I moaned and said, “I am a cocksucker. My mouth was made for sucking cock.”
Everybody around the table was raging hard now and we were all groping each other again.
Suddenly a chime sounded (I wondered vaguely if it was in conscious imitation of Lance and Danny’s story) and the red light over the door to the sex room turned green.
In nothing flat all of us were in there on our knees blowing every dick we could get our mouths on.
It turned out that Lance and Walt had arranged for Danny’s entire junior college Soccer team to be guests for the day and the room was full of hot young (mostly) straight men.
The room had dim sexy flickering beautiful colored lighting and it was thrilling to leave off sucking cock from time to time to look around the room at the naked shoulders of all my friends on their knees in a round robin bukkake of frenzied cock worship.
From time to time some hunky muscular naked body would stand up and another equally hunky manly looking guy would drop to his knees and begin sucking cock. We were all beyond queer, beyond gay, beyond faggotry and lost in the mutual endless worship of cock. We were all total hopeless cock addicts.
It was fucking glorious.