An intensive course of gay sex education : Part 2

The downstairs of Pete’s house was as expected. A kitchen, living room, dining room and another set up as a bar. The living room was quite large and there were enough seats for at least a dozen people in comfort. Against one wall was a TV which must have been about 40” and there was a DVD player as well. Towels had been placed over all the seats. I guessed that Pete was not taking any chances with regard to what his party guests might spill.

The dining room table was filled with bowls containing nibbles such as nuts and crisps while the sideboard had a couple of bowls with sachets of lube in. He obviously thought of everything. The bar was well stocked with booze, but I was not a drinker so it was of no interest to me.

Upstairs there were a couple of bathrooms each with a toilet and shower and the first bedroom I tried was locked. I guessed that this was Pete’s and that this would remain out of bounds. The next bedroom had a heavy curtain across the entrance and a further curtain beyond that. The effect of this was to make the room completely dark as no light could penetrate it. I held back the two curtains at once and could see that the floor was covered in mattresses.

The next room I went to also had mattresses on the floor but this time there was a pale blue light which shed a weak glow around the room just enabling you to make out shapes. The third room I visited had normal but subdued lighting and again the floor was a mass of mattresses.

One room I had so far not gone into was the downstairs cloakroom. This was actually a large room with its own toilet and plenty of hooks for hanging clothes a rack to take shoes and chairs to sit on. There were also shelves containing a number of towels.

I went back to the kitchen where Pete had prepared a simple meal for the two of us. It was quite filling and I ate all my share. Pete asked me what I thought of the house and I said it looked like it was ready for an orgy.

“That’s not a bad description of it”, he said lightly, “as orgy it certainly will be. If everything goes as intended then most if not all of the guests will end up having sex that is why it is expected that the guests will just wear a towel draped around them and maybe then not for long. They will not need shoes because everywhere is either tiled or carpeted. Dressed like that they can be ready for any sort of action they care to have.

“There are the three rooms with the varying degrees of illumination from none to normal so that the inhibited and the exhibitionist can enjoy a grope in the dark or an audience, whatever turns them on. Did you find the jacuzzi by the way?”.

“No”, I said, “Where’s that?”.

He told me it was on the ground floor and had been built in an old barn he had made into a gymnasium as well. It also had its own shower. He then suggested that I take a couple of hours rest as it was going to be a long night and he did not want me to miss any of it.

I went into the lounge and lay down on one of the settees and dozed, daydreaming of the sex I had just enjoyed with Pete and hoping more was to come with men I had not as yet met.

At about nine o’clock Pete woke me and gave me a towel. He was wearing one himself and said I would probably feel more comfortable by putting one on now before the others arrived. I went into the cloakroom hung up my ordinary clothes, removed my shoes and wrapped the towel around me. This was all I was wearing and it made me feel both vulnerable and sexy.

Pete had told me to help myself to a drink so I got a coke and went into the lounge again. In a little while I heard voices in the hall and some minutes later a couple of fellers joined me in the lounge.

“Hi”, one of them said, “You must be Phil, Pete told us you were here and that you are a friend of ours. My name is Bob and this is Jim”.

Bob was about six foot tall, slim, in his early thirties with short black hair. Jim meanwhile was probably the same age but was shorter and heavier built. They were both wearing towels like me and I could see what Pete had meant by my wearing one to not feel out of place.. Bob had a fair amount of chest hair which I found quite attractive since it looked like matted silk whereas Jim had no hair on his chest at all.

I smiled at them and said hello. “What does Pete mean by my being ‘a friend of ours’?”, I asked.

“Ah, that is just our way of telling each other if someone we haven’t met before is unattached and available or attached and unavailable. If Pete had said you were a friend of his then we would take it that you and he were an item and not try to seduce you”.

“Well that makes a lot of sense. I’m certainly not attached to anyone. I wouldn’t want to miss out on any action because of a misunderstanding”, I replied.

“Good”, Jim said although his voice contained no warmth, “Let me put on the television and let’s see what videos Pete’s got for us tonight”.

He went over to the set and switched it and the video on. In a few seconds the screen was displaying raunchy scenes of three young guys indulging in the kind of sex that I had enjoyed earlier and which I hoped to repeat soon.

“Tell me”, Bob asked me, “What do you like?”.

I was a little taken aback by the directness of the question but responded, “I’ve not had much experience so far but what I have had I’ve really enjoyed”.

“I guess that since you are here at Pete’s invitation you have been fucked by him. He’s quite a guy in that area. Do you just take it or do you give as well?”. Bob continued his interrogation.

Again the question was so direct I was tongue-tied for a moment.

“I’ve never given it”, I responded. “The right situation has not arisen so far”.

“Well maybe it will tonight. I can hear the others arriving now”, Bob said. Moments later the door opened and half a dozen other fellers dressed only in towels came in. my eyes were immediately drawn to one person whom I recognised by sight. He used to be at my school but in a higher class.

