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Chapter 5: Closing Ceremonies
Bradley's arms squeezed my butt cheeks a little tighter, then they started moving.
Jimmy was standing directly in front of me, close, his size at eye level. Cole was beside him, his particular warmth radiating in the dim light, watching me with a quiet expression. Kyle and two of the other guys had closed the distance as well, circling toward the couch, their attention on us, everyone naked and hard and waiting to see what Bradley was going to do to me.
He gripped me hard, repositioning me on the couch, and I understood what he wanted before he said anything. I went to my hands and knees without being asked. The room's energy shifted immediately, the guys closing in another step, and Bradley lowered himself behind me and put his tongue to work.
The room was quiet, except for the sounds of the continued porn on the TV, as I felt the warm wetness firmly lap circles around the ring of my hole. The dude was into it. He dove in and forced tingles up my spine, and then he stuffed the muscle into me, licking deep, making me feel like I was melting.
One of the other guys, standing to the left, shifted a little as he stood there, grabbing the base of his dick.
"Wow," he said, to nobody in particular, watching Bradley with shock. "Bradley is an eater, apparently."
I laughed once, short and involuntary, and then Bradley forced his face deeper into me, and that ended the laugh immediately. My throat replaced it with a sound like a low moan. Bradley's tongue did not stop or slow down. He didn’t acknowledge the commentary in any way except to press closer, his hands gripping my hips, his face wiggling in my ass, his focus absolute and entirely undisturbed by the audience.
Cole was in front of me, close, watching my face.
I stopped thinking about anything except what Bradley was doing.
I heard footsteps on the stairs.
The guys looked up at the same time, including Bradley, who surfaced briefly, his chin resting on my ass for a second while he looked toward the stairwell.
Tyler came down first, followed by Harry, both of them still dressed, taking in the room from the bottom step with a tentative expression. I could tell they had been upstairs talking themselves into coming down for two hours, and had finally gotten the balls.
They were different from the other guys in the basement. They were kind of like me, to be honest. Smaller, not in a bad way, just less of the broad-shouldered, thick-armed, takes-up-a-lot-of-space quality that had been the dominant physical attribute of the room all night.
Tyler, the blonde one with a recent haircut, was what girls would call “cute”, almost “boyish”, fresh-faced. He was less comfortable in his body than the jocks here.
Harry was similar to him, with dark hair that was messy in kind of a “cool” way. He was on the boyish side too, and it was slightly strange to register that after spending a night up close with the masculine physical presence in the basement that night. Harry had a soft jaw and kind of a sweet face.
They had probably been intimidated upstairs. The sounds from the basement, the knowledge of who was down here, the specific muscular company they'd have been joining. I understood that without either of them saying it, because I had walked to this house tonight with my hands in my pockets feeling something similar, and I had been where they were standing, which felt like a long time ago now.
Bradley looked up from my ass and said, "Just in time for closing ceremonies."
Tyler's nervous smile settled a bit.
"It sounded like too much fun to miss," he said.
Both of them started taking their clothes off, and I smiled. It was awesome to see two more guys give in to the energy of the night. There was no ceremony between them, just two guys joining the fun and baring all. The room watched them disrobe as Bradley’s mouth returned to my ass, and my face fell into my arms, my body pressing back into him.
When I looked up, I saw Harry had moved toward the front of the couch, bare skinned, holding his growing dick, still carrying some of his shyness in his shoulders, in the way he held himself slightly smaller than his actual size. He was looking at me, thinking about what to do, until he sat down on the couch in front of me, spreading his legs.
I started to lean down toward him.
"Hold on," he said.
He lifted his legs up higher, shifting his position to expose his hairless pink hole to me. His expression was open and certain.
"Lick," he said.
I dropped my head again, and went to work. I mimicked the pleasure I was getting from Bradley as I pressed my tongue inside him right away, pushing the edge of his ring and feeling it respond to me, making sloppy, wet circles and groaning with new joy.
His sounds were immediate and genuine. He was processing the new sensations, just like I had. His hand landed on the back of the couch and gripped it. His thighs tightened. I watched his face as I ate his ass, looking past his balls and hard dick. He looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes.
Cole had disappeared at some point, and came back with a bottle of baby oil, appearing at the side of the couch. I felt Bradley pull away and rise up behind me, his hand moving in a slow circle on my left butt cheek.
"Do it," Cole said to him, and flipped the cap.
Bradley said nothing as he lined his dick up to my ass. I felt the pressure begin. Cole squirted a line of baby oil across the connecting point between our bodies, and Bradley's hands gripped my hips again as he pushed forward, expanding my hole with something bigger than his tongue.
