Winners and Losers Ch. 08

He jabbed against my prostate, poking me with muted grunts in tune with the rhythm of his thrusts. I was far more vocal: mews escaping with my pants, expectant squeals accompanying my cries. "Shut him up," he demanded as a fresh prick was stuffed into my mouth.

That didn't help!

I sucked the glorious stubby: a thick, short cock with smooth, soft skin. My head was sinking with lust: all I wanted was cum and I passionately sucked the intruding cock, longing for him to squirt into my mouth.

I grunted onto his cock as my prostate pulsed with the intruding cock: I was floating on desperate arousal as the guy buried his prick deep into my butt and his cock twitched. He filled the condom and withdrew slowly as I longed for it's return. My arse felt empty: my body wanted to feel an intruder in my slippery rectum. I got my wish as the fourth guy pressed against my ring.

"He's a slut!" One of the men above me observed: the addition of a prick had me groaning, glancing up at the hairy body of the man fucking my face. He grabbed the side of my cheeks and thrust his prick deeper and deeper into my mouth. I desperately tried to suck the pistoning cock sliding over my tongue.

The sheathed cock in my arse rammed against my prostate: I groaned as the two men fucked me. Not impaled but fucked me. Both of them had hands on my body and they ground their cocks deep into my orifices: my mouth and my arse wantonly taken by the two.

I was being used and abused. At that moment, it felt unbelievable as the two men came at the same time, my body feeling the spasm of two cocks simultaneously.

I whimpered into the dick as the prick was removed from my arse. I wanted more; but I had received all the sex I was going to get, and I waited until Connor and Ralph had been finished with before we returned to our changing room as heroes.

I got my sex that night from my girlfriend: a few chosen lines about the spit-roast and her panties were consigned to the floor and her ankles were being used as earmuffs. Gay and bisexual sex really did get her going!

A few days after the draw, Anna and I were invited to my employer's Christmas party at a local hotel and golf-course. It was an occasion where the beer and wine typically flowed liberally and the talk and behaviour became salaciously sexual and decadent as the alcohol intake rose. Previous events had seen streakers with the main course, adultery in the rookery and a very unfortunate incident with some candles and Deirdre's pubic hair.

I expected a degree of misbehaviour, and while my role as a midfield general for a weekend football team was known in the office, no-one to my knowledge had connected my pastime with the popularity of the league under the new rules.

It took ten minutes at the "meal" for that secret to be revealed; I hadn't even finished my starter when Emit, my undiplomatic colleague, drunkenly asked, "You ain't playing for the team that's gettin' buggered every time they lose, are ya?"

"Yes, that's the team," my girlfriend drunkenly slurred before I could answer. "It's so hot though. How many times have you lost this season, love?"

I groaned. "I've been involved in five losses," I replied counting out the defeats on my fingers. "Team's had eight. And seven victories. And two draws."

"And 'e's on the new advertising for..." My colleague swirled his drink as Anna blurted out more of my secrets. "... ManLube. And that Paul who he was with was so hot," my drunken girlfriend continued. "So very hot. He fucked him on that poster, it's not set up. He actually fucked him. I'd love to have seen him get fucked."

Emit blushed as I looked apologetically towards my colleague. "Wow, do you... you know... really have to, all the time?"

"Sort of," I mumbled; I had deliberately not revealed my membership of the team at work as I didn't know how my colleagues would react if they knew. "Friendlies were just oral, the cup game was bukkake which is men jacking over the loser and then spanking in the next round. But sometimes I've been taken from behind."

"Yeah, he likes giving head though! He raced a porn star to blow some fit dudes in..." Anna shrank at her candid outburst when I glared at her; she sank in her seat as I shrugged at Emit.

"Yeah I have given a few blowjobs, but it's just a laugh. And anyway, it's not too bad at all. I've given enough that you just get used to them. Cum doesn't taste bad and it's just... normal now."

"That's so... gay!" Emit squealed. He muttered a muted apology when I shook my head. "OK. Well bi then." I shrugged again; what did he want me to say? Admit my bisexuality to him when I had not admitted it to myself. I had no qualms about bisexual sex, and quite enjoyed playing with cocks as well as pussies, but I had no romantic interest in men. I loved my girlfriend, and wanted a female soulmate. I did not have the same feelings towards men, and I was no longer sure what to label my sexuality as, so I left Emit thinking I was bisexual; it was easier than trying to explain something to him that I couldn't rationalise or explain to myself.

Emit left our table shortly afterwards and I saw him talking to many of my colleagues, walking slowly around the assorted tables to converse in hushed whispers. My heart sank as I finished our food. My girlfriend held my hand as I watched the gossip in my peripheral vision.

"We could go and fuck on the golf course," she whispered; aware that her candid outburst was the reason for the hushed whisperings. "I might let you do anal." Her eyes fluttered, her lips pouted, her fingers revealed the trial pack of the ManLube lubricant from her handbag. "I came planned for fun."

"Let's just go," I muttered, rising from the table as the DJ played his first "cheesy classic." Emit and Troy approached us as we made it to the cloakroom; they looked shiftily at each other.

"Hey, you're not leaving are you?"

"Yeah. Early night."

"Ummm..." Emit swayed from one foot to another, rubbing his hands and then wiping his face; he was nervous as he glanced at Troy, spluttering incoherently. "It's just... we were wondering if... you..."

"... yeah, if you wanted to and you said... you know, and..."

"... absolutely, totally up to you... but, you know and it could be, well..."

Anna giggled. "Guys, I'm totally pissed but even I can't understand what the fuck you want."

"Blow-jobs," Troy snapped.

"Pardon?" Anna and I asked in unison."

"Well you know... it's just..."

"Guys, don't start this again," my girlfriend hissed. "You want my boyfriend to blow you?"

