Moving To The Burbs

Part 1

Finding a New Place

I'd lived in the city my whole life after high school.   I even avoided going to the big state university since it wasn't in an urban environment.  It was a big college town, but still a town.  However, now that I was in my thirties and making good money I was getting hassled by my family to buy a place rather than rent.  It made financial sense, but I wasn't sure I could afford to live in the places I wanted to be in.  Sure enough, a half million dollars would get me a fixer in most of the neighborhoods I wanted and then I would have to dump at least another hundred grand in to make it livable.  Two hundred grand to make it nice.

If you hadn't guessed, I am gay.  Out and proud with a surprisingly accepting family and an ever growing group of friends or fuck buddies.  I'm in my mid thirties, just under six foot tall with a gym toned body that seems to get an even mix of comments telling me it's just right, my biceps are too big or I need to add more muscle everywhere.  I prefer guys that accept me for who I am.  I'm happy with me, you should be too if you want to hang around.

My hair changes a bit but I usually like it a little longer and my face is usually shaven or has scruff.  My upper body is naturally smooth, with a little hair on my stomach and a trimmed bush around my eight inches of cock.  My lower body does have a coating of fur, from my ass all the way down my muscular legs.  One guy wanted me to shave down there but as I said, accept me as is or find someone else.

The real estate agent I had was a referral from a friend and I knew he was 'family' at our first meeting.  He wasn't my type but he understood my requirements.  We were both horny one day and we swapped head during one of the showings, but while we flirted after that we never did anything more.  One day, he said "Let me show you this little neighborhood.  I know it's not close to where you were looking, but it's VERY friendly, the prices are good and the houses nice."  He was right.  It wasn't anywhere close to the gayborhood, but all of the houses looked good and the prices were affordable.

"One of them passed away and their partner can't deal with the memories, so they are moving out of state.  They want a quick sale without contingencies" Walter, my real estate agent, said.  I looked around and the house was almost perfect.  It was clearly well cared for and had more space than I knew what to do with.   Even the landscaping was beautiful.   The inspection report came back with two items that needed attention - a refrigerator that was over twenty years old and a gutter that leaked.  

I moved in and found that my one bedroom apartment's contents left a lot of empty space and rooms.  "Don't worry, those magically fill up, given time" my dad told me.  He also told me about all of the new things I'd need to buy, starting with a lawn mower, weed whacker and a ladder.  I got the mower and an outdoor dining table, but concentrated on the house warming party once I'd painted a couple rooms.  

I invited almost everyone I knew.  Some didn't want to venture that far out, but a lot of people stopped by.  As I was getting the back yard ready for the party I met one of my next door neighbors.

"Hey!  Good to see you outside.  I see you bought Rich and Jeff's house.  Good guys, but a shame that Rich passed.    You're keeping up the tradition if you're already having a party.  I hope you like the neighborhood, we're a friendly bunch" the guy said as he was loading up his SUV.

"Hi!  I'm Kevin.  Nice to meet you.  I'm having a house warming party.  Come on over later" I said, waving at him.

"Nice to meet you, Kevin.  I'm Bob and my wife is Nancy.  I'm sure you'll have more fun than we will.  We're heading over to the in-laws and won't be back til tomorrow.  The kids should be wound up all next week from the candy they'll give them, so watch out for the zoomies.  See you soon" Bob said as he closed the back of the SUV and went back inside.

My family showed up first, a half hour before the start time.  It was just enough time for my dad to assemble the new fire pit they brought and get it started.  Slowly people showed up and I was running around the whole time, making sure that the burgers didn't burn and that the chip bowls stayed full.  A few people brought house warming gifts and thankfully I was warned which ones I should open later.  It really didn't matter since I didn't have time to open any of them.  People were wandering all over the house and yard and I figured that most of my friends knew my new place better than I did.

"Now that you have a house, you need a boyfriend.  There's a lot of good looking guys here.  Can't you find one of them to date?" my mom asked. 

She shut up when I told her "I've dated several of them if you consider one or two one night stands as dating."

My sister was worse.  "Do you even know any single straight guys?  Every one I talk to tells me I'm not their type."

