Love Thy Neighbors,Part 7, Nector of the Gods

Love Thy Neighbor

This is an erotic story of man-to-man sexual relationship. If you are notof legal age in your state or country, or find this type of relationship offends you, then leave. Otherwise, enjoy.

Part 7, Nectar of the Gods.

I was still considering Ron’s proposition to come out to his apartment in Pittsburgh some weekend, to provide entertainment for some of his biker buddies. When I first saw Ron at the Flea Market he was with a few of his biker buddies. They were equally as hot as Ron. I wondered if these were some of his friends that I would be entertaining that weekend. If so, I would be in the midst of the gods. I just happened to catch Ron’s eye that day, because of the red bandanna, he dropped from his back pocket, causing him to follow me into the restroom. It could have been any of the other men as well. I had no complaints, because I was immediately turned on to Ron that day because of his animal magnetism.

I went about my business that week but was still wondering if the meeting with Ron and his friends would be a dangerous thing to do. I only knew Ron from that one day of sexual madness. For all I knew he could be a crazy sex maniac, well in a way that was already true. After all, I had sucked him off about eight or 10 times the first day I met him. I even labeled him as the ‘Cum Machine’. It was kind of a hot time we had that day. Perhaps we were a good team, he liked to get sucked off many times, and I loved sucking him off as many times as I could. So, who is the sex maniac anyway? Why am I even thinking about it? He said he would call me this week and here it was already Friday and still no call from Ron. I must just put it out of my head and look forward to another visit from Zake, my favorite Construction stud.

As soon as I came back from my shopping, I checked my telephone answering machine to find a message from Ron. He said; “Hello, Dick? You know we are planning on your cock sucking mouth and hot body to be here Saturday to entertain the gang. I have only invited a few buddies to watch the game, but I want you to be here early so I can ‘show you the ropes’ and tell you what I have planned for you. Just wear something casual and plan to be here all night. I think the guys will be pleased with your service and you will be pleased with my buddies. I gave you the address before so be here at 7 PM. You can park in the lot behind the building but be careful of the despicable characters around the building. I will have Mike watching for you and bring you into the building. If you have any questions, give me a call, otherwise we will see you at 7 PM.” Then he hung up the phone. 

I was nervous about my new adventure with such strange men. It wasn’t the first time I had been in sexual encounters with several men, but most of them were either bisexual or gay. I felt this might be fun and I just had to prepare myself for the meeting.

Saturday arrived, and I made arrangements to go to Ron’s place. Just for safety's sake, I contacted a close friend and told him I was going to be gone for the weekend. I gave him Ron’s address, phone number, and motorcycle license plate number. This was a precaution to protect myself, in case I ended up ‘missing in action’. I always had a good sense and feeling about people but sometimes, your sexual desires overcome your judgment. I had always been cautious and kept myself out of uncomfortable or questionable situations.

I made sure everything was secure and headed to my weeknight of pleasure to Ron’s place. It was only about a 20-minute drive from my place and the traffic was average so I arrived about 15 minutes early. He was right about the area and I was glad it was still daylight. I parked my car as close to the apartment as possible then took a deep breath before opening the car door. I saw a man heading towards me in a riding bike jacket, dark pants, and boots. He was about 6 foot 2 inches tall, had dark medium length hair, and was very handsome in a rugged sort of way. He looked up at me and asked if I were Dick. If so, he was here to escort me to Ron’s apartment. He introduced himself as Indian and held out his large hand to me. I thought to myself that he didn’t look like any Indian I ever saw but who knows. It then dawned on me that he probably drove an Indian Bike and had picked up that name from his buddies. 

We walked at an average pace towards the side entrance of the tan stucco building. As we approached the building, I could see about three men sitting on the stairwell smoking and talking. As we approached, one looked me up and down in a very suggestive way, and grabbed his cock thru his tight jeans and smiled at me and said. 
“Hey, man. You’re a hot looking number, dude. Why don’t you stay and keep us company. We could use a little action tonight. My old lady is over fucking my brother, and I am horny for a good piece of ass. How about it man? You look hot enough to eat.” Then he started to reach out to pat my ass. but Indian gave him a stare and shook his head. The man stepped back and thought differently.

