Voyeur

This is David: He Loves to Watch

Journal Entry:  The evening, thus far, had been amazing.  What happened next was completely unexpected-  exciting but unsettling.

When I stepped outside of our Apartment, there were the boys in the same exact outfits they were wearing at the club in SL! In a mini-eureka moment, I realized then that my outfit was the same as well. About two minutes later, up pulled a Limo.

We hopped into a Limo. The driver seemed to already know where we were headed; I had no idea. About 20 minutes into the drive, Brian whispered to me that we were going to a club about 45 minutes away.

He assured me that not many locals from our community made the trek. They made the trek, however, he explained because it was actually close to Brian's family's beach house. Well, so at least I knew Brian's family had money!

I actually was not that worried about being caught and was, in fact, excited to finally get to see the inside of a gay club. Beth and I had not been in Wilmington that long and hadn't made that many friends; certainly she many more than I, a good number of them, also recent transplants, from the company she had co-founded and which recently opened an Eastern Branch. My friendship circle at this point centered mostly around work as well.

I mentally surveyed my Real Estate firm for potential surprise club goers. The company I worked for was at least 70% female; probably check those folks off the list – maybe. Most of the men were older and looked pretty settled and stayed. Not to say there might be an old fool like me in the mix but the odds were in my favor. There was one guy, Andrew, who was new to the firm and was 23 years old. He was the son of the Principal Broker.

I have to confess that I had to work hard NOT to check him out all the time. The fact that he looked uncannily like Matt Bomer from White Collar, Magic Mike and, more movingly, The Normal Heart, didn't help.

He even had the same slim, muscled, wiry body and when he wore the company's knit shirts, it left nothing to the imagination. Despite the fact that he looked like an exceptionally hot movie star, nothing about him suggested that he was gay. I had heard his father talk about his “girl” a time or two.

My only problem was controlling myself, which normally I did. About a week ago, however, I had the closest call. Andrew asked me to go and evaluate a potential new listing on the beach; we would co-list the property. It was a truly magnificent house, currently empty but with a few odd pieces of furniture left. One of the things he was wondering was if we should stage it and with what kind of furniture.

We had spent about 25 minutes looking around and then meandered out on the partially covered deck. It was not too hot for late August and the breeze was blowing nicely.

“Man, that feels good!” Andrew said, and with one smooth move, peeled off his shirt. I gulped and turned away immediately but I found myself turning back, at the same time feeling that tell tale stirring in my dress shorts.

He had been wearing the knit shirt paired with some nice tailored shorts that fit him like a glove. He looked great before and now, without the shirt, he looked absolutely beautiful- - scrumptious enough to eat!

Try as I might, I found myself returning again and again to his body as he continued to look out to the ocean and talk. What he was talking about I can't say for sure.. something about his childhood on the beach.

Suddenly as I was coming back up from an up-and-down visual pass over his body, I suddenly had that sense we all get from time to time that someone was watching. My eyes returned to meet his. He smiled. We both blushed. He lingered, keeping eye contact for longer than was comfortable.

“Sorry about the shirt,” he said, keeping his eye contact with me, “I just couldn't resist the beach feeling!” then, as if it was an absolutely natural segue, added: “By the way David, I have been meaning to ask, you have lost a good deal of weight and you are bulking up a bit in all the right places, what are you doing that has made such a difference.”

I blushed again not only because I had been caught staring but because now he was noticing me in a way that I no longer thought possible (except maybe for Beth, God love her and, of course, the guys. But somehow, none of them counted). It felt good to be noticed for all the work I had put into myself!

“Actually, there are a couple of guys at our condo that have been helping me with a running and workout routine,” I said trying to be nonchalant.

“You'll have to give me their names; maybe they can somehow get me in some kind of shape!”

“Really Andrew? You're gonna go there?” I said incredulously.

“You look like (careful, Tiger, with what you say here, I said to myself..., no inadvertent references to Playgirl!) ….. you fell out of a fucking Fitness Magazine! Don't even try to pretend you need to get in shape!” 

It was his time to blush, caught in a blatant example of false modesty.

“Yeah, I guess your right," he blushed again, “ That was a dumb thing to say,” he admitted with refreshing candor. “But YOU do look good. Before, honestly, I was kind of worried about you!” Then, as an added thought, he said: “Hey, now that you've got the bod for it, enjoy the sun too!”

