An Invitation

Alex arrived home from his job with plans only to spend that Friday in for a change. The work week had been particularly arduous, and he simply felt the need to rest. He pulled a small stack of mail from his mailbox and made his way to his apartment. Dropping the mail and his bag on the dining table, he began to strip off his suit on the way to his bedroom leaving each item on the floor where he dropped it. Once naked, he stepped directly into the shower and stood beneath the hot spray feeling it wash his tensions down the drain.

          Stepping out of the shower, Alex observed himself in the mirror as he dried off with a fluffy towel. He was of average height at 5’ 10” with 165 muscular pounds spread across that frame. He had been a multi-sport athlete in high school, and through college and after graduation he continued to work out. Now, at 25, he still maintained his athletic physique. His skin was pale and flawless in contrast with his black hair which he wore slightly long and unkempt. He knew he was good-looking, and girls and boys both threw themselves at him, and he did not shy away from sampling either when it struck his fancy. He had a preference, though.

          Donning light athletic shorts and a tank, he picked up the stack of mail and quickly leafed through it looking for something that wasn’t a bill. The card arrived in an unusual red envelope. Alex noted that it was clearly addressed to him and there was no return address. The envelope was closed with an adhesive seal bearing an embossed symbol Alex did not recognize. It looked like stylized versions of the ‘male’ symbol, one black and one gray, overlaid with the arrow part inserted into the circle part of the other.  

Inside was a simple magnetic key card with a handwritten Post-it bearing a four-digit code, and a plain black card with gold script simply stating an address, a date, and instructions to arrive by 10:00 PM and use the key-card to enter. Other than that, there was no further information. Alex was at once, perplexed and intrigued. His head told him it was some sort of bizarre advertising scheme, and to toss it into the wastebasket and forget he had ever seen it. Nevertheless, he could not resist the urge to respond. The card stock was thick and the lettering was gold leaf. Someone spent a great deal of money on this strange invitation. Someone went to a great deal of trouble and the mystery of it all was compelling.

By the time the date arrived, Alex had thought about the invitation a great deal and his mind had been won over. He intended to find out what this was all about. Not knowing what to expect or how to prepare, he showered and went through his normal grooming routine as if he were going out for the evening. He selected some snug blue jeans that hugged his muscular thighs and rounded butt. He added a black V-neck shirt, and after consideration, removed his pants and underwear, then re-dressed minus the underwear. The act of going commando seemed to relax him somewhat. It felt oddly naughty, but appropriate. The cab ride took nearly twenty minutes and ventured into a section of town Alex did not know well. An area filled with warehouses and industrial parks. They finally arrived at the address, a plain industrial building covered in white metal siding with a single door under a dim lamp. There was no signage other than the address in large block letters. Nothing to indicate the purpose of the building or anything to do with the invitation. In fact, it seemed incongruous. The expensive stationary and this plain industrial building in a business park.

Opening the door, Alex stepped into an alcove lit by a single naked bulb. There was nothing to distinguish the hallway at all...the walls and ceiling were painted black. there was a single door to the right and on the wall next to it was a card port and a keypad. Alex removed the card from his wallet and inserted it into the port. He heard a soft beep, which was the indication that he was to enter his code, which he did. A loud "click" followed by a hissing sound, and the door slid open a few inches. Alex pulled it open further and stepped inside, closing it tightly behind him.

