Anthony in Ey West.

After getting settled into his own house, Anthony settled into what he later referred to as his "time of decadent luxury."

By the time he'd moved in, he had cultivated a circle of sexual partners with whom he could explore the kinds of pleasures that men could experience together. There was Michael, of course, and David from the hotel. At Anthony's urging, David's roommate and occasional lover had joined them in a threesome. After that, he was a regular partner in trysts that usually included David. Greg found that being able to fuck at Anthony's house was somewhat liberating.

There was Brett, the realtor. One of Michael's acquaintances among the men he met, and fucked, at orgies, and the bar manager at the tennis club.

With all that, and an orgy about once a month, it was a rare day or night that he wasn't able to enjoy an orgasmic embrace with another man. Or men.

That didn't stop him from exploring, to a degree. One day he decided to take a stroll along the beach where it had been alluded that random, anonymous sex could be enjoyed.

Barefoot, wearing a bright red bikini swim trunks, Anthony laid out a beach blanket near one of the thickets of brush that provided shade. And shelter for illicit encounters.

After a while, a man sauntered along. Similarly dressed to Anthony, he wore his blond hair longish. His body was deeply tanned. Anthony figured him to be close to 35.

Wordlessly, he laid his own towel next to Anthony's. Twenty minutes passed as they enjoyed the warm sun. In time, the man said "I'm Jeremy."

"Hi. I'm Anthony."

Jeremy leaned close and said "Would you like to fuck me? I'd like you to fuck me."

Anthony rolled to his side and propped up on an elbow. "Where?"

Jeremy nodded towards the trees. "Right up in there. It's my favorite spot. This is where I like to come to get fucked. C'mon." He led the way.

There was a perfect little space just two steps into the thicket. Sun-dappled, there was enough cover that two men kneeling in the sand could only be seen by someone walking only a few feet away.

Jeremy knelt and beckoned Anthony to come close. He pulled a small tube of lubricant from the waistband of his swimsuit and pulled Anthony's trunks down, revealing his rapidly stiffening member. After a momentary suckle, Jeremy applied a healthy quantity of lube before turning away. Still kneeling, he pulled his trunks down to the top of his thighs, exposing his hole.

Anthony dropped to his knees and pressed his cock to the offered prize. He gently pressed, and Jeremy's flesh opened and accepted him. He paused with just the head of his cock ensheathed by the man's warmth. "All the way!" Jeremy hissed. And Anthony slid balls deep in one gentle thrust.

They came quickly. As their orgasms faded, Jeremy gently slipped from his impalement, turned and said "Thanks." and was gone.

It was Anthony's sole visit to the beach, other than a couple of times he and Michael went together, and enjoyed a more fulfilling lovemaking session in the same alcove of trees.

He couldn't deny that there was a particular thrill to an anonymous fuck on the beach. It just lacked the things he had come to expect with sex. Whether it was the intensity of a lengthy session of man-on-man eroticism, with long bouts of fingering and sucking and stroking; where each orgasm was merely a prelude to another. Or whether it was the thrill of multiple partners, where hands and lips and tongues caressed his body, while his cock throbbed inside a mouth or an anus, or a cock throbbed inside of him, or all of the above, and other men watched with lust burning in their eyes and hearts and loins.

Quick, anonymous sex on the beach offered none of that.

On the other hand, the tennis club had something else to offer. He had met the manager when he signed up, then met again at an orgy.

The tennis club attracted a lot of northern visitors. Many of them were men both successful and athletic. And some of them were looking for another kind of excitement while they visited Key West, unattached. The club manager made sure they were paired up, on the court, with the right regular members.

Anthony played twice a week, along with regular tournament play. He was highly regarded as a strong competitor. He was also a very companionable one, gracious in both victory and defeat.

Larry was a home builder from North Carolina. On Tuesday, he defeated Anthony in three sets. The next day they had a rematch, which Anthony just barely won. It was a match played in the sultry heat of early April afternoon.

By the time the match ended, both men were drenched in sweat. "Listen," Anthony said as they headed for the locker room "why don't we have a beer at my place? You can shower up there if you'd like."

Larry said he was up for that, and Anthony gave him the address. "Give me a five minute head start. Park in the drive, behind my 'Vette. The door'll be unlocked"

The five minutes gave Anthony enough time to give himself a quick enema. He also shot a thick dollop of lube into his love hole. He didn't shower.

