How the Coronavirus Jump-Started my Sex Life - 60. Chapter 60

Closing

The applause for big and hairy Larry’s lengthy topping of the muscled and smooth red-headed Vance was quite strong, especially for the size of the audience, which was about 50 at most including the servers and other staff at Trevor’s. The emcee soon appeared from the darkness to embrace the naked actors. Still wearing only a leather pouch over his goods, I found myself having to struggle to look away from the older man’s amazing hairy chest and belly.

“My, my, wasn’t that exciting?”

Applause erupted again for almost a minute, punctuated with several shouted compliments.

Smiling directly at Vance and then Larry, Trevor said, “I think once the editing is complete, we might have a best-seller in that video. You guys were so hot together! Wow!”

Vance and Larry both smiled broadly and nodded.

“Now, gentlemen, I think you might want to grab a quick shower before you greet your public.”

Both actors nodded. Vance looked at the audience, gave a big smile, and waved energetically. I was surprised he had that much energy after the pounding he’d just had. They grabbed their garments and scampered out of the spotlight and around the pool to the door into the house.

“Now, an interesting thing happened during our earlier break. A couple of our fine guests told me they would like a chance to buy some of the costumes our macho servers have been wearing. After thinking it over a bit, I thought it might be fun to have an auction of the costumes. All the proceeds will go directly to the man who sells his costume. Mybe we’ll start a new tradition. How does that sound?”

There were a lot of laughs, hoots, and affirmative shouts along with a smattering of clapping around the pool.

“I thought you might like that idea,” Trevor grinned. “So, I’m going to ask our servers to get a round of drinks for our guests and then retreat to the dressing room to slip into any costume you are ready to part with. While drinks are being served, we’ll begin the auction with Alan and Pedro. Oh, guests, the costs of any costume you purchase can be added to your bill and put on your card. We promise to pay the money to the server. Okay, Javier, Darrel, Jack, and Calvin, serve your men!”

Auction

Almost all my guests wanted fresh drinks. I took the orders as quickly as I could, but was delayed a bit by several of the guys who requested certain of my costumes including the thin silk panties I had on at that time. By the time I got to the bar, both Jack and Darrel were already in line before me. Billy had come up to help get beers ready.

“Guys,” Billy said while popping the tops off a couple of beers. “You should model the costume and make it sexy. Then, if you want the best tips, when it sells, pull it off right there on stage and walk naked to the buyer. If you’re not comfortable with that, go to the buyer, then pull them off and hand them to the buyer while they’re still warm. I’ll bring out some towels if you wish to cover up. But just know this , the more flesh you show, the higher your tips will be.”

By the time I was back to serving the drinks (and picking up $90 in tips), Alan and Pedro had appeared in the spotlight next to Trevor. While Jack, Javier, Darrel, and I served our customers, Alan went up the steps to the wooden platform wearing nothing but those sexy (and very gay) hot pink compression shorts. I couldn’t suppress a chuckle because Mr. I’m-not-gay looked like a real flamer, a butch one, but still a very gay dude as he was slinking around up on the viewing platform. Trevor auctioned off Alan’s shorts, which were bought by a rotund middle-aged guy in glasses who looked like someone’s uncle and couldn’t possibly fit into the shorts. He had been bidding against Kim, one of our guests, but Kim finally dropped out so the shorts went for $550. Alan bowed to the crowd before strutting over to the buyer, who was encouraged to caress the shorts while Alan stood near and turned his butt to the buyer. When the feel-up was over, Alan stepped away a couple of feet before slowly wiggling out of the shorts and handing them to the guy, who immediately sniffed them. Completely naked now and sporting a semi-erection, Alan withdrew to the house to put on something else, I assumed.

Pedro was soon strutting around on the platform in the silky white bikini briefs he had begun the evening wearing. He would rub his long, thick pole each time the bidding price increased. He got $475 for this little bit of silk. The buyer was a fellow in Pedro’s service area who looked to be early 40’s with thinning blond hair and a good build. Pedro allowed his buyer to fondle him for a moment before the big construction worker put his hands on his hips and slid the fabric down to his ankles. As he leaned over to pick the bikinis off his feet, I got an unexpected view of his rosebud twinkling between his massive brown butt cheeks. Oy! The buyer grasped Pedro’s hips and leaned in to lick Pedro’s prong. Fuck!

