Jazz Baby

by Roland Graeme

  “I’m glad you brought Keith along,” Harold said.

  “He was afraid he wouldn’t be welcome.”

  “Are you kidding? The more the gayer,” Harold replied, with a laugh.

  Within minutes, Paul and I had joined in the drinking and pot smoking. I was introduced to half a dozen of the other guests, as they wandered into the kitchen to refresh their drinks, although I’m afraid most of their names didn’t stick in my memory. One of them who did make an impression on me was the bearded number who’d opened the door to us. His name was Phil. He was short and stocky, with a hard, muscular body. Unlike most of the others, he didn’t just shake my hand. He embraced me, pressed his crotch against mine, and gave me a smack on the lips. Not that I minded. He was a hot daddy type who excited me at once, and I began looking forward to the distinct probability of having sex with him before the evening was over.

  I did glance at Paul, to make sure he was keeping his jealous, possessive nature under control.

  But my roommate and fuck buddy seemed relaxed. He smiled at me, encouragingly, and so I let Phil grope me through my clothes at will, which he did so under the pretense of drawing me back toward the living room, to meet some of the others.

  Phil seemed obsessed by the cock nestled in my jeans. He was short enough for his head to rest against my neck when he hugged me.

  “Jesus, baby, do you ever feel good,” he whispered into my ear, as I sipped my appropriately stiff drink. “I bet you’d feel even better naked, though!”

  “I don’t know how these things work,” I admitted. “Sex parties, I mean. There were two naked guys in the bedroom, fucking. But when do the rest of us join in? Are we just supposed to get undressed and start fooling around, or what?”

  “That’s about the size of it,” Phil said, squeezing my cock through my pants again. He checked his wristwatch. “It’s half past ten. Harold will be locking the front door, soon. Then, any latecomers will have to lean on the doorbell until somebody gets around to letting them in. Once the door’s locked, anything goes. Harold doesn’t care what anybody does, as long as we all have a good time. Don’t worry, kid. We’re all friends here.”

  He wasn’t exaggerating. The guests hadn’t exactly been standoffish with one another up to now, but now I noticed that they were getting extremely friendly. I caught several guys staring at me quite lustfully from across the room. Somebody had turned the lights in the living room down very low, and turned up the volume of the music a notch or two, making conversation more difficult.

  A brawny arm came out of the dim, smoke-filled light, and I felt rather than saw a hand under my nose, offering me an open bottle of liquid poppers. I sniffed, cautiously at first, but then again, more deeply, before I handed the vial to Phil. He sniffed too, and we both began to experience the rush together.

  I felt his dick against mine, which was already swelling out into a full hard-on against the front of my jeans. Phil’s hands slid down my back, feeling my torso through my shirt, and then his palms cupped the cheeks of my ass through the seat of my pants. He raised his face and kissed me on the mouth, pushing open my lips with his tongue.

  The guy standing next to us offered me the poppers again. I took the bottle from his hand and held it under my nose again, pinching one nostril shut while I inhaled through the other. As the amyl began to hit me, my head spun, the hot blood pumped more rapidly through my veins, and the room, with its clouds of sweet-smelling, bluish-gray pot smoke, seemed to swirl around me in a sensual fog.

  “Come on,” Phil moaned against my mouth.

  I followed him down the hallway. It was now a bit of an obstacle course, because we had to pass several guys who were standing against the wall kissing, or who were even lying on the floor, making out. At the far end of the hall, the bedroom still seemed to be occupied, judging from the loud moans which emerged through its open doorway.

  Phil and I entered the room. About six or seven men were there in the bedroom, standing around the bed in a semi-circle. All of them were nude. One of these guys, a shortish fellow with a hairstyle consisting of stiff gelled spikes, stepped out of the semi-circle toward the man who was lying on his back, naked, on the bed. He was a big, muscleman type, with a huge, erect cock, which was secured around its base by a studded leather band which made is swollen balls protrude from his groin like two ripe plums.