I stopped eating Harry’s ass, feeling the reality of being penetrated register from the inside as a strange, new pressure. It was sharp, and a lot, and I heard myself say "Fuck" before I'd decided to say anything.
Bradley stopped.
I stayed still for a second, on my hands and knees, taking stock of myself.
"Keep going," I breathed out.
And he pushed in further.
It hurt in a way that I was too worked up to care about, and too far into the evening to put a stop to. It was a good pain, a concept I was discovering for the first time, if that makes any sense.
My arms were shaking slightly with the effort of holding position. Bradley's hands steadied me by my hips as he kept going, and the pain started to slowly morph into something else.
Harry shifted in front of me, lowering himself, and I took him into my mouth, my third meat pole of the night, and he made a sound above me that was nothing like the sound he'd made a minute ago, a fuller, more surrendered version of it, like a pleasured exhale.
Cole moved in close beside Harry and I grabbed him. He was fully ready again in my hand, and I switched to him. I groaned on the dick in my mouth, momentarily forgetting whose it even was. Harry and Cole pulled me back and forth between themselves, twirling their fingers in my hair as I took whatever was pushed into me, on both ends.
I tried something new, pushing hard onto Harry's pole and letting it squeeze into my throat, and his thighs tightened on my face. His hand gripped my hair hard, and he pulsed, in a now process now familiar to me from this side of things. He finished with a long, low, grunting exhale that was the most unguarded sound I had heard all night. I gagged once as he held my head down.
“You got tighter,” Bradley said from behind me, picking up the pace, “I’m gonna cum, dude.”
I felt the energy shift as the guys watched. Harry pulled out of me and I dropped my face to his crotch, his patch of pubes tickling my forehead as my lips pressed against his hairless balls, bracing for an impending climax inside of me.
Bradley finished with several fast, rough thrusts deep inside me, and I felt them each hit a new depth. His whole body went briefly rigid before I felt the rod inside me swell in pulses, releasing it all. His sweaty forehead dropped to my upper back for one second, warm and heavy, before he slowly pulled himself out. I felt it drop down my balls as the cool air found my ass.
“Damn,” I said, turning to find Cole’s dick, but it had been replaced by one of the other guys.
Cole moved around behind me, and took Bradley's position, and I understood immediately from the first moment he pressed against me that he was bigger than Bradley. When he put it in, I registered from the inside how different and more substantial the pressure was, and I exhaled hard through my nose and stayed with it while Tyler moved to the front of the couch.
Tyler at full size was not what I had been expecting from the boyish, fresh-faced guy who had come down the stairs looking nervous.
He was enormous.
Tyler’s meat rocket was comparable to Jimmy’s. It rearranged my understanding of the evening's whole topology, and I discovered this in real time as he put a hand behind my head, gently guiding me toward him. I just opened my mouth and braced for entry.
Cole dug into me from behind as Tyler stretched my mouth in front. I was between two forces simultaneously and I stopped being surprised by any of it. I just existed in the middle of it, which was where I had been heading since Bradley appeared in the bathroom on Monday, pulling me into some strange, new experimental world of chaos.
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The room rotated through me. Tyler moved behind me after Cole finished, someone else moved occupy my mouth, and the boys found their rhythm. The guys moved without much discussion, and a loosely patient energy and understanding around the fixed point of the couch.
At one point I was lifted by someone and placed on my back, my legs pulled up in the air as Kyle inserted himself into me. He was a good looking guy, I noticed from this angle. His smaller dick was a respite from the big ones I had already taken. I was somewhere past thinking, and fully in my body, which was a place I had never really explored before, not beyond my dick.
Cole came back to the front of me eventually, and I looked up at him between everything else that was happening and he was looking back at me, studying me like he was checking in. Cole was somehow special. He was the one I had been cataloguing all night without knowing what to call it.
Then Bradley said something that made everyone in the room stop what they were doing.
"Someone put it in my ass," he said as he lifted a leg onto the far side of the couch, making his ass spread open just enough to see the hole. "Just to try."
The room had a few giggles as the guys looked at each other.
Jimmy raised his eyebrows, but Cole moved first, the baby oil already in his hand. He positioned himself behind Bradley, holding his dick and aiming it properly. Bradley went still. The room watched. A few seconds passed.
"Ow," Bradley said, with a flat certainty. "Nope."
Cole shrugged as he pulled out, not really having gotten inside him, from what I could tell.
Kyle stepped forward from the back wall.
