Lasagne Party

Garry and Craig had arrived at my place around 6:00 the next Wednesday, just as I was checking on the progress of the lasagne in the oven. They were anticipating a fun evening of jerking to porn (or my brother’s live antics), when I mentioned Romano would be joining us. He was due at about 6:30, and luckily, we all had the next day off school for a teacher “professional development day”. It had been a mild day in late September, and we were all wearing short and golf shirts. The guys had each brought a fairly decent bottle of British Columbia red wine, and I poured each of us a glass. 

“Nathan,” said Garry, "your hair looks very nice, are you using a new product?” 

I replied, “Nope, same old stuff.” 

Craig had to nip to the loo, and Garry and I were alone leaning on the kitchen island with our wine. Garry gave me a big grin, and asked me if I had invited Romano to make him jealous. This I was not expecting!

 I said, “um, no, this is his Mamma’s lasagne recipe, and I want to know how well I do replicating it.” 

Garry went on to say that on the previous Saturday he had felt a jolt when our naked thighs first touched on the couch (as did I), and a short time later he felt as though lightning passed through him when I had my hand on his butt cheek as the three of us masturbated and I came on the pizza. He put his arms around my waist and we kissed deeply, until we heard the toilet flush. Craig came back into the kitchen an saw we were both flushed. 

“What did I miss,” said he. 

Garry and I just chuckled and said we had been discussing Saturday. 

Craig said, “yep, that was one for the history books!” Just then, the doorbell rang, and we saw Romano beaming at us through the window in the kitchen door. I let him in and he deposited a big bag on the kitchen island, then gave us all hand clasps and thumb snaps. He was dressed in tight black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the top 3 buttons undone that set off his olive completion and short but thick black hair, nicely parted perfectly. 

He joked, “I am Romano, I will be your server this evening,” then revealed that he had brought the ingredients for his special Caesar salad. This was the family version, way superior to the restaurant version. 

“The lasagne smells fantastic,” he exclaimed. I poured him some wine. While Romano prepared the salad on the island, his back was to us as we sat at the small breakfast table nearby. I could not help admiring his ass as it wiggled, and reflecting on how nice he looked naked in the showers at school. Romano at 16 was, typically for an Italian-Canadian, a great soccer player at about 5 foot 10 inches tall, 145 pounds, with a very tight, somewhat hairy torso, nice shoulders, and great legs. 

He said, “So you guys were all here on Saturday, how did you like the pizza?” 

Craig responded, “That was absolutely the best pizza I have ever had, and likely will ever have!”

 Romano responded, “It is great to hear that, often pizza adds to a great occasion, and I know how hard you had all been working on theatre sets that day.” (By the way, I am paraphrasing these conversations, this having been four years ago.) 

Garry then said, “No, Craig is right, best pizza ever. Nathan really nailed it with the order, and was he was right on target.” Romano looked a bit quizzical as we each raised our glasses and toasted the pizza. During dinner, we talked about sports and our theatre production while enjoying the salad and lasagne. True to form, Romano had served everything in a very professional manner as he would at the family restaurant. We felt very special to be so well treated. 

I asked how he enjoyed the lasagne, and he said, “Just like Mama’s, except there was another subtle flavour I could not quite identify.” Garry and Craig looked at me quizzically, and I responded with my enigmatic smile. When we were nearly finished, Romano said that he seldom had a chance for a nice, relaxing evening without needing to work, do homework, or see his girlfriend, Maria.

 Craig said, “Oh yes, I guess you have been seeing the lovely Maria for a long time. You are very lucky to be getting regular sex. I am sure she fucks like a minx!” (Craig had clearly drunk a lot of red wine.) 

Romano said, “You do not know the half of it, she is nutso for my body, and she is wild in the sack!” (Romano had clearly drunk a lot too.) 

I was playing some salsa music during dinner, and Romano got up and showed some very sexy dance moves, complete with a lot of pelvic thrusts. After we finished dinner, we all pitched in to clearing up, stacking the dishwasher, and washing remaining dishes. I send a text to my brother to check in, then we all went to the back yard and sat on lounge chairs by the picnic table, and Craig rolled a joint. We all shared the joint, and all of us except Romano knew where we wanted the evening to head. As if reading our minds, Romano said, “Hey Nathan, remember that story I told you about cousin Luigi at the restaurant? I caught him doing it again!” He went on to explain that, “Luigi likes to collect his cum in a plastic squirt bottle, and add it to meals of men and women he is serving and finds attractive. He thinks the pheromones will do their magic and, according to him, the strategy has been successful. He also uses his cum as hair gel.” Craig and Garry glanced and me, and I again gave them my best enigmatic expression. Then Craig, Garry, and I all said, “Yuck!” in unison. Craig said, “Man, pot makes me so horny,” as he adjusted his crotch in his shorts. Garry and I agreed. Romano said, “You are right, I have seldom done pot, but it is fantastic that way.” 

