The Party

= The Party =

Ever since the wife had lost interest in sex, I had been chatting online to see if there were other married men in my situation. Perhaps I could get some advice. I discovered that the issue was way more common than I had imagined. They called it living in a sexless marriage.

As I continued to investigate, I found a men's group that was exploring alternatives. Sharing pictures was encouraged, so I posted some shots of myself. The comments were flattering and good for my deflated self esteem.

One guy seemed to take a special interest and invited me to a private house party that was about an hour away. He explained that it was a nudist get-together, which was mainly an evening of socializing. I had never attended anything like that and my curiosity drove me to accept the invitation.

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After adjusting my shirt collar, I took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. It was a large English Tudor located in a gated community with a separate four car garage! The door was opened by a tall naked man who extended a hand, "Name's Jake and welcome to our little encounter."

"Uhhhh, I'm Alex."

"Come on in, and let's loose those clothes. We got bags by the door to put your things in."

I nodded as if this was an everyday occurrence. Undressing was difficult, and by the time I was down to my boxers, I was having second thoughts about this whole idea.

Jake spoke softly, "Alex, there's no judgment, everyone here is just like you."

With a deep sigh, I slid off my boxers. The sensation of the cool air against my skin was both exhilarating and terrifying. I quickly stuffed my clothes into one of the bags and turned to face the room. I felt extremely self conscious, plus my cock was beginning to grow which was the last thing I needed right now.

Jake tapped me on the shoulder, "Feel free to wonder about and mingle, also there's plenty of eats and drinks in the kitchen."

I shuffled into the living room where a group was casually talking and drinking. By this time my erection was defying gravity and began to attract attention. It felt like one of those dreams where you're a school kid sitting naked in the middle of a classroom.

There were all shapes and sizes, and everyone seemed super friendly and talkative. Most of the guys were soft but thankfully there were a few good size hard ones. At least I didn't feel so weird with this swaying flagpole.

"Hey there!" called out a young man with a mischievous grin. "You must be new. I'm Ken." I smiled nervously, my hand reaching out to shake. "Yeah, this is my first time. I'm Alex."

Ken's eyes dropped. "Now that's what I call a trophy!"

Before I could respond, he had his fingers wrapped around it. I wasn't ready for anything like that, especially in a room full of strangers, but a wave of submission swept over me. We sat down on a nice leather couch and he slid his arm around my waist pulling me close while beginning to pet.

This spontaneous thrill is something that I had secretly dreamed about. It reminded me of my early teens and those naked summer sleep-outs where one of the guys treated me to my very first orgasm.

Ken's hand ran up my inner thigh until he had captured my balls. He began massaging and pulling on them. Then he moved up and lightly caressed the length of my shaft.

"Alex, this baby maker is absolutely gorgeous!"

He knew exactly what he was doing. I could see a large bead of precum forming. He smoothed the slippery juice in little circles around the slit then pushed the tip of his pinky finger in! My hands were frantically gripping the edges of the cushion!

"Relax," Ken whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Let yourself enjoy it."

My eyes closed and I surrendered to the magic as his hand squeezed firmly and began to slide up and down. The room seemed to fade away and the voices became distant chatter as I was transported back to my youth and those memorable evenings with my buddies.

When I eventually opened my eyes, a group had gathered around to watch. Apparently I had become the focus of attention. Their curiosity was intoxicating and it didn't take long until I could feel my whole body tense with excitement. I think everyone could tell I was getting close.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna..."

Ken smiled and the pace quickened. "Now show them how much you love to cum!"

Those words were all it took to push me over the edge. I threw my head back as pulsing gushes of cream shot out all over me with more streaming down over Ken's hand.

The gallery responded with clapping and hooting. When he finally released me, I felt weak from the intensity of the experience. One of the observers handed me a drink.

"Damn dude, that was a huge load."

I looked up and noticed it was Jake from the front door as he leaned down to rub my arm. I managed a weak smile.

Jake chuckled, "Don't pay any mind to these sick perverts, they just wanted to share your moment. Now relax while I get you a snack to go with that drink."

I nodded, grateful for his hospitality. The group of spectators descended like vultures to touch me and give my dripping boner more attention. One guy smeared his fingers around in the slippery mess to gather a taste.

I had just experienced something I would never forget, and the evening was just getting started.