John sat on the couch next to Scott, his erect penis screaming for release. The other men sitting across the room from him made no motion to get up, and Scott was just gently caressing John's muscular shoulder. John decided he'd done enough to please others tonight, he was going to please himself.
He began to stroke his large, uncut dick as the others watched silently. Scott leaned closer to him and the two kissed passionately for their audience. It didn't take long for him to have an explosive orgasm. Eventually, the group of men left Scott's home, and after Scott had praised John for a job well done, John left as well, returning to campus for the night. John felt no guilt or shame, he knew himself well enough to know that he could compartmentalize these experiences with Scott, and maintain his straight identity. He had come to crave his weekly visits with Scott, crave the release that Scott offered.
And so it went for the next few weeks, John returned every week, Sunday night usually, to Scott's home. The routine from Scott's birthday night remained basically the same. There would be a group of men, sometimes the same as the first night, sometimes new faces. Usually middle aged and up, although there were occasional thirty somethings in the audience at times. The number was always three or four men, and none had joined in since the older man had stuck his cock in John's mouth after the birthday dinner. Scott assured him the men who were selected were told in advance whether or not they could participate, and that the people who could participate were carefully screened and selected.
The men would usually jerk themselves off during the "performance", either while he performed for the men or while he was being fucked on the couch by Scott. Each visit to Scott's, he would strip for the men and pose for them in the center of the living room. He loved being nude before then, loved showing off his muscular body and big dick. Although they hadn't discussed it, Scott must have known that he enjoyed it, because on this particular night, Scott an even more elaborate presentation in mind.
John walked into the house and met Scott in the hallway. "Hey, babe." Said Scott. "I want you to do something a little different tonight." He approached John and wrapped his arms around his waist. "This is an all new group, and I want to mix things up a bit. I'm going to play a song while you..disrobe, and I want you to show off for them...more than usual. Show them how sexy you are and dance to the music."
John tried not to reveal how much the thought excited him. "Okay." He said nonchalantly.
"Good boy." Said Scott, he leaned in and kissed John, his tongue invading John's mouth, but John had stopped resisting weeks ago when it came to kissing. He still didn't necessarily like it...but he no longer hated it, and he knew Scott enjoyed it.
Scott guided John into the darkened living room and be observed four men sitting on the far side of the room. After the first night of John performing on Scott's birthday, Scott has decided to light the room only with candles. Despite the lack of light in the room, John could mostly make out the figures in the room with him. Four white males, the oldest looked to be in his 60s and the youngest perhaps in his mid 30s. It took John several seconds to place this person, but he eventually recognized him from Scott's birthday dinner, Tim. Before he could process this information and decide how he felt about his presence, a rush of horror went through him as he recognized another man as his childhood friend's father. Suddenly John didn't care all that much about Tim being there.
John knew Scott had posted a few Craigslist ads, as well as drawing on his own group of friends. He hadn't seen us friend's father in years, as they had lost touch once they got to high school. He thought it might be possible that this man might not recognize him. This man...what was his name again?
Ray. Ray was his name. John remembered little league practice with him coaching the team. It was certainly possible Ray didn't recognize him, John told himself. John had sprouted from about 5-10 in 7th grade and the way to 6-4 as a college junior. That was the last time he'd seen Ray, yes? 7th or 8th grade? Then Ray and his buddy's mom got divorced, and by 9th grade he had drifted away from his old friend.
If Ray recognized him, he wasn't letting on. Although it was dark enough that he couldn't entirely read the reaction on the man's face.
John stood silently next to the couch where Scott was seated, uncertain if he would be expected to suck Scott's cock before dancing or not. He considered just bolting while he still had his clothes on.
Scott answered the question for him by making an announcement to the group. "Fellas, thanks for coming. My big straight jock is going to put on quite a show for you."
John briefly considered pulling Scott aside and telling him to call it off. He was considering this as Scott turned the music on. John knew the song, Toxic by Brittany Spears. Scott walked over to him and offered words on encouragement. "You'll do great, babe. Show them what a good jock slut you are for me."
Scott's voice was surprisingly tender and affectionate. That wasn't altogether that unusual for him, but it was a marked difference from the standard dirty talk John became used to from him in bed.
John did not want to disappoint Scott. He quickly decided to just try to avoid direct eye contact with Ray and hope he wasn't recognized. He'd all but forgotten about Tim, who was leaning back in his chair and grinning at John in a way that slightly annoyed him. Getting naked for sexually frustrated, older, masculine guys was one thing...for reasons John couldn't articulate, he was less comfortable allowing himself to be in such a vulnerable position with someone like Tim. But the music was playing and John didn't want to disappoint his audience.
He quickly removed his tee shirt and threw it on the floor. John tried to focus his eyes on the wall behind the men. He slipped off his athletic pants in one quick motion, standing before them just in his boxers. He suddenly remembered he was supposed to be dancing, not just undressing.
