Dude's Day with Dad

The Secret Party (part 1)

After I got to my room, I facetimed with Jonathan and told him all about James and his invitation for us to work at his party.

"But neither of us know how to bartend, man," Jonathan said, expressing skepticism that we'd get paid two grand for a job neither of us could do.

"Bro, it's fine. He knows that we're not pros. I think he just wants hot guys like us working the party," I reassured him. "We've got to go, man. You should see this guy's tats, man. He's a fucking beast."

"Ok, fine. That is a shitload of money, man," he conceded.

"Sweet! Let's leave from my place."

"See you tomorrow, buddy."

I woke up Saturday and had breakfast with my parents. My dad was acting like nothing happened the night before, telling my mom that the whole work event was a snooze fest and she should be glad she didn't go. I nodded in agreement. Fortuitously, my mom said she was going out with some of her girlfriends tonight, and that my dad and I "shouldn't wait up."

"No worries, mom. Jonathan and I are gonna go hang out and then I'll probably crash at his place," I said, shooting a glance over at my dad.

"Guess I'll see if Chase has any plans then if I'm the lone one out tonight," my dad replied. Nice, that probably meant my dad was going to bring Mr. C to the party.

After breakfast, I ran back up to my room to finish all my weekend homework and play some video games. In the afternoon, I started getting bored and texted Jonathan to see if he wanted to go to the gym, so we both agreed to meet there in an hour.

I arrived and saw Scott at the front desk.

"Hey, bro. How's it going?" he greeted me with a fist bump.

"Good, man. You seen Jonathan? I'm supposed to meet him."

"Yeah, he just got here. Should be in the locker room. Yo, by the way, give a thanks to Mr. C for the heads up on that Jeff guy last week. I was able to seal the deal," he said, giving me a wink.

"Ah, nice, man. Hope to see him around more. Alright, see you later, bro!" as I headed toward the locker room.

I got into the locker room and quickly spotted Jonathan, standing at his locker in just a jock strap. I snuck up from behind him and snapped one of the straps against his ass.

"Ow, fuck, bro," Jonathan shot back as soon as he say it was me.

"I thought you were just standing there with that ass out waiting for me, man!"

"Yeah, funny."

I stripped down and got my leggings on with short shorts over them and a tight tank top. Jonathan pulled on some shorts that fit tight on his ass and a tight fitting under armor gym shirt.

"We gotta get pumped for tonight, man!" I said as I slapped his ass heading out to the gym floor.
We decided to do a full body workout to get all of our muscles pumped a bit for the party. While we worked out, we chatted about school, his girl, some of the hot guys that walked by us on the gym floor, and speculated about what the evening would be like.

"I wonder if it's gonna be like the pool party," Jonathan said.

"You just wanna get blindfolded and gang raped again, don't ya?!" I joked back.

"I wouldn't mind!" he said, laughing.

"I bet it's gonna be a bunch of older rich dudes, based on how much they're paying us. I just hope they're in decent shape. If they all look like James, I'd do it for free, bro," I said.

As we continued working out, I got a text from an unknown number that just read, "Dear boy, be at room 2045 no later than 10:00 pm sharp. Bring your friend. Your entry code is 'Rugby'. Your uniforms will be provided. DO NOT BE LATE."

I showed the text to Jonathan. He joked, "We're either going to get laid or murdered, man."

After we finished with weights, we got on side by side treadmills for some cardio, getting drenched in sweat. Back in the locker room, we shed our sweaty clothes and head to the steam room. There were a couple older guys checking us out, but we decided to save our loads for the party, so we just sat together in the steam room with our towels open, giving the other guys a nice view, causing them to periodically adjust themselves. We couldn't take the heat much longer, so got out, rinsed off and got dressed, nodding bye to Scott on our way out.

After the gym, Jonathan followed me back to my house. My mom had already left to meet her friends for dinner. Jonathan and I ran into my dad in the kitchen.

"Hey, boys," he greeted us.

