THE MILK SHED – PART 18

More men appeared over the next thirty minutes while I continued to follow my guide around the crowds of men, my penis still eager for more attention and Gary’s impressive pink length being occasionally milked by a new friend. He seemed reluctant to masturbate himself, but with so many cocks to feel and so many hands more than happy to tug on his, self-pleasure almost seemed redundant.

While the red wristbands were rare, I did see a couple. These men seemed to be there for the show, playing with their own dicks while they watched and admired the activities around them.

One of them was a muscular man in his fifties, shirtless and with his jeans open, his eyes scanning the room at waist level while he slowly pulled on the fattened rod of pale pink muscle freed from the denim. He seemed very comfortable simply admiring the manhood around him and the fun being had.

Another red band hung loosely around the thin wrist of a short and slim young Asian man with glasses, perhaps twenty-five or thirty years old, one of the very few people to remain fully clothed in black pants and a white shirt. Even though I was used to seeing guys like him in the city, he really stood out among the flesh, denim, and plaid of the larger mass of men. He was standing at the edge of the crowd, a bottle of water in his right hand held steady in front of his buttoned-up chest, his left arm disappearing into the waist of his black pants where his cock was being visibly toyed with.

I surprised myself by wondering how that was possible. While I had only just been immersed in this world of penis pleasures, I couldn’t imagine being present at such an event and not participating. It was a curious sensation to recognize this new cock-lust that I never knew I had inside me. The short time since my arrival in town had been an awakening, but our arrival at the club had changed me in ways I hadn’t expected.

The smell in the big room had significantly developed since we’d arrived, the hot summer air amplifying the aroma of sweat and semen. While the integrity of the old metal sheeting was diminished in numerous places, with gaps through to the starry sky above or out to the fields around the shed, a cloud of muggy fog was visible in the light streaming down from the few lamps hanging above the heads of the gathered masses.

Even without the thumping of a dance track or the flashing of lights, the scene around us resembled a nightclub, although perhaps one in Germany rather than the USA.

Everywhere I looked, I found another penis, some slender and some thick. A few were huge, while others were modest. So many were hard and wet with glistening enjoyment, but just as many were thickly hanging, spent from their last release and no doubt taking a break in expectation of another.

Gary and I weren’t the only ones sporting cockwear, either. Numerous men had adorned their manhood with all manner of things. I counted at least four Prince Albert piercings and numerous guys with heavy silver cuffs around their scrotums, their balls tight and swinging low with the added weight. Standard cock rings were visibly popular, with black silicone bands and even leather straps used to make the members swollen and weighty or rigid with veined determination.

While I couldn’t possibly have monitored every member of the mass of bodies, or the penises attached to them, it certainly seemed to me as though no one was leaving. The young man I’d watched erupting his cream over the floor while my first load of the night was splashed had delivered again, watching another two older men playfully jousting their hardened rods together and erupting spurts of thick cream without even manipulating themselves. The lean twink who we’d watched being doused with semen in the middle of the circle was now staring down between him and another new friend while their erections were rubbed wetly together, their hips humping in unison while their fleshy lengths grinded in a gooey hand.

Gary seemed to have a routine. We’d moved from the main entrance into the crowd, walked around it once, and then up into the higher platform before moving back again to where the crates of beer had been replenished by the door, and joined by bottles of water. We collected another drink and repeated this again, heading back out into the crowd, with more cocks presented as the gathering grew.

Over and over I witnessed something new. As we walked back through the crowd, I paused and slowly massaged my erection while watching an older man with a gray beard kneeling on the floor to accept a shower of semen from another handsome man around my age, his half-hard cock swinging with every rub of his fist while a sprinkler of ejaculate bathed the eager accomplice.

Once again, cheers accompanied the release, with members of the viewing crowd massaging themselves or a friend while they celebrated the display.