Larry soon appeared wearing his white tank top (I heard Billy call it a “wife beater”) and his very worn short jean cutoffs. As Larry climbed the steps onto the platform, Trevor auctioned the two items as a pair. I guess picking up on Pedro’s habit of stroking himself every time a higher bid came in, Larry performed a little strip tease, pulling up the bottom of the shirt to show his abs, removing the shirt, unbuttoning the top button on the jeans, unzipping just a bit, and eventually when the winner was announced, whipping the shorts completely off. Larry immediately began turning from side to side to make his dick flop from side to side, a truly impressive display of thick dick meat. Then, slowly stroking himself, he walked through the crowd to his buyer, a surprisingly young guy (late 20’s) who had paid $420 for the outfit. He took Larry’s monster in his hand, pulled on it three times, then placed a cute little kiss right on the piss slit. I was aroused and intrigued by this really open sexuality on display.

Next up, the voluptuous red-head Vance, came out wearing an orange Speedo that had a bit of room in the front but was stretched tight across his bodacious buttocks. He dashed up the steps so everyone could see him well. As Trevor conducted the auction, Vance spent most of the time with his back to the audience. I’m pretty sure he is quite aware of his most popular asset. He flexed his butt muscles, ran his hands over the bit of fabric covering him, and occasionally tugged the waistband down a ways on one side or the other. Eventually, the bidding closed at $615, sold to my own taciturn guest Charlie, who gave Vance a vigorous butt massage for about a minute after the young student had handed over his Speedos. I was shocked to see Charlie put his index finger in his mouth briefly before sliding it into Vance’s receptive receptacle for several probing moves. I think I heard Vance moan, but I wasn’t sure.

The twinky teen Jack appeared beside Trevor wearing his black jock strap. He danced around a bit as Trevor got the bid up to $375 from the balding blond who had already purchased Pedro’s silk bikinis. When Jack appeared at the gentleman’s side, the man grasped the waistband of the jock to pull Jack almost into him. The man turned Jack slowly to the side until he could see the boy’s ass, leaned in and planted a kiss on the bony butt, and then tugged the jock off his body. Jack walked through the crowd to the house door, receiving some slaps to his naked flanks and a few cat-calls as he went. I noticed that his penis did, indeed, need to grow for a couple of years more to attain an average size.

I was next up to auction off my tight silver boxer briefs. I decided to be seductive as I climbed the steps, turning and bumping my butt from side to side on each step. The view from up there was quite impressive. Off to my right, I could actually see over the fence to a beautiful view of a section of Albuquerque’s night lights down in the valley. To entice the bidders, I did some twerking and other erotic dance moves to encourage the audience to support me. Paul, the Air Force guy started the bidding at $100; a gray-haired man in Larry’s section bid $125; Frank, the lawyer in my section, bid $150, Paul bid $200; my wheelchair bound Corporal John came in at $250; a handsome 35-year-old from Pedro’s section bid $300; Paul went to $350; Frank upped to $400; John shocked the room by jumping to $500. I think everyone understood that this young man really wanted my shorts, so no one bid higher. I was very glad to get $500 for them and I was glad they went to this fine man.

When I got to his seating area, he was instructing his attendant Han to lower the arms on his wheelchair.

“Come, sit in my lap,” Corporal John suggested.

I started to sit carefully with both feet on one side of him.

“No,” he said. “Straddle the chair and face me, please.”

It took me a moment to plot my move and then I stood up tall, faced him, stretched one leg over his knees, and settled my weight on both feet. Then I sat down, my spread ass against his crotch (which I could feel against my sphincter) and my torso just inches from his. Being a few inches taller, my face was a little higher than his. Close up like this, he was even more handsome than had been obvious from a slight distance. In an undefined way, I was drawn to this man.

“May I give you a kiss?” I asked. I surprised myself, but it all seemed very natural.

He smiled and nodded so I leaned down into his face and placed my mouth gently on his. The kiss lasted half a minute or so and was quite pleasant with a hint of tongue action against our lips. When I pulled back, he smiled again. “Thank you,” he said, “that was very sweet.”