I responded, “Well man, you will sure be ready to give Maria a great time later.” Romano then suddenly got very serious and said something like, “I am so sorry you guys, I lied earlier. Maria is still a virgin, and her brothers would kill me if anything ever happened. In her family, ‘fallen’ girls have to wear pale blue dresses at their weddings. I am also a virgin and Maria and I have never so much as fondled each other intimately. No one has ever even seen or touched my erect cock! I am constantly blue-balled after seeing Maria.” “Whoa,” said Garry, “You are only 16, there is nothing wrong with still being a virgin at your age.” I reflected on the wonderful night when I was 13 when my brother Simon (16 then) lost his virginity in a three-way with Cheri and our cousin Peter; that same night, I lost my anal virginity to my beautiful cousin Tommy. 

I said to Romano, “I hope you at least like jerking off to porn.” 

He said, “Fuck yeah, who doesn’t!” 

Craig and Garry then went on to tell Romano what we had been up to on Saturday (omitting the part about Chris).

 Romano said, “No wonder I heard all that laughing coming from the family room when I delivered the pizza!” 

Garry then said, “Yes, best pizza ever, and Nathan’s aim was true!” Romano again looked puzzled (as he had already several times that evening), then the penny dropped. “Oh my fucking God, you don’t mean what I think you mean? That is so crazy!” 

The pot, in combination with the red wine, made us all start laughing hysterically. 

I said, “So no one has ever seen your erection? What is that big bulge in your pants then?”

 More laughter, and Romano undid his pants and unleashed his gorgeous, thick eight-incher. “See what Maria has been missing? I can hardly wait for our wedding night!” More howls of laughter, while I again texted my brother to check on timing. “Half an hour,” he texted back. “We saved you a big piece of lasagna, and some of Romano’s special Caesar salad,” I replied. Romano stroked his own throbbing cock a few times, and Craig asked if he could touch it. Romano gave permission a bit tentatively, and Craig reached over and put Romano’s cock in his fist and squeezed it. 

Romano closed his eyes, leant his head back, and said, “That feels so nice, but I never thought the first person to touch my erection would be a guy!” 

To which Craig replied, “Until Saturday night I thought the first time I would touch another guy’s dick would be during a double penetration of a pussy!” 

Craig really got sexily raunchy when drunk and high! I told the guys about my brother’s timing, and suggested that we all adjourn to the family room. Romano tucked his boner back into his pants, and Craig said, “Let me grab my notebook and pencil from my backpack.”

I asked, “Why is that?”, and Craig responded, “So I can take notes, of course!” I had already prepared the family room for our session. I had laid out large towels as drop cloths on the coffee table and leather couch and chairs. I had also placed several candles around the room, which I proceeded to light. On the coffee table, I had placed two bottles of “Wet” lube, a phial of “leather cleaner” poppers, four new “Fleshlights” in various bright colours (I had bought them the previous Sunday), and Simon’s vibrating pussy sex toy. 

The guys all said, “Wow” in unison as we quickly stripped. We still had about 20 minutes before my brother was ready, so I suggested I put on a DVD. The one I had pre-chosen was a Japanese “bukkake” vid of my favourite pornstar, the slim, toned and hung Riyou Sawai, wildly fucking a girl, his sweaty ass flexing, while a group of four other hot men stand in a circle jacking off. We all had raging hards-on as I described the items on the table. These silly guys had never seen the toys before, or used poppers. It was my chance to play teacher! As we watched the video, I lubed my dick and took one of the Fleshlights, inserted my cock, and started fucking it, moaning loudly. 

After about 30 seconds, I took it off and went over to Romano. “This will feel so good, you will not believe it!”, I said. I asked him to sit on the couch, and I knelt in front of him as I grabbed his cock, applied lube, and thrust it into the toy. Romano’s eyes totally bugged out with the sensation, as I let him take over, and showed him how to twist it and alternate the rhythm. 

