F*cking with AJ Sloan: Hole-mates Aren’t Found, They’re Bred

June 9, 2023
AJ SLOAN

This past weekend, I went to my first sex party in a long while. It’s hosted by two friends of mine and I thought it would be a great time to catch up with them and swap a few loads with randos. Win-win. Little did I know at the time what surprises the night had in store, and what blasts from the past I was about to blast my brogurt all over.

I got there on the earlier side and, as usual, broke the ice by flip fucking my friend and host while guiding a nameless dick down his throat. Pretty soon, everyone around us was coming out of their shells and coming in each other. It was a beautiful sight and an even more beautiful start to the festivities at hand. Sometimes a little live demo is all we need to get the balls rolling.

Only ten or so minutes in, I heard a familiar voice call my name. I couldn't believe my eyes as I turned mid-thrust to see who it was. Lo and behold, it was an old friend and fuck buddy of mine, Lupo, who I had not seen since the last time we hooked up during the pandemic right before I left New York. He looked as delicious as ever and I couldn’t have been more happy and surprised.

I politely slid out from my host and went to embrace my gorgeous friend. An embrace led to a mutual fondling and to no one’s surprise, I was balls-deep in that bubble butt of his almost immediately, his first of many cocks of the evening. I started to f*ck him right there where we stood, as he held on for dear life to the closest guy, who Lupo inevitably ended up going down on as I stretched out his backside. We soon relocated to the nearest f*ck bench, where I slide in him missionary style. I wanted to see that handsome face of his as I pounded him out. As he and I became incrementally more intense with each other, I felt myself reaching the brink and thought there was no better home for my first load of the night than his warm wet insides.

After I gushed up in his guts, I slide out and mounted his throbbing uncut cock. Usually, I require about ten minutes to reload, but in less than one I was shooting my second load all over his chest. With the right motivation, the sky’s the limit. We made out with each other, covered in cum, all in the eye of the storm as the horned-up hunks surrounding us crescendoed into full-blown cock-hungry chaos.

After the shortest of breathers, he and I continued to f*ck each other and everyone in arms reach. At one point, we found ourselves making out while we each were sandwiched between two halves of a married couple, reaching over the both of us in what I guess would be a double Eiffel Tower. Before too long we found ourselves with a massive dick between our lips, creating quite the symmetric tableau. Keep performance art alive!

After the fifth time I came, I was pretty spent. I had been there well past my bedtime and blamed Lupo for making me lose track of the time. We said goodnight to each other but not before making plans to see each other the next day. As I sat on the train with the fluorescent lighting surely illuminating the dried cum all over my face, my neck, and behind my left ear, I couldn’t help but think, did I meet my hole-mate already and am just now realizing it? Sometimes miracles do happen, we just don't see them for what they are right away. I think I’ve met my future ex-husband, guys.

We’ve been hanging out for the past few days both in and out of the bedroom, and it’s been great to get reacquainted with a fellow ho, with which I’ve had electrifying chemistry with since the day we first met and f*cked. This chapter is coming to its close as I am heading back to the West Coast this week. This time around, I have a feeling that we’ll keep in touch, and he gives me yet another reason to visit NYC more often.

When you meet your hole-mate don’t take them for granted. Make each other cum and cum again until your cocks are coughing up cobwebs. Cherish that dick, and make every moment count.