Another few steps led us to the edge of a small gathering, and I peered over a naked shoulder to witness a tall black man, hairless and totally naked but for the boots on his feet, his immense cock being rhythmically rubbed by the two guys on either side of him, their own penises rubbed up against his thighs while they humped their hips and jerked him. I wanted to wait to see him spurt, but Gary continued on.

With a little progress toward the back, weaving through naked or semi-nude bodies while my dick rubbed up against bare buttocks or slapped against rogue erections, we found the trio we’d picked up on the way. Mikey was enthusiastically slapping his hard erection against that of a fellow jerker, while the Garrison twins watched and stroked their own penises, beers in hands and smiles on their faces.

I can’t say I’d ever wondered whether twins had identical cocks, but I paused to study the handsome duo and discovered that these two did. Both had full bushes of brown pubes above their pumping fists, their six-inch erections extremely rigid with veined stubbornness, their helmets red and angry with wet and swollen need. Below, their plump scrotums swung with every stroke of their poles, their attention on the friend they’d arrived with while he bumped his meaty shaft against the swinging pole of his new friend.

One of the twins looked up briefly from the union they’d been observing and immediately began to approach, quickly followed by his brother. Strangely, my only concern was remembering who was who.

“Having fun?” The two handsome siblings arrived in front of me. “Saw you squirt off, but it looks like you’re down for round two,” he smiled.

I really was, and had been for a while, “Yeah, it’s fucking wild!” I excitedly announced, quickly realizing I was a little buzzed but sipping at the can again regardless.

“You boys get a nut yet?” Gary asked them, “you’re usually quick to fire, Riley,” he asked the twin to the right. I was grateful for the confirmation of who was who, just as Jamie’s hand reached forward to collect my hot penis in his grip. A jolt of pleasure washed through me again, but it was a steady pleasure that seemed able to be controlled.

“Hey man,” Riley tilted his head a little, “don’t do me like that in front of your buddy,” he complained, “I can last just as good as you.”

They chuckled between them, but my attention was on my hand moving forward to meet the warm and clammy muscle pointing at my own dick. I wrapped my fist gently around Jamie’s penis and gave it a slow rub, the hardness of it surprising. He was absolutely rigid; the flesh around the core of his erection was pliable, but the muscle just below the surface was solid with excitement. I allowed my fingers to play with the shape, the circle made by my thumb and forefinger slipping back along his rod to meet the fattened dome of his helmet where I gripped his meaty shape and teasingly squeezed.

A gush of precum met my palm, and I pushed back along the baton of meat, his glans rubbing wetly along the inside of my closed grip. He sucked air through his teeth and squeezed the middle of my length in appreciation.

I looked down to observe our greeting, catching sight of Riley and Gary tugging on each other’s manhood while they continued to converse. I was struck again by how easy the encounter was. Everyone was on a level playing field; we were all present for the same enjoyment, and there were no barriers to the pleasure being generated. Even though I’d only met the two men briefly, our penises were to be shared, and there was no hesitation or awkwardness to be found.

“How many cocks have you handled already?” Jamie asked me, and I found myself wanting to exaggerate.

“Just two, or three if you include my own,” I admitted, wondering if I should have included Lenny’s immense dick from earlier in the day.

“That’s it?” he asked, surprised, but still looking down to where he moved forward so our tips could touch between us. He pulled me, aiming at his penis. I arched my back a little, presenting my erection and guiding his at the same time, colluding with his intent. Our spongy domes met in a liquid kiss, the spark of impending climax flickering through my taint and around my ass while the precum we were both leaking connected us in a slippery mashing.

The act of making contact, cock-to-cock, was one of the most surprisingly erotic things I had ever experienced. I’m not entirely sure what I expected it to feel like, but the heat and wetness, combined with the pleasure, were enough to trigger my swelling climax once again.

“Too close to finishing again,” I warned him, trying to fight against the growing orgasm, both as an explanation of my limited mutual experiences and as a preview of what might happen if we continued to rub our swollen dick tips together. The intensity of that simple act was a shock I hadn’t been prepared for.

