It was a hot summer night in 1987 in a smoky, dimly lit flat in Soho, London. The streets outside were quiet, but inside George’s apartment the air was thick with tension, whiskey, cigarette smoke, and raw male lust. George, a rugged 38-year-old with a thick mustache, powerful hairy chest, and a naturally dominant presence, had invited his three closest mates over for what he promised would be their most intense night yet.
Michael, 35, tall and muscular with smooth skin and a big cock. Justin, 29, lean and toned with sharp features and an eager attitude. Mason, 32, stocky, hairy-chested and built like a rugby player with a thick, heavy dick.
The four men had been drinking heavily for hours. The record player was spinning old rock music, but everyone knew the real entertainment was about to start.
George stood up in the middle of the living room, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “Right then, lads. Enough fucking around. Tonight we’re going all the way. Full group sex. No limits. I want lots of A2M — arse to mouth. I want every cock that comes out of an arse to go straight into a mouth. Are you lot ready?”
The other three grinned with excitement and lust. They had played together many times before, but tonight felt different — dirtier and more intense.
George started with Michael. He pushed the tall man over the heavy oak dining table, yanked his trousers down to his ankles, spat generously on his tight hole, and drove his thick 9-inch cock straight in with one powerful thrust.
“Fuuuuck, George!” Michael groaned loudly, gripping the edge of the table as he was stretched open.
George gripped Michael’s hips tightly and started pounding him with long, deep strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. His heavy balls slapped against Michael’s arse with every thrust. Michael was moaning like a whore, pushing back to meet every stroke.
After several minutes of hard fucking, George pulled his cock out — it was glistening with ass juice — and immediately shoved it into Michael’s open mouth. Ass to Mouth. Michael took it eagerly, sucking his own taste off George’s throbbing cock, gagging slightly but clearly loving the dirty act.
“Good lad,” George growled, holding Michael’s head and face-fucking him. “Clean that cock properly.”
Next up was Justin. George had the lean young man on his back on the couch, legs pushed all the way up to his chest. He slid back inside Justin’s tight hole and fucked him with powerful, rhythmic strokes. Justin moaned and stroked his own hard cock while George railed him. The deeper George went, the louder Justin got.
After a long round, George pulled out and fed his slick, shiny cock straight into Justin’s hungry mouth. Another deep A2M. Justin sucked greedily, eyes watering, taking every inch.
Mason was the last for the first round. George bent the stocky, hairy man over an armchair and slammed into his thick arse. Mason grunted like an animal as George gave him a proper rough pounding. The sound of flesh slapping was loud and obscene. When George was close, he yanked his cock out and pushed it straight down Mason’s throat. Mason took the A2M like a pro, slurping loudly and swallowing around the head.
Now the real group action exploded.
The four men moved to the large king-size bed in the bedroom. The lights were low, bodies already sweaty and shining.
Michael was placed in the centre. George fucked his arse hard while Justin fed his cock into Michael’s mouth. Mason was sucking Michael’s dick at the same time. They rotated constantly. Every single time a cock pulled out of an arse, it went straight into someone’s mouth — nonstop A2M for the next several hours.
George took control again. He lined up Justin and Michael side by side on their backs, legs in the air. He alternated between their holes, fucking one for a few minutes then switching to the other, always finishing each round with a long, dirty A2M session in their mouths.
Mason became more aggressive. He pushed George down on the bed, spat on his hole and slid his own thick cock inside George’s muscular arse. While Mason fucked George hard, Justin and Michael took turns using George’s mouth. The dominant George was now being used by his mates — and he was moaning like a slut.
“Fuck me harder, you dirty bastards!” George groaned between mouthfuls of cock.
They moved on to double penetration. George took Michael’s cock in his arse while Justin pushed in alongside him. The intense stretch made George growl. Mason fed his cock into George’s mouth at the same time. The room was filled with loud grunts, moans, and filthy talk.
“Take those two cocks up your arse, George.” “Clean my dirty cock straight from his hole.” “More A2M, lads — suck it!”
They kept rotating positions all night long. Mason got double penetrated by George and Michael while sucking Justin. Justin was sandwiched between George and Mason. Every possible combination was explored — trains, daisy chains, double A2M, cum swapping, facials, and swallowing.
Load after load was shot. Some deep in arses, some down throats, some painted across hairy chests and faces. The men were completely covered in sweat and cum, but they kept going for hours.
By early morning the four men were completely exhausted. They lay tangled together on the messy, cum-stained bed, breathing heavily, bodies sticky.
George lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and smiled. “Best fucking night in months, lads. Same time next week?”
Michael laughed. “We’d be fucking mad to miss it.”
The others nodded in agreement, already thinking about the next filthy gathering.
***
The following weekend, the four men were back in George’s Soho flat. The whiskey was poured again, but this time the hunger was even stronger. They all knew what they were here for.
George locked the door and grinned. “Last week was just the warm-up, lads. Tonight we’re going harder. More A2M, more double penetration, and I want every load swallowed or painted on faces. Strip.”
Clothes hit the floor quickly. The four naked, horny men moved straight to the bedroom.
George started by pushing Michael onto the bed on all fours. He spat on his hole and rammed his thick 9-inch cock deep inside in one thrust. Michael moaned loudly as George began pounding him mercilessly.
“Take it, you dirty fuck,” George growled, slapping Michael’s arse.
After a long, rough fuck, George pulled out and shoved his glistening cock straight into Michael’s mouth. Deep A2M. Michael sucked eagerly, cleaning every drop of his own ass juice off his mate’s cock.
Justin was next. George had him on his back, legs over his shoulders, and fucked him deep and fast. Justin’s cock was rock hard and leaking. George pulled out and fed his dirty cock into Justin’s throat. Another sloppy A2M session.
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