Ted and I lie on the bed for a few minutes in the dark. I had thought about the show often in the days leading up to tonight. The prospect of having sex, performing sexually in front of spectators was wilding arousing. That is why I am here, the money providing the lure for what is to follow. But I would have done this show for nothing, would have paid myself to do this show. And yet the actual event, the performance just concluded was far more intense and arousing than my wildest dreams or imagination. I lie here with Ted behind me in the dark and I am still aroused, reliving the past hour. But Ted is not aroused and we both need a shower so we disentangle and get up. We each shower and dress, saying not a word. I would actually like to talk about this but there is hardly time and in any event the conversation would be awkward.
We complete our ablutions, dress, and leave the bedroom. We find Mike waiting to greet us offering many congratulations and much praise on 'a thrilling performance'. Mike suggests that we might have a rest and some refreshments with the guests and that we can discuss the rest of the evening. We follow Mike and both Ted and I have a bit of food and more club soda. I don't know how Ted feels but I find it unnerving to engage in social chit chat with people who have spent the last hour staring at my erection and my orifices being filled. I ponder if someone I am talking to is thinking about the words coming out of my mouth or visions of Mike's cock between my lips. I suppose eager anticipation is the more likely reaction for people this age and faced with the prospect of having sex with a beautiful young body. In any case, all of the guests appear to be married couples, all old enough to be my parent. I am assuming that they are all of an enlightened disposition in things sexual and presumably many other things as well.
We have some pleasant chats about current events. My physique is a repeated topic of inquiry and the explanation of racing bicycles provokes admiring reactions about stamina. I should think so. I am introduced to Abby and Tom with whom I spend a few pleasant moments talking. The couple have all the appearance of a marriage surviving to age 50ish. On inquiry I learn that they have children in college and that Abby is a tennis club aficionado. Tom is in business which includes golf with clients. I answer their questions about bicycle racing with some self-deprecating humor about being the water bottle carrier. They both respond with some admiring remarks about my physical appearance. I am not clear if the follow on efforts have already been decided or if this social mingling is the interview process in anticipation of those decisions. In any case, we all seem to get along and the guests all quite anxious to be friendly.
Eventually Mike gathers Ted and I and we are informed of our assigned rooms. Mike is certainly suave in his presentation, but I am to return to the room we were just in and Ted to a room far removed, 'to provide privacy'. Mike reassures me that my room has been 'freshened'. We are to wait for fifteen minutes so that the guests can retire to their rooms of choice. Mike tells me that some guests may move from room to room and wants some reassurance that we are okay with this. We reassure him.
A short time later I am outside of my room where I decide to undress so that I can enter in the nude. I begin to swell as I undress just thinking about the prospects of performing with people watching. As I walk into the room, I am at full mast. The room is occupied by Alice on the bed and Abby and Tom sitting together on a couch next to the bed. All three are attired in dressing robes, and as far as I can determine, Alice wearing nothing else. Alice reaches up to exchange a brief kiss of greeting and takes that opportunity to wrap her fingers around my cock and give it a gentle squeeze. There seems little doubt about her plans. Alice disengages and gives me a small nudge in the direction of Abby and Tom.
I stand in front of them, my cock jutting out from my smooth belly, both looking intently from head to foot. Tom reaches out a hand to my hip and draws me closer. My cock is erect at eye level to both of them. Tom slides the backside of his fingers the length of the underside of my cock. I throb at the touch and I see a reaction of arousal on the face of both of them. Tom slides his hand between my legs and cups my balls. He holds my balls in his hands for several minutes, my cock jutting out and displaying the occasional throb. Both of them shift their gaze back and forth from my face to my cock. Eventually Tom lifts my balls and uses this leverage to direct my cock to his mouth. He engulfs me and holds my cock soaking in his mouth, Abby shifting her gaze from this spectacle to my face. Abby reaches out to put her hand on my other hip and with this touch Tom withdraws from my cock and directs the shaft to Abby who then takes my cock in her mouth. She does not move, just soaks for a couple of minutes. I feel her tongue cradling the bottom of my shaft. I give her cheek a caressing brush of approval. I am throbbing and clenching with pleasure as Abby gently squeezes my cock in her mouth while Tom gently lifts and squeezes my balls in his hand. I have to say that this is highly arousing, particularly as I know that Alice is taking all of this in. The two each take several turns, moving my cock back and forth between them. And then I hear the booming voice of Alice from behind, 'hey you two, how about sharing, you can't hog him to yourselves all night'.