Gay erotic fiction inspired by model Grayson courtesy of Southern Strokes. Click to see more!
I lay there, stark naked in the darkness, my mind a fog of booze and pot. I thought hard and remembered. The party had gotten noisy and a little out of hand. Some really hunky number had invited me into the spare bedroom. There, on the floor, he'd given my ass a really royal fucking. When he left, he switched off the light. Then, sometime later, the door opened and another hard-licked stud took advantage of my upturned buns. Another followed him, then another. During the course of the evening, nine different men plowed into my hungry hole. As I lay there, the noise lessened and finally ceased completely. Just as I was about to get up and search for my scattered clothes, the door opened and closed again and I was no longer alone in the darkness. A warm body stretched out beside me. A hot tongue slipped into my ear. I turned my head and met the probing tongue with my own. A hand slid between my thighs and four searching fingers worked into my slimy, oozing hole. "How many?" he asked. "Nine." "Oh, god,' he whispered, turning and rubbing his hard, throbbing cock against my hip. His fingers worked faster and more insistently inside me. Shortly, they withdrew and from the sounds he made I knew he was licking them clean. He scrambled up and knelt by my head. "Turn over." I rolled onto my back. "Kick up your legs." I lifted my legs. Blindly, he grabbed them, doubling me back and hooking the backs of my knees under his armpits. His tongue searched for and found my slick, puckered hole and lapped inside. Ravenously, he licked and sucked at my battered asshole making sounds like a hungry mutt at a bowl of gravy. His hot, juicy cock bobbed against my face and I succeeded in capturing it between my lips. I sucked crazily at its swollen head as he savored the collective cum of nine hot men. I think it had less to do with my expertise as a cocksucker than with his delirious lust at cleaning me out, but he began to cum, filling my mouth to overflowing with his bittersweet cream. When he'd spent his last drop, he pulled his cock from my mouth and stood up. Keeping me doubled up, he managed to stuff his half-hard meat into my gaping hole. Then he froze—absolutely still. "What the--?" "Shhhh. Just wait". I waited and then, all of a sudden, a steaming hot sensation overwhelmed me. He was pissing inside me! The feeling was incredible. I reached up to my own hard dick and stroked it wildly. Even before he'd finished pissing, I shot my load all over my face. He pulled out, begging me to hold it. With great difficulty, I did. He quickly lay down beside me. "Hurry! Sit on my face." I scrambled to my knees and squatted above him. "Now!" I relaxed my sphincter and, instead of a stream, an explosion of piss burst onto his face. He squirmed and whimpered with delight. I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. Back in the spare bedroom I had to turn on the light to find my clothes. Lying asleep in a pool of piss was the really horny number who'd started it all. Some party.
