Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2023 08:28:10 +0000 From: Barcya Subject: Spring Rain Remember, donate to Nifty if you can and keep this service going! This following is based on recent real life experiences. Darragh and me watched the floor-show, butt naked except for PVC jockstraps, knobs out. The lads hired for the evening wrestled in the centre of the room, dripping in oil, their lean, muscular young torsos and immaculate and pert pearly white young arses turning in an kaleidoscope of hot flesh. This was how we did house parties with all the stops removed. All the stops, save of course for the occasional doggy tail butt-plug we middle aged animals inserted to humiliate ourselves before these young boy-gods we drafted in for the evening's entertainment. One or two of our colleagues from our respective firms were there with us as usual for these carnal events. It was at my place again. There were 8 of us, excluding the young lads. These latter were four escorts aged between 18 and 23. Fit young jocks (or what are now known as twunks). We were just like them back in the day, some 20years ago. Unfortunately for us, back then was well before the era of cam-boy shows, or we could have made a pile. But no point in reminiscing right now. We are two blokes in our 40s, with some of our workplace acquaintances also getting long in the tooth, here at my gaff to enjoy some serious fun; ass, whips, young lads and ritual degredation. I waft some poppers under Darragh's nose as we're watching and stroking. He inhales deeply. I then seize his nipples "get on the floor bitch!" I command my old mate "show me that sagging fuckin ass of yours!" Darragh obeys. Our other guests are also getting into the spirit of this affair. The lads performing our little floorshow stop and watch us, audibly snickering as they watch us old queens beginning to get it on. Well they might. They are stunningly hot young things. When not so employed, they could get anything they wanted. Just like we middle aged dudes did at their age. They certainly wouldn't choose to be surrounded by our aging flesh. But they're here for a job, and besides -- we don't object to them laughing at us; that's part of the fun. We want to feel totally humiliated by these young studs. On his hands and knees now, Darragh reaches out to touch the glistening ass cheeks of one of our young friends. The lad smacks his hand away, giggling "get the fuck out of it dad!" he chortles. Having taken a deep whiff of the poppers myself, I'm ready to scold Darragh for this impudence. I slap him across the face. "get your fucking mouth around my cock you dirty old fucking bitch!" I growl This is Darragh, once an absolute stunner, a onetime porn model like myself. Now a plump, pink, sweaty, scanty haired perv. Not that I'm any different. As Darragh gets to work on my schlong, one of the lads moves to put me in my place "Yeah, dad. Fucking you and all! Get your old minging face into my fresh young asshole. I bet you want that, don't you dad?" He grips my nipples and directs me, wailing in pleasure and pain to the floor. Darragh momentarily breaks off his engagement. He quickly positions himself around my rear. As I am directed to insert my face into this young hottie's gloriously sweltering ass crack, Darragh does the same with mine. I'm pretty sure I'm getting a better meal. I launch into thoroughly tonguing this sweaty, savoury boyhole. I remember when w didn't have to employ these fit young gods and humiliate ourselves for this kind of banquet. But enough about that. Here we are. It tastes so good! "no fucking way you puttin that pathetic thing up me arse dad!" laughs my young master as I disengage and make moves to replace my tongue with my dong. "here, I'll do you a favour" he barks humourously to me as he grabs my ears and twists me to lie flat on the floor beneath him. He himself then squats over my face and delivers a dreadful sticky fart right on me before fully sitting down. I wriggle in discomfort, but only briefly. I deserve to be here in this position; I'm a saggy middle aged fart. I have to know my place in the presence of such rippingly hot young stuff. I work away between my legs furiously as the lads joke about us and mock our old bodies. "go on now dad, you can do it !" I hear the owner of the asshole on my face guffaw. He lets another one slip. My mouth if full of the taste of massage oil, musky jock hole sweat and a twunks gas. Bliss. I cum like a spring deluge!