4 comments/ 141029 views/ 27 favorites A 21 Gun Salute Ch. 1 By: BiDad As the daylight broke, I found myself in a hot lust filled dream. A beautiful man was giving my cock an incredible round of servicing. Up and down my hard shaft. And in that dream I suddenly found light pressure against my lips as my faceless lover lightly pressed his dick toward my mouth. The tip glistened with pre-cum and had a familiar and pleasant salty-sweet taste. As I started to awaken from my dream sleep I quickly became aware that it was not a dream at all. My boyfriend, my lover of three years, Nate was positioned over me in an inviting 69 position. I had met Nate at school as an 18 year-old freshman who had just come out to my family and close friends. He, too, was newly "out" and we stuck up a friendship that had grown into a love affair. We became roommates in the second semester and had shared rooms, lives, and a passion for each other ever since. As sophomores we moved off campus and had found a one-bedroom apartment. We shared a king-sized bed and always slept naked together. Nate has a cock that I can only call beautiful. It's thick, cut, and a healthy 7" when erect. Nate keeps his slim body wonderfully toned and totally hairless. Though he's 21 years old, he has the slim hairless body of a 13 year old. He is an incredible turn-on visually and is one of the greatest cocksuckers I've ever met. As I looked up from still half-opened eyes, his fully erect dick was mere millimeters from my face. Coming to my senses, I opened my mouth and welcomed the object of my sexual desire inside. Nate and I then treated one another to beautiful, lustful blow jobs. Because I know Nate so intimately, I sensed his approaching orgasm, and concentrated even harder in pleasuring my svelte lover. Seconds later, the familiar grunt and moan signaled that his load had been dispatched and would soon be filling my mouth. As expected, he filled me with his cream while I milked his cock for every drop of his love potion. Sucking for all I was worth, I felt my own approaching orgasm. And just as that familiar tingling began at the bottom of my balls, Nate pulled off my cock and said, "Hold on, my love, you're going to need that load later." He immediately jumped out our bed and headed for the shower. "That's ONE!" he called from the bathroom. "What do you mean, Sweetheart?" I inquired. "What does ONE mean?" "You'll see," he said as he emerged from the bathroom; the shower running and getting warm. He walked over to the bed, leaned over, and gave me a kiss like only intimate lovers can share. "Happy birthday, Bri. I love you." As we broke our kiss he said, "as soon as you shower, we're out of here. We've got a birthday celebration to end them all." "Really?" I asked. "Who is 'we'?" "You'll find out soon enough," Nate replied as I heard him step into the shower. Laying on the bed awaiting my turn in the shower, I closed my eyes to contemplate the wonderful blow job I had just enjoyed giving to my lover, still tasting the musky sweetness on my lips. I considered by own gratification that had gone unsatisfied. Dreaming of my lover and still savoring his taste, I rested for a few moments waiting for Nate to finish his shower. I must have dozed for a few moments, because I was suddenly brought back to consciousness by a familiar warm, dampness surrounding my still semi-erect cock. I opened my eyes to see our neighbor, Mike, stark naked, kneeling over me and bringing my cock back to life. Standing behind him was his roommate and lover, Scott. Mike and Scott shared the apartment directly across the hall from us. We knew they were gay lovers and Mike and Scott knew that Nate and I were gay lovers. Oftentimes, we'd rent gay pornos on a weekend and the four of us would watch them together. It never failed that the movies always ended with each of us having hot sex on the living room floor with our lover. Up until now, though, Nate nor I had ever had sex with Mike or Scott. Mike was an expert cocksucker along the same vein as my precious Nate. He serviced me and coaxed me toward orgasm, but always stopping just short of allowing me to cum. As the expert blowjob continued, Scott, climbed up on the bed and strattled my face. His semi-erect 7 inch dick, glistening with pre-cum, pulsating just inches from my mouth. As the sexual tension continued to build, I could wait no longer, I hungrily swallowed Scott's gorgeous tool. In a matter of minutes, he poured his hot jism down my throat. What an incredible flavor he offered. I, on the otherhand, was aching to shoot my own load, but the expert who was servicing my meat would not let me go over the edge. As Scott dismounted, Mike stopped sucking and re-positioned himself above my face and offered me HIS 6 inch, thick meat. As Scott went to clean up, Nate emerged from the shower and announced, "That's TWO, birthday boy!" I sucked Mike for all I was worth. Having no mouth on my own cock, I reached down and began jacking myself off, hoping, wanting, and needing to get off. After two or three stokes, someone grabbed my hand and removed it from my dick. "Nope, Brian, you don't get to cum yet. There's too much yet to do," Nate announced. I dutifully kept my hands off my pulsating cock, and continued to fellate my handsome neighbor. Mike as 19, and very slim. He had cleancut, boyish features, and would be regarded as a fem by some. But, to me he was a beautiful young creature. I worked on his chubby, filled with the desire to taste his semen. I licked his balls and the underside of his fat dick. "Brian, I'm gonna cum!" he shouted. "I'm cumming. I'm cummmmmmminnnnnnggggg!" That skinny young lad shot a load in my mouth like none other I'd ever had. He came in spurts, some of which ran down the side of my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all. As he dismounted, Mike bent down and gave me a soft, wonderful kiss. He swept his tongue across my lips, trying to taste his own juices. He licked the side of my mouth and my cheeks, licking up every drop of jism that I had not been able to keep in my mouth. What a turn-on it was to watch and feel this gorgeous man eat his own cum. "That's THREE!" cried Nate. "Now get yourself out of bed and jump in the shower. We've all taken off work and we're gonna have a huge day today.!" "One more thing, Bri. Don't even think of cumming just yet. You'll need that load later. "Jesus," I thought to myself. I was on the verge of cumming without even touching myself. I was about to bust. But, at the same time, I knew that if I did what my friend and lover Nate asked me to do, I would be justly rewarded sooner or later. I must have set a record for a quick shower. I was in and out in about three minutes. I quickly dressed and prepared to leave. As we were getting ready to walk out the door, the apartment's doorbell rang. I opened the door and was greeted by Damon. Damon was my best friend from junior high and high school. We had virtually grown up together. Damon was a hot dude and always had a cheerleader or other gorgeous girl for a girlfriend. Damon was a football player, basketball player, and musician in the school's band. He had always been popular with both the girls and guys. Damon is a true friend. During the times that I was struggling to find my sexual identity, Damon was there for me. When I was starting to deal with the possibility of discovering my homosexuality, Damon just listened to me. He never put me down, and he never was repulsed when I shared my feelings with him. Though he was as straight as an arrow, Damon was the best friend a gay guy could ever have. He is always interested in me and my love life. My being gay is just as normal to Damon as being straight is to him. "Happy Birthday, Bri!" Damon proclaimed as he walked in the door. He came forward and gave me a friendly hug. "I'm your chauffeur today for your birthday trip." "Well, then let's haul ass!" announced Nate. He kissed me on the lips, grabbed my hand and led our troupe out the door to Damon's van. "Let the festivities begin!" proclaimed Damon as he pointed the large conversion van toward the interstate. In a matter of minutes, we had come