Skittles bag

I'm sure there's an unflattering reason why, but I'm generally not attracted to other asians.  And the ones that I am attracted to are usually taller and stockier than me.  As a result, any time I get involved in group play, it's like a Skittles bag.  Taste the rainbow.  A group of guys that vary widely in size, looks, sexual desires, everything.

Grindr's been good to me, though.  My theory is that people usually see the same old people in their neighborhood so they jump on any chance of fresh meat that they can get their hands on.  So I fired it up when I had to stay overnight a couple of towns over for business and I got a few people hitting me up.  One of which was a Mexican guy in his late twenties.  Not latino, but Mexican.  He was visiting on vacation from north central Mexico and I was a bit surprised that he was able to keep up with all my sexual slang.  The problem was, I couldn't host with colleagues nearby and he was vacationing with his friend.  So we ended up finding another guy that just happened to be staying at the same hotel I was and who was able to host the both of us.  I sensed that he wasn't totally attracted to this guy.  Otherwise, he'd just have gone over to that guy and had a session with him one-on-one, right?

So, he asks, "Want to use me with another top and fill both my holes?"
I had two words for him: "Fuck yeah!"

I met him at the lobby and he was a pretty good looking guy.  I forgot that I was older than him until I met him.  He was bright-eyed but shy, a little more hesitant than a guy a few years older who'd be confident about what he wants and just goes for it.  But what struck me the most was how our chit chat in person was so much different than Grindr.  I had to desaturate my speech from local color and paint a pretty boring canvas of pleasantries just for us to understand each other.

Thankfully, we made it to the host's room before it got too uncomfortable.  A distinguished looking guy in his late forties opened the door, smartly dressed for golfing vacation with a lacoste polo tucked into some pressed pants.  The Mexican chap introduced me as "his friend," which immediately told me that this other guy didn't know we were all strangers.  I played along though.  The host turned out to be a really verbal top with a french accent.  I pulled the Mexican boy to me by the belt and felt up his ass before he bent over and nuzzled against Frenchie's crotch.  He was hungry for it and I didn't want to waste time, so after teasing myself just for a moment by reaching into the boy's shorts and feeling his twitching hole, I released him to join the Frenchie.  It was time to get this moving along, so I pulled my shorts down with one hand while pulling down the Frenchies with the other so that both of our cocks sprang free.  He had a good one on him.  Long and thick with a thin layer of foreskin just covering the crown.  I grabbed both of our cocks with my right hand, hard enough to see precum bubbling out of my cock, and then shoved both of them in the boy's mouth.  He wasn't ready for it, but he wanted it.  He struggled to find his balance as I knocked him over a bit when I pushed his head down on it, but I can feel him also trying to open wider to get them both in.  The sight of it all started a torrent of obscenities and demanding instructions from the French guy.

"Yes, pig.  Take it down your cunt lips." Not yeah, but yes.
This was answered with a gurggling choking sounds.
"No teeth.  Yes, you like taking cock?"
More choking sounds.  And I think he was starting to tear up as he struggled.

I was impressed.  I'm not the verbal type.  Done it before, but I've found that I'm always trying to come up with what next to say.  I have five different languages floating in my head and I don't think I can barely come up with the nasty talk in my primary tongue let alone a secondary language.  And he had a decent vocabulary to degrade our bottom kid, peppered with enough direct instruction to let him know his place as a hole for his cock, a tool just to get off.

But our bottom struggled.  He pulled off and gasped for air.  I quickly grabbed his head and shoved him down on my cock.  Just pure Asian dick down his throat.  When I felt the back of his mouth, I adjusted a bit to make my slight curve work and shoved it past and down his throat.  He gagged and his hands flew up to my thights to try to steady himself.  But it wasn't working out.  I knew what I was working with.  A demanding bottom and pig in training.  A guy that loves feeling desireable by having a hard cock dripping with precum wanting to use his holes, but also a guy that hasn't made the leap to doing all it takes to get his top off.  I was a bottom and I know how it is.  There was a point where it didn't matter that I was bent over in a weird, uncomfortable position, but the fact that my top stopped caring about where I was at and all I could see was the frenzied lust of him using my ass was what made my cock lurch and swell harder at the onslaught, where being dominated and knowing my top was loving it was enough to make me cum.  It's a big switch.

