The comedown
The 1990s was a wonderful time to be young and alive. The dance music scene was my thing. Nights that started properly around midnight. The despairing looks as you were coming in just as some folk were starting their day. And the pills, oh the pills. Endless energy and heightened everything on the up and insomnia on the way back down. Which is kind of where this story picks up. I'd somehow come out of university with something half-decent, increasingly bizarrely landed a very decent job afterwards and was very much (for now anyway) embracing the live hard play hard lifestyle. I had my own flat all to myself and finally caught up with a mate i'd not seen in a couple of years from uni who had the same musical tastes as me, who was coming up from another part of the country to hit the town.
I'll spare you the full details of the night out but yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome. Good vibes, excellent sets, and an awful lot of eye candy to boot. We were basically hoofed out the place at the end, attempts at aiming particularly high to get a phone number or more off some particularly lovely ladies falling on its face despite some major effort. Hey ho, you win some and you lose some. We finally managed to grab a cab ride back to my place, sparing us the indignity of the night (or more like very early morning) bus ride.
We barrelled back into the flat at something like 5am. The sun was already threatening to come up but we were both a million miles away from sleep. Rob, my friend and now temporary flat mate, was slightly less experienced in the after-effects of pills and was trying to comprehend the ridiculously late finish and his current energy levels. "So you just crashing then?" he asked. "No, fuck all point in even trying at this stage. Fear not though, beer helps". He seemed quite receptive to the idea as I opened the fridge and broke some out. I stuck a mix CD on quietly of more chilled out tunes (quietly, so as not to piss of the neighbours that I mostly got along with). As my clothes were, shall we say, somewhat awash with perspiration due to dancing like an idiot for the last 5 hours I announced I was taking a shower. He took a seat in the lounge and when I left him I was flicking through what little telly was broadcasting at this ungodly hour.
The shower was both a really good and bad idea. The sweat was gone but it had woken me up slightly more than I considerably was already. It also did no favours for the post-pill horn and it was incredibly tempting just to knock one out there and then to the considerable amount of ladies from the club I had well deposited in my head. As host I somehow thought better of it and cut things short. I made my way back to the lounge via my bedroom, throwing on a pair of gym shorts and an unironed old t-shirt from a drawer as makeshift nightwear (I normally don't wear anything in bed).
I plonked myself down on the couch and was all ready to chat shit and Rob suddenly decided that a shower and change was a good idea and took off. He reappeared a few minutes later in actual nightwear but stuff actually intended to be such (basically a similar thigh length shorts and top combo). We chatted shit for a bit, broke out the next round of beers and clearly no one was turning in any time soon. He started working his way through a shelf full of DVDs. After a minute or two of him musing over a film choice I pointed out that there were some other titles available that I don't normally display in my lounge.
After a couple of minutes raiding the bottom of my bedroom cupboard I plonked down a pile of mostly unlabelled DVD cases. He opened a couple and then smiling said, "what would the house recommend?", as if fishing for the best fine wine in an unfamiliar restaurant. I picked a particular one out that I somehow know instantly from a particular chip out of the case and commented "this one usually ticks most boxes." I stuck it in the player, grabbed more drinks whilst the inevitable 2 minutes of ads/trailers you can't skip played out and settled down.
It was a flick i'd bought on one of too many Amsterdam trips and it did indeed tick a lot of boxes. So much so that I could basically quote you the minutes and seconds of running time for the very good bits. The setting is some hostel or something. Scene one opens with a couple out and about on some beach out of season (looks vaguely North Sea coast but I never figured out exactly where, although most the 'talent' in the movie at least look mostly eastern European). They end up meandering in the dunes and then his cock ends up meandering into her mouth.
What seems like several minutes of cock-sucking ensues (I always feel like the fellatio scenes in pornos drag on a little too long) and then it transitions to her partly bottomless (wearing nothing but what appears to be thick but crotchless tights) and already sinking herself onto his cock. Next change of position is her being taken doggy, the woollen tights have at least made their way down to her knees by this stage. It then moves to a kind of camera-friendly spoon and we finally get the first glimpse of her small but pert tits as her upper clothing is now bunched up under her armpits. Then a shift of camera angle and one of those shots where you're not 100% sure if hes doing up her up the arse or not. Then our pair reposition again and this time he very clearly now is firmly entrenched in her bum. Whilst hes smashing in the back door a pair of her immaculately manicured digits vanish inside her front. Eventually he pulls out and then empties a load all over her face. A nice natural finish, none of this stuff when you can tell they've edited it a bit as the bloke pulled out too soon and had to spend a couple of minutes getting over the line.
