Four moments in a fourway

I first met dwnsouf83 about a year ago in a group session that spreadnaround1 formed. We were in the middle of playing when dwnsouf83 swooped in from nowhere and made my cock throb a little bit harder and go a little bit deeper inside whomever I was plowing at the time. Fast forward a couple of months and we reconnect on twitter and it turns out, coincidentally, his partner has been hitting me up trying to get together as well. Took a bit for me to make the connection that they were a couple. His partner (lbc79ltnguy) and I never quite met, not because the attraction wasn't there (far from and they're a smoking hot pair to be honest) but part of it was scheduling and the larger part was probably us both being shy about what pigs we are. You tend to do a little dance of letting a guy know you're interested but don't quite let on to the fact that you're a whore that likes to plug as many holes as possible. I mean, don't wanna scare a guy away...

The stars aligned and we finally arrange for a night where we're all free to get together and lbc79ltnguy manages to also get a fourth to come. What resulted was an amazing couple of hours where we became a mass of flesh, feeding off of each other's energy yielding some really unique moments, like:

(1)
I'm making out with lbc79ltnguy and feel his stubble scratch at me every time our mouths open to allow our tongues to meet. Mouths oval and locked at complementary angles so that we can devour each other, they move in unison but for some reason I can still feel his five o'clock shadow assertively brush at me as if I'm a passive doll being groomed. Not that I mind. At all. I'm just reminded of his aggressively masculine jawline as the muscles ripple to open and partially close to allow our tongues to undulate in a sensual dance within each others mouths. It's probably the ferocity at which we are making out, floodgates open from the lake of delayed gratification formed from streams of electronic flirtations. The kisses are urgent, fervent, but the passion as our tongues swirled is languid and playful as two children with ample free time. His long limbs wrap around me to draw me in near. Legs encircle. An arm around my back to pull me in close. And I break from the kiss to fully embrace the bristles that attack me, dragging my cheeks across the prickles and work my way down to his neck. He lets out a gasp as my tongue traces the strong muscles that strain when he throws back his head. I move down further to his chest, break for a quick second to look down at him with a glint in my eye and then swoop down to take his left nipple in my mouth. Another long exhale as his limbs, untangled from me in my movements try to reach out and bring me in close again. His right hand finds my left and brings it up to this right nipple and he expertly intertwines our fingers so that we both pinch his right nipple, hard, all while I lap at his left nipple with my tongue. At this, my mouth involuntarily breaks into a smile. I get what he's telling me. His nips are wired and they can take quite a beating. But I resist. The silent information was welcome though. I know not to hold back. So, I take his nip and use my tongue to press it against my upper teeth with steady increasing pressure until I release and let the broad tongue swirl around the nip and press it against his chest to get the blood flow pumping back again. Then a nibble with more pressure and release. Back and forth until I'm outright gnawing on his nip chewing them off and pulling. His body involuntarily quivers. I've found his limit, for now. I give his nip a break and release to massage it with my tongue only to ramp it up again. I get to his limit and push a little further. Again and again I push the line until I've thought he's had enough. When I pull away, he nearly pouts with the sudden diversion. He wants more, but I leave him so that he can enjoy the other men that are fawning over him.

(2)
I'm fucking dwnsouf83 and focusing on him until movements beside us distract us both. lbc79ltnguy is being pounded on all fours next to us. Literally pummeled into the mattress that sends tsunamis that knock me off my own rhythm. lbc79ltnguy's friend looks up for a second and our eyes meet before we both smirk at each other. Just that small gesture makes me realize how unique this is. The four of us are having really connected sex where the attraction flows pretty well in all directions. Through the myriad of ethnicities, age groups, and body size, we all seem to be turned on by one another quite equally which is quite rare when meeting to purely address physical needs and attractions. It's rare when the chemistry is instant and doesn't leave anyone out when you haven't talked to them all to determine compatibility. To validate my suspicions, I lean over and the other top and I swap spit. Well, it's a bit more than that. We make out and it's pretty intense. So much so that the top rips his cock out of lbc79ltnguy so as to not shoot too soon. I don't let him get away with that though. Instead, I withdraw from dwnsouf83 and swoop down to take the top down my throat. We all groan at the same time. Me from all the juices that I'm tasting as I take him down my throat, the top groans from the sudden change in sensation as my throat tries to emulate the ass he just pulled out of, the others from the ferocity of which I suck him down. Pretty soon, I have the top on all fours as I lap at his hole. I'm not sure if he's prepped for it, but I don't care. I start to use the head of my cock to push my drool that has collected around his hole inside him and without any hesitation at all, he backs up and takes me fully inside him. I'm surprised at the turn of events, but it doesn't seem engineered at all. lbc79ltnguy starts sucking the (vers) top as I drill him and dwnsouf83 joins in as well. We're just a mass of limbs entangled onto each other for a moment.

(3)
dwnsouf83 has got me really worked up. I've got him at the edge of the bed, legs up over my shoulders, my rock hard cock shoved in him balls deep and I'm staring at him intently. Eyes trying to pierce him as I fuck my meat into him. He boldly stares right back until I reach up. I was about to feel that buzzed hair that turns me on so much, that feeling of running my fingers over a fresh cut, but instead the palm lands near his collarbone as I lean forward and press my weight onto him and lower myself down for a kiss. We make out for awhile and as I raise myself back again, a long strand of drool connects us, separates, and then hangs above him. He opens his mouth to accept the spittle. To speed up the long drip, I spit it into his open mouth, at which he grins devilishly before opening his mouth wide again. I got the hint. The hand that was at his collarbone moves so that it wraps around his neck and I launch more spit into his open mouth. It sprays his face a little and I use my other hand to rub it over his face a little before using it to squeeze his mouth open in preparation for another round that I launch at him. I shift his left leg off my right should so it hangs off to the side and use the slime that I had scraped off his face to grasp his cock that had waned a little as I pummeled his ass. it doesn't take much to get him hard again. Just a little squeeze from the hand still around his neck, the slick spit lube massaged into his cock, and my cock insistent on fucking the cum out of him. And that's exactly what I did. He shoots long ropes as I deep dick him.

(4)
I'm still inside dwnsouf83 after having managed to fuck the cum out of everyone in the room. I am amazed that he can still take a pounding after cumming. I'm trying to lose my load too, but the finish line is a long ways off. It had come and gone so many times my body has given up any hope of getting to the climax and is content with the attention that it is shown. I'm concentrating hard but I fail. Despite all the trigger points, the smell of cum and sweat and musk, hot guys working every part of me, I just can't cum. With some embarrassment, I waive the white flag and give up, announcing that I'm just not able to finish. My body is at peace with it, more than satisfied from the hours of play, but there's something satisfying about knowing my load is inside someone that makes me painfully acknowledge it's not gonna happen. Not tonight. And as I pull out and back away, my exhausted body literally gives up. Weak-kneed, it takes a second for me to steady myself and I crash on the bed for a few moments to catch my breath.



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