The All Male Parties At Tim’s
Introduction
If you’ve read my multi-part sexual auto-biography series, The Early Years,
Part VIII talks about my introduction to the online social media world specific to men desiring other men. When I discovered it, one of the many things I was exposed to were user-created Groups designed to bring people together who have similar likes, fetishes, and interests. I searched out anything that had to do with gay men, and I found [and joined] groups that captured what at the time turned me on. A group for hairy men. A group for smooth dudes too. A group for naked men in sports. A group that was all about men’s asses. I passed. A guy’s ass did nothing for me [oh have times changed]. One for cum eating, and another for piss play. Piss play? What the fuck?!? One of my favorites was a group dedicated to uniforms, specifically cops and firemen. I even saw one that was about regularly scheduled orgies at some guy’s home in the state where I lived. That one I joined. I had to know what went on there. I glanced at it a few times, looking for descriptions of the parties from those that joined in, but I didn’t see anything worthwhile so I left it alone.
It didn’t take long to realize the format and overall design of the groups did not allow for easy communication with other group members, and even when I tried I didn’t get a lot of interaction. Mostly it was for guys to post pictures matching the group’s title/description, and that was it. No flow or updates that would keep any of these groups fresh and exciting. My interest in them quickly faded and I pretty much forgot about them for several years.
One day when I was going through the settings of my Yahoo profile, I opened the Groups link to remind myself what was in there and take a quick look at what may have interested me a few years back. The Firemen and Cops… still hot. The pics were the same but enough time had passed to have their intended impact be successful. My dick was hard and I was locked into the images of muscled sweaty hunks in sexy uniforms with gargantuan cocks. Some just posing, and others fucking sucking and cumming like the superior studs they were. The pics in the other groups immediately sparked my memory from when I first saw them. A somewhat fresh look at what once got me rock hard.
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| Cops/Firemen Group |
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| Hairy Men's Group |
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| Hairy Men's Group |
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Then I noticed the group I had joined that was created for Gay and Bi-Male Gatherings. Just the title was enough to get me going. The mere thought that someone could arrange for a bunch of guys to gather together naked triggered every receptor in my body that reacted to men. The curiosity once again got the best of me, and I opened the group to have a look. Things were much different than when I had first joined.
When I had first joined the group, there was little to no activity. I was hoping to read about and see all the things I knew I could never be a part of. Descriptions of all the sex and hotness that happened at the latest party, or pictures of naked men enjoying each other with their host. In my mind I could live vicariously through their words and images, jerking off to the banter of buddies who would log in to describe all they had done with each at the party.
To my disappointment, there was nothing. An almost empty shell of a group. There was the group’s description from the administrator, offering his home for bi-weekly parties for anyone who wanted to attend – but no details, dates, locations, or anything else. The group had some members, but no one had entered any posts.
Now, the group was a buzz of activity. Along with the group’s description, the Admin had his template for each party including days and times, general rules, and a small fee to help pay for food and beverages. The parties were every Tuesday and Thursday, Noon to 9PM. No criteria or expectations, except of course that you had to have a penis. I immediately wondered if these pics and party descriptions I had fantasized about would be there. No pics, but there were many members who thanked the Admin, telling him they had a great time and thanking him for opening his condo for everyone who could attend. The membership had risen as well. The group was healthy and active, and making good use of the features they were designed for.
Then I noticed a link for address and contact information. I don’t know what about my mind needed to know where this location was. I guess somehow I could feel just a bit more attached to the entire operation if I had knowledge of the physical location where all of this took place. In my fantasy of attending, I’d have somewhere to imagine being. So I clicked on the link. My eyes popped open, and my jaw dropped.
On screen was the address, and also a google-maps type image of the area showing highways and local roads surrounding the red mark in the center indicating the location of the parties. It was a map of my town! I instantly recognized the highway number, the local street names, and the patterns of black curvy lines they drew across the map. For a moment it didn’t register what this truly meant. Once it did, I nearly fell out of my chair. This man’s condo was about 1.5 miles from my house! I drove past it dozens of times a week, and the actual physical address was barely a diversion from my daily typical drive. This location literally could have been anywhere in my state. All these times men were congregating naked, fucking around, and cumming at a location I could reach on my fucking bicycle. My heart was racing a mile a minute at the shock and realization this was no longer a fantasy. It was right here where I lived. I had to find out more. I just had to!!