I never really rated the first scene that much (not terribly creative and no one actually gets fully naked, probably 7/10 at best) but Rob voiced approval. The next scene I thought was much better in comparison, and so it began. A brunette chick, impossibly cute flirting with some lad. Then he wanders off to do something and she meanders off for a bath. As the bath is running she is running her fingers through the water to check the temperature and giving off a daydreamy demeanour. She slips off her stuff (cracking little body) and settles into the bath and closes her eyes. It then moves into a dream sequence where the lad from before is with her on her a bed and working away at the nape of her neck. Clothes start to come off, its still fairly tame action but then cuts back to a shot from the bottom of her bath of one of her hands now exploring between her legs. Back to the imaginary bedroom and shes now feasting away on his cock, and in one sequence shes going at his bellend like its the sweetest lollipop ever made.
Back in my own real world, the lingering horny side-effects of earlier were in full swing with the added visual stimulus. Although I believed fully in my beer and porn plan as the best post-club comedown therapy, the small problem with this versus other times was I now had company and the other usual key therapy component (i.e. wanking yourself silly on the sofa to the point of risking an embarrassing sprain) was therefore compromised. I shifted a little on the sofa so as to conceal the somewhat tented nature of the shorts i'd thrown on earlier. Glancing over, Rob likely had the same issues. The more pressing matter though was I really needed a piss. I discretely adjusted myself upwards, then got up a scuttled off to the bathroom.
Taking a piss with wood is always a tricky affair but I managed to wrestle things in the right direction (although a silvery trail of precum as it came out of my pants betrayed just how worked up I was) and hit the target first time. It was tempting to just crack one off into the toilet or the sink and take the edge of things but I decided to ride it out. I flushed, adjusted myself and headed back in.
Knowing tonights main feature very well i'd not missed all that much and it was still flitting between the girl wanking in the bath and getting fucked silly by her crush. I clocked Rob's right hand had vanished beneath his waistband as I entered the room. He removed it, but in no particular rush, as he noted i'd re-entered his presence. "Ha, enjoying the film then?". He laughed, "yeah, not bad, where did you get it?". "Some place in the 'Dam I think" I replied. I spouted some bollocks about the studio using producing pretty solid work, which might be true but the pick was actually based on having shot my load in a video booth to one of the scenes and being sufficiently with it to note the title. The scene reached its finale as it flit between the lady getting herself over the edge in the bath with one leg now slung over the side, and her imaginary beau pulling out and shooting his load all over the fine dark fuzz patch that framed her pussy.
The next scene upped the ante a little. Starts out as boy girl and mostly fondling as she gets her hand in his pants. At that point another guy enters the fray. In the real world such a walk-in is usually just embarrassing for one or more involved, and possibly good wanking material for later use by the intruder. In Porn World, it means you're in there. And after some chatter in German I never bothered to try and fully figure out (hardly likely to be profound prose for the ages anyway) our new guy was clearly on the team. Next shot is the two guys sat on a couch and our accommodating lady stood between us and the camera. Its a fucking ace shot this on so many little levels. Facially she isn't even top 3 in the film but from behind she is absolute gold medal contender material. She slips her jeans over absolutely gorgeous hips, taking a thong along for the ride and revealing her hip shape and two gorgeous pert buttocks. It gets better though as they slip lower her thigh gap appears and you can see two meaty lips hanging down in the void. She advances on the two men like a prowling cat, only her bra still on. As she unbuttons one of the guys and starts on the usual entrée of cock, the other guy starts working on the rogue bra issue.
The thing I forgot about this scene is that the actress seems to really enjoy her work and gives an air of authenticity to proceedings. For many you can tell its literally a job and not one they particularly like. This one gives an air of she'd do it for free if you caught her on the right day. I'm getting proper fidgety now and I can feel my cock now flexing. I try to discretely adjust myself but instead end up gripping myself momentarily through my shorts. Glancing over, the clear bulge outline up Rob's thigh is like something you see at an archaeology dig.