I grinned at him. “I enjoyed it a lot. Thank you for buying my shorts.”

“My pleasure,” he nodded. “I guess you should give them to me.” He winked.

I grinned in what I hoped was a wicked way. “By all means.” I rose until I was standing tall. I grasped one of his wrists and placed his hand on my butt cheek. “Maybe you could help me pull them down?”

John put his other hand on my other cheek, then grasped the waistband and tugged the boxers down a few inches. Of course, with me standing astraddle his legs, the shorts only moved just below my asscheeks. I pulled the front down so my half-hard dick spilled over the top, awkwardly close to his lips. He released my boxers, grasped my dick (which caused me to shudder and gasp), leaned forward, and gobbled my dick right to the root. Holy shit! John’s other hand held my ass firmly so I couldn’t back away without being rude. He sucked me for 3 seconds, which was enough to get me completely hard. Then he backed off, still holding my cock and my ass. He smiled up at me and said, “Thank you for being so sweet to me tonight, Cal.”

John’s hands dropped to his lap.

“You are such a sweetheart, John, it’s very easy to be nice to you.” I stepped back far enough that I could bring my feet together in front of his chair. I slid my boxers on down to my ankles, then pulled them off, leaning with one hand on John’s knee for support. Holding them out towards him, I grinned, “Here’s your souvenir.”

He clasped them and said, “I’ll remember you for a long time.”

“And I’ll remember you, John.”

On my way to the house, I passed Kerry and Kim’s table and then the schoolteacher Nick’s table.

As I passed, Kerry said, “You’re very sweet, Cal.”

I smiled and nodded as Kim added, “Very nice hardon you’ve got there.”

I smiled and nodded at him, too.

As I walked alone down the hall to the dressing room, a tangle of feelings hit me. I had not only been naked in a somewhat public setting in front of 50 strangers, but I had had an erection for all to see. I was a mixture of shocked, embarrassed, and proud. Kissing John had been unexpected but felt very natural. It was sweet, a little sexy, and fun but not romantic. Hmm. Separating those emotions felt a bit earthshattering to me. I was also a bit surprised at how much fun I was having in this den of debauchery. And, did having that brief sexual contact (the brief suck) with John in exchange for the price of my boxers constitute prostitution?

I thought about that last question as I found my final costume and slipped it on. Maybe I was technically guilty of prostitution, but I didn’t feel morally bankrupt. Okay, I asked myself, why is that? I decided it was since I had interacted with John because I was drawn to him. He was sweet and handsome and there was a big element of sensuality to the moment. I decided to do whatever the hell I want to, regardless of whether there’s money involved. I felt safe here to be myself entirely. What a great feeling!

I had put my thin blue silk briefs back on because they were very sexy and had room for my cock when it was aroused. When I went out the door onto the patio, things had taken a decided turn.

The Bacchanal Finale

Billy had moved to the permanent patio table where the gang had met the other day to discuss the Bacchanal. Several of the guests were lined up as though they were settling their bills with him. From my serving area, the science teacher Nick and Frank, the dominating lawyer, were at the table. Quietly behind Frank stood his boy toy Greg.

Several men were in the hot tub with Javier standing in the center. He seemed to be turning slowly around so that each man had an opportunity to suck his incredible dong. As I watched, Kim (one of the “sisters” in my group) slipped into the water between a couple of others. Well, I thought, Javier did say he likes blow jobs.

On the leather-topped platform where Alan had played with the dildo for all to enjoy, Vance lay on his back, legs spread and in the air, supported by none other than my Air Force duo Paul and Barry, while a lighter-skinned black man was giving him an aggressive rim job. Several others stood around the action.

Against one of the statues, a man I couldn’t identify was holding onto the statue’s muscular leg as he leaned over. Behind him, Darrel was playing hide the big dick repeatedly. The bottom was very vocal about how big Darrel’s cock is and how fucking amazing it felt inside him.

Young Jack leaned over a short wall, still wearing his jock strap, while he was being fucked by the balding man who had purchased the jock half an hour earlier. Jack was taking a heavy pounding with only appreciative grunts and moans.