Kyle, who had measured four inches on Bradley's notepad and announced he must have grown, who had the complete unshakeable dignity of a man at peace with every fact about himself, positioned himself behind Bradley with focused efficiency.
Bradley's face changed within seconds. His hands gripped the arm of the couch. His chin dropped.
"Keep going," he said.
And Kyle kept going.
Bradley started touching himself, making little monkey sounds, which was its own interesting event. I watched his face from the couch and felt something warm about it, the architect of the whole week revealing that he was as wild as the worst of us.
Kyle pulled back suddenly, redirecting himself back toward me. “I wanna finish in him.”
Bradley turned his head and found Jimmy without any detectable embarrassment.
"You do it," Bradley said. “I’m warmed up now.”
Jimmy looked at him for a second. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” he said, sticking out his ass. “Just til I finish.”
Jimmy moved into position behind Bradley with careful patience. I watched his muscular ass tighten as he pressed into him, Bradley's hands turning white on the couch cushion.
"Leave it right there," Bradley said. “That’s far enough.”
Jimmy went still, his hands moving to Bradley’s hips.
I continued to watch them, as Kyle lined himself up with me again, carefully playing “just the tip” with my hole while the show continued with Bradley’s ass.
In probably fifteen seconds, I watched Bradley keel over a little, convulsing slightly.
"Woah," Jimmy said, looking at Bradley’s tensed back muscles. "I can feel it. Like a heartbeat."
Bradley made a low sound from his chest. His hand worked himself in a blur.
"I'm cumming," Bradley said.
"Oh shit," Jimmy said, looking down.
The room watched Bradley finish with a strange, collective reverence. He was loud about it, louder than he was when he came inside me, which was the most surprising part.
Then he went quiet. His head dropped forward. He breathed.
The room held the silence for him as they watched his naked body relax, the white streaks on the floor in front of him.
Just then, Kyle suddenly pulsed, the head of his dick barely inside my hole.
“Woops,” he said as he held still, his abs convulsing slightly. I felt him flood my hole, right near the entrance. He pulled out, and yet another load spilled out of my mess ass.
Then Jimmy carefully stepped back, and Bradley straightened up and ran a hand through his hair and looked around the room until he found me on the couch.
"Okay," Bradley said, to the room, to himself, to nobody. He crossed his arms. The satisfied architect expression came back, slightly new around the edges. "Back to business."
Every head in the room turned back to me.
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Jimmy came off Bradley and came to me with all the energy he had just started with Bradley’s ass.
He went at me. Hard.
He stuffed into me quickly, with a focused intensity, running on something extra, and I felt every bit of it and made no effort to manage my response to it, which had stopped being something I was capable of anyway. It definitely hurt in a way, but I was begging for more of the feeling. I wrapped my legs around him and leaned into it.
“Yeah, stuff it all the way in,” I said, as one final nerve left my body.
He put his weight against me and pressed in to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I said.
“You’re so tight,” he said, looking down at me, settling into the pushup position over my torso as his hips continued to deliver the hard thrusts.
“Here I go,” he said as I felt him expand to his largest size, humping slower but pushing even deeper.
He pulsed and released into me. I had lost count of how many loads I had taken, but this was the maximum stretch I had felt all night. I held my breath as he finished inside me, and I felt the warmth of it and the weight of his hands as they moved to my hips, gripping tightly. He pulled out slowly, and his mile-long dong took forever to actually come out. I felt the release, which was weirdly uncomfortable, as if at this point my body wanted him to just leave it in there.
My sore hole felt like it was on fire, as he tapped it one last time with his dick, spreading the mess of multiple boys around on my skin. He lifted my legs and stared at my hole. The other guys joined him and looked closely.
“He’s a cum factory,” Jimmy said.
“Yeah,” Bradley said, grabbing my other foot, “Well done, boys.”
They stepped back and let my legs fall, and I stayed where I was for a moment, catching my breath, taking stock.
My body was done. Thoroughly, completely, gloriously done in a way I had no prior reference point for, and I knew I would be feeling it the next day.
Jimmy moved to my side first, his hand rubbing my chest, like he was checking if I was okay. I smiled at him. Cole was behind him, looking down at me, his half hard dick hanging thick between his legs. Bradley crawled onto the couch, spreading my legs open again. I didn’t want to get fucked again, but I still wanted them to do whatever they wanted.
His hand, instead of finding my ass again, reached for my dick. He looked at it like it was a curious thing as he stroked it. I had been rock hard all night, and I was covered in pre-cum, streaks connecting my stomach to my balls.