Back to the film and the girl is now getting enthusiastically filled from both ends. Her long red hair swept over to the far side by the lucky chap filling her mouth for the benefit of the cameras and us lucky viewers. She adjusts to reverse cowgirl and the other guy quickly repositions to once again fill her mouth. The camera pans down to linger on an impressive cock thrusting into her glistening vagina(s) or woman/women and a lovely shot of those majestic labia I mentioned earlier. Rob commented "fucking hell this could send you blind", I joked back "I think I nearly did to this once". I glanced over and saw his hand had once again vanished under his waistband. My own hand was now idly massaging the back of my aching shaft through mine. Rob's down-pants exploration was getting considerably less subtle. I commented with purely comical intent, "you might as well just pop it out mate." I was then somewhat blindsided by the retort "you wanna?".
So time kind of stood still at that point, except for the video as our leading lady continued to gorge herself whilst being fucked from behind to within an inch of pelvic trauma. Rob was even looking at me and my mind was going 100mph. The best answer I could come up with after this rapid computation was "what?". Rob was suddenly all direct and matter-of-factly. "Wank off, you idiot. I don't know about you but I fucking well need one and I don't give a shit who sees, but if the idea is freaking you out then.." "OK" I quickly reply.
Somehow my own suddenly discovered directness had startled him momentarily but he tentatively acknowledged the clearance for take-off by pulling his bottoms down with his non-cock-grasping hand to over his hip. Fuck knows where my next urge came from but I responded by slipping my shorts off completely before once again reclining. Rob responded and soon his were down around a single ankle, soon kicked a yard across my floor. Weirdly, if you'd waved a magic wand 5 minutes earlier and emptied the rest of the room I probably would've finished off in the shortest time possible. Now I wasn't in any particular hurry and just wanted to ride the high. The first moments of my new found freedom from the brutal constraints of improvised nightwear were enjoying the finer points. I glanced down at my glistening head and idly rubbed the leaking precum over its full area with a single digit. I pushed back a bit against my erection, as if to test it. I adjusted my balls a little, figured out the optimum leg position and comfortable seating. I even elected to remove the unironed t-shirt I was still wearing and discarded it on the floor. For those brief moments I was alone in the room.
I then glanced over and Rob was glancing between me and the fun and games on telly. He had a firm conventional grip of his cock, which frankly had me outgunned on most metrics. Even though he had almost comically overgrown pubes (which looked kind of further exaggerated given he had so little other body hair) he clearly won on the length and girth stats. Not the first time we'd seen each other naked but certainly a first to witness in an aroused state. I think it was at least partly of my own disquiet with the whole ginger pube aesthetic that meant I had for a while flitted between aggressive trimming and complete obliteration of my own hair down there. Plus it made the best of an OK job in presentation terms (or so I was told). Once i'd come to terms that I was naked and wanking with one of my best friends a few feet away my attention turned back to the film.
And good timing too. Tired of the spit roasting to and fro then the action focused on her wonderful arse again. In fact her wonderful arse about to be entered. Bonus points again for authenticity and unedited footage (ever clocked those scenes where it flicks to anal and the girl suddenly has industrial levels of lubricant already applied to her hole and/or it cuts in just after first penetration?). The camera work here is great. First you see a generous dribble of lube land in her arse crack and as it flows down to her hole a helpful pinkie applies it both externally and internally. It pans slightly as the impressive member that is about to up the ante from said pinkie is generously lubricated by its considerate owner. You then get a wonderful line-up shot as he angles himself against her defenceless arsehole. Then a pause,a slight press forward on his part, another pause. I bet you all the tea in China if the camera zoomed out now you'd see her flexing her toes. Then another slow push forward and he's all the way in. The camera angle flits around to her face on and its a heady mix of lust, mild discomfort and filthy enjoyment. Speaking of the last one, i'm oozing a little again. Slightly wet slappy noises off to my side suggest Rob is too.
