Sex in the Sky

Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don’t know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across from his desk, taking instructions, I was breathing in his aroma and getting absolutely intoxicated.

Just to be sitting across from him, watching his perfect features was exciting. The sapphire eyes, the straight nose, the strong chin, the expressive mouth. I could have just sat there and stared at his wonderful face for hours. But I didn’t dare. I kept my eyes focused on my pen and pad as I took notes.

“That guy in purchasing on the third floor, Logan, Nicholas Logan,” he said.

I nodded. I knew who Logan was.

“Get rid of him.”

“What?” I asked.

“Get rid of him. He’s a fag. I can’t stand fags.”

My heart sank. My soul froze. “But I can’t do that. That’s illegal.”

“Find a legal reason. Tell him he purchased too many lamb chops, and they went bad,” he suggested.

Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. I had what was like a schoolboy crush on him. I kept this to myself. Brock Barry Peterson hated fags. I didn’t dare let Brock Barry Peterson know that I was a fag. Obviously, I would lose my job.

Brock Barry Peterson was the Regional Manager of the Waymont Corporation, the largest retail food chain in the nation. I was the head accountant of the Waymont Corporation. I took my orders from him. I would have to find a way to can Nicholas Logan. To can him because he was gay, like me. This was so unfair. So awful. I wondered how many corporations across the nation operated in such a shameful manner. Discrimination was alive and well on Planet Earth.

Brock Barry Peterson was a mean hateful person. Why was I madly in love with him? I knew that one of his sons was gay. Gregory. They no longer spoke at all. I think Brock’s treatment of Gregory was one of the reasons why his wife, Linda, had left him. His other children, Calvin, Wilson, and his daughter, Elizabeth called him now and then, but they all had their own lives. They were all married and had good jobs and incomes.

Even Gregory was a successful real estate salesman, and lived with his partner, Silvio, a handsome architect who’d moved here from Rome five years ago to be with Gregory.

I admired Gregory. I admired his courage. His bravado. The way he had always said “I’m gay. This is who I am. If you don’t like it, fuck you.” His father hadn’t liked it.

I, on the other hand, lived in a small stuffy closet, crowded with old memories and old regrets. I had been in love once before, and Ivan had actually returned my devotion. He had wanted us to take an apartment together. To be partners. To be lovers. But then the world would have known. The world would have known my shame. That I was a queer. A homosexual. If the world couldn’t accept me, how could I accept myself? I couldn’t share an apartment with Ivan. Little by little Ivan drifted out of my life and was gone. I was alone. I would always be alone.

And had I been an open homosexual, I would certainly not now be the head accountant of the Waymont Corporation. Sitting across the desk from handsome, distinguished Brock Barry Peterson, fag-hater.

“How does the third quarter look, Simon?” he asked me.

“The third quarter?”

“Yes. The third quarter. The quarter we’re in,” he prodded.

“Oh. The third quarter. Fine, I guess. Fine.”

“What’s wrong with you, Simon?” he asked me. “You seem distracted.”

“No. No. I’m fine,” I assured him.

He was studying me with a quizzical look. I was getting nervous. I started writing figures on my pad to get my mind off Brock Barry Peterson.

“Did you make the hotel reservations?” he asked me.

“The hotel reservations?”

“For the convention?” He must really be thinking I’d lost it.

“Yes. Yes, I did,” I assured him. “Everything’s all set.”

He nodded.

Next Friday we were flying out to the Retail Food Convention in Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Due to the new awareness of corporate responsibility, we were flying tourist, and sharing a room. During the last decade, there had been scandalous overspending by corporate executives who paid themselves enormous amounts of money and bought expensive mansions, cars, and yachts, and threw lavish exorbitantly costly birthday and anniversary parties, all at the stockholders’ expense.

The shareholders had had enough. They wanted a crackdown. No more excess. They wanted minimum spending by executives who were not using their own money. Thus, the thrift trip to the convention in Tahoe.

“What about Logan?” he asked again. He wouldn’t let it go. He was relentless in regard to queers.

“I’ll handle it when I get back from the convention,” I answered. “I’d rather have someone who knows his job there, while I’m away.”

He nodded his head. This at least made sense to him. He would tolerate the fag for another couple of weeks.

When I left Brock Barry Peterson’s office and returned to my own, I sat at my desk and contemplated the following weekend in Tahoe. I would be sharing a hotel room with a man whom I hated. A man whom I hated and was desperately attracted to. A man who would fire my ass if he knew what I was. I would have loved to do something to Brock Barry Peterson. To make him suffer. I knew I could never get him to love me, but maybe I could make him suffer. But how?

It was that night at home when I was checking my E-mail that I got the idea. All those letters guaranteeing me the world’s greatest erection. All those new drugs. Suppose….. I wondered if he would…….No…..But still…..I decided it would be fun to try it.

I wasn’t going to order anything over the Internet. Who knew what you would be getting. And besides, I was flying in a week. There wouldn’t be time. The next few days, I visited several doctors and presented each of them with my condition. I was impotent. I needed a medication to help me get an erection. I was able to get three different doctors to write prescriptions for three different medications. I took them to three different drugstores to have them filled. I paid for them myself. I did not try to charge them to my health plan. I paid the doctors myself as well. It would be worth any expense to make Brock Barry Peterson suffer.

I also bought a mortar and pestle. And two nights before I was to fly off to the convention, in the privacy of my apartment, I poured all the pills into the mortar and ground everything to a fine powder with the pestle. I filled several empty pill bottles, which I had not thrown away, with the fine multi-colored powder. I put them in my carry-on case with my toothbrush, razor and comb. The powder would fly with me to Lake Tahoe. It would be used at the convention. I chuckled to myself. What a devilish idea. I just loved it.

