The Party

Finally, the sequel to To his House is here. Sometimes it just takes a while before I get inspired again. Many thanks to Literotica editor Larryinseattle for his helpful corrections.

"Good morning, sir. Are you alright?"

The policeman had opened the door of Peter's car and couldn't hide his surprise when he saw me sitting there, stark naked and with the streams of cum from the men I had just met dripping down my body. He had stopped us less than a minute after we left the parking lot where Peter had me serve five men.

"I'm fine, officer." I smiled.

He looked at me, then at Peter, then at me again.

"You are safe here to tell me if you are here against your will or are forced to be here."

"Thank you, officer, but I really voluntarily chose to get into this man's car naked."

"Are you sure? In that case I will have to ask you to show your ID and you will be fined for public nudity."

"Sure, I'm not under any duress here. But I'm in a private car, so I don't think that's public nudity."

"That's right," the officer said, grinning. "But your walk in the parking lot just now was. And when I look at you, there were quite a few more naked acts that you're lucky I didn't see, otherwise you wouldn't get away with just a fine, so please show me your ID."

"In that case, I need to grab my bag from the trunk."

"Then you should put something on."

"But my clothes are also in the trunk."

The officer sighed deeply. "Open the trunk and tell me which bag to grab."

After taking my details and writing the ticket, he threw my clothes on my lap. "You better put these on if you want to prevent further problems."

I wanted to point out that the car is really private property, but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

The officer wished us a good trip, after which Peter started his car again and we continued on our way to his house.

"Sorry, I didn't foresee this," Peter said.

"It's okay," I laughed, while I threw my clothes on the back seat. "I'm so horny now that I don't care anymore, even if I have to run naked behind your car. I'm just glad he didn't arrest me. Then I would have been in serious trouble."

A few minutes later we left the highway and another 10 minutes later Peter turned onto a narrow gravel road. At the end of that road was a gate.

"Please open that," said Peter.

I didn't even object anymore, got out and walked to the gate. It was locked, so I went back to ask for the key.

Peter pointed to a tree. "It's in the box hanging on that tree."

I walked to the tree, found the key, and opened the gate. Peter shouted that I could leave it open, but that I had to put the key back. He then drove on and disappeared from view after rounding a bend.

There I stood. I had no idea where I was and just walked in the direction Peter had driven. When I rounded the bend in the road, my mouth fell open in amazement. I looked out on a large country house with a beautiful garden. Peter's ordinary car was parked between a few super luxurious cars. A few groups of men were sitting on the terrace, talking and drinking.

Hidden along the edge of the forest, I walked towards Peter's car to grab my clothes. I made myself as small as possible when I crossed the open space to the parking lot, but from the cheering I could tell that I had been spotted. And of course I could have known: the car was locked.

Suddenly Peter's voice came from behind me: "When you were having such a good time there in the bushes, I thought you may like a party. So I announced it in the group app. I didn't expect 20 people to come. But you probably won't consider it as a punishment to make 20 men cum."

"Is this your house?" I stammered.

"Yeah, you didn't expect that when you saw my car. Inheritance. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the staff. That was too expensive for me. But I don't think you will mind delivering the drinks. The guests will undoubtedly give you a drink in return."

Peter gestured for me to follow him. And of course I had no other choice. And of course I didn't want any other choice. He guided me between the tables on the terrace, while 20 pairs of giggling men's hands tried to touch or grab me. The few hands that managed to grab my cock for a moment made it start to grow a little already. In the kitchen, he showed me where I could find the drinks and glasses.

"I want my guests to have a nice afternoon, so I expect you to do what they ask. If they offer you a drink, respond that anything they have to offer is fine with you. And let them decide where and how they want to offer it to you."

I said it was clear to me, even though I was very nervous. 7 years ago I sucked my first and only strange cock and today I had already felt and tasted quite a few cum in and on me, and now I had the prospect of 20 more.