"Some, but I sent all of them to the street festival downtown just to torture you.  Uh... I think the only straight people here are your parents or the two married ones.  There are a couple bi guys, but I've already seen one on his knees in the basement sucking dick" I told her.  She rolled her eyes and walked away.

Just after nine PM my parents walked up to me and told me they were leaving.  They'd already run into a few guys making out and four guys getting blown in one of the empty bedrooms.  At least that's all they told me they saw.  "Before this party gets any crazier, we're going to go home and have our own fun" my dad said.  Thankfully, my sister got a ride from them and left at the same time, just giving me a wave as they headed down the driveway.  While I hoped my mom was going to make my dad happy that night, I expected a hallmark movie was a likelier option.

I saw a couple guys sitting next to the new fire pit and since they were from different friend groups, I didn't think they knew each other.   From the looks of it, they would know each other very well by the end of the night.  I tapped another cup of beer and went inside to see what had scared my parents off.

"Kevin!   Now that the family is gone, you can open my housewarming gift.  I've found the perfect spot for it!" Manny said.  I knew immediately that the party was going to move from housewarming BBQ to gay orgy within the next ten minutes.   It was a big box, over a foot in every direction.   It was wrapped perfectly in some black and silver striped paper with a large white bow.  Rather than rip open the paper, I gingerly unwrapped it and was left with a brown cardboard box.  It was taped with clear shipping tape and once inside I had two more boxes.  "Open the big one first" Manny told me.  I had at least a dozen pairs of eyes closely watching me.

I could see Manny fidgeting and he had something in his hands that he was keeping behind his back.  With the first inner box opened, I looked inside and saw some canvas folded up.  It was jammed inside and took several tugs to get it out.   As it unfolded I knew exactly what it was.  So did everyone else.   "Fuck yeah!" "Oh cool!" "Dibs for the next party!" "That's gonna get a lot of use" were the comments I heard and there were several more I didn't.   I folded the sling seat in half and laid it over my leg and opened the other box.

This one was mostly hardware and some steel cable.  "Yeah, I know chains are traditional, but this is easily adjustable" Manny said excitedly, showing his hands as they gripped a pair of wrenches.  He was all ready for the installation and the whole group followed me down to the basement.   Once we got there, Manny pointed to the ceiling and said "The previous owners must have had a sick playroom down here.   There's eyelets in the beams for three slings and that shower area is fuckin' perfect for piss play.  Just need a few more toys down here and you'll have a killer dungeon."

Fifteen minutes later, the sling was up.  A few people tried it briefly, making sure that the clamps were tight enough to hold the cable from slipping and the bottom from ending up on the tiled floor.  Once it passed testing, someone came up behind me and pulled my tee shirt over my head.  Some hands were unbuckling my belt and a few seconds after my shirt was off, so were my jeans.  I was barefoot and only wearing a black jockstrap.   Manny reappeared wearing a leather harness, jock and boots.  "Take a seat" he commanded.  The friendly, joking Manny was now Sir Manny.

It wasn't the first time I'd been in this position, but it was the first time in my new house.  Hands helped me lay back, get my feet into the straps and my hands got bound with some cuffs that were velcroed above my head.  Someone found the dimmers and switches and soon the perfectly placed ceiling lights lit up the sling and the area at the foot of the sling for the top, with the rest of the basement dim.  Sir Manny and I were on display for everyone that wanted to watch.  I looked around and it seemed to be everyone that came to the party except for my family that had thankfully left, and the guys that were in the back yard.  

Manny and I had spent a lot of time using the sling at the bathhouse downtown.  He is all top, like his partner is, and I'm 90% bottom.   I've topped some of their ever changing subs as well as the occasional twink when the mood strikes, but I'd rather be the one getting fucked.  Manny was one of my favorite tops.   He was about my height but about twenty pounds heavier. His head was cropped close unlike his thick black beard.  It varied from slightly trimmed during summer to very bushy in winter. His chest was covered in hair with a trail down to the patch on his stomach and pubes and contrasted nicely with his brown skin.  He wasn't a cub, but not an otter either.  Somewhere in between.

