I had been, well, fuck buddies with Albert for about three years. He called me every Monday afternoon to let me know when we were going to meet during the coming week. I was actually waiting for him to call me right now. He was a bit older than me. Thirty six years older to be exact. I had always been into older men. They didn't often turn into a regular thing, but I lucked out with Albert. He was a healthy, spry man and very sexually active. Another stroke of luck, he was a top and fairly dominant, a great match for me.
My phone was ringing. That had to be Albert. I hope he had something good in store for me. He usually does.
I answered the phone and, sure enough, it was him.
"Hey, Chris, How are you today?" he asked.
"I'm pretty good, thanks. How's everything with you?" I replied.
"Great so far. I wanted to ask, are you free on Friday?"
"Yes, I don't have anything planned for Friday."
"Good," he said, "I'm having a party at my place on Friday with some of my friends. Would you be able to come over around eight o' clock and stay 'til four in the morning, maybe longer?"
"Yeah, of course." I said.
"Fantastic. I want you to be the, sort of, guest of honor. I'm kind of busy this week and I have to run right now. I'll call you on Thursday and let you know more." He replied.
We said our good byes and hung up. Friday was four days away. I was already anxious to know what he had in mind. A party. His friends. I hadn't met any of his friends up to now. This was definitely a first. I didn't know exactly what this meant. It had always been the two of us, alone. He had mentioned his friends several times before, sure, but I had not met even one of them yet. I would just have to wait until Thursday to find out more. The anticipation was palpable.
Thursday rolled around, as it always does, and I was nervously awaiting Albert's call. I had worked up all kinds of theories in my head, but today I would know for sure what he had in mind. I was very curious as to why he would want me there along with his friends. I wasn't even sure that this would be sexual in nature. Although I hoped it would be, I had no way of knowing for sure. It may just be a social gathering at his place and nothing more.
Finally, my phone rang. I answered on the first ring and it was Albert.
"So, what's up for tomorrow?" I asked him.
"Well, I'm having some friends over. It's a bunch of guys I know from around the city, and some of us get together from time to time to have some drinks and talk. We're all gay, we're all close in age, and we're all tops, so there's a lot in common. Lot's of things for us to talk about. I happened to mention our situation, how I see you on a recurring basis, and they were very curious, maybe even a little jealous, that I had a regular thing like that. Especially with a guy so much younger than myself. I guess I'm kinda lucky to have that with you, and I couldn't resist sharing it with them."
"I'm lucky, too," I said, "to have a man like you interested in me. You keep me satisfied and content. I couldn't ask for more."
"Thank you," he replied, "I feel the same. Now, let me ask you an important question. Have you ever been gang banged?"
"Yes, a few times." I replied honestly.
"This would be a little bit different, but not a whole lot. I would like you to be a centerpiece at the party. A kind of party favor."
So, it
would
be sexual in nature. That was just what I was hoping to hear. "How would something like that work?" I asked.
"One of my friends will bring over a... piece of furniture he has. It's sort of a bench. It has metal loops on it to fasten restraints to, which, of course, you would be wearing. Your mouth and ass would be easily accessible. We would have our party around you, eating, drinking, talking, and whenever someone felt like putting something in your mouth or your ass, they would."
"How many guys are we talking about?" I inquired.
"I invited twelve. Most likely nine will show up," he replied, "not counting me. I wanted to share some of my good fortune with them. I know their tastes and I know for sure they would like you quite a bit. I believe you mentioned that you liked being with more than one man at a time, so I thought this might a fun night for everyone. That is, of course, if it's okay with you."
I had been gang banged, yes, but the most I've done at one time was four. This may prove to be very interesting. I was always looking to expand my horizons, especially sexually. "Okay," I said, "I can do that. It actually does sounds like a fun night. I can definitely get into this."
"Excellent," he said, "Wear your red and black jockstrap. I like the way you look in that and I'm sure they will too. Can you be here by seven thirty so we can set you up?"
"Sure, I'll see you then."
We hung up and I was thinking about what awaited me. This was definitely going to be different for me. His friends must be in their mid to late sixties and I felt I was going to enjoy this immensely. A group of older men using me whenever the mood struck? Count me in for sure!
Friday was finally here. I was excited, to say the least. I prepared myself for the evening, doing the full bottom routine. I put on my jockstrap, The black one with the red stripes, and got dressed. It was a chilly fall evening, so I grabbed a jacket and was off.
I arrived at Albert's place at twenty minutes after seven. The doorman let me up and I rode the elevator to his apartment. Albert greeted me and introduced me to his friend, who was standing beside him. This man was presumably the friend who brought that very specific piece of furniture. He was around Albert's age, tall and fairly fit. Very nice. If he was any indications of what Albert's friends were like, it would be a good night, indeed.
I followed them in and I could see the apartment was set up for a party. The contents of the living room had been temporarily moved to another part of the apartment. There were two long tables, one on either side of the room. One was lined with bottles of various liquors, wines, beers and sodas, along with glasses for these beverages. On the other side of the room was a table with various foods on it. There were cheese and vegetable platters, hors d'oeuvres, and large plates of hot and cold foods. Plates and silverware were, of course provided. I also noticed that each table had a small section set aside that had several large bottles of lubrication available. There were chairs placed randomly around the empty space that remained against the walls. There was soft music playing in another room that could be heard clearly, though not overly loud.
In the middle of the now mostly empty room, seemingly an island unto itself, was the bench that Albert's friend, Mitch, had already set up. Apparently, I was to be the main course. The bench was rectangular and padded, covered with what looked like black leather. It had adjustable legs, each having a metal loop welded onto the side that I could be fastened to.
"This is where you will be spending most of the night. Get undressed and we'll get you ready." Albert said.
I started undressing, putting my clothes on top of the bench. In no time, I was wearing nothing but my jockstrap. Mitch came over to gather my clothes and bring them to another room. He handed me the restraints, saying "Here, put these on and I'll be right back to finish you up. I love that jockstrap on you."
I put the restraints on my wrists and ankles. They were a matching set in red leather. They were very comfortable,with a plush padding on the inside. Each had a metal ring on it, and attached to each metal ring was a medium sized carabiner.
Mitch said "Lie over the bench real quick." I did so. He adjusting the legs to just the right length. I was in a sort of doggy style position, my ass just off the end of the bench, my head hanging free in the front, my legs bent at the knee, my arms straight down at the shoulder. He adjusted the bench so my entrances would be average crotch height, standing in front of me a couple of times to get his measurements correct. The restraints lined up perfectly. It would certainly provide easy access for anyone who was interested,