You may recall some time ago my long-term fuck-buddy friend Steve, who comes round on Fridays, introduced me to Andy, a full-blown gay guy who’s well into the scene.

Since I’m Faithful Friday several months ago, I hadn’t heard much from him—only the odd exchange of messages. Needless to say, out of the blue at the start of last week I got a message on WhatsApp from Andy asking me what I was up to this weekend and if I fancied going to a club as his toy one evening. Being the horny slut that I am, I immediately agreed and asked for more details.

Over the following hours we exchanged loads of messages about what the plan was. Andy told me there was a club in Nottingham that was doing a gay night. It had a hot tub, sauna, steam rooms—the lot. Having never done one, I jumped at the chance, trying to prise bits of information out of him.

For the rest of the week we just exchanged some light messages, Andy confirming that this was his fifth time at this particular club in the last six years and that it was really well run and good fun.

As we got closer to the weekend, Andy said he would come round a little earlier on the Saturday afternoon to help me get prepped. When I confirmed back to him what he meant by “prepped,” this was the message I got:

“You know, douche your arse, shave, that sort of thing, and maybe a little bit more as I’m right horny 😜”

For the remaining 24 hours I was super horny and excited. When I mentioned to my cuckold wife Chell that I was going to be going out on Saturday night, she just told me she had plans as well for the weekend (a story for another day).

Saturday morning came round and Chell left around about 9:30 for Manchester, leaving me the rest of the day to exchange horny messages with Andy. He had already paid upfront for my entrance fee as a gift for letting him take me there as his sub. Andy was due to get to mine at around 4 o’clock and we weren’t due to go into the city until eight.

I’d had my cock rings on all day and had even douched myself a little bit ahead of Andy’s arrival.

I was so excited when the Ring doorbell went off, notifying me of his arrival on the drive. He came in clutching a few bags, which I quizzed him over, as he was only staying the one night and these were too-big duffel bags. He said that would all be revealed in good time.

We exchanged a hug and had a couple of coffees. During this I picked up the conversation about how he was planning on prepping me. Andy went over to his bag and opened the first one up. “These are for you to choose from.” He started pulling different outfits out—what I could only describe as stereotypical black hot pants, string vests in black, and leather-strapping outfits.

He looked at me and said, “Take your pick.” I quizzed him on what sort of night this was and his only answer was, “A good one, of course,” followed by a cheeky wink.

I told him I didn’t know which one I was going to wear yet, to which he said that wasn’t a problem, but we would get this prep work started. He took me upstairs and, when he entered the bathroom, he could see that my attachment was already on the shower for washing my arse out. He commented that I was a good boy, following up with “Right, get yourself undressed.”

I did as I was told and took my clothes off. He then told me to get into the shower and start washing. I did this thoroughly. He reached over to the windowsill where he could see a razor and insisted I now shave all around my cock. I fulfilled the challenge. It got interesting when he told me to turn round and bend over. With that, he told me he was going to put some hair-removal cream on my arse as it’s better than shaving, apparently. He dried my arse off and smeared this cream all over it, then told me to wrap my towel around and step out of the shower for a while to let the cream go to work.

Once I was out of the shower he returned to me and asked if I wanted to be completely hairless tonight. Understanding what that meant but unclear, I asked. With that, Andy whipped his T-shirt and jeans off. Apart from his eyebrows there was not a single hair on his body. He looked amazing, to be fair, and his cock was rock hard as well, having just helped shower with me.

I agreed it would be a good idea to try it. With that he got a big beach towel out of the airing cupboard, put it on the bed and started to cover me with the hair-removal cream, even going back around my balls and crack and all down my legs. I felt like a spit-roasted pig, rolling over so he could leave me up on the other side. As the cream heated up I lay on the side of the bed and offered his cock up for a blow job, which I took great pleasure in doing. I even remarked if he had been on the sunbeds as well, which he then confirmed.

