Private Party (8 page)

‘Yeah, well actually, you got here faster than we thought,’ I explained. ‘You guys are the first to arrive. Can I get you a beer while we’re waiting?’

HotBloke looked unimpressed. ‘Four guys isn’t what I call a sex party,’ he complained.

‘Hey mate, just chill,’ Whopper interceded. ‘We’re expecting twelve, maybe fifteen hot guys and they’ll be here as quick as they can. While we’re waiting you can come over here, get down on your knees and take it in turns to suck my big cock.’

Whopper pulled his cock out. There was not another word of protest or disappointment from HotBloke. He and MobyDick obeyed Whopper’s instructions, as if they’d been hypnotised. Whopper’s claim that we were expecting twelve to fifteen guys gave me a moment’s pause, though I figured he was exaggerating to keep the two of them interested. He
had
to be exaggerating. But I couldn’t have quizzed him about it anyway—HotBloke had just thrust his erection into Whopper’s mouth.

Watching the three of them go at it was kind of mesmerising and pretty soon anything other than a desire to ease my way in on the action had drifted out of my head. Whopper noticed me hovering. ‘Your turn,’ he instructed me, pulling his dick away from Moby and nodding at me to take over.

It was so hot: sucking on Whopper while I watched him suck HotBloke, who in turn was whispering filthy encouragement in my ear. When Whopper paused for a rest, I fell upon HotBloke’s cock with a hunger that I’d been nursing for the past couple of months. Meanwhile, Moby had started unzipping my jeans. Things were getting extremely heated between the four of us when the buzzer sounded. I really didn’t want to stop and attend to it, so I didn’t. When it buzzed for a second time, Whopper nudged me. ‘Hey, get the door buddy.’

Reluctantly, I disengaged and ran over to the intercom. It was Butch-Bitch and SmartArse and I quickly buzzed them in. But when I tried to return to where I was, Whopper was greedily working HotBloke’s cock. However, HotBloke swept me into a kiss. Wrapped in his arms, I was swooning, when the doorbell rang. I cursed and hurried across to let the newcomers in. I scarcely glanced at them, just nodded hi, and shut the door behind them. I was in no mood to play host. As far as I was concerned, Whopper had invited these two and he was responsible for any niceties. But as I moved back to join the fun, Butch-Bitch caught me by the sleeve. ‘So what’s the deal here? Are there any rules we should know about?’

I groaned inwardly. Not another couple with fucking rules. ‘What do you mean?’ I snapped impatiently.

‘Usually at this sort of thing there are some rules. Like say no politely and accept it in the same spirit.’

‘And something about safe sex. Unless this is a bare-backing party?’ SmartArse added hopefully.

‘It’s not,’ I said tersely. ‘Strictly safe sex.’

‘I don’t see any condoms,’ pouted SmartArse.

‘The condoms are in the bedroom. I’ll get them. Things just kind of got started out here.’

‘Yeah well maybe you should pull those blinds,’ added Butch-Bitch. ‘And what’s the deal with refreshments? If there’s some beer going, I’ll take one.’

‘Me too,’ said SmartArse as he began to undress. ‘Do you have Cascade? And what about plastic bags to keep everyone’s clothes separate?’

‘Perhaps you’d like me to hang them in my wardrobe for you?’ I said sarcastically, furious that I was being treated as a maid.

‘Yeah, okay, that’d do the trick,’ said SmartArse, handing me his shoes and tee shirt. ‘Hang on, just let me get out of my jeans and underwear.’

I couldn’t believe him, but as I stood there flabbergasted, Butch-Bitch started giving me his garments as well. ‘Hey check him out,’ said Butch-Bitch, nudging his boyfriend and indicating HotBloke.

SmartArse looked over approvingly. ‘Yeah, definitely. I hope he’s a top. Hey you, do you know if the guy with the cropped hair is a top?’

It took me a moment to realise that ‘Hey you’ was addressed to me. That was the last straw. I dropped their clothes on the floor and headed back to HotBloke before I had to fight those two for him. ‘Hey man, the blinds,’ Butch-Bitch called after me.

He was right. I did need to close them. I hurried across and snapped them shut. Then I remembered the condoms. It seemed some of my guests would need little encouragement to fuck without them. As I hurried past Butch-Bitch and SmartArse, en-route to the bedroom, SmartArse tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at their pile of clothes. I kept walking, though I did do a double take. SmartArse was a petulant, demanding little miss, but now that he was stark naked, I could appreciate that he did have a superb arse (which he was trying to position in HotBloke’s line of vision) and a cock that had morphed into a very tasty mouthful indeed.