I took a few deep breaths, then stepped outside. I decided to start at the farthest table, so that I had to walk past all the other men as often as possible. I asked one of the men what I could pour for him. When all five of them started shouting something, I said that I was really too old to remember that I would serve them one by one. They agreed with a laugh.

The first order was a glass of whisky. While I walked to the table with it, I was touched again on all sides. My arousal started to become more and more visible with my increasingly stiff cock. I placed the glass in front of the man who ordered it.

"Thank you," he said. "Can I offer you something to drink too?"

"Yes, nice," I smiled. "I always like to swallow something."

"What do you like most?"

"I like everything, so just give me what you have in stock."

He pushed back his chair, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out a still flaccid penis. "Sorry, the tap hasn't been used in a while, so your drink needs to be sucked," he laughed.

I dropped to my knees and started licking his cockhead with my tongue. Immediately a few moans escaped his mouth and soon his cock started to grow in small jerks. While the other men watched with interest from all sides and took photos and videos with their phones, I sucked the cock at full strength. Usually, I take all the time to slowly increase the tension, but with 20 men waiting it all had to be done a little faster. So I didn't wait, but started moving my head back and forth while sucking, so that the cock always disappeared deep inside, and then almost flopped out again. It worked well as the man was writhing and groaning in his seat. It didn't take much for him to fall backwards, chair and all. Suddenly he seemed to freeze, stayed still for a few seconds, let out a loud cry, and then, jerking and shaking, shot several large jets deep into my throat. His wild movements caused his cock to shoot out of my mouth, so that the last two shots landed in my beard.

It was much the same with the four others at the table. But the image of me giving a blowjob had already turned them on so much that their cocks were already completely stiff. One by one I brought them their drinks and all four of them wanted me to drink their offered drink straight from the tap. And all of them ended up with their last shots on my face.

It also happened the same way at the second table. Even though I'm a big fan of cum, I still hoped there would be some variety. In any case, 10 half portions swallowed and 10 half portions dripping down my face was a harvest that I had not dared to dream of this morning.

I walked to the third table to ask what they wanted to drink. Strings of cum dripped from my face onto my stomach. One of the men ordered two beers. When I brought them over, he pointed out that one was for one of the other men.

"Thank you," they said. "Can we offer you something to drink too?"

"Yes, nice," I smiled. "I always like to swallow something."

"What do you like most?"

"I like everything, so just give me what you have in stock."

The men pushed the drinks aside and one of them stood behind the table. He pushed his pants down and a rather large cock swung out. The only way I could get it into my mouth was to bend over the table. Half lying down, I managed to close my lips around his cockhead and make circular movements with my tongue.

Suddenly I felt a few slippery fingers between my buttocks. I guess someone had spit on their hand and was now smearing their spit around my ass. It felt good. I had never done anal in my life, had always been a bit hesitant about it, but it was now turning me on quite a bit. What I expected soon happened. Something was pushing against my asshole. Soft, yet firm. As hands pulled my buttocks apart a little, the pressure increased. And suddenly it shot in a bit. An incredible sensation. The pressure was gradually increased. I had no idea how big the cock was that was being shoved inside me, but it almost felt like it was going to come out at my throat. It was one great thrill of heavenly feelings.

It only took a moment before I felt a belly and balls colliding with my buttocks. The situation remained like that for a moment, but then the cock was slowly withdrawn. Very gently the fucking started. Carefully the pole slid in and out. When everything was quite wet and slippery, the speed was increased. The sensation made me forget to pay attention to the cock in my mouth, but soon the two men started working together. At the same time they thrust their cocks in and then withdrew them. The pace continued to increase, and the thrusts became more and more powerful. The pole in my mouth rammed into my throat and sometimes seemed to almost hit the one in my ass.