And he’s got great control over whether or not he cums. I was sucking his cock for a good 15–20 minutes when he stopped me and said it was time to shower off. As I headed back into the shower and rubbed the cream across my chest, sure enough I saw bundles of hair just moving and smooth bits behind. Andy switched the shower on as I stepped in and started getting washed off by him. I could see all the hair just falling away.

A few moments later he took a step back like some artisan admiring his work and exclaimed “Perfect job,” with a laugh in his voice. He even asked me to bend over so he could inspect. And again he exclaimed, “That’s perfect. I couldn’t have done it better on myself and the guys are gonna love that.” As I looked down upon myself, sure enough there was not a hair in sight, and I even ran my hands over my body under the water falling from the showerhead. It was completely smooth—even reaching around to feel my arse, nothing! The hair had all gone.

With that he didn’t hesitate. He picked up the showerhead again that had the douching head on it and told me to bend over. Without any hesitation, straight up my arse it went, loads of nice warm water flushing out as I’d already cleaned up earlier in the day, and he told me to squat down as well to make sure we got everything out. He finished off douching me, which took around about 20 minutes of Andy keeping sticking the rod in my arse and pulling it back out again, even playing with it as well on a few occasions with his fingers.

Next thing I know he shouted out, “You’re ready for the party, Cinderella—we just need to get your gown. But first into the bedroom with you, naughty boy.” I towelled myself down and headed into the bedroom where Andy commanded me to go onto all fours, exposing my arse.

Andy quickly sat down behind me and started eating my arse, reaching round and playing with my now extra-smooth balls. I could see my arsehole getting wetter and wetter as he was eating. With that he changed his position behind me and slid his cock right up to my ring and started to gently ease his 9 inches of girthy cock inside me. With one smooth, slow movement he eased the full length of his cock inside me, taking my breath away. Over the last inch or two, then leaning over me and pushing down on my shoulders as I could feel his hips pushing against my arse cheeks, he let out a really big moan as he then proceeded to pull back out a few inches and start to build a rhythm of sliding his cock in and out. It felt truly amazing. He’s the biggest cock I’ve ever had. He spent the next few minutes building up his pace and pushing deeper and deeper each time until eventually his balls were slapping against mine. After a few minutes he exclaimed, “Fuck, I’m gonna come so deep inside you.” With that, sure enough, a big powerful thrust and I could feel his cock twitching inside my loose arse. He carried on pumping about six or seven times with his hips slamming against my butt cheeks. I did turn round to him and ask what about this evening, to which he told me, “You don’t need to worry about that. I can keep cumming all night long.” With that he told me to stay in that position on the bed and not to move. He quickly slid his cock out of my arse, which was still very firmly up in the air. As he did I could feel a gust of wind fill the void he had just left. I could feel a commotion behind me, then all of a sudden both of his hands on my arse cheeks and sure enough he was straight in there eating my arse again. He did that for a few minutes before taking air and telling me to sit on his face. We repositioned ourselves so that I was straddled over his face in a 69 position, still trying to maintain the right position so that my arse wouldn’t close. With that he told me to sit up on top of his face and I did as I was told, and I could feel his tongue rooting around inside trying to find every drop of cum that he had just shot inside me. He kept eating up his own cum out of my arse for a few minutes before pushing me back onto all fours and telling me to clean his cock. I quickly took his cock inside my mouth and started to clean it nicely. Must’ve only been going for about 30 seconds before he told me that that would do. I got off the top of him. As I did, Andy stood up as well and told me to head back to the bathroom. I followed the orders; sure enough he reduced me again, making sure he’d washed all the cum out.

Andy then asked if I wanted to try his new shorts out that had a butt plug attached to them—it should fit me, he exclaimed. I agreed. He quickly shot downstairs. On his return he was clutching a stringy vest top and sure enough these PVC shorts with what appeared to be a large bulge inside them. As he slung it onto the bed the plug revealed itself, probably about 2½ inches in diameter. By now the cock was starting to thicken. Andy wanted to stretch my arse a little bit so he carried on some playtime with me using varying butt plugs and my new inflatable one as well, at one point even getting his fist inside me as well.

