy. Is there room for two?”
“Damn straight Zach, I’ve been warming him up for you.” Tommy took the opportunity to step aside and strip off his own shirt and shorts. For a lean guy, he had a generous sized shaved cock. It wasn’t as thick as mine but almost as long. The girls were getting a serious sausage show today.
“Excellent, I’ve been waiting a long time to have a piece of this,” as he reached out and groped my ass. As I rocked in surprise on the stool, Zach added, “I think we should move Brody to the floor for what I have in mind. Katie, do you have anything soft we can put down?”
“I have a yoga mat! Hold on,” Katie offered helpfully as she bounced up and ran to the back of the room. Coming back with a rolled up mat in her hand, she spread it flat near the top step as Tommy helped me down off the stool and placed me on my hands and knees on the floor with my side towards the ladies. Katie bent down beside my head, “How are you doing babe?”
Appreciating her concern but mostly focused on how Zach might increase my chances of getting off, I whimpered, “Fuck Katie, I feel amazing but I’m so horny. I really need to cum.” I knew I was in the middle of a scene that a few short days ago I had sworn to Katie that I’d never consider. I blamed whatever cocktail of drugs Joanne had given me for spiking my libido and removing my inhibitions. That said, I didn’t want it to stop, I just wanted to get off.
“It’s okay baby. I know Tommy and Zach will take real good care of you. You’ve been so patient and you’re so beautiful up here with your muscles gleaming and your big cock dripping cum. Everyone thinks I’m the luckiest girl in the world and we can’t wait to see you shoot a big load. Thanks for making my fantasy come true babe, you’re the best fiancé ever.” Leaning closer to my head, she whispered, “I’m so damn wet right now Brody and it’s all your fault. I can’t wait for you to fuck me hard when this is over. I love you so much,” as she gave me a kiss, jumped up and ran back to her seat with the rest of the girls.
After waiting patiently behind me, Zach leaned forward to gently push my upper body towards the floor so my chest and face were touching the mat with my arms held out to my side to steady me. He nudged my legs wider, leaving my ass, cock and balls exposed. I looked back and Zach was stroking his hard cock in one hand while he pulled my stiff tool backwards and admired its girth. I’d never seen a cock as big and thick as Zach’s. It was dark in color and covered in thick veins.
Placing his big hands on my ass cheeks, Zach admired the view and picked up where Tommy had left off, using both of his thumbs to massage my oiled taint and the area around my hole. Spreading my cheeks wider, he leaned forward and blew a steady stream of air up and down my crack giving me goosebumps.
I felt Zach widen his stance on the mat and adjust his grip on my cheeks, pulling my hips upwards. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet drag up my taint and slide across my hole. What the hell? I felt it again and realized Zach was licking my ass like an ice cream cone with his tongue. Oh my god, I had never felt anything like this as he rolled his wet tongue up and down and around my puckered hole while his stubbled beard scratched and tickled my cheeks. Rocked by the sensation, I tried to lift my head but Tommy had crouched down in front of me and was supporting my shoulders, holding me in place. With Tommy now naked, I could feel his heavy cock bouncing off the top of my head as he tried to soothe me while leaning over me to get a better view of what Zach was doing to my ass.
After his initial probing with his tongue, Zach seemed ready for the main event as he gripped me tighter and turned up the intensity, pressing his face deep within my crack. He was forceful and rough as he rolled his tongue around my puckered hole, licking, sucking, chewing, and spitting on my ass. It felt like he had been waiting a long time for this moment and he was determined to make the most of it. As Zach drove me crazy with his talented tongue, I hunkered down lower and gripped the sides of the mat as Tommy soothed me. Zach was using his big tongue to repeatedly torpedo my hole, stretching my tight ring wider. I could hear him loudly groaning, slurping and slobbering while I held on for dear life. Zach was destroying my hole with his tongue and I was fucking loving it as I pushed back into his grizzled face, trying to get more of his greedy tongue up my slick hole.
