Chapter 7
As they entered the parlor, Foster struggled to see.
The scent of sex filled the humid air. The dim, red light didn’t allow for much inspection.
Not at first. Slowly, his eyes became accustomed to the low light, and he could see shapes and forms moving in time to some of the moans and whines he heard.
Soon, he saw dozens of people on multiple large couches, sampling one another’s bodies.
He kept reminding himself that he didn’t have to do anything. He could simply watch and enjoy from the sidelines. No one was forcing him to participate.
“Are we staying here, or are you ready to get a little closer to the action?”
Foster’s heart thudded in his chest, but there was also a languidness that was suddenly joining the party. The pill was finally kicking in. About damned time. “Maybe.”
“For which one?”
Foster glanced at Cary.
Cary chuckled. “Just ask permission before you touch anyone, wear protection, clean up behind yourself, and don’t overstay your welcome. Those are the only rules that really matter.”
“And don’t repeat any of this or they’ll sue me into oblivion,” Foster replied, still a bit thrown by the NDA.
“That, too.”
Cary placed his palm on Foster’s bare back and guided him forward.
Foster allowed it, if only for the moment.
As they neared the action, he could make out bodies a little easier, but there were spots where all he saw was a tangle of limbs.
They made a pass. One big circle around the room to see where they might fit in.
Nothing and no one caught Foster’s gaze for more than a couple of seconds.
Until they reached the end of their spin around the dance floor.
A big, muscled stud was bent over the end of the couch, on his hands and knees, getting fucked from behind by a smaller, slim guy.
The mismatched pair were slightly apart from the others, an island to themselves.
The stud was dark haired. The red light glimmered off his white mask.
A sheen of sweat glistened over his skin.
He threw himself back onto the guy fucking him, his jaw tense as he looked over his shoulder.
Shadow and light danced over his body and face, dark hollows showing where the muscle and sinew tensed.
He was stunning. Foster couldn’t look away, his cock growing thicker the longer he watched them.
Reaching down, Foster caressed himself, the urge to push the smaller guy away and take over claiming the big guy screaming within.
“So, that’s your type, hmm?” Cary whispered against his ear. “Why not go over and introduce his mouth to your cock? Instead of standing there jerking it alone.”
One suggestion and all thoughts of standing on the sidelines went straight out of Foster’s mind.
“But it’s just the two of them,” Foster said. “Should I wait?”
“This is an orgy. Everyone’s fair game, even if they’re already being fucked. Simply ask. All he can say is no.”
Foster took a deep breath, his lungs shuddering as he gathered his courage. He walked closer to the muscle stud, his legs feeling like rubber, and felt the raw sounds of the grunts and groans reverberating through him, making his cock ache even more.
The guy was perfection. All sinew and strength.
He approached the end of the couch, close to the guy’s head, stroking himself. Leaning closer, he asked, “Can I joi—”
Foster was cut off when the muscle stud slapped his hand away and grabbed the root of his cock.
Gasping, Foster’s head fell back as the guy took the head between his lips and to the back of his throat.
He reached for the back of the couch to steady himself, sucking in a few breaths before a tortured groan escaped him.
The man behind muscle stud cried out, straining. He stilled for a few seconds, winded, and then slid out. Once he’d peeled off his condom and knotted it at the base, he playfully slapped muscle stud on the ass and walked away.
The mouth on Foster’s cock disappeared. Muscle stud stood up.
Before he knew it, Foster was spun and shoved onto his ass.
He stared up at the man, surprised. A foil wrapper appeared and was gone before a condom was rolled down Foster’s shaft.
He was tugged down a bit, so his bottom was closer to the outer edge of the cushion and his back curved a bit.
He hadn’t expected to be thrown around like a rag doll, especially at his size, but it was kind of a turn on.
“About time you showed up,” the muscle stud said after straddling Foster. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“I might not be who you think I am…” Foster said.
“You’re exactly who I think you are. A nice, big dick for me to ride.”
He sank onto Foster’s cock, taking more than half on the first plunge. They moaned together. Foster trembled under the tight grip of the guy’s ass. Muscle stud rose a couple of inches and pressed down again, most of Foster’s cock sliding deep.