I lay completely defenseless on the table and couldn't remember ever having such an incredibly wonderful feeling. It took a few minutes for the movements to increase in intensity. Jerking and groaning, the man behind me came in my ass. His wild movements made the other cock pop out of my mouth just as it started to squirt. My face got the full load.

I needed some time to recover. As I stood up I felt cum dripping down my legs and oozing over my face and stomach.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked one of the three other men at the table.

"Three beers please," he laughed.

Immediately my cock rose. I didn't know exactly what awaited me, but my horniness rose to unprecedented heights. I took three bottles from the refrigerator in the kitchen. When I returned, one of the three had undressed and was lying on his back on the terrace, stiffening his cock.

"Take a seat," he said when he had done so, holding his stiff shaft up with one hand.

I stepped over him with one leg, dropped to my knees and slowly lowered my ass further. I felt it hit the man's cock. Due to the treatment I had just undergone, my hole was well lubricated and wide enough. I lowered my ass further and felt the hard pole sliding in. The feeling was less intense than the first time, but I couldn't suppress a few loud moans. With my eyes closed, I moved my lower body up and down a few times and felt the movement within me.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a stiff cock on either side of my face. The other two men had positioned themselves across from each other and were running their cocks against my mouth. I licked the two glans with my tongue. They groaned and started moving forward at the same time. If I hadn't been so horny I would never have thought that was possible, but now I opened my mouth and let the two tips of the cocks inside. The men clearly didn't think that was enough. With a big thrust they pushed their poles deep inside. It felt like my mouth was being torn open but at the same time it felt so incredibly heavenly to have my entire mouth filled like that.

They now alternately pushed their pole forward and then pulled it back again. In a super-fast rhythm one of the two bumped into my throat each time. And each time it was a short feeling of almost suffocating, after which there was air again for a while. Meanwhile, I continued to ride the cock in my ass on autopilot.

The two in my mouth came one after the other. When the first came my mouth was still completely blocked by the two cocks. The cum shots went straight down my throat. The man who came completely lost control and fell backwards, causing the second cock to shoot out of my mouth as well. Once again, I got a big load on my face. As the cum from my beard dripped onto the stomach of the man beneath me, he also came with a groan. I felt his warm juices flowing into me.

The men at the last table that I had to serve were now so horny that all they wanted to do was cum as quickly as possible. All five of them had undressed completely and one was already waiting on his back.

"Forget those drinks, come sit on me," he moaned.

The scenario from the previous table repeated itself, but now I also got a cock in each hand. Panting and moaning, sometimes almost choking, I worked towards a climax for 5 men. The two in my mouth came at the same time. Because they almost closed off my throat, I coughed out almost all of their combined load. Immediately afterwards I felt a warm stream flowing into my intestines again. I could barely move from all the effort, but I still had a cock in each hand. However, the owners of those cocks withdrew, grabbed me and threw me on the table. There I was thoroughly spit roasted again until those last shots landed in and on me.

Although...last ones?

Peter came towards me with a grin, laptop in his hand. He turned the screen towards me. He was in a chat room and I was in full view. I saw about 10 split screens with men watching. But most impressive was the list of viewers who didn't use a camera themselves. 172 viewers it said at the top of the list. The whole world could have been watching. After everything that had happened to me, that didn't matter to me anymore. Maybe I would become famous in my old age.

I realized that I had come for Peter, but he was the only one I hadn't had inside me yet. I pushed him back until he was on the table, opened his pants and sucked him to climax in a few minutes.

After Peter recovered from the blowjob he pushed me back on the table.

"You deserve to relax now," he laughed.

He then invited all the men present to caress, suck or otherwise pamper me for half a minute. 10 divine minutes later I was about to burst when Peter climbed naked onto the table and lowered his ass over my stiff pole. With the others cheering, he rode my cock until I couldn't hold it anymore and exploded in his ass. The orgasm was almost endless.

I lay there panting, exhausted.

"Do you want something to drink?" Peter asked.

"Yeah, I desperately need a cold beer."