The day had started sunny, and still was, so they took Anthony's Corvette and drove around for the first part of the afternoon. Mike rode shotgun and made note of some houses with 'for sale' and 'for rent' sign. After a couple of drive-by's, Anthony settled on a couple that were for lease or rent. He figured he'd like to spend some time down there before making a purchase.
Then mike called his friend who was a broker, to make arrangements to view. Brock called back within a half hour, and told them he'd made arrangements at all three houses.
Brock was close to forty, over six feet, tanned and muscled, and oozed sexuality and virility through a three-piece suit. And had piercing grey eyes that seemed to undress Anthony even as they shook hands.
The first house didn't float Anthony's boat, but that wasn't the topic as they drove to the second house.
"Oh my god!" Anthony exclaimed as he was twisting the 'Vette's key. "He got me hard just shaking hands!"
Michael chuckled. "Remember I told you I've been with guys where I said 'If you can get it hard, I've got a place for it'? Yeah, that's Brock. He's a fucking machine. Give him a hole, he'll get it hard and get it in. And he'll make you cum."
The second house was closer to Anthony's tastes. But not quite. The drive to the third house allowed for more questions.
"Will Brock be coming to the party tomorrow night?"
A little thought. "Probably not. He'd know some of the guys there. But he likes smaller parties, when he parties. He likes a three or four guy party. And he likes a two-guy party, for sure." Mike flashed Brock's business card. "And you have his phone number."
The third house was definitely to Anthony's tastes. The carport was slightly hidden by a curved drive and foliage. The interior was up-to-date. There was a fireplace, with Brock mentioning that he knew how much Michael liked his. There was one bedroom and a large, private den. The den had mirrors on the walls, custom lighting, and high windows for natural light in the daytime, and privacy at night.
"I know the owner. He's moved to California. He had some custom touches in this room, and I enjoyed many social evenings here. I'd be happy to help you recreate what he had here, if you wanted." Brock almost purred when he talked about the den.
They left it at that, with Anthony suggesting he'd like a few days to ponder.
Mike and Anthony enjoyed a slightly late supper, stopped in at a favorite bar for a few drinks, and managed to go to bed and sleep without fucking. There was even more admirable restraint upon rising. They had a whole day to kill, so more touristing was done. Mike took the time to show Anthony a favorite beach area. A secluded area, about a hundred yards in length, it was a popular spot for men to enjoy the sun in the nude. The pair took a brief walk in the sand. The weather being only modestly warm, only a few men were there.
Michael pointed out that, in the summer, this was a great beach to meet guys to bring home to have sex. "I don't like fucking at the beach." he said. "Sand is no fun."
Mike made sure they both drank lots of water during the day. "You have to think like an athlete." he said with a smile. "Think of tonight like a marathon. Pace yourself. You'll be new, so you'll get extra attention. It gets pretty sweaty, because Rick and Bob keep the house nice and warm whenever they host a party."
They arrived at the appointed hour, well into the evening. The host's house was a spacious bungalow on a cul de sac. Anthony expressed disappointment that only a few cars were there, but Michael said that several of the other men lived nearby, and a few would have arrived by taxi.
Mike led around to the side entry, and they stepped in without knocking. Inside, they undressed and put their clothes in a neat stack alongside other clothes on a long shelf. Then, Mike took Anthony's hand and led him into the expansive living area. Just before meeting the other men, Michael remarked "Too bad it's chilly outside. They keep the pool warm, too, and the pool deck's a fun place to party."
They walked into a large living room that looked out on to a glowing swimming pool. Anthony had been feeling self-conscious, wondering if his body, his looks, and of course his cock, would measure up to the desires and expectations of the other men. The instant that 16 or so pairs of eyes fell upon him, and he literally felt their sexual desire, his self-consciousness disappeared. And his cock stiffened accordingly.
Someone called out "Michael! It's been a while since you partied with us!"
A middle-aged man, very well tanned, just a touch flabby, thick wavy hair, and wearing a touch of mascara, left a trio he had been conversing with and came to greet them. Anthony also noted that the quiet burble of conversation had muted somewhat as everyone in the room turned in their direction.
The man greeted Mike with a warm kiss on the lips, and a gentle caress of Mike's cock. "Michael, you and I have not had a few moments together in far too long. You MUST take the time to play together tonight for sure." Then he turned to Anthony and extended a hand. "I'm Rick. Who is this tall drink of water?"
Michael introduced Anthony, and Rick kissed him on the cheek before turning to the room and holding up a hand. "Everyone! This beautiful thing is Anthony. Please make sure that he feels like an honored guest tonight, as this is his first party. If he plays as good as he looks, we certainly don't want it to be his last!"
The party started slow, with an hour of mingling, that included sipping wine, increasingly quieter conversation, and a lot of gentle bodily touching. Anthony noted that the room had been set up with four large sofas arranged in a loose circle, with a leather-clad bench in the center of that circle. On the tables between each sofa were bottles and tubes of lubricant.
Just before leaving for the party, Anthony and Michael had shared a few playful moments applying a healthy dollop of lubricating gel to each other's holes. "Just so that first fuck goes nice and easy. Besides," he added "once your ass is jizzed up, you'll be good with just slicking up whatever cock's going in."
One of the hosts initiated the real party. Rick led another man to the bench and instructed him to lay back before reversing and straddling him in a sixty-nine. Both men moaned in pleasure when they took each other's cocks in their mouths.
As the pair suckled each other, the rest of the crowd gravitated towards the sofas. There was a randomness to how everyone just lounged about. Hands went to cocks, mouths came together, fingers probed slick pucker holes. But all eyes were on the couple at the center.
Anthony found himself between two men just a few years older than him. Both were heavily muscled and deeply tanned. Their bodies were cleanly hairless, except for their wavy blond haircuts. Anthony found that stunningly erotic.
