The front door flung open and there stood Thomas.
Smiling warmly and striking a dramatic pose with arms wide and robe open, he let the entire neighborhood see his firm, tan body. Swirls of soft black hair covered his chest and flowed down to the jockstrap that held his fullness. .
"Quite the doorman," I said with heartfelt admiration, "but good thing I wasn't the mailman."
Slipping a finger inside the waist of my shorts, Thomas pulled me through the door and backing up against the foyer wall, dragged me with him.
"No bother," he replied, "he's already sucking cock in the backyard and you'rrrrre late."
With Thomas's alcohol soaked tongue in my mouth, a reply wasn't possible.
It was just short of noon and Thomas was already a bit drunk. Behaving like the adorable slut I found so sexy. Pressing back and rubbing his sides gently, we shared a slow and unhurried kiss.
"Sorry baby," I whispered when finished.
"Oh you will be," he said, smiling mischievously "but come on bitch, let me show you off."
One hand swung the door closed, the other grabbed mine and we were off!
The living room was just off the foyer and populated with a handful of men and women each of whom were in various stages of nudity or wearing provocative outfits that invited further undressing.
"Everybody," Thomas called out to everyone and no one in particular, "this is Kevin ... Kevin say hello to everyone."
I just had time to get half a nod off to some of them before being dragged from their presence!
"I thought you were going to show me off," I said jokingly as we made fast time down a hallway, Thomas's light robe flipping back like Superman's cape.
Suddenly he stopped short and I almost crashed into him. .
"Oh look," he whispered while backing me up to peer inside the door we'd just past.
I noticed right away the room was set up for "special events" such as today. It lacked a bed or any of the normal furnishings you'd expect in a bedroom of its kind. Wall to wall vinyl covered the floor on which cushioned mats of varying thickness were scattered about together with leather covered "restraining" benches and a variety of pleasure causing toys and accessories.
I quickly envisioned myself bent over one of those benches, but then went on looking about the room.
In two areas the walls were adorned with "man sized" racks. I could call them that because a man stood in one of them. With arms and legs spread wide, his wrists and ankles were bound in place and a mask covered his entire head except for holes at the nose and ears. His mouths function wasn't currently required, so a zipper was closed tight over it. Fair skinned and unexceptional looking I had no doubt it was a man because of the pre cum trail that flowed down his stiff prick, dripped off his balls and formed a puddle between his feet.
The center of attraction in the room was an older man with distinguishing gray/white hair. Knelt down and bent over in the room's center, he was naked and blindfolded with both arms bound behind his back. Two young men moved about, tormenting him in pleasing ways and maintaining the rigid condition of what appeared to be a considerable cock. A heavy-set Black woman stood off to the side whispering
instructions and seemed to be very much in control of matters.
Looked like everyone's cock was either swollen or stiff, so it was safe to presume a good time was being had by all.
A latex ball sac was all that could be seen of the large dildo buried deep inside the man and his tormentors took turns whipping and spanking him, leaving his back and ass glowing a brilliant color red. When they lacked anything else to do, they'd grind and pump his hole with the dildo until he moaned in surrender. A ball gag was strapped around the mans head, so what he was saying was anybodies guess, but "I surrender" would seem appropriate!
My cock was never one to turn down a kinky turn and it was rock hard and trying to convince me to replace the man on the floor, get "next in line."
After a few moments it began to dawn on me that I might know the man and a quick glance to Thomas confirmed it. The older man with the impressively hard cock and red hot ass was my Political Science professor: Professor Arnold.
Thomas was his Aide and apparently the job description was a broad one.
It was the distinctive hair that gave him away, but I think I'll remember him differently now.
"Hello Thomas," the Madame cooed from across the room. "Have you brought me another plaything?"
"Oh no you don't," Thomas said with a smile. "You've got your hands full already, this ones mine."
At which point he grabbed me and we continued our journey down the hallway.
"Later......" is all I could get out before being pulled away.
Our destination was the bedroom at the end of the hallway. Thomas seated himself at the foot of the bed, positioned me between his knees and proceeded to undo my belt.
"I've been waiting for this," he said while working. "My house, my party, I get the pick of the litter."
I stood obediently. I was a guest after all.
Passing the time, I stared down his chest to the full jockstrap that hung between his legs.
I lifted my T-shirt over my head and stepped out of the shorts when they arrived at my ankles leaving a black thong as my last line of defense. Thomas quickly breached it and I surrendered without a fight when his mouth surrounded me.............
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Although good looking, muscular and masculine in both appearance and temperament, there is something about me that always elicited a fair amount of interest from men as well as women. Seemingly more than my friends, they'd come on to me suggestively, thinking they could get lucky and as I matured, my cock began to betray my "hetro" ways and put a curve in the road.
My prick would begin filling hard when it technically shouldn't and I'd find myself susceptible and weak to their advances. Swelling and aching, it would hold me motionless, confused and silent in those early compromising moments when intent and willingness get decided.
Eventually I'd come to understand this weakness.
Eventually I'd learn about my sexuality and the roots of these responses. Eventually I began succumbing to their advances readily, but it took time..
My High School English teacher was the first.
I'd graduated a few months prior but not left for college when I revisited the school which was just down the road. I'd run into my English teacher (who doubled as the Drama Coach) and he'd invited me to his office to talk of college plans, where I'd enrolled and such.
Just as I was telling him my intention to go to the local university, he closed the door to his office.
A bit more "college banter" took place before I'd noticed the conversation was swerved in a more personal heading with questions about who I'd been dating..."How was it going? What were we going to do?."..and talking enviously about all the girls that would be waiting "spread-legged" for me off at college.