He stood in a similarly black painted corridor, the only light coming from red tinted bulbs overhead. The air was filled with a thick, fragrant mist lending the atmosphere an ethereal, almost spooky cast. Alex paused there, not sure what to do next, when, after a moment, a figure approached out of the swirling mist and darkness. A dark-haired youth materialized through the fog in front of him, completely naked. He appeared to be of indeterminate age and his body was soft and rounded, almost cherubic. There was no body hair, not even crowning his tiny penis. His body seemed to have been stopped in stasis somewhere between childhood and puberty, however something about his manner and his eyes told Alex that his looks were deceiving. There was a certain air of experience and danger belying his youthful appearance. A knowing smile favored the otherwise androgynous face and the youth beckoned wordlessly for Alex to follow. They exited the corridor through a hidden door, and entered another darkened chamber. The mist seemed to follow them, curling sensuously around their feet and clutching noiselessly from all sides. There were rows of small locked cabinets, each with a card slot lining the walls of the small chamber various stools and ottomans were scattered throughout the center of the room.  The steady thrum of a deep base line from the music could be heard coming from overhead. The youth indicated a cabinet to Alex, number 659 and Alex inserted his card in the port. The door popped open with a click, and Alex deposited his coat, wallet and phone, being careful to tuck his key-card into his pants-pocket. The youth smiled at Alex, then turned and disappeared into the mist. Alex felt a brief twinge of panic, suddenly alone in a strange place and unsure of why he was there. He momentarily considered retrieving his belongings from the locker and leaving.

Alex was a naturally curious person and was never afraid to try something new, and his curiosity won out. Moving gingerly, he made his way to the door at the opposite end of the chamber from where he entered and passed into a long, mist shrouded hallway. He began to see shapes of other people, floating noiselessly by as he passed several open doors. Snippets of whispered conversations could also be heard, but nothing of what was being said was discernable.

Abruptly the corridor turned left and opened into a gallery of sorts. The wall to Alex' s left was lined with a high, ornately carved wooden bench, which might best be described as a church pew, and in front of the pew, was a kneeler. As Alex made his way into the gallery, he noticed a tall, thin man sitting on the pew, completely naked. He was covered in a sheen of sweat causing him to glisten in the dim light, his head thrown back, mouth open in an expression of complete bliss. Kneeling before him was a robed figure. The kneeling figure's head bobbed vigorously in the tall man's lap and the tall man's ragged breathing and moans of pleasure left little doubt what was transpiring. Alex stared, nonplussed for a moment. While his mind spun, trying to make sense of everything that was happening to him this evening, his body responded viscerally, and he felt a surge in his own loins as he took in the scene before him. Drawn into the voyeuristic drama, he watched avidly while the man enjoyed an obviously skillful blow job. As he watched, the thin man looked into his eyes for a brief moment and smiled before his eyes rolled back in his head. With the efforts of the robed figure, the hood fell back and revealed a handsome young man with platinum blond hair and a neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. He also seemed completely lost in the pursuit of pleasuring the man in front of him. The groans of the man on the receiving end grew more pitched and frequent. At various points, each man made eye contact with Alex, holding his gaze and communicating their desire and pleasure in what was transpiring.    Other men in various states of dress entered and paused, watching the action momentarily before moving on. Suddenly, the receiver grasped the head of the man on his knees and forced it down into his lap, holding it there. He uttered a strangled cry and it was obvious from his clenched eyes and blissful expression that he was cumming. Alex watched as the waves of pleasure rolled over him until he sighed contentedly and released the giver, who was gulping noisily. Alex smiled, adjusted his own fully engorged cock in his jeans, and passed out of the gallery.

Alex was immediately approached by the naked youth that greeted him when he entered the building. At least, he thought it was the same youth. He didn’t speak, but taking Alex’s arm, gently guided him to the wall, where he indicated a silver sconce with a bowl. Inside the bowl were condoms. The youth pointed to another on the other side of the room, and Alex noticed that they were stationed throughout, always within easy reach. The youth smiled and deposited a small vial into Alex’s hand. Poppers. Alex nodded and dropped it into his pocket. The youth then produced a small purple jar with a nose mask attached and offered it to Alex. First, the youth was completely naked still, and where he was pulling these objects from was a complete mystery to Alex. It was as if he were pulling them out of thin air. Alex balked momentarily but quickly decided “in for a penny, in for a pound’. He accepted the inhaler and breathed deeply. A gently odor invaded his nostrils and lungs. It smelled of honeysuckle and fresh rain, and Alex immediately felt a sense of well-being and relaxation. He smiled at the youth, who leaned in and softly kissed his lips, then disappeared. Alex had a pretty good idea now what this place was about. He giggled to himself as he visualized himself following a white rabbit down a hole and ending up in a sex club. The white rabbit looked oddly like a naked youth, though. Curiouser and curiouser…

