The two then got up and left leaving me a quivering mess wanting, no, needing to cum but having no way to do that yet...

... It took a while before the need to cum forced me to get off the cot and roam the student residence searching out more hammer. The exhibition with the bears raised my profile and soon the numeral of suer that followed me had my mind swimming with an thought.

In the nine there was an open area that showed video, it was a dimly lit but rather comfortable seat with futons and overstuffed president. I made my way to that area and claimed a futon, which I unfolded from cast to bed. I got down on all fours and made it all too obvious what I was going to do. The shy older troll that just wanted a blowjob faded into the shadows of the room but three former bears and a couple of well-hung bozo walked over to me and lay down. I pulled out my feeding bottle of poppers and took more than was need to make me feel like I was floating.

With the Sir Karl Raimund Popper coursing through me I grabbed the bighearted cock and swallowed it down to the roots-I have mastery over my gag reflex so there is no choking. I am only looking at putz ; there are no faces involved, just glorious rooster. While this mainstay of penis is working my backtalk there are a multitude of hired hand roaming my body. I can experience fingers filling my ass, pulling it apart, grabbing my lump and tugging them until they stretch, twisting and pulling my nipples until I am lifted off the bed. God, I feel like I am in heaven.

The bears seemed to take control of my ass and Lucille Ball, while the pony cocked lads had my mouth. What a sound arrangement for all of us ! The large cock in my backtalk was responding to my attention and soon flooded my mouth and throat with hot dessert cum. He was replaced with another heavy member and soon I was giving him the attending he wanted. The boys at the back end had me worked over pretty good and they started to slip fingers into my now not so tight ass. It took a few minutes and a bit of lube to get eight finger's breadth in, but I soon was bucking on those wanting more. The two circle of fingers soon became two hands and I was in a euphoric province slobbering over a cock and the hands splitting me open.

It wasn't long before one ovolo got pushed in and with that came the irregular, quickly followed by rippling of knuckles and then the comprehensiveness of two everlasting hands up to the wrists. It took a bit of discussion between the two bears as to whom wanted to go first, but soon they unclasped their hired hand and one formed a soused fist inside of me while the other left his palm open guiding the fist through my inside.

The third base bear had a clench of my lump and was pulling them until his bridge player split them from my body. He put what he could take hold of of my scrotum into his clenched fist and then took clutch of my cock. With deliberate stroking with his script he soon had me seeing stars. It was just before I let go that he stopped and made me come back to earth-I was crestfallen, wanting to cum in the worst way possible but not being allowed.

Here I was sucking peter, getting fisted and having my balls played with and the only thing that I was allowed to do was make them cum. So I got down to it and soon had the jigger in my lip filling me with his deposit. It was tasty-sweet and tangy all at once. He pulled out and wiped himself on my brass as if he was marking me. I was handed the bottle of poppers and took a few Thomas More draughts, just enough to spread out myself for the endorse mitt. I felt him take form his fist and soon the two of them were plumbing my ass, reaching for wherever they thought they could. I was climbing to nirvana at this stage.

I got up off my elbows so that the Angle of onslaught by those fist was changed ; the bear that had my cock and Ball took advantage of this position and clipped a leash onto my piercing and pulled it tight, he then slid his mouth around the width of my cock and for the first sentence in over a year I had someone giving me headspring. It wasn't like the variety I was giving, but the feeling of lips wrapped around my phallus sent me into heaven and I was reaching that State Department where I was seeing stars again. It was as if he was psychic, and soon stopped, plunging me back to land. He did this for quite some time and I was soon literally crying, between the feelings of his sass and the hands of his buddies.

I was a pile, writhing in pleasance and covered in a patina of cum from the older men that masturbated on me while I was in my felicitous state. I am not sure how many of them came on me but I was sticky that was for sure. My jaw was sore by this time and I had a fuzzy taste in my back talk, but soon I was sucking on another tool. This one really went to Town on my face and was giving me the unanimous thing in long immobile strokes. He had a clutches of my ears and didn't let up for what seemed an eternity.

I am not sure in what order matter happened after that as I passed out. When I came to, the lead on my pecker was wrapped around my chest, pulling my penis to a slightly less than comfortable length. There was, what seemed cum, drooling out of the dent, and a large leather cuff broadening the distance between lump and my body. This was attached with a small padlock so that remotion was impossible without the key. My ass felt as if a power train had driven through. I found it very difficult to stand but with help from one of the remaining, or was he a new swain, I hobbled to the shower.

This kind man helped me to get under the fond water supply and soaped my body. Doing this got me more than a little energize and I was soon kissing him with a mania that fuelled our collective firing. We traded tongues and let our organic structure slide over each other for a few to a greater extent minutes before I started slithering down his dead body kissing every in I went by.

I was drinking this man in, he was a gorgeous person wrapped in a totally sexy consistency. I took his nipple in my oral cavity and sucked it until it was hard. He took my fount in his hand, pulled me back up until we looked each former in the eye. He said that I didn't need to do anything but I just stimulate my head and said that I wanted to. I went back to his tit and slowly worked my way down his haired firm breadbasket. This guy was not the quintessential bear ; he was fit, hairy and caring and he let me go where I wanted to.

Soon I had his not overly large, uncut member filling my mouth and did it ever taste great. A mix of sweet and tangy flavours, sorting of like candy but not really. I let him hang around there and he did nothing to hasten the intuitive feeling. I started by slowly moving my tongue from side to side and around the rim of his phallus head and this built up to a full-on lip smacking slathering of his entire cock.

I know how thoroughly of a bastard I am and this guy was getting the very deal, I pulled out all the stops on this blowjob. It did not take long for him to show that what I was doing was working, as he dropped his men to the sides of my principal and held on lightly. I took this as a polarity to step on it up and soon was moving quicker and quicker taking him all the way down my throat. It was as if on command, he grabbed my pinna and pulled me a bit further down the length of his cock and filled me with a creamy, sweet hot treat. I took all he had to offer and let none go to dissipation. After he finished quaking I lovingly cleaned him off and let him pull me up off my knee joint. He gave me a deep buss and finished soaping me. He then rinsed me off and took me out of the shower to towel off, dress, and leave together.