First time I watched this I kind of expected a DP to unfold but instead, once the lady has of course fully adjusted to accommodating a cock up there, tag-teaming her with now rather high tempo deep thrusting. My latest batch of precum i'm massaging into the head now with a flat palm rather than the finger before. A glance over at Rob suggests he is picking up tips from me and follows suit. And damn, i'm envious of his Cock. The finale approaches and another great bit of camera work coming. From underneath you see one of the guys near the point of no return. The pace of his balls slapping against her hastens and then you see him some suddenly stop half into her. You can actually make out the pulses in his shaft as he ejaculates into that beautiful arse and he holds his position for a few moments after they subside. Then as if to prove the point, after he gently withdraws from her then a substantial trickle of his spunk dribbles out of her hole.
The action moves on and the other chap has business to attend to. She's still on all fours, jizz still probably making its way out of her bum, when he wanks off in particularly spectacular fashion into her face. The first pulse goes high and lands on her scalp, the second (which somehow was more forceful and plentiful) splashes violently across her eyes, nose and upper lip, the balance hit the presumed target of her mouth and tongue for the most part.
I've quite happily shot my own load at that scene before but I was enjoying the moment and knew the film was nearing its very literal climax and decided to save myself for it. Rob was still in the game too. I decided to inform him it was the last scene coming up.
So similar start to the last one. Probably the best pound for pound actress of the lot too. Blond, immaculately waxed down there, cracking tits, lovely hip shape and an arse you'd have made out of marble by the best artists and stuck down the bottom of your garden as an ornament. So two becomes three, except this one then eventually becomes four. Four minutes into the scene and the girl is airtight with a willing sub always ready to come off the bench when any of the other three need to take a breather. In my current frame of mind its horny as fuck, a glance to my side seems Rob agrees. The onscreen fucking is relentless, and full marks as (having been part of doing a lass front and back once on a particularly memorable evening) coordinating that kind of action without 'pop-out' moments takes proper effort.
As things start to reach crescendo, she's on top of one guy who is up her arse. Sat up at 45 degrees another is feeding her his cock and another guy has positioned himself into her vagina. The guy in her mouth actually shoots first, pulling out and emptying some uncontrolled ropes over her face. If you look carefully the guy underneath actually catches a little Friendly Fire from the later splurts. So it seems this hurdle has done for Rob going off the noises i'm now hearing. I turn just as the first blast of cum shoots up in the air and lands back down around his chest. I think the power caught him off guard and he noticeably grips his shaft harder as the next waves hit. The second lobs just north of his navel and then almost slow eruption of white jizz erupts slowly from his tip and dribbles to form a large puddle around his navel.
I'm not going to lie, I almost popped off in sympathy right there and then. Back on the screen, our man on the bench had somehow ended up on vaginal duties and its previous occupier had taken up the key mouth position. Would I make it to the end? Doubtful. My balls genuinely ached by this stage and I was having a major struggle to not just sprint for the metaphorical line. As a keen student of this film I knew the guy who'd just moved onto oral-receiving duties was next to tag out. The guy underneath was probably quite thankful that he controlled things extremely well. His significant quantity was much better controlled and less explosively delivered and he was almost decoratively icing the young lady's face.
I eventually checked out the same time as the penultimate guy to fall. The aching had finally got to me and I hastened the pace quite a bit suddenly. I'm fucking glad camera phones were utterly shit in those days as I was pulling all kinds of faces towards the final strokes and I bet getting a decent image of the moment would've been irresistible for someone wanting to capture an embarrassing moment. I came pretty much in unison with the 'front door' duty guy pulling out and shooting his load all over her navel and tits (sorry guy underneath, take cover). And i'm probably not exaggerating when I say mine was much messier. The first shot, no lie, cleared my head. The second I felt hit as high as my upper chest and I yelped out 'holy shit' at this point. The third felt like I was starting to turn myself inside out and landed north of my navel and I can't tell you precisely how many other pulses I had after that although the volume ran down kind of quickly. I was still getting my breath back as the plucky soul on arse duty pulled out and shot his load up onto her tummy and then her gorgeous vagina(s) or woman/women.