At first, I didn’t see any sexual action taking place in my service area, but eventually I noticed a head bobbing in the lap of the taciturn and controlling man named Charlie. In fact, I had difficulty identifying the cocksucker since Charlie was holding the back of his head with both hands seemingly forcibly moving it up and down on his dick. After a moment, I realized the cocksucker on his knees in front of Charlie was my house-mate Alan.

Pedro was completely nude and completely hard as he served drinks to guests throughout the backyard area. He was receiving a few sucks from most of the guests as he served their drinks. What a job! Spotting me, he nodded and grinned widely, as if to say, “What am I supposed to do?” I laughed and gave him 2 thumbs up.
When I checked with the remaining guys in my section, not surprisingly, Kelly ordered two gin and tonics, Charlie wanted a whiskey (while Alan was still working his cock), and Lucien asked for a rum and coke. At the bar, the hot bartender Greg told me he thought I was overdressed. I laughed and decided he was right. So, I slipped off my silky boxer briefs, allowing my erection to flop straight out and bang against the front panel of the bar. I handed my briefs across the bar to Greg and said, “Here’s your tip, you little stud-muffin.”

Greg stopped working long enough to slip my briefs over his head and position the leg openings over his eyes. That put his mouth and nose right where my cock and balls had been 20 seconds earlier. Fuck, that was hot! I think I left a dollop of precum on the front of the bar.

By the time I was serving the drinks to my guys, Vance was getting gangbanged on the leather table-thingie, Alan was riding Charlie’s cock, Javier was screaming out his orgasm in the hot tub, Jack was on his back on the high platform with 3 guys from his service area taking turns on his teenage ass, and Pedro was now fucking some guy on a chaise lounge by the pool.

When I gave him his rum and coke, Lucien handed me a $10 bill and said, “I really want to lick your asshole.”

I looked at him to see that he was being truthful. I smiled and said, “I certainly can’t think of a reason to say no to that.” I turned around, leaned over, and backed up until Lucien’s hands touched my cheeks. He spread my cheeks and soon I felt the soft warmth of his breath followed quickly by the electric touch of his tongue to my sphincter. The sensations were so strong and spectacular that I almost shouted with delight. “Oh, damn! Lucien, that’s amazing,” I said.

I enjoyed his oral ministrations that relaxed my sphincter quite significantly in a matter of a few seconds. Unfortunately, I had other drinks to deliver so had to cut this awesome act very short. I thanked Lucien and he thanked me, then took a long swig of his cocktail.

I placed two rum and cokes down at Kelly’s table just as Kim returned from the hot tub. He was naked but for a towel around his waist. He was obviously excited from participating in Javier’s 7-mouth BJ and was most grateful for the presence of the fresh gin and tonic. I waited for Kim to extract $20 from his pants pocket. He looked me in the eye as he folded the bill into half and then half again, ironing the folds with his fingers. He put out one hand to grasp my dick, which he used as a leash to pull me closer. I guess he wasn’t too exhausted from sucking Javier because he gave me a most accomplished blow job while running the folded bill up and down my ass crack.

While Kim was enjoying my cock and ass, I happened to look up to see Brady watching with a wide grin on his handsome face. When he saw me look his way, he nodded and gave me a thumbs-up sign. I smiled at him, my momentary embarrassment being overcome by his positive response. After a few minutes, I felt I needed to move on through my guests to attend to other needs. Kim was understanding and I completed my circuit ending with Corporal John.

When I approached his chair, John motioned for me to step forward. I straddled his knees and moved forward guided by his palms against my buttocks. He sucked me right down and began a very nice BJ. After several minutes, I reached into his crotch to find a most exciting erection there in his pants. I pulled out of John’s mouth and bent down to unfasten his pants and find his nice pecker in there. He smiled as I dropped down to suck him into my mouth. At first his erection was somewhat weak but it soon strengthened up well. Vaguely I was aware that someone walked up beside us for a moment, but I stayed focused on this fun job until John tapped my cheek a couple of times. I pulled off his dick and looked into his face. With a quizzical look on his face, he held out a condom package.