  The guy with the short hair knelt on the mattress in front of the audience of horny onlookers, grasped the bodybuilder’s hairy, chiseled thighs, and went down on that huge cock, sucking it inside his mouth until his lips touched the thick leather band of the cock and ball harness. All of the other naked men watched intently, some of them feeling their own or another guy’s erection. As Phil guided me farther into the room, a hand on my right reached out, casually but efficiently unbuttoned my fly, and extracted my dick—which was fully, grotesquely, erect.

  “Shit,” I muttered. Staring at the hot blow job taking place on the bed, and the jerking off going on all around it, I stood there passively, letting my anonymous admirer play with my cock.

  “Why don’t you take your clothes off, too?” I heard another guy, on my left, whisper. “The ‘clothes check’ is right over here.” He indicated one wall of the bedroom. There, neatly lined up on the floor in a row, were a number of large brown paper bags, with their tops folded over and secured. They resembled oversized bagged lunches. On top of a nearby chest of drawers, I saw a stack of more of the bags, a marking pen, and a stapler. “Here,” the guy said, handing me one of the bags and the pen.

  I got the idea. You stripped, wrote your name on one of the bags, and stashed your clothes inside it, folding its top over and stapling it closed. It was a simple yet effective way of securing your clothes and other personal items. With the bags right there in plain sight, no one would dare to tear open one belonging to somebody else and rifle through its contents—even if any of the guests had been so inclined. It was obvious to me that they were all here to have sex, not to steal somebody else’s belongings.

  Near me, Phil was already undressing. Following his example, I got naked, fast. I pulled off my shirt, and the guy who’d suggested I strip knelt at my feet to pull off my shoes and help me peel down my tight jeans. I stepped out of them, and he moaned as he ran his hands up my bare legs and over my chest. Then his hot, juicy mouth descended upon my cock, and he played with my tits while he blew me.

  I interrupted the blow job he was giving me only long enough to stash away my clothes. My bag joined the others on the floor. Then I gave my dick back to the cocksucker, who worked on me unselfishly.

  Standing there, nude, and being blown, I lost sight of Phil for the time being. From the bed, though, I heard the quick gasps of a guy coming. I turned my head in that direction, and, in the flickering candlelight, I saw not only the spike-haired dude sucking off the well-hung young bodybuilder, but two other guys sprawled on the mattress right next to them, fucking!

  The guy on his back had his legs straight up in the air, and the stud who was screwing him was already climaxing deep inside his ass, his arms locked around the fuckee’s legs, his back arched and tense with the strain of ejaculation as he pumped his sperm into the other man’s anus. He grunted as he came and then he fell forward, pushing the other guy’s knees up around his head.

  The man who was on his knees in front of me stopped blowing me, stood up quickly, went over to the bed, and motioned me to follow him and join the party.

  I got my first good look at him, now that the candlelight washed over him. He was a big number, with brawny biceps and a thick coat of brown hair on his chest. His hair was cropped close to his scalp, military style—and, sure enough, he had a USMC tattoo on one of those bulging biceps of his. The Marine lay down on the bed beside the other four men, reached over to a bedside table, and dipped his fingers into a large, open jar of Vaseline.

  I went over to the bed, which already looked dangerously overloaded with naked bodies, my dick swaying in front of me like a flagpol
e in the breeze, and I watched as my new acquaintance raised his legs and wantonly massaged the Vaseline into his tight, puckered asshole. He wanted to get fucked, too—and he wanted me to do the fucking!

  I didn’t think twice, but mounted him, grasped his hairy calves, and shoved my dick deep into his ass, reaming it out with my cockshaft. The guy who’d just been screwed beside us sat up, and he helpfully held a bottle of poppers under my nose.

  I flew off again, and I leaned forward on the Marine to grind my cock all the way up his butch ass. He took the poppers, sniffed them gratefully, and he let out a hoarse groan of unadulterated anal pleasure as my prickshaft stretched open his manhole. I began to hump him, sliding my pecker back and forth within the tight clasp of his warm, slippery ass. I fucked that stud silly!

  Somebody was behind me, another man beside the bed on my left. A pair of hands felt my hips and then my ass. I ignored the groping, or rather I welcomed it, and I pushed deeper into the Marine, grabbing him by his waist to force my throbbing hard-on all the way into his anus.

