Eden's Gate

I don’t really need to go to a swinger’s club for sex. I do just fine on my own, thank you. But I must say that I’m glad I discovered Eden’s Gate because it changed my life.

I’ve never had any trouble getting dates…or sex. I’m a decent-looking guy with an affable personality, and I guess word has gotten around town that I’m good in bed. The women I sleep with know that I’m not interested in any commitments, but they also know that when I depart, I will leave them with a smile on their face and a hum in their honeypots.

For years my friends and relatives pestered me, “When are you gonna get married and settle down, Steve?” And I would always respond that I was having too much fun and that it would be selfish of me to deprive all those women of my amorous pleasures. By the time I hit 35, most of them just gave up and accepted my bachelor life.

Still, I will admit that I was beginning to feel that something was missing in my life. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that things just weren’t quite right. Then, a few months ago, shortly after I turned 38, a neighbor, Grant, proposed something that, frankly, shocked me at first. He told me that he and his wife had been feeling something similar until they discovered a swinger’s club called Eden’s Gate. “It saved our marriage,” he said, “and our sex lives have never been better.”

“But you have a wife to go with you,” I protested. “I couldn’t go all by myself.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Lots of singles—men and women—go to the club. Come on. Go with us this weekend and check it out. I guarantee that you’ll be glad you did.”

The front door of Eden’s Gate opened to a grand foyer, which preceded a grand staircase. To one side of the foyer lay a very large parlor, which teemed with well-dressed men and women of all ages, socializing over cocktails and an assortment of appetizers. “This gives everyone a chance to check each other out and warm up before moving on to the next step,” explained Jen, Grant’s gorgeous wife.

Grant and Jen are a striking couple, early 30’s, I’d guess. They were probably homecoming king and queen in high school. So, it’s not surprising that they were heartily welcomed the minute we stepped into the room. It seemed like everybody there knew them, and I had to wonder just how well did they know them.

“Everybody,” announced Grant, “I’d like you all to welcome my good friend Steve.” Good friend? I barely know you, dude. Regardless, it drew a crowd to me. All of the women flirted with me openly in front of their husbands and boyfriends, who didn’t seem to mind in the least because they were all making moves on Jen or other men’s ladies.

About half an hour into this fête, I noticed people starting to trickle out of the parlor and up the grand staircase to the second floor. “Is that where the real party is?” I whispered to Grant.

“You got it, man,” he grinned devilishly. “You ready?”

At the top of the stairs, we found another large room, which I would learn later was completely encircled by a corridor full of bedrooms. In the large room, which they called “the garden,” men and women mingled again, but now they stood in various degrees of undress, including about half of whom were completely naked. Around the perimeter of the room, other men and women enthusiastically removed their clothes and lay them on overstuffed sofas and chairs. In the center of the room a man I had met as George in the parlor stood before a very large circular bed.

“Who wants to be Bacchus this week?” asked George.

“Bac…” I started to ask Grant, but he answered simply by raising his hand and pointing his finger down at me.

“We have a volunteer,” cheered George. And before I could protest, I was surrounded by three beautiful naked women, who grasped my hands and pulled me toward the bed. In no time at all, they removed all of my clothes and pulled me into the center of the bed. With everyone else looking on, they kissed and fondled me, producing an instant erection, which drew compliments and even a few gasps from my audience. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll just say that for the next 45 minutes, I had all three women in just about every position and combination imaginable.

When we finished, the crowd actually applauded, and at least half of them approached me with praise. The women kissed me, and the men shook my hand and patted me on the back or on my chest or on my ass. It all seemed just a tad strange, but I rolled with it.

“Ready for a break before we proceed to round 2?” asked Grant and Jen, who were now both completely naked. God, they were a beautiful sight. Jen was unquestionably one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and Grant had the body of a Greek god and a dong to match. Bacchus indeed.

With his bare arm draped over my bare shoulders, Grant led me to a cloak room filled with plush white robes. “It’s a club rule,” he said, “that people must be covered in order to go into the parlor downstairs. That’s why we have the robes.” Back in the parlor we refreshed ourselves with more cocktails and hors d’oeuvres as other members of the club approached us intermittently with invitations to be their “guest” for round 2. Somewhat to my surprise, the men seemed just as eager as the women to have me join them. Hmmm.