Garry and Craig, meanwhile, had been watching, got lubed up, and inserted their own cocks into Fleshlights. There were a lot of “Oh Fucks” and groans for several minutes. Then I put the pink vibrating pussy on the couch beside Romano, and suggested that he try it to see what a fuck was like. He positioned himself kneeling in front of it and I squirted some lube into the orifice and switched it on. He inserted his cock and began thrusting like a madman, the sweat dripping from his forehead. 

Then I suggested to everyone that we try the poppers. I showed how, by holding the little brown bottle to one nostril and inhaling while blocking the other nostril, then passed it around. Holy fuck, the guys’ reaction was incredible! Garry and Craig leapt around the room gleefully while continuing to fuck their Fleshlights, while I jerked myself with my hand and watched Romano’s added frenzy. After the initial poppers hits dissipated, we were all panting and bathed in sweat, and I suggested we all take a time out so we would not cum before Simon’s show. 

I went and got us each a bottle of beer while they watched the finale of the Riyou Sawai film. I got back to the family room just as Riyou pulled out of the girl’s cunt and came in her face, nearly simultaneously with the other four guy’s massive shots on her heaving breasts. Each of the guys then kissed her, getting cum all over their faces as well. I said, “I love how this video ends!” Just in time, I switched the TV to Simon’s live video feed. The four of us sat cheek by cheek on the couch slowly jerking as the show began. Simon and a dark-haired girl were on a bed in a dimly lit room, and it was evident that Simon had set up two cameras: one facing the bed from behind, and the other on the ceiling. At 19, Simon’s body was ripped and taught from many years of martial arts training The action began with Simon eating the girl’s pussy while jerking off. Then she grabbed his cock and began to expertly felate him, her long hair obscuring her face. After a few minutes, she brushed the hair away, revealing a young Asian face. (Dear reader, you did not think it would be Maria, did you?). From there, Simon and the girl got into some incredible fucking action, the cameras switching views throughout. Simon must have preset the timing, and positioned himself to best advantage for each camera. The views from behind of him fucking her, then from above of her bouncing cowgirl on his cock were mesmerizing. 

Craig was taking notes and using stick-figure drawings (with circles for boobs a thick line for a cock) to illustrate the positions. “I have read the Kama-Sutra several times, and know some of these positions aren’t in it!” said Craig, admiring Simon’s athletics. Meanwhile, Garry, Romano, and I were jerking ourselves and each other, and alternating playing with Craig while he drew. After a while, we had another hit of poppers, and Romano grabbed the toy pussy, turned it on, put it on the floor in front of the couch. He began fucking it as if doing pushups, his beautiful arm and ass muscles flexing as the sweat flew. 

We all cheered porno-style, saying things like, “Yeah, fuck that cunt!” and “Give it too her!” Romano enjoyed the encouragement, and the pace of his pistonfucking increased. Before he climaxed, I moved the coffee table to make room, and laid face up on the floor beside him, while I continued jerking myself. I asked him and the other guys to cum on my body when they were ready. My request was just in time: just as Simon shot on the girl’s face in the live stream, Romano pulled out of the toy and straddled my body, quickly jerking. Garry and Craig also knelt, one on each side of me, all of us also jerking. As Romano groaned his pending orgasm, we all began to thrust our hips, and cummed in big, hot, gooey gobs nearly simultaneously all over my body and face. All three of the guys kissed me, then hugged each other in a comradely way. Romano looked blissful as tears welled up, and thanked us all for taking is virginity! Still naked (and me still coated in four sets of jizz), we went to the kitchen and demolished the lemon meringue pie I had bought for desert. Craig and Romano decided they would walk home together, as they lived near each other, and got dressed. After they left, Garry helped me tidy things up, and then said “Well, I guess I should get dressed and head out.” I pinned him against the kitchen island and said, “You’re not going anywhere!”, before taking his hand and leading him to my bedroom. Let’s just say Garry shot his cum into a more enjoyable place when we made love that night. I vaguely remember Simon coming into my room early the next morning and covering Garry’s and my naked bodies. He must have wondered at the amount of sperm still coating my chest! He kissed us each on the forehead before closing the bedroom door. Throughout the rest of high school, whenever our parents were away (which was often), our house was “Masturbation Station”, and much fun was had by all.