He chuckled, his eyes still down on the rude act of our glistening helmets slowly gliding around against each other, each slick contact delivering another wave of bliss through my body. “I bet you could cum a couple more times before you’ll be done,” he suggested, “You’d be surprised how much spooge a cock can make at a jack-off party like this.”

I wasn’t so sure, but my dick was more than happy to find out as both Riley and Gary turned inward and delivered their own erections into the small space between us.

The sight of four erections all moving in with the same need was almost as incredible as the pleasure our colliding cockheads were creating. My vision was filled with the sight of masculine meat, glistening damply in the light, veined and bulging with intensity.

With our bodies pressed together, our hips slightly forward, and the light from above shining down between our huddle to light up our fleshy tools, our four hardened lengths met in a wrestling match of slaps and strokes.

Even if I could have held back with Jamie stroking me and my hand pulling on his rigid inches, this new orgy of cock jousting happening between us was enough to immediately enrapture me. I was beyond helping; I knew I would not be leaving the huddle without my penis gushing another wad of hot sap.

The brothers’ tips bounced against each other, their crimson fruit combining. Gary’s long cock arched downward to tap against the top of my helmet, the heavy underside of his bell-shaped end thumping against my meat.

Riley reached in to grab my pole, milking me briefly before moving on to grasp Gary’s pale and veined rod. I reached under Jamie’s wagging stick and groped the sack of flesh I found there, massaging his full scrotum in my grip as another rush of approaching orgasm flooded through me.

Then came a pause. With our hips connected and our batons presented forward, Gary gripped my cock by the base and held Riley’s veined wand in his right hand, bringing them together so our tips touched against either side of his hot and glistening dome. Jamie immediately joined the threesome with his own plump apex, nudging his drooling end against the fleshy mass of red and pink helmets to create a fourgy of frotting that quickly sent spasms through my body!

“Fuck, look at all those cocks!” Riley growled low and horny, his bell-shaped meatus slipping from left to right, rubbing along from Gary’s reddened flesh against his brother’s identical dome. “Fucking awesome dicks,”

“Feels so good,” Gary agreed, wagging his own longer penis a little and increasing the friction our tender tips were creating against his. I watched his cock spasm, the jerking motion lifting his hardened rod upward before it slapped down again on the tops of our tips.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to cum so badly!

“I’m gonna shoot!” I announced quietly, almost to myself but perhaps to give my fellow wankers the opportunity to retreat.

The crowd of horny and masturbating men around us seemed to drift into silence, my attention completely fixed on the sight of our four bulging penis heads grinding and mashing together between us, our hips gently thrusting, our hands moving from one sack of scrotum and one stiffened pole to another.

The greed of our pleasure was prominent. I wanted all their cocks in my hands, but with a can of beer in my left I hastily moved among the three, reaching up to fondle one sack and then another, my desperation growing with each touch.

I wasn’t alone in my addiction. Our arms crossed in hasty seeking, our hands bumped when moving to grasp another penis or cup and squeeze another pair of balls. Our leaking dicks collided and were guided to rub against each other, spreading around the clear juices being issued in abundance. It was a frenzy of penis jousting and rubbing that continued to build into a frenzy of lust that couldn’t be contained any longer.

“I’m there,” I said, louder than before.

The pleasure generated by our mess of masturbatory wrestling grew by the second, finally reaching a crescendo as all three seemed to take my cue, grabbing their own dicks and using them like wands to direct their attention to my dripping dome, the swollen flesh now an angry red and smeared with the slippery concoction all of us had created.

Their penis tips massaged against mine, their bulging shapes slipping over and around my engorged crown, the slickness of their flesh so hot and gooey while the climax consumed me.

“Cum on us,” Jamie ordered, and like an obedient cock slave, I complied.

I let go in that instant, happy to experience the joy of another ejaculation, surrendering to the carelessness of my cum erupting to splash where it may.

My body shook as the wave smashed through me, a jolt of extreme pleasure forcing a wad of hot white semen to pump out and over the cock heads of the twins. The goo coated them, their fleshy domes slipping around to smear the fresh goop while I stared down, my mouth agape, my penis twitching with spasm.

