Covered in Straight Friends’ Cum: My Wild Provence Bachelor Orgy

Mid-May sun beats down on the Provençal gîte. Isolated behind trees, massive green yard. Pool shimmers like California dream. Five straight buddies surround me. Beers flow since brunch. Tipsy haze at 4 PM. Hearts pound under shirts. Virgile claps. ‘Showtime!’ They drag a lounger to the grass. I sit. They line up ten meters off. Grins wicked. Excited. YMCA blasts. Cliché disco throbs. I yell, laughing mad. They dance off-rhythm. Arms spell Y-M-C-A. Shirts fly. Shoes gone. Shorts drop next refrain. Five thongs bulge. Red, blue, green, yellow, purple. Rainbow flag on my towel. Sasha’s voice gravel: ‘Orange is yours.’ I strip. Cock throbs vertical. Fourteen hard centimeters slide into tight fabric. Their eyes devour. I lounge back. Stroke bulge. Flip. Show smooth gay ass. String teases hole. Virgile snaps pics. Daniel urges: ‘Touch it.’ Legs spread wide. Fingertip grazes pucker. First finger slips in. Gasps echo. Second joins. ‘Oh yeah.’ Sasha kneels. Spits on hole. Thick Heineken neck probes. Pushes in. Glass invades. Wrist twists. Proxy fuck. Heart races. Skin flushes hot. Sweat beads.

Sasha pulls out. ‘Who next?’ Daniel dives. Eyes lock mine. Perverse smile. Jerks my cock free. Strokes firm. Bottle plunges deep. Pleasure surges. Mathieu taps bottle base. Vibrations ripple. Insane waves. Virgile laughs wild. Humiliating thrusts. Future groom wrecked by witness. Diego savage. Rams brutal. Timid boy unleashed. Bestial revenge on my hole. Skin slaps glass. Pulse hammers. Cocks strain thongs. They drop fabric. Naked now. Sasha above head. Daniel at face. Mathieu over dick. Virgile, Diego on feet. Fists fly furious. Grunts animal. First jet: Sasha in hair. Sticky ropes tangle. Daniel blasts forehead. Seven thick spurts stream down cheeks. Salty rivers. Mathieu floods cock, balls, pubes. Globs cling. Diego paints right foot. Virgile left. Râles erupt. Virile roars. Body painted in brotherhood cum. Heat everywhere. Heart explodes.

The Fever Ignites Poolside

Virgile: ‘Legs up. Hold knees.’ Bottle wedges deep in ass. Photo op. They crowd. Sasha foot on shoulder. Yoga flex dominates. Flash captures conquest. ‘Jerk it!’ Chants rise. Branle! Branle! Scoop Mathieu’s load. Lube slick. Fist pumps. Bottle gurgles inside. Ridiculous. Owned. Star of depravity. Edge hits fast. Cum erupts. Applause thunders. 6 PM already. Skin still burns. Cum dries sticky. Heart slows ragged. Lived danger. Total. Devouring. Friendship forged in seed. Weekend far from over.