Mark gets painted

Unfortunately for Mark, in his daze he once again took too long to decide. To act. As he scanned the faces of the nearby guests they wasted no time in releasing their cocks, all of them hard after his wanton display, and begin stroking them at him.

As Mark looked up at the members of various shapes and sizes shining in the low light he licked his lips, the memory of the velvety smooth texture, the musky flavour, the sensual sense of connection all coursing through his mind. He was almost grateful when a kind hand cupped the back of his head and guided him towards one, his lips parting to accept the rigid cock as it pressed into his mouth.

In no time Mark was again sucking and licking happily, eyes closed and mouth open as he was guided from cock to cock. Each pulsed harder and harder every time he returned to them, his own average sized dick rock hard and throbbing inside his pants.

Mark barely registered when the first started twitching inside his mouth, the owner having to remove it themself before pointing it at his face and unloading a torrent of semen all over his face. This started a domino effect of sorts, several more following in quick succession, Mark's face suddenly dripping with cum as his own cock, fuelled by the taste and the smell, began to unload into his boxers. He was not even aware of the pictures, several of the party guests snapping close ups with their phones, capturing his moment of shame in HD.

It only took a minute or two for the crowd to finish, six to eight men having coated Mark in their seed. As he knelt there awkwardly they each zipped up and walked away, leaving him shamefully used and discarded. He looked about the room, the party guests having wandered off and as he felt the slow flow of jizz ooze down his chin he wondered to himself if he should duck into the bathroom to clean up or take the opportunity to get out and get home.