“Oh fuck,” the guy riding him gasped before lifting one more time and back down. “Yeah, that’s what I needed.”
Foster felt a pop, and the tightness around the head loosened when he was in all the way to the hilt.
They came together like the key to a lock.
The sounds around Foster quieted for a moment, a low hum in his ears and the pounding of his heart the only thing he heard.
He sank his fingertips into the guy’s hips, the intense pleasure making his eyes roll back in his head.
So this is what heaven feels like.
Jude pressed his hands on either side of Big Dick’s head as he sank lower onto that incredible cock.
As soon as he’d seen it, he latched on with his mouth, ready to claim his prize for the night before it walked off.
No way was that one getting away from him.
Size queen? He preferred size king. He liked them big, so he could really feel it.
Oh, did he fucking feel it.
He rose a bit more and sank again. The head pressed past his second hole again, and he gasped, whimpering.
Only his toys did that to him. No man had ever.
A real one that could go that deep? BD was a fucking unicorn. One that filled him just right. His thighs shook when he lifted and came down again, for the first time unsure if he had the strength to ride a guy and lead. The desire to submit shivered through him, but he pushed that aside.
He surrendered to no one.
And this was no place for him to completely lose control, either. He paused, allowing himself a second to calm down. Sucking in a deep breath, he reveled in the feel of that cock spearing him deep.
Jude stared down at what he imagined was a handsome face from the firm jaw and roman nose he could see. Fucking masks and low red lights made it hard for him to get off. He enjoyed looking into a sexy man’s eyes to see the pleasure he wrought.
At least he could see the body and this one was a fine enough specimen.
He was big. Maybe as tall as Anton. Taller than Jude’s six feet, for sure.
And he had a tight body. Just the right amount of muscle without being too bulky.
Sure, Jude could be a shallow asshole, but that’s what pushed his buttons.
This guy pushed every single one… and then some.
His legs still shaking, he had to extend the pause.
When he thought he’d regained control, Jude rolled his hips.
His eyes fell closed from the pleasure radiating through him.
Jude wasn’t rushing this one. He slowed down and savored the feel of that cock inside him.
Pressing his palms against the guy’s chest, Jude smiled when he felt the rapid beating of a heart.
He might not see the pleasure, but maybe he could read it there in the pulse jumping against his fingertips.
Jude leaned in for a kiss, sampling the man’s mouth briefly. He reared back, shocked at his behavior. Guys kissed him, if that was their thing, and he allowed it, but never initiated. There was an intimacy in kissing, deeper than that of sharing a body.
Kisses were for those you cared about. Those you loved.
Not random fuck partners.
Yet Jude couldn’t help himself with this stranger. Their lips met again, and Jude tasted a hint of spearmint. He grinned to himself, appreciating a clean mouth, and went in for another. Their kisses were just as languid as his hips rolling over BD’s cock.
BD’s hands roamed his body, teasing and tempting. His hands seemed practiced, the exploration closer to adoration. BD was learning his body.
When Jude’s back bowed at the tweak of a nipple, the man’s fingers stayed there, tormenting it. He leaned forward and circled it with his tongue before biting down, leaving teeth marks behind. His moans were noticed and the acts that caused them repeated.
Jude closed his eyes, his head falling back. Not only did BD have the perfect cock, but he paid attention, which was almost better. He didn’t need to give instructions or make demands.
The languid fucking soon gave way. The need to orgasm screamed in Jude’s veins.
Quickening his pace, he rode the wave, going to a place he hadn’t been in a long, long time.
Every neuron fired, his body riding the tight edge between pleasure and destruction.
He never wanted it to end but feared he’d combust if he didn’t come.
Heat spread through his body, dreamily sprawling and gamboling, filling up all the dark places until he struggled for air.
Intense pressure formed at the base of his spine, threatening to drown him.
Still, he forged on, bouncing on the guy’s cock and ready to plunge into the deep, dark sea.
The people and noise around him faded. It was only the two of them, two powerful bodies seeking salvation only found in the flesh of another.
Their lips met again, their bodies tethered to one another in a way Jude had never known before. Starved for connection, this is what he’d been seeking. Each slam of their bodies made them one. It was communion. Worship unlike anything Jude knew before.