Enticed Pt. 13.2 - Holiday Gaeity

This is the second part of the thirteenth chapter of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

Two weeks later, even though it was the fifth of January, I hosted a New Year’s themed show complete with free champagne, party hats and a countdown.

I came out in a black tailed jacket with a bow tie around my neck and black-and-white trunks. I waded through the crowd slowly. I made a show of flirting with many of the men seated along the aisle that cut through the center of the Lodge’s living and dining rooms. Many of them were regulars and private clients whose names I knew.

I gave each a tousle of hair and caress of the cheek. Or, I reached into their shirts to rub their chests or even grabbed their crotches. The more often they’d come to a show or paid for a private audience, the more attention they received. I almost pushed my hand into the pants of a couple of them. I had some very faithful -- and generous -- patrons.

It happened to be a regularly scheduled anal night. So, to be festive, I put a white bow tie around the base of my thick, black dildo, Big Ben. There was a fair amount of laughter when I revealed it.

“You can put a tie on my cock any day,” someone said.

“Schedule a private audience and I’ll see what I can do,” I responded as I lubed Ben up.

I took it slow that night, giving them a more sensual performance as I glided up and and down on my black latex lover.

When Blaise came up to slide my double-ended dildo into my mouth I had him hold it steady and I deep-throated it as I rose up from impaling myself on Big Ben. As one came out, the other went in over and over.

When I began stroking my stiff cock Blaise began a countdown in tune with the New Years theme. We had practiced a few times during the week and had the timing down just right.

As he reached ten, my cock was throbbing, my asshole was constricting and my abs were visibly tight. Just as he reached zero, I shot a massive load of white jizz into the air. It nearly landed on the front row. My fist pounded my cock furiously until there was nothing left but a slow ooze from my swollen head. I dropped heavily onto my thick dildo, exhausted and spent even though it was somewhat painful to allow the huge rubber cock to push that far into my ass.

The audience noticed my response to the intensity and gave a communal gasp as I settled down onto thick anal intruder.

Blaise pulled the double-ended dildo quickly from my throat as I eased off of Big Ben. I ended up on my knees and just dropped to a sitting position on the floor as Blaise removed my used props. My limp dick lay on my thigh oozing the last of my sperm.

“Well, happy new year to me,” I said, sweaty and breathless.

Ten minutes later I returned in my tuxedo coat, bow tie and black trunks. I let my boys caress and feel me anywhere they liked as I flirted my way through the crowd. More than a few mentioned their shock at my ability to time my orgasm perfectly with Blaise’s countdown. I told them it took a lot of practice - fun practice. By the time I joined Blaise, my cock was nearly hard again from all the groping and stroking through my underwear.

Blaise appeared to have had quite a bit of champagne by the time I dropped down beside him on the couch. His hand immediately went into my trunks to latch on to my cock. I gave him a look. But, he didn’t notice or ignored me, beginning to squeeze and caress my meat in full view of our guests. I saw that anyone nearby noticed immediately.

In a few minutes -- in spite of the other activity around me -- my body began to respond. My breathing was becoming elevated. I could feel my heart rate increasing. And, my cock definitely was growing steadily.

“You just want to take it out and suck it right here?” I leaned over and asked Blaise breathily into his ear.

“Can I?” he asked, wide-eyed.

“Why not?” I shrugged.

His eyes got wider and I pushed the waistband of my trunks down below my now stiff cock and swelling balls. Everyone in view gasped and locked their eyes on to my groin.

Blaise dropped his head into my lap, engulfing my dick. He began a slow, sloppy head bob that felt wonderful even after having cum a couple times that night.

 I completely forgot about our audience. My head was back on the couch; my eyes were closed. All I knew at that moment was my lover’s mouth and tongue. As I began to pulsate, contract and breath heavily, I happened to open my eyes and found we were surrounded by horny gay men practically drooling over their second live sex show of the evening. I glanced around and noticed some had their own cocks out, stroking along with our passion.

I remembered my professionalism and began moaning loudly, grinding my hips up and down against Blaise’s bouncing head. A minute later, my cum was rising and my moans weren’t just for show anymore.

I grabbed the back of Blaise’s head and ground him down into my crotch, shoving my meat as deep into his throat as it could go. I exploded and shot loads of hot semen down his waiting throat. He jumped visibly as the first wave hit him.

A few minutes later, I slowly, languorously opened my eyes to see Blaise pulling out my dying cock, making me jump from the extreme sensitivity. I also found that many of my boys had jacked themselves to release and were cleaning themselves off with the numerous tissue boxes I kept around the room.

A dozen men came up to me a bit later and gave me extra tips for the fun and excitement of what had become little more than an orgy right there in my little lodge by the pond.