The time would come and I chose a strappy outfit with his nipples exposed, cock ring in position, and then put on his jeans over the top of it along with a T-shirt, instructing me to mount my shorts with the butt plug and put on the string vest. Once I was dressed he told me to put some jeans and a T-shirt on ready for the travelling. And he wasn’t a drinker tonight so there was no taxi requirement and we drove into the city, parking up and making our way over to the club.

It was an unassuming doorway, one that Andy recognised very well. He buzzed the doorbell and exchanged some words with the person on the other end of the intercom, almost like a code word. With that I heard the door release and then we went in. Once inside we were greeted by the maître d’ who showed me around a little bit of the entrance area, the cloakroom, changing rooms and where the bathrooms were. At this point I couldn’t see anything that would make this known as a sex club. Andy and I headed into the changing rooms, where we proceeded to take off our outer clothes, just leaving the sexy outfits we had on. Everything felt so smooth—unusual for me not having any hair. Before we headed back out, Andy unzipped his small backpack he had brought, proceeding to pull out a leash and collar. I smiled and chuckled at him as he fitted it around my neck. As he told me: “Well, you did agree to come here as my sub.”

With that we left the changing rooms through a set of double doors where the music was playing. This is where it all changed for me. I’d only ever been used to being played with by four or five guys at a toilet back down in Suffolk, but as I looked around there must have been 70 or 80 guys there easily. The lights weren’t off, but it was dim. You could quite comfortably make things out and see people, but that was about it. Andy led me through the main room—sofas—and I could make out a bar in the distance, and already I could see guys sucking cocks left, right and centre. Even one guy sat on the large curved sofa being ridden by another guy, all in various forms of outfits, some completely naked.

We carried on walking over towards the bar and he started meeting people that he knew already—people who had travelled up from different parts of the country that were heavily into this scene. He kept introducing me as his slut. My cock was rock hard underneath the PVC shorts, trying to get out—made worse by the fact that I’d also put my cock rings on around my balls, the shaft and the lower part. As we carried on walking through, hands kept touching my arse and my body. Andy was quite well known; I could see this clearly now. As he made it to the bar he gave a couple of guys a big embrace and kiss. And he asked me what I wanted as he put an order in. I just went with water.

With my cock getting tighter and tighter in the PVC, I whispered in Andy’s ear that my cock was getting quite cramped inside the shorts.

Andy responded with: “You can go naked if you want, but be warned it would be open season on you.” I agreed that that was okay. With that Andy said that we would go back to the changing rooms in a minute. He just finished his drink first, which we both did. Then we proceeded back to the changing rooms. It was there where I took the stringy vest off and started to pull the PVC shorts down, releasing the butt plug from my arse as well as I did. Then Andy told me that going back out naked would be open season, especially as I was there as a sub. I agreed that that was fine by me. We headed back out with my raging cock leading the way, being led by Andy still with the dog collar on. Sure enough, as we re-entered the room there were a lot more eyes on me this time. As I walked past people they’d be grabbing at my cock. A few guys whispered as I walked past them how cute I was, even one guy saying “Just you wait.”

Once back at the bar he carried on chatting to his mates there as I was still in awe of what an amazing sexual place this was—threesomes, foursomes, couples just doing their thing and getting watched. My cock was absolutely raging! Because I wasn’t paying attention, unknown to me Andy had agreed with one of his mates that he could take me to a sauna. The first thing I’d known was when all of a sudden a light pull on the dog lead which in turn jolted my head round to look at the direction where the jolt had come from—no longer in Andy’s hand, but somebody else’s. The guy just told me “You’re coming with me.” I looked to Andy; he just smiled and said, “Have fun. See you in a bit.” The lead suddenly got tight again and the guy dragged me off as we started walking. He introduced himself as Paul and told me that we were heading to a steam room if I was okay with that. I acknowledged that I was fine with it, and I also told him it was my first time having a gay steam room. Paul just looked back and smiled at me.