At that point, I felt more secure. I had my own bodyguard.

We continued down a dingy poorly lit hallway to the end apartment. The smells of cooking, marijuana, and piss penetrated the area and occasionally the sounds of broken glass or an empty beer can could be felt under our feet. I wondered once again if this was really a good idea or not. Indian, my bodyguard tapped on the door 4 times and then waited for someone to open the door. I was once again looking for the nearest exit, but I had come this far so I would brave it a bit more. The door opened slowly at first and a face looked at us then quickly opened the door. It was my friend from the Flea Market, Ron. 

“Hey there little buddy, come on in. The game won’t start for a while and most of the other men haven’t arrived. What do you think of your body guard, Indian”? He said as he pulled me into the hallway.

“Can I get you a beer or soda of some sort? You may not believe it, but most of the guys don’t drink that much because they are serious bike riders and stay sober. Can’t afford to get a D.U.I. and lose their license or hogs. Come in, come in. I have a couple of pizzas being delivered later and I want you to make yourself at home. Indian will show you around and you might want to check out that big rod of his before the other guys get here. Hey, Indian, show him our little set up in the bedroom. 

Indian headed down the hall to the first bedroom where a large bed was centered in the middle of the room. It had four large bedposts on each corner of the bed. Around each post were leather straps, to be placed around someone’s ankles, and wrists. Above the bed, and at the head of the bed, were large mirrors. Leather covering was on the mattress, and on each side of the bed were tables with all sorts of sex toys, whips, belts, dildoes of all sizes and questionable things I didn’t even want to know about. I began to tremble at the thought that I might be the one that was strapped to the bed and used for hours by this crowd. No doubt, someone was in for a long ride. 

Indian continued the sober look on his face and then took my arm and directed me to the large bathroom to one side of the bedroom. The bathroom was just as bizarre as the bedroom, if not more so. There was the usual toilet seat, except it was leather. A double sized shower was built on one side of the room, where four waterspouts came from different directions, and a hose connected to a faucet, probably to be used for enemas and other things. A single men’s urinal stood next to the shower for normal use. But the most unusual thing was the bathtub. The walls were covered with photographs of famous people, but none that I would call desirable, but what caught my eye was a large picture of Hitler directly in the center. Then I noticed a small plastic stool that sat in the middle for someone to sit on. I looked puzzled at first but Indian pulled out his dick and started to piss in the tub and directly into the face of Hitler. It was a pissing trough. I almost had to laugh at the idea, but thought it was ingenious to piss on the person you hated. I still was questioning the stool when Indian pointed to the stool and asked if I wanted to sit in the tub while he pissed on me. I quickly shook my head as he continued to piss. 

I couldn’t help but notice the way he had to reach down the inside of his pants to pull out his large penis. Then he reeled out a very large uncircumcised 8-inch cock and began his pissing game in the tub. First, one picture then the other until he finished draining his hose. He shook it a few times, squeezed down the remaining drops and shook it once again. He just let it hang out as he turned to me and said.

“Rod said you were a pretty good cocksucker. Why don’t you prove yourself by taking my first load of the day? I probably won’t have much time for much action later since I will be posted at the door to keep out the uninvited assholes. We can do it right here.” He said as he stretched his dick to show his proud manhood.

How could I resist, after all that is what I was here for, to entertain and satisfy some hot men. Indian was definitely a hot man too. I was immediately on my knees helping him to unbind his cock from its hiding place within his pants. I made an effort to find his balls as well, but Indian unbuckled his belt, pulled down his pants, and there it was, in all its full glory, Dick and balls ready to be satisfied and loved, and what a cock it was. Once I placed my hands around his large organ and my tongue to his shaft, he stood ready to enjoy the servicing my talented cocksucking could render.