When I got to the gate at the airport, Peterson was already there. I could see his striking figure and dazzling white wavy hair from two hundred yards down the corridor.

I got on the moving walkway and moved closer and closer to him. He saw me coming, and greeted me as I stepped off onto solid floor.

“Good morning, Simon.”

“Good morning, Brock,” I answered.

We were among the first to enter the plane as we were in a row towards the rear. Before we sat down, we stowed our carry-on luggage in the overhead compartments. Brock was having a little trouble with his. A handsome young flight attendant rushed over.

“Can I help you with that, sir?” he asked, as he eased Brock aside and worked the case into the compartment. He closed the compartment and smiled.

“Thank you,” said Brock.

“You’re very welcome,” said the flight attendant, and went off to help someone else.

“Fag,” grumbled Peterson, under his breath.

I looked at him and said nothing. The young man had only helped him, and this was what I was hearing. Hateful, hateful man. He would pay.

When we got to Tahoe, we got a taxi to take us to the hotel. We checked into our room. It was really lovely. Very large with two double beds. We hung our clothes in the closet, washed up and went down to the casino. Yes. There was gambling.

Peterson headed for the craps table right away. He was a dice man. I really liked the slot machines, but I decided I would try craps. After all, Brock Barry Peterson and I were together. Of course he would never do what I wanted to do, but I was flexible. I would follow his lead.

It was the first time I had ever rolled dice, and I guess I had beginner’s luck. I rolled for over an hour before I sevened out. Peterson was winning a fortune on me. He was loudly cheering me on. Drinking, and laughing, slapping me on the back. “Come on, Simon. Hard Eight. Roll daddy a hard eight.” I rolled a hard eight. He was euphoric. He was getting drunker and drunker, and happier and happier, and richer and richer. I was doing well too. I wasn’t betting as much as he was, so he was cashing in on my roll more than I was. “Can you roll me a twelve, Simon? Can you roll me boxcars? Thirty to one?

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Sure you can, Simon. Daddy has confidence in you. One hundred dollars on twelve,” he yelled to the pitman, and threw across a black chip. “Come on, Simon. Throw a twelve for daddy,” I threw a twelve. He cheered, and threw his arms around me, hugging me. I didn’t dare hug him back.

After my roll, it was Brock’s roll. He sevened out right away, so it didn’t cost him too much. The next two guys sevened out pretty quickly too.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s cash in. We’ll go up and rest for awhile and then go down to dinner.” We had made a reservation at The Steak Stove, one of the best restaurants in the hotel.

We took the elevator up to our room, and we decided to shave and shower before dinner. Brock was in a great mood. He stripped and walked into the bathroom and began running the shower. For an older man, his body was in magnificent shape. Not an ounce of fat. Tight muscles, lean thighs, firm fleshy buttocks. And his chest was covered with a sprinkling of the same snow-white hair which grew on his head. It was hard not to sit there and look at him with my tongue hanging out. I looked, but I pretended to be uninterested. I was glad he wasn’t overly modest and that he hadn’t gone into the bathroom before he stripped. But he was a regular at the gym, and I guess he was pretty used to the locker room with all the guys getting naked in front of each other.

He sang while he was in the shower. Old show tunes. ‘Some Enchanted Evening’ from ‘South Pacific’. ‘Many a New Day’ from ‘Oklahoma’. ‘Luck, Be a Lady’ from ‘Guys and Dolls’.

He was being lucky, all right. So far. While he was in the shower, I dug into my carry-on case and took out one of the little pill bottles. I stuck it in my pants pocket. I also made a call on my cell phone. I was ready.

After his shower, Brock lay on his bed and rested as I took my shower. I got into my own bed to rest for a while. I could smell the cologne he had splashed on after his shower. What an exciting aroma! It was giving me a slight hard-on. At 7:30 we began to get dressed. Our reservation was for eight o’clock.

In the restaurant, they sat us at a small table in the corner. Under different circumstances, it could have been romantic. Brock ordered a martini. I ordered a daiquiri. We both ordered rare steaks and baked potatoes with sour cream. Plus fried onion rings for the table.

The drinks arrived. Now was the time. Under the table I dialed a number on my cell phone. It was a signal.

I had told Nicholas Logan in purchasing that his job was in danger, without going into details. I had told him I was trying to save his job for him. I had told him when his phone rang around this time, he was to make a call to Lake Tahoe.

Suddenly a waiter appeared. “Excuse me, sir,” he said to Brock. “Is your name Brock Barry Peterson?”

“Yes,” said Brock, wondering.

“The gentlemen on the phone said you had white hair. There’s an emergency phone call for you at the front desk.”

“What could that be?” asked Brock, rising slowly and putting his napkin on the table.

I shrugged.

“Who could know I’m here?”

I shrugged.

“You’d better answer it,” I suggested.

“Yes,” he agreed, and followed the waiter to the front desk of the restaurant.

I didn’t waste a second. I took out the vial of colored powder and poured some into his martini. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what dose to give him. After all. these were three different medications mixed together. I shook the glass. I studied it. I poured some more powder in. I wanted to make sure it worked. I figured it was a pretty good dose now. I shook the glass again. I stirred the drink with my finger until all the powder had dissolved. It was slightly cloudy. But not too much. I put it back in front of Brock’s chair. I folded my hands and waited. He came back to the table.

“Funny thing,” he said.

