I'm not totally sure there is a real good 'erotic' story here. In short, it was just me, naked on a Friday night, in a room full of clothed strangers. They got me to do a few sexual things for them and then jack off. That was really it. The night was really about what was going on inside me and not what was going on outside.
So here it is:
The gym was crowded at 5pm on a Friday afternoon with dudes getting ready to dance, hook-up, troll, and then eventually get naked and fuck. I wondered as I pumped up my own muscles if anyone there was about to do what I was about to do. I mean I did see all those ads Friday morning about guys wanting to do exhibitionist things like me.
Six-thirty rolled around and it was time to head over to this guys place. I had to be there before seven in a neighborhood between the Castro, where I live and Noe Valley. It was walkable but it would take about 15 minutes.
Even though I said that I wanted no more than two people beyond the host, I did agree to let him invite several more through an exchange of e-mails where he begged me. All of the guys were over sixty with the exception of the host who was in his early fifties. I don't remember all of their names unfortunately but the host's name was Leonard, the first guest was Thomas, and one of the guys name was Al or Alvin or something.
I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach most of the afternoon and it got worse as the hour approached. I couldn't even eat. What the fuck was I doing. I am supposed to be a responsible 30-something adult and I am about to go and play 'naked games' with perfect strangers. I had to force Gatorade down just to stay hydrated and have something inside me.
I arrived at Leonard's place with fifteen minutes to spare and rang the bell. Wow! The place was stunning, a full three story home, completely renovated. Leonard answered. He looked just like his pictures; about 5'5 and thin, but with a full head of white hair. "Hi, um I'm Jared." "Ah, yes you are. Come on in. The guest will be here in a few minutes. Come in, come in." I followed him in, feeling a little worse than before, lightheaded like I was going to faint. The blood was rushing to my head, I was cold and my palms were sweating.
"What a fun evening this will be. I am so glad you came." He looked me up and down and didn't seem the least bit nervous. I fully expected him to be at least a little nervous. "Well, let's get you changed." He led me upstairs. "I bought a little something for you to wear for the first part of the evening." He pulled two small packages out of a Nordstrom bag; underwear, boys underwear with little action heroes on them. He ripped open the bags and held them out. "I would love for you to wear these to greet the guests. They are the largest size I could find. You don't have to if you don't want to, but it would be quite exhilarating if you would." I took the underwear: a small shirt and briefs, "Ok, let me try them on and see if they fit."
"I will leave you to it. You can put all of your belongings in this." He handed me a small black leather bag. "Just bring it down with you when you are done and I'll put it away for safekeeping." He left me in the room alone to change. I stripped off my clothes and put the briefs on first. It was almost impossible to put on, but I managed. My cock had already grown hard and was barely contained inside. My pubic hair was sticking all the way out as the top of the shorts rested at the lowest point on my abdomen where my cock begins. The shirt was next. It ripped a little as I put it on and cut off the circulation in my arms. As I pulled it down over my torso, I knew there wouldn't be enough material. The damn thing stopped short of my navel so the area between it and my crotch was fully exposed. I looked around at my back in the mirror and saw that most of my as crack was exposed as well.
As I made my way down the hall and walked down the stairs I heard two men talking. I followed the voices until I saw Leonard and the first arrival. "Ah Jared, look at you." I turned beat red as two sets of eyes stared at me. "Let me take that for you." I handed him the bag with all my belongings and he took off down the hall with it. "Hi, I'm Jared." I waved at him shyly, nervously. He was much older than my host. He just stared for a minute, a long minute, before he said anything. "Oh, I'm Thomas," he said as he shifted his drink from one hand to the other in order to shake my hand. We stood there awkwardly, in silence until Leonard came back in the room in a flurry. "So I am assuming the two of you got acquainted. Thomas, how do you like little Jared's bedtime clothes?" 'Little Jared?' I thought. Now he had put me in a child-like role. "Nice, very nice and what a big package the little man is sporting," Thomas responded. They both looked down at my crotch and my eyes followed. I was still hard as a rock, my cock resting sideways in the little underwear.
"Would you like to take a peak," Leonard said as he approached me and pulled down the front of my underwear." My cock flopped out and pointed straight up. "Very nice Jared. I can't wait to see what you will do with that thing later." He let go and the waistband snapped back against the shaft of my cock. "You can go ahead and put that away Jared." I reached down and struggled to push my cock back in the little briefs.
The doorbell rang. "Jared would you mind answering the door please?" He pointed in the direction of the front door and I walked down the hallway and opened it. "Oh my," a large queen of a man screamed in a high shrill voice. "My my, my, my, my." He was clutching his shirt collar and pushing at his friend as he they walked through the door. I felt the heat of blood rushing to my head. My heart was beating in my throat. They just stared at me as they entered. Not even a hello, just stares. Before I shut the door I heard someone down the street shouting, "Hold the door please." His accent was English. I've seen him before somewhere, but didn't know him personally. "You must be Jared," he said as he entered. "I'm Al(vin). I love your outfit." He entered, I closed the door and the cocktail party began.