"Well, damn, looks like it's just us dudes here. Should we get things warmed up?!" I proclaimed as I walked over to my dad and grabbed his chest through his tight white shit, not able to resist his firm nipples showing through the cloth. "Maybe we should just all stay in and have a dude's night!"

"Not so fast," he said, swiping my hand away. "Since you decided to fuck my boss and agree to go to this party, you can't just bail. Did you get the text?" I nodded. "Are you going too, Jonathan?"

"Yes, sir," Jonathan replied.

"Have you ever been to one of James's parties, dad?" I asked.

"No, I had no idea he was into guys, let alone boys like you."

"Well, Jonathan was just telling me how he feels left out that I got some dick from both you and James last night. Why don't you let him catch up a bit and suck a load out of you?" I said slyly, giving Jonathan a nod to go over to my dad.

"Please, sir," Jonathan asked, as he started to rub his hand over my dad's crotch, which I could tell he was freeballing in his mesh shorts.

"Fuck, you boys are something else," he said, his hands still on the counter, not resisting Jonathan's moves. Jonathan slid down to his knees, pulling my dad's shorts down slowly as he went, revealing a semi hard cock that was growing by the second. Jonathan didn't waste any time in taking my dad's cock head into his mouth, swirling his face around it, causing my dad to moan loudly. He then slowly slid the rest of his dick into his mouth, taking the whole thing to the base.

"Jesus, you can suck a dick, boy," my dad said, looking down at the top of Jonathan's head buried in his crotch.

I went over to the side of my dad and pulled off his shirt, tossing it on the floor, and went to work on his nipples, biting gently, as I watched my buddy suck my dad's cock in our kitchen. I pulled my own shirt off and then reached up to kiss my dad on the lips, our tongues meeting, as I could feel him moaning as his cock entered Jonathan's throat.

"Such a stud," I whispered into his ear, causing him to grin and wrap his arm around me tightly, my hand still exploring his bare chest.

Jonathan was bobbing up and down on his cock, going faster and faster with each moan and hip thrust of my dad. I got down on my knees and leaned in to get at my dad's balls, running my tongue all over them, realizing he hadn't taken a shower yet, as his manly scent was strong. Soon, I could feel his balls tighten up to his body, as he grabbed Jonathan by the back of the head and started to face fuck him, groaning louder and louder.

"Yeah, you want this daddy cum, you little cumslut?!"

"Mmmmhmmmmmm," was all Jonathan could mumble, not willing to let my dad's cock out of his mouth.

"Oooooooohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk yessssssssssss. Swallow that load, boy!" his screams echoing across the whole house. I pulled back to see my dad holding Jonathan's face firmly down on his dick, Jonathan's nose in my dad's pubes. After my dad stopped shooting, he finally released Jonathan's face, as he slowly pulled off of his dick, grinning ear to ear and flicking his tongue against the tip of my dad's dick to get the last drop of cum.

I leaned forward to kiss Jonathan and get a taste of my dad's load.

"Fuck, that is so hot to watch," my dad commented from above. Jonathan stood up and my dad grabbed him in a firm embrace as they kissed deeply. "That oughta warm you up for the party, you little stud," he joked, smacking Jonathan on the ass as he pulled back.

"Thanks, dad. If the guys aren't as hot as you and James tonight, you'll need to rescue us, deal?"

"You got it. And I'm bringing Chase too, so you'll have another friendly face, and cock, there," he replied. "You boys better grab a bite to eat and then get showered up for the party."

Dad grabbed some chicken from the fridge and warmed it up, not bothering to put any of his clothes back on. Jonathan, feeling over dressed, shed his shirt and shorts, leaving just his jock on. The three of us ate at the table in various stats of nakedness, and I was loving all of it. I wish my mom went out more often. After we finished, Jonathan and I went back up to my room to shower off.

"Damn, bro, your dad has the best fucking loads!"

"I know, right? But your dad's are pretty fucking tasty too, man," I replied.