“What?”

“There was no one on the phone. Can’t figure that one out.”

“Strange,” I agreed. “To us,” I said, lifting my drink in a toast.

“To money,” said Brock. We clinked glasses. I took a sip. He took a sip. He made a funny little expression with his mouth. Did he taste the powder? I didn’t know, but then he took another sip. Then he downed the whole glass. I had never realized how much Brock enjoyed cocktails. This afternoon on the plane. This afternoon at the craps table. And now tonight. Was he an alcoholic? It was amazing how he had kept his looks. His strong tight build. His smooth skin. His young face.

He finished his martini and ordered another. I was still on my first daiquiri. I was not a big drinker.

He was getting more and more jolly with the alcohol. The steaks arrived and we began to eat. He started talking with his mouth full, laughing happily. “I will never forget when you threw that twelve for daddy,” he chortled.

“Anything for daddy,” I said dryly.

“What a guy,” he leaned over and slapped me on the shoulder.

As dinner progressed, I thought I detected a strained look on his face. Every once in a while he would glance down into his lap. I saw him lift his napkin, and then put it back. This happened several times. His face was a little red now. From the drinks? From embarrassment? I wish I could have taken a peek under that napkin.

As dinner progressed, he was laughing a little less, and he seemed to be scrunching around in his chair a little. I pretended not to notice. It seemed clear he wanted to leave the table, but I insisted he order desert. We both had apple pie a la mode with vanilla ice cream. We both had espresso. We got the check and signed it to the room.

After dinner I got up, but he didn’t right away. “Let’s go get ‘em,” I said. “Back to the casino.”

“I’m a little tired,” he said. “Maybe I’ll go up to the room. You go get ‘em.”

“Oh, no,” I insisted. “You can rest anytime. You’re here in a casino. You’ve got to play.” I pulled on his arm. I succeeded in getting him out of his chair. He still held the napkin in front of him. I was dragging him away from the table, so finally there was nothing for him to do but drop the napkin on the table. He tried to keep his hands in front of him, but I saw what looked to be a bonsai redwood jutting out in the crotch of his pants. Talk about a tent. Did he ever have a hard on.

I began to fantasize. Wouldn’t it be nice if he felt compelled to fuck me with that huge hard-on? But deep inside, I realized that not even drugs would get fag-hating Brock Barry Peterson to stick his cock in my ass.

“Back to the craps table?” I asked.

“No. No,” he said uncertainly. “I’m not feeling so great. I want to be able to sit down.”

Indeed he wanted to sit down and keep his hands over his enormous erection. He didn’t dare stand at the craps table with his pants jutting out a foot in front of him.

“Blackjack or machines?” I asked.

“Whatever you want,” he said.

Suddenly he was being considerate of me. I decided that the best thing I could do was get him into the end seat at a blackjack table and sit next to him, so only I would be able to see what was happening.

We sat down at a half-empty blackjack table and bought in. Me for $100.00. Him for $500,00. We were both kind of keeping even. He kept staring down at his lap. Surreptitiously I kept staring down at his lap. It was an impressive lap. I was dying to laugh. I didn’t dare.

“You have eleven,” I said. “Double down.”

He looked at me in puzzlement. “What?” He was really out of it now.

“Double down,” I instructed. He didn’t seem to know what to do, so I reached over to his chips and put the proper amount out for a double down. He won. Double. Thanks to me. He just stared at the chips as they paid him.

“I don’t feel well,” he said.

I was beginning to get worried. He didn’t look well. Had I given him too much?

“I’m taking you up to the room,” I decided. I put his chips in his jacket pocket. I put my chips in my jacket pocket. I helped him up and guided him toward the elevator.

When we got up the room, I wanted to help him undress, but he wouldn’t let me. He pushed me aside. Facing away from me he undressed, and stepped into his pajamas. Then he crawled quickly under the cover. His face was sweating. I wondered if I should call a doctor. I would have to admit what I had done. Suppose he died? It would be my fault. What should I do? What should I do? I think I was crying a little.

I got into my own pajamas. He moaned.

“What is it Brock? What is it?”

“It hurts. It hurts.”

“What hurts?” I asked. I knew what hurt.

“My dick. It hurts. It hurts. It’s hard. It won’t go down. I don’t know what’s wrong.” He started to cry.

I started to cry.

“Show me,” I said.

“No,” he said.

“Show me,” I said. He pushed the blankets down and opened his pajama bottom and drew out the offending member. It was like a baseball bat. It was red and it was throbbing. This didn’t look good.

“Jerk off,” I said hysterically. “You’ve got to come. Masturbate.”

He put his hand around it. “I can’t,” he said. “I can’t. It hurts.”

“You’ve got to. You’ve really got to.” He wasn’t doing it. I was in a panic. I had to try to get that thing down. That thing that I had caused. “Oh, my god,” I cried. I rushed over and grabbed it in my hand and started masturbating him.

“No. No,” he said, trying to push me away.

“Yes. Yes,” I answered. “You have to ejaculate. We have no time to lose. You could die.” I started stroking him. Finally he gave in and allowed me to continue.

“How is it?” I asked.

“The same,” he sighed. He looked me in the eye. “You’re a good friend,” he said. “I appreciate what you’re doing for me.”

“Forget the appreciation,” I said. “Just concentrate on shooting a load.”

