Gene's 2nd Experience with Anal

Alane's tender kiss and embrace after Michael withdrew from me, echoed in my mind for days. I couldn't stop replaying it. Her smiling face as she watched another man's penis stretch my anus, Ed's teasing remark, the sight of my own load splattering across the floor as Michael unleashed himself into me. Each step I took, each movement slightly faster than usual, brought the phantom sensation of that large penis and the lingering trickle of his ejaculate. Normally, this would have embarrassed me.

However, instead, it caused my penis to harden at random moments throughout the day. A week later, Alane informed me that the group of friends would be visiting again. "Only Ed, Michael, and Tyrone tonight," she said before kissing the corner of my mouth. "I want you here. Completely here." I nodded. My throat felt like sandpaper.

They arrived after sundown. Alane was already naked on the bed, riding Ed's face while Michael and Tyrone stripped. Both men were large, muscular, and at least partially erect. I remained standing near the dresser with a drink in hand, observing Alane's hips undulate as Michael and Tyrone stroked their own penises while watching her.

Michael noticed my gaze and winked. "You still thinking about last week, Gene?" I didn't reply. My penis was already bulging beneath my shorts. Tyrone, who was taller and darker than Michael and slightly more massive than Michael, looked me over and let out a low laugh. "Ed said your husband liked it. True?" Alane lifted her head from Ed's face, her lips glistening. "He did. He had a hands-free orgasm while Michael was buried deep inside of him." She beckoned me with a finger. "Come here, baby. Show them."

I walked towards them. Michael took the drink from my hand and placed it on the dresser. Next, he hooked his fingers through the waistband of my shorts and lowered them. My penis immediately popped out of my shorts, already dripping. Tyrone approached me closely, wrapped a massive hand around my penis, and gave it two slow rubs. "Pretty white boy," he mumbled. "We're going to tear apart your tight little ass tonight."

They didn't rush. Alane stayed on the bed with Ed while Michael and Tyrone took turns working me over. Michael dropped to his knees and began to suck my penis while Tyrone knelt behind me, separating my buttocks with both hands, spitting on my rectum and rubbing the saliva into it with his thumb.

As Tyrone inserted his thumb into my anus, I moaned and reflexively pushed back against it. Tyrone chuckled. "Yeah. He remembers."

They moved me to the edge of the bed. Alane scooted closer so she could watch better. Ed continued to eat her while she stroked his penis and watched me. Michael climbed onto the bed, laid on his back, and pulled me down so I was straddling his hips, facing him. His penis, already covered in lube, nudged my rectum. "Sit on it," he instructed. I lowered myself onto his penis. The tip stretched me again, that familiar burning sensation, followed by a lengthy slide until I was seated firmly on his testicles. Michael's hands grabbed my waist. He thrust upward twice rapidly, causing me to gasp.

Tyrone climbed onto the bed next, knelt before me, and pushed his heavier penis into my mouth. I choked slightly, then opened wide. Behind me, Michael began to fuck aggressively with steady, forceful strokes that forced my body forward onto Tyrone's penis. Alane's muffled cries mingled with the wet sounds of Ed's tongue and the rhythmic slapping of Michael's hips against my buttocks. "Look at him," Alane whispered. "My husband stuffed at both ends."

Tyrone held my head and fucked my throat while Michael fucked my ass. Each time Michael penetrated fully into me, I experienced an overwhelming sensation that caused my own penis to bounce and drip onto Michael's abdomen. I did not touch myself. I did not require it.

They exchanged positions. Tyrone withdrew from my mouth, Michael removed me from his penis, and they placed me on my hands and knees. Tyrone moved behind me. He was thicker. The stretching sensation was more intense this time. I clenched the sheet and continued to push back against Tyrone until his testicles pressed against me. "Fuck," Tyrone said. He began to pound rapidly pumping on me harder, deeper, longer strokes that caused the entire bed to vibrate.

Alane crawled closer, reached beneath me, and stroked my dripping penis in synchronization with Tyrone's thrusts. Once again, I reached climax first. No hand on my penis -- only Alane's gentle fingers and the relentless penis in my rectum. My load erupted across the sheets while Tyrone continued to fuck through my contractions. He laughed when he sensed me contracting around him. "There it is. Cum on that black dick, boy."

Tyrone's climax didn't occur until after mine. He drove deeply into me, paused for a moment, and then unleashed a torrent of ejaculate into me. I felt every pulse. Once he withdrew from me, Michael replaced him without giving me time to recover. New lube, another penis stretching me open, additional ejaculate pushed into the mess already residing within me.

Michael fucked me more violently than the first time -- short, brutal strokes that expelled more of Tyrone's ejaculate around his penis. He climaxed with a low groan and remained buried within me until he relaxed. I collapsed onto my stomach, panting heavily, feeling the warm flow of two loads seeping down my testicles. Alane crawled over to me, kissed the nape of my neck, and whispered, "I am once again very proud of you." She then rolled me onto my back, straddled my face, and forced me to eat her while Ed fucked her from behind. I tasted both her and Ed while the ejaculate continued to seep from my well-used anus. Later, after all three men had completed their activities with Alane and she lay limp between them, Michael and Tyrone returned to me one final time. They did not fuck me again. Alane watched and smiled. Once they departed, Alane led me to the shower. She gently washed me, then pressed two fingers into my sore anus and felt the slimy mess still present within. "This will be regular now," she stated quietly. "You understand that, don't you?" I nodded against her shoulder. My penis twitched despite having ejaculated. She kissed me. "Good. Because next time there will be even more of them." I closed my eyes and felt the water cascading down my back, felt her fingers still present within me, and knew she was correct. The night Michael first entered me was not a single event. It was only the beginning.