FRISBEE GOLF TURNED ORGY

Have you ever had outdoor group sex?

I had never had outdoor group sex until earlier today. But, much to my surprise (and delight), a frisbee golf outing evolved into a perfect summer day orgy. One of my close friends (I’ll call him “W”) came down for an impromptu weekend visit. Originally, we had some tentative indoor plans with our other friends in town, a longtime couple. I’ll call them “D” and “E.” But after waking up and having our coffee, we agreed today was just too beautiful and ideal of a summer afternoon to spend inside.

We climbed inside my sexy little red pickup truck and headed to our friends’ house on the other side of town. As we joined them in their backyard, outdoor group sex was the last thing on my mind. Yes, even my horny mind!

“What about frisbee golf?” suggested D.

E let out a playful fake groan, accompanied by a teasing half-eye roll. “He hasn’t played in years.”

It wasn’t long before I was driving us to a nearby frisbee golf course.

Personally, I’d had an impression of frisbee golf as being a typical “bro” activity, a sport that tended to unite hippies and frat boys. The hackey sack crowd, if you will. Even from the outset, the four of us chuckled about the imagery conjured by the verbiage of frisbee golf, i.e., “getting it in the hole.” D was eager to dust off his dormant prowess for the game, and we all teased him about admiring his “perfect form.” But, we weren’t the only ones admiring his Greek sculpture-esque tossing mechanics. No, the two handsome men in the hole behind were watching, too — and the possibility of outdoor group sex was more than a gleam in their eyes.

“He’s always had a sucking cock fantasy,” E whispered to W and me, just slightly out of earshot of her boyfriend. Sweat dripped from D’s furrowed brow as he used his whole body to fling his second hole-in-one in a row. By now, the two men had caught up to us. They whooped and clapped.

“This is my favorite whole,” D said, suddenly bashful from all the attention.

I couldn’t have thought of a better opening line to outdoor group sex myself.

The taller of the two men, something of a twink, approached D. “Mine too,” he murmured flirtatiously. His companion approached, essentially flanking D, who was openly blushing.

Brazenly, E strode towards them and gave D some kind of verbal consent. I couldn’t make out what she said, but whatever it was, it led us all to a nearby clearing through the thick woods. The shorter of the two men unzipped his tight cutoff shorts and pulled out an impressive dick.

W and I both stood watching, slowly drawing closer and utterly slack-jawed. “If he doesn’t suck it, I will!” exclaimed W, the most flamboyant bisexual of our posse.

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