to Interstate 64 and started motoring east towards Mt. Vernon. A few miles past the Scott AFB exit, we pulled off at the Mid-America Airport exit, turned left, and then turned left again and got back on the interstate heading back towards St. Louis. Moments later, we pulled off at a rest stop. We pulled to a stop and Nate jumped out. "I gotta go to the bathroom. Anyone else need to go?" "Hell, no, Nate!" I replied. "We just left the apartment 10 minutes ago!" Damon's conversion van was a full sized model with two captain's chairs behind the driver and passenger and a bench seat across the back. It was plush, comfortable and extremely roomy. One could easily sleep in the van if forced to on a long trip. Three or four minutes passed before the side door came open and Nate stood at the opening. "Look what I found for you, birthday boy!" Nate stated proudly. Standing beside him was a handsome fellow in his mid-twenties. Sandy blond hair, medium build, wire-rimmed glasses, white t-shirt and lightweight khaki shorts set off this 5'9" young gent. He was well tanned and had a blue bandana tied around his neck. "This is Jordan, Brian," announced Nate. "He has something for you." At this, fair-haired Jordan climbed into the van and joined me on the back bench. Sitting down next to me, he immediately leaned forward and kissed me firmly on the lips while taking his right hand and reaching for my crotch. With his left hand, he expertly unzipped his pants and a seven inch uncut cock sprung forth. I love foreskins, and this one was extra special, for on the underside of his cock, just below the head, his foreskin was pierced and held a ½ inch gold hoop. What a sexy site it was. We broke the kiss and I reached toward this beautiful piece of manhood while Jordan continued to fish for my own penis, which was growing hard for the fourth time in this young day. "Maybe they'll let me cum this time," I thought to myself. Jordan stood up in the van as best he could. Still in much of a crouch, he took his bulging and pulsing cock into his hands and held it before me. I inhaled to experience the musky aroma. My mouth watered with anticipation as I looked at the beautiful dick before me, bouncing with every beat of Jordan's pulse. Throwing all caution to the wind, I threw myself forward and took his entire cock, hoop ring and all, into my mouth and down my throat. I was completely overcome with lust as my appetite for cock became uncontrollable. I suddenly found myself a cock crazed animal. All I could think about was having cock, cock and more cock. I had to have Jordan and I had to taste his spooge oozing down my throat. Nothing else mattered. I gave the blowjob of my life as I teased him, licking his shaft, taking his balls into my mouth, and licking the sensitive underside of his manhood. Soon a drop of pre-cum appeared on the tip of Jordan's dick. My pointed tongue immediately targeted the slit and I orally milked every molecule of pre-cum from his dick that I possibly could. It was sweet, and oh so delicious. I had to have more. At this particular moment, my own sexual gratification and pending orgasm was put on hold. My sole purpose for my next breath was to entice a hot load of spunk out of this hot little man's throbbing boner. After a few moments passed, my efforts were rewarded as Jordan offered up his protein-laced gift. My lips formed a seal around his meat so that not a single drop would be lost. The taste of his cum was unlike the sweet pre-cum. It was saltier, and a bit on the tart side, but all in all, still a meal fit for a king. I held Jordan in my mouth until his cock started to shrivel. After replacing his dick in his shorts, this young stud leaned forward and gave me a long, and very enjoyable kiss. "Happy birthday, lover boy. That's FOUR!" And just like that, he was gone. "What is this, some kind of countdown?" I asked. "As a matter of fact, it is" replied my straight buddy Damon. "We're giving you a '21 Gun Salute' to celebrate your 21st birthday. The fourth gun just fired!" The van full of four other men, all friends and loved ones, erupted in laughter. "Oh, my, what a gift!" was all I could say. "Twenty-one cocks? All in one day?" "Yes, sir!" answered Damon. Though he was straight as an arrow, I loved this man because he was so open minded with my gay lifestyle. How supportive could a friend possibly be? The van continued to be filled with laughter, which was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the sliding door. We had been so busy conversing and enjoying one another's company that we did not see the guy walk up. He was a young, tall, African-American fellow. Somewhere between 18 and 22 years old, I would've guessed. Dressed in a baggy white FUBU undershirt, a single gold chain around his neck, a clean, white sweatband around his head and some low-riding baggy shorts were set off by black, high-tech tennis shoes. Mike lowered the window. "Hey, man. I hear a man can get his dick sucked in here. Any truth to that?" Still in my cock starved state, my single response was, "You better believe it. Get in here in the back!" Without hesitation, the door slid open and the young, chocolate colored Adonis stepped in. "I don't have time for small talk or chit-chat," I heard myself saying. "Just get in here and feed me that ebony cock of yours!" The low-riding shorts came down easy, as did the silk boxers. True to my wildest expectation, the young stud was packing about 9 inches of brown love tool. I dove for the object of my current lust and commenced to deep throat the whole thing. Men have often commented on my cocksucking prowess, and this was no different. Sounds of pleasure escaped the lips of this beautiful ebony god. The mere size of his dick would have been intimidating under normal circumstances, but my animalistic need to feast on cocks of any size or shape threw all inhibitions out the window. Nothing at the time could possibly compare to the feel of his cock sliding between my lips and down my throat. Occasionally I would remove his cock from my mouth and lick, nibble and kiss the underside of his shaft. I would gently take his scrotum in my teeth and seek to take one of his massive balls into my mouth. He enjoyed the service I was so happily providing him, but my animal instincts mandated that I have that gorgeous chunk of meet stuffed in my mouth. My sheer drive to receive his seed caused me to provide this young brown cock an expert oral servicing. In no time, his moaning, his breathing, and his thrusting motion let me know that he was about to shoot his hot load. A short, masculine scream was the only prelude to the sticky load that erupted from his gun. It's taste was delightfully delicious. After two bursts of his wonderful ejaculation, my black lover of the moment hastily pulled his still hard cock from my mouth, stuffed in back into his pants and quickly turned to leave. His only words were, "That's FIVE, motherfucker." And he was gone. I was left in another terrible state. It was just a bit past 9:00 in the morning. I had sucked five gorgeously different cocks and was carrying five loads of semen in my stomach. And yet, my own crescendoed sexual tension had gone unsatisfied. I had to cum. Soon. A few minutes to clean up and tidy up and our van was soon cruising westward back towards St. Louis. Moments later, the van slowed down and we pulled of Highway 159 and up to the giant shopping mall. Because it was not yet 10:00 a.m. there were just a handful of cars in the expansive parking lot. We pulled up to the north side of the mall. Scott led us from the van to a side door that was apparently a back entrance to one of the hundreds of shops. "What is this guy up to?" I thought to myself. "Time for your first birthday gift, Brian. This one comes with love from Mike and me." Scott knocked on the door and a moment later it opened. "Hi, Mike. We've been expecting you," said the twenty-something greeter. He welcomed Mike with a hug and a kiss on the lips. He greeted everyone else with a handshake, a hand on the shoulders and a "Welcome, please do come in." He finally turned to me and said, "And this must be the guest of