I was still hot, sweaty and nude from the shower, and that overly strong first
splash of cologne needed to evaporate back down to reason. I'd allowed an hour
to get dressed, everything else was ready to go, but I wanted to be sure I had
time enough to get into something that someone might want to get out of in a
passionate hurry.

I wasn't planning on THAT sort of party, but I had left the nightstand drawers
slightly open in both bedrooms, revealing condoms and lubricant. That was to
signal my friends that, should the mood arise they could feel free. The fresh
jumbo shrimp on the buffeet table should be enough to put anyone in an orgy
mood!

I wanted to let my body cool awhile, but my surprise guest prompted me to put
on a pair of Jockey shorts at least. No sooner did I pull them up than I heard
a rich, deep woice in the bedroom doorway drawl, "Hi."

"Oh, it's that one! How hot! He's fucking beautiful! Oh, shit, I must have
told him the wrong time! Oh, what a hunk!" My thoughts went into a flurry,
with all of my personalities trying to talk at once as I glanced in the mirror
for eye contact. "Hey, I'm glad you could make it," I gushed. "Have a drink
and some food. The punch bowl with the ribbon around it is nonalchoholic. Uh,
the other bedroom's for coats and there are hangers on the bed and the closet's
empty. Help yourself to anything you like. I'll be out in a few minutes."

He smiled and nodded but didn't speak. He was munching something already. A
trace of red on his lips and a toothpick in his fingers told me he'd found the
shrimp. He started to unbutton his jacket as he wandered back toward the other
bedroom.

He'd been an impulsive last minute invitation. I'd wandered into one one of my
usual hangouts earlier, to double-check that an invitation had been delivered
and that they remembered to have the bags of ice they had promised to me. He
was sitting there with one of those inviting looks of loneliness and boredom.
He told me he was on a twenty-four hour layover before his flight to Singapore
and was bored silly.

If I hadn't a party to set up, I'd have taken over right than and started
trying to show him some of the local sights. As it was, it seemed perfect to
invite him to the party. I was delighted that he'd shown up, even though he'd
warned me earlier that he had to leave early for the airport.

After several minutes, I assumed he'd found something with which to amuse
himself, for he hadn't returned to my room. I sniffed at myself to see that
the cologne had calmed down, and I'd stopped 'glistening' from the hot shower.
My clothes were spread out on the chair. I was about to turn when I glanced in
the mirror and gasped-with delight!

He leaned against the door with a grin, munching another shrimp and displaying
one exciting, masculine body. He hadn't just removed his jacket, he'd taken
off everything except his white briefs, and they displayed a tent pole that
seemed to know it was party time! His eyes were taking inventory of my body,
while mine seemed a bit transficed by his, with the center of interest quite
definitely in my line of sight. He was magnificent!

"The party isn't supposed to start for another hour," I gulped, "but you might
not be the only one to arrive a little early."

He stepped into the room and latched the door shut, then he reached out with
one arm and summoned me with curling fingers. I walked into his arms like a
zombie. The hand taht had been outstretched found its place in the middle of
my back, then slid up into my hair. His tongue speared down into my open mouth
before his lips made their contact. I could taste the shrimp in his still very
hungry mouth. Delicious. He was testing a melon for ripeness with his other
huge strong hand. Under his touch, it didn't seem as large as I often worried
it was. Maybe I was more of a grapefruit.

Our "conversation" didn't take long to heat up. Our tongues engaged in debate
as our lips sought to crush one another. Saliva smeared around our chins as we
tried to see if our bodies could get any closer. My hands were thrilling to
the strong muscles at his shoulders and back as he pulled me into his embrace.

It was only a few feet to the bed and somehow I got flipped over and landed on
my belly. He was on top of me in an instant. His right knee was firmly
between my legs, his arms under me with command and authority. The weight and
texture of him rolled gently across my back, thrilling me with its touch. Tiny
chest hairs tickled between my shoulder blades and I could feel a hard nipple
pressing into my flesh.