After proceeding down a short corridor, Alex passed into a second room, slightly larger than the first. To either side of the doorway, steps lead up to a raised platform which ringed the room forming this sort of odd pit with a viewing platform all around the perimeter. At the edge of the platform was a sturdy railing, roughly chest high. Several men stood along the railing, some completely nude, others partially clothed, all fully exposed from the waist down, all in various levels of arousal.  Positioned on the floor before each was another man, busily sucking the cock of the man on the platform before him. Two men knelt on the floor in front of one of the cocksuckers, passing his hard tool back and forth between them. Several other men were gathered in the center of the floor, watching the action taking place all around them, some of them eagerly stroking their own exposed pricks, or that of the man next to them.

Alex moved to the center of the room with the group of watchers, slowly rotating and taking in the 360-degree spectacle. While it was plain to him what this place was about, he still had no idea how he had been singled out for an invitation and by whom. He secretly hoped he would have the opportunity to “thank” his benefactor.

One man caught his eye, and he watched as the man lazily stroked his exposed shaft. Alex guessed that he was in his early forties. He had dark curly hair showing a few grays at the temple, and a cropped beard and mustache. He was tall, at least 6’3”, and lean. He wasn’t overly muscular, but well developed. He was completely naked and Alex found himself staring openly. He also had the man’s attention, and he smiled at Alex. He was just about perfect as far as Alex was concerned, and as Alex watched, the man's cock finish growing to full erection. The shaft was long and slender, capped off with a rounded, bulbous head. The guy radiated sex, and Alex began to stroke himself through his jeans as he watched. He suddenly became aware that the man had noticed him watching and had turned toward him slightly. They made eye contact and Alex licked is lips. The guy grinned, and cocked one eyebrow. The message was clear, and Alex took it.

Making his way to the door, Alex started down another corridor to the next room. He did not look back to see if the stranger was following, though he hoped it was so. The next room was quite large and was occupied by a warren of small booths. Alex wandered until he found what he was looking for...a series of three empty booths in a row. He entered the center one. None of the booths had doors to close, but between the dim lighting and the atmospheric mist, visibility was somewhat restricted. Each booth was roughly the size of a large closet, with a single leather-upholstered bench along the back wall. To the right and left, roughly waist-high, there was a hole cut into the wall leading into the next booth, neatly lined with vinyl molding to soften the edges.

Alex quickly removing the poppers from the pocket, unfastened his jeans and let them drop to his ankles where he stepped free. He folded his jeans and placed them on the bench, then turned and sat on them, like a cushion. He began to stroke his cock, which had flagged a bit since leaving the last gallery. He had begun to grasp what this venture was all about and was ready to satiate his hunger, now, and hoped he wouldn't have to wait long. He was already dangerously close to orgasm, and he forced himself to slow his pace and concentrate on the shaft, not touching the head at all. His copious pre-cum was streaming from the slit, providing plenty of lubrication.

Alex was barely aware that shadows passed by outside of the booth, many pausing to look through the open door. Finally, he heard a rustling sound from the booth to his right, and a flash of movement could be seen through the glory hole. Alex leaned forward in anticipation. Immediately he recognized the man he had been watching in the previous room. The man turned around, as if he knew he were being watched and wanted to make a show of it. His body was lean and hard, and covered with a light dusting of dark hairs. His cock was like the rest of him....long and slender with a protuberant knob. His balls were large and firm, pulled up close to the underside of the shaft, which he was stroking lazily. Alex could see that he was intensely hard and noticed his own quickened heartbeat and rapid breaths. Alex was aroused and his arousal translated to hunger for cock.

