There I stood. I had no idea where I was and just walked in the direction Peter had driven. When I rounded the bend in the road, my mouth fell open in amazement. I looked out on a large country house with a beautiful garden. Peter's ordinary car was parked between a few super luxurious cars. A few groups of men were sitting on the terrace, talking and drinking.
Hidden along the edge of the forest, I walked towards Peter's car to grab my clothes. I made myself as small as possible when I crossed the open space to the parking lot, but from the cheering I could tell that I had been spotted. And of course I could have known: the car was locked.
Suddenly Peter's voice came from behind me: "When you were having such a good time there in the bushes, I thought you may like a party. So I announced it in the group app. I didn't expect 20 people to come. But you probably won't consider it as a punishment to make 20 men cum."
"Is this your house?" I stammered.
"Yeah, you didn't expect that when you saw my car. Inheritance. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep the staff. That was too expensive for me. But I don't think you will mind delivering the drinks. The guests will undoubtedly give you a drink in return."
Peter gestured for me to follow him. And of course I had no other choice. And of course I didn't want any other choice. He guided me between the tables on the terrace, while 20 pairs of giggling men's hands tried to touch or grab me. The few hands that managed to grab my cock for a moment made it start to grow a little already. In the kitchen, he showed me where I could find the drinks and glasses.
"I want my guests to have a nice afternoon, so I expect you to do what they ask. If they offer you a drink, respond that anything they have to offer is fine with you. And let them decide where and how they want to offer it to you."
I said it was clear to me, even though I was very nervous. 7 years ago I sucked my first and only strange cock and today I had already felt and tasted quite a few cum in and on me, and now I had the prospect of 20 more.
I took a few deep breaths, then stepped outside. I decided to start at the farthest table, so that I had to walk past all the other men as often as possible. I asked one of the men what I could pour for him. When all five of them started shouting something, I said that I was really too old to remember that I would serve them one by one. They agreed with a laugh.
The first order was a glass of whisky. While I walked to the table with it, I was touched again on all sides. My arousal started to become more and more visible with my increasingly stiff cock. I placed the glass in front of the man who ordered it.
"Thank you," he said. "Can I offer you something to drink too?"
"Yes, nice," I smiled. "I always like to swallow something."
"What do you like most?"
"I like everything, so just give me what you have in stock."
He pushed back his chair, unbuttoned his pants and pulled out a still flaccid penis. "Sorry, the tap hasn't been used in a while, so your drink needs to be sucked," he laughed.
I dropped to my knees and started licking his cockhead with my tongue. Immediately a few moans escaped his mouth and soon his cock started to grow in small jerks. While the other men watched with interest from all sides and took photos and videos with their phones, I sucked the cock at full strength. Usually, I take all the time to slowly increase the tension, but with 20 men waiting it all had to be done a little faster. So I didn't wait, but started moving my head back and forth while sucking, so that the cock always disappeared deep inside, and then almost flopped out again. It worked well as the man was writhing and groaning in his seat. It didn't take much for him to fall backwards, chair and all. Suddenly he seemed to freeze, stayed still for a few seconds, let out a loud cry, and then, jerking and shaking, shot several large jets deep into my throat. His wild movements caused his cock to shoot out of my mouth, so that the last two shots landed in my beard.
It was much the same with the four others at the table. But the image of me giving a blowjob had already turned them on so much that their cocks were already completely stiff. One by one I brought them their drinks and all four of them wanted me to drink their offered drink straight from the tap. And all of them ended up with their last shots on my face.
It also happened the same way at the second table. Even though I'm a big fan of cum, I still hoped there would be some variety. In any case, 10 half portions swallowed and 10 half portions dripping down my face was a harvest that I had not dared to dream of this morning.
I walked to the third table to ask what they wanted to drink. Strings of cum dripped from my face onto my stomach. One of the men ordered two beers. When I brought them over, he pointed out that one was for one of the other men.
"Thank you," they said. "Can we offer you something to drink too?"
"Yes, nice," I smiled. "I always like to swallow something."
"What do you like most?"
"I like everything, so just give me what you have in stock."
The men pushed the drinks aside and one of them stood behind the table. He pushed his pants down and a rather large cock swung out. The only way I could get it into my mouth was to bend over the table. Half lying down, I managed to close my lips around his cockhead and make circular movements with my tongue.