The end credits were rolling as Rob laughed a little and broke out into mocking applause. To be incredibly childish i'd won on one metric. To say I was a bit sticky at that stage was understatement and I called the shower first. I rinsed off but didn't bother putting a single stitch on. Rob followed suit and it was kind of weird and also kind of cool to be two guys just milling around the kitchen with nothing on. The need to sleep to finally embraced us both and we went our separate ways. I don't know how well he slept in the spare room but I slept an unbroken several hours. He had his train to catch back to London that afternoon (it was well past midday before we finally emerged) and nothing much said about that aspect of the evening. A one off? Who knows.
I'll spare you the full details of the night out but yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome. Good vibes, excellent sets, and an awful lot of eye candy to boot. We were basically hoofed out the place at the end, attempts at aiming particularly high to get a phone number or more off some particularly lovely ladies falling on its face despite some major effort. Hey ho, you win some and you lose some. We finally managed to grab a cab ride back to my place, sparing us the indignity of the night (or more like very early morning) bus ride.
We barrelled back into the flat at something like 5am. The sun was already threatening to come up but we were both a million miles away from sleep. Rob, my friend and now temporary flat mate, was slightly less experienced in the after-effects of pills and was trying to comprehend the ridiculously late finish and his current energy levels. "So you just crashing then?" he asked. "No, fuck all point in even trying at this stage. Fear not though, beer helps". He seemed quite receptive to the idea as I opened the fridge and broke some out. I stuck a mix CD on quietly of more chilled out tunes (quietly, so as not to piss of the neighbours that I mostly got along with). As my clothes were, shall we say, somewhat awash with perspiration due to dancing like an idiot for the last 5 hours I announced I was taking a shower. He took a seat in the lounge and when I left him I was flicking through what little telly was broadcasting at this ungodly hour.
The shower was both a really good and bad idea. The sweat was gone but it had woken me up slightly more than I considerably was already. It also did no favours for the post-pill horn and it was incredibly tempting just to knock one out there and then to the considerable amount of ladies from the club I had well deposited in my head. As host I somehow thought better of it and cut things short. I made my way back to the lounge via my bedroom, throwing on a pair of gym shorts and an unironed old t-shirt from a drawer as makeshift nightwear (I normally don't wear anything in bed).
I plonked myself down on the couch and was all ready to chat shit and Rob suddenly decided that a shower and change was a good idea and took off. He reappeared a few minutes later in actual nightwear but stuff actually intended to be such (basically a similar thigh length shorts and top combo). We chatted shit for a bit, broke out the next round of beers and clearly no one was turning in any time soon. He started working his way through a shelf full of DVDs. After a minute or two of him musing over a film choice I pointed out that there were some other titles available that I don't normally display in my lounge.
After a couple of minutes raiding the bottom of my bedroom cupboard I plonked down a pile of mostly unlabelled DVD cases. He opened a couple and then smiling said, "what would the house recommend?", as if fishing for the best fine wine in an unfamiliar restaurant. I picked a particular one out that I somehow know instantly from a particular chip out of the case and commented "this one usually ticks most boxes." I stuck it in the player, grabbed more drinks whilst the inevitable 2 minutes of ads/trailers you can't skip played out and settled down.
It was a flick i'd bought on one of too many Amsterdam trips and it did indeed tick a lot of boxes. So much so that I could basically quote you the minutes and seconds of running time for the very good bits. The setting is some hostel or something. Scene one opens with a couple out and about on some beach out of season (looks vaguely North Sea coast but I never figured out exactly where, although most the 'talent' in the movie at least look mostly eastern European). They end up meandering in the dunes and then his cock ends up meandering into her mouth.
What seems like several minutes of cock-sucking ensues (I always feel like the fellatio scenes in pornos drag on a little too long) and then it transitions to her partly bottomless (wearing nothing but what appears to be thick but crotchless tights) and already sinking herself onto his cock. Next change of position is her being taken doggy, the woollen tights have at least made their way down to her knees by this stage. It then moves to a kind of camera-friendly spoon and we finally get the first glimpse of her small but pert tits as her upper clothing is now bunched up under her armpits. Then a shift of camera angle and one of those shots where you're not 100% sure if hes doing up her up the arse or not. Then our pair reposition again and this time he very clearly now is firmly entrenched in her bum. Whilst hes smashing in the back door a pair of her immaculately manicured digits vanish inside her front. Eventually he pulls out and then empties a load all over her face. A nice natural finish, none of this stuff when you can tell they've edited it a bit as the bloke pulled out too soon and had to spend a couple of minutes getting over the line.