I jacked him a few more minutes. Nothing was happening. I had a big decision to make. I made it. I crawled on the bed. I lowered my face over his cock. I swallowed it. His unbelievably hot and hard and throbbing red knob was in my mouth. I worked my jaw down the shaft. I sucked and I sucked. I put my whole being into working the thick white cream out of his balls up his shaft, into my mouth. The poisonous cream which was killing him. I had to get it out of him. I redoubled my efforts. I sucked and I sucked. But now he was starting to respond a little. He was bucking his ass up and down on the bed. I put my hands under his ass and lifted him further down my throat. He started moaning a little. But these were not just moans of pain. There was passion in those moans. His hands came down on the top of my head and grabbed my hair. The he grabbed my ears. Then he plunged my head down around his stiff dick.

“Suck it. Suck it,” he screamed. They probably could have heard him at the craps table. “Suck my big dick. Take my hot load. Suck it. Suck it.”

Gayle laughed, “Are you sure you’ve never sucked dick before?”

Uh, no, but I’ve watched my Mom suck my Dad’s thing, er, dick.”

“You’ve watched your parents?”

Lana grinned, “Well, they get pretty noisy when they have sex.”

“Wow! I’ve never heard my parents.”

“I’ve watched them screw too.” Lana rubbed her pussy. “When I watch them, my pussy gets really wet just like it is now.”

“Well, let’s suck Gary’s dick together. You can show me other stuff you Mom does to your Dad. Why don’t you lay down, Gary?”

After I got on my back on the flokati, the two girls lay down beside me. I rubbed their shoulders and backs, played with their butts, and fingered their wet pussies as they worked over my lucky cock with their sweet mouths.

“Er, ladies, I hate to interrupt you, but I’m about ready to blow.”

Gayle wrapped her hand around my cock. “Let’s take turns jacking him off.”

“You can jack Gary off.” Lana sat up and began to finger fuck herself.

It didn’t take Gayle very long to get me off. She straddled my hips. She used both hands. She held my cock in one and gently squeezed my nuts with the other when I began blowing my load. A stream of cum squirted up to my chest. A couple of shorter squirts and several wads landed on my stomach.

“I love watching guys shoot,” Gayle laughed.

“I’ve watched my Mom do this.” Lana bent over me, picked up my cock and slipped her lips over the cockhead. “Ummm, a little salty, but not bad.”

Gayle gasped, “I’ve never done that.”

“Later, I’ll tell you some of the other things I’ve watched my parents do.”

“Speaking of later, I hate to break up the party, but I’d better get going.”

I cleaned myself up and got dressed in the guest bathroom. When I went back to the family room, Lana and Gayle were laying on the flokati. They were scrolling through the pictures of Gayle blowing me.

“We need a picture of you sucking Gary’s dick.”

Lana picked up the camera and handed it to Gayle. Let’s take some.” She got on her knees in front of me. Gayle snapped away as Lana unzipped the fly of my jeans. She pushed the jeans and shorts down to my knees then she literally gobbled my cock.

Gayle grinned at me over the camera, “She’s pretty good, isn’t she?”

The last picture was of me with my hard-on sticking straight out. The cockhead was resting on Lana’s lower lip and her mouth was wide open. I pulled up my jeans and zipped up. I kissed each of them and left before something else started.

I didn’t know what sort of party, Coach, er, Bubbie had planned for tomorrow, but it would have to be a really good one to top this one with Gayle and Lana.

Everyone in the family slept late Saturday morning. At breakfast, Mom asked Marcia and I if we had any plans for the day.

“Well, I think I’ll work on my car a little bit.”

Dad looked at me, “Would you have time to wash my car? I’d do it but your Mother and I are going over to Dave and Gina’s for a pool party this afternoon.

“Sure, I can do that.”

“How’s the job search going?”

“Lana’s Dad said I should stop by his office Monday morning. He wants to talk with his partner first, but he said they might have something for me. Other than that, no one seems to want to hire anyone except for full time. I need to register for a couple of classes too. Oh, Coach is having a get together at his place tonight and I’ve been invited.”

“That’s nice. Is it for the boys from the basketball team?”

“I suppose so, Mom. He didn’t say who all else had been invited.”

“I suppose there will be lots of beer.”

“Probably.”

I don’t want you driving if you’ve been drinking.”

“I won’t Mom. Coach wouldn’t let anyone who drank too much drive. I’m sure he would let anyone who drank too much crash at his place for the rest of the night.” I thought to myself, ‘I’ll be drinking and driving all right. I’ll be drinking Bubbie’s cum and we’ll both be driving our cocks in and out of each other’s mouth and ass.’

Marcia and I helped clean up the breakfast things. I went upstairs and changed into an old pare of shorts and an old pair of basketball shoes. I got out the car washing stuff and the vacuum cleaner. I vacuumed the inside of Dad’s car and was working on mine when Mom and Dad left for Kenny’s parents place.

Marcia came out with them, “Would you like some help washing the cars?”

“Sure. Thanks.”

“I’ll go change.” She was wearing a blouse, capri pants and sandals. When she returned she was wearing short cutoff jeans - really short cutoffs - and a tube top. My little sister was becoming quite a good looking young woman.

We washed both cars and squirted and splashed each other with the water hose. I was squatting down to wash a wheel when Marcia stuck the nozzle down the back of my shorts. I chased her and caught her. I wrapped her in a bear hug and carried her over to the cars. She was kicking and struggling and squealing.

I kept one arm tight around her waist as I picked up the hose. She wiggled around so she was facing me. I stuck the nozzle down the back of her shorts and squeezed the handle. Marcia shrieked “That’s cold!” and hugged me tight. I let loose of the nozzle and hugged my sister. The nozzle and hose fell to the ground. When it hit the nozzle opened and sprayed both of us. Marcia shrieked again and then we both burst into laughter. We hugged and she kissed my cheek. I kissed her cheek. Then our lips met. It was a nice kiss then we sort of looked at each other in embarrassed silence.