His other leg fell between mine and the hardened cock straining at his shorts
managed to press into the crevice of my churning ass for a dry run. His arms
tightened and squeezed as he chewed at my shoulder. He let up on the bite and
began chewing his way down my back. He continued around the elastic band of my
shorts. I felt his teeth closing but not into my flesh. Instead he pulled a
length of the white cotton into his teeth and pulled until the cloth ripped.
The entire back panel of my shorts were quite literally chewed off!

His tongue found target zero and attacked. As he feasted and I yowled with
glee, I heard voices calling from the living room! So did he. "Tell them to
wait," he growled.

"Wait!" I yelled. "Entertain yourselves. I'll be out in a minute... make
that an hour. Eat! Drink! Be fuckin merry!"

I was reaching frantically for the nightstand drawer. I didn't wart to rush
this man, but I needed, quite badly, to get my asshole fucked good and deep and
get my nuts off so I could return to lost my party.

He put his hand on my arm and lowered himself down on my body once more, his
iron-hard spear now dry humping at my juicy hole with only his shorts to
prevent full contact. His hand slid up my arm to my hand, finding a condom in
a foil packet. "Convenient," he muttered.

He lifted himself to his knees again, leaning back for a moment. I buried my
face in the pillow, embarrassed over how I'd yelled at my guests. Then I
decided they'd get over it. After all, there wasn't one of them that wouldn't
have done the same thing. To pass up getting buttfucked by a stud like this
guy would be insane. And I was perfectly sane. At least until that point.
And I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains out.

I needed my ecstasy buttfucking. I needed to feel his entire dickshaft
thrusting up my guts. Grinding his groin into my butthole. Thrusting his
shaft into me and shooting his hot, manly load up my hole.

His strong hands parted my anxious cheeks. His wonderfully hot cock found my
hole and I puckered it tight and reached back to guide him into me.

Slowly, but firmly and deliberately, his cock entered my asshole and sunk its
full length deep into my willing, hungry guts.

I thought I was going to cum all over the bed as he slid his fat prick into my
puckering slit.

The thrill of feeling such hot, hard power oozing up into my bowels was sending
me into a whole new world. I've been fucked plenty, don't get me wrong-just
never, never, has it felt that hot. Unreal.

My guts churned and swirled and rearranged themselves to welcome the straight,
solid intruder.

Passageways opened to the pressure then closed in around it to caress and adore
the manly, thrusting shaft. When he was all the way in, he paused. His hands
tightened at my hips, his knees braced his body for good leverage. He was
ready to go. And he fucked me good and deep. Long and hard. I was in love.

"Mmmm, hummmm," he grunted, pulling his first hot, sliding backstroke
tauntingly, then returning it with an emphatic thrust. He gave me another two
or three of those long, slow deliberate lunges before he found his pace and
went for it. My hole was getting fucked by a mad man. Each horny thrust
pushed me that much closer to involuntary climax. My butthole was clenching
his throbbing prick.

My mancunt was being ravaged. He was fucking my insides out, deeply burying
his huge, throbbing meat into my butthole. I reached back and felt as his nuts
slapped against my cheeks; against my swelling buttlips.

My whole body pushed forward on the bed with his every plunge of hard cock into
my ass, yet with each of his backstrokes, I managed to arch it back up with
him, as if trying to cling to his withdrawing meat, and I was in place for his
next thrust.

I could feel his sweat splashing across my back. His hands dug fiercely into
the flesh at my hips. His hard cock stabbed my guts again and again, slapping
hsi balls against my eager asscheeks.

His hands yanked my ass into his gut and his cock threatened to tear me open,
sinking deeper than it had reached before. I thrilled to the feel of it
jerking about inside, stirring my guts, while his own ass trembled with
squeezing, pushing release of his storehouse of sweet cum.

Suddenly jets of his hot dickjuice were splashing against the insides of my
fucked-out butthole. I reached back and squeezed his nuts as though milking a
cow-getting the last drops of hot cum inside of me. Then my load shot off
underneath me. I squeezed my asslips tightly as he slowly withdrew and offered
to lick his prick and nuts clean.

He helped me get dressed as I prepared myself for my party guests.

When everyone stopped staring in awe at my stud's beauty I proposed a toast-to
the best damn party I'd ever been fucked out of.