Instead of the usual bobbing-for-apples type Halloween party, a friend of mine decided to try one of those sex parties that seem to be in vogue now. He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect. It turned out to be even better than that. When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already a couple of people there. They had the living room set up with pillows all over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on. All the guests were required to strip down to their briefs at first, and I lost no time joining in, tossing my pants and everything else on one of the beds in the bedroom.
Then they took back into the living room to introduce me to some of the other guys. I don't remember all their names, either the first small group or the dozen or so that showed up afterwards, but a couple stick in my mind. There was Vince, a smooth little Italian number in his mid-twenties that looked like a model, especially in his little yellow Calvin Klein jockeys. There was Bob, a married guy of about 40 from Staten Island that looked hot as hell, and packed a hell of a basket in his Fruit of the Looms (and no, I don't know how he managed to get away from his wife for the night). There was Marc, a young guy of about 20 or so whose boxer shorts did little to cover up his thick cock and looked so great against the contrast of the swirls of fuzz on his chest and stomach. Ralph was another hot number, a Spanish guy with a great body and a big cock stuffed into little blue briefs.
There was a guy named John there too, a real cugine type, with a great body and gorgeous face with a dark moustache and what looked like an average sized dick in his mesh briefs, but his body more than made up for it. Our hosts looked pretty hot too, but since they're also users on here, I won't tell too much about them. I guess it was about 9:30 or so when then said everyone had arrived, and the fun could start. I was glad, since having to sit in a room full of really hot men in briefs -- especially with John and Vince, who seemed to have hit it off -- with a porn movie running was getting me hot as hell. I thought we'd just go at each other and have fun, but they had other ideas. One of them brought out a bowl with what they said was everyone's name in it. The name they pulled out had to lay in the middle of the floor and get himself off while everyone watched. Marc was chosen -- which is one of the reasons I remember him -- and he seemed to be up to it. He laid down in the middle of the floor and propped a pillow under his head and another under his ass, so his crotch stuck up in the air.
All the rest of us stood around him, and just seeing the guy laying there like that with all the other guys hard in the underwear was hot enough to get me up! He started rubbing himself through the boxers, then when it looked like it was getting tighter and tighter in there, he hauled out a really fine piece of meat and a good-sized set of balls. He squeezed some baby oil or something (I think it was called "Glide"), onto his dick and started putting on a real show! The room was really quiet, just Marc breathing heavy and the rest of the guys rubbing themselves while they watched. All of a sudden, he groaned, and it was like some secret signal. Whatever carefully arranged plans our hosts had went to hell in a handbasket as everyone just started doing themselves or someone else. John and Vince went off to the smaller couch (love seat?), on the edge of the living room and reached into each other's briefs and pulled out each other's dicks. I would have loved to watch them going down on each other, but since this was a safe-sex party, they (and I), had to be content with jerking off.
It was really fucking hot when they stood up and, arm in arm, pressed their cocks together and made like they were fucking each other, their briefs down around their ankles. Marc was still down on the floor slowly stroking, and Bob had shed his jockeys and was helping him out. Every time he stroked Marc's dick, Marc stroked his, and the two of them looked like something from a porn movie. Our two hosts were taking turns with Ralph right next to them, one holding his balls while the other worked on his shaft, and he his hands full with both of their dicks. A bunch of other people were off on the side, standing in a loose circle, doing themselves - a real circle jerk! - and me, I just stayed on the side and watched everyone, especially John and Vince. They were real hot! By now, they were sitting next to each other on the small couch and were doing themselves, looking at each other. I could see their muscles start to tense, and as I watched, John started to shoot all over his muscular gut and Vince joined him, shooting into his wadded-up briefs.
I grabbed my dick and started whacking in earnest, wanting to cum too. I did, dumping my load right onto Marc and Bob, who were still doing each other and were starting to cum. It sounded like the circle-jerk was getting off too, there were just so many groans it was hard to tell. I couldn't tell what had happened to Ralph, but the next time I saw him and Mike and Stew, they all looked very satisfied. I collapsed into a chair and watched everyone compose themselves. This was scheduled to be a multi-event night, but at that point, I thought I had emptied myself out! Needless to say, since no one except Bob left until late the Sunday morning (I guess he had to get home to wife and kiddies), it turned out I was wrong!