Without a second thought, I stripped off my shirt and we pulled up a couple of lounge chairs and soaked up some sun and enjoyed the breeze for about half an hour. Having gotten used to being shirtless around the boys, I felt a lot more comfortable than I used to. We talked pleasantly while enjoying the sun and breeze. Then we were quiet.

I had not always been out of shape. I was an athlete throughout high school and into college. I sailed through the twenties and thirties keeping pretty trim and fit, but little bits of flab began to appear here and there. The beginning of the forties was ok as well. Then I hit 45 and all hell broke loose.

I got so absorbed with work and family that I made no time for exercise of any sort. I ate more and more of my meals on the road, often rich restaurant food, even fast food. When I turned 50, I briefly got a hold of myself and lost some weight only to gain it back and more.

Now I felt great, mainly because I knew I was going to get even better. But Andrew's kind words were like a balm for my bruised ego.

Lost in this reverie, I suddenly awoke to Andrew looking down at me, smiling, and offering me a hand, his shirt still off and his muscles flexed as he helped lift me up. Damn!!

As he brought me up and uncomfortably close to him, I thanked him, turned away quickly and grabbed my shirt before a certain “friend” down below reacted in an obvious way!

We finished our review of the beach home without any further issues. Bullet dodged, I said to myself... I think!

I had kind of gotten lost in these thoughts, especially about work and didn't realize that we were almost there at the club! In minutes we arrived in the parking lot.

The boys turned to the driver. “Frank, why don't you park this thing and come on in. You might as well have a good time too. The only rule, for all of our sakes, no drinking!” Chris said to him. I shot the guys a look and Brian said not to worry, that Frank was on our team. I looked in the rearview mirror and Frank winked at me!  

The place was pulsing from a block away! My excitement was rising but unfortunately, that wasn't all. The boys had reserved us a table and we began wending our way through the crowd. Immediately we began meeting folks that the guys knew. They exchanged hugs, kisses on the cheeks and sometimes on the lips. Each time, they turned to me and said: “This is David; he loves to watch.”

We came up to our table and had yet another one of the many surprises of this night. There were all the guys who had been with me on SL!  Brian and Chris, of course, Bernardo and Darius, Jin and Josh!

Oh my God... it suddenly dawned on me as I looked at them. They were wearing the exact same outfits they were wearing in SL!! What kind of coordination and attention to detail did this all take, I wondered.

They all hugged Brian and Chris and each stood before me and greeted me with “Happy Birthday Sex Man!” And great big smiles. Every single one of them got up close and personal as they said it and had the sexiest expression on their faces, especially Bernardo.

I was in hog heaven. We all sat down and Chris ordered another round of drinks for everyone else, some appetizers for the table and drinks for Brian, Chris, Frank and I as well.

As we sat down, I finally noticed that Frank was quite a hot guy. In his mid-thirties, I was guessing. He had taken off his coat and tie and left them in the car. Beneath his white shirt was a very attractive body. I snapped out of my studies and started making small talk with the guys at the table. We were literally shouting to each other because of the pulsing music.

The dance floor was alive. Many of the guys dancing had their shirts off. Some of the dancing was just hot and fun to watch, some of it was flat out steamy and sexual. I sat there mesmerized. Bernardo noticed my look and asked:

“You like what you see Sexy Man?” and grinned a wide, sexy grin.

Yeah, I do!”

“Want to get out on the floor,” he said and started to grab for my hand, then stopping himself.

“Maybe later,” I said demurely.

“Go on Sexy Man,” Chris said, “You know you want to.”

Bernardo reached out and offered his hand but kept it distant. I stood up to watch Bernardo take a step back and strip off his shirt and give me a big smile.

“Come on!”

“And Sexy Man,” Chris shouted after me. “You know the drill. Lose the shirt!”

Now, this was a true test of my comfort level. I took off my shirt and left it at the table. As we moved to the dance floor I felt extremely self-conscious.

Then, I looked around and, while many of the bodies there were flawless, upon closer inspection I noticed others had love handles and the like and some of them had no shirt on either. What the hell I said to myself and started to dance.

Bernardo was incredibly hot dancing around me. I noticed that I was getting hard again.

At first, I began to panic and then a quick glance around assured me that I was not the only one “out and proud”.

Then it dawned on me. I was in a fucking GAY bar. Of course, it's ok to have a big hard-on if that's what one has!

