Like many people, I used to call phone sex lines - remember those? - to have some fun when I needed a release back in the 1990s.
Sure, I was married, but you know how that goes after your first child arrives.
We had fun, just not as often. What had been a sure thing isn't quite as sure. And men, as saying goes, do have needs.
Feeling horny and alone at home one day, I felt the need to call one of those phone sex lines.
I dabbled around, chatted with a few women. Not much happened. Being curious, it hit the button for the bi men room. Let's see what that has to offer, I thought.
After a few so-so chats, I was greeted by a man who said his name was Mike.
Mike had a deep sexy voice, one that, I suppose, made the ladies swoon along with some men. It did catch my attention.
I introduced myself as David, in my early 30s, living in west suburban Chicago. We got to talking and the conversation eventually turned to sex. Gee, what a surprise.
Mike, who said he lived in the northern suburbs, wondered why I was on a phone sex line with other men.
"Guess I was just being curious," I said.
Mike, who sounded older than me, said, "well, you won't be the first."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Many guys are 'just being curious'," he said. "It's human nature. Everyone is curious to some degree. Everyone."
I was surprised by his comment.
"Really? Are you sure? I wonder what my friends would think if they knew I was here taking with a man," I said.
Mike paused and replied. "You'd be surprised. Many of your friends would love to be in your shoes right now."
To be honest, that caught me off guard. I was surprised and, frankly, intrigued. I wanted to talk more with Mike.
"How long have been calling this line? Have you been with other men? How did this all start?" I asked.
Mike laughed.
"Whoa, slow down, David. I've been calling this line a few years. Yes, I've been with other men. It started I guess about 20 years ago when I was in my 30s," Mike said.
We talked a bit more. Nothing too sexual. Then Mike told me about a special event he attends once every month.
"We get together at a house on a quiet street in the northern suburbs. Usually 15 to 20 guys show up the last Wednesday each month. At noon," he said.
"What happens there?" I asked.
"Well, that depends on you. Clothing is optional. Everyone is given a basket for their clothes when they walk in. Some stay clothed. Some get naked. It's up the guy," Mike said.
Curious, i told him "go on."
"Some guys talk to other guys, sipping a drink. Like I said, some guys keep their clothes on. But there are others who get naked and just chat nude with other guys - who are clothed or naked - in the house. Usually the kitchen is popular because munchies are there," he said and laughed.
By now, i had started to twitch, picturing the setting. So I asked the follow-up question I'm sure Mike wanted to hear.
"Does any... fun take place," I said.
"Oh, it's lots of fun visiting," Mike said.
"You know what I mean," I said.
He laughed.
"Yes, there is some fun that goes on. Again, it depends on the guys. Some are content to have a few drinks and visit. Others are interested in more intimate encounters," Mike said.
"More intimate?" I asked.
Mike laughed.
"Come on, David, you know what I mean. This is a sex line. Why don't you visit a party sometime and see for yourself?" Mike asked.
"What would happen if I did show up?" I asked
"You could be our guest of honor," he said.
"Guest of honor? What does that entail" I asked.
Mike chuckled warmly.
"I can't reveal all our secrets. Guess you will have to attend to find out," Mike said.
We talked a bit more about each other's lives, nothing too sexual, until I had to get going to my job. Mike was in his 50s, it turns out. and semi-retired.
The thoughts of what Mike told me stayed in my mind. I worked the late shifin those days. When I got home that night, the house quiet, I thought about Mike's party and got aroused. I wondered what he meant by "guest of honor."
"Ah at least it's good jerk-off material," I thought as I stroked to mental images he had planted in my mind. I thought of naked men walking around, having fun, watching others.
About a month later, on the last Wednesday, I found myself caught up with work by the mid-morning. My wife was at her job. Our son was at day-care. I dug out the scrap of paper with the address Mike had given me.
"What's the harm?" I thought. "I don't have to do anything. MIke said I could have a few beers and talk with other guys. That sounds like a great break from the routine."
So I hopped into my car and drove up to the suburb maybe 20 or 25 miles from me.
I found the house, one of those min-mansions we see more and more. It was a busy street, so I had to park two blocks away. I walked to the front door, rang the bell and was met by man whose deep voice sounded very familiar when he said "hello."
"Mike? I'm David," I said.
He broke into a big smile.
"David, I was hoping you would show up. Guess I'm a good salesman," Mike said, clapping me on the back and then shaking my hand. "Come on in."
I walked it and he handed me an empty basket.
"You know the drill," he said.
I laughed.
"Not so fast. This is my recon mission. I just wanted to stop by and check it out," I said.
"Understood, understood," Mike said, placing the basket on a table. "We'll I'm sure you could use a beer."
I followed Mike down the hall and into the kitchen, were six other men - all clothed - were talking and drinking. We exchanged pleasantries. They all nodded and smiled. Mike handed me a beer.
We toasted each other, drank and talked.
I thought it was a pretty peaceful, average party until - out of the corner of my eye - i saw two men heading for the stairs. By the look in their eyes, they were going upstairs for more than chatting.
Mike noticed that I saw them. Both had bulges in their pants.
"They'll be having some fun soon in one of the bedrooms," he whispered.
Hearing that, I felt a tingle in my cock as I thought that just one floor above us, they'd be having sex.
I heard some noises from the living room. Mike smiled, and said, "let's check that out."
He and I walked down the hall to the spacious living room that one of those sofa beds in the center
All the men in this room, eight of them, were naked and gathered in a circle around the bed where two men - one about 60 with gray hair and the other who looked to be in his 30s with jet black hair - were engaged in a hot 69.
They were both lying on their sides as they slowly sucked each other's cock.
They clearly knew what they were doing, judging by the "mmms" I heard from each of them as their mouths went up and down on those rock hard cocks.
And, the men gathered around the sofa bed clearly enjoyed the show.
Some were stroking themselves as they watched.
Others were standing close enough to stroke each other.
I saw one older man fall to his knees in front of another man with white hair, taking his hard cock into his mouth while fondling his balls. The recipient closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as the man on his knees deep throated his cock.
Mike saw me looking, and asked "like what you see?"
I nodded. Then I looked toward the men on the bed. One look familiar.
