I made sure to respect the traditions of bukkake, and turned at the crowd to scream, “I need more men, you know?” More followed suit; they were mo...e than excited. Some tripped over their belts in excitement while I took over the lanky kid’s dick and happily choked on it. Before I could realize, four more dicks surrounded my face and I realized that I had been tending to groups of four both the time. I also realized one of the men in this group was an Arab because he cheerily shouted out “Yalla. But still, someone somewhere could have had similar experiences. If yes, then let me know in my email. I have made this story such that it completely fits in reality. The logic and reasoning will not go wrong. I promise that the story would be really fun. The story continues from here:Fortunately, Divya’s mom did not say anything to my aunt. So kind of her. So I escaped from getting my ass whooped.But the previous incident made a deep scar in our friendship and relationship. For a few days. He chuckled. “The past few days has sure put some new lead in the old pencil. Haven’t had to take the ‘blue pill’ everytime to get it up.” He smiled, “I don’t know what happens now, that is all up to Esther and the girls.” He slid off the barstool. “i’ve got to take a whiz,” and headed in the house.”I agree. I’ll use the one in the garage.” As I returned to the patio Frank had just stepped back into the kitchen, and silently motioned me into the house. Sliding the screen door closed behind me. I didn't care if they were clothed in their swimwear or topless or completely naked, I just couldn't stop staring at them.Seeing their wrinkly skin and sagging breasts, no matter if huge and hanging heavy or small and almost empty, got me so horny that I had a raging hard on in my trousers, impossible to miss by anyone passing by.So, like I've done so many times those past days, I went into the dunes to find a quiet place to jerk off and relieve my pressure, if only for a short while.I was sure.