I never really rated the first scene that much (not terribly creative and no one actually gets fully naked, probably 7/10 at best) but Rob voiced approval. The next scene I thought was much better in comparison, and so it began. A brunette chick, impossibly cute flirting with some lad. Then he wanders off to do something and she meanders off for a bath. As the bath is running she is running her fingers through the water to check the temperature and giving off a daydreamy demeanour. She slips off her stuff (cracking little body) and settles into the bath and closes her eyes. It then moves into a dream sequence where the lad from before is with her on her a bed and working away at the nape of her neck. Clothes start to come off, its still fairly tame action but then cuts back to a shot from the bottom of her bath of one of her hands now exploring between her legs. Back to the imaginary bedroom and shes now feasting away on his cock, and in one sequence shes going at his bellend like its the sweetest lollipop ever made.
Back in my own real world, the lingering horny side-effects of earlier were in full swing with the added visual stimulus. Although I believed fully in my beer and porn plan as the best post-club comedown therapy, the small problem with this versus other times was I now had company and the other usual key therapy component (i.e. wanking yourself silly on the sofa to the point of risking an embarrassing sprain) was therefore compromised. I shifted a little on the sofa so as to conceal the somewhat tented nature of the shorts i'd thrown on earlier. Glancing over, Rob likely had the same issues. The more pressing matter though was I really needed a piss. I discretely adjusted myself upwards, then got up a scuttled off to the bathroom.
Taking a piss with wood is always a tricky affair but I managed to wrestle things in the right direction (although a silvery trail of precum as it came out of my pants betrayed just how worked up I was) and hit the target first time. It was tempting to just crack one off into the toilet or the sink and take the edge of things but I decided to ride it out. I flushed, adjusted myself and headed back in.
Knowing tonights main feature very well i'd not missed all that much and it was still flitting between the girl wanking in the bath and getting fucked silly by her crush. I clocked Rob's right hand had vanished beneath his waistband as I entered the room. He removed it, but in no particular rush, as he noted i'd re-entered his presence. "Ha, enjoying the film then?". He laughed, "yeah, not bad, where did you get it?". "Some place in the 'Dam I think" I replied. I spouted some bollocks about the studio using producing pretty solid work, which might be true but the pick was actually based on having shot my load in a video booth to one of the scenes and being sufficiently with it to note the title. The scene reached its finale as it flit between the lady getting herself over the edge in the bath with one leg now slung over the side, and her imaginary beau pulling out and shooting his load all over the fine dark fuzz patch that framed her pussy.
The next scene upped the ante a little. Starts out as boy girl and mostly fondling as she gets her hand in his pants. At that point another guy enters the fray. In the real world such a walk-in is usually just embarrassing for one or more involved, and possibly good wanking material for later use by the intruder. In Porn World, it means you're in there. And after some chatter in German I never bothered to try and fully figure out (hardly likely to be profound prose for the ages anyway) our new guy was clearly on the team. Next shot is the two guys sat on a couch and our accommodating lady stood between us and the camera. Its a fucking ace shot this on so many little levels. Facially she isn't even top 3 in the film but from behind she is absolute gold medal contender material. She slips her jeans over absolutely gorgeous hips, taking a thong along for the ride and revealing her hip shape and two gorgeous pert buttocks. It gets better though as they slip lower her thigh gap appears and you can see two meaty lips hanging down in the void. She advances on the two men like a prowling cat, only her bra still on. As she unbuttons one of the guys and starts on the usual entrée of cock, the other guy starts working on the rogue bra issue.
The thing I forgot about this scene is that the actress seems to really enjoy her work and gives an air of authenticity to proceedings. For many you can tell its literally a job and not one they particularly like. This one gives an air of she'd do it for free if you caught her on the right day. I'm getting proper fidgety now and I can feel my cock now flexing. I try to discretely adjust myself but instead end up gripping myself momentarily through my shorts. Glancing over, the clear bulge outline up Rob's thigh is like something you see at an archaeology dig.
