Slutty Judge Finale: Bachelor Party

A lot in my life changed since Carlton chose to become my partner. I retired from the bench, I sold my waterfront home in Portsmouth, Virginia, and my status as a grandpa multiplied with three additional little ones. Life couldn't be any sweeter until Carlton claimed he wanted to make an honest man out of me. He proposed to me while we were on vacation in Europe, enjoying a beautiful day cruise on an exquisite pontoon as it roamed the Adriatic Sea. I was enjoying the wine and a croissant when he kneeled in front of 20 others, five of whom are our closest friends.

"Let's do it, Steve," were his words exactly.

I was speechless.

I said to myself years prior when I divorced that I wouldn't remarry. I loved my ex-wife, and still fell somewhat singed from our dissolvement though we remained friends, and met each other's significant others. My world seemed to flash before my eyes as he opened the little box with the platinum ban inside. I was stuck, and looked into his eyes as he became worried before I blurted a vehement "yes!" The crowd roared in joy as there was a violinist in the background scraping his wand wildly to make happy music. He got off his knee, we smooched in front of everyone, and it was set: I was getting married to someone I loved deeply once again.

It apparently was meant for a slut like me to be in a certified union. After all, I hadn't been with anyone else sexually in two years since Carlton met all of my needs that I could ever desire. Carlton knew how to fuck me, he knew how to suck me, and above all, he knew me the same as I knew him in our self-forming monogamy. That night we made blissful love, and the days leading to returning to Norfolk felt as if we both were floating on clouds. I couldn't wait to share the news with my family and friends, and he felt the same, as we did nothing but reflect joy in the hearts of those who loved us most. We agreed to take time planning a date for a ceremony, for we were prepared to accommodate everyone who wanted to attend. We would wait nine months, which was a time when all of whom we wanted to come, could be under the same roof to watch this special moment.

"You sure you wanna get married to me," he asked me three weeks before we were to tie the knot.

I wondered if he had cold feed after all the planning we accomplished.

"No cold feet," he assured me.

He brought up something that made me think long and hard about whether I was to marry him.

"Is it out of your system," he asked.

"What," I replied as we were laying in bed.

"You done slutting around for folks," he asked as we faced each other.

He was supposed to receive a quick "yes" from me as I initially thought I was done being a trick. I froze like a deer in headlights, confused by his inquiry when it should've been a slam dunk answer.

"Steven," he said.

"Yes," I said.

"How many fingers am I holding up," he asked as he tried to reel me back into the present moment. "I heard you while you were sleeping, and it didn't seem as if you got it out of your system, honey."

He woke up before me on this particular morning, and heard me "enjoying" a hot rendezvous in my sleep. We both were in France, on another European vacation when the two of us made it to a bar. The place happened to be full of horny men, and somehow he and I scored a guy, an African guy, to take back to our hotel room. Carlton and I both worked the guy, with Carlton sucking his cock as the guy ate my ass. The guy, a young, slender gentleman only an inch or two taller than me, had a thick accent to match his beautiful, long thick cock. The guy ate me so good I begged to get fucked, and he delivered, causing orgasm after orgasm much better than my partner who was watching. I remembered not being able to control my moans, perhaps what Carlton heard as he watched me sleep. I recalled the guy making me cum hands-free from my cock as I laid on my side, hitting my prostate better than any man I allowed to venture inside of me.

"I don't think I'm done," I admitted to Carlton as I expected him to cancel our engagement.

"Honey, please."

He climbed out of bed and gave the initial response I expected. He ran into his study, and sulked the rest of the day while I was marinating in misery. I texted and called out apologies all damned day as he kept me at bay. He had me thinking we were done, and in my head I already planned to call the movers, as well as a realtor when he interrupted those thoughts as I sat in the living room.

"Bachelor party," he said.

He stood in front of me with a stoic look as he was serious with his words.

"One more hall pass," he said. "And I have to provide the invites."

I smiled, and began rattling off a bunch of names as he let down his wall in front of me.

"No no," he said. "I am choosing who to invite to the party."

I was confused, yet still happy he chose to talk to me. He walked closer, and I got off the couch to meet him as we grabbed hands and kissed.

"I forgive you, but you've gotta get this thing in you, out of your system," he said to me.

