From the last part I shared with you about that crazy night:
"You'll all hump yourself to climax for us tonight! After that, we'll have enough evidence to choose a winner, right guys?" The audience agreed.
I stood there petrified but incredibly turned on. I never would have thought that this night would lead to me basically fucking myself to orgasm in front of an audience of gay men. Who would? But that's where it was indeed heading. I have no clue what transfixed me into this. Sure Kevin got us into this mess but before tonight I would have totally just chickened out.
Something in me had changed. I was not only hard beyond my better judgement but I was actually eager to cum. Eager to release myself in front of these gay guys anonymously. It'd probably be different if I wasn't shielded by this box but either way, I knew that in a few minutes I would be busting my nut in front of dozens of eyes and camera phones. And I wanted to.
"Okay, Marty go ahead and strap those on."
I wondered what it would feel like but didn't really need to. I'd messed around with my share of solo-toys for guys back before I met Sarah. If I'm being honest, even a bit after I met Sarah. What's different is what it feels like knowing that an audience is watching.
I felt the silicon touch the tip of my penis. Marty was there, right in front of me, attaching some sort of fleshlight onto the box. I wagered it would be clear to give the audience a better show but best not think on that.
He tried to shove it down over my dick so that he could strap it onto the box and although I was leaking a ton, it wasn't coated on the top of my dick yet so the silicon met resistance.
"He's still a bit dry."
Hmm, that must be Marty. He sounds familiar. Oh well, I guess most disembodied voices would sound similar through a wooden wall.
"Well, then use the lube."
I guess they were going to give me some lube so I could slide in and out of the contraption easier. And while that was indeed their desire I had not been expecting a hand to coat it that wasn't my own!
I could have pulled my dick back from the mysterious, wet hand but I didn't. I tensed, sure, but stood my ground as the warm, thick hand rubbed a viscous liquid all over my dick. He had coated it in the second stroke but continued to 'apply' it.
I should have been mortified, turned off, and pulled back immediately but I didn't. This high of ecstasy I was riding wouldn't allow me to. I had never been more turned on in my life.
"He seems to like your hand, Marty. He's bucking at it."
Was I? I focused on something other than my beating dick for a second and realized I indeed was. Marty's hand may have actually stopped stroking me after a couple pumps and then my body had taken over without me telling it to. I was slowly thrusting my hips back and forth into this stranger's hand, basically forcing him to jack me off.
Then again, he's gay right? He probably loves it. He probably would have jacked me off anyway, if I wanted it. Did I want it?
"Well," the MC declared. "If he'd prefer your hand, it'll do the same job. What do you say guys, should number 5 get jacked off instead?" Obviously the crowd loved the idea. A handful volunteered to help.
"Marty, would you be okay with that?"
"Umm." The crowd told him to continue, to relish the opportunity. "I guess."
He guesses? Did this gay guy not like his dick? Or maybe he was just embarrassed. That must be it. Or wait, what if he had his eyes on one of my other friend's dicks instead. I guess theirs are probably more impressive...
No, he should want to jack ME off. I'm going along with it much more than my other friends would, I'm sure. I'd make sure by the end, he was happy he picked me.
I bucked my hips back and forth farther, hitting against the wooden divider with each pump so he could sense my enthusiasm.
"Well 5 sure does want you to. Okay, the gear is equipped, Marty included. Now let's get these boys to cum!"
Any reservations about this evening were gone. My mind was so narrowly focused on the feeling of this guy's hand around my dick, the near-painful erection I was sporting, and the desire to cum. I stopped bucking for a bit when Marty took over stroking me.
He started slow and a bit mechanical, but after half a minute or so started to get really into it. Like he was jacking himself off. He would stroke my full length a few times and then edge me for a few pumps. He'd take a firm hold of my dick and just squeeze it for a second before rinse and repeating the whole activity.
"Well don't forget the balls, Marty!"
He had been. Did I want him to? No, I needed his hands everywhere. Marty didn't need much encouragement although the audience gave it to him. His other hand timidly cupped my package before kneading them between his fingers. As he stroked my dick, his other hand slowly became more forceful and started to tug a bit on my nuts too.
"Oh wow, all three guys are really getting into this aren't they guys?"
Cheers, applause, lust-focused cat calls. The audience of gay dudes was certainly loving the treat me and my friends had delivered to them.
"How much further do you think they'd be willing to go?"
What could he mean? We were already being jacked off on stage on the path to cumming in front of all of them.
"Marty, do you think number 5 would appreciate a blow job instead?"
WHAT?!