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Part I – My First Visit
I sent the admin an email introducing myself and letting him know of my interest. When he saw my pic and learned I was close by, he was very excited about my coming over. I explained my situation and let him know my availability was very slim. but I was so curious about the parties that I couldn’t resist reaching out to him. He was awesome about it. Told me I was welcomed to stop by anytime, party or not.
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| I sent him these |
Every time I drove by the place while going to and from so many of my common weekly destinations, my heart rate would race and I wished like hell I had the time and the nerve to turn into his lot and just get the hell in there already. For several weeks I hemmed and hawed over the idea. I thought, “Here I am a married guy at 41 on the DL and at this point in my life I hadn’t had that many ‘encounters’ with other men. How could I possibly run into a room filled with naked guys and get wild?”
And then I thought, “Who the fuck am I kidding? I drove an hour completely out of the way for my ‘
first time’ and somehow fit that into my virgin-tight availability. I’ve
traded sloppy-faced blow jobs against a tree, got naked and had sex on a blanket in the middle of a ball field surrounded on three sides by traffic, met up several times with this hot bald dude who trained me how to take his 8 inch cock down to the root (I never quite got down that far but certainly developed a skill for giving good head), got a wild blow job of my own while driving my car at 40 mph around curvy mountain roads and had my load gulped down this guy’s throat without swerving, left my house at 11:30PM on a 'fire call' to get with this stud and fuck him into a state of shock (he literally gasped out 'Oh my God!'), and among other things got into the middle of a
3-way suck-off with a pro cocksucker and his buddy with a beer can thick dick. I could handle this."
It was early December, 2009. I forget where I was driving to, but the idea of having a 30 minute window where I wouldn’t have to worry about being worried about felt okay. The condo was on a back road just off the main highway, and this back road connected to the main road I was headed for anyway. I wouldn’t even be off course in my pit stop. I got out of my car, went to the doorway and hesitated just for a moment. I was really going to do this. I rang the bell mostly because I didn’t want to be seen just standing there. I wondered to myself how many neighbors knew exactly what was going on inside. The door opened only part way, enough for the host’s face to peek around from behind the door and ask who it was. As soon as I said my name a big smile appeared on his face and he opened the door wider telling me to quickly get inside. As he closed the door in haste, I could immediately see why. To my right a large dining table with about 6 or 7 men sitting in various states of nakedness. Some completely naked, some in just a pair of socks, and others like our host Tim in a shirt but nothing else.
Their ages ranged from late 20’s to mid 50’s. All body shapes and sizes. Further back from the dining area was the kitchen, which had a large space in the wall joining those two rooms. Clearly visible in the kitchen were three more guys without clothes. To my left, the living room area. Just beyond the Christmas tree was large screen TV playing gay porn with a scene of about five or six muscled and glistening studs in leather fucking, sucking, and rimming each other.
On the couch, three more guys in their 30’s. Totally naked, hard, and were in the middle of fucking around but paused as the newcomer, me, entered the dwelling. In fact, everyone was looking at me. Wanting to see what new meat wandered into their presence. I almost felt naked already as their eyes undressed me. But my feeling of shy discomfort was interrupted by our host, Tim, standing in front of me and giving me a big hug as though I were a relative who was visiting for the holidays.
Tim was this overweight man in his 50’s, wearing a very large green t-shirt and nothing else. As he greeted me I could hear how his voice sounded very similar to Harvey Fierstein.
A raspy huskiness with a strong New Jersey/Long Island accent in his speaking. In fact, his body style was similar too. It didn’t matter. What a nice man, and several of the men in the room were quite good looking. As I made my initial hellos to the group, Tim started undressing me.
“You don’t need anything on. Let’s get you out of these.”
I didn’t resist. The act of being undressed in front of an entire room of same-sexed onlookers was fucking hot – and any shyness I may have initially felt fell away with each piece of my clothing that hit the floor. Before I knew it I was standing on full display of everyone attending in nothing but my boot socks. Here’s a pic of me with those exact socks. Imagine me in only them, I guess.
