Driver Number 1 Part 2

So, lying on the bench on my stomach, I replayed everything that had happened in my head. By that point, the excitement had already begun to subside. My whole body was in some kind of incomprehensible state of fatigue and, at the same time, alertness. Boris's semen continued to flow from my anus, running down my testicles in thick masses and spreading over the bench.

Boris was sitting behind me, stroking my leg as he tried to catch his breath and recover.

Albert, whom I had given a blowjob to, was sitting reclined on the sofa and, it seemed to me, was dozing.

Arkady, after a series of masturbation sessions, was still kneading and fiddling with his, semi-erect from

the first ejaculation, cock.

On the other side of the room, where Yuri, Valera, and Valentin were, the scene was no less sleepy and not much different from ours. All the men were sitting next to each other, resting their heads on each other's shoulders, and resting, sipping mineral water.

Our tranquility was interrupted by San Sanych, who came in to add wood to the stove:

— "So, guys, having fun??" Sanych said with a grin and a couple of missing teeth.

I was a bit taken aback… and a feeling of fear and shame ran in goosebumps across my body again.

— "Hey, calm down!" Boris said with a smile.

— "Sanych is one of us. You think this is the first time something like this has happened here?)"

— "Sanych, maybe you'll join us?" Albert shouted with a laugh.

— "Nahhh, guys, the powder's gotten a bit damp." Sanych said with a smirk and went outside.

Putting my hands under my face, I lay like that for another ten minutes. My sphincter stopped contracting, and my anal ring began to slowly tighten and conceal all the delights of my "inner world."

At that same moment, I felt someone's hands touching my buttocks. Turning my head, I saw Valery, our boss's deputy.

He sat on my legs, kneading my ass with his hands.

I certainly hadn't expected that. I tried to get up, but with a sharp movement, he pushed me back onto the bench. A wave of excitement ran through my entire body. My cock, once again treacherously, began to press against the bench until it slipped between the boards and hung in the gap.

After kissing my neck and biting my earlobe, Valentin pulled away from me and spat between my buttocks. Rubbing his saliva over my hole with his cock, with a sharp and precise movement, without much ceremony, he drove his cock into me.

There was practically no pain, thankfully Boris's cock had prepared my ass excellently, plus the semen, some of which was still inside me, acted as a kind of lubricant. It was just a sudden feeling of surprise.

Valentin began to pound me with some kind of frantic force, constantly increasing the pace and amplitude of his movements.

To my own surprise, I started breathing heavily and loudly, moaning like a total slut. I wasn't doing it on purpose; all these sounds were just erupting from the depths of my body.

Lying on the floor on his back and giving me a blowjob, Valerka, with his legs spread wide apart, lay like a frog. At that moment, Albert approached him with his cock fully erect. Kneeling down and aiming his cock right at Valera's hole, he entered him quite easily.

From the understanding and sight of what was happening—when a handsome, athletically built man is fucking you in the ass from behind, while slapping your buttocks like a girl, a young guy is lying below giving me a blowjob, and he himself is being fucked by another man—my vision darkened again and everything swam.

I was brought back to my senses by the pungent smell of semen and the sight of a cock in front of my mouth. It was Boris.

After about 5 minutes, I felt Valentin's cock start to pulse inside my ass. He began to cum, while holding me by the crotch with one hand and tightly squeezing my buttock with the other.

After he "exited" me, a minute later, I felt a touch on my hole again.

This time it was Yuri. He had a short and not very long cock, but it was very thick with a large, flattened head.

When he started to enter me, I thought it was the end of my adventures and that he was going to tear me apart now. But most likely, he was experienced in such things. He kneaded my already sufficiently prepared hole with his cock for a long time and monotonously.

Looking at Valerka, who was enthusiastically sucking me off, I thought to myself, well, somehow Yuri fucked him, and look, everything's fine. After these thoughts, I completely relaxed and pushed my pelvis towards Yuri's cock. And oh yes, he plunged into me. The sensations were certainly different; it was bliss. His huge head stretched the walls of my anus, delivering unforgettable sensations.

Our entire orgy continued like that for about 15 minutes.

The first to start cumming in my mouth was Boris. Since this was the second sexual act of the evening, there wasn't as much semen, but there was some.

I spat it out as best I could; of course, some had to be swallowed because Boris wasn't in a hurry to pull his cock out of my mouth and it simply didn't all fit there. He tried to squeeze every last drop into my mouth.

Next, Yuri began to twitch in ecstasy. And his even more swollen cock stretched my ass to incredible sizes. Roaring like a beast and tightly squeezing my buttocks with his huge, rough, manly hands, he began to dilute the semen of my first two partners with his own seed. With each of his thrusts in and out, semen sprayed out of my hole.

My prostate was simply pulsating with pleasure. And unable to restrain myself, I started to cum right into Valerka's mouth, while feeling for his head with my hand and holding his hair, pressing him harder and harder against my cock.

Albert, meanwhile, was jerking off Valerka's cock, surrounded by red curly hair. They came together. Monotonously. Spectacularly.

After the second round, everyone lay exhausted and as if beaten.

My ass was burning and at the same time contracting in some kind of pleasant ecstatic twitches.

Slowly, everyone began to gradually move into the house to go to sleep. There was no more sex that night; everyone was tired and each was in their own nirvana.

In the morning, everyone, as if nothing had happened, had breakfast and drove back to the city satisfied, with renewed strength, to solve work problems.

Upon arriving at the office, Boris was the last to get out of the car. Turning to me, he smiled and said:

— "You're my driver number one!"

Since then, we went "hunting" at that forest house many more times. Sometimes just the two of us, sometimes with a group. New people joined us. But those are completely different stories)