We finished cleaning the cars and putting all of the equipment away. When we were inside, Marcia said, “I think I’ll sunbathe. Do you want to sunbathe with me?”

“Sure. I’ll get the lounges out.”

After I set up the lounges, I went upstairs and changed into a rather brief European suit that I had bought when I tried out for the high school swim team. I looked at my reflecting in the mirror. ‘Bubbie would like this suit.’ I rearranged my cock so the bulging pouch wouldn’t be quite as obvious.

When I got back downstairs Marcia was waiting for me. She was wearing a short robe. We picked up towels and sunblock and went outside together. Marcia spread her towel over the lounge and took off her robe. Her bathing suit wasn’t as skimpy as the ones Laura wore, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination. Marcia was midway in height between Gayle and Lana. She wasn’t as busty as Gayle, but she was nicely developed.

“Wow, Sis! You’re a babe!”

She stopped rubbing sunblock on her belly and looked at me, “You’re buff yourself, big brother.”

I used a second bottle of sunblock and applied it to my chest, arms and legs. “Marcia, will you put some of this stuff on my back?”

“Sure.” I stood while she coated my back. She handed me the bottle then walked over and laid down on her lounge. She unfastened the strap on the top of her swim suit. “Will you do my back?”

I squirted some lotion onto her upper back then I used one hand to spread it. I was careful when I got down to her lower back. Marcia pushed herself up on her elbows, “I didn’t do the backs of my legs. Could you do them please?”

“Uh, sure.” I carefully covered her legs with lotion. Again I was very careful when I reached her upper legs and butt.

We lay in the sun and read and talked for a couple of hours. “I’m going to shower then let’s order a pizza.”

Marcia pushed herself up on her elbows again. “O.K. I’ll shower after you are finished.” I caught a glimpse of a nicely shaped breast.

I was washing my hair when there was a knock on the bathroom door. Marcia came in, “Sorry to bother you. I want to get my shower cap.” I rinsed off the shampoo and looked through the shower door. It looked as if Marcia wasn’t wearing her swimsuit top.

I dried myself and wrapped a towel around my waist. Marcia came into the bathroom again while I was shaving. She was wearing a loosely belted robe. She stood next to me as she put on her shower cap. Her robe gapped and revealed her cleavage. She tightened her robe then she touched my arm, “You’ve got nice arms and chest. I’ll bet Lana likes snuggling with you.”

Before I could answer, she stepped into the shower. She hung her robe on a hook next to the shower door. Looking in the mirror, I caught a flash of bare hip. Before the shower door steamed over I also caught another glimpse of a nicely shaped breast and a fine looking butt.

I ordered the pizza then got dressed. I put on shorts, a sport shirt and sandals. I probably wouldn’t have them on very long after I got to Coach’s place. Marcia came into my room while I was buckling a sandal strap. She was wrapped in a towel that barely covered her from chest to hips. “What kind of pizza did you order?”

“Your favorite with tomatoes and extra pepperoni.”

She walked out into the hall. I finished dressing and stepped into the hall. Marcia was just going into her room. As she did so, she dropped the towel. I caught more than a glimpse of her from the back. She had a very fine looking ass, indeed.

She came downstairs just as the pizza arrived. She was wearing her blouse and capri pants again. We chatted while we ate.

“Do you know who all is coming to the party at Coach’s?”

“No, Coach didn’t say who all he had invited.”

“What’ll you guys do?”

“Oh, we’ll probably play cards and watch a movie or two.”

Marcia grinned at me, “Porn flicks?”

“No. Coach is a straight arrow. He’ll probably have some old movies about sports.”

After eating I went back upstairs and washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I had some musk aftershave and cologne. I put it on. I dropped my shorts and rubbed a few drops of the cologne in my pubic hair and I put some on my finger and wiped it in my ass crack.

As I was going out the door, Marcia stood up. “Umm. You smell good.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Have a good time. Drink a couple of beers for me.”

I laughed, “Thanks. And I will.”

There were several cars parked on the street in front of Coach’s house and one was parked in the driveway in front of the two car garage. The other lane of the driveway was unoccupied so I drove into it. The garage door opened and I pulled into the bay. As I got out of my car, the garage door closed.

Coach walked across the garage towards me. He was wearing a short lightweight robe. “Hello, Gary.”

“Hello, Bubbie.”

Coach put his hand on my shoulder, “You’ve gotten some sun. You look good.” He hugged me, “Umm, you smell good too.” Bubbie kissed me lightly on the lips. “Let’s get you inside where you can change clothes.”

I followed Bubbie through the house to his bedroom. He handed me a robe similar to his. I took off my sandals and unbuttoned my sport shirt. Bubbie helped me slip it off. He ran a hand over my chest. As I pushed my shorts down, Bubbie sat on the edge of the bed. I sat on the bed beside him and removed the shorts. He pushed me back into a lying position.

“I can’t wait.” He leaned over and nuzzled his nose in my pubic hair. I felt my cock slip into his warm mouth. Bubbie sucked me for a moment then he sat up. “You taste as good as you smell. He helped me into a sitting position. “Get your robe on and let’s go meet the rest of the guests.” I put the robe on and tied the belt. Bubbie kissed my cheek, “You look so handsome.”