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| Just the socks, guys |
The sexual excitement of being naked in front of a house-full of onlooking men, and the sight of them all naked in various stages of sexual arousal had quite an impact on my own cock. It was quite full and heavy from the blood-flow and in one of its more impressive showings. I’m sure there are lots of you hung studs who don’t even have to think about what their flaccid cocks look like when exposed in front of others. Me? Not the case. I’m one of those guys whose soft cock can be rivaled by that of a 14-year-old if it is going through one of its smaller moments. I went through a lifetime of hiding my dick from others compliments of the size stigma we’re all so engrained with, especially after having a particular embarrassing moment in a locker room when I was in high school (read about that in
Part II of my Early Years memoirs). But here I was now, standing in front of all these men eyeing me up and down, and feeling great about it.
Tim seemed to like what he saw and instantly had his hand on my cock, fondling and playing with it. A moment later, he was dropping to his knees.
“I’m always first to sample new cock.”
No sooner did the words leave his mouth than my cock was stuffed into it. I felt the burn of razor stubble from his chin scrapping on my nuts as his face met my body and his lips and nose were buried in my naturally hairy bush. It was instantly apparent this man knew how to suck cock and has had many in his mouth before mine. Three of the men sitting around the table got up to have a closer look as my body fell back against the front door and my stance widened to accommodate the cock sucking I was receiving. It was now I could get a look at what these table sitters looked like. I was pleased. One of them had this thick massive dangling hammer cock with huge loose balls, each feature swinging and bouncing with every movement of his body as he stepped closer. One of the others stepped along side of him. His cock was much different. A big helmet head that protruded out from his hefty balls, with not much of a shaft to speak of in its flaccid condition. Hammer cock dude grabbed helmet head guy’s cock and started fondling it as they watched me getting flushed and my body relaxing into my full-display blow job. The first thought that hit my mind was how the bigger cocked guy went for the stubby cocked guy. He seemed to love it, and I loved that. The third guy stood solo on the opposite side of me than the other two. He was tall with a runner’s slim body and a beautiful cock.
Tim took his mouth off my cock and while he stroked me looked up at said, “You have a great tasting cock.” Then he turned to the tall runner dude and said, “You have to taste this dick.”
Runner dude got on his knees next to Tim. Tim still had my cock in his hand and proceeded to aim it at runner dude’s mouth. Runner plunged his face forward but didn’t take my dick in his mouth. Instead he shoved his nose beneath my balls and started inhaling my scent. It was like he was taking a huge hit from a bong. A long slow inhale that instantly intoxicated him, and in his lusted high state he began devouring my nuts. Hungrily and sloppily slurping and munching on my balls, smearing
his face with the spunk mixed saliva that was drenching my sac. I was going wild. My knees get weak when my cock is getting it good and I kept dipping and rising as my legs turned to jelly. This made my dick move all over this guy’s face until he grabbed it and sank it into his wide-open mouth. He started sucking me like he was on the final sprint of a race. His head moving like a piston back and forth along my cock.
I looked at the two to my right who moved their mutual stroking to a
suck off. Hammer cock guy sucking on helmet dude, whose shaft was much
more prominent now that he was hard as stone. The entire time this was going on, the three on the couch had resumed their activities sprawling and writhing all over each other, taking turns in thrusting cock on cock and making out. They looked so hot! I focused on them while getting my dick sucked, wishing I was in the middle of that. Tim seemed to pick up on my gaze. He stood up and led me across the room toward the couch, with runner dude a step behind. It was now I got my first good look at Tim’s body.
As I mentioned, he was wearing nothing, but a large green t-shirt and his cock was micro-sized. It literally was about 1.5 inches long, hard as a pencil and about as thick. I’d never seen anything like it. What struck me most was how he didn’t seem to care, nor did anyone else. He was at complete comfort with himself, and everyone comfortable with him. Being someone who has struggled with the shyness and discomfort of feeling like I needed to hide what I have, this had a deep impression on me.
The five of us couldn’t all fit on the couch, but Tim was a very
generous host. He continued leading me forward into the middle of, and
directly onto the three who were fucking around. I was instantly
consumed in a pile of arms legs tongues and cocks as someone, somehow
relieved me of my socks. I couldn’t tell whose leg from whose arm from
whose tongue… like we were a ball of mating snakes. Each of us
thrusting our cocks against anything and everywhere.