Another burst of bliss rushed through my body as Gary positioned his own exposed end in front, taking the mess against his flesh. His hand slipped forward along his pole to collect the delivery, dragging the glistening slime back along his pale length.

“Me too,” he announced, breathlessly.

Before I had the opportunity to focus my blurry vision, I felt a hot wash of liquid splash over my convulsing cock, a powerful jet of milk impacting against the side of my own dick.

Our breathing was fast and heavy, small grunts and little moans escaping as the twins joined in. Their fists gliding along their upward arching erections to hold them down into the exploding display.

Like weapons being used to target my releasing rod, they began to gush in tandem.

An initial burst of streaming semen shot over my penis, coating my lurching meat. Their tips came together, a double-barreled fuckstick of pleasure nudged up into one fat red mass of helmets, cum spewing out of the little yawning holes in the ends of their identical erections, a convulsing repetition splashing over the gathered mess of mine and Gary’s jousting muscles.

Another pulsating burst of pleasure shook my body as their hot spooge showered first Gary’s distended bellend and then mine, with our two dicks still issuing more dick juice.

One of Gary’s powerful squirts shot clean over our expelling rods to splat against Jamie’s upper thigh. It was quickly followed by another, longer gush of thick white cream from Gary’s dome, an immense fountain of viscous semen that had clearly been held back for so long there was no stopping it once he’d started.

“Yeah!” the twins announced in unison, their ejaculating tips smothered in a thick gushing from Gary’s penis.

It was the most incredible climax I had ever experienced, made even hornier by the three other penises pumping wads of thick semen into the gathering. Gary couldn’t stop. His load kept coming without any stroking of his arching rod, bursting from his bloated dick tip with round after round of yogurt that found its way to each of our members, with the twins splashing their own in a celebration of creamy release.

I stared, dumbfounded, as our mess grew by the second, the splashes of watery or thickly viscous juice bathing each of our already coated cocks in round after round of warmth.

Hands came in, palm up. Riley collected a splashing of juice from both mine and Gary’s wagging lengths and immediately used it to combine his and Jamie’s penises, covering their still spurting ends with the combined cream in his hand.

If I’d been worried about delivering again, I clearly shouldn’t have been. The fetishistic pleasure of joining these three men in such an intimate but supremely masculine act was enough to entice a load equal to the first, now draped and smeared over the three other erections contained in our small huddle, our repetitive bursts of sloppy ball juice being used to smother and smear each other.

The satisfaction of the release was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I closed my eyes, gliding my right hand along my hard cable from the silicone ring to the edge of my helmet, the flesh there too tender to physically touch without sharper spikes of orgasm rising from my ass.

The cum on my cock felt like lube from a bottle, their warm sap combining in my fist and against my penis skin to make a gooey glide that continued to deliver more even after my balls began to ache with the effort.

Our four fleshy appendages slapped and spanked each other, giggles of exhausted fulfillment escaping us, our members becoming softer but still fattened and perhaps ready for more.

“Fuck, that was so fucking good!” Gary’s dick glided along the top of mine, dragging cum across my bulging dorsal vein and over my glans, then across to bump tips with the twins, who were now rubbing their own sloppy caps together.

Semen dripped from the bulging balloon of my scrotum, and I felt a cooling dribble sliding down my inner thigh toward my knee.

“Good nut, bro,” Jamie said, which could have been directed at any of us but seemed to be accepted by his brother.

“You too, dude!”

I pulled on my softening cock again, milking a little more pearly liquid from my spent end and allowing it to fall to the large puddle of cum we’d created between us.

In that moment, quenching my sudden thirst with the last of my second beer of the night, I was sure my cock couldn’t deliver a third round of semen.

Jamie’s suggestion that a cock could surprise you when at a jack off party was about to be proven true, and I would again find myself pumping another pleasing load among my new growing group of friends.

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