Moaning out loud, I lifted my head to be met by Tommy’s big dick swinging in front of me as the tip bounced off the side of my face, leaving a smear of pre-cum on the side of my mouth. Without thinking, I reached my tongue out and licked it off. What was I doing? I had just tasted another man’s cum for the first time. That said, I had to admit, it didn’t taste bad. Tommy continued to watch his boyfriend rim me seemingly oblivious to what his dick was doing near my head. With the taste of Tommy’s cum in my mouth, I pressed my face back down on the mat to focus on what Zach was doing to me.
With my hole thoroughly lubricated and stretched by Zach’s thick tongue, he sat back up and reached for the bottle of massage oil. I missed the feel of Zach’s tongue up my ass immediately and hoped he’d continue. Instead, Zach laid his heavy cock in the deep wedge between my cheeks and poured a generous amount of massage oil along the length of his meaty dick. I could feel the oil dripping down the sides into my crack, across my hole, and onto my balls. With his dick and my ass dripping in spit and oil, Zach grabbed my ass with his massive arms and started to slide his cock back and forth between my cheeks. It felt amazing to have his big dick greasing my ass and to feel his hairy balls pressing firmly against mine with each thrust as he rocked into me. While I was enjoying Zach using my ass, I needed more direct contact after the recent intense tongue action. As he thrust against me, I arched my ass upwards trying to angle the head of his cock deeper into my crack. Sensing my purpose, Zach adjusted his thrusts so that his cock head was pressing lower into my crack and rubbing up against my puckered hole on each pass. “My, my, that’s a hungry hole you have there Brody. I think Daddy might have just what you need,” as he slid the thick tip of his cock deeper between my cheeks. As with Tommy, it felt perfectly reasonable to submit to Zach as he poked and prodded at my hole with the head of his cock.
“Do you have any poppers on you Tommy?” Zach asked.
“You know I do Zach,” answered Tommy as he reached for his shorts grabbing a small brown bottle. As Zach poured more oil into the crack of my ass, he started to press directly against my hole with the tip of his cock. I stiffened. Sensing my unease, Tommy leaned down and said, “Just try to relax Brody, you’ll love this and I have something that will help.” Twisting the cap off the bottle, Tommy held the chemical smelling bottle under my nose, pressing one nostril closed and instructing me to take a deep breath. He repeated this with the other nostril, and then both sides again, and asking me to hold my breath. Putting the cap back on the bottle, he braced my shoulders and nodded towards Zach. “Brody, let out your breath.”
With Zach’s cock pushing against my virgin hole, I felt a powerful rush slam through my body as the poppers kicked in. I could feel and hear the blood pumping in my veins as my face flushed and my cock oozed pre-cum. Buzzed and horny to begin with, the poppers amplified every sensation and made me greedy for more. I could feel Tommy’s shaft bouncing on the top of my head while Zach’s thick head pressed relentlessly against my sensitive opening. As my hole relaxed and gripped the head of his shaft, I knew I wanted to feel Zach’s powerful shaft buried deep inside me. Zach slowly eased forward as I pressed backwards until I felt the delicious pop of his ridged head slipping past my ring. Gasping as I adjusted to the girth and the exquisite sensations, Tommy prompted me to take another hit.
“That’s it Brody, the worst is over. Just take your time, the ladies aren’t going anywhere,” Zach encouraged, reminding me that Katie and her friends were witnessing the loss of my anal cherry. As the second popper rush flowed through me, Zach’s oily cock slid inch by inch deeper into my hole. I could feel the thick veins of his cock teasing my tight ring as he pressed forward and it felt fantastic. I couldn’t believe Zach’s huge cock was fucking my ass as I pressed backwards, eager to take his full length. With one final thrust, Zach was buried balls deep inside me, I had never felt so full and satisfied.
“Oh yeah, Daddy’s home,” moaned Zach as he slowly starting to ease his cock back and forth stretching my ass and getting it used to his massive girth. Tommy’s balls were pressed against the top of my head as he leaned forward to get a better look at his boyfriend’s cock lodged in my hole. “Fuck Tommy, he’s tighter than you.” I was getting off on having this powerful man use me in front of his boyfriend, my fiancée, and her friends.