"I'm so damn horny right now. But you think we shouldn't cum yet?" he asked, pulling down his jock to reveal his boner and walking to the shower.

"Nah, man, we better wait, keep our guns loaded," I replied, shedding my clothes and following him into the shower.

Washing each others' bodies off in the shower, we both had raging hard ons. "Let me just get a little taste," I joked, leaning down and taking his dick in my mouth.

"Fuck, dude, I won't be able to stop if you keep that up," he said, leaning his head back into the stream of hot water coming out of the shower head. "I almost shot hands free blowing your dad earlier." I could already taste his precum.

"Go ahead man, give it to me," I encouraged him, reaching up to tweak his nipples as I went balls deep on his cock.

"Fuuuuuck!" he shouted out as he started shooting streams of warm jizz into my mouth, as I swallowed every drop.

"Mmmmmm, so good, bro," as I pulled off, licking my lips.

"You wanna shoot, man?"

"Nah, I can wait. Just wanted to eat a load, so I got what I needed, bro," I replied, satisfied with the taste of Jonathan's cum still in my mouth.

We dried off and got dressed, deciding to put on some tight jeans over white briefs, and button down shirts that showed off our chests, not knowing what to expect our "uniforms" to be. After checking each other out and giving the sign of approval, we headed downstairs.

"Well, here they are! Look at these little studs," Mr. C said from the kitchen where he and my dad were having some beers.

"Oh, hey, Mr. C. Didn't hear you come in. You gonna go to the party tonight too?" I asked.

"You bet! Not gonna pass up a chance to see our offspring in action. Do we get a cut of your pay since we created those hot asses of yours?" he joked.

"Funny, dad. So, how do we look?" Jonathan asked, as we turned around, lifting our shirts off our asses so they could get a full view.

"Nice, boys! Too bad we have to wait until the party to see those clothes on the ground, assuming it's the kind of party we hope it'll be," my dad responded.

"Well, we'll find out pretty quick. We gotta run though cuz the text said we couldn't be late. See you dads there!" I said as Jonathan and I headed for the door.

As we drove to the hotel, Jonathan turned to me and said, "So, should we have like a signal or something if shit gets crazy and we need a lifeline?"

"Ha, I hope it does, man!"

"No, I'm serious, just in case. How about if either of us scratches behind our right ear, the other's gotta come help get out of the situation. What do you think?" Jonathan said with a serious tone.

"Sure, man, but I don't think it's gonna get like that. I mean, shit, what you put up with, and liked, during the pool party was pretty crazy," I joked back.

"I know, but just in case," he trailed off as we pulled up to the hotel.

We entered the hotel and, now familiar with the place, walked straight to the elevators to head up to the floor. We were five minutes early, so all good on time. As we knocked on the door of the room that was right next to the suite I was in with James the night before, an older flamboyant man answered the door.

"Can I help you?" he said impatiently.

"Uh, Rugby," I blurted out, wondering if we had gone to the wrong room.

He looked down at his list, and apparently finding us on it, opened the door for us to go in. As we walked into the room, I looked around to the sight of about 10 guys in various states of undress, ranging from about 17 to early 20s. While all of them were in shape, they ranged in body type from skinny hairless twinks to muscled hairy chested college jocks, and everything in between. Jonathan and I just froze taking it all in, before the chaperone interrupted us.

"So, boys, you are my young jocks. Glad you made it b/c we had a last minute cancellation. Here, take these tubs for your clothes, keys, phones, put everything in there. Please go shower if you didn't right before coming over. And here is your uniform," as he handed us a small bag.

It took us a while to process, but as we looked back around the room, we realized the other guys were stripping down completely and putting their stuff in their bins. A couple guys were in the shower together, and a few others were doing some pushups nude on the floor. We found an empty spot over by the couch and started unbuttoning our shirts.

"Bros! Can't believe you're here!" Turning toward the booming voice, we quickly realized it was Bryson, walking toward us with open arms and his dick flopping around like he was in the gym locker room. He came up and gave each of us a big bear hug and slap on the ass through our jeans. "How'd you get this gig?!"

