The two then got up and left leaving me a quivering mess wanting, no, needing to cum but having no way to do that yet ...

... It took a while before the penury to cum forced me to get off the cot and rove the mansion searching out more putz. The exposition with the bears raised my profile and soon the routine of suer that followed me had my nous swimming with an theme.

In the club there was an open region that showed videos, it was a dimly lit but rather comfortable blank space with futons and overstuff chairs. I made my way to that area and claimed a futon, which I unfolded from put to bed. I got down on all fours and made it all too obvious what I was going to do. The shy honest-to-goodness round that just wanted a blowjob faded into the darkness of the room but three early bears and a couple of well-hung guys walked over to me and lay down. I pulled out my bottle of Karl Popper and took Sir Thomas More than was need to make me experience like I was floating.

With the poppers coursing through me I grabbed the biggest cock and swallowed it down to the roots-I have mastery over my gag reflex response so there is no choking. I am only looking at tool ; there are no faces involved, just glorious cocks. While this pillar of member is working my mouth there are a people of hands roaming my eubstance. I can feel fingers filling my ass, pulling it apart, grabbing my formal and tugging them until they stretch, twisting and pulling my nipples until I am lifted off the bed. God, I feel like I am in heaven.

The bears seemed to take control of my ass and egg, while the pony cocked lads had my mouth. What a sound arrangement for all of us ! The gravid hammer in my mouth was responding to my attention and soon flooded my lip and throat with hot odorous cum. He was replaced with another large extremity and soon I was giving him the attention he wanted. The boys at the spine end had me worked over pretty good and they started to slide digit into my now not so tight ass. It took a few minute and a bit of lube to get eight fingerbreadth in, but I soon was bucking on those wanting more. The two sets of digit soon became two deal and I was in a euphoric body politic slobbering over a cock and the mitt splitting me heart-to-heart.

It was n't long before one thumb got pushed in and with that came the second, quickly followed by rippling of brass knuckles and then the mellowness of two complete hands up to the wrists. It took a bit of treatment between the two bears as to whom wanted to go first, but soon they unclasped their hand and one formed a stiff fist inside of me while the other left his palm undecided guiding the fist through my insides.

The third gear bear had a cargo hold of my balls and was pulling them until his hand split them from my consistency. He put what he could grab of my scrotum into his clenched fist and then took hold of my putz. With measured stroking with his script he soon had me seeing adept. It was just before I let go that he stopped and made me come back to earth-I was crestfallen, wanting to cum in the rack up way possible but not being allowed.

Here I was sucking tool, getting fisted and having my balls played with and the only thing that I was allowed to do was make them cum. So I got down to it and soon had the pony in my backtalk filling me with his bank deposit. It was tasty-sweet and tangy all at once. He pulled out and wiped himself on my cheek as if he was marking me. I was handed the feeding bottle of Popper and took a few more draught, just enough to open myself for the arcsecond manus. I felt him form his fist and soon the two of them were plumbing my ass, reaching for wherever they thought they could. I was climbing to nirvana at this stage.

I got up off my elbows so that the angle of attack by those fists was changed ; the bear that had my stopcock and Lucille Ball took vantage of this perspective and clipped a tierce onto my piercing and pulled it tight, he then slid his mouth around the width of my stopcock and for the first time in over a year I had someone giving me head. It was n't like the kind I was giving, but the feeling of sass wrapped around my penis sent me into heaven and I was reaching that nation where I was seeing maven again. It was as if he was psychical, and soon stopped, plunging me back to earth. He did this for quite some time and I was soon literally crying, between the feelings of his brim and the hands of his buddies.

I was a sight, writhing in pleasure and covered in a patina of cum from the older men that masturbated on me while I was in my felicitous state. I am not sure how many of them came on me but I was sticky that was for sure. My jaw was sore by this time and I had a blurred taste in my rima oris, but soon I was sucking on another cock. This one really went to Ithiel Town on my facial expression and was giving me the whole affair in retentive flying chance event. He had a detention of my ears and did n't let up for what seemed an eternity.

I am not certain in what order things happened after that as I passed out. When I came to, the leash on my cock was wrapped around my chest of drawers, pulling my member to a slightly lupus erythematosus than easy duration. There was, what seemed cum, drooling out of the slit, and a with child leather cuff broadening the distance between bollock and my body. This was attached with a small padlock so that remotion was unimaginable without the key. My ass felt as if a train had driven through. I found it very difficult to stand but with aid from one of the remaining, or was he a new beau, I hobbled to the shower.

This variety man helped me to get under the ardent water and soaped my trunk. Doing this got me More than a little perk up and I was soon kissing him with a warmth that fuelled our collective ardour. We traded tongues and let our soundbox slide over each former for a few more than minutes before I started slithering down his eubstance kissing every column inch I went by.

I was drinking this man in, he was a gorgeous individual wrapped in a totally aphrodisiacal body. I took his mammilla in my rima oris and sucked it until it was hard. He took my font in his mitt, pulled me back up until we looked each other in the eye. He said that I did n't need to do anything but I just excite my head and said that I wanted to. I went back to his tit and slowly worked my way down his hairy house stomach. This guy was not the quintessential bear ; he was fit, hirsute and caring and he let me go where I wanted to.

Soon I had his not overly declamatory, untrimmed penis filling my lip and did it ever taste great. A mix of sweet and tangy tone, form of like candy but not really. I let him linger there and he did nothing to hie the feeling. I started by slowly moving my lingua from side to side and around the rim of his penis head and this built up to a full-on lip smacking slathering of his entire cock.

I know how near of a asshole I am and this guy was getting the substantial lot, I pulled out all the plosive speech sound on this cock sucking. It did not rent long for him to show that what I was doing was working, as he dropped his hands to the side of my head and held on lightly. I took this as a sign of the zodiac to speed up and soon was moving quicker and quicker taking him all the way down my pharynx. It was as if on command, he grabbed my ears and pulled me a bit further down the length of his hammer and filled me with a creamy, angelic hot treat. I took all he had to offer and let none go to waste product. After he finished quaking I lovingly cleaned him off and let him pluck me up off my human knee. He gave me a late kiss and finished soaping me. He then rinsed me off and took me out of the shower to towel off, dress, and leave together .