I had always thought him good looking but until now had not thought further about it. He saw me looking at him and came over.

“Hi, it’s Phil isn’t it? I’m Mike, remember me from school?”, he asked.

“Yes”, I said, “It’s good to see you again”.

He sat next to me and continued, “I used to fancy you back then, do you remember I used to smile at you?”.

I remembered then that he did but perhaps because I had been ignorant then it hadn’t registered with me what he had meant by it. I was in no mood to be shy now.

“Well we have the time and opportunity tonight”, I said, “Do you still fancy me because I fancy you?”.

“Pete said you weren’t shy and he was quite right. I can see you fancy me as your cock is trying to come out from under your towel. It looks like it is a big one too. Let’s go to the jacuzzi and have some fun in there first”.

He led the way and we shed our towels and stepped in. I noticed his body now. He was strongly built with well defined muscles although not over-developed. He had no chest hair but there was a thick mass of hair on his lower belly and around his cock and balls. His cock was only semi-hard but obviously quite thick and circumcised like mine. It was not possible to tell at this stage how long it would grow to when aroused, but it was certainly not small. We were the only ones in the jacuzzi at that time and he asked me how I had met Pete. I gave him a potted history of the last few days and he listened intently.

“That was some initiation ceremony”, he said admiringly, “just listening to you has made me go absolutely rock solid. Here, have of feel of this”, and he moved my hand onto his cock which was indeed like a rock and about as long as mine.

“Let me feel yours”, he said and his hand went to my groin and grabbed my cock firmly. “oh yea, that feels lovely. I'd love to have that sliding up my arse giving me a good shafting.”.

I told him I had never given it before.

“Now's your chance then”, he said almost pleadingly and I didn't know whether to be flattered or not that I was the object of what seemed like desperation. He wasn't subtle in his approach like Pete. He was more immature and it was like a form of boyish messing about rather than gentle seduction. I really fancied him though and wanted to fuck his tight slim arse.

“Let's get some lube and go to the lit room. I want to see what you are doing. There probably won't be anyone else in there yet”, he suggested.

This sounded like a good idea. I wanted to be able to see him as I stuck my cock up him but I didn't want to be distracted by an audience. When we reached the lit room it was empty and so we shed our towels and lay down on the mattresses on the floor. Mike held me tight and we started kissing passionately. His tongue probed my mouth and I did the same to him. Then I started to move down his body and found his cock which I took completely into my mouth. I sucked it really hard, his helmet felt smooth and horny and I rolled my tongue around it feeling every contour.

Meanwhile he had my cock and was giving it an expert sucking. So good in fact that I had to tell him to stop in case I came too soon. He eased off and with me on my back straddled my face pulling open his arse-cheeks.

“Stick you tongue in there”, he said and open me up for your cock.

I had never rimmed anyone before. Pete and others had done it to me and I had wondered what it would be like to be on the giving end. I soon found out. Mike's arsehole was not very hairy and I could see his little crater quite easily with its creases of skin. I tentatively applied my tongue in the middle of his tight little hole and felt him immediately flinch at my touch. His arsehole was really sensitive like mine. Encouraged by this I pushed my tongue further into his hole which started to open up and within a few seconds I was well inside him and could feel the velvety texture of his arsehole against my tongue.

I got as much of my tongue in him as I could and wiggled it around he was obviously enjoying it and he pulled his cheeks apart as far as they would go.

“That's great”, he said, “but I could really do with you sticking your cock in there now. Stay where you are and I will come down on you. Just put some lube on my arsehole will you”, and he handed me a sachet. Meanwhile he applied a sachet to my cock.

He turned around straddled my hips and while holding my shaft lowered himself onto my cock. He was fully in control and I could feel him positioning the top of my cock against his hole and then it started to open up around the tip as it gradually slid over me. His arsehole felt like a tight ring being rolled down my cock, exactly fitting its shape.

His face showed pleasure the whole time he was taking me in and this was only equalled by mine. He again pulled his cheeks apart to get every bit of me inside and once done he stopped in that position and savoured this invasion into his body. He then began to slowly rise and fall on me. Each time my cock moved slightly in his arse. He increased his movement so that more of my cock came out only to be pushed back in again.

He was well practised in this and knew precisely how far to go. We were just getting into a steady rhythm when two other guys came into the room. One of them was Bob and he said to me.

“Hey Phil, you don't waste much time do you. Looks like you are well stuck in. Would you mind if we joined you?”.

I looked at Mike who seemed quite keen for the extra company and so I said yes and Mike nodded too.

“This is Dick by the way and he is appropriately named as he is hung like a donkey. Even bigger than Pete”. With that Dick removed his towel and I saw this massive tool which was indeed bigger than Pete's.