"Hey, Bryson, didn't expect to run into you," I said, still oggling his muscular naked body. "Uh, I met Mr. Cartwright last night at my dad's work event, so he invited us."

"Ah, nice, little buddy!"

"So, have you been to one of these before? How is it? Neither of us know how to make drinks or bartend," Jonathan asked, still a little apprehensive.

"This is my second one. If it's anything like the last one, shit gets wild, bros! Don't worry, you don't need to know how to make a fucking martini. I know you already know how to fuck," winking at me, "and James "hand selects" each of the boys that work these things, so you're all good, guys. Plus, the pay is fucking amazing, right?! And that doesn't even include the tips!"

Jonathan and I looked at each other, seeming even more confused about how this night was going to go, but excited at the same time. As we continued to strip down, Bryson brought over a few guys to introduce to us. It seemed like these were repeat guys from the last party, and all hot as fuck standing there naked chatting with us. I started chubbing up off this whole scene and covered my dick with my hands.

"Don't cover that up, little stud," one of the older muscle jocks said, "you gotta show that nice dick off, man!" he said, as he started swinging his from side to side, smacking against his hairy quads. "You're gonna have eyes, and hands, on you all night, so don't be shy, bro."

"Thanks, man," I replied, pulling my hand off my dick only to see about five guys staring at my cock. A few nodded to me and winked, giving me a little boost of confidence standing with these older jocks.

"Alright, boys, gather around!" the chaperone yelled at all the guys in the room. "First, I need you each to sign this piece of paper," as he passed around papers and pens. It was a bunch of small print text and at the top said "Consent, Release and Non-Disclosure Agreement." Everyone signed without even reading it and passed it back to the chaperone.

"Ok, good. You're not too dumb to follow instructions. Ok, some ground rules for tonight for the newbies, and a reminder to the veterans...First, the room next door is a vault. Nothing leaves that room, including the identity of anyone at the party, or any of you. That piece of paper you just signed means we own you and will destroy you if you leak any of this to anyone. Got it?! Ok, good. Next, no outside alcohol or drugs. You can partake in anything that is offered to you in the suite. Just don't go overboard. If you need some boner pills, there are some over on the desk. Next, anything goes in there. If you're uncomfortable and don't want to play, you can leave at any time, but you won't get paid, got it? And absolutely no phones or video!" I looked around and all the other guys were intently watching, nodding, all still naked.

"Any questions? Ok, the guests are arriving now and we will have you all go in about 5 mins from now so please put on your uniforms given to you when you arrived."

Jonathan and I went back to where we had undressed and opened our bags to pull out our uniforms. My bag had a skimpy red speedo type brief that was two sizes too small. I struggled to get my cock and balls to fit in the pouch, which as probably the point, and it only covered half of my ass in the back.

Jonathan's was a similarly sized white speedo, but his bag also contained what looked like a pink dog collar. "What the fuck is this?" he said pulling it out and showing it to me.

"I guess you gotta wear it, bro," I said, shrugging and offering to help put it around his neck.

As we looked around the room, the other guys all had similar uniforms - undersized briefs or jock straps of varying colors, but only a few of the guys had also received collars. I quickly spotted Bryson sporting a red jock strap, as he looked down admiring his package in the pouch and the way the straps showed off his ass. He was clearly pleased with his allocated uniform, and he looked damn hot in it. I wondered if he and my dad would finally fuck, and if so, who would be the top.

A couple of the guys intentionally let their balls or dick hang out of their jocks or briefs, already looking to show off before we had even entered the party. I could have enough fun just staying in this room, but I was getting pretty excited as I could start hearing noise from the adjoining room.

"Stage call, boys! Please line up," the chaperone instructed us, as we stood in front of the door that would lead into the suite. "Remember to start with getting drinks for the guests."