When Larry walked in, Anthony was standing in his bedroom doorway. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, legs crossed at the ankles. Naked. And rock hard. "Like what you see?"

Larry didn't answer. He walked straight up to Anthony, stopped a foot away, and unbuttoned his tennis shorts. When his own hard cock sprung free he said "You've been wanting to fuck with me since about a minute after we hit the court.

Anthony wrapped his hand around Larry's cock. Larry took Anthony's in his. Almost instinctively he began to slowly jack it. Anthony said "Not really. What I've wanted since about a minute after we hit the court is for you to fuck me."

"That's good. Because I want to fuck you."

They moved closer and kissed, tongues intertwined as they pressed their cocks together. Anthony led them to the bed, flopped on his back and drew his legs back. He reached around his legs and spread his cheeks. "This is what you want. Come and get it. I'm all lubed up."

Larry knelt on the bed, gazing at the prize that was Anthony's puckered hole. He pressed his cock to it. When the head penetrated the opening, Anthony gave a little gasp. Larry looked at him, questioning. Anthony nodded. "Now just slide all the way in, nice and slow."

They both moaned as Larry felt Anthony's fuck hole embrace him.

"Oh God, you feel good!" Larry exclaimed as he went balls deep.

They fucked. It was brief, but intense. Larry's thrusts were hard and fast and deep. Anthony came first, but not by much. When he saw Anthony's cock spurting thick jets of spunk all the way to his chin it sent him over the edge. He roared with passion as he emptied his balls deep into Anthony's anus.

They fell apart panting and sweating. "That was incredible." Larry exclaimed. "I haven't fucked a guy in quite a while. I almost forgot how good that is. And when you came! Wow!"

Anthony rolled to his side, propped up on an elbow. "Do you only fuck guys?"

Larry explained that he was actually married. Had a small architecture firm back in Charlotte. He came down to the Keys four times a year. Twice, for a week each, with his wife, for some sun and sand. Plus, twice a year he came down by himself for a couple of days. To play tennis, and indulge in some man-to-man action. Jim at the tennis club was his connection to that action. He always made sure Larry played tennis with someone who was looking for the same thing.

"What about you? Only guys, too? And what do you do to live down here?"

Anthony answered the second part first. "My family had money, which helped. I gambled on some commercial properties in New York. They now pay me a monthly salary that makes life pretty easy. Gives me time to do what I like best."

"And what's that?" asked Larry, noticing that Anthony's smile had a hint of wickedness.

"I like to fuck. I've only been here a few months, but I think I've landed in paradise or something." Anthony rolled to his back, maintaining eye contact. He used his hand to smear Larry's cum around on his chest. "I get fucked, or fuck somebody, four or five times a week. Sometimes more. Only guys."

"Do you always cum like that when you get fucked?"

"Oh yeah. I love getting fucked. But I love other things, too."

"Like?"

"Oh, like getting fucked while I'm sucking a cock, and both guys cum at the same time."

Anthony's dialogue was having the desired effect. Larry's cock was getting hard again. "You have two guys at the same time? That's hot."

"Ooooh, I've had two and three and four at the same time. Sucking two guys...well, sucking and jerking them off, getting fucked, and having another guys sucking my cock, all at the same time. Wow. And there was a whole bunch of guys watching, because it was an orgy. It was amazing."

"You do orgies?" Larry was now rock hard.

"Yeah. I do some kind of threesome or foursome at least every week, and there's an orgy to go to once a month or better." Anthony rolled Larry to his back and straddled him. "But right now, I want your cock in my ass again."

He slathered the big shaft with K-Y and then pulled his feet up so he was squatting over his new lover. His own cock was rock hard between them. Anthony rose up and guided Larry's member to his love hole, then slid down around it.

This time they fucked slowly, languidly. Anthony rose up until just the head of Larry's rod was inside him, then slowly rode down, luxuriating in the feeling of being filled.

Larry's gaze was fixed on Anthony's cock. "It's beautiful." he whispered as he caressed it with his finger tips.

Anthony poured some lube on it. "Nice and gentle." he cooed. "Nice and gentle. Do you want me to cum first? I know you liked watching me squirt."

"Yes!" Larry hissed. "I want to see you squirt before I cum!"

Anthony's pace quickened, and quickened some more as his orgasm rose. "Now! Jack me off hard! I'm ready to cum!"

