God! Bartender Man's cock was so big, so hard.  It had the downward curve to it which helped much of it makes its way down my throat.  His moans and my gagging sound canceled each other out.  He leaned forward over me, his strong hand traveling down my back as he reached for my hole.  He probed it with the tips of his fingers.  "You want it?"  But it really wasn't a question.

I slid off the couch thing - the settee (that's such a faggy word) - to my hands an knees, looking back over my shoulder at him.  "Please sir.  Give me your cock.  Breed me."  He didn't wait to answer, just slid down to his knees and aimed his cock.  I felt its hot tip at my hole and moved myself backward onto it.

His hands pushed against my ass, "Whoa there boy!"

He took his cock in one hand and started slapping it against my hole.  It opened and closed, spasming in membery of the strapon that fucked it maybe half an hour ago.  I watched as he toyed with my hole, as smile on his face.  He kept drooling spit onto his cock and lathering it up.  Our eyes met and his grin turned devlish and he pushed his cock into me.  "Ahhhhhhhhhhh" I threw my head back gasped.  His cock got coated pretty quickly with all the lube still in me from the show and he started fucking like his cock's namesake - a horse.

I meant each thrust with my own reverse shove making each stroke hard fast and the full length of his cock.  I love the feel of cock in my ass and his filled me almost as goo as "jeffie."  Because of the curve of his cock, my prostate was under a constant barrage of punches from the tip.  Cum started leaking furiously from my cock onto the nice beige (I hoped it was beige) carpet.  I could feel an anal orgasm building.  Along with a dose of fear ... once it hit I would be howling like a wolf.  Luckily Bartender Man wasn't trying to make love to me, he was simply getting off ... using my body as a living Fleshlight.  In a few minutes his strokes became spasms and he grunted his cum deep into my ass.

He paused, huffing and puffing, his cock shrinking a little inside me, then shoved me away face first onto the floor.  He stood up and plucked some kleenex from a box on the small table by the wall ... he wiped his cock.  I laid there on the floor coming down froma great fuck enjoying myself.  He tossed the dirty kleenex at my face and sneered, "You faggots are all alike.  Cumwhores." and walked out of the bedroom.

Did I just hear that?  I got NO vibes he was straight and certainly Zee would NEVER hire someone homophobic.  I chalked it up to a guy either trying to play the Master role or simply trying to think of me as a whore to justify his fucking me because he had a lover.

But, I was feeling damned good despite that little weirdness. I took the kleenex and wiped my ass ... woudn't do any good to be cripping cum outta my ass all around the house! ... I dropped the kleenex into the waste basket and headed downstairs.  I needed more alcohol and some party favors.  I found both rather quickly and wandered.

As my body and psyche starteed succombing to the effects of the drinks and favors I found myself touching and hugging everyone.  I was so turned on.  The smell of leather, hot bodies, weed, sweat, cum ... I mean, c'mon, I wasn't the only one who had sex there!

At some point, I found myself sitting on a couch making out with Bryan.  Just kissing and touching and groping.  Its one of my greatest fantasies ... two locked men, both desperate to cum, both desperate to get fucked ... trying every way they could to work out their sexual frustrations together.  Anyway, it was HOT making out with this boy who was over 20 years my junior, both of us slaves and locked.  He hadn't cum in 3 years.

We were like that for awhile til Creek came by "There you are cunt, Sir's waiting!" and took him away.  Frustrated I tooled around.  There was a flogging "demonstration" going on in the gazebo.  Every once in awhile I'd stumble across a man or woman tied up extravagantly.

I made my way to the basement where there were pool tables and another bar.  Almost everyone here were muscle bears and I felt outta place.  I got another drink and squeeze between two very muscly very hairy men.  They looked dark, Mediterranean or Middle Eastern.  The smelled so good.  Musky man smell.  Plus the odor of leather coming off their leather pants, harnesses, armbands.

One of them finally took his eyes off the game and looked at me. He reached down and grabbed one of my ass cheeks in his paw.  "mmmm Like a bitch with some meat on his bones."   His fingers started making their way to my hole when I didn't move.  I turned myass toward him a little bit.  The beefy guys on the other side turned at his voice.  He reached to my one nipple ring and tugged it, pinched it.  "Nice." he grunted.  (Its hard to grunt the word nice.)

"Sam" he said, and rather than shake my hand he slipped a finger in my hole.   "ohhh Hi Sssssam."  I slurred and moaned.  The other guy grabbed my locked cock, crushing my balls, "How long bitch?"  I turned to him and slammed my drink gulping a VERY strong gin and tonic too fast. "6 munshh"  Sam said, "Here take this. It'll help."  I didn't care what it was I took is and swallowed it dry.  He drove a second finger into my ass and I moaned aloud.  Several heads turned in my direction.  No-Name put his paw on my shoulder and gently pushed down.  I drifted to my knees, Sam's fingers slipping out of my ass follwed by a plop of Bartender Man's cum.  Sam stuck those fingers in my mouth.

I sucked on them like I was sucking air.  No-name grabbed my hair and turned my head.  His cock was out ... hard, short, stubby.  I could see the silver flach of a cock ring in this dark bush.  I opened my mouth and he shoved it all the way in.  It felt wonderful in my mouth.  I stucked furiously, coudn't get enough of it.  One part of me knew there were people all around but 98% of me was focused on this cock.

I felt someone grab my waist and pull up.  I stood up, mouth still sucking hard on the wonderful bear cock.  The only time I came away from it was when Sam's cock plunged deep into my ass in one violent forceful thrust.  Then, there I was, getting fucked by two men in front of two dozen others.  No conscience to warn me to stop.  Every cell in my body just wanted fuckage.

I don't remember much beyond that ... just a series of cocks shoved in my mouth and my ass ...legs spread, jaws aching, hands hurting and sore from stroking cocks.  Any cock that came my way I took inside me, draining it of its cum.  

A long time later (it seemed) I was half-dozing on the bar top a pool of cum sticking myback to the top of the bar when two people peeled me off the bar and struggled to get me to my feet.   They managed to get me up the stairs and outside into the chill night (morning?) air and then across the yard.  It felt like walking across America.  One eye was half-glued shut from cum and when I went to wipe it I smeared more across it.

They got me into the pool house and into the shower.  One stayed and helped me wash up.  After a long time I finally started coming back to consciousness.  It was loevly Bryan.  Suddenly huge sadness slammed into me and I started to cry.  Hear was this beautiful boy and I was just a cumwhore bitch with nothing.  Self-pity and shame washed over me as thoroughly as the hot water.  Bryan simply held me.  

The water got chilled ... we'd drained the tank.  We fumbled out of the shower dried and he guided me to one of the beds.  Creek was already there and snoring.  I fell into the bed, with Bryan following, sandwiching me between them.  Then ... quiet.