After getting a message on his phone, the chaperone flung the door open and the line of guys proceeded to walk into the suite, Jonathan and me being towards the back, eager to see what awaits us in the other room. "Here we go man," I whispered into Jonathan's ear and squeezing his ass as we started walking forward.

As we walked into the room, it looked like a scene from a Stanley Kubrick movie, with a large group of men in dark suits and traditional Venetian masks covering the top half of their faces. The boys gathered in a group in front of the guests, as a tall man in a bright red mask, who I was positive was James, started speaking.

"Men, I want to welcome our members back, and greetings to our newcomers. I have once again hand selected the finest specimens standing before you for your enjoyment this evening. And for a first, I can tell you that two of our boys here this evening have their fathers with us as guests." 

This caused some audible positive groaning in the audience. "So, please, enjoy yourselves, and our boys, and remember, everything that happens here remains in this room, so feel free to act out your ultimate fantasies together." As he finished, he held up his drink, "Cheers!", which was followed by a loud response from the crowd.

As the masked James concluded, the other boys started dispersing into the crowd of guests. Jonathan and I watched the other guys, and it appeared they were starting to ask the masked men what they wanted to drink. We realized there was a bar in the corner, manned by two older muscle jocks that looked like Chippendale dancers, only wearing slim black ties and white speedo briefs. The other boys went up to them to fetch drinks for the guests. Guess that's why we didn't need to know how to bartend.

Jonathan and I looked at each other and then plunged into the crowd, not able to quickly identify our dads due to the masks. As I scanned the room, I noticed a tall guy in a black and white mask locked onto me. The lower part of his face showed some salt and pepper stubble but a firm angled jaw with tanned olive skin, and he filled out his tight fitting suit nicely. I smiled at him and walked over.

"Good evening, sir. I'm Brandon. Can I get you something to drink?" I asked, lightly placing my hand on his chest, starting to feel the firm muscle under his shirt.

"Hi, there, Brandon. I couldn't help but notice you the second you walked in the room. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you are the sexiest boy here," he said, confidently, but still showing restraint.

"Thank you, sir. I wasn't sure how these would fit," nodding down to my briefs. "Do you like them?"

"Oh yes, they look perfect on you. You fill them out amazingly."

"Aw, thanks. I noticed you too from across the room," as I ran my hand along his chest and abs under his suit coat. "So, about that drink, what can I get you, sir?"

"An old fashioned, with rye," he responded confidently.

"Coming right up, sir. Don't go anywhere," I said, winking at the sexy mystery man.

As I walked toward the bar, I surveyed the room to some surprising scenes. I must have missed it when we walked in, but there was a mobile stripper pole in the center of the room. One of the guys was now blindfolded and his hands tied behind his back around the pole, and his "uniform" was already down on the ground. A couple masked men were already at him, running their hands over his body and dick, which was standing hard at attention. He moaned and licked his lips as the men pinched his nipples and started fist pounding his muscles. As I walked by, one of the guests was bringing one of the boys over to get him on his knees to start blowing the guy tied to the pole as a group stood around watching. Fuck, I wish that was me.

I arrived at the bar and placed my order with the Nordic-looking bartender. As he made the drink, I scanned the room looking for Jonathan. I finally spotted him between two guests, their hands all over him as he kissed one and the other was sliding down to start rimming his ass, having pulled down his speedo briefs. Jonathan appeared to be enjoying the attention, which made me smile.

"Here you go, man," the bartender said with a heavy accent as he slid my drink over. "Any shots or party favors for you?"

"I'm good, man, but thanks," I replied, as he winked at me and liked his lips. Under any other scenario, I would have gone for it, but I had a stud waiting for me that I wanted to pursue.

As I walked back toward the mystery stud, I realized that most of the boys were now completely naked, some already on their knees blowing the guests, while others were still in flirting mode, feeling up the men.

"Here you go, sir. Sorry about the wait. I had to crawl over a few dicks to get to the bar," I joked as I handed him his drink.

"That's ok, Brandon. I liked the view watching you go and come back. You're very sexy, do you know that?"