Back to the film and the girl is now getting enthusiastically filled from both ends. Her long red hair swept over to the far side by the lucky chap filling her mouth for the benefit of the cameras and us lucky viewers. She adjusts to reverse cowgirl and the other guy quickly repositions to once again fill her mouth. The camera pans down to linger on an impressive cock thrusting into her glistening vagina(s) or woman/women and a lovely shot of those majestic labia I mentioned earlier. Rob commented "fucking hell this could send you blind", I joked back "I think I nearly did to this once". I glanced over and saw his hand had once again vanished under his waistband. My own hand was now idly massaging the back of my aching shaft through mine. Rob's down-pants exploration was getting considerably less subtle. I commented with purely comical intent, "you might as well just pop it out mate." I was then somewhat blindsided by the retort "you wanna?".
So time kind of stood still at that point, except for the video as our leading lady continued to gorge herself whilst being fucked from behind to within an inch of pelvic trauma. Rob was even looking at me and my mind was going 100mph. The best answer I could come up with after this rapid computation was "what?". Rob was suddenly all direct and matter-of-factly. "Wank off, you idiot. I don't know about you but I fucking well need one and I don't give a shit who sees, but if the idea is freaking you out then.." "OK" I quickly reply.
Somehow my own suddenly discovered directness had startled him momentarily but he tentatively acknowledged the clearance for take-off by pulling his bottoms down with his non-cock-grasping hand to over his hip. Fuck knows where my next urge came from but I responded by slipping my shorts off completely before once again reclining. Rob responded and soon his were down around a single ankle, soon kicked a yard across my floor. Weirdly, if you'd waved a magic wand 5 minutes earlier and emptied the rest of the room I probably would've finished off in the shortest time possible. Now I wasn't in any particular hurry and just wanted to ride the high. The first moments of my new found freedom from the brutal constraints of improvised nightwear were enjoying the finer points. I glanced down at my glistening head and idly rubbed the leaking precum over its full area with a single digit. I pushed back a bit against my erection, as if to test it. I adjusted my balls a little, figured out the optimum leg position and comfortable seating. I even elected to remove the unironed t-shirt I was still wearing and discarded it on the floor. For those brief moments I was alone in the room.
I then glanced over and Rob was glancing between me and the fun and games on telly. He had a firm conventional grip of his cock, which frankly had me outgunned on most metrics. Even though he had almost comically overgrown pubes (which looked kind of further exaggerated given he had so little other body hair) he clearly won on the length and girth stats. Not the first time we'd seen each other naked but certainly a first to witness in an aroused state. I think it was at least partly of my own disquiet with the whole ginger pube aesthetic that meant I had for a while flitted between aggressive trimming and complete obliteration of my own hair down there. Plus it made the best of an OK job in presentation terms (or so I was told). Once i'd come to terms that I was naked and wanking with one of my best friends a few feet away my attention turned back to the film.
And good timing too. Tired of the spit roasting to and fro then the action focused on her wonderful arse again. In fact her wonderful arse about to be entered. Bonus points again for authenticity and unedited footage (ever clocked those scenes where it flicks to anal and the girl suddenly has industrial levels of lubricant already applied to her hole and/or it cuts in just after first penetration?). The camera work here is great. First you see a generous dribble of lube land in her arse crack and as it flows down to her hole a helpful pinkie applies it both externally and internally. It pans slightly as the impressive member that is about to up the ante from said pinkie is generously lubricated by its considerate owner. You then get a wonderful line-up shot as he angles himself against her defenceless arsehole. Then a pause,a slight press forward on his part, another pause. I bet you all the tea in China if the camera zoomed out now you'd see her flexing her toes. Then another slow push forward and he's all the way in. The camera angle flits around to her face on and its a heady mix of lust, mild discomfort and filthy enjoyment. Speaking of the last one, i'm oozing a little again. Slightly wet slappy noises off to my side suggest Rob is too.
First time I watched this I kind of expected a DP to unfold but instead, once the lady has of course fully adjusted to accommodating a cock up there, tag-teaming her with now rather high tempo deep thrusting. My latest batch of precum i'm massaging into the head now with a flat palm rather than the finger before. A glance over at Rob suggests he is picking up tips from me and follows suit. And damn, i'm envious of his Cock. The finale approaches and another great bit of camera work coming. From underneath you see one of the guys near the point of no return. The pace of his balls slapping against her hastens and then you see him some suddenly stop half into her. You can actually make out the pulses in his shaft as he ejaculates into that beautiful arse and he holds his position for a few moments after they subside. Then as if to prove the point, after he gently withdraws from her then a substantial trickle of his spunk dribbles out of her hole.