I followed him through the house and downstairs to a large basement room. It was softly lighted and furnished with several pillow covered futons. It the center of the room, where a pool table would normally be found, a swing was hanging from the beamed ceiling. It was made of leather and had a padded fabric seat and numerous padded loops and straps. It was suspended by chains and adjustable ropes than ran through pulleys attached to the ceiling. A massage table stood along the wall.

Several men, all dressed in short robes, stood about chatting and sipping drinks. Bubbie poured me a glass of wine. I recognized Gord, George and Sam. Bubbie pushed me forward, “Here is our guest of honor, gentlemen.” Gord, George and Sam all said hello. “Gary,” Bubbie indicated a stocky black man who had been talking with Sam, This is George. We call him Big George and this is Earl. Al sends his regrets, but he couldn’t be here tonight.”

I shook hands with Big George and Earl. Earl was a tall thin black man. “Ernie has told us that you are a talented and enthusiastic young man who is an excellent addition to this club.”

I thanked them and looked at Bubbie, who just beamed. “Gary, you’re the center of attention. Your wish is our command.”

I set my wine glass and walked over to Bubbie, “I wish for you to take off your robe and lie on your back on the massage table.” He walked to the table. I took his robe as he got onto the table. Bubbie’s cock was beginning to rise in anticipation of whatever he thought I was going to do.

I handed Bubbie’s robe to Gord. Then I turned my attention to Bubbie’s cock. It was semi-erect when I picked it up and guided it to my lips. I ran my tongue all over Bubbie’s bulbous cockhead as his shaft lengthened and stiffened in my hand. His nut sac looked inviting. I love licking his smooth skin and I love to gently suck and bathe his nuts in my mouth.

After licking my way up and down and all over Bubbie’s cock shaft, I closed my lips over his cockhead. ‘Relax,’ I thought, ‘Relax and just swallow it.’ Bubbie’s cock wasn’t quite as long as Kenny’s but it was thicker. Bubbie moaned as I worked his cock into my throat. I fondled and lifted his balls. I wanted to smile when my nose touched his nut sac.

I used hard suction as I slowly pulled Bubbie’s cock out of my mouth. After catching my breath and licking his cockhead, I swallowed the whole thing again. Bubbie rubbed my neck and shoulders as I deep throated his delicious cock. I released his cock from my mouth and looked at him, “We’ll save the cum for later.”

I patted the table, “George, you’re next.” He grinned as he laid back. George’s hard cock has a pronounced upward curve. It took several minutes and several tries, but I soon nuzzled his nuts with my nose. George blew his wad after I swallowed and re-swallowed his cock four or five times. He softened almost immediately as I held him in my mouth.

“Who’s next?” I wiped my lips as I looked around at the other men.

Sam laughed, “I’ll wait. Big George, why don’t you see if Gary can handle you.?”

Big George took off his robe. He must have enjoyed watching me suck Bubbie and George because his cock was standing straight out in front of him. He lay back on the table and held his cock up, “Suck this, Gary.”

His cock lay across the palm of my hand as I licked his shaft from walnut sized balls to his plum sized cockhead. Big George’s cock was longer than Kenny’s and slightly thicker. Big George laughed as I swabbed his cockhead with my tongue and then slowly pushed my mouth down until my lips were wrapped around the root of his big cock. “Damn, I’ve never had anyone eat my dick in one bite before.”

Again, I deep throated Big George’s cock several times to show that the first time wasn’t a fluke. I pulled his cock out of my throat and held it in my hand. Bubbie came up behind me. “Let’s go play on the swing.” He took my robe as I turned towards him. “You’ll love playing on the swing. Sit here and we’ll get it adjusted.”

Sam and Gord steadied the swing as I sat in the sling seat. Earl and Bubbie fastened a wide padded leather belt, with a large ring on each side, around my waist. The rings were clipped to the chains hanging down on each side. Next a similar belt was strapped around my chest and back just below my armpits. It had two rings in front. They were clipped to another set of chains.

Earl and Bubbie each buckled three narrower padded straps, with rings, around each of my legs. The first pair of straps were just above my ankles. The second were above my knees and the third were around my upper thighs. The rings were hooked to three sets of rope that ran through pulleys.

“Put your arms through these.” Earl held two ropes with loops on the end. “You can hang onto these when we lay you back.”

Gord took the chains attached to the belt around my chest and back. Sam took the chains attached to the belt around my waist. George, Big George and George each took a pair of ropes attached to the straps around my legs. Bubbie directed.

“Lean back, Gary.” As I leaned back, Gord let out chain and the other four men pulled up on their chains and ropes. I held onto the ropes for my hands and arms. Soon I was suspended horizontally. “Comfortable?” I nodded ‘yes’. Bubbie stood by my head, “Raise him up a little. That’s good.” I turned my head. My head was level with Bubbie’s cock. “Raise his butt a little more. That’s good, now raise Gary’s legs.”

The straps around my ankles lifted my feet. “Pull his knees up.” The ropes were adjusted until my knees where pulled up or back almost to my shoulders. “Spread them.” My knees were pulled outward. “Still comfortable, Gary?”

“Yes.”

“O.K., tie off every thing and lock the chains so nothing slips.” A hand grasped my cock and balls. “Hold his dick and nuts up so I can put this cock strap on him.” I felt the strap being put behind my ball sac and around the base of my cock. I heard the snaps close. “That’ll keep your dick up.”

Bubbie stood by my head again. He leaned down and softly kissed me on the lips. “Everything is still comfortable?”

“Yes.”