honor. Hi, I'm Ryan. I'm the store manager. Your friends have arranged this private shopping experience prior to our opening just for you. I hope you enjoy yourself." I was led in and discovered that we had come into the back room of one of the hippest and trendiest men's fashion shops in the entire city. Cutting edge and extreme fashion surrounded us on the walls and the many floor racks. I was led to the center of the store that contained several large easy chairs and a bank of mirrors. Just behind were a series of several dressing rooms. "Mike and I are getting you some new threads for your birthday. You try them on. We'll pick them out, and pay for them, and you enjoy them," announced Scott. Ryan, the store manager, was joined by another employee. "Brian, this is Mitch. He'll be assisting me in measuring you and selecting your fashions today. Now, Brian, won't you please stand and let's get you fixed up." I stood before the two clothiers. Ryan and Mitch both held tape measures. They promptly went to work and started measuring and recording my waist, inseam, sleeve length, neck size, chest, and so forth. "Okay, Brian, now we need you to remove all your clothes so we can fit you in your first outfit." I willingly obliged the hunky salesman. He was cute, bleached-blonde, slim, and talked with a slight lisp. I then learned that the lisp was caused by a huge stud that had been inserted into his pierced tongue. Upon a closer look, I also learned that Ryan was pierced in the eyebrow and both ears held multiple piercings. It was indeed a sexy site. I stripped down to my socks and underwear and waited for Ryan and Mitch to emerge from the backroom. Only Ryan returned, and upon seeing me he repeated, "Brian, I asked you to remove all your clothes. I did mean all of them, please, sir." Hell, by this time of the day, my friends had either been orally serviced by me or had watched me suck sufficient cock. All inhibitions were gone. I removed by Calvin Klein briefs and socks and stood before my four friends and lovers and Ryan. Ryan saw me in all of my naked glory and stopped for a moment just to look me over. "My, oh my. You are a cute one, Brian." He reached up and tweaked one of my nipples. Mitch then emerged from the back room. He was carrying a white knit shirt with red stripes and some black leather pants. Oh yes. And he was totally naked as he delivered the first ensemble. His cock was hard and standing out, almost parallel to the ground. He wasn't as big as any of the other dicks I'd seen today, but his body was completely shorn of hair. He had no pubes, and the site of his hairless body was a turn on. "Let's try that shirt," announced Ryan. I reached out to accept the shirt in order to put it on, but Ryan insisted that he dress me himself. I held my arms outward and upward and he slipped the shirt onto my arms. This was exquisite cotton material that felt soft and airy. As he pulled the shirt down and had it covering my head, he stopped for just a second. During that second, I felt lips surround themselves around my exposed cock. As Ryan finished pulling the shirt into place I looked down to see Mitch fellating my pounding dick. It was obvious that he knew what he was doing and enjoyed what he was doing. The shirt fit tight and accentuated my torso, showing off my tight stomach and broad shoulders. As good as the shirt felt, it was nothing compared to the ecstatic sensation of the tight lipped cock sucker paying homage to my dick. I stood, weak legged, and eyes closed savoring the complete feeling of total pleasure. Orgasm was just seconds away. A 21 Gun Salute Ch. 1 Suddenly Mitch stopped and inched away from my throbbing meat. He remained in a kneeling position and started to jerk his own cock and masturbate before me. Without a word, Ryan stepped before me with a pair of soft leather pants, offering them for me to step into. I lifted the right leg and then the left and stepped into the ultra soft calf skin slacks. He pulled them up over my thighs and around my waist. Before fastening them, Ryan informed me that, "these are party pant, Brian. You see they have a double zipper. This allow you to keep the waist band fastened and yet unzip, and have your cock out and remain so without discomfort. You'll love that feature. In fact. Let us demonstrate how they work." Ryan fumbled with the twin zippers for a moment and then pulled the buttery leather pants the rest of the way up and secured the waist band. With the double zipper open, the pants lived up to Ryan's description. My pants were in position, and my pulsating cock was comfortably exposed. Mitch crawled back over and resumed his task where he had left off a few minutes ago. He swallowed my dick down his throat. He gently pushed me back and into one of the big easy chairs. I leaned back into the chair and allowed myself to be treated to a fantastic blowjob. As I slunk back into the oversized chair, Ryan quickly disrobed and climbed onto the arms of the chair facing me. He offered his gorgeous 7 inch cock to my hungry mouth. Now animal lust took complete control of my body. A talented mouth sucked on my pulsating member while I provided simultaneous service to Ryan's incredible penis. In just a couple of minutes, Ryan let out a manly groan and spilled his load onto my tongue. I felt its' heat run down my throat. What a great throat soother this stuff is! Mitch continued working on me and orgasm again approached. Ryan then removed his softening dick from my mouth and got down off the chair. He and Mitch then traded places. Ryan knelt before me and Mitch mounted the chair's arms, grabbed his dick in his right hand and shook it before my face. I opened wide and received his hairless heater. Ryan's pierced tongue was amazing. He worked that studded tongue up and down my shaft. When he took my dickhead into his mouth, the stud tickled the underside of my cock just beneath the head. What a sensation. Meanwhile, Mitch was thrusting in unision with the bobbing of my head. "God, guys. Please let me cum this time. I'm gonna explode!" was all I could say. "Okay," answered Nate. That was all I needed. With the permission of my lover, I felt a physical, emotional, and mental release like I never before had experienced. Every nerve in my body was completely sensitive to what was happening. The combination of Mitch's shaved dick in my mouth and Ryan's pierced tongue working my own dick finally put me over the edge. As Mitch began pouring his load into my mouth, I finally released my own and ejaculated into the back of Ryan's throat. It was perhaps the most intense orgasm I had ever felt. Thanks to good advanced planning, Ryan and Mitch had plenty of things on hand to help us clean up after our love session. With only minutes until the store was to open, my two newest lovers scurried around the store and put together three other ensembles for me. I kept the hot shirt and double-zippered leather pants on for our next stop. They helped me to accessorize the outfit with a studded leather choker and matching leather bracelets. They also set me up with the proper shoes and socks. No underwear, though. "Underwear is not allowed in this store," Ryan informed. As the other items were wrapped and the bill paid, Ryan and Mitch stepped forward. They each held a gift-wrapped box. "Happy birthday, Brian. Here's a little something from me. Now don't be a stranger." He handed me the box and gave me a sexy, tonsil tickling kiss. Mitch stepped forward. "This is the pants to match what Ryan gave you. Happy birthday, Brian." Followed by another incredible kiss. As we prepared to step out of the back door of the store, everyone exchanged hand-shakes, hugs and some kisses. As I turned to leave, Mitch stepped forth and said, "That's SIX." Ryan leaned forward and whispered to me, "That's SEVEN." "Let's do it again soon." A 21 Gun Salute Ch. 2 OH MY GOD!! 10 o'clock in the morning and I've had more sex than any one man could possibly handle. How wrong that thought turned out to be. We weren't even one-third of the way toward our goal. What a mixed bag of emotions. I was physically spent and energized at the same time. Spent