As we got closer, there were piles of black-and-white towels near the entrance. Paul told me to grab two as we headed inside. Sure enough it was a proper steam room. We opened the door as a whole of steam billowed down and then we walked in with our towels, me still being led by Paul. The door closed behind us. I could just make out some dark figures in there, perhaps four or five guys. Paul just called out “Evening guys, I’ve got Andy’s sub with me just so you know,” with that a few voices out of the steam called out with comments like “Nice” and “Pleasure to meet you.”

Still naked, with Paul leading me to the back of the steam room, I could make out that Paul put the towel around himself having already gotten undressed outside. I could just make out on the right of me a guy riding up and down on somebody’s cock sat on the stonework of the sauna—as a faint dark shadowy silhouette of action.

Paul sat down and took the towel out of my hand, then told me to sit on the right-hand side of him. As I sat down I could sense the shadowy figure next to me as well, only a few inches away. As a voice called out from the shadow: “You must be Andy’s Dave?” I responded with a simple yes, not wanting to pry how he knew. This guy then went on to explain that he had known Andy for many years and if he’s brought me to one of these clubs I must be good. As he finished off his comment, his hand reached down and touched my thigh, immediately making my cock twitch. Next the voice came back out of the steamy shadows: “Come a bit closer.” I edged closer; as I did I could feel a bottle between us and then our skin touched. The guy in the steamy shadows reached out and picked up my hand and brought it over to his cock—probably round about 6 inches and skinny but very hard, and it appeared to be uncut from the feel. Next the voice commanded and requested: “Did you want to get on your hands and knees and start sucking it?” With that I could hear Paul’s voice telling me, “Better do as you’re told.” So I did. I took myself off the seat and went between the guy’s legs who was dripping with sweat. His hairy belly was just in front of me. I took his cock and started sucking it straight away. I was down there for a good few minutes before his voice commanded out to the rest of the guys in the sauna: “Okay lads, do you want to come and help with this one?”

With that I could hear some movement behind me, and then a sense of the presence of more than one person behind me. Not wanting to stop my duty of sucking this guy’s cock I carried on. Next thing I knew the collar was being pulled back, but it wasn’t by Paul because he was still sat to my right as I was kneeling between the guy’s legs. It was an upward pull that brought me to my knees and then I was told to stand up. As I did, I felt two separate hands take my hands and lead me back into the steamy mist of the steam room as they’d taken only a few paces. I could also feel somebody squeezing my arse, another set of hands, and somebody rubbing my shoulders, which was another separate pair of hands.

I hadn’t noticed it as we walked in but the guys turned me round and I could just make out what appeared to be a plinth in the middle of the room. The sweat is now pouring off me and I’m struggling to catch my breath when I hear a voice call out to Paul “Have you got a towel, mate?” With that the shadowy figure which turned out to be Paul walked over handing the towel to another guy just behind me. It was at this point I felt like a complete piece of meat. Somebody had laid the towel down on the plinth behind me and then the guys who were holding my hands changed their grip—one holding the wrist and the other one tucked under my armpit—whilst I felt two guys place hands at the small of my back and then scoop me off my feet whilst supporting me under the back of my knees. They slowly shuffled over to the slab, laying me down. The guys who were holding my hands now offering up their cocks either side of me, calling out “Sucking time.” I took them both in hand, not sure what was going to happen down the bottom end, and started sucking the one on the left off. With their dark shadowy figure approached from the bottom of the plinth I could make out that it was the guy I’d been sucking his cock. With his loud deep voice again he calls out: “Andy he tells me you’ve got a loose ass—let’s see how loose, shall we?” I was already dripping wet with sweat and having no hair there is no friction so the hands that were holding up my legs behind the back of the knees were slippy just as I felt something warm dribble down my shaft—it was lube. The big guy was pouring lube down my shaft and a lot of it. I was so horny, engaged in sucking the two cocks that I had at my head end as this guy’s hands started massaging my balls but went straight down, moving the lube towards my arse as he started to insert the lubed fingers one at a time then three—sure enough next was four fingers. Who is it at this point now? I realised why Andy wanted to prep me before tonight. He didn’t go any more than four before he confirmed, calling out to the rest of them: “Fuck, you sure is loose—it’s going to be like chucking a chipolata down the Blackwall Tunnel.” The rest of the guys around chuckled to themselves. With that he must’ve started massaging his cock with his lubed fingers and then offered his cock up to my now slightly stretched arse—it slipped in with the greatest of ease.

