Page 41 of Still Bruised
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As they entered the parlor, Foster struggled to see. The scent of sex filled the humid air. The dim, red light didn’t allow for much inspection. Not at first. Slowly, his eyes became accustomed to the low light, and he could see shapes and forms moving in time to some of the moans and whines he heard. Soon, he saw dozens of people on multiple large couches, sampling one another’s bodies.
He kept reminding himself that he didn’t have to do anything. He could simply watch and enjoy from the sidelines. No one was forcing him to participate.
“Are we staying here, or are you ready to get a little closer to the action?”
Foster’s heart thudded in his chest, but there was also a languidness that was suddenly joining the party. The pill was finally kicking in.About damned time.“Maybe.”
“For which one?”
Foster glanced at Cary.
Cary chuckled. “Just ask permission before you touch anyone, wear protection, clean up behind yourself, and don’t overstay your welcome. Those are the only rules that really matter.”
“And don’t repeat any of this or they’ll sue me into oblivion,” Foster replied, still a bit thrown by the NDA.
“That, too.”
Cary placed his palm on Foster’s bare back and guided him forward. Foster allowed it, if only for the moment. As they neared the action, he could make out bodies a little easier, but there were spots where all he saw was a tangle of limbs. They made a pass. One big circle around the room to see where they might fit in.
Nothing and no one caught Foster’s gaze for more than a couple of seconds.
Until they reached the end of their spin around the dance floor.
A big, muscled stud was bent over the end of the couch, on his hands and knees, getting fucked from behind by a smaller, slim guy. The mismatched pair were slightly apart from the others, an island to themselves. The stud was dark haired. The red light glimmered off his white mask. A sheen of sweat glistened over his skin. He threw himself back onto the guy fucking him, his jaw tense as he looked over his shoulder.
Shadow and light danced over his body and face, dark hollows showing where the muscle and sinew tensed. He was stunning. Foster couldn’t look away, his cock growing thicker the longer he watched them. Reaching down, Foster caressed himself, the urge to push the smaller guy away and take over claiming the big guy screaming within.
“So, that’s your type, hmm?” Cary whispered against his ear. “Why not go over and introduce his mouth to your cock? Instead of standing there jerking it alone.”
One suggestion and all thoughts of standing on the sidelines went straight out of Foster’s mind.
“But it’s just the two of them,” Foster said. “Should I wait?”
“This is an orgy. Everyone’s fair game, even if they’re already being fucked. Simply ask. All he can say is no.”
Foster took a deep breath, his lungs shuddering as he gathered his courage. He walked closer to the muscle stud, his legs feeling like rubber, and felt the raw sounds of the grunts and groans reverberating through him, making his cock ache even more.
The guy was perfection. All sinew and strength.
He approached the end of the couch, close to the guy’s head, stroking himself. Leaning closer, he asked, “Can I joi?—”
Foster was cut off when the muscle stud slapped his hand away and grabbed the root of his cock. Gasping, Foster’s head fell back as the guy took the head between his lips and to the back of his throat. He reached for the back of the couch to steady himself, sucking in a few breaths before a tortured groan escaped him.
The man behind muscle stud cried out, straining. He stilled for a few seconds, winded, and then slid out. Once he’d peeled off his condom and knotted it at the base, he playfully slapped muscle stud on the ass and walked away.
The mouth on Foster’s cock disappeared. Muscle stud stood up. Before he knew it, Foster was spun and shoved onto his ass. He stared up at the man, surprised. A foil wrapper appeared and was gone before a condom was rolled down Foster’s shaft. Hewas tugged down a bit, so his bottom was closer to the outer edge of the cushion and his back curved a bit.
He hadn’t expected to be thrown around like a rag doll, especially at his size, but it was kind of a turn on.
“About time you showed up,” the muscle stud said after straddling Foster. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“I might not be who you think I am…” Foster said.
“You’re exactly who I think you are. A nice, big dick for me to ride.”
He sank onto Foster’s cock, taking more than half on the first plunge. They moaned together. Foster trembled under the tight grip of the guy’s ass. Muscle stud rose a couple of inches and pressed down again, most of Foster’s cock sliding deep.