As Zach’s thrusts established a rhythm, his cock started to hit a spot deep inside me that felt like it was hardwired to my dick. I was moaning and my eyes were rolling back in my head as he pounded this spot over and over. Fuck me. The girls watched in awe as Zach drilled me like a piston.
Lifting my head, I discovered Tommy’s cock swinging in front of my lips. Oddly curious to have another taste of his cum, I leaned forward and licked a drop from the tip. Tommy jerked in surprise with the unexpected contact as I savored the flavor. “You’re full of surprises today Brody,” as he reached for the poppers bottle and had me inhale once more. As a third rush slammed into me, my hole opened wider to welcome Zach’s slab of meat. The fit was perfect as he rode me while gripping my hips. My cock was harder than steel as it slapped against my tight abs, spraying pre-cum onto the mat. Still hungry for another taste of cum, I opened my mouth and swallowed the tip of Tommy’s cock running my tongue around the rubbery texture of his flared head. Tommy groaned as I sampled his dick apparently enjoying my first blowjob. Opening my mouth wider, I swallowed the rest of Tommy’s cock into my mouth. Tommy seemed surprised at my ability to deep throat his shaft as I focused on trying to do to him what I enjoyed Katie doing to me. Zach looked up to see me blowing his boyfriend and said, “Hell yeah Tommy, I’m guessing this is Brody’s first spit roast,” as he timed his thrusts with Tommy’s and rode my ass like a bronco.
Tommy responded, “You wouldn’t believe how good he is at this, it’s hard to believe this is his first time.” I slurped hungrily at his tool enjoying the taste and texture while still riding a popper high. The girls were quietly cheering as they tried to take in everything happening before them. Zach was hitting his stride as he pumped his thick cock in and out of my tight hole. The three of us were covered in a layer of pre-cum, oil, and sweat as we performed for the group. Tommy was close to shooting a load and tried to let me know and pull out. I wanted to taste his load so I gripped his ass in one hand holding him in place as I sucked him deeper. “Brody, I’m gonna cum!” he warned. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with spurt after spurt of Tommy’s hot load. I hungrily gulped and swallowed unwilling to miss a drop as Tommy moaned and filled my mouth with his warm, salty cum.
Zach was watching me struggle to swallow Tommy’s spunk as he drilled into me. “Fuck Brody, that was impressive,” as he paused in his thrusts. While Tommy caught his breath, Zach reached underneath my arms and hauled me up like a rag-doll until I was standing with his cock still firmly planted in my ass. Turning me towards the girls, he said quietly, “I think Katie deserves to see more of her fiancé’s pretty body while we play, don’t you?” My lips were cum-smeared and swollen after my first blowjob as I caught Katie’s eye. She looked fascinated and turned on by what was unfolding in front of her, eagerly waiting for the next move. My neglected cock pointed towards the girls, red and throbbing, with a strand of pre-cum hanging to the floor.
Grabbing my arms, Zach extended them behind me placing my hands on his hips. With my legs bent slightly, he then wrapped his powerful arms around my extended arms locking them in position. I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried as he started to pump his cock in and out of me as I faced Katie and the group. The new position was causing his dick to hit that magical spot inside me repeatedly and I started to moan loudly as my heavy tool bounced with each powerful thrust. It felt amazing to have a beast like Zach holding me firmly in his muscular arms while he pounded my ass.
As the girls shouted out their encouragement, Zach leaned down and asked, “How’s that feel Brody? It looks like you’re kind of enjoying it,” looking down at my lumbering cock, “Are you ready for your first breeding? I’ve been wanting to do this to you for years, never thinking I’d get the chance. You’re so fucking tight…” With my eyes closed, I groaned and nodded as Zach pulled out all the stops and began to fuck me like an animal. Tommy had recovered from his blowjob and was kneeling down in front of us sucking and licking my cum-swollen balls. The combination of Zach’s constant pounding and Tommy’s ball sucking was quickly pushing me over the edge.