I knew what he meant, and deep down, I still fantasized of other men, but was sure I wouldn't cheat on him. My high sex drive showed in my dreams, and though Carlton met my every need, I still recollected on past encounters. Whether it been in my former waterfront home, or me getting bent over in a hotel facing the Elizabeth River, I had some very sultry times. Carlton of course fucked and sucked me on his boat in the same waterway, for that was one of my top moments of sleaze in all of my 60-plus years of living. He wanted to invite certain people for he had a naughty wish of his own I'd learn, and later in the early evening, we had glasses of whiskey as we sat together to make a list of who didn't mind a "naughty environment."

"Pete, Chris and Dave," Carlton uttered.

All three of them were fellow lawmen, with Pete being a sheriff in Chesapeake, while Chris and Dave were still incumbents on local benches.

"Rick and Paul," I replied.

We rambled a long list of names of distinguished men we knew wouldn't mind "getting down" with us. The short and stout Pete was someone I'd blown for years, while Chris had been trying for awhile to fuck me raw, and Dave used to eat me out on occasion. Rick and Paul were two middle aged, married firemen who I'd known Carlton to fuck on occasion.

"Between this whiskey, and you thinking about tricking me out one time, I'm getting super horny," I told Carlton before we came out of our clothes.

The drunken-fueled lust gave way to a "69," and the two of us swallowed each other as we tried planning this event. When we finished, we made a group chat to include us and all the names mentioned, with Carlton providing details of an exclusively private bachelor party to be held in our home.

"I'm hiring Storm," he texted.

"And who is that," most of the men asked before Carlton explained this tall, chocolate drop.

Storm was a nursing student, a six-foot-four stripper whom Carlton knew initially from past legal proceedings. Carlton was able to keep the handsome guy out of jail, on the condition Tyrone, the real name of Storm, kept his nose clean, and ascended to greater heights. Carlton happened to be on Grindr one evening when he came across the stud, and the stud graciously would tease Carlton of photos of himself, both clothed and nude, as he felt he owed it to Carlton.

"Booze and vittles will be provided, but this is the main attraction," Carlton stated.

The magnificent man was built like a brick house in his hairless frame. He looked the part of a professional football player, with his massive, muscular chest and arms, and the hardest six pack I'd ever seen. Carlton claimed that Storm was a top, but judging from the photos he shared in the group chat, he looked anything but.

"Nice ass," I remember Pete texting in the group chat.

We all felt the same, until Carlton showed pictures of Storm's massive cock, and suddenly the group chat became quiet.

"So we can agree on the entertainment," Carlton asked.

All thumbs up emojis littered the chat, and Carlton released other details as he was texting confirmation from Storm. Two weeks later on a Saturday, Carlton and I were decorating our living room, preparing for the group to come when I asked him a question:

"Are you sure about this?"

He smirked, and asked me the same thing as he wondered if I was having cold feet.

"We don't have to do this right now," he said.

"I want to. I do," I reaffirmed as I began to worry suddenly about the coming days.

He came to me, grabbed my arms, and gave me a reassuring kiss to show he was more than ready.

"I want you for the rest of my life," he said. "But tonight, and tonight only, you're up for grabs."

The partygoers came hours later, with each of them coming into our living room with a gift, a hug, and good vibes. Carlton reminded them to get comfortable, and when the last guest arrived, I stepped outside for a minute, trying to take in all that was about to happen.

"I'm getting married. I'm fucking, getting married," I blurted as the night sky was starting to approach.

I looked up at the stars, and had a recollection of all that happened over the years, from my former marriage, to me bending over for random men. This night would be the precursor to the rest of our lives. I was having fun one last time, having the type of bachelor party that might've been forbidden for most pending unions. My mind pivoted to Carlton, and all his perfections as he was truly my soulmate. I shed a couple of tears, then wiped my face and smiled, before walking back into the house for a nice surprise.

"Welcome to the party," a naked Pete yelled as he saw me come through the front door.

"You're a tad overdressed," yelled Chris, as his erect cock was oozing precum as he stood feet from me, sipping a beer.

Carlton, as well as the rest of the men, was naked when he came to me with a beer and kiss.

"Gotta get ready," he said in my ear.

I rushed to come out of my clothes, then placed them near the staircase, before sitting between Rick and Paul on the couch. Carlton, with his steel hard prick in full view, walked over as he had his phone in his right hand.

"Smile for the camera," he said as the three of us sat arm in arm.

"Just wanted to catch all three of my favorite bottoms together."

"But I'm the best," I said to him, as the other two playfully grabbed my nipples.

