I was standing at the French balcony door of the commodious bedroom they had assigned me overlooking the villa's terrace and Lake Como, Italy, when the men, led by the party's host, who I'd heard called Matteo, filed in. I had showered and prepared as I had been told to do and was posed, naked, at the glass door, leaning into the doorframe. I was here for this Lake Como weekend for the pleasure of men--as many men who wanted to use me, separately or together. The men--five of them at my count, although I noticed that the old man I'd been flirting with downstairs, knowing where that would lead, the one they called the Cavalieri, wasn't among them. Three of these five men were old too; neither of the other two were less than a decade older than my nineteen.
The host, Matteo, was maybe forty. He was the only one of the twenty-some men who'd come to the party I recognized. Earlier, when drinks and nibbles were served on the lakeside villa's terrace, all of the men had been dressed in tuxedos or formal morning suits. They were obviously wealthy and important men, all exuding self-confidence, most of them quite handsome and fit looking for their age, if heaviness of body was discounted for several. I'm sure that these men were self-confident enough not to be embarrassed that they were fat while they were fucking a young rent-boy.
The men had been in cocktail party mode during the arrival phase, milling around on the terrace below, engaging in chit-chat that didn't go beyond their shared membership in this highly exclusive fetish club. They were being served drinks and canapés by me and three other young men covered only with loincloths. We, of course, were all beautiful young men, with great bodies for our ages. We knew we were there to serve sexually, as demanded.
I recognized Matteo as an Italian movie star under another name who played male leads in Italian and Greek action thrillers. He thus was a handsome man, with wavy dark hair and both sultry and slightly thuggish in appearance. His body was hard, trim, and hirsute. No doubt he was still keeping in secret that he was at least bisexual. I quite clearly understood that he would be covering me during this weekend--in any way and as often as he liked. I had no reservations about serving under him even when I told he had some BDSM fetishes. I had grown to want something rough, exotic, and controlling to bring myself to full arousal with a client.
As the other four men settled in chairs pointed at the large bed and the French door at which I was standing, Matteo came to me at the window. His silk robe fluttered to the carpet as he walked to me and he was as naked now as I was. Even at forty, he had a magnificent physique, highly maintained for the movie roles he still took on. He was in full erection. Reaching me, he palmed my belly with one hand and cupped my chin with the other, turning my face to his for a deep kiss. He was a good four inches taller than I was. He was already sheathed for action. I could feel him rubbing up my back from the waistline.
As we kissed, he moved his hands over my body, cupping my balls and stroking my cock briefly before going down on his knees behind me, gripping my hips between his hands, and jutting my pelvis back toward him. The four men sitting in the chairs facing us, watched with close attention. I knew I was playing a role for their sexual titillation, and I played it as well as I could. I raised my arms and pressed my palms to the warm glass of the French door, resting my cheek there too, and moaned, whispering, "Yes, yes, fuck me" in a breathy tone that I knew would reach the four men in the chairs, as he ran his tongue between my buttocks cheeks and opened up my entrance with it. I reached my hands back to cover and spread my glutes. Matteo pulled back occasionally to show the voyeurs my slowly spreading, pulsing hole.
I could see the other men in my peripheral vision. They had spread their robes open and shucked them off their shoulders altogether. They were all naked. Their fitness varied but they all were in erection and were handing their cocks. They stayed in erection for so long subsequently that I assumed that some or all of them had taken enhancement pills.
None of us said anything other than the few murmurings that came from the watching men and my own low moans and pants and occasional murmurings of being prepared and taken well. Part of my profession was to be able to gauge whether what the men wanted was a conquering victory over reluctance and eventual surrender to their "mastery" or whether, like now, I was to appear, at least, to be overwhelmed with want for them, no matter how well-endowed or masterful they were. This was a "Do it. Take me. I want you all" moment, and that was what I was playing to. I panted and moaned, gasping now and again. Matteo grunted as he worked me, but the afternoon progressed with just a low sound of a young man being used for the pleasure of five older men.
Matteo stood, moving his body up mine from behind. I moved to take my arms down, but he gripped my wrists and put me back in position. One hand palmed my lower belly again, pulling my hips back toward him. I opened the stance of my legs to maintain balance.
"Yes, yes. Fuck me!" I exclaimed to heighten the atmosphere of my need and want, and murmurs of excitement rolled through the semicircle of voyeurs. Matteo, the actor, knowing full well what I was playing to but no doubt confident he could break me down to genuine submissiveness as he wished, gave a little laugh.
Matteo's other hand was putting his cockhead in position, and I gasped as the thick, sheathed shaft entered me enough to challenge my sphincter muscle, which, as I relaxed, knowing what this was about and what was expected of me, yielded to him.
"It's so big," I whined, "Please go slow. Be good to me. Oh, fuck, it's so big," bringing forth another fluttering of sighs from the voyeur gallery.
Other than declaring intent, he did not force himself deeper at once, but moved the free hand to cupping my chin again. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck. I trembled in his embrace.
The thrust was sudden and deep. I gasped and exclaimed, my "Oh, fuck!" cutting through the silence of the room and causing a stir in the chairs behind me. But they settled down, as did I as Matteo held my trembling body in thrall and fucked me from behind. Slow thrusting to my moans. Deeper, faster thrusting to my groans. Cruel, hard, finishing-off thrusting to my cries and writhing within his grasp. I was a novice at this. I'd never been taken so cruelly before.
He started out slow, languidly, but he picked up in intensity and vigor. The hand that had been palming my belly moved down to take possession of and to stroke my cock. He continued pumping me to his tensing, jerking, and ejaculation, which came after I had splashed my load against the glass of the door, and after he withdrew, snatched off his condom, and came on the small of my back, at the top of the crevice between my buttocks cheeks.
He moved away from me then, but only to be replaced by the other younger man, a Germanic blond, quite muscular and handsome, who put his hands on me, swung me away from the window, and just pressed me down on all fours on the carpet. It wasn't more than a moment from the time when Matteo had been inside me, his body signaling his impending release, until the German had me under him on all fours. He was mounted on me from above and behind. He thrust inside me, his shaft thicker than Matteo's had been, his stroking more vigorous, swift and killing from the start. He pressed a foot in the back of my neck to hold me down as he fucked me in a power doggy position. My face was turned toward the men sitting in the chairs, watching, and stroking themselves. Matteo had joined them.
After the blond German had filled the bulb of his condom, he hauled me up and lowered me onto my back on the bed. It was the Graybeards' time to enjoy me and enjoy me they did, on the bed, between my spread legs, on my back, in my throat. Not one of them held back. They worked together, their hands all over me, sharing me. They didn't wear protection. They barebacked me. Their ejaculations were not strong or prodigious, but they were often enough in occurrence, that cum was dribbling out of me and my skin was slick with their jism.
When the group was done, I was left alone, on my back on the bed, with Matteo. He turned me on my belly, pulled me back to the end of the bed, put my ankles on his shoulders, and grasped my hips between his hands. I heard the snap of the condom being rolled on, jerked and huffed at the thrust of his cock up into me, and lay there, panting and moaning, as, pulling me back and forth on this cock. He tensed, pulled out of me, jerked the condom off, and shot his load up my back. After he was gone and I had recovered from the gangbanging that had gone on for well over an hour, I went to the en suite bathroom to shower and refresh myself.
