The Origin of Group Fridays

I have regulars who'd come by every day if they could.  One guy, Morning Guy, as I lovingly call him, does in fact stop at my place on his way to work every Monday through Friday to get off.  We've been doing this for quite some time now too.  There are other regulars who stop by every other week or so, sometimes just once a month, to fuck a dude, get off, and then get back to their busy schedules and families.  And then there are the guys who come by once a week like clockwork.

There's such a group of guys who come to my place every Friday night for a group session.  I pretty much block off the whole evening, 7PM to midnight for them to come, have a little fun, and start their weekends off right.  It didn't start off like this, but very few things in life turn out as they were originally planned.

As with most of my stories, this one starts out with a regular, this time Shawn E., who emailed me one afternoon about a scheduled meet-up time for that evening.  His friend, Peter H., had signed the last of his divorce papers that morning and was in need of a pick-me-up.  I was both flattered and a little weirded out that because his friend was in the dumps and in need of something exciting, Shawn thought that fucking me would be the cure.  But at the end of the day, I saw that Shawn's heart was in the right place and I agreed to the double encounter.  And although I was Peter's first ass, he soon became a regular and still is to this day.

But it wasn't long until Peter knew of a friend who could use a piece from time to time.  And then he knew of a couple friends.  When I agreed to get with them, after a little while, they knew of someone who wasn't getting any.  So very quickly I had a posse of sexually unfulfilled men who spawned out of one guy, and I had no idea what to do with all of them.  Trying to keep up with all of them, plus the guys I regularly entertained, was getting to be too much, so I came up with the idea to bring them all together Friday nights.  As one giant group, they could take turns on my ass, get their week's worth of sexual frustration out, and I didn't have the headache of juggling a dozen schedules.

It was an instant success and it still goes on to this day.  The number of participants changes from week to week because of scheduling matters that can't be avoided, but in one Friday night I can get dicked by anywhere from 8 to 14 guys easy.  A story of one of those particular nights, however, is another story for another blog post.

Day One, Part Two

(Day One, Part One)

After my encounter with Tyler, I got a full five minutes of rest until I got a reply in my inbox from Trevor T., a cute 32-year-old engaged straight chubby guy with a decently thick, if not kinda stubby, dick, saying that he was ready for a visit.  He was going to be free in about ten minutes and wanted to know if he could still come over.  I was still in my just-got-fucked high, so I readily agreed and told him to just come in when he got here and meet me in the bedroom.

I met Trevor through a mutual friend of ours, Chris B., during one of my Bring a Friend nights a few months ago.  Trevor had never "interacted sexually with a man before," his words, but Chris had convinced him that he had to try it at least once before he got married.  Like Chris, Trevor is engaged to a woman who knows nothing about this side of him, which I find exceedingly erotic.  Oh the things she and I could talk about, if we ever met.  

It took Trevor about 20 minutes to get to my place.  In the meantime, I had received an email from the other lunch-guy, Simon F., who would be available in about an hour or so.  I was in the bedroom when I heard the door open and shut.  Even after doing this sort of thing for a long time now, my hole still tightens when the suspense just gets to be too much.  It knew that the guy making those sounds was here to penetrate it, shove his cock deep inside of it until he couldn't take anymore and cum while still inside of me.  The prospect of it, though just happening not an hour before, excited both me and my body.

I wasn't blindfolded like I was for Tyler, but I couldn't see the door to my bedroom because I was facing the opposite direction, face-down on my belly on the bed.  I was completely naked and still lubed up from my encounter before.  I remember at first, during the Bring a Friend night when I originally met Trevor, that he was weirded out by his dick touching other guys' cum.  But nowadays, he actually prefers it.  He says it makes everything slide better.

I heard him unbuckling his belt just a few feet behind me.  I could also smell that really bad-smelling cologne he's always using.  Oh well.  I never expected to have only really hot top regulars.  I could hear the ruffle of his shirt as he took it up over his head and threw it on the bed beside me.  

"Hey," he said.

"Hey."

"How are you?"

"Fine, you?"

"Good... How many loads you have inside you?"

"Just one."

"Good enough.  Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

He's a talker.

"I haven't cum in three days."

"Good."

Awkward silence.

Then, almost to make up for the strange moment between us, he quickly moved his stocky legs over to the bed, crawled on top of me and slid his dick in between my butt cheeks.  The initial suddenness of everything took my off guard and my hole protested his dick's entry.  But quickly I relaxed and let him have full access to every inch of my insides.  He started out with slow, short thrusts and quickly moved into a rhythm of moderately quick, long pumps.  He's a heavy-breather during sex, and with his mouth down to about my head, I could hear every inhale and every exhale.  

He rested his chest against the top of my back to gain leverage to pump my ass.  I could feel the small patch of hair of his chest rubbing against my back just enough to make me know it was there.  Within a few minutes I could hear him begin to fully pant in my ear.

"How's your day going?"

"Fine," I answer.

"Many guys lined up?"

"A few."

"I wish I could come back arou--."

He stopped mid-sentence when his dick popped out of my ass.  He reached down and pushed it back in, getting a rhythm going again.

"Oops, sorry.  I wish I could come back for another round later tonight."

"That would be nice."

"I'll have to see what the little missus -- oh, I'm close."

"Ok."

"Are you ready?  Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want it?"

"Yeah," I said.

With a couple short but very powerful thrusts that drove me into the bed, he came in my ass, squirting at least five times.  

"I wish my girl would let me fuck her like that," he said, pulling out of me, after a few seconds of recovery time, standing up, and reaching for the towel at the foot of the bed.  "I'd fuck her every day of the week if she would."

He wiped himself clean for a minute and got dressed.