I scooped up the supplies from the bedroom, checked myself in the mirror, but when I turned to leave, MobyDick was standing in the doorway, stroking his cock. ‘I saw you come in here. So you’d like something more private, eh? I like shy boys. They’re always the hottest fucks.’

I was surprised to see him there—he’d seemed so engrossed only moments earlier when I’d walked by him—that I really couldn’t think what to say to get rid of him. ‘I’m sure you remember me from my messages. I sent you some nice photos of this,’ he said, shaking his cock at me. ‘I’ve wanted you ever since my boyfriend showed me your profile and told me about your session together. And now here we are, alone together at last.’

‘Yeah, but unfortunately I’m kind of busy right now,’ I said trying to keep my voice polite. ‘I’m the host and so have a few chores and responsibilities. I really need to get this stuff out to those guys. We wouldn’t want your boyfriend to go doing anything without a condom.’

‘Oh he does that stuff all the time,’ said Moby carelessly. ‘He’s a bad boy.’

That gave me a moment’s pause and suddenly I didn’t feel quite so strongly about getting back to HotBloke. In fact, I felt relieved that he’d never fucked me. ‘Well, he shouldn’t,’ I said fiercely.

Moby stepped closer and began to run his hands over me. ‘But doing what we shouldn’t is always the most fun. I mean you should really be looking after your guests, but why not let this guest look after you instead? My boyfriend told me what you like, every detail.’

Moby took my hand and shoved it against his erect cock. ‘Do you like my MobyDick?’

Of course I grasped it, seeing as it was right there, and while I did, Moby was easing down my jeans and underwear. I was thinking about what Butch-Bitch had said—say no politely and it will be taken in that spirit—but when I tried to step away from Moby, my feet got tangled in my jeans, which were now round my ankles and I fell onto the bed. Moby took this as an invitation and the next thing I knew, he had spread my arse cheeks and begun to rim me. It actually felt so good, I couldn’t bring myself to push him off and I decided to just let him do his thing for a while. But then after a minute or two, I found I was really getting into it, and kicking myself free of my jeans so that I could spread my arse cheeks just that little bit wider.

Then the buzzer sounded but I no longer wanted an excuse to leave. Moby really knew what he was doing back there. ‘Keep going,’ I hissed. ‘Someone else can get it.’

I was aware of someone talking into the intercom and then a knock at the door a few minutes later, but I really didn’t care who it was. I was too caught up in the moment. Later, someone new came into the bedroom, the Greek guy, who sported an impressive erection and had a deliciously muscular hairy chest. ‘You got condoms in here?’ he asked brusquely.

I pointed to the box which he grabbed. ‘Leave me a few,’ Moby insisted.

The Greek handed him some, then seemed to get a bit distracted watching us. Someone called out for him from the other room. ‘Don’t fuck him yet,’ he instructed Moby as he hurried out. ‘I wanna watch, then have my turn at him.’

It was very presumptuous—the idea that I could just be passed on to whoever happened to wander into my bedroom—but also very sexy. A few minutes later, SmartArse marched in with their pile of clothes. ‘You never came back for these,’ he accused me petulantly but his pique melted away as he watched us, and when I signalled him over, he had his cock in my face in a flash.

Then the Greek returned, and he and Moby decided they would take it in turns to fuck me while I sucked on SmartArse. We’d only just got going when the buzzer sounded, and then again only a few minutes later. After a while, I kind of lost track of how many times the apartment doorbell chimed and someone else arrived. There was no way I could stop what I was doing and answer it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came in four great shuddering spasms. ‘Shoot on my chest,’ I encouraged Moby and the Greek, but SmartArse wasn’t having that.

He started pushing me off the bed and protesting, ‘No, no, don’t do that. Don’t waste it. Fuck me instead. Fuck me. It’s my turn.’

SmartArse gave me another shove and I almost fell off the bed. I turned on him to protest, but he was preoccupied, wriggling onto his back, lifting his legs in the air, and begging to be fucked. The Greek and Moby were rearing to oblige. It was as if I was no longer in the room. As I sat there on the edge of the bed, my eyes fell on that neat little pile of clothes SmartArse had deposited on the floor, just a couple of feet away. I reached forward and picked up SmartArse’s Abercrombie tee shirt. I used it to wipe the cum and sweat off myself, then re-folded it neatly and returned it to the pile.