Jimmy reached down and replaced his hand, and I heard myself moaning like a girl as the two of them began taking turns slowly rubbing me. I touched the parts of their bodies that I could reach, their shoulders, chests, Jimmy’s muscular thighs.
The last guy who hadn’t cum that night, suddenly appeared in front of my face, and I opened my mouth. He jerked himself until he blasted a streak across my mouth, with I swallowed instinctively before opening up again for him. I received the rest of the jock’s load, which finished just as I felt a mouth on my dick.
I gasped as my body quivered with pleasure. I looked down to see Cole’s head bobbing on my dick.
“That feels so good,” I said, and he just grunted in response, the warm velvet of his tongue wrapping me in his gratitude.
Tyler, the hung blonde boy who only joined for the “closing ceremonies”, stood up close, and I grabbed his large dick.
And I was over the edge.
I had the most climactic orgasm of my life, moaning as I squeezed Tyler’s dick firmly in my hands. I looked up and saw Jimmy’s large dick not far away either. Bradley was smiling on the other side of Cole.
“Attaboy,” he said, “There’s our superstar.”
And we had come full circle.
When I finally finished pulsing, and my body floated back to Earth, Cole pulled off of me slowly, his mouth releasing my load back onto myself. It was hot seeing it all at once.
As I came out of my daze, I looked around and watched the basement start to settle. It was late, and the guys would be heading to sleep soon, likely crashing on the couches.
Guys started to find their own space. Some pulled on underwear, some pulled a blanket over their naked bodies where they sat, some just dropped onto a couch and stayed there, closing their eyes. Kyle curled up into the corner of the couch I was on, closing his eyes with a deep, satisfied exhale.
I chatted for a while with Cole, but I could barely focus on the words he was saying.
Tyler stretched out on his back on the long couch and was unconscious in minutes, his fresh boyish face slack and unbothered in the dim light, Harry curled up next to him, facing away, already gone.
Bradley appeared beside me, acting like himself again, the wild party host, his crossed-arms posture back in place. He looked at Cole and me for a second, and nodded toward the stairs.
Cole was already standing. Jimmy was pulling himself up from the couch with a slow, monumental effort. He was a tired man. He made small sounds of complaint about nothing except the general injustice of having to move, as the four of us went upstairs.
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Bradley's room was big and clean and dark, except for the lamp he turned on low, and it smelled like him. The king bed was against the far wall and the four of us got into it, bodies finding positions on their own, using gravity.
Jimmy was asleep almost immediately, curled up against me, his naked crotch humping my thigh intermittently.
Cole turned his head to me in the dark.
I turned mine to him.
His hand came up gently to the side of my face, the same way it had in the basement hours ago. He closed the gap and found my lips with his, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I massaged it back, feeling his soft lips press against me. We kissed quietly in the dark while Jimmy breathed loudly in his sleep beside us, Bradley on the other side of Jimmy faced away, all of us naked.
"Hey," Bradley whispered.
I pulled away from Cole to turn my head.
He was propped on one elbow.
"I'm curious," he said.
I looked at him.
"Okay," I said, waiting for him to say what he meant.
He reached a hand over Jimmy’s sleeping body to find the back of my head, pulling me toward him, and a moment later I was making out with another guy, as Bradley’s tongue danced in my mouth. I kissed him back, locking lips more aggressively as I tried to give him what he was giving me.
Jimmy's arm moved heavily across my chest in his sleep, holding me, gently. Cole's shoulder was warm against mine. Bradley's hand left my jaw as he fell back to his space, closing his eyes and resting his head deeply into his fluffy pillow.
I turned back to Cole, who had fallen asleep. He looked so calm, and pleasant.
I lay in the dark among the pile of three males, looking at the ceiling. I thought about Monday morning, Bradley challenging me to a jerkoff contest in the boys’ bathroom at school, the pink panties he held up in front of me the next day, then him wearing him in front of everyone at a dick-related party by the end of the week.
I thought about the ring landing on my cock with a soft plastic click while Cole looked at me and smiled. I thought about Bradley's arms closing around me on the couch, committing me to an escalation I never would’ve had the balls to start myself.
I thought about Tyler and Harry on the stairs, their particular nervousness, mirroring mine even though I had so much more at stake,
I thought about Jimmy's hand on my shoulder in the basement as he stuffed his oversized meat into me, and the specific gravitas of being held at the center of attention by a group of horny, young males.
I thought about tomorrow morning, and what my ass would feel like, and I thought about what the future would be like after something like this.
It felt like it had momentum, and I was ready to continue something like this for a very, very long time.