The action moves on and the other chap has business to attend to. She's still on all fours, jizz still probably making its way out of her bum, when he wanks off in particularly spectacular fashion into her face. The first pulse goes high and lands on her scalp, the second (which somehow was more forceful and plentiful) splashes violently across her eyes, nose and upper lip, the balance hit the presumed target of her mouth and tongue for the most part.
I've quite happily shot my own load at that scene before but I was enjoying the moment and knew the film was nearing its very literal climax and decided to save myself for it. Rob was still in the game too. I decided to inform him it was the last scene coming up.
So similar start to the last one. Probably the best pound for pound actress of the lot too. Blond, immaculately waxed down there, cracking tits, lovely hip shape and an arse you'd have made out of marble by the best artists and stuck down the bottom of your garden as an ornament. So two becomes three, except this one then eventually becomes four. Four minutes into the scene and the girl is airtight with a willing sub always ready to come off the bench when any of the other three need to take a breather. In my current frame of mind its horny as fuck, a glance to my side seems Rob agrees. The onscreen fucking is relentless, and full marks as (having been part of doing a lass front and back once on a particularly memorable evening) coordinating that kind of action without 'pop-out' moments takes proper effort.
As things start to reach crescendo, she's on top of one guy who is up her arse. Sat up at 45 degrees another is feeding her his cock and another guy has positioned himself into her vagina. The guy in her mouth actually shoots first, pulling out and emptying some uncontrolled ropes over her face. If you look carefully the guy underneath actually catches a little Friendly Fire from the later splurts. So it seems this hurdle has done for Rob going off the noises i'm now hearing. I turn just as the first blast of cum shoots up in the air and lands back down around his chest. I think the power caught him off guard and he noticeably grips his shaft harder as the next waves hit. The second lobs just north of his navel and then almost slow eruption of white jizz erupts slowly from his tip and dribbles to form a large puddle around his navel.
I'm not going to lie, I almost popped off in sympathy right there and then. Back on the screen, our man on the bench had somehow ended up on vaginal duties and its previous occupier had taken up the key mouth position. Would I make it to the end? Doubtful. My balls genuinely ached by this stage and I was having a major struggle to not just sprint for the metaphorical line. As a keen student of this film I knew the guy who'd just moved onto oral-receiving duties was next to tag out. The guy underneath was probably quite thankful that he controlled things extremely well. His significant quantity was much better controlled and less explosively delivered and he was almost decoratively icing the young lady's face.
I eventually checked out the same time as the penultimate guy to fall. The aching had finally got to me and I hastened the pace quite a bit suddenly. I'm fucking glad camera phones were utterly shit in those days as I was pulling all kinds of faces towards the final strokes and I bet getting a decent image of the moment would've been irresistible for someone wanting to capture an embarrassing moment. I came pretty much in unison with the 'front door' duty guy pulling out and shooting his load all over her navel and tits (sorry guy underneath, take cover). And i'm probably not exaggerating when I say mine was much messier. The first shot, no lie, cleared my head. The second I felt hit as high as my upper chest and I yelped out 'holy shit' at this point. The third felt like I was starting to turn myself inside out and landed north of my navel and I can't tell you precisely how many other pulses I had after that although the volume ran down kind of quickly. I was still getting my breath back as the plucky soul on arse duty pulled out and shot his load up onto her tummy and then her gorgeous vagina(s) or woman/women.
The end credits were rolling as Rob laughed a little and broke out into mocking applause. To be incredibly childish i'd won on one metric. To say I was a bit sticky at that stage was understatement and I called the shower first. I rinsed off but didn't bother putting a single stitch on. Rob followed suit and it was kind of weird and also kind of cool to be two guys just milling around the kitchen with nothing on. The need to sleep to finally embraced us both and we went our separate ways. I don't know how well he slept in the spare room but I slept an unbroken several hours. He had his train to catch back to London that afternoon (it was well past midday before we finally emerged) and nothing much said about that aspect of the evening. A one off? Who knows.
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