Dropping to his knees before the hole, he ran his fingers along the bottom of the hole so that the man in the next booth could see. He heard the man sigh and whisper hoarsely "Fuck Yeah, little man...looking forward to this...: and with that, he began to feed his hard rod through the hole. Alex sighed in delight as the man's musky smell hit his nostrils. the long, slender shaft kept coming until he thrust his hips against the wall and could go no further. Alex unscrewed the lid of the small bottle and took a deep hit from the poppers. The sensations immediately overwhelmed him, and he felt the rush in his head and his sphincter loosening. He wrapped a hand around the base of the man's organ and squeezed gently. He grunted softly and his cock swelled even more. A drop of clear honey appeared at the tip of the circumcised stalk. it grew in volume and Alex had to hurry to catch it on his tongue before it fell and was wasted. Tasting the man's precum inflamed Alex even further. He kissed and licked the bulbous head eliciting sighs of pleasure from the other man. Within minutes, the head and veiny shaft were wet with Alex's spit. Slipping his lips over the head, Alex drew the man's cock into his mouth.

"Fuuuuck!" came the shuddering sigh from the next booth. Drawing back until the head nearly slipped from between his lips, he slid back down the length of the shaft. His tongue painted the ridge along the underside of the shaft and traced each vein along the way. The man's cock seemed to swell within his mouth. Alex began to move rhythmically up and down on the man's quivering spike. In counterpoint, the man thrust in and out of Alex's hungry mouth.

Alex had to release his own cock as the combination of the sensation of the other man's beautiful cock sliding in and out of his mouth and the taste of his emissions threatened to push him over the edge. After a few minutes, the man began to withdraw his cock from the hole. Alex whimpered in disappointment. He heard movement and then the man appeared at his door. He signaled with his head for Alex to follow and headed off down the corridor. Alex didn't bother to dress, he simply retrieved his pants and followed.

the man led him into the corridor where there were several doors branching off to either side. The man followed went up to one of the doors and tried it...It was open, and he peered inside. He turned and motioned for Alex to follow him. they entered a small room where they found a series of padded cubes reaching different heights. The man sat down on one of the cubes and leaned back on his elbow. His expression was one of naked desire and he scorched Alex with his glance. Alex took up the spot next to him and he pulled Alex into an embrace, and a scorching kiss. Alex nearly came just from the man's deep, passionate kiss. As their tongues entwined, Alex gently stroked the man's hard prick. Their mouths parted and the man gently took the bottle of poppers from Alex’s hand, taking a deep hit before passing the bottle back to Alex. Alex likewise inhaled the sweet-smelling fumes and let the pleasure rush come over him. He felt the man's gently pressure on the back of his neck.

“C’mon little man….my cock is missing that beautiful mouth…” he whispered

Alex let the man guide his head down until he could wrap his mouth around the man's drooling cock. Using his fist to stroke the portion of cock not fitting into his mouth, Alex began sucking in earnest. He was hungry for the man's load and he meant to have it. He didn't have to wait long....the guy watched Alex raptly, his breath growing shorter and sharper. Alex fucked his face on the, man’s prick as hard and as fast as he could, tears pouring from his eyes and his nose running freely his own rhythmic whimpers a testament to how completely absorbed in sucking this man’s cock he was. Suddenly, without warning, Alex’s cock exploded without having been touched, launching thick ropes of creamy scum on the side of the cube where it ran in long streaks to the floor. His eyes clinched tightly closed, he tried to scream around the man’s cock, which came out more like a muffled squeal. It was more than the man could take. He locked his fingers around the back of Alex’s head and thrust his cock into Alex’s throat where he unloaded, pumping his pungent spunk straight into the younger man’s gullet.

The man released Alex’s head and let him draw back long enough to catch the last remnants of his load on his tongue. Alex continued to suck, cleaning the man’s rod, hungrily devouring the load and marveling over the fact that the man’s hardness never flagged despite the intense orgasm he just experienced. Suddenly, the man grabbed a handful of Alex’s hair and yanked his cock from the younger man’s hungry mouth. He quickly manhandled

Alex onto his hands and knees and dove face first into Alex’s steaming ass - crack. His tongue found the bullseye and he painted the pink pucker with spit. Pointing his tongue he pressed until Alex felt his sphincter relax and the tip of the man’s tongue entered. Alex felt his eyes roll back in his head and a guttural growl issued from his throat as the man tongue fucked him. Licking from Alex’s balls to his tailbone, then going back to his quivering hole, he soon had Alex babbling incoherently, completely aroused.