Carlton grabbed a remote to our stereo system in order to play some 80's and 90's music. I'd soon smell marijuana smoke, then I was passed a joint from Paul, as I took a puff and exhaled in his face for a "shotgun." When he finished inhaling, he and I started kissing while Rick looked on. We stopped, and the party was in full swing as most of the guys were dancing, drinking and having a good time. The party was in full swing when minutes later I heard our doorbell ring. Someone cut down the music, and I watched Carlton walk to the front door as he allowed a Storm to come inside. The two slapped five, and Carlton led the guy clad in all black leather to the front of us, as he introduced us.

"So who's the lucky bottom getting married in a few days," Storm asked the group.

I happened to sit in the middle of everyone, and Carlton, now with remote in hand, turned on the music as C & C Music Factory was playing. Carlton disappeared from view, and the other guys removed themselves from near me as they wanted to enjoy the show. Storm got undressed, dropping his leather jacket and pants, but keeping his leather eight point on his head before stepping forward to me. My jaw dropped when I saw that thick cock swinging the way it did. I said to myself "this can't be real" as he came closer, and I'd feel the precum drooling from his tip as it landed on my forehead. He pumped his gorgeous body to the music, and the catcalls from the guys as they were obviously enjoying the show of me being teased by this man. His thick cock slapped my nose a few times, and I tried to grab it to suck, only for Carlton to grab my arms from behind.

"Look, but don't touch," Carlton said to me in my ear.

He held on to my arms as Storm's big balls were gracing my mustache. I loved his masculine scent, and wanted nothing more than to suck it off of his fabulous nuts. Storm stepped back, then bent over to grab his ankles as every man in the room gawked at his pretty, pink hole. Storm called for two to come to him, and it would be Rick and Paul, as they sandwiched him while they danced in front of us.

Rick, in his bearded, chubby fame, bent to his knees as he was behind Storm. Paul, more on the slim, hairy side, bent to his knees the same, and Storm did a few moves to where he teased the duo the same way he teased me. Pete came to sit on the couch beside me as he was on my left, while Dave got situated to my right. I looked into Dave's blue eyes, then he pressed his lips to mine as I closed my eyes, and felt his tongue in my mouth. Pete was behind me, fondling my tits, then sucking the left side of my neck as these two were engaged with me. I briefly opened my eyes to see Storm being rimmed and sucked simultaneously. Carlton switched the music to slow rhythm and blues, and turned the lights lower as now we had a full blown orgy taking place.

"This is what you needed," Pete uttered as he pulled on my nipples.

I slapped his hand away not because of the pain, but playing with my nipples surely was the quickest way to make me cum. Dave stopped kissing me, slapped my face, then directed me to open my mouth as he would release a wad of his spit. Dave was the type of man who'd eat me so good, and I'd do whatever he requested. He told me to get on my knees, and I'd do just that before I found myself surrounded by four of the seven men.

"Now go ahead, and get it all the way out of your system," Carlton said to me as he stood nearby.

Storm's big cock was in front of me, and this time I could touch it, so I gripped it with both hands. I licked the massive tip, realizing his cock was indeed real, before struggling trying to get my lips around it. I attempted in throating his massive meat for a couple of minutes before I turned to suck on Pete. I recalled Pete's savory precum as I compared it to coconut due to its subtle, sweet flavor. I slurped his little cock pretty good until he'd pulled away, and pushed my face to Chris, and his massive, Cherokee-bred cock as he, too, was leaking pretty badly.

"I was hoping one of these days, you'd give me some pussy," he said as I gobbled his pretty cock.

Chris, who looked Caucasian, had a dark, orange-like cock with a slight curve. I was amplified in trying to get him off, as for years, he and I never fucked. He tried his best to keep from climaxing, but he couldn't stop fantasizing of pounding my fat, daddy ass. He screamed, and pulled his cock from my mouth to jack off a good nut that plastered my face in "x-fashion."

"My turn," Dave said as he moved in front of Chris.

I gorged on Dave's stubby cock due to how he used to rim me. Dave claimed he wanted to fuck me, but took more pleasure in licking me, and fingering me until he'd make me cum. Dave and I met many moons prior on a regular basis, and he would do me either at my place, or some hotel, for he was married with a live-in wife. Dave was getting his tasty, white cock sucked by me for the first time, and I would hear smooching, only to open my eyes to see Storm and Carlton making out. Carlton cut his eye down at me, and I grabbed his massive cock while he and Storm were going at it.