Was I ready for this? I liked John and felt drawn to him. I’d only had Alan inside me that way before. It was clear that Alan and I had burst into an open relationship if there even was a relationship there anymore. I looked over to the place Brady had been standing but he was no longer there. I knew that having sex with me would

really make John happy and I knew it would make me happy, too.

So, I smiled at John and took the condom package. I tore the wrapper and extracted the rubber. I bent down and sucked John a bit more before rising so I could properly sheathe his nice cock. I reached for the lube and sprayed his covered dick. I took a couple of fingers of lube and hastily crammed my fingers into my hole, gasping at the significant intrusion and the coldness of the lube. As I rose up, I stopped for a very deep kiss before rising to my full height. I held John’s cock in my hand and positioned it at the entrance to my body. Then I began to slide down, taking him into me nearly as deep as Alan’s penetrations had been.

We locked eyes and he had the sexiest, almost unbelieving, wide-eyed, open-mouthed look I’d ever seen. His face was the most erotic vision I’d ever had. When I was accustomed to the fullness, I began to move over him relaxing into the sheer pleasure as I fucked myself deliciously on his love stick. His breathing became quick and raspy, eventually culminating in a gurgled shout of immense pleasure as his body yielded up the accumulation of semen from his balls. I rose off him so I could remove the condom and clean him up a bit. After I’d wiped his cock and my ass, I tossed the towel down and kissed him a long time.

John reached into a bag on his table, pulled out a $100 bill and handed it to me. “For all your service tonight,” he said.

I felt a little crestfallen as the transaction had blown away my feeling of gentle, sweet connection with this lovely veteran. I took the tip and thanked him, stood and moved away as Han came over to get John ready to leave.

John grinned at me. “You’re really cool, Cal. I hope to see you at the next Bacchanal.”

I smiled back. “I’ll be here if Trevor invites me,” I said without thinking.

We said good-night and I walked away as Han continued the clean-up process.

Private Party

Paul and Barry were the only ones still remaining in our zone. Vance was still getting fucked on the leather table and Jack was still getting fucked on the platform. Larry, the uber-top from the show a while ago, was now fucking the medical assistant Jaime as he sucked on the doctor’s dick. Paul and Barry were standing near their seats with Alan on his knees in front of them, moving from one military dick to the other. Presumably Paul had been watching to see when I’d be free again as he immediately waved me over to join them.

When I got there, Paul said, “Would you join us to go inside where we can be more comfortable?”

Alan looked up from groin-high and smiled invitingly. I checked out the lovely dicks Alan was holding in each hand. Paul looked to be about my size in both length and girth while Barry was even longer but considerably thinner. This would be interesting, I thought.

“Sure,” I said. “Where are we going?”

“We’ve got a room on the second floor,” he said.

I wondered how he had booked a room, but didn’t ask. Even though I’d been eaten out, sucked, and fucked already, I hadn’t had an orgasm and was surprisingly horny still. The prospect of “doing” these two gorgeous Air Force officers was not at all unpleasant so I eagerly nodded my agreement. “Let’s go.”

Paul and Barry grabbed up their belongings and shooed us into the house and up the back stairs. I hadn’t been on the second floor so found myself quite interested in the layout and decorations of the halls and stairs we passed through on the way to their room. Once inside, I saw a room decorated in Italian country villa style (okay, I admit I’m just guessing here as I haven’t been to Italy or taken an Interior Design class). The room featured a king-size bed on a platform two steps high with four corner posts about 6 feet tall. The guys dropped their stuff and herded Alan and me into the bathroom where we all fit into the oversized shower for a quick rinse and some feel-ups that rejuvenated all the erections.

Soon Alan and I were lying side by side on our bellies in the middle of the gigantic bed while Paul ate my asshole like a starving man and Barry performed the same miracle on Alan. There was never any doubt in my mind what their plan for the evening was. Luckily this premier-grade accommodation came with a large bowl full of condoms and what appeared to be a quart-size pump-bottle of lube. I chuckled inside to think how convenient it is to trick out at the home of a porn movie producer.
It might be late in the night, but the flyboys were in no hurry. Paul got so into my butthole I began to wonder if he was going spelunking in there. Of course, the noise level in the room was pretty high with the gasps and whimpers and moans both Alan and I were making, not to mention the slurping sounds coming from our rumps. It did seem weird to be here with Alan in a sexual situation while not interacting directly with him.