SmartArse was carrying on as if he was in a revival church, and now that I’d come, his physical charms had waned considerably for me. I didn’t want to watch, didn’t even want to be in the same room as him. I stood up, located my underwear and slipped it on. I decided I’d better investigate what was happening in the living room. The buzzer had gone off an awful lot. But I was hoping it was just the same person buzzing impatiently because I wasn’t there to answer the door. As I hurried out of the bedroom, I bumped into someone heading for the bathroom. We collided with some force, our heads knocking together. ‘Jesus,’ he exclaimed, and the voice was accented and somewhat familiar.

I rubbed my head, then looked up to glare at this idiot. It was Alejandro.

‘You?’ I gasped in amazement. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’

‘I was invited to an orgy by CSI,’ he replied loftily, ‘and now I understand everything. That is you, yes?’

There was no denying it. I nodded. ‘But I didn’t invite you,’ I said quickly. ‘My friend must’ve done it. I guess he saw you marked in my …’

I trailed off. It was too incriminating to complete the sentence.

‘As one of your favourites,’ Alejandro smiled triumphantly. ‘Oh Stephen, you still miss me.’

I ignored that remark. ‘Anyway, what are you doing accepting invitations to sex parties when you want to be faithful to your boyfriend?’

‘I was curious to meet this CSI who insulted me,’ Alejandro explained.

‘So, you took your clothes off?’

Alejandro was naked and I’d noticed as we talked, that his cock had been hardening. ‘Of course,’ he shrugged. ‘I do not want to be the odd one out. But I have done nothing yet.’

For a moment, we stood there in silence, just gazing at one another. Alejandro rubbed his forehead. ‘That hurt before. You have a hard head.’

‘Yours is hard too,’ I replied, dropping my eyes meaningfully.

He laughed and his eyes ran over my body with a familiar intent. Then, suddenly the Asian muscle boy we’d invited over walked through from the living room, looking for the bathroom. He brushed past us but the appearance of another new arrival reminded me that I needed to investigate who else had turned up and what was happening in my living room. I excused myself from Alejandro but he surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me tenderly on the forehead where we’d bumped together. ‘Better?’ he asked gently.

I nodded. It was sweet and I would’ve liked to have lingered there with him, but the sound effects from the living room were making me imagine that the fifteen guys Whopper had promised HotBloke had actually turned up. As I hurried off, Alejandro gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

However, when I walked into the living room, thankfully there only seemed to be two other new guys. Whopper was leaning against the wall, having his cock sucked by a new blond guy whose face I couldn’t see. He in turn was being fucked by Butch-Bitch. The other new guy was Toolbox2010, someone I’d sent a message to on Gaydar weeks ago, though he’d never replied. I was amazed to find him sitting on my living room floor naked, jerking off as he watched the others go at it. He was late-thirties, hairy chest, muscles, unshaven. Fornicasian returned, walked over to him and began to fondle his chest. I was thinking I might like to join them when the apartment doorbell rang.

That startled me. I was certain that the intercom hadn’t gone off in the last five minutes which meant it was someone from within the building. Was it a neighbour? Could they hear what was going on? I realised that I should have put on some music to mask the incriminating noises. I dashed over to the door and peered through the spy hole. I was relieved to find it was only GymHotJock from upstairs. I opened the door a couple of inches and said hello.

‘Oh, it’s you,’ he said. ‘I thought it must’ve been, though the number seemed wrong. I’m here for “the party”.’

Reluctantly, I swung the door open. I didn’t like the guy but he was on the Body Corporate. If I refused him entry, I could imagine the consequences. At least if he came in and took part, he was complicit.

‘My, my,’ he muttered as he took in the spectacle. ‘When I asked you to keep me informed of goings-on in the building, I never imagined something like this.’

‘It finishes in half an hour,’ I said firmly. ‘It’s strictly safe sex and you’re responsible for your own clothes and possessions.’

‘Half an hour?’ GymHotJock looked stricken and started flinging off his clothes.

While I’d been busy at the door, Alejandro had been enticed into the three-way. He was now fucking Butch-Bitch. He caught me looking, shrugged guiltily and beckoned me over, but I gave him a wave of dismissal. Whopper also noticed me watching them and gave me the thumbs up. I didn’t reciprocate or even smile. I was annoyed with him. When I’d left him alone at my computer, he’d clearly gone through my Favourites and sent messages to anyone he liked the look of. Alejandro, GymHotJock, Toolbox were all listed there. I wasn’t comfortable with what was unfolding in my apartment, but what could I do? If I tried to break up the party, things could get hostile. I knew it would be a lot easier to get rid of everyone once they had come.