By the Christmas holidays, I had gotten so used to her fucking me with her strap-on, that I was on the verge of craving it. She was always coming up with these ideas, so now I had to empty my balls into her before she would be fucking me with her strap-on. No problem. Our sex life was back on track, after it almost fell apart, a few months back. I fuck her, then she fucked me.
The next hiccup in our lives was coming up. Tiffany and her friends throw a reunion party each year on New Year's Eve, she started badgering me to go with her. I wasn't that big on large gatherings and apparently, there was going to be a large turn-out, there usually was, so she said. It was held at some old mansion that one of her friend's family-owned, by the bay.
So, it was the night of the party, and my heart still wasn't into going, but she insisted. Tiffany doesn't see her friends much and this was her chance to meet up with them again, but I've heard stories about these wild New Year's and Memorial Day parties before. Like usual I gave in to her badgering and agreed to go.
So, we booked a taxi and arrived at the complex's long driveway. I was gobsmacked at the enormous layout of the estate and then the mansion house itself.
There seemed to be people mingling everywhere, inside the house, outside of it, by the pool, or by the edge of the beachhead. I was awestruck looking around as the taxi slowed to a halt at the front doors.
Inside everyone seemed to be either chatting, flirting, or drinking. We started drinking once we entered the house. The music was pounding, it was so loud that it shook the windows of the house and made my heart pace. I didn't feel comfortable inside but hide it from Tiffany.
Tiff found her friends and started talking to them, it was all girl talk, so I drifted away and explored. So, I wandered around the estate, everyone ignored me.
I became bored in no time and started thinking that it was a mistake coming, it wasn't my crowd, or my music, and not my scene. I was bored and started having thoughts of calling a taxi or uber and going home.
An hour had passed and after yet another bubbly drink, I went inside the house and try to locate the restroom.
When I finally found it, I wondered to myself, why do rich people need everything so big? The restroom was slightly downstairs before the basement to car garages. It was well hidden from view, but it was massive. All I wanted was to take a piss, but this place was almost like a night club's facility. There were three urinals, two toilets, and a shower, and there still was room for more.
After I'd finished and was packing my cock back in my jeans and zipping up. I was washing my hands when the sudden noise of the door opening and slamming shut, made me turn around, as a tall guy came in to take a pee.
I couldn't help but notice from the reflection in the mirror, that this dude was packing a big cock. This would have to be the first time I looked at another man's cock or cock spotting since Tiffany spiced up our life. Was it the fact I was tipsy from the wine or was my inhibitions let free? I finished up and was about to leave, but another dude walked in. Then the guy I was watching in the mirror grabbed my arm. We glared at each other, then I broke eye contact and briefly looked at his cock dangling there, then back at his eyes.
"Not so fast," he said to me and put a finger to his lips, to shut me up. He then leaned that hand on the door hard, as it shut and then he latched the lock.
"Perv, you like looking at cocks," he growls. I glared at him. "Suck it," he said, and he waved his cock about. "No, I don't swing that way," I stuttered my reply. "Bullshit, I see it in your eyes" he snapped. He was much bigger than me and forced me down to my knees. "Suck it," he said again, this time forcing my head to his cock.
"Open up and suck it," he ordered. I was about to say something when the other guy walked out of the toilet. The distraction made it easy for him to force his cock into my mouth. "That's it, now suck it," he persisted.