The guy started fucking me. He only lasted about four minutes before he shot his load inside me—no notice, no pausing his step, no deep thrusting. All I knew was I could see his hips jolting and his moaning as he shot his load inside me. He pulled his cock out and moved out of the way, swapping places with one of the guys holding my legs, and they quickly went round and without hesitation just put his rock-hard cock straight inside me. The other guy’s cum I could still feel dribbling down my arse crack. It was hard to know at this point what was sweat and what was cum.

Over the next 20 minutes they all took it in turns fucking my arse, rotating round—those that had been fucking me coming up to the head end to have their cocks cleaned. In all, five of them fucked me in the sauna. There were other guys there as I’ve heard the bigger guy call out to them if they wanted to join in, but they declined the offer. After they finished with me they did help me get off the plinth and one of the guys handed the lead back to Paul who originally took me in there but hadn’t joined in. Paul asked me if I wanted to go and have a quick shower before heading back out and I said that I was fine as I was—after all I was a dirty slut.

Paul agreed. Sure enough he led me back out of the sauna. The outside room now felt a lot cooler with sweat still pouring off me. Paul led me back to the bar area. Andy wasn’t there. The pair of us looked around to see where he was; we couldn’t see him. One of the other guys that Andy had greeted when he got to the bar stepped over and said he was in one of the side rooms and told Paul that if the sauna guys had finished with me that he wanted Paul to take me over to the room where he was.

With that Paul led me off down a small corridor. There was no door on this particular room as we went in. It was just one large bed space with room for at least 10 to 15 people on there. Still with sweat running down me I could see Andy still with his gear on, but with his fist in some guy’s arse laying on the bed. Paul shouted over to get Andy’s attention. With that he turned around and asked Paul: “How many?” Paul’s simple response: “Five including Craig.”

With that Andy just exclaimed how nice that was, and summoned me over. Then asking me: “How did you find that?” I told him I absolutely loved it. It felt amazing, especially in a steam room.

Andy acknowledged I was still dripping with sweat, telling me to join the guy he was fisting on the bed, telling me to go on all fours. As I climbed onto the bed he took his fist out of the guy who was laying on his back and told him to go onto his front all fours as well. As the other guy was positioning himself on all fours Andy went to town on my arse, dumping a load of lube and then using the same arm that had just been inside this other guy he started working his fingers and then eventually his whole fist inside me. It felt so full in my arse. Because Andy had already been working on the other guy, he quickly changed his hands and gently eased his left inside me. As he then reached over to the guy who was right close to me and started to slide his right hand into this other guy’s arse. With both our heads at the same place we quickly exchanged names and greeted each other. I told him that I’d only met Paul a few months earlier with a friend but got on well with the guy whose name I found out later was another Paul. He said that he had known Andy for years and that Andy was the reason I was there but he was somebody else’s sub. Andy carried on fisting both of our arses for five minutes or so before eventually stopping, pulling his hand out of mine and then pulling his hand out of Paul’s arse.

Not being able to see much from the doggy position that we were both in, there had been a group of people amassed around us—round about 15, I would say.

With that Paul stood up and told both me and the other Paul to go on our backs. We both rolled over simultaneously but in opposite directions, freeing up space between us for what we both knew was coming—we were about to get used by these guys. Sure enough as my Paul took a step back and said “Go boys—all warmed up and they’re ready to go.”