After about half an hour, Grant asked, “Is your battery recharged now?” He led me on a guided tour of the corridor surrounding the large room, the garden. There were bedrooms of various sizes. Some were just barely large enough for a single bed while others accommodated two king-size beds. “Sometimes, couples swap partners and go into separate rooms,” explained Grant. “Sometimes the four of them go into a room together. And sometimes three or four couples will share a room and make their own rules about who can play with whom, but usually it’s no holds barred. So, what do you feel like?” asked Grant.

“Before you answer that,” interjected Jen, “that answer had better include me. You had me really turned on in the garden, and I can’t wait to get you into one of these beds.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” I confessed. “But what about Grant?”

“How about a foursome?” he suggested. It was actually more like a plea. “Why don’t you pick one of the lovely ladies here to join us?”

I hadn’t really been in a foursome since my frat days in college, and the idea kind of appealed to me. “What’s your pleasure, Grant—blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

“You’re Bacchus,” he laughed. “You pick.”

Seeing a very sexy redhead coming up the stairs in her white robe, I approached and asked if she would like to join us. “I would love to,” she replied, introducing herself as Rachel. “Grant and Jen are always a lot of fun, and you have shown us all that you definitely are too.”

All of the rooms with two beds seemed already to be taken, so Grant led us into a room with one king-size bed. The four of us disrobed quickly and hopped onto the bed. When Jen threw herself at me, Rachel mockingly whimpered, “Have fun, sister, but save some for me.” For several minutes, Rachel just watched and Grant stroked his dick as Jen worked me over, but I soon saw Rachel and Grant going at it as well.

In due course, Jen worked her way down to my cock, which she stuffed into her mouth. I really enjoyed watching Jen suck my dick, but Rachel blocked my view when she sat on my face, inviting me to eat her out.

Damn, Jen was a fantastic cocksucker. I had never had such a great blow job in my whole life, and I have had lots of blow jobs. Imagine my shock when Rachel raised up to reposition herself and I discovered that the mouth on my cock was not Jen’s, but Grant’s. Before I could say, “What the fuck?” Jen attacked one of my nipples, and Rachel descended on the other, and I was left powerless to resist.

I had never been blown by a guy before. Well…there was that one time in college when I got so drunk at a frat party that I zonked out and woke up to find one of my frat brothers sucking my dick…but it was all such a haze that I convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing.

Anyway, Grant was going to town on my cock, and I was loving it. Damn, it felt good. When I sensed the first tremors of an imminent earthquake, I tried to warn Grant to pull back, but Jen silenced me by shoving one of her breasts in my mouth. I erupted with the feel of Grant’s mouth still on my dick, and I could feel his tongue slurping up my juices. Fuck! A few of the women who had sucked me off swallowed, but most didn’t. Grant not only swallowed, he kept sucking even after my balls had completely drained. Now, my dick is super-sensitive, so his continuing suction drove me fucking wild. I had no choice but to push Jen off my face and scream in ecstatic agony. I begged Grant to stop before my synapses completely exploded.

Jen and Rachel lay in my arms, one on each side of me, comforting me as I continued to shake for several minutes. Grant just stood and broadcast that devilish grin at me, still licking the nectar from his lips.

The sudden knock on the door caught me by surprise. “Come in, George,” said Grant. “You’re just in time.” Yes, it was the man who had opened the ceremonies in the garden room. George was not exactly a fashion model, but he was reasonably good looking and particularly fit for a man approaching 50. And, like the rest of us, he was completely naked.

As he entered the room like a kid anticipating his birthday party, he stroked Grant’s dick a couple of times before approaching Jen and Rachel, giving each of them a patronly kiss. Then, pointing at my slowly deflating cock, he said, “I see that you’ve enjoyed your introduction to our little club.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that, but George seemed unperturbed. He simply turned to Grant and smirked, “Ready when you are,” and with that he bent over the bed, and presented his bare ass to Grant, who attacked it with the tenacity of a bull.