“Remove the swing seat.” The seat was unbuckled I was suspended in the air with my head hanging down, my legs spread and my ass totally exposed. “O.K. Sam, you’re first. Then Gord. Then Earl and George. Then Big George. I’m last.”

Soft lights came on over head. There was some movement. Bubbie moved away and Sam took his place next to my head. He was standing to the side. He began to rub his cockhead against my lips. I extended the tip of my tongue and licked him. “You like this, don’t you, kid? You like sucking dick.”

“Yes,” I looked up at him, “I like to suck dick.”

He pressed his cockhead against my lips, “Good. I’m glad you like to suck dick. Now open your mouth and eat my dick, you cocksucker.” I did as I was told. I opened my mouth and Sam’s cock filled it. He rapidly got fully erect as I sucked and he pumped.

Sam moved around so he was facing my feet. He began to pump hard. “O.K., cocksucker, I’m going to fuck you face!” He was trying to jam his hard-on down my throat. I gagged a little.

“Take it easy, Sam. Don’t force it. Gary’s a good cocksucker and he’ll eat all of the cock you can feed him, if you just take it easy.”

Sam pulled his cock out of my mouth. I caught my breath, “O.K.” I opened my mouth and licked the head of his extended cock. I kept my mouth open as his cock slipped in. I closed my lips around his veiny shaft as his cockhead touched the top of my throat. Sam pulled his cock back. I kept my lips wrapped around his shaft as he pushed his cock deep. His hairy ball sac pressed against my nose as his cockhead entered my throat.

While Sam and I were giving each other a deep throat face fuck, my ass was being lubed up. I felt a finger rubbing lube around my butt hole, then a slick finger penetrated me. It rotated around and moved in and out. More lube was added and it was followed by two, then three fingers. Finally, I felt a nozzle being inserted and a warm lube being squirted into my ass.

Sam was holding onto the chains. “Shit, this is nice!” I tried to smile around my mouthful of cock as Sam stroked his nice tasty dick in and out of my cocksucking mouth.

A hand took my right hand off the rope. I couldn’t see who it was as they wrapped my hand around their cock. It was warm and hard. The nozzle was pulled out of my ass. Sam pulled his cock out. There was a slurpy pop as his cockhead popped out of my wet mouth. Sam leaned down and kissed my cheek, “You can suck my cock anytime, kid.”

The cock that was in my hand moved up to my mouth. I looked up at Gord. He was smiling and holding his cock as he guided it towards my waiting mouth. I saw some movement to the side so I took a quick glance. I wasn’t the only cocksucker who was enjoying himself. Big George had Bubbie’s thick cock buried in his face. I felt a twinge of jealousy.

Gord touched his cockhead against my cheek. I turned back to him. He smiled again as I closed my lips over his cockhead. His pre-cum was slightly salty. Gord didn’t push or thrust so I used my tongue to swab and massage his cockhead and shaft.

There was movement by my ass. A hand gripped one of my legs. A cockhead pressed against my butt hole. I sucked hard on Gord’s cock as my asshole was opened by a warm hard cock. It was pushed deep into my ass. A hand brushed my balls and cock. Then the cock began to stroke in and out in long slow strokes.

“How is it, Sam?”

“I love fucking tight young asses, Ernie.”

My left hand was guided to a hard curved cock. I recognized George. He grunted as I gave him a gentle squeeze. A cockhead was placed in my right hand. The head felt like I was holding a mushroom. I ran my hand along the cock shaft. It was slim and long. I fondled a pair of balls that filled my hand. Each nut felt the size of a plum.

Gord began to rotate his hips. I continued to swab and suck his cockhead as it moved around in my mouth. Sam was still fucking my ass. His strokes were still long but they were faster. His pumping action was making me swing a little so Gord’s cock slipped in and out and around and around in my mouth. I began to jerk the cocks in each hand.

All I could hear was breathing and panting and slurping. Gord stopped churning his cock around in my mouth. He held my head as he began to fuck my face. I relaxed and let him fuck my mouth. He used long strokes and he pressed his nuts against my nose and eyes as he pushed his cock down my throat. His cock felt like it was swelling up and was getting more rigid.

“Gahhh!” Gord jerked his cock out of my mouth. A stream of cum squirted out and land on my stomach and chest. The second squirt landed on my face and neck. Gord rubbed his cockhead against my lips. He smeared cum around until he found my mouth. I sucked and swallowed as he emptied his nuts. “Whew!”

Gord pulled his cock out of my mouth. I heard, Bubbie say, “I let me fluff that up for you.”

Thanks, Ernie. Man, was that intense.”

All of a sudden, Sam began pumping my ass with hard short strokes. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled my ass tight against his hips. He gave me a couple of short hard fucks then his cock jerked as he began to unload his warm cum into my ass.

Earl moved around to my head. He rubbed his cockhead over my face then he straddled my head and pressed his ball sac against my lips I tired to suck one of his big nuts into my mouth but it kept rolling around on my lips. Earl helped. He held his ball sac and separated his nuts. He pushed one into my mouth. I knew I was sucking a nut, but it filled my mouth and felt like I was sucking a warm soft egg.

Sam was still holding my legs. I couldn’t feel a hard cock in my ass. As he stepped away he wiped his cock on my ass. I felt another hand on my leg then I felt another cockhead press against my asshole. Gord buried his boner in my butt. He set up a steady rhythm with long slow strokes. He rubbed my cock with one hand as he fucked me. George’s distinctly curved cock appeared in my right hand. My left hand was wrapped around a thick cock shaft. I pushed Earl’s nut out of my mouth. I was able to turn my head and see that I had Big George’s cock in my hand.