from the incredible session I'd just had, yet energized with the fantasy typed thoughts of what was ahead for the rest of the day. Back into the van, we pulled out of the shopping center and headed north on 159. I assumed we would get back onto the interstate and head toward the city. However, we stayed on 159 and headed north toward Collinsville. It had been a few years since I had been on this old highway, so the sights weren't familiar to me. We had gone perhaps 6 or 7 miles when we turned off into a small strip center. The van stopped in front of an exotic piercing studio. "Time for your next gift. This is from all of us, " announced Nate. The five of us filed into the small and surprisingly clean establishment. We were greeted by a beautiful, but some what hard-edged woman who appeared to be in her late 30's or early 40's. "Hello, boys. I've been expecting you. Is this the birthday boy?" she asked pointing to me. "Yes, ma'am," Damon answered. "We're here for what we discussed." "Then follow me." She led us into a room just behind the tastefully decorated waiting area. I had always enjoyed piercings on male lovers. I had even talked about getting some body parts of my own pierced, but always chickened out. This was exciting and scary at the same time. "So, we do the nipples, right?" she asked. The reply was unanimously affirmative from my friends. I was asked to remove my shirt and to set back in the chair over against the wall. As preparations were made, releases signed, and the process was made ready, I began to grow nervous. "Don't be nervous," said the lovely proprietor. "I've got ways to help you relax." With that, she unbuttoned her shirt to reveal a pair of incredible braless tits. "These clothes are unsanitary," she announced. "And we must have sanitary conditions!" She removed her short skirt. She had her back to me as she removed her thong panties. She turned to face me and revealed a fully erect 6 inch dick. "A tranny!" I cried out. "Oh my god!" She, or he, stepped forward and offered her, I mean, his cock to me. This was the most incredible fantasy I had ever had. I had always wanted to make it with a transsexual. Again, I opened my mouth and took her, I mean his, dick into my throat. Though this cock was totally masculine, this creature was feminine in every other way. Soft skin, perfumed and powdered. She was ravishing. Yet, she was still part man as she thrusted her cock in and out. The scene was so hot for both of us that her orgasm was quick in coming. Imagine taking a scorching load of jism from such a beautiful woman. My ultimate fantasy. After quickly cleaning up, and feeling much more relaxed, I hardly felt the intense, but brief, pain from the piercing tool. Both nipples were pierced and fitted with small bars. "After you wear these for a few weeks, you can move into larger appliances. I'll be happy to keep you fitted with whatever you need. And one more thing. That's EIGHT," the beautiful dicked chick announced as we prepared to leave. This was a most bizarre and sexually charged half hour that any man could ever experience. The guys paid for the piercing services. We piled back into the van and headed south, back down 159. We came to the interstate and turned westward, heading toward St. Louis. "Lunchtime!" announced Damon as we motored across the Poplar Street Bridge and caught Westbound Interstate 70. Twenty minutes or so later we exited the highway and into an older section of the burbs that I had never before visited. We pulled into a non-descript white clapboard building with a half-dozen cars parked in front. Scott led our party in to the establishment. Much to my surprise we had walked into a gay bar / café. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I noticed several couples, both male and female engaging in conversation or eating lunch. Looking toward the rear of the building I noticed a female couple in a red vinyl seated booth. A red-haired girl in her early twenties knelt in front of the booth, her head buried between the legs of her companion. Sitting in the booth, with her long tanned legs spread widely apart and sticking into the café's walkway, was an equally beautifully brunette. She was definitely enjoying getting her pussy eaten by the gorgeous red head. The five of us stood mesmerized taking in the site of these two beautiful women engaged in their openly public exhibition of lesbian sex. The two lady lovers were completely unaware of the fact that they were being watched by so many. I doubt that even if they had become aware of an audience that they would have changed anything. We found a table very close to the female exhibitionists. I was fixated on the show before us. Soon the girls changed positions. The redhead took a seat and her dark haired lover pulled up the redhead's skirt to reveal a pantyless shaven cunt, glistening in its moistened excitement. The redhead looked at our table, winked, smiled, and then lost herself in her personal pleasure as her raven haired girlfriend feasted on her gaping pussy. Moments later my focus on these two ravishing beauties was broken by the sound of male pleasure coming from our left. We all looked over to see two men, obviously professional, who had met up for a luncheon date. Both men had on dress shirts and ties, but had stripped of their shoes, socks, and trousers. A large built man with salt and pepper hair in his mid-40's was fucking his lunch date right in the middle of the floor. Another incredible site was taking place before us. As each minute passed and the noon hour approached, the place continued to fill. Singles would come in and meet a friend/lover. Couples would come in and cozy up in one of the several semi-private booths that made up the perimeter of the entire building. Even a few single men and women would come in and sit alone, just to watch the noon time entertainment. One man, in a brown uniform of a UPS delivery man sat alone at a table and jerked himself off while watching two other beautiful lesbians locked in a hot 69. The atmosphere in this place was pure eye candy. Sex was going on in every corner of this establishment. After several minutes of enjoying the various performances being staged all around us, we were interrupted by a blonde Adonis who introduced himself as our waiter. He wore skin tight, faded jeans, with rips and tears is just the right places. The various holes sending the message that there was nothing under those jeans except a cock that needed to be sucked. I couldn't even remember his name. He went around the table and took our drink orders. After ordering a bourbon on the rocks, he asked if I was the birthday boy. Upon learning that I was, he stated that all my drinks and lunch were on the house. "We also have another special for our birthday boy patrons!" I could only imagine by this time! Our drinks were delivered without delay. A second round of drinks quickly followed. At the delivery of the third round, our waiter came to take our food order. We all had decided on one of the several sandwiches from their menu. But, the shocker was that when he came to take the food order, our waiter had stripped down to nothing but a jockstrap. He was a beautiful man in every sense of the word. And if that jockstrap wasn't stuffed with a pair of socks, this man was incredibly hung. After turning in our food order, our lovely waiter returned. "Now for the first part of your birthday special!" He stepped to the side of our booth and emerged with a folding chair. "Sit here, Mr. Birthday Boy!" he instructed. I did as I was ordered. The chair was placed about five feet out, facing our eight person corner booth. The house music stopped and immediately a hot, grinding dance tune came over the stereo system. Our handsome waiter proceeded to give me a lap dance like no other. Bumping, grinding, blowing into my ear, rubbing himself up and down my body. He used his nose to nuzzle my crotch. I felt that nose through my leather pants. Shots of pleasure coursed through my veins. Suddenly as the song came to an end, our bawdy waiter dropped his jock to reveal a massive hard-on. Nine inches or more of pure white