I’ve never had such unfocused wide and full-bodied stimulation like I was feeling at this moment. It was as mind-blowing as it was cum-inducing. All five senses were on overload. The physical touch of all these masculine flailing body parts along with the friction and body heat being generated and shared among four warm-blooded sexed up and hard hairy bodied masculine men. The sounds of deep growling moans, tenor emitted sighs and gasps, and baritone backed coaching from the growing group of those watching from all possible directions and cheering us on. The intoxicating scent of men’s sweaty skin, perspiring pits, pre-cumming and saliva-soaked cocks and spunked up ass cracks and holes. The taste of manliness in all the places my tongue could come into contact with, a delectable mixture of tangy, sweet, sharp, salty, bitter, smokey, tart, and spicy in various textures of syrupy, gooey, slick and saucy on the hard, soft, and moist surfaces my tongue traveled along. The sight of these good looking and good bodied men clutching away at each other as well as at me, looking at me with desire lust and sex as our bodies writhed slithered and bucked – along with the surrounding view of the room filled with men jerking off either themselves or each other as they watched us, while helmet dude had hammer cock dude bent over the side of the couch and ramming that big head full into his ass. My mind barely sharp enough to grasp and consider how hot it was to witness the man with the monster cock electing to be the bottom.
My body was being licked, sucked, rubbed, kissed, fingered, and constantly re-positioned. So many cocks that weren’t mine being simultaneously thudded, slapped, ground, slid, and pressed hard against me in every area of my body I had.
My crack was being hot dog-ridden, my feet were having cocks thrust through them,
and balls mashed against them, my pits were being licked and fucked,
my mouth was erection filled, my nipples were being swirled in precum
straight from the big-headed and leaking tap, and my own cock was in a
mean-ass sword fight. All at once or in quick succession!!
It always changed, it always moved, and increasingly intensified as a
room full of orgying men seemed to lock in to each other’s pending
eruptions. The moans and grunts got louder and more intense, the
slickness of our perspiring bodies increased, the hot banter swelled
around the room from those who didn’t advance to sucking cock, the
gyrations of tangled men reached that last-holdout peak. And then… the
cum started flying.
I don’t know who I came on, or who came on me. I just remember the rain-like droplets of thick warm liquid thudding down all over me. My eyes were clamped shut to protect them as the torrent splashed all over my face and bald head, coupling with my gooned-out grimace as jet after jet of cum shot out of my dick, going.. I don’t know where. The sound of all these cum droplets landing on skin, cushion, and carpet snapped me into just enough of a conscious state to wonder just how much dried up cum was forever residing on that couch and on the rug. The remainder of my brain was locked into my full body orgasm. When my eyes opened, I was drenched in sweat saliva and cum. I began to survey the room as the remaining men were reaching their climax and adding their contribution to the ‘cum one, cum all’ event. Helmet dude shot his load all over hammer cock guy’s back and buns, and that hammer cock gushed out a puddle of pecker puss onto the top of the cushion above my head. I was still in amazement to be able to watch two men fucking, and from the vantage point I had – two feet beneath them.
We were all calming down from our state of ejaculation, and my foursome began getting up from the couch. Tim was Johnny-on-the-spot with towels to wipe ourselves off. Two of the guys remained on the couch to squirm, bask, and luxuriate in the cum they were doused in.
I wish I had stayed on the couch with them to experience that myself, but instead I walked down the hallway to the bathroom and joined two others already in the shower to get a quick rinsing. That was fun too, getting to acquaint myself with them as our bodies were turning and twisting in constant contact to get showered. Our cocks heavy and still semi-engorged from the level of excitement that hung in the rising steam. I felt for the first time, ever, that I wasn’t one of the ‘little dudes’. My cock was just as impressive as my shower-mates, and many of the men who were there.