Within minutes all the guys were on the dance floor! Everyone had removed their shirts. Their bodies surrounded me. I seemed to be the eye of a male dance-storm. They all connected physically and sensuously with each other and each one took turns getting close to me but making sure not to touch!

Then it happened. As the fates would have, it WAS possible for someone from work to be here!

And that someone was Andrew!

As I danced with the guys, I turned around 180. That's when I saw him seated at a table and we immediately made eye contact. He smiled and waved a short wave. I smiled a bit nervously and gave him the high sign.

He was sitting alone watching the frenzied crowd and when I signed back to him, he suddenly stood up and began to come over.

The boys stood around me on guard but could see that I knew the guy. I stuck out my hand and said: “Andrew, it's a small world. Once again you see me without my shirt.”

Andrew smiled, grabbed my hand to shake it and moved in and kissed my cheek before I could react.

Immediately, looking around at all the guys, he sensed that he had violated some unspoken protocol. The music had suddenly stopped while they got ready for the next set.

“Sorry,” he said tongue-in-cheek, “Didn't realize that David was part of the Royal Family! You guys his bodyguards?” Several of the guys laughed out loud and all of the guys smiled.

“It's just a rule David developed. We can explain it in a bit. But you have no idea how many of us in this group would fucking love to do what you did just now,” Bernardo said and all the guys smiled and nodded.

I blushed deeply realizing what they were saying. They ALL wanted to kiss me?! I did not understand it but I certainly loved the realization.

Then to my absolute astonishment, Andrew shot back “I totally understand. I am the lucky one here. Why the no-touch thing?” he asked me. The guys, sensing we wanted to talk a little, backed off a bit.

I gave him the short and sweet version of how I found myself with six, well seven counting Frank, drop-dead gorgeous guys and not able to touch one of them.

Andrew said he understood and confessed that he was out to a very few friends, his brother and sister, and even his mom but NOT to his dad!

He said that keeping up a front for him and at work was exhausting, especially the fake girlfriend. Turns out she is a good college friend who helps him out by playing the “girlfriend” when the need arises.

I listened intently, looking at the pained expression on his face and said we should get coffee sometime -- away from the office-- and talk. He said he would like that.

He blushed a bit, standing there looking like he was deciding whether to say what it was he was thinking: “You remember last week when I took off my shirt at the condo?” he asked.

I blushed. I blushed very very deeply.

“You think?” I said smiling.

“I guess you do,” he said grinning back at me. “Well, I have a confession. I was kind of …. testing the waters; seeing how you reacted when I took my shirt off.”

“Did I  pass the test?”  I asked, smirking a little.   Ignoring me, Andrew continued. 

“In the last few weeks, as your body continues to change, I got more and more attracted to you. Call it a daddy complex if you want.. I just know I was actively fantasizing about you!”

“You were fantasizing about me?! Man, I was spending every minute around you trying not to get a hard-on! I went home that evening, took an unnecessary shower and jacked to the memory of your hot self”

We both laughed.

“I am sorry that I purposely made you uncomfortable the other day,” he said sincerely. “But when I saw your reaction, I decided then and there that I was going to hit on you!  Now... I guess I will have to settle for the “no-touch” rule!”

We both smiled and moved closer to each other.

I suddenly realized that all the guys were watching us as we talked and had heard all of it. They all were smiling at me. No worries with this crew. I quickly switched to introducing Andrew to everyone.

When I got to Chris and Brian I told Andrew that they were the ones who had been helping me with my exercise routine.

“You guys have done wonders!” Andrew said.

“Yeah,” Chris smirked, most folks told us it was a lost cause and we might as well put him down like a lame horse but we said….. no!... we think we might be able to bring him back from the brink.”

Everyone howled with laughter and I went to punch Chris but, fitting the occasion, did not pull the punch, connecting firmly enough to elicit an “Ow” from Chris.

It was obvious that Andrew was making a great impression. Several of the guys, I could tell, were trying to figure out how to get him into bed. I smiled. Before I could do it, Brian asked Andrew if he wanted to join us. He said that he would like that very much.

Always the wiseacre, Chris added. “Sexy Man here, nodding his head toward me, has yet another rule: Lose the Shirt!” They all laughed.

“It most certainly IS NOT my rule... it's theirs!” I corrected.

“Well, whoever's rule it is, it's a good one!” Andrew answered with a naughty smile and a wink.

