Preface
For those who haven't read the earlier stories in this series, Patrick, Jeff, Matt and Peter have a loft apartment in the French Quarter in New Orleans. They were all gay, and had only bareback sex with each other and only those who had been tested very recently for STDs into their beds. They believed sex is for breeding, so condoms were never used.
All the characters in this story are over the age of 18.
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Part 1 -- To the Party
It had been over a month since I had met Patrick and the guys in the French Quarter when I finally lost my virginity to Patrick and Jeff. I still got hard when I thought how good it had felt when a cock entered my ass and stroked my insides. It was utterly amazing and I wanted to do it again and again.
Anyhow, as I was leaving their place after that night, Peter had said they were planning one of their occasional parties and they would like me to come. He said he would call me when it was arranged to see if I would be available.
Finally, after about 5 weeks, the phone rang and it was Peter on the line. "Hey Mark, how have you been doing?"
Fortunately, none of my roommates were around, so I could talk freely. "Peter, is this you? I still get hard thinking about you guys and what we did. I've been pretty busy and my classes have been going well, but I could use some 'relaxation' if you know what I mean. After that weekend with y'all, jacking off just isn't good enough for me anymore."
He chuckled, "I know exactly how you feel. Fortunately, living with these guys, that's not a problem for me. Anyhow, we've been working at arranging that party I told you about. We're going to have 3 guys over plus you. They're all hot, but there's one in particular that we think you'll like. He's on the baseball team in college in Virginia -- and he's only 19, even younger than you, and he's experienced -- having started having sex at 18. Jeff met him at the clinic he volunteers at a few months ago. Jeff brought this guy, his name's Ryan, over here a few weeks ago. I'm sure you'll like him a lot!"
"Now," Peter continued, "have you thought any more about the gangbang I suggested?"
I laughed. "I actually thought you were kidding when you suggested that. Me, who has only bottomed twice in my life getting screwed by maybe 7 guys in one night -- seriously??? Now if you want to be the bottom, it's OK with me," I answered with a chuckle.
"Very funny, Mark, but no, I want to be able to walk the next day. Now, we're all free next Saturday night until early Sunday morning too -- does that work for you?"
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great!!! What time Saturday?"
"It'll start around 9 pm -- and hey, I've got a ride for you so you won't have to take the streetcar. This 19 yo guy I mentioned, Ryan - it seems he lives close to Tulane and is willing to pick you up and give you a ride -- and take you back too."
"Terrific! Where will he pick me up and when?"
"I'll have him call you and give you the details. In the meantime, there's a couple of things you need to do. The most important is to get down to the clinic Jeff works at and get a clean bill of health. Can you do that this week?"
"Sure, I'm free most afternoons, so just have him let me know when I should come."
"Secondly, on Saturday, in the late afternoon or early evening, be sure to use an enema before you come over. You need to be 'clean' for our 'activities'. Sorry you can't use the douche here, but the guys get sort of squeamish about others using it."
"Simple enough, yeah, I'll do that."
So I went and saw Jeff on a Thursday and got tested. No problem of course.
On Friday, the phone rang, "Hey, is this Mark? This is Ryan - our friend, Peter, told you I'd call." Ryan had a low baritone voice and he had an accent like a native. "I'll pick you up about a quarter to 8. Where do you live?" I gave him my address. "And say," he continued, "I'd like to take you out to breakfast the next day so we can get to know each other better. Is that OK with you?"
"Sure, that sounds great, but you don't have to do that."
"I know, but after the night before, I'm sure we'll be starving. The place I want to take you is sorta upscale, so can you bring a nice shirt and some slacks? I think they might frown on shorts and a t-shirt."
I wondered what kind of guy this Ryan was, but agreed to bring the clothes.
On Saturday around 6, I used the enema and was out in front of my apartment with about 5 minutes to spare. I was wearing just shorts and a Tulane t-shirt, and had a bag with my change of clothes.
In a few minutes, a silver Porsche 911 pulled up and this very fit young guy got out and walked over to me with a broad smile on his face. He was very tanned and had sandy-blond hair. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt too, but his shirt only covered half of his chest, leaving his mid-riff bare, showing off his ripped abs.
"You must be Mark. God, you're hot!!! I never expected to be picking up the cutest and sexiest guy I've seen in a long time."
I blushed, "I'm just ordinary."
"Hell, hardly! I don't know what you've got under those clothes, but you could easily be a model just the way you are. I can't wait to see you naked!" Ryan exclaimed with a grin. "Peter said you were 21, right?, but you look more like 18 or 19."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot." I looked him up and down. He looked very athletic and in great shape. "You're pretty hot yourself!"