After a very quick rinsing, I toweled off and exited the bathroom just as naked as when I entered it. As I passed the kitchen, there were three or four men standing as naked as I was having a pleasant and cordial conversation. Men who didn’t know each other but were already neighborly and friendly based on our familiar association, and in our mutual exposure. Nothing seems to remove barriers and walls among men more than being naked and having an orgasm with each other. We were all so comfortable. I stepped into the kitchen exchanging handshakes, introductions, and pleasantries, then being included in the easy-going conversation already taking place. During every second of this, I was keenly aware of the moment. As though I were a Psychology major studying the ‘art of the now’. I was aware of my bare feet on the vinyl floor, and the 3 pair of male feet all pointing at each other in our circle. I was aware feeling my bare ass leaned against the lower cabinets as I relaxed my stance and position. I was aware of my cock, exposed to everyone as theirs were to me – yet it wasn’t anyone’s focus of attention. Each penis hanging heavy and proud in their mutual excitement of remaining unconfined and in the relaxed presence of other penises. My cock was in a suspended state of… fullness, but not hardness. Happily fluffed, without being sexually excited. I didn’t have to concentrate on trying to keep it that way for sake of exhibition yet was hyper aware of it at the same time
As my conversation continued, I was in a parallel realization that my cock was larger than many of the men there, while being smaller than many of the others. Mine was somewhere right in the middle, without seeming like it was on the smaller side. I also noticed that the men with the smaller cocks were just as comfortable in their nudity as the men with the larger and monster sized cocks. Even Tim, a man with a penis that was micro sized, was totally comfortable with being completely exposed and he must have been in front of countless men of all sizes. That made me feel good and gave me a sense of confidence I had never felt before. It was one of the most exciting moments of my life and I make that statement without an ounce of exaggeration. It also took me a huge step forward in acquiring an acceptance of my physical attributes I didn’t previously have. I absolutely loved being naked with other men in a non-sexual setting and at that moment I never felt as natural and in my element than at that moment. As I type this, I find myself becoming overwhelmed in the memory of that feeling. Four men, talking comfortably, naked without any focus on our dicks. I didn’t want to leave.
Like Cinderella ripped from her magical moment with the prince by the bell of the clock tower, I was suddenly thrust into the reality that I had been there for an hour and was about to turn into a pumpkin. As calmly and friendly as I could, I announced my exit to my fellow naked kitchen dwellers, then hastily found my socks on the floor by the end of the cum drenched couch and went to collect my clothes from neatly separated piles of men’s clothing. I laughed at the difficulty I was having in quickly identifying which clothes were mine! As I located them and began to get dressed, I felt a sense of disappointment in having to wear clothes at all. I was in a rush to get them on but did so begrudgingly. As I stood to button my jeans, I was facing the TV still playing gay porn. I hadn’t taken any notice to it since I first entered the dwelling. Nothing about it seemed interesting in comparison to the reality of being where I was, doing what I was doing. I laughed at that too.
I said my goodbyes to all from where I stood, giving extra nods toward my couch, my shower, and my kitchen buddies. I gave a hug to Tim and thanked him so much for having me there. In his Harvey Fierstein voice he said,
“Next time when you come over you can fuck my ass. Bahahaha!”
It was cold outside in the New Jersey December afternoon. I made my way to my car as fast as I could without breaking into a run. There was this really nice pickup truck just turning into a spot when I was approaching the parking lot. The door opened just as I was stepping on to the pavement, and out of the truck emerged this tall, hot, muscled, tattooed dude with a horseshoe mustache. His biceps were Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson sized, like leathery tattooed pythons.
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| Imagine this guy with a short trimmed beard and darker smoldering look |
In the cold December Air that I was nearly shivering in, he was in just a skin-tight black t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. The shirt accentuated the god-like torso he carried, and the jeans wrapped around a set of tree trunk legs that looked like they could be used as Jaws-of-Life if needed. The man was an instant hard-on inducer. I didn’t have to wonder long if he was a newly arriving guest at Tim’s when his wife got out of the passenger side of the truck and opened the back to get the baby from the car seat. Still, he was hot enough that 10 years later when I’m finally writing about my visits to these all-male gatherings, this guy got an entire paragraph dedicated to him. Yes, he was that fucking huge, and that fucking hot.
I drove away knowing that wouldn’t be my only visit. I had to go back. I just had to!!
End Part I
Next up, Part II – The Latin Stud