Andrew stripped off his shirt in a most satisfactory manner and threw it to Chris, who had motioned for it and who in turn threw it back to our table. My God, he was so fucking hot! My cock was raging.

Andrew came over to me first and started dancing with me, moving closer. Even though the music hadn't started. I followed suit. He leaned in and asked me which of the guys gave me my boner!

I smiled and told him ALL of them but right now, mostly him! He smiled broadly and we continued to dance to our own music. The guys looked on smiling as well.

While we danced, the rest of the guys milled around on the dance floor, more than one of the guys eyeing Andrew and waited for the music to start. Bernardo and Jin got a little physical while waiting. God, they ALL were so fucking hot.

Suddenly the music started playing and we all danced like there was no tomorrow.

Every one of the guys got VERY up close and personal with Andrew but he seemed to love it, rubbing himself against all comers, gyrating, fondling, kissing, moving his body like a fucking hip hop dance champ! FUCK!

I could tell that, like most of us, he reacted strongly to Darius!  Watching the two of them essentially make love to each other while “dancing” was a truly awesome sight!

The boys also each spent lots of time with me. So hot! They got so fucking close... without touching. I could hardly stand it.

They would come in close and pretend to come into me from both sides with their arms, bringing their arms around me so I could actually feel the heat from their bodies. Sometimes they put their hands behind their heads and moved in close with their hips, torsos, and junk.

Sometimes another of them would come behind whoever was in front of me and rub against them from behind while they both stared at me and we all gyrated to the music!

I spent the entire time fighting the urge to forget the fucking no-touch rule!

Within no time at all, we were covered in a brilliant sheen of sweat. We were on and off the floor for a good solid almost two hours, going back to the table, drinking, shouting to each other, laughing. Then back on to the floor.

They all seemed like they were being more demonstrative with each other in order to tantalize me and get me worked up. If there was a spoken or unspoken plan, it was working. My whole body was like a live wire and my mind was reeling.... but in a very VERY good way!

While we were all at the table, just as he had in SL, Chris announced that 'we were taking our sizzling circus to a “private tent”. We all stood up and formed a real-life human train this time and snaked through the crowd. As we were getting up to go, Brian turned to Andrew and said matter of factly: “You know you are one of us now!”

“I was kind of hoping so,” Andrew said and winked at me.

We went back to the back of the club and went into a private room. As we had before, we entered a room set up with a large bed in the middle and various pieces of sex furniture scattered around. This time, however, there was a comfortable looking padded straight-backed chair in the middle facing the bed.

“ I assume that's for me,” I said knowingly.

“You got it, Sexy Man,” said Bernardo as he patted the chair.

All the guys smiled at me and then spent the next few minutes helping each other out of their clothes; slowly, sensually, erotically!

They ALL took time to occasionally look over at me as they were working at their clothes-removal chores, taunting me with their movements, with the sexy handling of their clothing items, with their eyes boring into me as they gave each other, long hot kisses.

For the first time, I saw Andrew naked: OH MY GOD! **

“God!” I thought.

I took the time to strip naked as well.

For the next two hours, I had a front-row seat to eight amazingly hot guys performing in a scintillating orgy JUST FOR ME!

Well, that's not totally accurate. THEY had a fucking awesome time as well.

Chris, normally our little taskmaster/ ring master, was surprisingly laissez-faire about everything. The evening took on its own sexy pattern. Guys paired with each other, groups formed in threes and fours, sometimes more, disbanded and then formed again!

Without exception, everyone made sure that they had time with Andrew. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. His eyes, however,  were often on me.,

I knew most of the guys were versatile, with slight preferences for top or bottom. Frank turned out to be the closest thing to a pure top, with Darius leaning heavily in that direction. Andrew came closest to a bottom, but between bottoming, he got in some good topping in as well.

Chris also demonstrated a true gift for bottoming. Chris! - who I had originally pegged as the aggressive top! Go figure.

I spent the entire time fighting the urge to forget the fucking no-touch rule!

As much as I enjoyed ALL the groupings, I have to confess that I, too, was fascinated with watching Andrew. Perhaps because he was new. Perhaps because he was kind of “forbidden fruit” - - the son of the boss. Of course, the fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt!

It turned out that Andrew and Darius were the centerpieces of much of the action and the other guys seemed to cluster around them.  Kind of like reverse copies of one another; one black, one white, one an agressive top, the other an active bottom, one hugely muscled, the other leanly so.  BOTH incredibly hot and magnetic to all the others.  

