A Dark Room Filled With Ass but There Was One Ass to Out Ass Them All

"His booty was like if the Energizer Bunny came to life, boofed an 8-ball, married the Blob, had a child, and now that child was consuming everything that came within a mile radius."

Original illustration by Eduardo

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I’m usually a one-and-done type of man. My first orgasm is so explosive, so intense, so satisfying, that my body neither needs nor can produce a second load immediately after.

But of course, there are exceptions. The circuit party MEAT was indeed an exception, with well over a thousand near-naked men touching each other. Fat asses hanging out of jockstraps. Hard cocks out on the dancefloor, surreptitiously being stroked. Then, of course, the smell of all the men. It’s pungent to say the least. And while sometimes that scent can be, well, gross, at other times—for whatever unknown reason—I absolutely love it.

It isn’t just the smell of man, but the smell of sex, of action, and flesh and sin. Skin against skin, tongue against hole, curly tufts of chest hair being pulled, so lips can meet and tongues can swirl.

I had cum and returned to dancing with my arms in the air, my hips swiveling, and my little two-step. My eyes were closed, but I saw flashes of light as the strobes shone on me. My feet were hurting—plantar fasciitis is an unbreakable curse that never fully exits the body—but I persevered. I wasn’t going to let a little inflammation stop me from being with my people.

I was in my own little bubble as I danced: touching myself, my chest, my arms, rubbing myself as I extended one foot, then the other. I opened my eyes to all the men—every single one of them, beautiful in their own way.

I felt my dick begin to harden. It wasn’t a traditional erection in that I find someone or an act arousing, and my body responds accordingly; it was more of an appreciation erection—if that’s a thing. Yes, I wanted to touch and be touched by them, but I also saw these men as more of moving statues in a museum, all meant to be looked at, appreciated, but untouched.

So I went back upstairs to the dark room, where I knew I could touch.

It was 2 am, and space was limited. I was looking for the man I had unloaded in earlier, and I had a feeling he’d return. However, he wasn’t at the entrance, and once inside, I couldn’t make out faces well, just as God intended.

So I perused the men, the all-you-can-eat buffet, well aware of my own rules: Do not fill up on bread. I wanted filet minion or lobster, and would not be lured away by mashed potatoes or even sushi.

Once fully inside the dark room, I took off my jock and stuck it in my high socks. My cock was already hard, and within seconds, a man with a callused hand was stroking me. Bread. I pushed his hand away and walked in further. I felt a hand on my ass, I turned around—another man, sauteed green beans—absolutely not. Then, though it was dark, I saw a man with his forearms against the wall with a muscular, hairy ass aggressively backing his dick up on a cock. Lobster.

And I could tell by the way he was throwing his ass back on that fat cock, he was an OnlyFans star. He used to have a dead-end job, got fired due to Covid, quickly set up an account before the site became oversaturated, and now, he takes dick for a living. How did I know?