meat. Within seconds, I had the head of that giant piece of meat in my mouth as I strained to take more and more of him. I'd never had a cock of such stature, but I was determined to have all of it or choke trying. Little by little I relaxed my throat and took more of him. After just a few minutes, my nose was being tickled by his curly pubic hair, signifying that I had accomplished the task of taking nine inches of man meat. The lust and animal passion that I had experienced a couple of times already today returned. At that moment, nothing was more vital than having that cock exactly where it was, and tasting his forthcoming shower of cum. I had to work hard to accommodate that massive slab of meat. But, my efforts paid off. Shortly, I was treated to still another eruption of hot cum. All this cum in just a half day. How could I even be hungry right now? My beautiful waiter pulled his still semi-hard tool from my mouth. He leaned over, gave me a sweet kiss and thanked me for the excellent blowjob. "Oh, by the way, sir, that's NINE!" "And now," our waiter announced, "allow us to return the favor! Many happy returns, kind sir!" With that, four nude, hunky men filed out from the kitchen. One more gorgeous than the next. All were similar in height, weight, and body shape, and each sported a very nice erection. "This, sir is our appetizer tray. Please select the one you find most appealing." I looked each one of them over as they stood before our table. During my examination, two nude women wheeled out a bed from the same back room. They stopped behind the line of four hunks, and prepared the bed for use. As I continued to survey the buffet of cock before my eyes, the two lovely lasses engaged one another in an awesome kiss. Each reached down and began to finger the other's pussy. The site was totally unbelievable. This couldn't really be happening. Among the four young studs, I selected an incredibly handsome Asian fellow. A clean shaven man of about 6 feet, 160 pounds. Not a single blemish could be seen on his smooth, yellow skin. His pubic patch had been trimmed into a small black triangle just above his dick. His erection translated into seven inches of a very thin, and so inviting, manhood. The other three men wished me a happy birthday and filed out of the dining room and back into the kitchen area. My pick then stepped forward, took me by the hand and led me toward the bed. We stood in front of the bed, and just before our appreciative audience of Nate, Mike, Scott, and Damon. In a single move, the nameless Asian removed my new shirt. He tossed it aside to another waiter who folded it nicely and placed it on a nearby table. My latest partner then removed my shoes and expertly dropped and removed my leather pants. My cock sprung to attention. The gorgeous Asian man then sat on the side of the bed and pulled me closer to him. He took my cock into his mouth. For several minutes he gave me unforgettable oral pleasure. He then extracted my dick from his mouth and turned me around. He then began to snake his tongue toward my ass. Unable to reach the target with me standing, he moved me to the bed and asked me to get on my hands and knees. Immediately, I felt his hands spread the cheeks of my ass followed by the moistness of his tongue probing my anus. "Relax, darling," he commanded. I did, and soon felt his tongue probing as deep as it possibly could. His right hand also leaned forward and started to slowly stroke my hard piston. Momentarily, I felt a finger beginning to inch its way into my puckering asshole. I love to be fucked, and his finger brought forth that wonderful sensation as he slowly massaged my prostate. Soon, as second finger entered me, followed by a third. Suddenly he removed all three fingers and quickly replaced them with his condom covered cock. The fucking was incredible and continued for several minutes. Then, that familiar stirring in my scrotum told me that I was going to cum very soon. As my orgasm approached, the sweet Asian pulled out of me and turned me over. We migrated into a 69 and orally pleasured one another. The drinks, the visual setting, the sweet tasting cock in my mouth and the expert attention of this fine Oriental man soon brought me to my second mind-shattering orgasm of the day. Just as I erupted into his talented mouth, he moaned, said something that was inaudible, and gave me a load of his sweet and salty cum. 'Totally amazing' were the only words that came to me. And the only words that came from my sex partner was "That's TEN!" We cleaned one another off and our food was delivered immediately. As we sat to enjoy our lunch, we were treated to another incredible show. The two lovely women who had brought the bed out earlier returned to the dining area, sat down side by side on that same bed's edge, and began to engage in a session of lesbian love just for our viewing pleasure. What a way to enjoy an excellent lunch. As we finished our glorious lunch, the sexually stimulating atmosphere had finally taken its effect on my three gay friends. Mike and Scott started by kissing one another. Their kissing quickly moved into some very heavy petting and feeling up of one another. Soon, each of them had their cocks out of their pants. Though we sat in a booth big enough for eight people, there just wasn't room enough for three guys to sit while two other guys had hot sex. While our straight friend Damon sat and watched the site going on before him, Nate and I slid out of our seats, which opened the way for Mike and Scott to get out of the booth and go find a place to have sex. They disappeared. Suddenly, Nate turned to me and asked me about how I was enjoying my birthday so far. "I love you, Bri," was all he said. He reached out and cradled my head in his hands, and leaned forward and gave me a tender and loving kiss. God, I love this man. He is all I want in this life. He broke our intimate kiss and kneeled down before me to give me a blowjob. It was just past noon and I had already had two mind-blowing orgasms. I didn't know if I could have another so soon. Nate sat on the floor before me as I sat at the edge of the corner booth. As Nate continued his loving expert service, a stranger stepped forward. Without a word, the man walked up, stood with a leg on either side of Nate, and displayed his erect cock just inches from me. "I couldn't help but enjoy the show that has been going on over here by your table. I am so turned on. Would you like to suck my cock?" My answer to him was non-verbal in nature. I leaned forward and took his 6 inch, uncircumcised cock into my mouth. It had a sensual smell of musk, which is a total turn-on to me. I felt Nate's mouth around my dick, and my own lips around this stranger's dick. Again, the heat of the moment created an animal like starvation in my soul. I had to have his pretty cock, and I had to have his load as my creamy dessert. All too soon my needs were satisfied. Almost by surprise, I felt my own orgasm come on quickly and without warning. It's okay, Nate loves to swallow my loads, just as I do his. And nearly simultaneously, this stranger poured his ejaculate into my hungry mouth. It was an unbelievable way to top off a most excellent lunch experience. The stranger offered his thanks and walked away. I looked down at my lover and we stared lovingly into each other's eyes. We were not only great sex partners, we truly loved one another with all our hearts. I never felt closer to the man I loved than at this very moment. He was part of the most incredible fantasy I had ever experienced. "I love you, Nate," I said as I pulled him up into an intimate kiss. I tasted my own semen still on his lips and breath. I looked over at Damon. He seemed very content and simply smiled back at me. I did notice earlier that Damon was especially interested when the two lovely lesbians performed for us. That indeed turned him on. I couldn't believe how well Damon was taking this day-long queer orgy. "Hey, Bri," Damon called out. "I think that was ELEVEN." He just smiled. Nate was my lover for life, but Damon was undoubtedly my oldest and best friend. Nate is incredible. Lunch ended with our