They shifted uncomfortably as they looked each other; admitting by their nervousness that they were after sexual favours from me. I sighed; it was one of the reasons that I tried hard to keep my secrets away from them: I knew they wouldn't understand and make a deal of it. "Yeah, well, Troy was meant to order in a whore for upstairs and she ain't here."

Troy sheepishly looked away from them, muttering about a "mix up."

"Well, we were going to set up a gloryhole in the bedroom and then after it's all finished, a few of us pile up for a bit of a gangbang."

"Classy," Anna muttered, grinning as they squirmed. "Romance is so dead, isn't it, boys?"

"Hey, it's a bit of fun at a Christmas party. Whores don't expect roses," Troy snapped.

"And he's now your whore substitute?" She asked, confidently prodding my retreating colleagues. "Eh?"

They nodded. "Well, just, you said he liked it and he said it was nice. And he said he was bi."

"I said it wasn't bad," I reminded him. "I didn't say it was nice. And you said I was bi, not me."

"Will you do it?"

"Oh let me think," I taunted. "Will I be stuck up in a bedroom sucking off every guy in here until my jaw aches. And then get buggered by most of the company. Ummmm..."

"Can I watch?" My girlfriend asked. "We'd definitely do it if I can watch."

"Anna: no. Troy: no. Emit: no." My answer was unambiguous and final. Non-negotiable. Only, Anna didn't see it with quite the same finality. She coaxed and pleaded, before finally promising me that I could have sex every day for a whole month if I did this for her. And let her watch.

I felt a little coerced by my three pimps and agreed to the gloryhole, until I got bored.

Troy and Emit had set up a small single room in the hotel by moving the bed into the corner of the room, and emptying the spacious wall-to-ceiling cupboard. A small stool was joined by another, and the doors replaced by a thick duvet: pinned to the top of the wardrobe frame.

About three feet from the floor was a dinner-plate sized hole in the duvet, that provided the majority of the light in the small space. My girlfriend tittered as she joined me, pulling the cord on the courtesy light inside the wardrobe so she could watch my gay acts.

I stripped to my underwear. It was warm behind the duvet and giving blow-jobs was exerting on so many muscles. Anna cooed; we talked in hushed whispers as we heard the voices of the two pimps talking in excited voices on the phone.

I recognised the darkened skin of Troy as the first prick was slid into the hole. I watched the veins pulse on the erect cock and traced the thick, bulbous head with my eyes. Anna held her breath as my lips moved towards the throbbing cock, taking the base of the long dick in my hand and flicking the piss slit with my tongue.

I tasted the unmistakable scent of man, the musky unami grunt of masculinity that oozed from every cock and seeped from Troy's bulging manhood. He grunted as my lips wrapped around his slippery glans, sucking gently as my tongue swirled over his sensitive frenulum. I listened for the whimpers from my girlfriend and my colleague as my hand rolled over his shaft and my mouth suckled on the purple tip of his rugged cock.

I slowly worked more of his cock into my mouth, guiding his prick over my tongue and towards the back of my throat. I could feel every pulse on his cock, every heartbeat and every ridge on his shaft. I could taste his arousal, smell it, see it, hear it and feel it. I could feel mine: the subtle hand of my girlfriend gripping my erect cock through my boxer shorts as I bobbed on Troy's dick, moving my head back and forth over his pulsating prick while my own manhood was pumped energetically.

Troy squealed as his arousal surged, my mouth sucking wantonly as his balls tightened, and his dick trembled. The first wave of his cum smacked against the back of my throat, the second, landed on my tongue. His salty semen pooled in my mouth as his satisfied sighs showed he was sated and he withdrew his dripping cock from my lips.

"Wow!" It was all Anna muttered as her fingers took me further and further towards my own orgasm.

"Stop," I reluctantly moaned, pushing her hand away. "If I come now, I won't want to suck any more dick." She pouted. "You know how my horniness disappears after I spurt." Her eyes twinkled as her dress pooled at her waist, her knickers at her ankles. She swirled her finger over her clitoris, sweeping up and down her crack.

My next customer was a long, thin, white cock, smooth and with blemish-free soft skin. I felt the dick harden in my mouth, a gentle sweep on the underside of his shaft with my tongue had the owner squealing with delight. He pressed his cock deep into my mouth, his heavy, pendulous balls coming through the hole in the duvet. I rubbed my finger over the hairy testicles, sweeping the wrinkled skin with my gentle touch as my mouth sucked on his salty aroma, bringing him to a gasping orgasm in minutes.

I lost count of the amount of orgasms I gave. I had cum on my chest and on my face, in my hair and coating my lips. There was a never ending stream of men who were desperate to have their cock sucked and my devilish girlfriend masturbated herself to dozens of climaxes, watching as every man's cock was taken by my mouth.

There was one guy who blew the moment my lips closed over his glans, crying out loudly as a few feeble squirts splattered against me. Very much premature as I had barely touched him."Bet you loved that," my girlfriend whispered as the man withdrew at the last moment and squirted into my face. I closed my eyes just in time, as the musky goo landed on my cheek.

"Kiss me," was all I said in reply and her tongue swept over my lips to pool the creamy deposits of my colleagues into her mouth with wanton lust consuming her every move.

It took another twenty minutes and eight blow-jobs for Troy and Emit to call "finished" and lift the side of the duvet. "All done."

"Not quite," I mused and demanded my wife's knickers from her. She passed them to me, giggling as I wiped my cum-splattered face and chest with her ruffled pink lace. I tossed them back to her as I rolled underneath the duvet and lowered my boxer shorts, poking my erect cock through the hole in the vertical duvet. "My turn," I muttered as I awaited for Anna to wrap her tongue over my rock-hard cock.

After all, I think I'd earned it.

To be continued...