Everyone Wanted to Fuck Me and I Wanted to Fuck Everyone

There’s no better party than when everyone is down to have sex. At the second BOYSLUT party, everybody wanted every body.

I never attend a space where everyone wants to have sex with me. While I act like everyone wants to bone—I think it’s a helpful mindset to keep you feeling confident and relaxed when at a sex party—I know that some people won’t be into me.

Well, not at the BOYSLUT party. There, I am everyone’s cup of tea, which has to be one of my favorite parts of throwing this party. Every single guy there wants to fuck, and they’re not shy about it. They want to plow my tight, hairy hole. They want me to eat their ass, gag on their dick, and give them my hot load. Since, as the host, I have to make sure my attendees have the best time, I consider it my duty to have sex with everyone I possibly can. And I take my job as a host very seriously.

Right at nine, the first attendee arrived. He had taken the train in from Philly for the event and had the first train out of Penn Station the next morning. He was ready to pull an all-nighter, and I told him I’d do it with them.

(Me, at 8:45 pm, patiently waiting for everyone to arrive.)

By eleven, the majority of attendees arrived, and then the sexual tension was building. (I love this hour between 11 and 12 where everyone is mingling, clearly so horny, but no one wants to be the first.) People had disrobed from booty shorts to jocks; there was some light making out, a few hands on asses, but no one had taken the leap to say, “Let’s go fuck on that bed over there.” Everyone was waiting for me to perform at the stroke of midnight.

At five to twelve, I ushered everyone into the main room, where about ten beds were set up. With everyone in the same room, I could see how many attendees were there, and it was about 70. Every bed was filled as guys sat down, resting their legs on each other. Hands began casually lingering and fondling.

Beyond excited, I thanked all the boys for coming, and then I began my number: “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado. I wore a gray fur coat over my outfit with bedazzled, hot pink heels that looked like cowboy boots.

I strutted around the stage, removing my coat to reveal everything pink. A mesh pink crop top with tight pink undies. My tits were out. My bulge was out. And my ass was out—the trifecta.

Prior to the performance, I had given my friend a blood capsule, so after the bridge, when I go to make out with him, he can pop the capsule and have blood rushing down his face. Then he’d seize and die on the floor. (Maneater, get it—get it?)

I had a blood capsule in my undies, which, midway through, fell out. So I plopped to my hands and knees and became crawling, looking both sexy and possessed. Stealthily, I found my capsule and popped it back into my underwear.

Alas, the blood packets had expired, which I didn’t realize was a possibility, so when I made out with my friend, no blood gushed out. I was bummed, but still, the performance was a hit. Besides, no one came to BOYSLUT to see fake blood, but then did come to get plowed, and I could absolutely deliver on that promise.

After my performance, I said, “All right, let’s now get to the fucking.” Then it all happened so fast. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, everyone’s holes were filled. Moans erupted throughout the entire clubhouse. The smell of Rush, silicone lube, and man musk filled the air.

With my performance over, I took a double shot of Espolon. There’s something about tequila burning down my esophagus that makes me want to fuck.

Then I saw an Insta crush of mine. He was there, in the flesh. He wore an entirely black body harness, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. It was one of those outfits where I couldn’t decide whether I liked the front or back more. The front showed off his hairy chest, cut abs, and bulge. But the back, my god, it lifted his bubble butt ever so slightly, making it even perkier, if that was possible.

“Can we please fuck?” I asked.

“I was hoping you’d ask.” I kissed his chiseled face while his blonde mustache tickled my upper lip. I pushed him onto the bed and began slowly crawling up his body, licking his legs, hips, and chest until I kissed his full lips. He grabbed the back of my head as we passionately kissed. I ripped off my undies, exposing my engorged cock. He poured some lube on it, and my dick flexed. I threw his legs over my shoulders, arched his hole upward, and entered him. It was everything I ever could have wanted more. I slipped right in, but he was still nice and tight.  I found that spot where you get that last extra inch in, and his eyes opened. I went slow and deep, stretching out every single part of his insides. I loved seeing his eyes widen as I kept hitting that spot.

I had to cum, but I also needed to eat his ass first. So I flipped him over and became feasting on his smooth behind, but that was only getting me closer to finishing, and I didn’t want to finish before I could rail him from behind. So I slipped in and began thrusting. Power top fucking. Hard, deep, fast—all of it. Then I tilted his head to the side so that I could kiss him and promptly exploded inside of him. “Fuckkkkkkkk,” I moaned.

We took a moment to cuddle before getting up. Besides, I was lightheaded from the orgasm and needed a minute to collect myself.

“That was awesome,” I said. “I’ve wanted you for a while.”

“Same,” he replied. “And I love that we did it here.”

We headed to the bar. I chugged some water and then took another tequila shot. Quickly, I was ready to go again. It’s easy to go hard when there are dozens of men fucking all around you. My eyes were set on one man—one of the few guys I didn’t recognize from social media.

He gave me All-American baseball vibes. He was a beefy man with a huge ba-donk that surely had its own gravitational pull.

I walked right up to him. “Hey, I’m Zach,” great to meet you. “I’m Jake,” he said. “And this is your party, right?”

“Yes, it is!” I said, trying not to appear too proud. “How did you find out about this?”

“Through NSFW,” he replied. He had been a member for quite some time but had never been. Being gay, this seemed like the perfect party to attend first.

“Are you having fun?” I asked.

“Yes, of course!” he replied.

“Would you like to have more fun?” I asked sheepishly.

He smiled as I grabbed his hand and walked him over to the vacant bed. He had an ass that demanded worship, so I spanked it, at first softly, then fuller wallops that gave the satisfying smack sound. I then licked around his hole before sticking my tongue in as deep as I could. I shook his ass on my face, smothering my cheeks in his, as I ate.

“Do you have a condom,” he asked.

I grabbed one from the side table, put it on, and then spat on his hole, hitting it dead center. My saliva slowly dripped down through his cheeks. I grabbed some lube and pushed my way inside of him. It was almost too much booty. Almost. I grabbed the straps of his jock and used them to pull him into me. His ass bounced like it was in slow motion. When he backed it up, taking my whole cock, the shake would start at the bottom and then, like a wave, ripple up to the rest of his booty. His ass was clapping on my dick, and since I had just cum, I could last longer. I kept plowing and plowing. Deeper and deeper, until I passed out right next to him.

“Jesus fuck,” I said.

“Make sure you get my number before you go,” he replied.

“Give it to me now because I will need that ass again.”

I grabbed my phone, and he put in his number and texted himself. It was three O’clock, but the boys were still fucking, so I decided to extend another hour. I’m not even sure how I spent it. I think I was mingling and drinking by the bar. I wanted to fuck more, but I was all out of juice. Come four am, it was time, despite my and the rest of the attendees not wanting to leave.  

I had never been to a party where everyone wanted to fuck me. It was empowering. It was ego-boosting. It was an experience everyone should have. But that wasn’t even the best part. The best part was that I wanted to fuck everyone. While I only managed two cuties this time, I know next BOYSLUT, which will be open to all genders, I will take all the loads.