departure from this unbelievable club. We motored eastward on Interstate 70 back towards the downtown area. We continued down the riverfront area passing the Dome, the Old Cathedral, the site of Busch Stadium, and the mighty Arch. We drove back onto the Poplar Street Bridge and was headed back to Illinois. Moments into East St. Louis, we took an exit and found ourselves heading north toward Brooklyn. Now Brooklyn is the home to sex clubs, arcades, and porno shops. For someone who loves cock as much as I do, this place is a fantasy land. I was quickly whisked out of the van and nearly carried into one of the arcades by my four hosts. Inside the building I was promptly escorted to one of the large booths to the left of the front door. Damon stood before the screen and immediately put $30 or $40 worth of dollar bills into the machine. That would be good for quite a long time. He selected a sexy gay porno, smiled to me and stepped out of the booth. Not much over a minute passed before my door opened. In the doorway stood a handsome fellow who appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties, about my age or a bit younger. I looked at him and nodded, which was his cue that he was welcome. He remained standing and promptly unzipped his pants and offered his semi-hard dick to me. It was an average cock, not too big and not too small. It had a pleasant smell of baby powder or some kind of fresh scented talc. The culture of this facility didn't call for any foreplay or even conversation. Every man in the place was there for the explicit purpose to be on the giving or receiving end of a blowjob. Because of the mood of this place, and the visual stimulation of the hardcore gay porno playing in my booth, it didn't take long for the nameless owner of this fresh scented cock to cum. His load was not large, indicating that this wasn't his first orgasm of the day. But his load was tasty. Like fine wines from various vintners, each load of semen that I had enjoyed so far on this glorious day was unique and a vintage all its own. The stranger muttered a simple, 'thanks' and disappeared. I continued to sit and leaned back against the wall to relax for a few moments. The porno continued and quite naturally, my hand navigated itself toward my leather encased dick. I was having the time of my life. Just then, there was a slight knock on the door to my booth, and a quiet voice, "That's an even DOZEN!" I smiled. Here I was on this early March afternoon, sitting in a booth in a porno arcade with a belly full of twelve loads of male cum. My smile grew bigger. My thoughts were interrupted by a slight knock on the door. It opened slightly and I saw a gentleman, perhaps in his late 40's or early 50's. He was thin, had on very nice clothes, shoes and a fine watch. He was obviously a business man of some sort out of the office for the afternoon. His reason for being here didn't matter to me. What did matter was that he was clean, clean-cut, obviously well to do, and extremely handsome. "Your friend outside told me to tell you to take your clothes off so you don't ruin them." I quickly undressed and handed my clothes out the door to Damon. I hadn't seen Nate, Mike or Scott since we had arrived at the arcade. My only assumption was that they were in another part of the building either sucking some cock or getting their own dicks sucked. I, however, was on a private adventure of my own. Now I sat in this booth without a stitch of clothing, and this handsome older guy standing before me. A 21 Gun Salute Ch. 2 Before he could get his cock out for me to suck, the door opened again. Another 40 something guy, also well dressed and well kept waited for my nod to enter. Behind him followed a very young fellow. He appeared to be far too young to be in a place like this. He looked to be 15 or 16 years old. But, the place cards and keeps minors out. So, if he was in here, I only could assume that he was legal. He looked like a boy though. What a turn! Even with three hunky guys standing before my naked ass the booth was not terribly cramped. There was plenty of room for each of them to stand. And, as each one did so, they pulled out their dicks for me to see. What a variety. The first visitor had a cut cock of about 7 inches or so. The second older guy produced a shorter, but much fatter dick, maybe 5 to 6 inches in length. But, the real surprise came from the young kid who dropped his pants to show me a whopping 9 inch piece of meat. His cock was curved slightly upward, reminding me of a sausage on a barbecue grill after it curves when cooked. Each one began to jerk himself off. I was no longer leaning against the back wall, but was sitting forward, each cock just a few inches from my face. Very few words were uttered. Each man just continued to jack off, the pace getting more frantic with each passing minute. Two or three minutes into this visual feast, the second older guy with the chubby cock was nearing climax. I leaned forward and took his fat dick into my mouth. That was all the stimuli he needed as he shot a fairly good sized load into my mouth. Before I could complete the clean up job of milking the last drops, the other older guy was nearing completion. I promptly shoved his lance into my mouth and tried to keep my bobbing head at the same pace as his pumping hand. The fury of both hand and mouth enticed this fellow to shoot his load down my throat. Because the giant cocked younger dude had so much more staying power, I was allowed to complete my clean up of the handsome business man. Then, just as I milked the least drop of cum from him, the kid started moaning and groaning that he was ready to cum. I didn't make it in time to take his dickhead into my mouth, but I was right there when the first powerful spurt became airborne and landed on the tip of my tongue, followed by a gusher that blasted the back of my throat. As cum continued to spurt forth, I brought his beautiful cock all the way in and deep throated him as the orgasmic buzz began to subside. Minutes later, each of these three fine gentlemen zipped up, thanked me and stepped out of the booth. The porno continued to play. Just as he stepped into the doorway, the young kid turned around, bent down and gave me a kiss. He made it a point to run his tongue across my lips in order to taste the semen that had just filled my mouth. "You are in-fucking-credible, man!" He turned and left. But, just as the door came to, it opened again. The same kid stuck his head in the door and said, "the dude told me outside to tell you that's THIRTEEN, FOURTEEN, AND FIFTEEN! Whatever the fuck that means." And he was gone. A 21 Gun Salute Ch. 3 I sat in a near stupor. I don't know if it's possible to be cum drunk, but if it is, I indeed was. I was beginning to feel the effects of this daylong cocksucking fest. My jaws were beginning to ache. I had cum three times in about six hours time, and I was feeling tired. My nipples were also slightly hurting from the earlier piercing. The door opened again, and Damon stuck his head in the door. He tossed me my clothes and told me to get dressed because it was time to move on. "Time to relax!" was the announcement as we piled back into the van. The van headed west and back to the Missouri side of the river. I began to doze off as I sat alone in the back seat of the van. I was relaxed, the temperature was quite pleasant, and riding always makes me sleepy anyway. When I awoke, we had just pulled into the parking lot of the Club Bath. The five of us marched in and were greeted at the front desk by a handsome and somewhat feminine acting young fellow. He was petite in every way, but he was also extremely personable. Scott took care of the business at the desk. We were each handed a couple of towels and headed back to a locker room. We found lockers near one another and all undressed. "I'm hitting the sauna!" announced Mike. "Sounds good to me!" someone echoed. Soon, all five of us were in the sauna. The steam, the heat and the cedar and menthol smell of the sauna was both relaxing and invigorating. The heat relaxed the muscles and relieved some tension. At the same time, the menthol