The Sex Party After Party


“Van” and I had another sex party Friday night. It was a hit as usual — almost 50 guys showed up at our door.

And “Mykal,” a sexy, handsome, short, brown-skinned man in his 30s with a thick beard and hairy chest, was one of the last to arrive.

He had been at the casino all night and lost $200. Then he remembered a friend had told him about a sex party nearby so he decided to recoup his losses by getting some dick and ass.

“I don’t get to freak too often but when I do I like to go all out,” he said.

I watched him play with others and assumed he was a straight top.

He was the last to leave the party, talking to Van and me while we ran around the house cleaning up condom wrappers and plastic cups.

He was very masculine. He had fooled around with both women and men and had an eight-year-old daughter but was now exclusively into men.

He is a truck driver for a grocery store chain now but growing up in Southeast D.C. he used to scrap alot and get in trouble. He had a bullet wound in his side from a brawl to prove it.

“Look I have some traffic citations and only have a provisional license and really I’m only supposed to be driving during the day or for work,” he admitted. “Can I crash here until daylight — I don’t want the police to pull me over.”

So we showered and hopped in bed and cuddled with Mykal nestled between Van and me.

But then he started pushing his little bubble ass on my dick and jacking Van’s dick till it got hard.

And it became clear with no words said that this sexy little dude with the gravely voice wanted to get fucked.

And fucked hard.

Had he lied about the driving problems as an excuse to stay?

Van and I gave him what he wanted as the sun rose and light filled the bedroom.

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