Then they took back into the living room to introduce me to some of the other guys. I don't remember all their names, either the first small group or the dozen or so that showed up afterwards, but a couple stick in my mind. There was Vince, a smooth little Italian number in his mid-twenties that looked like a model, especially in his little yellow Calvin Klein jockeys. There was Bob, a married guy of about 40 from Staten Island that looked hot as hell, and packed a hell of a basket in his Fruit of the Looms (and no, I don't know how he managed to get away from his wife for the night). There was Marc, a young guy of about 20 or so whose boxer shorts did little to cover up his thick cock and looked so great against the contrast of the swirls of fuzz on his chest and stomach. Ralph was another hot number, a Spanish guy with a great body and a big cock stuffed into little blue briefs.
There was a guy named John there too, a real cugine type, with a great body and gorgeous face with a dark moustache and what looked like an average sized dick in his mesh briefs, but his body more than made up for it. Our hosts looked pretty hot too, but since they're also users on here, I won't tell too much about them. I guess it was about 9:30 or so when then said everyone had arrived, and the fun could start. I was glad, since having to sit in a room full of really hot men in briefs -- especially with John and Vince, who seemed to have hit it off -- with a porn movie running was getting me hot as hell. I thought we'd just go at each other and have fun, but they had other ideas. One of them brought out a bowl with what they said was everyone's name in it. The name they pulled out had to lay in the middle of the floor and get himself off while everyone watched. Marc was chosen -- which is one of the reasons I remember him -- and he seemed to be up to it. He laid down in the middle of the floor and propped a pillow under his head and another under his ass, so his crotch stuck up in the air.
All the rest of us stood around him, and just seeing the guy laying there like that with all the other guys hard in the underwear was hot enough to get me up! He started rubbing himself through the boxers, then when it looked like it was getting tighter and tighter in there, he hauled out a really fine piece of meat and a good-sized set of balls. He squeezed some baby oil or something (I think it was called "Glide"), onto his dick and started putting on a real show! The room was really quiet, just Marc breathing heavy and the rest of the guys rubbing themselves while they watched. All of a sudden, he groaned, and it was like some secret signal. Whatever carefully arranged plans our hosts had went to hell in a handbasket as everyone just started doing themselves or someone else. John and Vince went off to the smaller couch (love seat?), on the edge of the living room and reached into each other's briefs and pulled out each other's dicks. I would have loved to watch them going down on each other, but since this was a safe-sex party, they (and I), had to be content with jerking off.
It was really fucking hot when they stood up and, arm in arm, pressed their cocks together and made like they were fucking each other, their briefs down around their ankles. Marc was still down on the floor slowly stroking, and Bob had shed his jockeys and was helping him out. Every time he stroked Marc's dick, Marc stroked his, and the two of them looked like something from a porn movie. Our two hosts were taking turns with Ralph right next to them, one holding his balls while the other worked on his shaft, and he his hands full with both of their dicks. A bunch of other people were off on the side, standing in a loose circle, doing themselves - a real circle jerk! - and me, I just stayed on the side and watched everyone, especially John and Vince. They were real hot! By now, they were sitting next to each other on the small couch and were doing themselves, looking at each other. I could see their muscles start to tense, and as I watched, John started to shoot all over his muscular gut and Vince joined him, shooting into his wadded-up briefs.
I grabbed my dick and started whacking in earnest, wanting to cum too. I did, dumping my load right onto Marc and Bob, who were still doing each other and were starting to cum. It sounded like the circle-jerk was getting off too, there were just so many groans it was hard to tell. I couldn't tell what had happened to Ralph, but the next time I saw him and Mike and Stew, they all looked very satisfied. I collapsed into a chair and watched everyone compose themselves. This was scheduled to be a multi-event night, but at that point, I thought I had emptied myself out! Needless to say, since no one except Bob left until late the Sunday morning (I guess he had to get home to wife and kiddies), it turned out I was wrong!