With that all the guys started to move onto the bed on my side, in between me and the other Paul. There was a lovely mix of guys—you could tell a lot of them looked after themselves. I was looking at browned six-packs and the odd dad bod chucked in, but mainly it was all well-looked-after guys. Next was an amazing sensation as all of a sudden I could feel hands grabbing my cock. Two guys offered their cocks up to me to suck, then there’s another guy down sucking my cock whilst starting to play with my now already stretched arse. I could just make out of the corner of my eye on the left that the other sub had an equal spread of cock around him. The guy stopped sucking my cock and started fucking my arsehole with his hand. Luckily his hands were smaller than Paul’s and it went in quite easily. I was trying to concentrate on what the guy was doing with his hand inside my arse. I didn’t realise that the guy on the left of me was just about to come without any notification. I could feel his cock twitch inside my mouth just as I was coming off his cock with my mouth; I felt a hot load of cum hit the side of my cheek and quickly turned my head back to catch it. Sure enough I got two more shots of cum. I carried on milking him until eventually he pulled his cock away and I turned my attention to the other one. Just as I did this the guy pulled his hand out of my arse and lined himself up, picking up my legs and guiding his cock inside my arse. Slipping in with the greatest of ease again, having already had five cocks and two fists up there. He didn’t pass any comment and just proceeded to start pounding into me, holding my legs back towards my chest. I couldn’t carry on sucking the guy on my right as the guy on my left was replaced by somebody else. He was relentless, just pounding deep inside my arse. A few seconds later, calling out “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” with one deep thrust he shot his load inside me. Half expecting him to pull back out and keep shooting, he didn’t, but I could feel his cock twitching as he offloaded more cum inside me. He paused for a few seconds before pulling out and stepping back off the bed. Within seconds the gap was filled by somebody else, this time just pressing my legs out to the side and easing his cock inside my arse. Over the next half hour I spent the whole time on my back just getting fucked. I counted eight guys that shot their loads inside me and two that ended up having their cocks sucked dry by me. One guy even came back round for a second time. Paul was in the room watching this whole thing unfold, smiling as it did. My ass just got rinsed by a load of guys.

Paul intervened and called time out to give me a bit of a break. With that, and my aching hips from having my legs constantly pushed back, I stood up. As I did I could just feel cum running down the inside of my thighs. As I looked down, sure enough just a dollop of gloopy cum running down the inside of my legs and just falling straight out of my arse. With that Paul led me back to the bar, where we got me a drink of water and told me to rehydrate myself. Andy was a good master; he asked if I wanted anything to eat or anything else. I was quite happy just being a slut for the night.

As I finished off my glass of Coke, I looked around the room and I recognised some faces that had already fucked me, but I also clocked that there were quite a few new faces. I turned back to Andy and asked him how many people he thought were here. He told me not to worry—the numbers fluctuate throughout the night as different people come and go—then telling me that there’ll be plenty more cocks that want me.

As I finished up my drink and Andy finished his, he then led me off to the other side of the main room to a large curved sofa. As we got closer to the L-shaped sofa Andy called out “Hi Danny, you’re alright mate?” With that the guy stood up on the sofa. Now a quick conversation, but basically Andy introduced me as his sub to Danny. He looked like a big bodybuilder type; he was there in a pair of PVC shorts and vest top similar to what I had on as I was eyeing his nice physique up. Andy handed off my leash to Danny who, whilst stood there, unzipped his shorts and pulled out his cock. Danny turned to me and said: “Come on, work your magic on it.” With that Andy turned around and walked off, muttering the words that he was going to the toilet and will be back in a minute.

Danny sat down on the sofa with his cock flaccid in front of him, leaning back on the sofa, pointing at his cock and reiterating to me that it needed sucking. As I’m still stood there, cum still dribbling down the inside of my thighs, knowing full well if I squatted down there’d be a load of mess on the floor in front of him. As I did, sure enough I felt globules of cum drop out. As I looked down there I could see I was not the first person to have been in front of Danny as there was more mess on the floor as well. I took Danny’s flaccid cock in my mouth and started massaging it and sucking it. He only got a little bit harder before Andy came back about five minutes later from his trip to the toilet. With that Paul exclaimed to Danny: “Thanks for looking after him.” Danny thanked him and thanked me as my head came off his cock—still flaccid. It would appear he had been playing all night and running out of steam.

