I should explain that Johnny, who was 26 at the time of this story, was my older sister's boyfriend. As a nineteen year old boy, I had had very few sexual encounters, heterosexual or homosexual, before Johnny and I was still trying to find myself through the maze of a confused and unsettling adolescence. But that is another story. However, suffice it to say that I became attracted to Johnny and through a series of strange events and ironies, he and I had become lovers. We had had sex together on several occasions prior to the episode I am about to tell. He proclaimed to be a bisexual and for that reason could not be in a committed relationship with anyone. As for myself, I was having fun just being around Johnny. He was unlike anyone else I had ever met.
About two months after I met Johnny, he asked me if I'd like to go to a private party that one of his producer friends was throwing. It was being held in a penthouse apartment on York Avenue, in Manhattan. Johnny told me it would be a lot of fun and that there was more than just a possibility that a few celebrities would also be attending. Johnny worked in the wardrobe department for a major, network television company. So in addition to having access to some great clothes, he had access to a lot of high profile people. When I showed up to meet him, he told me I looked nice but too conservative. He suggested we stop off at one of his wardrobe locations and pick out a more stylish outfit for me, something that would showcase both Johnny's fashion sense and my body. At nineteen, I had a pretty nice build: six feet tall, short-cropped black hair, blue eyes and very smooth skin. Eventually, Johnny decided on a pair of snug fitting, black leather pants for me to wear, coupled with a matching vest and a black, button-down, satin shirt. Because I was more accustomed to wearing jeans and a tee shirt, this was pretty flashy attire for me. But I figured, why not go for it.
We arrived at the party and it was like a scene from a Hollywood movie. No expenses were spared. Aside from the magnificent view of Manhattan and the East River, the apartment was crowded with a bounty of beautiful people, food, liquor and an abundance of other types of pain relievers. Even the men and women serving the food were all very attractive. Many of them were actors trying to break into the entertainment biz. Anyway, Johnny began by getting me drinks and introducing me all around. I acted kind of shy because I felt a little out of place. The apartment was extremely well decorated and bigger than any house I had ever been in. The amount of people in attendance seemed to increase as the evening wore on. Johnny would leave me by myself, periodically, to visit with friends and/or work the room. Whenever he returned to chat with me, he would whisper in my ear something about how he had fucked this bitch or had sucked this other guy's cock. He kept telling me that my outfit was turning him on and he would subtly rub and pat my cock whenever he felt we were unobserved. He told me that I had even turned some of his friends on and that they were dying to meet me. Johnny made it clear I could flirt all I wanted but that after the party was over he was going to fuck my sweet ass. With all the touching and rubbing, my cock was staying pretty hard.
At one point a very attractive, blond woman (late forties) came over, introduced herself as Jenna, and asked me my name and how long had I known Johnny. I told her my name was Dean and that I hadn't known Johnny that long but he seemed to know everyone and anyone. She half laughed and told me she always thought Johnny was more into meeting people than actually knowing them. As it turned out, Jenna was hosting the party. Jenna was about 5' 9", brunette, very slinky body, dressed in a clinging, white dress with spaghetti shoulder straps. She had exquisite breasts with very firm nipples that were discreetly showcased by the sheer material of her gown. She kept touching and feeling my arms and shoulders and putting her mouth close to my ear in order to whisper parts of her conversation. I found the heat from her mouth on my ear to be very arousing. She told me she loved my pants and wondered whether or not my cock was comfortable in there. My face must have blushed to a bright red, because she patted my cheek and told me not to be embarrassed.
"I was watching you with Johnny and you didn't seem so shy when he was running his hands all over you. Does Johnny own you or something, baby face?'
I sort of babbled, "No one owns me. Johnny and I are just good friends."
She smiled a very coy smile and said, "That's good to hear, because it looks like your love tool is straining to get out. I hope it's not something I caused."
Jenna casually glanced around the room to see if anyone was watching as she quietly moved closer to me, sliding her hands around my waist and over my ass.
"Ummm, the rest of you feels pretty hard too."
She gave me a kiss on the ear and took me by the hand and said, "I want you to meet my husband, Roger."
I thought to myself, "Oh shit!" But before I could think of a way to escape, she brought me over to this man, who seemed to holding an audience with a small group of people. When he turned around to greet me, I almost fell over. He was a very popular and well known actor and singer, both on TV and in the movies. Surprisingly, he was very warm, friendly, and easy to talk to. After Jenna introduced Roger and me, we made small talk and he really made me feel at ease, and that he wasn't just being polite. We chatted for about five minutes about my background, when Jenna excused us saying she wanted to introduce me around to her friends. Roger smiled at me, patted my shoulder and looking me right in the eye said, "Don't be a stranger Dean. Make yourself at home. My house is your house."
She took me by the hand and proceeded to lead me around from room to room introducing me to a lot of people, many of them show biz VIPs. I was dizzy just trying to keep up with the names. Eventually, we entered a very large bedroom that included a large, leather couch. She closed the door, locked it, and then dimmed the lights asking me to join her on the couch. I was so excited from meeting all these important people that I was kind of in awe of Jenna and not thinking too clearly. I acted like a puppy dog and I let her lead me to the couch wondering what she had in mind. I had just sat down when Jenna, without any words being spoken, pushed me back on the couch and started kissing me on the lips and rubbing my nipples through my shirt. She had a very soft mouth and large lips. Within moments she had slipped her tongue into my mouth, as her long, red-polished fingernails raked and explored my chest, alternately tweaking my nipples. The taste of her lipstick and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating as well as titillating. I couldn't believe how quickly and how hard my cock became. Those pants suddenly felt super tight.
Jenna broke our little heated make out session and asked me, "Do you like my breasts Dean? I noticed you have been staring at them for most of the evening."
I told her, "I think you have the greatest tits I've ever seen. They look so well shaped and firm, like ripe fruit."
Jenna smiled her sexy smile and slid one strap off her shoulder, exposing her gorgeous globe to me, and said, "Let me see how good you are at sucking mommy's nipple."
I slid a little closer to her and let my hand slip over these two mounds of pearly flesh. I opened my mouth wide and softly tried to engulf as much of her breast in my hot, wet mouth. I slid my tongue all around her left breast while my hand massaged and kneaded her right breast.