"Focus," Dave demanded as he slapped my chin a few times, but not hard enough not to stroke my man as I kept slurping him.

I bobbed my head, then noticed he and Pete kissing, so I grabbed Pete's cock, finding myself jerking two sausages at once. I had three moaning, and three on edge as Pete would cum first as he blasted a nut to the right side of my face. Dave took over and started fucking my mouth, while Carlton pulled his cock away from me, as now my hands were at Dave's hips. I took the abuse of his thick pelvis pounding my face, with his pubes brushing against my nostrils as he whimpered, and let loose of his cum on my tongue. I moaned as I willfully took every drop of sperm from his cock. He pulled back, and now Carlton was calling for the "grande finale" as he wanted to fuck me in front of everyone else.

"And I'll fuck these other two bitches," Storm said to Rick and Paul, before Paul interjected, stating he couldn't take any cock.

"I'd rather watch," he said before I would crawl to another part of the floor.

Carlton left the room for a moment, and I'd stay back to witness Rick successfully sucking off Storm. Storm's massive arms were folded as he looked down at the inferior Rick. Rick's eyes were closed, and his own cock was dripping on the floor as he was in heaven doing Storm. Carlton came back with a jar of Vaseline, and slathered a bit of it on his cock before handing the jar to Storm.

"Get over here," Carlton said to me as he wanted me at his feet.

I crawled over, and turned my body around to where my ass was facing him. I spread my cheeks wide, and made my hole pucker as he was preparing to plunge inside of me. Rick would do the same as me, and I'd hear Storm's heavy footsteps as Rick and I were literally about to be fucked side by side. Paul got under Rick, and Rick sucked his cock just as I felt Carlton's stiff cock entering me. I moaned immediately once that cock tip hit my rosebud. We were a natural fuck, for my hole clung to his thick meat despite him pushing it in with such force. I kept my ass cheeks open as he dipped in and out of me completely. One minute he was in deep, the next minute he was all the way out, for he knew that triggered massive orgasms. Rick was cringing as Storm was pounding him wildly. I looked at Rick as he bobbled his head on Paul's cock, his eyes closed as he now let go of his ass to give Storm complete control. I swore to Carlton that he was landing that cock in new places I never knew it existed. He used those agile hips to churn it inside of me, knocking my bottom loose to constantly have me creaming as he delivered.

"Let go of them cheeks," he said as he commenced pounding me harder, and Storm was doing the same as Rick couldn't keep quiet even with dick in his mouth.

Paul was getting close as he couldn't take another second. Rick's pretty lips attached nicely to his cock, and the sounds of two fat asses getting pounded by two black men took him over the top as he came in Rick's mouth. Storm and Carlton turned it into a contest to see how hard they could pound the both of us. Carlton had me gripping the floor as I was loving the blows he gave my prostate. Paul pulled away from under Rick right before Rick and I started French kissing. We both were in love with the cocks. We both were getting our insides pummeled, and couldn't stop climaxing from the pressure. Storm showed he had less stamina, as he grunted, and I'd hear his cum land on Rick's back.

"I'm breeding you, bitch," Carlton warned me a minute before I felt his hot nut shoot against my walls.

Rick laid flat, and I'd see Storm laying on top of him, while Carlton pulled out of me, then slapped my ass.

I ended up laying flat, too, then went over to Rick as he and I engaged in sloppy French kissing.

"You were hot," he said before I repeated the same back to him.

Storm got off of Rick, and the other guys came to help me and Rick up, before we all had a group hug.

"Congratulations," Storm said to me and Carlton before he stepped away to go to the bathroom.

Storm would end up leaving, but the rest of the men spent the night as we all had too much to drink. We reminisced a bit, and bonded even more as the group saluted me and Carlton for tying the knot. We'd all fall asleep, and Carlton made everyone breakfast and coffee the next morning, as we had more bonding time. The guys would eventually leave together, right before Carlton and I retreated for a lewd shower. He wanted more ass, but my saturated hole was sore from the pounding he gave the night before. I got on my knees, and blew my man until he came down my throat, and before I pledged to him that I had no sexual feelings for any other man.

"No more bachelor parties," I joked with him as we embraced after the shower.

I thanked him for choosing me, as this was the precursor to the rest of our lives together. This "Slutty Judge" was retired in more ways than one, and I was more than satisfied.

The end.