"Well, that's what my dad says, but I think he's biased," I replied.

"Oh, so are you one of the boys whose dad is here tonight?" he asked, appearing very intrigued.

"Yes, sir. Does that bother you?" I asked.

"Not at all. Quite the opposite. I have an 18-year old son, and we just started messing around. Geez, I haven't told anyone about this. I'm kind of embarrassed," he said, starting to close off.

"Hey, hey, don't be embarrassed, sir. It's the most natural thing in the world, a bond between a father and his son. I just started playing with my dad, so I understand. But if your son is anything like me, he is in awe of your masculinity and body and just wants to be connected with you. You just need to open the door for him," I said compassionately, as I put my hand on his neck and the other started sliding down the front of his chest.

"And, I'm pretty sure your son thinks you're sexy as fuck, like I do," I added, as I leaned forward to kiss the mystery man on the lips. As we kissed, I felt his hands start touching the bare skin of my body, sliding down to my waist, where he proceeded to pull my briefs down, unleashing my now fully hard cock.

As we continued to kiss, I reached forward and started unbuttoning his shirt. As his shirt opened, it revealed a sexy ripped smooth chest and amazing abs.

"Fuck, daddy, I don't blame your son for wanting to fuck you," I joked as I stepped back and caught a visual of his amazing upper body. "Can I see more, sir?" I begged, as I started undoing his belt.

"I've never, uh, done anything like this, with anyone beside my son," he confessed as I slowly undressed him.

"That's ok, I'll help you, and you can do anything you want with me. Just tell me your wildest fantasy," I said, grinning, as I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to realize that he was freeballing. His semi-hard cock, pointing at a downward 45 degree angle, had to be at least 9 inches in that state. "Damn, daddy, can I taste that?"

"Sure, son," he responded, looking down at me, as I took the head of his dick in my mouth, savoring the taste of his precum, as my tongue caressed the underside of his cock. I slid more and more into my mouth, starting to feel his size stretching my jaw, but encouraged by his moaning and the throbbing of his cock that I could feel against my tongue. "Oh, fuck, yeah. My wife can't get it down that far down, or my son," he proclaimed, as I swallowed more and more of his dick.

Me being on my knees blowing this hung muscle stud started attracting some attention, as some of the other masked guests started surrounding us to watch, some already naked and stroking. My man was now naked, other than the mask, as he started thrusting into my mouth. Another naked stud, just as built, but hairy, walked up and put his arm around the guy and tweaked his nipples while I was blowing him. The hairy guy was also hung, so I reached out and grabbed his hard dick to start jacking while I continued to blow my mystery man.

After a few minutes, I decided to taste the hairy guy's cock, so pulled the first guy's cock out of my mouth, and started jacking it, as it was still lubed up from my saliva. I then turned to the hairy guy's dick and took it all the way in my mouth to the base.

"Damn, boy, you're a champ cocksucker, aren't ya?!" he proclaimed both to me and the other studs now surrounding me watching the show. I was getting off on the audience and hearing the men around me, most of them now jerking while they watched me blow this stud. I grabbed another random dick with my free hand. "Fuck yeah, look at this boy go! Can't get enough dick!" I heard from one of the guys standing above me.

Thinking of a recent porn I'd watched, I decided to do a round robin, moving from guy to guy, sucking each of them a little before moving on to the next. All in all, there were about seven dicks at my face level, so I moved from each one, savoring the taste and differences in girth and length. As I got to the fifth guy's cock, I looked up and realized it was Mr. C. While I had his familiar cock in my mouth, I looked up and made eye contact with him, him giving me a wink through his mask and a nice grin as my mouth slid down on his cock. I spent a little extra time on his dick before moving to the stud next to him.