"Hey, mind if I just run quick?  I have a meeting in about a half hour."  Usually Trevor will stick around after a fuck and talk to me about his day.  With Simon potentially on the way over as we spoke, I was none too saddened to see him leave early.

"Nah, that's fine."

"Ok, thanks again."

"No problem," I said, waiting until I heard the door click behind him before I got up to check my email.

Day One, Part One

Like I said earlier, today was the start of what I hope to be a year long chronicle of every dude that fucks me.  Whenever I got home from hanging out with Adam, I opened up my inbox and started to send out emails to as many guys as I could think of.  In the end, I sent out about fifteen messages and got ten replies.  Three told me that they couldn't meet today right off the bat.  Three wanted to come over, but they couldn't until after work.  Two wanted to come over during their lunch breaks, and one wanted to come over immediately.  One poor fellow tried to make time to make it to my place during the day, but we ran out of options and he had to go home to his wife.  We're going to try for tomorrow.

The guy who could come over immediately (and I do mean within 20 minutes) was Tyler N., a 27-year-old doctoral student at the nearby university.  He's a slender guy with the outline of abs, a bit of hair at his chest and a slight happy trail that runs from halfway between his pecs and his belly button down to his neatly groomed bush.  He's been fucking me since about Thanksgiving of last year when we met through a Craigslist posting I had up about stuffing a turkey.  He lives about a 10-minute walk from me and was free until later that afternoon, so he responded first.

Knowing that he lives so close and that he was immediately interested, I replied to him and told him to come over.  The thing with Tyler is that our sessions never end quickly.  It's a process for him, and today was no different.  When he got to my place, I was ready for him in the living room, on my knees in front of the couch, completely naked and blindfolded.  From what I could tell, he walked into my apartment and came into the living room, stripping along the way, and sat down on the couch in front of me.  The television was already on and tuned into ESPN, just the way he likes.  I sucked him for a good ten minutes, taking my time and making love to his seven-inch dick.  When he's ready to move to the next level, he pushes my head gently away from his dick and he takes me by the hand, leading me out of the room and down to the hallway to my bedroom.  Once there, I lie down on the bed, belly down, and waited for him to lube up.

Usually, like a vast majority of the guys who fuck me, Tyler likes it when I am face-down on the bed so that he can crawl on top of me and rail me into the bed.  This is how it normally happens.  But today he pulled me toward the side of the bed until my feet were touching the floor and I was bent at the waist so that my best and face were still on the bed.  He got behind me and grabbed onto my hips, rather quickly pushing his slightly-thicker than average dick deep into my ass.  Some guys will push halfway in or so and pull out some to ease the rest in.  Not Tyler.  He pushed the entire length of his dick into my ass until his swinging ball sack slapped against my cheeks.  Then as quickly as he pushed in, he pulled out in entirety just to start the process over again.  This time when he got the full way in, he started pumping my ass.  Moderately slow at first, but then he quickly picked up steam.  Before I knew it, he was pounding my ass with his dick.  The forward motion made me slip up along the bed, only to have him pull me closer to him again so he could shove in and find exactly how deep my ass goes.

From my hips, his hands would roam up my back, getting to my shoulders where he'd hold on and push me toward him as he pushed himself into me.  Then he'd set his fingernails along my back and scrape the whole way down to my ass, where he'd hold onto my hips again.  Several times he pulled my hair and tugged so strongly that I could have seen directly above me if my eyes hadn't been blindfolded.

I could tell when he was getting close after roughly ten minutes of this by his short, quickened pumps in and out of my ass.  He kept this up for only a little bit until I could hear his shallow breathing through the cloth that was wrapped around my head to cover my eyes.  At the last possible second, he pulled out and came his hot, creamy jizz on my ass, shooting straight for the hole where he quickly started shoving his dick into again to push all of his fiery hot cum into my hole.  After he was satisfied that he got it all in, he pumped my bred ass for another minute or so until he pulled completely out and walked out of the room.

I waited until I didn't hear him getting dressed anymore and heard the door at the end of the hallway open and close.  I then took off my blindfold and surveyed the bed -- soaked.  It was a great start to my afternoon.  One great first fuck and one load in my ass.  It could only get better.

My First Post

Who am I?  My name is Tyler Brooks, and I am 19 years old.  I have been wanting to start a blog like this for quite awhile now, but it wasn't until this afternoon that I truly put a lot of thought toward it.  I'm gay, and I love sex.  So I always wanted to write a blog about the sex that I'm having and the sex that I wish I was having.  This afternoon over coffee, my friend Adam and I were discussing this dream of mine when he was pushing me to start this blog and wanting me to add an unexpected twist.  He suggested that I keep track of all the guys who fuck me, how many times they fuck me, and see what my numbers are by the end of one year.

I've always been one to grab a new task by the horns and tackle it to the ground, so the minute I got home (I didn't even take off my shoes!) I got into my email and I started sending out notes to a bunch of guys who you might safely call regulars, asking them to come over and help me have something to write about on my blog.  Many of them were very happy to get away from work at lunch, or stop by on their way home from work, or even head over to my place from their homes immediately.  What happened today is going to be my next post, but suffice it to say that I had a great time and I can't wait to share with everyone a day in my life, every day, for the next year.

There will be some of you who don't agree with what I'm doing.  To you, I respect your decisions in life, so please respect mine.  Different point of views are absolutely welcome on this site, but I won't stand for taking things too far.  I don't have a problem banning people who can't control themselves.  To the rest of you who are just interested in this little year-long experiment, I hope you enjoy.  Please get in contact with me as much as possible.  I take suggestions, I take advice, and I don't mind making a friend.  So let the blog begin!