Eventually, Paul’s talented tongue was replaced by fingers. The census of digits showed a steady growth rate of about 1 additional finger each minute or so. After a few minutes, he had given me both index fingers and both middle fingers. They added a lot of lube back there and worked my sphincter until it was as relaxed as it had ever been.

Paul rolled me onto my back “so I can watch your face as I fuck you” and then rolled my legs back, inserted himself with practically no resistance on the part of my sphincter, and slid forward in a move as smooth as polished marble. Beside us, Barry was content to fuck Alan directly into the mattress without seeing the look on his face. I could tell from his verbal responses that Alan was loving this connection with Barry’s extra-long dong.

I was transformed to another place by Paul’s fat sausage as it gouged through my innards on each of his powerful thrusts. For a long time, Paul pounded me in a rigid rhythm that beat my prostate and filled me deliciously with his hard column of hot flesh.

After a while, Barry withdrew from Alan’s fine asshole long enough to flip him onto his back before he plugged his cock back into Alan’s receptacle to resume his thrusting. I was a little startled when Alan reached across to take loving hold of my dick. He’d never shown any interest in getting me off when we made love, er, fucked. I returned the favor and soon all four of us were moving on toward the big payoff from a great fuck.

Alan was the first to blow. The sexiness of the situation and his orgasm pushed me over and I stated cumming about the same time as he finished. After about 3 shots of my cum, Paul screamed and pounded me hard with each blast into the condom. Judging from his thrusts, he came 10 or 11 times before he was done. And finally Barry blew.

I held out my hand for Paul’s condom, which he handed me once he’d gotten it off. I immediately sucked out the contents, enjoying the sort of fruity and nutty taste combined with stale beer. Seeing this, Barry offered his condom to Alan, who took it with somewhat less enthusiasm than I had shown, but he also used his tongue to scoop out the contents. I pulled Paul forward so I could clean his spent cock with my mouth and was a bit surprised when he got semi-hard again during this process.
The four of us went back into the shower for a quick rinse which evolved rather quickly into another ass-eating moment, but this time with the eaters switched from before. I didn’t find Barry’s rim job quite as exciting as Paul’s had been but I wasn’t sure if it was a difference in talent or something in the timing.

Back in the bedroom, Alan and I were positioned on our knees at the edge of the bed, fresh lube and condoms were applied, and we were fucked deeply doggie style. Since I was now taking the longest dick I’d ever had (Barry’s), I was pleased to find out my body was able to accommodate that length with no problems. After 10 or 12 minutes, the guys pulled out and traded places. Paul shifted me on the bed until I was against the headboard, a massive carved wood affair that had some notches that were perfectly placed to serve as hand holds. Another benefit of screwing in a porn producer’s house?

Paul moved up behind me and slid in quite easily. After pistoning into me for a while, he paused. Grasping me by the hips, he pulled me backward onto his shaft and then pushed me off about 4 or 5 inches. He repeated this a few times before shifting his hands to my shoulders. There he directed my movements by applying a pressure against my collar to get me to back up, then releasing that pressure to get me to pull off a bit. I found it very exciting to take control of the rhythm and be able to fuck myself on his awesome cock. We fucked this way for quite a while until Paul took control again simply by thrusting in and pulling back. Once he did that, he picked up the pace fucking me as hard and fast as he could.

If there was anyone in the next room, they had to know exactly what was happening because I was getting loud and a little high pitched as my body moved towards the precipice. I was caught somewhat by surprise when my cock began erupting onto the headboard as I crested into a very intense orgasm. Without even touching my cock! I think my ass was so relaxed that it didn’t squeeze Paul’s prick much during my orgasm as it still took him a couple of minutes more before he nutted.

I had been so into the joys Paul was giving me that I lost track of what Barry and Alan were doing. Once Paul and I had come down from our orgasms, we learned that our buddies had also finished things off with a bit of a mess.

We wiped down the headboard and all our penises, cuddled up, and fell into a deep sleep. Just before I fell asleep, I wondered what had happened to Brady after I had last seen him.