“Fuck! You taste good….” He half growled, half whispered. Thrusting his tongue at Alex’s hole repeatedly until it began to give and open like a blossom. Grabbing onto Alex’s ass-cheeks roughly, he stretched them apart to better expose the tender opening.

Alex was near losing his mind from pleasure and anticipation. “C’mon! Get that fucking cock into my ass! Fuck me!” he growled, looking back over his shoulder at the man eating his hole. He got a lewd, leering grin in return before he went back to work on Alex’s twitching pucker. The man stiffened his tongue and thrust the tip into Alex’s opening and began a sensual tongue-fucking of his hungry conquest. Alex felt himself relax completely and he switched into complete surrender mode. The man eating his ass could have asked him to jump off a forty-story building and he probably would have complied. He felt a complete release from all the pressure he had

Unconsciously placed on himself to look a certain way, perform a certain way, fit into a certain role. Right at this moment, Alex was only about the sexual urge coursing through his body to please the man he was with.

Before he knew it, the man had pulled up on his hips, bringing him to his knees, and had taken up position behind him. Taking his cock in his hand, the man placed it between Alex’s cheeks and thrust slowly and gently, sliding it along the crack. Alex’s whole being was centered around his hungry hole and getting it filled with this man’s cock. He was vaguely aware of the man reaching into the sconce bowl and retrieving a condom. He heard the tearing plastic and immediately turned, plucking the condom from the man’s hand.

“Let me…” he said throatily. The man smiled. He really was stunningly handsome, and Alex felt a bit of pride in the fact that this god of a man wanted him.

He took the man’s cock into his mouth again and swallowed it to the root. Not applying a great deal of friction, he coated the man’s flesh with his spit. Placing the condom over the bulbous knob, he used his lips and tongue to roll the condom down the man’s shaft, never breaking eye contact, willing him to see how much he wanted him.

“Holy shit….” The man whispered. Once the condom was in place, Alex pushed the man down on his back and mounted him. He guided the man’s cock to his opening and gently rubbed the head against his twitching cunt. He was more than ready, and his hole seemed to grasp at the cock as if it eagerly anticipated the coming invasion. Taking another hit from the popper bottle, there was no more resistance. The massive head of the man’s throbbing digit slipped easily into Alex’s hungry chute and did not stop until Alex felt his dense pubes on his ass and he bottomed out.

“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk….” He moaned. “So fucking hot and tight….”

Alex began to ride up and down slowly, pulling up until only the head remained trapped behind his tight sphincter, then impaling himself completely. The man fucked him in long, slow, easy strokes withdrawing nearly completely before sliding his pulsing prick home again. His grunts and moans were like aphrodisiacs to Alex who was becoming more and more turned on. His own hardness bounced rhythmically beneath him, a stream of clear ball-honey stretching from the tip to a small puddle where it collected on the cube beneath him. Alex was nearly out of his mind with pleasure when the man shifted gears and began to fuck in faster, more shallow jabs, often just sliding the rounded head of his cock back and forth through the clutching sphincter.

Abruptly the man withdrew and laid back on the cube.

“C’mon….ride your daddy’s cock…” he whispered, grasping his prong at the base and waving it lewdly at Alex. Alex straddled his waist facing him. Reaching back, he guided the twitching cock to his hungry hole and slipping it inside him. He sank down until he was fully impaled drawing a guttural groan from the man. The man cupped his ass cheeks holding him steady as he thrust up into his steaming hole.

“FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!” he moaned. Wrapping his hand around Alex’s bobbing cock, he began to stroke it in time to his thrusts. Both men were hurtling toward climax now and nothing was going to stop it. Alex exploded first, releasing jet after jet of thick, creamy spunk onto the man’s chest. After several long seconds when the volume finally subsided, the man gasped “I’m going to cum….”