Sensing I was close, Zach went into overdrive, gripping my extended arms tighter in his muscular grip as he increased the force of his thrusts. I let out an extended moan, that was more of a scream, as my body arched and strained within its confined position. Fuck, I was actually going to cum without anyone touching my cock as I felt my orgasm approaching. At the same moment, Zach shouted as he slammed into my hole, “Okay baby boy, here comes Daddy!” as he roared and shot his thick load deep into my hole slamming his cock into me. I could feel his cum spraying my insides as he fucked me raw. Pushed over the edge by my first breeding, I moaned and shot a long arc of cum out towards the girls. My second shot followed the same trajectory with slightly less force as Zach continued to fuck my ass. I must have shot 7-8 more volleys of cum from the top step before I felt my orgasm winding down as I rode Zach’s remaining thrusts. Shocked by the volume and strength of my load, Tommy reached over to pull my twitching cock into his mouth licking up any remaining cum. His warm mouth felt amazing as my hypersensitive cock pumped out my last shot.
As I caught my breath, I heard Joanne scream, “Oh my god, it’s all over me!” I looked up to see her with a wide stripe of my cum sprayed across her face. Holy shit, I really nailed that one! Everyone laughed and cheered at my prowess, and the combined performance the three of us had just put on for the group. Zach gave me one final deep thrust with his thick tool before sliding his meat out of my tired ass and releasing my arms. I immediately missed the feeling of his hefty dick buried in me but Katie took that moment to run up onto the stage and give me a welcome hug, pinning my hard-on and her firm tits between us.
“Brody, you were so amazing. I’ve never seen you shoot so much, and so far! Oh my god, poor Joanne!” as she giggled and kissed my cum-covered face. Reaching between us to wrap her hand around my rigid cock, “We have the house to ourselves for the rest of the night, let’s wrap up the party before we take care of this if you’re still up for it. I want to feel this big boy inside me so badly.” It was true, my cock showed no sign of waning thanks to whatever Joanne had given me. I hoped Katie was ready for a long night.
As Joanne ran to the bathroom to wash my spunk off her face, the rest of the girls mingled and chatted excitedly about what they had just watched. As some of them started to get ready to leave and arranged rides, I overheard:
“Best bachelorette party ever, hands down.”
“I can’t believe Katie gets to sleep with that every night. Bitch.”
“Did you see the size of Zach’s cock? There’s no way I could take it, how the fuck did Brody manage?”
“Do you think Joanne would write me a prescription for my boyfriend and his buddy Steve?”
“I haven’t been this horny since I binge-watched ‘True Blood’.”
“When I get home, I’m going to lock the door and take a nap for three hours. Momma needs some self-care!”
“My husband has no idea that he’s about to get the ride of his life tonight.”
“Awesome show boys!”
I was relieved that the girls seemed happy with the performance and the party had been saved, even if it meant me sampling my first dicks to do it. I was still horny as fuck and buzzed but happy enough to take a break before Katie and I snuck off to catch up. I couldn’t wait to feel for myself how wet her pussy was, and I was pretty sure I had a few more loads in me given the persistence of my hard-on.
I glanced over to see Zach and Tommy near the bar. While Zach was still naked, Tommy had put his t-shirt and shorts back on and was walking over to us. I was still covered in oil and erect so I hadn’t bothered to put anything on, not that there was much left of my poor jockstrap. Besides, everyone here had seen everything I had to offer so what the hell.
“Hey Katie girl, Brody…” as Tommy glanced down admiringly at my engorged cock, “Zach wanted me to see if you kids wanted to come over for a barbecue after you get back from your honeymoon? You know how he likes to play with his meat in front of company,” Tommy quipped with a wink. I looked over to see Zach grinning as he struggled to stuff his swollen cock back into his shorts. Indeed.
Katie laughed and looked at me for confirmation before turning back to Tommy, “We’d both love that Tommy. Can we bring anything, maybe dessert?”
“Oh I don’t think so, Brody should be more than enough for all of us,” as he reached down to wrap his palm around my throbbing, oiled shaft, giving me one final, sensual stroke for the road. I caught myself groaning and thrusting into his firm grip, before he abruptly released me, slapped my ass, and walked away calling back to us, “See you in church next week, stud! You too Katie!”
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