He wasn't there yet.

I knew I had to speed things up a bit or else the Mexican bottom boy would tire out.  We got fully undressed, fucked him from both ends, passed him around.  I switched gears a bit and eased up on the kid.  I was the first one to fuck him and eased him into it, fucking him in time with the French guy as he fucked the boy's face.  When we switched, the French guy pummelled his ass, pounded it for a second before the boy pulling off and say "Slow, slow".  After the third time where the boy said it, I decided to end the scene.  I took matters in my own hand and shot a load over the boy.  The other two quickly followed suit while I rubbed my spunk into the boy's chest.  I wanted to mark him and have him leaving smelling of me.

So we had a verbal and aggressive white guy, a latin bottom guy that couldn't quite handle it, and the asian guy that silently directed things.  Quite a mixed bag of people and personalities.  But fast forward a week to this past Wednesday and strangely enough, we get a surprisingly similar group together.

I was on Grindr talking to a guy that self-proclaimed to be "more wild than mild."  He was quite a distinguished looking older guy in his late 40s but still in great shape.  A scruffy Anderson Cooper type.  He and I liked what we saw when we exchanged pics, but the problem was that we're both tops.  He was able to rope in a stocky latin kid on the Scruff app, though.  We set to meet up a t three in the afternoon, but when the time drew near, the latin kid started to fall silent.  We both pretty much wrote it off when I suddenly got an email saying the kid was on his way.  I wrapped up at work, but new I'd be joining them mid-play.  When I got there, the kid was collared, lying with his head dangling off the bed, obviously in the same position that Anderson left him to open the door for me.  He was on a vinyl covered bed.  The guy wasn't joking about being into kink.

The latin kid, I'm not so sure about.  He was full of nervous laughter when I got there.  When I unleashed my hard 7" trapped in some pressed pants, I ask him if he wanted another cock to suck.  He  replied in the affirmative, but blushed and gave me a nervous giggle.  The kinky Anderson was really verbal though.  While the frenchie was filthy mouthed, Anderson was just direct.
"Suck my buddy's cock."
"Swallow it.  Be a good boy and swallow it."
"Tighten up that hole when I fuck you."

And the kid didn't know what to do except giggle and obey.  He was definitely out of his element.
After passing his mouth and ass back and forth, Anderson took out a huge dildo and with a handle at the end.  The thing curved downward under it's own weight.  Over a food long and as thick as young tree trunk.
More nervous giggling.  But the kid took it.

By then, I knew he was already going to be loose, so I looked at Anderson and said, "Let's double fuck him."
Anderson smiled.
The latin kid look horrified.  But I wasn't even looking in his direction.
"How does that work?" and more giggling.

We showed him.  But Anderson got tired of him after awhile and it ended up just stroking and watching with me pounding the latin hole hard and working up a big sweat, taking in the sights as I leaned back a little to watch my curved cock nearly pop out before shoving it back in again.  By the time I was done, the dildo and I left his ass in ruins and gaping wide open.  Anderson was watching and nodded, letting me know he was ready to shoot.  We both let loose over his chest.  He was covered with cum as six or seven volleys of white cream shot over him.  And I don't normally shoot.  To be honest, I don't know if the kid came or not.  We left him on the bed as Anderson and I chatted and got cleaned up.  He came to be used, so I figured I'd complete the experience and make him feel like a piece of tissue that was tossed aside after use.  He must have liked it a bit though, as he paused before he left to turn back and smile at us.

Once again, a verbal white guy, a latin guy that wasn't quite prepared for the aggression, and me just moving things along.  I guess you can't expect it to be perfect.  Sometimes the Skittles bag harmonizes to an explosion of sweet bliss.  And other times you wished you just had a single piece of taffy instead.