I had heard of naked parties – where gay men in a room all decide to strip down – but I never was involved in one until about a week-and-a-half ago.
A guy I met for the first time was out in front of his used book shop, with a guy who was trying to sell his book also. They were friends. I stopped to look through some of the shop owners used books and one of them caught my eye. I told him I might be back for it later. I had a few errands to do first.
When I came back, I looked at the book a little more intently. While I was doing that, another of the shop owner’s friends showed up and we all spoke quite a while. I bought the book. It was approaching 6 pm and he wanted to close up shop. I started to leave, and he said he and the other two were going to party in his basement. I liked the idea of continuing our conversation, so I went with them.
The shop owner broke out a bottle of some wine he had newly made (it was really good) and I sensed a change in the mood after about 20 minutes. I was going through some attitude changes at that time, so his next statement didn’t really shock me that much.
It was actually more like a question. He said, “So … I guess we are all gay here.”
I had recently come to grips that I was more bi-s***** than straight, but I, never-the-less, sort of nodded with the rest of them. That’s when he suggested we have a naked party, and shortly after that, we all had set our clothing aside. He broke out more wine.
Eventually, I asked if anyone wanted a b******* – half in jest – but I was willing to go down if somebody wanted one. I was hard as a rock and wanted to pleasure someone.
They sort of snickered lightly and half-nodded in the affirmative. I walked up to the guy with the largest c***, and caressed it in my hand … and slowly engulfed it in my mouth – beginning the process. He slowly began to respond, and then started jerking a little, until he finally arched his back and lost his load.
As I backed off the couch we were on, the shop owner came up behind me, and caressed my hips – drawing my naked behind up close to his c***. I saw what was probably going to happen, and bent over a little to indicate I was on board. Yes, he slowly and tenderly fucked me. It was b*******, but he pulled out in time.
It surprised me that I had actually let it happen so willingly – but (a I mentioned earlier) I had come to realize that I was bi-s*****. However, this was the first time I had let anyone f*** me. But there is more.
The third friend wanted action too. He went down on me for a few minutes, and then began to poke and prod my a***. The other guy had activated a few nerve endings already, and instead of a jerky experience just prior, this experience was softer, and I welcomed it much easier.
It took him longer to climax, but I was twitching more as a result. He had climaxed in my r*****, but he was wearing a condom.
His erection remained and, after a brief pause, he started up again with different moves, and suddenly, I blew my own load. He made it last what felt like an eternity, and I remember laying in the semi-fetal position – with my closed hands drawn up to my upper chest, and my neck curved back … convulsing – and almost crying. It was more like a wimper – as I burst short bursts of air out my lungs.
I would have never guessed that could happen.