His cock was a little longer than mine but much thicker and uncut.  He knew how to use it too.  Just like his tongue.  He would frequently eat me out to get my hole ready for his cock and tonight was no different.  I closed my eyes for a minute, enjoying the warm, wet tongue poke into my hungry ring.  When I opened my eyes, I saw my buddy James trying to stand tall enough to get his hard dick to my lips, but we had adjusted the head end of the sling too high.   Even six foot seven Chance could barely get it close enough, helped by nine inches of slender cock.  It turned out that my only hole getting used that night in the sling was going to be my ass.

I kept my hole tight for the first few seconds of pressure Manny's cock gave me until I relaxed and felt his bare cock slide in.  I heard lots of comments and moans come from all around me and as I looked around, many of the guys were naked and those that weren't had their pants or shorts down.  Manny tugged on my legs and had me swinging, fucking my ass on to his shaft.   It felt good and even better when he'd thrust his cock in, planting all of his dick in me for a brief moment.  He built up speed and when he slowed down I knew he was close.  

My hole started to play with his cock, just like we'd done dozens of times before.  He grinned at me before he gave a last thrust and let his cock explode.  He held me in position, letting his cock pulse and shoot.  Just like when he first penetrated me, most of the crowd moaned or made comments.   Manny released me and I heard someone say "Gimme room!"  His cock was out of me less than a second when his partner Jalen stuffed his dick in, pumped a few times and then shot his load inside me.  "Shit... Sorry... I wanted to fuck that hot pussy more before I came..." Jalen said with his cock still buried in my ass.  It was funny to see him apologetic instead of the usual macho persona he normally had when he topped.  He was an imposing black guy at six foot four and muscular.  Underneath, he was a nice guy that broke every stereotype of big macho acting guys.

when Jalen pulled out, a line of guys took over.   They all had been edging while Manny and Jalen fucked me, so most only lasted a minute or two in my cum filled hole before adding their own load.   I think the last time that many guys had fucked me was on Spring Break my senior year of college.  It felt good though to have that many different dicks in me in one night.   Some of the guys that fucked me were a surprise.

"Leo? What the fuck are you doing?" I called out, staring back at the smooth Colombian with a huge smile.   He pushed his stiff shaft into my gaping hole and drove all the way in.

"Manny told me that everyone had to fuck you tonight, even us bottom guys" Leo said before he started to thrust in.  He wasn't a bad fuck and I liked feeling his thick cock churning up all of the cum inside me.  Like the others, he didn't last very long before he began to shower my tunnel with his cum.  When he pulled out Manny walked a very nervous twink over.  Evan was my go-to guy lately when I wanted to top.  He was all bottom and really good at it even though he was pretty young and still had a year to go before he graduated college.

Normally he was a cocky, confident guy but all of that was gone.  "I don't top, Manny" Evan exclaimed as he got pushed between my legs.  Something got whispered in his ear and he nodded vigorously.   Evan gave his cock a few tugs to get hard and then pushed into my sloppy hole.  He didn't use the sling like it was meant to be, instead plowing in and out while holding my legs.  I was a little surprised how long he lasted and that he stayed hard the whole time.  Most of us bottoms only kept our erections if we were really turned on.  Eventually, Evan jackhammered my hole for several seconds before dumping his load inside.

When he backed away I saw that he had some help and Tom's finger was still in his ass.  He got led over to the wall and a couple seconds later, Evan was against the wall getting plowed.  I laid there a little longer before Manny came up to me and released my feet from the loops and hands from the chains above my head.  With a quick tug, I was back on my feet, if a bit wobbly.  It felt good to get some blood rushing back into my hands too. 

"I hope you get a lot of use from my house warming gift" Manny said with a sneer.

"Yeah, it's not going to just hang there gathering dust and I hope you'll be one of the guys using it" I replied.  The party started to wind down with more people dressed than were naked.  Technically I wasn't naked since I still was wearing my jockstrap.  I made my way upstairs to my bedroom, clenching my ass as tight as I could but I still left a trail of cum.  A plug sealed in what remained and I went back to the party.  Thankfully everyone appeared to have found their clothes before they left and I found a few people that had too much to drink who were staking out places to crash.