  The pair of hands spread my buttocks wide open behind me, and I felt somebody eating my ass, his hot, wet tongue licking up and down my crack, and then plunging right inside my hole.

  A lithe, naked body suddenly appeared on the bed beside me, and I heard the sound of whacking off. Just as abruptly, there were no fewer than three guys on my right, two of them locked into a tight sixty-nine with their pricks jammed down each other’s throats, and the third man fucking the man whose asshole happened to be within easy reach, on top of the pile

  I leaned my head over, without missing a stroke inside the Marine’s ass, and I stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft of a massive cock which was going in and out of the guy’s mouth right next to me. His penis tasted salty, which got me even hotter.

  A black man crawled between my legs and started sucking me off. At first I didn’t realize it was Harold, but then I felt his shaved head rubbing against my thigh. Furthermore, his cocksucking technique was unmistakable. God, the guy gave great head!

  A pair of legs swung over my head, and I automatically opened my mouth wide to swallow the Marine’s fat, dripping dick. My screwing him had gotten him very excited, and he drooled salty semen into my mouth, against my lapping tongue.

  Somebody pulled my arms back, and I felt a rough-textured tongue passionately licking the hair in my sweaty armpit. I glanced to the side, where I saw Phil squatting on his hands and knees. Another man was shoving his long, greased cock into his ass. Phil squealed with delight, but then he gasped out, “For Christ’s sake, take it easy!”

  I was on the verge of coming in Harold’s mouth. I lifted him off my prick and sat up on my haunches. At least ten or twelve men were on the bed or on the floor around the bed, all of them naked, sucking and fucking in a scene right out of an ancient Roman orgy.

  A chubby number standing next to the bed, watching the action and wildly jacking off, shot a hot wad of cum onto my face. I opened my mouth and caught a taste of it, before the rest hit my shoulder and chest. Somebody’s hands reached around my body from behind and spread the jism over my pecs, rubbing it onto my stiff nipples.

  A young Puerto Rican number with a small, firm, hairless body slithered onto the crowded bed and pulled my legs over his chest. I straddled him and I put my dick against his lips. I felt fingers behind me, searching for my asshole. The Puerto Rican stud stopped sucking me, rolled over onto his stomach, and lifted his ass.

  “Fuck me,” he urged.

  I squirmed down and jammed my cockhead against his hot hole. The fingers behind me found my own asshole and I felt them smearing a glob of Vaseline over the rim of my virgin sphincter!

  I reached back and pushed the hand away, and at the same time I shoved my dick deep into the Puerto Rican guy’s ass. He groaned, and then he yelled something in Spanish. Next, he arched his sensuous, butch ass high, pushing me into a doggy position behind him on the bed. I shoved in hard. The fingers at my own asshole slipped inside it, fucking me. I started to reach back again, but somebody shoved another bottle of poppers under my nose and, after inhaling, I decided that I liked having my asshole finger-fucked.

  My cock was swelling inside the ass of the Puerto Rican, and I leaned down to kiss him on the mouth and suck on his tongue. He twisted his head up to kiss me, and then some obliging guy held the poppers to my nostrils again. The amyl stung me as I breathed its vapors into my lungs.

  Behind me, I felt the sudden pain of a greased dickhead plunging into my virgin ass!

  I squirmed, I yelled, I struggled—but I was starting to come. The cock piercing my butt sank in, deeply, and I felt my entire backside seem to split open around its bulk. I constricted my anal muscles and tried to shit the dick out, but the guy behind me held onto my hips and pushed himself into me to the hilt! This made my own dick thrust itself deep into the Hispanic dude’s ass, of course, and I could feel my cock exploding inside him, spraying his spasmodically excited rectum with hot, wet spurts of cum.

  I yelled again, whether in raw pain or frenzied excitement, I couldn’t tell. My fucker pushed in and out of my body, hard and fast, ripping out my insides (or so it felt). He was a big, powerfully built son of a bitch, and I realized that he was the bodybuilder whom I’d seen getting fucked, a little while before. Turned on by the thought of having that muscle man take me anally, I surrendered my butt to him. He fucked me harder, more rapidly.