Paul led me off again, this time back over to the bar, but we headed to the right of it down a short corridor to another side room. This time there were no beds but a swing, and only a couple of guys naked sat on sofas. Andy proceeded to take about five minutes getting me into this swing. It was quite complex. My ankles were lashed around the top of my thighs and my legs were pulled backwards and then my hands were holding onto the straps behind me. My legs couldn’t move anywhere. I only had the use of my hands at this point. Once he’d finished setting it up, Andy started rubbing his finger around my arsehole. Telling me: “You don’t need any lube.” With that he pulled down his shorts, got his cock out and proceeded to slip it inside my hole and start fucking me. With Andy it was always about going deep and he didn’t let up on this swing either. He pounded me for a good four or five minutes before eventually letting me know it was about to shoot his load. In true Andy fashion, about six really deep pushes and firm thrusts and he shot his load inside my already well-used arse. I don’t even think he’d finished coming when he just whipped his cock out, looked at me and said: “Yeah, that swing works fine.” Andy stepped to the side. A couple of people entered the room. There were still the two naked guys on the sofa. And he turned to them and offered me up. Sure enough one of them came straight over, rubbed my now very loose ring, pulled his shorts down in front of him, releasing his cock and slipping inside me. Again this was a well-toned guy, probably in his late 20s or early 30s. He built up a nice steady rhythm, keeping hold of my knees so that I didn’t bounce away from him. He lasted about two minutes before he shot his load inside me, letting me know he was coming in advance similar to how Andy does it. He pumped really deep about six or seven times as his facial expression squinted as he tried to force out every last drop of cum out of his cock. Whilst this guy had been fucking me, Andy had gone off around the club gathering more interest. Sure enough there was almost a queue for me. No one could offer me their cock at my head for a blow job. I was literally just going to be a fuck toy. With that, the next person lined himself up straight inside my already dripping arse. Again fucking me for around about four minutes this time, but without the courtesy of telling me he was coming, he pulled his cock out and started wanking himself off to finish, shooting his load first of all directly at my arse, then covering my cock in it—about four streams of cum shot over me. I brought my hands down from holding myself steady on the straps and started to rub his cum over my cock and massaging my own with it as a lube. As he stepped back, sure enough there was another. This went on for about 15 minutes, maybe longer, just taking it in turns to fuck my arse. There’s another 10 guys went through me, three of which shot their loads over me.

My arse had become so loose that the last three guys, as they were fucking me, you could hear my arse pushing air out, making a farting sound every time they thrust inside me.

With all the guys now finished with me, Andy told me it was time to head home. Getting me out of the swing as I stood up, sure enough more cum just fell out of my arse. We headed back out of the swing room. Andy started saying his goodbyes to his friends as we headed back to the changing rooms. He asked me if I wanted to have a shower before we headed back and I turned it down, just wanting to maintain the moment that I’d just been in. In the changing rooms I put back on the shorts with the butt plug built-in and the vest; however this time the butt plug went in very easily. We said our goodbyes with a few other people. I exchanged numbers with the other Paul who joined me on the bed for a fisting. And headed back to the car. It was a quiet drive back to the house. I just sat there stunned at what I’d gone through, but still feeling really horny. Flicking social media as we drove in silence back to my house.

Once back home and in the house, Andy wanted to know if I wanted to finish off or not, having told me I wasn’t allowed to come all night. I told him I would be fine and not to worry. It’s just what I was used to and if I wanted, I’d finish myself off with a wank. We both went upstairs quite exhausted. Andy went into his room and said good night and I went to the toilet, sitting down and just hearing more cum farts as I did and more cum just drop out of my arse.

I took myself up to bed and went to sleep thinking what an epic night that had been.