Earl ran his cockhead over my face again. I opened my mouth. He pressed it against my lips. I stretched wide as his cockhead filled my mouth. “Don’t try to swallow it. It’ll choke you.. Just suck it good like you sucked my nut.” I was happy to comply.

Gord was still fucking my ass with long slow strokes. I clamped my sphincter ring around his cock shaft. Gord grunted, “Oh, that’s good. Keep that up and I’ll pop my nuts.” I let him know that I’d heard him by relaxing and then tightening the ring again. He began to fuck me faster and harder. Earl pulled his cockhead out of my mouth. He held it so I could lick his cock shaft and ball sac. Gord went “Uhhh!” and I felt his cock shoot his cum deep into my ass.

Gord pulled out immediately after his initial cumming. He dropped the rest of his load on my cock and balls. Earl moved around to take his place. “Hand me the lube, Ernie. I don’t want to split the kid’s ass.”

“Yes, you do have a pretty wicked ass ripper there.”

“Here I come, kid.” Earl held the riser chains to keep me from swinging. His cockhead pushed against my butt hole. “I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts you.”

“O.K. Yeah, keep pushing.” My asshole was being stretched to the maximum and it did hurt. “Keep pushing.” I wanted to feel that big cockhead fill my ass just like it filled my mouth. All of a sudden he was in. My muscle ring closed around his cock shaft. Earl pushed more cock into me.

“How’s that feel?”

“Good,” I grunted. “Good and full.”

“That’s what all you fuck boys say. Earl fills them full.”

George’s cock was still in my right hand. I was waiting for him to take his place in my mouth. “Uh, George, why don’t you take my place. I want to see how Gary handles your and Earl’s big cocks at the same time.”

Earl held me still as Big George moved to my head. I tipped my head back and Big George laid his cockhead on my upper lip. I licked the underbelly of his cock shaft as he slid his cock in. Earl began to fuck me with long strokes. He and Big George began to swing me a little. Earl’s cock would pull out of my ass and Big George’s slid through my mouth and down my throat.

Earl’s mushroom cockhead would tug at my ass muscle ring as Big George’s balls pressed against my face. Then Big George would pull back until the rim of his cockhead touched my lips and Earl would stuff my ass. I don’t know how long they did this but I felt like I was sliding back and forth on an axle made of cock.

They changed the pattern by both pushing their cocks into me and them pulling them out again in unison. When Earl’s cockhead tugged at my muscle ring and Big George’s tugged at my lips, I felt empty. When Big George’s balls were flattened against my face and when Earl’s were mashed against my ass, deep in my gut I was sure their cockheads were almost touching. I kept my ass muscles clamped as tight as I could around Earl’s cock shaft and I kept my tongue pressed against and my lips tight around Big George’s

George put my hand around his cock again. I felt Bubbie’s familiar cock in my other hand. My cock was rock hard and my nuts were straining against the cock strap. A tongue touched my cock. I almost shot my wad when a pair of soft lips encircled my cockhead.

“Uh, you are going to share that aren’t you, Gord?”

The sucking stopped. “Sure, Sam.”

A different pair of lips closed around my cockhead. “The kid’s as hard as a steel rod.”

Gord laughed, “I know. That’s why I wanted to suck him.

“If you unsnapped that cock strap, he’d probably shoot clear across the room.”

“Are you going to talk or suck cock?”

Sam chuckled, “Sorry.” He slid my cock into his mouth and he didn’t stop until his lips were circling the cock root.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I was being face and ass fucked by the two largest cocks in the room. I held a warm hard cock in each hand and now two other men where taking turns at sucking my cock. I felt like I was a carnival ride. I was the object of cock overload and overloaded cocks. I loved it!

“How are you doing, Earl?”

“I’m just about ready to blow. If this kid’s ass were any tighter, I wouldn’t be able to move. How are you doing?”

“I’m getting there. Ernie, you have a really good cocksucker in this kid.” Big George pulled his cock back until just the cockhead was in my mouth. I was able to concentrate on sucking and tonguing it.

“Ahhh, Shit! Here I cum!” Earl shoved his cock up my ass with a hard thrust. My cock was driven down either Gord’s or Sam’s throat.” I felt Earl’s cock twitching and jerking as he blasted his cum into the mix from Sam and Gord.

Big George pulled his cock out and jerked it. He squirted a stream of cum that hit Sam and Gord on the back and shoulders. I felt, rather than heard, the popping of snaps. My balls erupted as the cock strap was torn off. I didn’t know whether the cum hitting my shoulders and face was Big George’s or mine. Big George was wringing and pumping his cock.

I heard Bubbie shout, “I need a cock to suck!”

George jerked his cock out of my hand, “Me too!”

Bubbie and George moved to a futon and flopped down into a frantic 69.

Earl was slowly fucking me as his cock stopped its’ cum shooting spasms. Big George stopped wringing and jerking his cock. I wiped some cum off my face. I touched his cock and guided to my mouth. I fondled and tugged his ball sac while I sucked the rest of his cum out of his nuts.

After Earl pulled his cock out of my ass, he, Gord, Sam and Big George released the brakes and locks on the chain risers and ropes and lowered me to the floor.

Big George bent down and touched my face. “You O.K., kid?”

“Uh, yes. I guess so.”

“Well, kid, you sure make a good center piece for a party.”

Everyone started laughing except for George and Bubbie who still devouring each other’s cock.

People started drifting across the room. I realized that I’d been used, but I also realized that I now knew what it was like to be really and truly FUCKED!