Mike walked into the private house on the edge of town and knew right away this was no ordinary party. The air smelled like sweat, lube, and cum. Naked men stood around in groups, stroking their cocks, watching each other. He was the only guy there wearing a wedding ring, the dad who had finally stopped pretending he only liked pussy.
A tall, muscular stud with a thick nine-inch cock spotted him first. "New meat," the guy said. "On your knees, dad."
Mike dropped without thinking. He opened his mouth and took the fat head between his lips. The cock tasted salty and hot. He sucked hard, bobbing his head while the stud grabbed his hair and fucked his throat. Spit ran down his chin. Other men gathered close, stroking and watching.
"Look at that married dad go," someone said.
Mike pulled off the first cock and turned to the next one. Shorter but thicker, with heavy balls. He licked the shaft from base to head, then swallowed it down until his nose pressed against the guy's trimmed pubes. The man groaned and thrust. Mike's throat worked around the meat while his own cock strained in his pants.
A third guy stepped up, slapping his long, veiny cock against Mike's cheek. "Open up, daddy. Take two."
Mike shifted and let the third cock slide in beside the second. His mouth stretched wide. He sucked and licked both heads at once, tongue sliding between them. Cum and spit dripped onto the floor. Hands reached down to feel his throat bulge.
More men lined up. Mike went from cock to cock, sucking each one for a minute or two before moving on. One guy had a curved dick that hit the back of his throat perfectly. Another had a fat mushroom head that made his lips stretch. He deep-throated a black cock so long he gagged and tears ran down his face, but he kept going until the guy pulled out and painted his tongue with thick ropes of cum.
"Swallow it, dad," the guy ordered.
Mike gulped it down and opened for the next. A pair of twins took turns face-fucking him, one after the other, then both at once until his jaw ached. His shirt was soaked with spit. Someone pulled it off so they could see his hairy dad chest and hard nipples.
A beefy older stud with a beer-can cock pushed Mike onto his back on a low table. Mike's head hung off the edge. The man fed his thick cock straight down Mike's throat while two others jerked off above him. Hot loads splattered across his chest and face. Mike licked what he could reach and kept sucking.
He lost count after the tenth cock. His throat was raw, his lips swollen, but he kept opening his mouth every time a new dick appeared. One guy came so hard it shot straight down his throat without him even tasting it. Another pulled out and covered his face, thick cum hanging in strings from his chin.
By the time the party started winding down, Mike was on all fours in the middle of the room. Men took turns using his mouth while others watched and stroked. Every load he swallowed made his own cock twitch untouched. When the last guy finished, shooting across his tongue and telling him to show it before he swallowed, Mike stayed on his knees, breathing hard, face and chest covered in drying cum.
The host walked over and patted his head. "You can come back next month, dad. Plenty more cocks for that mouth."
Mike wiped his lips with the back of his hand, stood up on shaky legs, and smiled. His voice came out hoarse. "I'll be here."