Finally, like the more solid proton and the elusive electron, the opposites attracted each other in a spectacular way!   I can still hear the slapping of Darius’ cock and massive thighs against Andrew’s tight little butt and the sounds of Darius’s deep guttural noises and Andrew’s grunt, pants and moans as Darius fucked the living shit out of Andrew; Andrew bent over, holding onto a piece of furniture for dear life and Darius holding onto Andrew’s waist and absolutely devastated him.  

I confess that all the while, I wished I was the one devastating Andrew.

At some point, Darius motioned for me to come stand by them.  

I did.  It was mind blowing to be so close to this particular hot action.  My hard cock was constantly on the verge as I watched and stroked, trying to keep myself in check. 

I could see that Andrew was getting close.

Suddenly, Darius pulled Andrew up against his body, his hands moving up and wrapping around him and thrust one more time; Andrew exploded, shooting ropes and ropes of cum without touching his cock. Darius continued pounding Andrew and pulled out of him at the last possible moment and Andrew whipped around to receive a truly amazing facial.  Seconds before that, Darius had given me the high-sign and I stepped forward right as Andrew turned around, to add my own cum to Andrew’s extremely hot facial.   

I noticed that Andrew didn’t cum. Man he had to be hyped up. 

Watching this with such excitement- especially Darius’ covering Andrew’s face and adding my own cum to the mix, I began to think to myself, what kind of cum whore are you? Throughout the entire two hours I found several opportunities to eat cum and not that many fewer opportunities to share my cum with my buds.

All without breaking the “no-touch rule”

I ended my Birthday Extravaganza with an AWESOME three-way between Bernardo, Jin, and Andrew!

I especially loved Bernardo, Jin, and Andrew together. Bernardo and Jin both loved to perform for me and they were incredibly hot with Andrew!

After messing around for quite a while, Bernardo whispered sexily in Andrew’s ear and they both looked my way and smiled.

Andrew then leaned over to Jin and whispered in his ear and he had the biggest smile. They got up from where they were and came in front of me.

Andrew was in the middle, Bernardo on the left, Jin on the right.

Andrew softly requested that I stand up, calling me "Sexy Man" as if he had been a member of the crew from the beginning. I did so. My cock was standing up as well. Andrew moved in close to me. His beautiful cock was hard too, as were Bernardo's and Jin's.

Andrew was so close, holding his cock against his body so that he could move in even closer (seeing this good idea, I followed suit with mine). I could feel and smell his sweet breath.

“We have a little Birthday Present for you, Sexy Man,” Andrew said again as if he had been a member of the “club” all along. He stepped back just a little and allowed his cock to resume its position jutting out from his body.

He slowly raised his arms and put them behind his head. He smiled an almost beatific smile and then said, softly, “I'm all yours, boys!”

At that, the two guys descended on Andrew, each taking an underarm and soaking it with their tongues.  (Who had told Andrew that that was such a turn-on to me?) They took turns planting kisses on Andrew's neck and face and mouth, even as the other continued their work on his underarms.

Andrew kept his position, even as he kissed them back. All the while, he looked longingly at me and continued to smile that mysterious smile. I was wild with desire. I had intended to just watch but found that I could not resist stroking.

Then, Bernardo moved down to Andrew's erect nipples. After a while, Bernardo reached up and grabbed Jin by the hair and moved him roughly onto Andrew's other nipple. The two of them feasted on his nipples, sucking, licking, biting- none too gently- taking them into their mouths. Andrew continued to look straight into my soul, breathing heavily, obviously loving what was happening to him... AND to me! His look was almost beckoning... 'this could be you', it said. My body shuddered and I could tell that he did as well.

The boys looked up at me at various times as they worked on Andrew's hot body. They grinned wickedly with the knowledge that they were bringing me great pleasure as they pleasured themselves and Andrew.

I briefly looked around to take in the whole scene. Josh was bottoming for Frank with great relish. Darius was fucking Chris and Brian simultaneously, a position they all loved, Darius taking turns using their asses mercilessly then inviting one or the other of them to fuck him to provide additional  thrust for the other's mouth or ass.

I was overwhelmed with joy and once again got teary-eyed.

Only Andrew saw my emotion and amazingly, I saw his empathic response, as tears welled up in his eyes. It was brief. We smiled at each other, sharing our brief secret tears. But then lust took over once again.