Leonard offered everyone a drink. They were all huddled around each other, exchanging greetings and taking beverages from Leonard. Al(vin) called me over and as I approached, rubbed his hands up and down the front of my torso. The large guy, whose name I can't fucking remember, had his hands over his mouth as he stared at me. "Leonard," Al(vin) said, "Get this young man a drink. He needs something to calm him down a bit. His heart is just going pitter patter." I immediately turned him down. I needed all my faculties intact to get the full experience and alcohol would lessen the true experience. I knew I was nervous and didn't need him to remind me or calm me down. Fuck I was supposed to be nervous!
Everyone sipped on their drinks while I was passed around the room with hands all over me, lifting up my shirt and pulling at my underwear. The head of my hard cock made its way out of my underwear several times and I had to keep putting it back in place.
Leonard eventually corraled everyone into the living room where a tall, out-of-place stool was set in the center of the dimly lit room. "Jared. Why don't you come in and talk with us. Tell us about yourself." He motioned for me to sit on the stool and I followed his lead. As I sat, the tiny underwear slipped over my ass and my cock freed from the binds of the underwear and pushed them forward where it could stick straight up. "Take off your shirt," the large guy said and giggled with his hands still over his mouth. I crossed my arms, lifted my shirt over my head and threw it at him playfully. He shrieked and then giggled again as the shirt hit him in the face. That helped me to get back a little of my confidence and take back the room just a little. I stood up, pulled my underwear back up over my ass and then teased them my pulling the front down to the base of my cock. I could still feel my heart pounding but I was trying to ignore it. The blood rushed to my head again and I know I must have turned beat red. The large guys friend shouted, "Oh, I want those." I turned around so that my ass was facing them, slipped them off and sat back on the stool with them covering my crotch. I didn't think I would be so much the center of attention. It was as if I was the entertainment and not just another guest that just happened to be totally nude while everyone else was clothed. At least that is the way I envisioned it going.
"What do you want to talk about?" I said to Leonard. "Uncover yourself and spread your legs wide." I followed his suggestion. My cock was sticking straight up and everyone was looking at it. "Tell us about the most unusual place you have had sex."
So the story telling began and more probing questions followed. I played with myself as I told them some of the ones I have written here and some that I haven't. Pre-cum kept leaking from my cock and each time I wrapped it around my fingers and licked it. At one point one of them said I should write an erotic book. I just smiled.
After several stories I became much more comfortable, got up from the stool, walked over and sat in the laps of the large guy and his friend. I liked them because they were sarcastic and had a dark sense of humor. They rubbed their hands over my chest and abs. Al(vin) asked what my favorite body part was. I answered, "My cock," then lay back, and started to stroke it. I grabbed one of the guy's hands and guided him to my balls. He played with them as I stroked. Everyone else was looking at me. I thought this was going to be it. I knew once I came it would be over and I would be ready to go, but a buzzer went off in the kitchen and Leonard jumped up saying. "Oh, our meal is ready." I stopped what I was doing. I didn't know there was going to be dinner, although I had smelled the aroma of cooked food all evening and was starving.
We moved into the dining room awkwardly. The table was set and the buffet filled with food. Before I was able to see that the table didn't have any centerpiece, Leonard told me to get up in the center of it and stretch out. I followed his suggestion and sat with my legs stretched out while leaning back on my elbows. Everyone gathered at the buffet and then sat at the table.
We all moved into the dining room where the feast began. Leonard didn't allow me to sit for long, he kept asking me to change positions so that I was forced to expose my anus or my cock more. At one point he had me sitting with my legs wrapped around Thomas's plate, my feet dangling in his lap. Thomas teased me with food and said each time that I played with myself for him, he would give me something to eat. This became a game with everyone else and I went from one to the other doing what they asked in exchange for food.
Soon the meal was over and we all went back into the living room. Leonard whispered to me on the way back that the night was just about over and all these old guys would need to go to bed soon. I thought the statement was a little odd but I took his cue.
I knelt on the living room floor in front of them, closed my eyes and began to jack off. I tried to think about what I did to myself at home alone. I wanted them to see the way I did it when no one was around. Not even Nathan has seen me jack off the way I do it alone: the way I like to cup and squeeze my balls as I play with myself, the way I like to stick just a little of my finger up my ass, the way I like to taste my salty pre-cum over and over as I stroke, the way I contort my face, the way drool sometimes slips from my mouth. As I got closer and closer, I became more verbal, "Fuck yeah dude, fuck yeah. Fuck dude, fuck, fuck." I opened my eyes and squeezed hard on the base of my cock as I shot my load across the room. I was so into it I don't even remember what their reaction was. A second load into the air, although not as far, and I was done. My emotions went from hot naked exhibition to embarrassment. I found myself standing exposed in front of a room full of strangers, cum all over my hands and cock. They were still as horny as fuck, but not me. I was done and ready to get the hell out of there. Leonard got me a towel and asked if I wanted to shower, but I politely turned him down. The guys rose to their feet, praised me and told me how hot I was and how hot it was that I had this fetish and that I shared it with them. Thomas gave me his number and asked if I would come over and do it for him privately. Clumsily, I left them to retrieve my clothes and to thank Leonard privately for having me over to do this. He stopped me say he should be the one thanking me. He held out his hand to shake mine and I reciprocated. I found a big wad of 100-dollar bills in my hand in the end, but quickly gave it back to him. "No Leonard. This isn't a prostitution thing. This really is just a fetish." With that he guided me back into the living room where I said my final goodbyes and walked home.
For about four and a half hours I was completely naked in front of perfect strangers and loved every minute of it.