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A Basket With Balls is Not Basketball, Part Two

by Freddy N. Willing


We found Santa Barbara a modern and beautiful city full of Spanish style buildings. The main thoroughfare is State Street that runs from the harbor through the downtown area and up to the foothills. We followed the drive along the ocean to where the university was.

I was proud of Joe for he had planned the trip well. On the Internet, my friend had chatted with a guy in a gay chat room who told him of this hotel near the university where we could get two rooms for the night with three beds in each room; it was not the five star hotel you see on television nor even a four star hostelry, but it was clean and no one seemed to care that this all male party was invading the premises. I even sensed a feeling that we were being appraised with approval by some of the lobby crowd,

Being so close to the university, I guess the management was used to having all male parties signing in. There was certainly no reason to wonder about our party, as every one of us was well mannered and quiet.

After Joe had resumed driving, he had brought up the subject that had been left hanging most of the afternoon. My getting fucked by the gang.

I guess I started the subject by saying that it was not the best way to enjoy a bout of horizontal exercise by trying to do it in a crowd. “Freddy is right,” Joe spoke thoughtfully, “We will be in the hotel soon and those of you who are hot to trot, can do it in a nice clean bed.” After a slight pause, Joe continued, “Freddy will be in my room and you guys are perfectly welcome to come in, have a beer and throw my boy a good screwing. The only thing, is that you guys will have to be finished by two o’clock so we don’t disturbed the other guests.”

We checked in and were given two rooms at the rear of the parking lot and well away from the main building. I noticed that the bellboy the desk clerk sent over to show us the rooms was looking over our gang very carefully and I could almost hear his dick swelling in his yellow striped brown uniform pants. While none of the other boys seemed to notice, I gave the boy the gaydar eye and he then seemed to concentrate his attention on me. Asking for more soap and towels, I led the good-looking 18 or 19 farm-fresh kid into the bathroom. I told the bellboy that these guys are all str8 and curious guys. I quickly added that I was, up until then, the cocksucker and the handy fuck boy for the group. “WOW!” was all Franky, the bell boy, could say and then he added “You are sure one lucky cocksucker!” When I got the information that Franky was off duty at eight thirty, having come to work at noon, I offered to let him come back and help me service the bunch before they went to bed. The bellhop was pleased at my offer. I told him that he could take his pick of the guys while I would take those he left. I saw him eying the different guys who were changing into the clothes they were going to wear to dinner. I know he picked Joe as one of his choices but that was OK with me.

Before he left to return to the hotel desk, I reassured Franky that I would be in the room at eight thirty and we could set up the private orgy. Franky exclaimed “wild horses could not keep him from that appointment.

The gang went out to eat at a small diner some lady told Joe about and it turned out to be a good choice. The food was simple, good, and not expensive. The portions were like Mom would have put on our plate at home. All in all, the gang was feeling good but a little stuffed when we left the eatery. The rest of the guys stopped at a place where there were coin games. I told Joe to be in the room at eight forty five with the guys for the party. I hurried back to the room to be there well before eight thirty. At eight fifteen, I was in my white briefs, stripping the blankets off of two beds so they would not get cum spattered, when Franky called to see if I was there. When he told me he would be in the room as planned, I told him to bring a case of cold Buds and some cheese and crackers and I would pay him when he arrived. In case the guys wanted to watch the couplings of me and my partners and Franky and his partners, I placed all the available chairs around the beds.

Franky was in the room before I finished with the chairs. The bellboy quickly shed his clothes to his briefs also. As he helped me, the bellboy explained that the desk clerk was his brother-in-law and sent him to take care of some of the older types that came to the hotel for quick sex. Besides Franky there were two other hotel employees that could be sent to a guest to provide them with sex.. Some of these customers were professors and teachers in the university and a few were in administration. There were several store owners and other businessmen that Franky served when they arrived in the hotel after making arrangements with the desk clerk.

