The Cock Goblin Awakened and Conquered the Video Room
I was a dick-sucking machine one afternoon at Island House.
Read about the first night of my December 2024 trip to Island House here!
Original illustration by Roy (@theslagroom)
On my second day at Island House, I impulsively decided to get my nipples pierced in town. But not just any ordinary horizontal piercing—I opted for a vertical one, the jewelry creating a cross over my nipples.
This was dumb for two reasons. First, now men couldn’t suck on or squeeze my nipples. Second, you are not supposed to use a jacuzzi or pool after a piercing because it increases the likelihood of getting an infection—the chlorine and other added chemicals irritate new piercings.
But the heart wants what the heart wants, and my heart wanted this absurd double-piercing that only a handful of people have. And so, I found myself extensively showering off in Island House’s group showers multiple times a day, every time after I entered a body of water.
On my third day at Island House, I was taking a schvitz alone in the indoor jacuzzi. After getting too hot, I went to shower, and by the time I returned, there was a group of four men. A hairless twink, lean and tall, was bent over the ledge of the jacuzzi, getting his ass eaten by a bearded man. His booty wasn’t large, but it had shape—a baby, bubble butt.
Beside him, an older man stood, his legs in the water, but his hairy, erect cock was on full display. A young man sitting in the hot tub was slowly sucking him. (I love a man who sucks dick slowly, who relishes the taste, who teases with light touches, who’s in no rush to make his top cum because he knows he will, in his own time.)
I sat in the corner of the jacuzzi, my eyes dilating to take in the scene before me. Underneath the water, my cock stiffened, and I began to stroke. I wanted to join them, to feast on that twink’s ass. I just knew he would taste like caramel and butter. Twinks like him always taste sweet. But they were acting as if I wasn’t there, so it seemed imprudent to intrude. I would feel like a meager Oliver Twist asking, “Please, sir, may I have some booty?”
So I took a deep breath and enjoyed the live show, my cock filling with blood, now as hard as an unsheathed sword drawn for battle. Then, the bearded man, licking and lapping at the twink’s hole, acknowledged my presence. He looked me directly in the eyes as he slapped his twink’s ass. With both hands, he then spread the twink’s cheeks apart to continue devouring.
When he glanced at me again, smirking like an evil anime character, I felt like he was beckoning me to join him.
But do I ask him or the twink? Of course, it’s the twink’s body, so he needs to have autonomy. But I also know that some tops, or more specifically Doms, (consensually) control who their sub can fuck. I started by asking the top. “Hey, would it be okay if I had a taste?”
“Go for it,” he replied. I then asked the bottom. “Would that be okay?”
“Yeah,” he replied bluntly. I spread open his cheeks and stuck my tongue flat on his asshole. I poked my tongue inside, and he did taste sweet, like a chocolate Sunday. I was both turned on and envious. (I know for a fact my hole does not taste like that.)
When the bottom suggested we head upstairs to the video room (aka red room, aka fuck room) to have sex, I told them I wouldn’t be too far behind.
After my three-minute shower and rinsing my nips, I walked upstairs to the video room. I entered quietly as one is wont to do when entering a cruisy sex room. I parted the black plastic partitions to a sea of men. The twink with the confetti hole was in the center of the room, on the pummel horse, bent over. His bearded top, erect, was slapping the twink’s ass cheeks with his cock and lubing up his hole.
Gay porn blasted on the walls, an echo of grunts, smacks, and a deep-voice grumbling, “Fuck yeah.”
Six men sat on the benches lining the room’s perimeter, all focused on the soon-to-be raw-dogged twink. I found the one vacant seat and parked my hairy ass down, the bench cool against my behind.
The bear next to me was stroking his small cock. There’s something about a big, hairy man with a small dick that gets my engine revving. Maybe I’m simply a lover of dicks, a connoisseur of cocks, regardless of their size—but something about the man being big and the piece being small does it for me. (Similarly, I love when a tiny, unassuming man has a monster cock.) I looked at the bear beside me, and he looked back at me. Sustaining eye contact, I placed my hand on the base of his dick and started to stroke. He was well-lubed and sensitive to my touch. A mere pinky on his little head and his whole cock would flex. He grabbed some lube and wrapped his sausage fingers around my shaft, and started churning my cock.
Call me old-fashioned, but I love a proper bate sesh. To this day, I still cum the hardest getting a handy. (Put a vibrating toy in my ass while you jerk me, and I will fall in love with you—that is, after I cum all over myself).
We watched in silence as the twink in the center of the room took his top’s fat cock. He rhythmically moaned, a little grunt each time the top’s dick disappeared inside his ass. When my bate bud started to speed up his stroke, focusing on my head, I grabbed his hand and shook my head. I wasn’t trying to cum just yet, right as things were heating up.
Count my lucky stars I didn’t orgasm yet because, at that exact moment, three men entered, all with raging hard-ons. They stood at the room's entrance as there was nowhere to sit. I scootched over a little, attempting to make room for them. I waved them over, but they politely shook their heads. I pantomimed myself going over to them, and they nodded aggressively. So I stood up only to walk two feet and drop to my knees.
Two of the dicks were average in size, but one was Goliath, a thick 9-incher with matching girth. And he got hard hard, his dick pointing up toward the sky. Most cocks that big don’t get fully hard—they simply can’t when they’re that massive. They require too much blood. But not his. It was truly a miracle cock. While I wanted to start by gobbling him—to have him impale my throat—I knew I should warm up first on one of the smaller penises. I began to suck one cock, while stroking the other two.
Cocks all around my face, I felt like a slut, a whore, a cum rag.
My knees would be bruised, and I’d likely throw out my back, but it was all worth it to feel like a porn star. As I sucked tip to base, showing off my skills, my tongue swirling around his shaft as I swallowed him, the other two men closed in on me. Now their erect cocks were nearly touching my face, vying for me to suck them next. I switched to the other average-sized dick and throat fucked myself on him, my head aggressively bobbing up and down. Wads of drool oozed from my mouth.
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck. Then I held him in the back of my throat, felt as my esophagus expanded, and knew it was time for the mighty meatstick.
I seamlessly switched, now double-fisting the average cocks and sucking Goliath. My mouth was opened so wide I had multiple double chins. I was a man on a mission to swallow him whole. At first, I could only get two-thirds down, but I didn’t let that discourage me. Anything worthwhile takes time and patience.
I turned my head to the side, opened my mouth slightly more, and his dick vanished down my throat. Magic. I took a brief pause from stroking the two men to grab this man’s fat ass and push him even deeper down into my throat. I gagged, tears starting to pool in my eyes, but I kept him lodged in my throat. Then I slowly, inch-by-inch, removed his length from my mouth.
I then devoured him again. This time, I grabbed his hand, placed it on the back of my head, and pushed downward, gagging myself.
He started to throat fuck me, holding my head in place as he pummeled my throat. Each time, his dick would disappear inside me, my throat bulging. I aggressively stroked the two dicks, feeling them flex in my hand. It was too much for me to handle. Too many cocks. Too much focus on me. I was going to shoot.
“I’m going to cum!” I said before Goliath grabbed the back of my head and pushed me back down on his cock. I stroked the head of my cock, and my watery load shot out of me as if fleeing the scene of a crime. I came all over my chest, all over my nipples. I didn’t stop cumming for what felt like years. Every time I thought I was out, another spurt would erupt. Until, finally, I was emptied, covered in my own cum. Fully sated.
I thanked all the men and quickly excused myself. I needed to wash the cum from my nipples before it dried.