I was stunned. The young man with the gorgeous wife, the one who had just sucked me off, was now fucking another man right in my presence…and without any self-effacement or shame. I had never seen a man fuck another man before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Should I watch or look away? Obviously, Grant and George didn’t care if I watched, and it didn’t seem to bother Jen or Rachel either. In fact, they seemed to relish in having an audience.

As Grant humped George, George beat his meat, and just as Grant unloaded into George’s guts, George raised up and shot his wad across the bed and all over Rachel, Jen, and me. And the ladies mopped up the mess with their tongues and fed it back to George and Grant.

I was speechless. Much to my surprise, though, I was not turned off. In fact, I found it quite fascinating…maybe even a bit exciting—because my cock started to inflate again.

“Ah,” said George. “You’re still here, and,” he said, pointing at my cock, “it looks like you might like to become a regular here.”

As George turned to leave, he stopped at the door, turned to Grant, and said, “Why don’t you invite him to Adam’s Night?”

“Hold on, George,” said Jen and Rachel. “We’ll come with you,” leaving Grant and me alone.

Not able to resist the temptation, I bit at the apple, “What’s Adam’s Night?”

“Saturday nights here are open to men and women,” explained Grant, “but we have one night a week set aside for women only or men only. We call them ‘Eve’s Night’ and ‘Adam’s Night’. So, would you like to join us next Friday for Adam’s Night?”

“I…I…I dunno,” I stammered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, how about I give you a little incentive?” he said as he attacked my cock again with his very talented mouth.

After shooting my third load of the night, I panted, “I’ll think about it.”

I muddled through the next week in a quandary. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I really want to do this, or don’t I? What am I getting myself into? Am I turning into some kind of pervert? Regardless, I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind.

“Tell you what,” said Grant when he called on Thursday night and couldn’t pull a definitive answer out of me. “Why don’t you come over to our house for dinner tomorrow night, and then we can take it from there.”

It’s just dinner. What harm could it do?

After a delicious dinner of pad Thai with green papaya salad and steamed dumplings, which Grant prepared himself, the three of us sat on the patio and reviewed our experience of the previous weekend. “How about a little incentive?” asked Jen, as she teased my body with her hands and fingers. “You go with Grant tonight, and tomorrow night I’ll knock your socks off.”

How could I refuse?

The crowd at Eden’s Gate that night was no smaller than the mixed crowd the previous Saturday. Some of the same men I had met before had returned and were joined by as many men who were new to me. In the parlor, many were well dressed, having come directly from work in their business suits, but some were obviously laborers in work boots, and some younger ones—perhaps college students—were clad in jeans and T-shirts, one of which bore the phrase, “I’d do me.” Upstairs, showers were available for those who needed them, but some of the men seemed to relish the smell and taste of musky dried man sweat. In the garden room, sans clothes, all the men were even better looking.

“Who wants to be Bacchus tonight?” called George, almost like an auctioneer or the emcee of a daytime game show. (Come on down!)

Knowing that I was still somewhat indecisive, Grant did not volunteer me that time, but it was not necessary because three men charged at the bed with a passion and wasted no time pawing and licking each other all over. After some foreplay, they arranged themselves in a triangular 69 position, each sucking another’s cock.

At one point, they regrouped with two of the men spit-roasting the other one, and they culminated in a sandwich, one man fucking another while the third man fucked the one in the middle. When they finished, other men approached the bed and licked up the cum, sharing it with each other in deep, sloppy kisses.

It all seemed so perverted to me, but that didn’t stop me from sporting a raging hard-on the whole time. In fact, as the main event was going on, a couple of young jocks approached me and stroked my shaft and played with my nipples, and I did nothing to discourage them.

“We’ve already got a room,” said one of them, “if you’d care to join us.” Not quite knowing what to say, I looked to Grant, who just led the way with me being escorted by the young studs.