Larry squeezed his thick, slick cock and masturbated him vigorously. Both of them were focused on Anthony's cock, and in seconds they were rewarded with the sight of a thick milky jet of spunk erupting onto Larry's chest. Then another, followed by a thick drizzle that ran down Larry's hand.

Anthony grabbed Larry's cummy hand and pulled it up so that he could lick the creamy treat. Larry said "OH GOD!" and drove his hips upward, trying to shoot his seed as deep as he could inside the beautiful and erotic Adonis he couldn't believe he was fucking.

Anthony remained astride, holding Larry inside of him until he was completely soft. When he rose, a thick dollop of cream dribbled out of him and onto Larry's cock, which caused the architect to say "Oh. That's even kinda hot."

They laid on their backs, staring at the ceiling. "Wow." Larry said. "Do you know how long it's been since a guy made me cum twice? And you're so....sexual when you're getting fucked. I've fucked a lot of guys who don't really enjoy it. I mean, they want a cock in their ass, but it doesn't make them cum. Not like you. It's just...wow."

Anthony got them a couple of cold beers, and they relaxed together, naked, and quenched their thirst. Both men were coated in both sweat and cum. When their beers were empty, Anthony took Larry by the hand and led him to the party room.

The spare bedroom had been turned into a proper fuck palace. A sling, complete with stirrup straps, was suspended from the ceiling. A sturdy coffee table had been upholstered in padded black leather. Anthony explained that it was the perfect height for a man to lay on his back and get fucked in the ass, while hanging his head off the other end and get fucked in the mouth. A shelf held a variety of dildos that he had managed to amass in just a few months. There was an ample supply of lubricant. Mirrors on every wall. Decorative sconces, about a dozen, held candles.

"Have you ever done it with more than one guy?" Anthony asked, coyly.

Larry shook his head, his eyes fixed on the dildos. "No. Never really had the chance...."

"Well, if you're still in town tomorrow, I can invite a couple of friends. This room is perfect for four guys. I guarantee you that we'll blow your mind."

They showered together. Anthony had paid to have a larger capacity water heater added before he moved in, knowing that he'd be showering regularly with his guests.

Towelling each other off led to a stiffening. Anthony went to his knees and used his mouth. He moaned appreciatively when Larry rewarded him with another creamy climax, and drank it with gusto. When he stood, Larry's mouth was open with desire, and they kissed. Then Anthony turned and faced the mirror. Larry reached around him and lovingly masturbated him as Anthony leaned back into his new lover.

They both watched in joy as Anthony jizzed all over Larry's hand. Anthony licked it clean, then pressed his mouth to Larry's again. There was a moment of hesitation- Anthony suspected that it was rare that Larry got a taste of cum- followed by an enthusiastic coupling of tongues.

Larry was almost visibly drained by the intensity of the encounter, but was eager to experience what Anthony promised. He left, promising to drink lots of water and eat some protein and fruit before tomorrow night.

Anthony had found Larry to be an exciting partner, but still had to fight the urge to invite Mike over for another good fuck. Instead, he puttered around the house, naked, while doing some mundane chores that needed doing, watched some TV, then went to bed.

He also telephoned Greg, and David at the hotel, and invited them over for playtime the following night, mentioning that he'd met someone who would love to join them for some excitement. Anthony had thought of inviting Michael, but decided that having three much younger men all to himself was going to blow Larry's mind completely. Which is what he hoped to do.

Greg and David were already there when Larry showed. Anthony had him undress before leading him into the party room. Greg was in the sling, and David was lubricating him. David said "Hello" with a deep, probing kiss accompanied by a loving stroke of Larry's hard cock.

"Have you ever fucked in an orgy, Larry?" he asked.

"Never." Larry's voice betrayed a touch of nervousness.

Another kiss. "Well, I can assure you that watching guys fuck, and having guys watch you fuck is very, very intoxicating. I promise you'll love it."

David sat down on the bench, which Anthony had positioned so that it was perfect for viewing the action in the sling. Greg was holding the dildo he had picked out, and was lubricating it. Anthony positioned himself between David's open legs, took the dildo, and in the gently flickering candle light he slid it into Greg's asshole. Larry said "Ooooh." at the same time that Greg did.

David whispered into Larry's ear "You like that, don't you?"

Larry couldn't look away. "It's so hot." His hand reached over and circled David's cock and slowly stroked it, almost in unison with how Anthony was gently pumping the dildo in Greg's hole. David grasped Larry's cock with his own lube-slicked hand.