Meanwhile, Bernardo moved down Andrew's torso, licking, kissing, rubbing, fondling as he went. In very short order, he arrived at Andrew's pulsing cock. Using hands, face, mouth, tongue, teeth, Bernardo made love to Andrew's cock and surrounding area!

He munched on his pubic hair, he licked his shaft, he covered his ballsack with his tongue and took each of his balls into his mouth, he teased Andrew's beautiful head, licking the precum from it as it easily flowed. He took his entire cock into his mouth and sucked wildly. All this time, Bernardo produced copious amounts of saliva that mixed so well with Andrew's precum.

Again, Bernardo reached up for Jin, who was still working on Andrew's nipple and pulled him down by his hair to insist that he join him in worshiping Andrew's cock.

They worked Andrew's cock together for a long while. They licked either side of his shaft from the base to the tip and dwelled, together on the tip, kissing it and each other; their tongues moving in and around Andrew's cock head and in and out of each other's mouths. In between this head play, they took turns taking Andrew's cock down their throat, making glorious noises as they did while the other worked on his ball sack and inner thighs. They continued this pattern until they brought Andrew to the brink.

Andrew was breathing heavily now and, even though he kept his basic position, began thrusting into either Bernardo's or Jin's mouth while the other held his partner's head in support of Andrew face-fucking - - one then the other. All the while, he would look down at Bernardo and Jin to attend to his so-satisfying business but in between would continue to look at me with intensely lust-filled eyes.

Moving Jin abruptly front and center, Bernardo stood up, kissed Andrew deeply and moved behind him. He grabbed him from behind and embraced him, running his hands all over Andrew's body.

Bernardo turned him to the side so I could see (Jin adjusting as well), dropped to his knees, spread Andrew's butt cheeks and began feasting on his hole, occasionally looking around to make sultry eye contact with me!

Andrew involuntarily began making wonderful sexy sounds, all the time turning to  look directly at me.

Finally, Bernardo, feeling that Andrew was fully “prepared” stood up behind him and without any further notice, thrust his huge cock into Andrew. Andrew's eyes widened with surprise and delight, still looking at me!

His arms, for the first time, moved from their position behind his head and reaching back further grabbed Bernardo's head and neck, holding himself against him as Bernardo ground into him. Meanwhile, Jin continued to revel in Andrew's cock, stroking himself expertly with his other hand.

Andrew thrust back into Bernardo and then forward into Jin. They developed a perfect rhythm in no time and slowly but surely brought themselves the very edge of a massive explosion.

Then they paused; Jin turned to me for a second and with a smile said, “ Happy Birthday Sexy Man” and returned to his work.

Bernardo echoes those words with true affection in his voice and in his eyes. Then, in an almost sweet command he said:

“Drop to your knees, up close Sexy Man!” I did so.

And as I did, Jin shifted to the right laying his body down perpendicular to Andrew with his head on and between Andrew’s feet, his mouth open wide.

And finally, Andrew.

“Happy Birthday Sexy Man!” he said, his eyes boring a hole into me.

Bernardo thrust one more time into Andrew's quivering hole and unleashed a torrent of cum into his condom lodged deep in Andrew's ass. Like a chain reaction, we all exploded. Andrew leaned forward with a wild grunt and unloaded.

My mouth was perfectly positioned.

Andrew was an excellent shot and I drank his cum as if it were golden nectar. Rope after rope cascaded down upon me; much of it in my mouth, but lots of it all over my face, neck, and chest.

I am afraid I was less accurate for poor Jin. His face got covered in my cum, some even in his eye! However, if he minded, he certainly didn't let on. In fact, he laid upright on Andrew’s feet and busily ate the cum off his face with one hand while stroking his cock to a masterful climax with another. I took this scene momentarily and then returned to Andrew.

I looked up into his eyes and began licking myself clean. He leaned back into Bernardo and rested against him, kissing him periodically, but mainly intent upon looking at me and my clean up chores.

For some reason, I became aware of our surroundings and realized that the rest of the guys had made themselves comfortable and were watching us. For how long I had no idea. I smiled and continued my work.

Finally, Andrew, staring intently at me, worked his cock one more time and released some cum from his shaft and into his hand. He brought it to his mouth and licked his palm sexily, that same mysterious smile on his face.

Then he used that hand to blow me the hottest kiss!

“Altogether now! he half-shouted. Everyone chimed in as if on cue.

“Happy Birthday Sexy Man!”