laced air was invigorating to the sinuses. It was a very pleasant mix. Again I began to doze off. I awoke a few minutes later when the door closed as the last of my friends walked out of the sauna. I looked around to see another fellow who came in as I dozed. He seemed to be of Latin descent. Black hair, dark eyes, dark, olive toned skin. His hair was short and well shaped, definitely not a cut from one of those places at the mall. His chest was devoid of hair, and when I looked back in his direction the second time to check him out, he removed his towel to reveal that he was also devoid of all pubic hair. A 7 inch cock was pulsating in his lap. This was no surprise. This was a gay bath house and though I was tired, I was also on a mission to get as much cock in this day as I possibly could. I motioned the handsome Latino over to me. I moved to the bottom row of the slatted cedar seats and positioned myself to frontally assault him just below his waist. He stepped forward, and just like Pavlov's dogs, as he stepped forward, my mouth opened. The relaxed atmosphere of the sauna caused me to take my time and truly savor this south of the border treat. I slowly bobbed my head up and down as I took his cock to the hilt. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft. I teased the slit in his head, trying to draw out he first drop of pre-cum. I licked his balls and the sensitive area just beneath the balls. Then I returned to service his sizable prick. I worked on his cock for a good 10 or 15 minutes before he approached climax. That was great with me, because I thoroughly enjoyed having him in my mouth. He tasted so delicious. As the time passed, he finally started to show signs of the approaching launch. My lips closed tighter on his dick. Not a single drop of his Latino Heat was going to be wasted. According to plan, he eventually poured forth his load, and I captured every drop. It was a large load, but I managed to swallow every precious drop. It was wonderful. "Senor, that was SIXTEEN!" and he exited the sauna. I found myself alone in the sauna and decided it was time to find my friends. Evening was approaching and I was anxious to conquer the next milestone. After exiting the sauna, I was met by a large muscular man. He was about 6'5" tall. Every muscle had a muscle on it. He wore white cotton pants and a white undershirt. "Ready for a massage, birthday man?" Well, what do you think my answer was? "Of course!" He led me to a hallway and then took me to one in a series of doors. He opened the door open for me and I walked in. The room held a massage table, as well as a smaller table containing various lotions, oils, and massaging tools. "Strip off your towel and climb up onto the table face down." I did as he instructed. I couldn't believe it. Not only did the massage table have a cut-out for my face and nose so that I could keep my face straight down and still breath, it also had an opening for my cock. I could get hard as a rock and continue to lay face down. What will they think of next? As I relaxed into position the lights were dimmed and some relaxing jazz music started to play through speakers mounted high in each corner of the room. His hands were like vice grips, but his grip was still pleasant as he began to knead the muscles in my shoulders. He took his time in working on each individual muscle or muscle group. I felt the tension of the past several days simply melting away under this man's trained fingers. He spoke commands to me in a quiet, calming voice, to move slightly in one direction or another, to relax my shoulders, to tense my buttocks and then relax. Not only was this man a beautiful specimen of masculinity and sexuality, he was an ultra-professional at his business. As his hands continued to work on every inch of my body, relaxation overtook me. Sometime during this exquisite service, I dozed off. I slept for just a few minutes, because I was soon asked to turn over and lay on my back. When I did so, my own erection was exposed to the room. But the biggest surprise was that when I turned over, my masseuse was also bare naked. He had an incredible body that had absolutely no fat. He was indeed the product of the gym and a regimented body building routine. Every hair on his body aside from the spiked blond hair on his head and his blond eyebrows was absent. The rigor of giving me my massage had caused him to work up a light sweat, and as a result, his body glistened in the dim light just like the hot studs in the body building magazines. Perhaps his most developed muscle was his enormous, thick cock. He was a full nine inches in length, and a nearly 3 inches in diameter. I was hypnotized by his enormous manhood. Though he was totally sexually aroused, he remained the professional, and continued to massage the front of my body, paying careful attention to avoid my groin area. His strong hands kneaded my pecs, he massaged my face and sinus areas, my temples, shoulders, and moved on to my thighs, lower legs, and feet. After reaching my feet, he worked on each toe separately. He concluded by giving me an incredible hand massage. It was heavenly. At the conclusion of the massage, without a word, he bent down and took my cock into his mouth. While he was a talented masseuse, those skills paled against his cocksucking skills. He gave me an incredible blowjob. Very quickly, he expertly brought me on the brink of orgasm. As I neared the point of no return, he suddenly switched speeds, changed postions, and strattled me in a sixty-nine position on the massage table. Without hesitation, I opened my tired mouth and took his cock into my mouth. We treated one another to a sweet and sexy blowjob. Within minutes, I again reached the point of orgasm. This time, he allowed me to go over the brink, and I sprayed the back of his mouth with another hot load of my own cum. In the throes of my short, yet powerful orgasm, he too, went over the edge and filled my mouth with his load. He apparently had a few days semen stored away, as he filled my mouth with shot after shot of the thick white stuff. He tasted incredibly delicious. After each of us filled the other with our loads, he dismounted the table, turned around and gave me a hot, delicious, cum-flavored kiss. Not only did I taste his semen, I also tasted my own. What a hot birthday gift this turned out to be! We laid on the table making out for several minutes and were interrupted only by the voices of my friends, informing me it was time to move on. As we broke the kiss, my loving masseuse took my ear lobe between his teeth and then whispered to me, "That's SEVENTEEN, loverboy!" We exchanged a few pleasantries and promises to get together once again before I was dressed and spirited away into the night. Moments later we were back in the van and motoring our way back towards Illinois. Just across the bridge, we pulled off the interstate and wound our way through the dilapidated streets of East St. Louis. After a short excursion through the darkened streets, we pulled up to the Faces complex. This is perhaps the most awesome gay club around. You can expect anything to happen in there, and it usually does. As I was being whisked out of the van, I glanced at my watch to see that it was approaching 11:00 p.m. My birthday adventure would soon be winding down, but I still had more dick to suck. We checked in at the door and I was immediately taken through the bar to the back room. Nate, Scott and Mike tag-teamed me and stripped me down to complete nakedness. I was then pushed into the maze. The last words to me were, "you've got 30 minutes!" I walked around the mini-maze and was treated to incredible sites all around me. Black guys sucking and fucking with other black guys. White guys sucking and fucking other white guys. And an equal proportion of black guys getting it on with white guys. There was no racial barriers in this place. The smell of man sex permeated the whole back room. The sites and sounds of men sucking and fucking one another was awesome. I enjoyed the shows going on all around me for a few minutes while I got my bearings. As I was watching a white guy going down on a