As I got back around the circle to my first guy, I started sucking him again, and within about 30 seconds, I could feel his dick and body tense up and could start tasting his salty jizz start leaking out of his cock. Wanting to put on a good show as soon as he started blasting his load, I pulled off and sat back with my open mouth so that he could drench my face with his cum, while still giving me plenty to taste. This scene set off a chain reaction, as I felt a barrage of cum start hitting my face. I tried to turn and meet the busting cock with my open mouth so I could eat as much as possible, but it was coming at me from all sides, along with a chorus of groaning men as they all came in unison on my teenage face and body.

I made sure to lean forward and lick any remaining drops of cum from the tip of each of the guy's dicks, Mr. C in particular. As the men came down from their cum-induced highs, they slowly started to dissipate, eventually leaving just my first guy and Mr. C.

"Fuck, Brandon, I've never seen so much cum on one boy," Mr. C joked, leaning down to kiss me, inevitably getting a taste of the cum mixture dripping down my face.

"Is this your boy?" my muscle stud asked Mr. C.

"He's my buddy's boy. He's around here somewhere. But Brandon is like a second son to me," Mr. C replied, smiling down at me.

"Right on. That was so fucking hot, Brandon, seeing you take all those guys' loads. Shit!"

"Thank you, sir. I loved tasting your load," I replied, licking my lips and standing up to stretch out my legs. "I better go rinse off. Hope to see you again, sir," I said, leaning forward to kiss the muscle stud on the cheek.

"Have you seen Jonathan?" I asked Mr. C.

"I think he's in that back bedroom," he replied, nodding toward a hall at the other end of the suite.

I walked that direction, not bothering to look for my speedo briefs, hoping to find a bathroom to wipe off all the cum off my face and body. As I got past the sea of naked men in various stages of fucking and sucking, I saw a bathroom. I ducked in and went to the sink to start washing off the loads of cum still dripping down my face.

As I looked up into the mirror, I noticed the tall man with the red mask standing behind me.

"Brandon! So glad you made it. From what I was just watching, you seem to be enjoying yourself," he said, a sly grin on his face. I could see him scanning my backside through the mirror.
I turned around, toweling off my face, showing off my full naked front side. "Yes, Mr. Cartwright, thank you for inviting me. I hope the members are enjoying me so far." I leaned against the bathroom counter, showing off my semi-hard dick and flexing my chest and abs to show off.

"Please, call me James," he said, licking his lips and eying my cock. "And your buddy did not disappoint either. He seems to be very popular with the men, just like you."

"So, James, can I do anything for you?"

"Actually, yes, my boy. Why don't you come with me back to my master bedroom," he said as he put his arm around me and started guiding me to the door of the bathroom. I smiled, as I was looking forward to playing with this sexy ass stud again.

"Have you seen my friend?" I asked as we walked into the hall.

"Actually, have a look here," James responded as he stopped in front of an open bedroom door and he nodded toward the bed. As I looked in, I saw Jonathan on all fours on a bed, with a hairy muscle daddy banging him from behind, while he choked on a massive cock from the front, with about five guys standing around watching, jacking off and cheering him on. Jonathan seemed to be enjoying himself, and the men, which made me smile.

"Come with me, boy," James said steering me further down the hall with his arm around firmly around my naked waist. We walked further down the hall and arrived at a bed room door that was covered by a dark hanging sheet. James pulled it back and ushered me in, and I quickly heard loud moaning and smacking sounds. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, as it was darker in the room, with just a few dim lights on.

As my eyes finally adjusted, I saw a muscular man on his stomach on some kind of heightened padded bench that had legs that angled out. His ass was perfectly displayed off the edge of the bench. The guy's legs and hands were tied to each of the legs. There were about four of the boys working the party lined up behind him, and a group of the members off to the side watching the scene, naked and stroking. Just as I looked up, one of the boys was approaching the guy's ass from behind and shoved his dick straight in the guy's ass, causing him to moan loudly with both pain and pleasure. As the top looked to the side to survey the room of spectators, I quickly realized it was Bryson.

"Go, take a closer look," James whispered into my ear, nudging me forward.

As I got closer to Bryson and the guy whose ass he was destroying, I quickly realized I knew the guy too. It was my dad.

To be continued.....

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