  The room spun around me. Somebody shot his cum onto my face. I spat my own hot jets of semen deep into the Puerto Rican’s butt. My anal muscles stopped fighting and instead they squirmed around the big greased prick which was raping me. I began to enjoy it!

  Now I knew why all the guys I’d fucked had gotten off on it so much. Now that I had a cock in my own ass, I couldn’t get enough of it. What a feeling! It hurt a little, but even the discomfort was perversely pleasurable. And the steady, maddening friction which that thick, solid cockshaft exerted upon my taut-stretched, flexing sphincter—there was nothing like it!

  “Shit!” I heard myself squealing. “Aw, shit!”

  The bodybuilder’s tree-trunk thighs were pounding against my buttocks, flattening them. The son of a bitch’s body seemed to be bruising my tender flesh as it impacted against me, again and again. And his dick—! My asshole was stretched around the muscle man’s thick, throbbing cockshaft, which rubbed against my sphincter so fiercely that my raped pucker literally seemed to be on fire. The burn blazed through my anus, and all I was aware of was the fact that I was being fucked. Fucked, and fucked hard and deep!

  “Fuck!” I screamed. “Oh, fuck!”

  “Fuck, yeah!” the musclebound brute who was screwing me echoed me, hoarsely. “Oh, kid, you’ve got a sweet, tight ass! You’re such a nice fuck. I could stay inside your hole forever. But—damn it!—I think I’m going to come!”

  “Come, damn you,” I gasped. “Oh, come in my ass! Let me have your load. God, I can’t take much more of this. You’re tearing me apart. Come, you motherfucker! Come!”

  After a few desperate minutes of nonstop humping, the big guy behind me let out a hoarse shout of orgasmic excitement. He rammed forward, and grabbed me around the waist. I felt his hairy, muscular chest against my back, writhing, slippery-wet with our sweat. I was stretched out flat over the back of the Puerto Rican guy, the last sluggish drops of my jism oozing out of my cock and into his squirming ass.

  The muscle stud whose big cock was stuck up my ass was coming inside me, in the same position, lying on top of my back. As he shot what felt like quarts of warm, creamy fuck fluid into me, he stroked my hair and kissed me wildly on the back of my neck.

  Even as I writhed in anal ecstasy under my anonymous, well-built fucker, I realized that I had successfully passed another erotic milestone. I had gotten my ass fucked!

  After enjoying the bulk of the man’s prick in my asshole for another moment, I squirmed out from under him, also easing my cock out of the Puerto Rican guy.

  “Enjoying the party?
” a familiar voice asked me. I sat up and turned around. Paul, sweating heavily, grinned at me. “So—you’ve been holding out on me, I see. You do like getting your ass fucked, after all. When I am going to get a crack at it?”

  I was speechless with surprise—and with sexual satisfaction. Paul reached over and pulled my face toward him. Surrounded by naked, writhing bodies, we kissed.

  “From now on,” I promised him, “I won’t hold out on you any more. You can fuck me, Paul. Any time!”

  “How about right now?”

  I grinned at him—lewdly, invitingly. “Somebody pass the lube,” I said.

  Chapter Eight: A Long, Hard Ride

  Paul and I were in bed together, again. It seemed, at times, as though we were spending virtually all of our waking hours in the sack!

  “God, you look sexy, lying there naked under me, with that big hard-on,” I heard myself blurting out. I still couldn’t believe that a modest young man such as myself was actually saying such things. Flushing with embarrassment at my own boldness, I squatted over Paul’s groin and caressed the feather-soft hairs surrounding his big brown tits. He looked up at me, smiled, and ran his hands along the outsides of my thighs. He squirmed under the pressure of my weight on him, and he swallowed, hard.

  “Sit on my dick, Keith,” he whispered.

  I pretended not to hear. I leaned over and put my tongue between his lips and sucked in a mouthful of saliva. I went down his chin and then across his cheek to his ear with my tongue, and I tickled his earlobe, trying to rotate the earring set in it.

  “Do you want me to sit on your dick?” I whispered, playfully. “Is that what you just said?”

  “Yeah.” His warm hands went up my sides, caressing, squeezing. He raised his hips in a mute, yearning gesture, asking for my ass, and his big, hard cock rubbed restlessly up against my own cock and balls.