It was billed as a jack off party. I found it by trolling gay groups on Yahoo. They said that they allowed no alcohol or drugs. They limited the number of men to 16 and you had to apply to get in. They mailed the invitation if you were accepted and that was your ticket for entrance. They said that you had to strip as soon as you got there and after that, you made the limits. "No means No" and all of that.
I was 40, divorced, and now that I was on my own again, I was free to check out what man sex was like. I had been working out and was looking pretty good without clothes, but I didn't know what to expect. I was thinking that being naked with a bunch of men would be a good way to test myself and try to figure out if I liked sex with men. Sex with my wife hadn't been good, and I wondered if it was because I was gay.
I arrived at the party. It was in a largish house. I arrived at 30 minutes after the start time so I wouldn't be the first one there. I wasn't. The party was in very enthusiastic swing when I walked in. I entered through the kitchen and was directed to a bedroom. I brought a backpack along for my clothes and put them in it. Other guys had done the same thing. It felt a little weird, doing this extreme thing, but I figured even if I didn't have sex with anyone, I would remember this. I had tried gay bars and hadn't met anyone I thought was my type. I was just about to take my boxers off when one of the hosts came in. He had a nametag that went around my bicep and offered some words of encouragement. I think he knew I was a little shy, because I waited for him to leave before dropping my boxers.
I left the bedroom by another door and was in the living room. As advertised, there were naked men spread around, making small talk. Some were touching each other and I knew that sex was going to break out any minute. The host offered a bottle of water and I took it. We exchanged names. He was the only one with his clothes on and there were two more people coming, then he would lock the doors and get to strip also. He suggested that I wander back to the family room and mingle with more people.
I got to look at more of the men and decided that I wasn't here to get visually inspired to fuck. These were not models. They had never been models. These were guys who were not now in shape. They were just guys. I went back to the family room and there was one guy who was more animated than most. Trevor. He seemed know some of the other guys. Trevor was a few inches taller than me, at about 6'1". He waved to me and I waved back. The TV was on and there was a ball game on. Just the average room filled with naked guys watching TV. With no beer.
I went back to the living room and the host came in naked. I guess the last of the crew had arrived. The host had a boy friend and proceeded to start playing with his cock. This broke the ice and people started to pair off. I had gotten there later, so I didn't know anyone. I felt a hand on my hip and turned to face Trevor. He introduced himself and said that he didn't get the opportunity earlier. He liked my name, Arnie, and didn't make a comment about golf. I liked that.
We were standing next to a wall and I sort of leaned against it. He was talking about he game that had been on and reached out and stroked my penis. I was shocked! Not so much as a by-your-leave! I didn't mind, because I knew that I would need someone else to take charge if I was ever going to do this thing. He continued his assault by stepping between my feet and sliding a hand around my ass. I was rock hard.
I reached out to reciprocate, and noticed that my hand was shaking. The house was warm, but I was starting to shake from nervousness. He put his arm around me and guided me over to a sofa. We were sitting side by side on the sofa, a decent looking guy and he had his arm around me. I turned to him and he looked right at me.
So I kissed him.
I was a little surprised by my forwardness and my kiss was timid. He knew it was an invitation, so he took me up on it and kissed me back. I was really starting to shake and he asked me if this was my first time and I said yes. He said that it was okay, everyone has a first time. He asked what I wanted to do and I said everything. He said "Take it slow at first, grasshopper, and remember to breathe."
I cracked up. At least he had a sense of humor. He suggested that we find a quieter place so we went upstairs and met a guy coming out of one of the bedrooms. Trevor introduced me to Reg and said that maybe the three of us could snuggle down for a while. The beds were stripped of blankets and there was a plastic sheet under the mattress pad. I ended up in the middle of the bed between Trevor and Reg.
I was about to blow my top. These two guys stroked my body and made me feel really good. It was so fucking good! My cock was hard and leaking. They took turns kissing me and nuzzling me. I felt like I was being eaten alive and it was good. Trevor asked if I would like Reg to go down on me. I said yes.
Reg started kissing my chest and I knew where he was going but Trevor was kissing my face so I started making out with him. My cock was engulfed by Reg's warm mouth and I was fucking giddy with delight. Reg gave my cock a tongue bath and I was in heaven. I had a hold of Trevor's cock, a nice one about the same size as mine, and uncut. I had never touched an uncut cock before, so I wanted to try that out. Trevor asked me if I would like to 69 with Reg. I wanted to suck Trevor's cock, but I figured Reg's would do nicely.
Reg and I repositioned ourselves on the bed and went into a 69. Reg's cock was bigger than mine and cut. I loved the warm head, the ridges, the veins. I did to Reg's cock what he was doing to mine. He wrapped his top arm around my ass and started to slide his fingers in, so I did the same thing. Trevor was in back of me and it felt good to feel his warmth. Reg had one hand on my cock, stroking it gently while his tongue worked over the head. I did the same. I could feel the slippery precum and wondered what it would be like to catch a load of cum in my mouth. I wanted to cum, but Reg was holding me back, not letting me got to that point where I would blast him. I started to stroke his cock more firmly and he groaned. He reciprocated and I knew that he was close. He started to twitch and he came with a blast in my mouth. His body jerked spasmodically and I knew that he had been pleased with my cocksucking. I came soon after in the same jerky way and he sucked me dry.
I felt so good. Trevor hugged me from behind and I could feel his cock poking me in the ass. We all collapsed together and snuggled for a while. Reg and Trevor made out for a bit. The door opened and someone looked it. "It smells like sex in here!" a femmie voice said. Trevor tried to sound like Dustin Hoffman in "Midnight Cowboy": "Hey, we're fucking in here!" There was a laugh and the door closed again.
We were all laughing and in good spirits and Reg excused himself to get a drink from downstairs. Trevor asked me how I felt. I said that I was feeling all kinds of emotions and couldn't really nail it down. He said that it was all right, just remember to breathe. Another couple came in and asked if we were done or could they just get down on half of the bed? It was clear that there was a shortage of beds, so we went downstairs.
The crowd downstairs was a lot looser. Trevor walked with his arm around me, like I was his girlfriend or something. I didn't mind that. If I was going to be anyone's bitch, I would rather be Trevor's bitch. We walked back to the TV room, and there was somebody bent over the sofa, getting reamed. The reamer had the reamee by the hips and was fucking him. I have never seen anything so erotic. We had walked in just before the reamer got a nut and his face was contorted in painful pleasure, covered with a fine mist of sweat. He pulled the reamee away from the sofa and another guy got under him to take the reamee's cock in his mouth. The reamer fucked, fucked, fucked and fucked. Their bodies slammed together with a wet smack and the reamee's cock would slide into the fluffer's mouth, backed against the sofa. Fuck, smack, grunt, fuck, smack, grunt. The reamer was giving the reamee a good fucking. And then he stopped, sort of transfixed. The reamee through his head back and started bucking. The reamer lost his rhythm and was like an animal. There was no art anymore. It was fuck, grunt, fuck, grunt.