Alex quickly pulled off him and crouching between his legs, he pointed the bursting head at his face and began to jack the shaft with purpose. The man gave a sharp grunt and thick jizz jetted from the gaping slit, splashing Alex in the face. He managed to catch several spurts in his mouth and he savored the tangy, salty taste. The man slowly sat up, breathing hard. He scooped his cum from Alex’s face and fed it to him, then kissed him deeply savoring his own flavor inside Alex’s mouth. Just as quickly as they had arrived, he was gone without a word. Alex was completely sated for the moment and he lay back on the cube and drifted into sleep.

An indeterminate length of time later, he was gently shaken awake by the androgynous youth who helped him gather his clothing and escorted him out of the room. The made a left and walked through a series of corridors leading to a closed double door. The youth produced a key card and slid it into the reader. The door clicked and swung open, then the youth ushered Alex inside, leaving Alex there and closing the door behind him. The room was so dark, Alex could not see his hand in front of his face. As he stood trying to orient himself, and inhaler mask slipped over his nose and mouth and he smelled the familiar fragrance of the fumes and began to feel as if he were floating. Other hands reached out of the darkness and touched him sensuously. His clothing items were removed from his hand and the others continued to touch and stroke his skin in the dark. He felt the bindings being applied to his wrists, and the wrap around his head fully blindfolding him. Another hit from the inhaler, and some kind of shackles were applied to his ankles. Next, soft wraps bound his upper arms to his chest, rendering him immobile. The hands continued to touch, stroke, and caress him.

Hands clutching his shoulders propelled him forward and they guided him with measured steps for a short distance, where he felt a type of harness of some kind being fastened onto his body. He could hear the buckles and fasteners being attached, over his shoulders and around his chest and waist, then his legs. They were pulled taut but not uncomfortably so. When he was snuggly fastened in, he was suddenly lifted off his feet. The even spacing of the straps throughout his naked body distributed his weight so evenly that there was scarcely any discomfort as he felt himself hauled up, then turned over on his back. The straps around his ankles continued to pull upward, drawing his knees up to his chest and there he stayed, completely disoriented. Hands continued to touch and stroke his exposed skin. His head was pulled back gently until he imagined, his chin was pointing straight up. He felt the body approach and the musky smell of a man invaded his nostrils. A soft fleshy knob was laid across his lips and he realized it was a cock head.

Opening his mouth, the cock slid inside and given Alex’s position, his throat was completely open and the long cock slid all the way in. He heard a contented sigh and the owner of the cock began to thrust softly in and out. At the same time, another cock poked gently at his twitching hole and another contented sigh as it slid inside him. Alex lost count of the number of cocks that invaded his holes and he was completely immobilized, unable to participate in any other way other than to be a willing receptacle. He knew they were several different men because he could feel and taste differences each time he was presented with a new cock. He lost count of the number of loads he willingly swallowed or received in his well-used ass, not to mention those that were just randomly deposited on his body. He lost count of the number of times he came, either with the assistance of a hand or a mouth, or occasionally spontaneously. He lost track of time and reason, and finally he lost consciousness.

When he woke, he found himself in the chamber with the cabinets, stretched out on a padded bench directly across from his now empty cabinet. He was clean and fully dressed. As he sat up, he ran his fingers through his slightly damp hair. He felt no ill affects of any of his activities other than a slight soreness of his ass. He had that well-fucked feeling and he smiled to himself. Checking his pockets, he found his wallet and phone with nothing amiss. Peeking into his locker, he spotted an unopened black envelope with his name in gold print on it. Popping the embossed seal, he pulled the card out. It was a familiar plain black card of expensive stock with gold printing on it, and a magnetic key card with a post-it and a new code. The card listed only a date, roughly one month from today. The invitation was clear, and Alex smiled to himself as he entered the date into the calendar on his phone and slipped the key card and post-it into his wallet. Oh, he would be here, alright. He was quite certain about that.