I was in my happy place—i.e., a nude pool surrounded by over a hundred horny swingers, most of whom were DTF. Titties were bouncing on the water while penises floated underneath, ranging in rigidity, and hands were lingering all around. A bleach-blonde woman with massive breasts gently scratched my back as she walked past me. I turned to see her throw me a wink before kissing a woman who could’ve been her doppelganger.
It was the Bi Week takeover at Hedonism II, an infamous swingers resort in Jamaica. My girlfriend had come with me but was currently off having an adventure of her own, so I was riding solo for the time being. Luckily, I had made friends the previous year at the same event—though it wouldn’t have mattered even if I hadn’t known anyone. Everyone, and truly I mean everyone, was friendly, eagerly smiling, and quick to introduce themselves with a hug. Besides the copious amount of gay and bisexual sex that occurs, that’s what makes this week at Hedonism II special: the affability. There aren’t cliques or bullshit or drama. People actually look at you as you speak, connecting, instead of looking around to see if there’s someone “hotter” they can talk to. Summed up, it’s a week filled with friendly, horny people excited to connect with other friendly, horny people.
As I watched a woman in the pool being held up by two men so her partner could feast on her pussy, my horniness felt particularly pressing. That’s when I ran into Cheryl*. Cheryl is a succubus—and I say that with the utmost admiration and respect. She is insatiable, unstoppable. If she has her sights on a man or woman, that person will fuck her. Cheryl has even inspired me to get cross nipple rings, meaning one nipple ring horizontal (traditional) and then one vertical, overlapping. She also has five vaginal piercings, all gauged.
All of which is to say, I was obsessed when I first met her the previous year. When I fucked her in a swing in the Kama Sutra Palace at last year’s Bi Week Takeover, she took my soul right along with my sperm.
I lit up as soon as I spotted her in the pool.
“Zachhhh,” she said.
I gave her a peck on the lips, which quickly delved into a makeout session. I grabbed her juicy titties while she stroked my cock, which was harder than a crab shell. (Idk, I’m writing this naked on the beach where a beach hawker just showed my girlfriend and me two live crabs and offered to cook them for us. Call me inspired.)
“That was exactly the warm welcome I hoped to receive,” I said, my smile far too large for my face.
“I was actually on my way to the dick-sucking train,” she said.
I turned around to see three men sitting on the pool deck with their feet in the water and their hard dicks proudly on display. One cock was being sucked by a man; two were being sucked by women.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked.
We waded over to the men, and that’s when I realized I knew these cocks! The first I had seen a few hours earlier. He was fucking a woman on a balcony in doggy style. The second I had sucked the year prior (although I’m not sure if he remembered). The third, oh boy, the third I saw earlier that day—and I had done a double take. I don’t know how else to describe his dick other than comically large. He was hung hung—dare I say, the largest soft penis I had ever seen in person. (For reference: a small dick doesn’t hang while soft. It sorta pokes out. A medium cock sometimes hangs, depending on the temperature. But a large dick properly hangs. It goes up and then droops down, like a bellflower.)
I nudged my girlfriend and shot a glance towards the gifted one. “Jesus fuck,” she whispered.
I made a mental note: I will deep-throat this man’s cock by the time this week is through.
Well, no less than four hours later, the opportunity presented itself.
There he sat, the third man in the row, the final boss. The dick suckers would move from cock to cock, working their way up to him, and so far, all had failed. They couldn’t deep-throat the Leviathan. The man was both a shower and a grower; erect, his dick was over 10 inches with a proportionate girth.
“Are you in line?” I asked an older gentleman staring longingly at the cocks a safe distance away from the scene.
“I sure am!” he said, smiling greedily. I stood behind and waited (im)patiently, stroking myself underwater as I watched.
After a few more dick suckers, it was Cheryl’s turn. She started gobbling the more petite (though still large) cock on the far right. She grabbed my hand and I asked the owner of the cock if it was okay if I joined.
“Of course,” he replied. Cheryl sucked his head while I licked up and down his shaft, wrapping my lips around his base when I could. I started to gently fondle his testicles as if they were Chinese medicine balls. When Cheryl began sucking on them, I took his head, swirling my tongue around. I relaxed my throat and moved further down his shaft, but I wasn’t able to take all of him—I was bumping into Cheryl’s forehead. When the cock next to her opened up, she moved over. Each of us with a cock of our own, we went to town.
I expanded my mouth wide to take all of him. He leaned back and arched his dick upward. With his eyes closed, he let his head drop as he reveled in the sensations. I pressed my lips a little harder together and rapidly went all the way down and all the way up his cock. Gulp, gulp, gulp.
“Oh shit,” he said and rested his hand on the back of my head. I don’t even need a man to push my head down to get turned on while sucking dick. Just the fact that his hand is resting there is enough to make me feral. The knowledge that he simply could manhandle and throat-fuck me is enough.
I pushed his hand down so I would gag on his cock. He understood the assignment, grabbed my hair, kept my head in place, and started to pummel my throat. I gargled and grumbled as onlookers stared with wide eyes. Then it was time to switch. Cheryl moved over to the Leviathan while I began to suck the man in the middle. His veiny cock had a mushroom head that was the most sensitive part of his penis. With my thumb, I applied pressure to the back of the head (aka the frenulum) while I sucked the tip of his penis and stroked his shaft.
“Woah-oahh-oahhh,” he sang. I sped up my hand quicker as I started to suck his entire head. He grabbed my hand. “I don’t want to cum just yet,” he said.
Meanwhile, Cheryl was attempting to take down Moby Dick by her lonesome, but he was clearly too big.
She gave me a nod and I joined her. Both of us took a side of his schlong and licked up and down his shaft. When she started to suck on his low-hanging testes, I repositioned myself, opening my mouth wide, then wider. I could barely make it past his head before he hit the back of my mouth. I would need to reposition my entire body and tilt my head sideways if there was even a potential for me to deep-throat him, but I couldn’t with Cheryl there. So I continued sucking as much as I could from where I was.
When Cheryl had her fill and wandered off to presumably have a hard cock in her pussy, I repositioned myself in between his legs, the Leviathan now looking at me head-on. I grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, opened my mouth up so wide I gave myself multiple double chins, and attempted to swallow him whole.
I got to about halfway before he hit a wall. I turned my head to the side. Nope. I expanded a little wider. Still no.
I took a breath. I would deep-throat this man’s dick if it killed me, so help me God. I had to show off my skills. I had to be better than other dick-suckers who couldn’t. I had to live up to my name, Boyslut (ahem, also the name of my memoir), and win this dick-sucking competition (that didn’t exist and was all in my head).
With the determination of a wildfire sweeping through the forest, unsatisfied until the land was razed, I opened my mouth one final time and swallowed his entire cock.
“YASSS!” three women who’d been watching the scene screamed. I removed his cock from my mouth and turned towards them.
“That is so hot!” one proclaimed.
“How can you do that?” another asked.
I looked into the eyes of the hung man.
“That is very impressive,” he said, his voice monotone. I’ll be honest: I sought more excitement and praise, but his apathy only encouraged me to try harder. I downed his entire cock again, my throat protruding, took him out, then swallowed again rapidly. I gagged each time, but I kept going.
I felt like an Olympian on his final lap, persevering and giving it my all. I held his cock all the way down my throat for five long Mississippis. Slowly, I removed him inch by inch, my slobber drooling down his shaft.
The crowd went wild with hoots and hollers.
Even though the competition was all in my mind—and, btw, you don’t need to deep-throat a cock to be a fantastic dick sucker—I still felt like the winner, baby.