Our party was meant to be a bonus for taking care of all the less attractive men the bellboy had handled for the desk clerk. The money made over the hotel charges were split by Franky and his brother-in-law and was being invested in a nice home near the beach.

Of course, our party was not being charged for the sex with Franky and even the beer and food was being discounted.

Franky and I, in our white briefs played with each other’s dicks as we shared a Bud as we awaited our evening’s sexual partners. Our oral work was not intended to produce cum as we knew we had to be in the mood to be sexual servants Franky told me his story and I told him some of my experiences.

When Joe and the gang came in the room at the time I had told Joe to join us, they were surprised and very pleased at what was planned. As soon as we explained what they had in store, the bunch began to strip and soon we were all stark naked with very manly hard-ons that had both the bellboy and me salivating.

The bellboy, I think because he was new, proved to be very popular with our gang. Keith was first and after a little mouth work, Franky had him deep in his love hole and pumping away. Franky then started sucking Tommy’s eight-inch pencil dick and telling the boy how he was anticipating being fucked with the object of beauty were soon fucking him.

Knowing I would have Joe to myself all night, I got Ricky to enter me as I lay on my back with my legs around his back. The boy who was losing his cherry to me was quite comfortable as his friends encouraged him in his first anal venture.

Well, no need to go into all the details except to say our night before the game went very well. When Franky went home at twelve thirty, he was well satisfied and pleased especially when he got to fuck me before he left to the quiet cheers of the whole bunch. Joe was complimented again and again and he took the praise very well considering that he mainly just watched the party and stroked his manly prick the whole time. Finally, Joe did tell the gang that I had done the real work in setting up their pleasure party so they did give me a little cheer.

The morning of the basketball game, we all slept late and very well. We had a quick breakfast or rather brunch at the same friendly diner where we had dinner. The boys all wanted to tour the university grounds and I returned to the room and soaked for a couple hours. I had the duty to clear the rooms and pack the SUV and to check out.

Joe had asked me if I had wanted a ticket to the game and I declined. While Joe and the others were at the game, I cruised the restroom at the student union and was rewarded with two sessions with students who were not eye candy were at least dispensers of healthy servings of penis soup. The proof of my efforts was when both, separately, wanted to know where I had been when they had needed me and could they see me again. I did not bother to tell them I was from out of town.

We had checked out of the hotel at 1:30 and I gave Franky my address so he could come see me in Las Vegas. Therefore, the car was packed and ready to leave as soon as the gang came out of the arena.

Joe, Ricky and Keith were in the front seat of the SUV and Moose and Tommy were in the back with me. Moose was really upset because our team had lost the game by two points and he asked me if he could maybe fuck me as we headed back to Las Vegas. I, of course agreed and when the others saw how relaxed the boy from Montana was after our coupling they all wanted to try the same cure. Due to the cramped space, I was on my hands and knees in the dog position and Moose was the dog fucking me. Then Joe would have to stop so guys could change seats and a new dog would take over my tail hole.

Well, you do the math. Each time I was fucked took from eighteen to twenty miles. I took care of five distressed fans and that took over a hundred miles. Then Moose was pressed into driving while Joe took another nap and I was used as a cocksucker for the other three for most of another hundred miles. Finally, the boys fell asleep while I got next to Moose to keep him awake until we got to Barstow where we had a piss break and a bite to eat and hot coffee.

After Barstow, while Joe was driving again, I spent a good bit of time with Moose and he went to sleep while I was giving him his second blowjob. When they saw I was free, Ricky, Tommy and Keith all told me they needed another blowjob. Well, you know how young guys are.

When the guys were all dropped off at their dorms, Joe and I went on home. Joe told me he was very pleased with all I did and he was going to fuck me real good in appreciation. It was almost 5:00AM when I got in my own apartment well pleased and sleepy.

I do know that the gang in our SUV needed me because the team lost. What would it have been like if the team had won?


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