hung black stud, I felt a hand on my bare shoulder. I turned to see a handsome twenty-something black man. "What's up, man?" "I am, for sure!" was my less than brilliant reply. "And, I can see that you are, too." "That's what it's all about in here." Without saying another word, I automatically turned to face the handsome black stranger, dropped to my knees and took his gorgeous cock into my mouth. Like others around me, I provided this nameless hunk with a wonderfully oral servicing. I loved the feel of his thick black cock sliding in and out of my lips. He reached down and took my head between his hands and starting moving my head in unison with his thrusts. From the sounds he was making and his body language, he was indeed enjoying this as much as I was. I continued to orally stoke his giant member in an effort to entice a load of jiz to come out. My effort was rewarded in a few minutes. As I knelt on the floor, jacking my own cock, I claimed the prize that I was pursuing and swallowed his load. Before I could rise to my feet, I turned to face another piece of black hardness. Never had I sucked a black man before, but this day sold me on the fact that I would evermore be a lover of black cock. He was another twenty-something's fellow who stood completely naked before me. I looked up at his muscular body and knew that I wanted his cock as much as I wanted the very first dick of the day. He took my hand and led me into the middle of the room in a slightly better lit area. We were the center of attention as I knelt down and performed my act of oral worship on his hunka meat. There was no foreplay, no teasing or desire to extend our session. It was pure, raw, animalistic, man sex. I sucked for all I was worth, and he shoved his cock into my mouth like a piston. I wanted his cum so bad that I couldn't stand it. My jaws ached from the day's activities. My belly was full of all sorts of jism. My lips were nearly chapped from the activity, but none of that deterred me. I wanted this day to go on forever. I was a cum whore and I wanted to eat as much of it as possible. At that moment, I felt a twitch which was followed by another blast of tangy sweetness. As my lips squeezed the last drop of cum out of the mystery man's ebony lance, I felt a tap on my shoulders. It was Nate. Nate helped me to my feet and then lovingly embraced me. "That, my love, was Numbers EIGHTEEN and NINETEEN. Now come with me." He led me to another section of the room. We stopped and he turned to me. As he removed his shirt and began to undo his pants, he leaned forward and gave me a beautiful, sexy kiss. "I love you, Brian. I love you with all of my heart, soul, and body. I think you are the most desirable man in the world. I want to be your friend always and your lover forever. I love your cock. I love sex with you and love to watch you have sex with other men. I do so because I know that our love is true and that you will always come back to me. And because of this, I want us to seal ourselves to one another in a very special way." "Oh, Nate. I love you, too. I always will." Our mouths melted together and we fell into the floor and made mad passionate love right there in front of a room full of other hot naked men. We sucked one another and we fucked one another. Yes, it was raw man sex, but it was love like none other. Passion, lust, desire, yearning, and longing to feel one another's souls propelled our public love making session. As we worked towards climax, I felt another orgasm coming on. I don't know how many times I had cum today. I had lost count long ago. I know that my cock was sore, that my lips and jaws ached from the activity. My ass was well worn, and my belly was warm with nineteen, soon to be twenty loads of cum within. "I'm cumming!" Nate cried. "So am I!" I replied. We switched into a mutually satisfying sixty-nine and orally pleasured each other like our lives depended on it. All of a sudden, the familiar body language of my lover alarmed me to the approaching flood of jism. And like clockwork, it was followed by a huge gush of semen. Simultaneously, my sore, aching cock managed yet another cum on this glorious day and I replied with my own load of hot jiz down my lover's throat. Fully and totally satisfied and completely exhausted, we collapsed in a sweaty mass onto the floor, cocks still in one another's mouths. The place erupted in applause. The Faces patrons realized that they had witnessed something very special and vocalized their appreciation. Then, in what we later learned was a tradition in this house of man sex, we were treated to a shower of pleasure. As Nate and I lay in the floor recuperating from our incredible love session, we saw the room appear to grow smaller. What was really happening was that a circle of men was enclosing around us. 25 or 30 men slowly formed around us as Nate and I were to be the point men in a giant circle jerk. We lay together, embracing on the floor and cuddling like two satisfied lovers as we watched this circle of cocks of all shapes, sizes and colors hover just a few feet above us. Each cock being frantically jerked by its owner. As the circle jerk continued above us, Nate leaned over and whispered, "That's TWENTY!" Soon, one cock found it's point of pleasure and a burst of spunk landed on my head. That site must have stimulated others, as one cock after another began to pour it's load on the rumpled heap comprised of Nate and me. For several minutes we lay in the floor as one man after another drenched us with their loads. The feeling was unimaginable. The raw sexiness of the moment couldn't be repeated in any fantasy. When all was completed, something like 23 different men had shot their loads on Nate and me. We had been ceremoniously sealed to one another in a unique and hedonistic way. When I thought that the moment could not get any better, that the sex couldn't get any nastier and the lust couldn't get any more animalistic, the highlight of the entire day happened. As Nate and I lay on the floor reveling in the aftermath of our cum bath, my life-long, straight as an arrow, best friend in the entire world, Damon, emerged from the crowd. Damon wore nothing but a smile and sported an erection for the ages. He approached us and kneeled beside us. Nate sat up and met Damon with a kiss. Here was my best friend and my lover sharing a gay kiss before my eyes. As they broke the kiss, Nate had an announcement for me. "Brian. I've asked Damon to become part of our bonding. He has agreed and wants to move in with us and become an equal partner in our relationship of love and lust." "Damon?" I asked as I looked at him. "Brian, I've been wrestling with this decision for a long time. When you came out to me as gay, my love for you didn't change. We were best friends then, and will always be best friends. And, as I've met the gay men in your life, I concluded that these are the type of guys I want to hang with. They're good guys. They're good friends. And, they're sexy as hell. This day has been unbelievable. I've wanted to suck your cock for a long time. Nate sensed my desire a few weeks ago and we decided to use this day to show our love to you and also as my coming out day. Brian, I love you. I always have and I always will. And I love you too, Nate. I want the three of us to have a great life of love and sex together in a three-way relationship. But, only if you'll agree, Brian." I sat there totally dumbfounded. This was just about more than any guy could handle in a day. My love for Nate was never stronger. And my love for Brian was reaching a whole new dimension. I was speechless. I wanted them both so bad, but I couldn't speak. I could only show my agreement with the entire arrangement by taking ahold of Damon's cock and bringing him closer to me. I leaned forward and took his cock in my aching mouth. He bent down as if to kiss my head, but instead of kissing me, he began to lick the cum from my head. The heat of the moment was indescribable. I sucked all the harder. On the verge of his first orgasm into my mouth, my best friend leaned forward, smiled, and said, "Brace yourself, lover, for number TWENTY-ONE!"