Anthony lovingly dildoed Greg while he slowly and easily stroked Greg's cock. After several lingering kisses that allowed him to press his cock against Greg's sweating body, Anthony went to his knees so that he could enjoy the sight of Greg's asshole being violated by the sex toy. He loved Greg's hole. It was exquisite. And seemingly always ready for a toy or a cock. And cum.

As they kissed, David could feel the tension rising in Larry's body. "You want them to fuck, don't you. You want to see them fucking."

Larry could only nod.

"Then cum in Anthony's mouth. I think he wants you to cum in his mouth before he's ready to fuck Greg."

Anthony turned and opened his mouth when Larry rose. The first jet of hot sperm landed on his cheek. The remainder went straight into his open mouth. Anthony sucked the last few spurts with enthusiasm, letting the bulk of Larry's ejaculation dribble down his chin, erotically.

Anthony pulled the dildo out of Greg's ass and smeared the jizz that was on his face all around Greg's hole. Then he rose and slid right into him as he bent forward and kissed him deeply.

"Oh God! I'm gonna cum!" cried Greg. David went to him and took Greg's cock in his mouth. His reward was several powerful jets of silky liquid. To Larry's own astonishment, he was so caught up in the power of the raw sexuality that infused the room that his mouth sought David's. Kissing a man with a mouth full of cum sent a jolt of power that hardened his cock in a way he couldn't remember ever experiencing.

He pulled David closer to him as they watched Anthony fuck Greg with his powerful cock. He marvelled at how Greg's cock stayed rock hard even after cumming so hard his whole body shook. But he couldn't deny that the presence of other men, magnified by the erotic lighting- candles plus one red and one blue light, added an element to fucking that he'd never experienced before. The desire, the lust, the need to feel another man's body was supercharged by the atmosphere of the room.

Anthony cried out in passion as his orgasm erupted. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" he shouted as he thrust deep and hard, pumping his cum as deep as he could. When he stepped away from Greg, Anthony held his hand out to Larry, beckoning him to take his turn.

He gazed at the prize that was Greg's succulent hole when he readied himself to enter. It was especially arousing that all three of these young men were masculine. Greg's body was especially enticing. Every inch of his flesh was tanned, and his pubic hair was shaved smooth. His puckered hole was twitching in anticipation of his thrusts. He gasped and Greg moaned when he shoved himself in with a single thrust.

Anthony and David stood on either side of him as he fucked the beautiful young supplicant with the magnificent cock and the tight, willing asshole. His mouth went back and forth between the two men watching him fuck. Their tongues were so enticing, and their mouths tasted of sperm. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, building and building in intensity.

David pulled Anthony away and bent over the table, resting his chest on the surface so that he could reach back and spread his ass cheeks wider. His reward was Anthony's big rod buried balls deep in his rectum.

Greg stared up at the man fucking him. He luxuriated in the power of the architect's thrusts, exhilarated in that feeling of being stretched and filled, of being the object of intense desire. He knew the look on the newcomer's face. That look of exploding desire. Greg saw in Larry a man who had rarely, if ever, sucked a cock and felt it explode in his mouth. Probably never been fucked. But tonight? Tonight Larry was going to beg to feel cum erupting in his mouth, coating his tongue and lips. He was even certain that, before this playtime ended, Larry was going to beg to feel a hot throbbing cock pulsating inside of him, pumping warm jizz into his inner sanctum. And he was going to love it.

For Larry, the raw intensity of the moment was literally mind blowing. The sights, the sounds, the smells of men fucking men; of watching men make love while he was making love to another man just a step away. When Greg said "Give me your cum!" he erupted in a way he'd never climaxed before. Once it started, it felt like the orgasm wouldn't stop. It felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into Greg's asshole.

As Larry's body shook with pleasure, Greg was radiant with the joy of being fucked. The joy of having a cock inside of him. "I wanna cum in your mouth!" he exclaimed.

And Larry was so caught up in the moment that he did something he'd not done since college. He bent down and wrapped his mouth around Greg's throbbing shaft and was filled with joy when the hot nectar exploded.

Almost before the last jet of silky spunk had gushed forth, Greg was pulling him up so that they could kiss and share the sticky treat. Larry let his cock slip out of Greg's hole, and rested his chest on the young stud. Together, they watched the other pair mating.