They had staked their claim to a room with a king-size bed. Grant supervised like a bailiff as the two men laid me on the bed and went to work on me, licking, kissing, nibbling, and stroking all over. I didn’t mind any of it until one of them sank his tongue into my mouth. I had never been kissed by a man before, and part of me wanted to resist, but I just couldn’t. I succumbed to the temptation and the arousal of it. The handsome man paused long enough to look me closely in the eyes, smile, and resume his exploration toward my tonsils.

As that man tongue-fucked me, the other worked his way down to my cock, which he took into his mouth and sucked like a Wet-Vac. Damn, I didn’t think anybody could suck as well as Grant had the week before, but this kid was just as good if not better. At the first tremor signaling an incipient eruption, however, he backed off. “Not yet, coach,” he announced. “We’re just getting started.”

Much to my surprise, the two jocks actually lifted me off the bed and carried me to an overstuffed sofa facing the bed. “Enjoy the show,” said one of them, “but don’t you dare jerk off,” he commanded. “We’re not done with you yet.”

By the time they got back to the bed, Grant was already spread eagle in the center of it, where the jocks went to work on him as they had done with me. Once they had brought him to the same precipice, they likewise carried him to the sofa and set him down beside me. We were two rockets begging for liftoff, but as before, they demanded that we restrain ourselves.

They returned to the bed and went at each other like pigs in heat. I must admit that watching two athletic specimens engage in such physical sex was absolutely beautiful, not to mention incredibly arousing. They did to each other all the things they had done to us…and more. With their foreplay completed, one lay flat on his back while the other lubed up his cock as well as his own ass and lowered himself onto the rod. Facing Grant and me, he rode that stallion like a wrangler breaking a bronco. He exploded before his horse, and when he did, he shot in our direction, spraying all over both Grant and me. And when his partner was ready to cum, he lifted up and let the stud spray his own juices all over himself. Once done, they licked the cum up from themselves as well as us and swapped it back and forth several times before swallowing it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Your turn, coach,” they said, as they carried Grant and me back to the bed. I flinched instinctively at the feel of the wet spots on the sheets, but I didn’t object.

They paired us off, one to Grant and one to me. They lubed up our cocks and then their asses and rode us. Rode us hard. I had fucked women in the ass before, but never another man. Watching their faces as we fucked them filled me with a sense of power that I had never felt before. Instead of just letting this guy ride my cock, I fucked back. Hard. I fucked the shit out of him. And the desperation on his face told me that he loved it. He wanted me to own him, and I did.

I looked over at Grant, and he smiled and winked at me—like he understood. It was a silent connection. We were sharing not just an experience, but a bond, a very rare bond between two men. It was not just sex. It was a mutual conquest, and it was fucking incredible.

Once we had dumped our cum into these two colts, I felt not exhausted, but invigorated. I went to the door, opened it, and stood there gloating like the cock of the walk. I grabbed the first guy who walked by and ordered him to step into our cave, where the four of us gangbanged him, and when we were done, I grabbed another one. Finally, one of the college jocks and I double-fucked his teammate while Grant skull-fucked him. I was thrilled with the sensation of my cock rubbing against another man’s dick as we jointly fucked the other one. All told, I fucked four guys that night and went home still on a high.

“After last night,” said Grant to me, “I guess you’re too exhausted to go back to the club tonight, huh?”

“Not at all,” I boasted. “I owe Jen a fuck, and then she can watch me fuck you and as many other men as we can capture.”

That was several months ago, and I’ve been going back every Friday and Saturday night since. In between, those two college jocks have been coming by my house for some private “coaching” at least twice a week, sometimes with their girlfriends and sometimes with one of their teammates or another kid they’ve picked up on campus or in one of the local bars.

Grant has hinted that I should let him fuck me sometime. I’m not ready to go there yet, but several months ago, I never thought I’d be fucking men, so who knows? We’ll see.

THE END

Note: This story is one of a series of stories focusing largely on sex in public places.

Eden’s Gate

Brock Archer

© 2020

I don’t really need to go to a swinger’s club for sex. I do just fine on my own, thank you. But I must say that I’m glad I discovered Eden’s Gate because it changed my life.

I’ve never had any trouble getting dates…or sex. I’m a decent-looking guy with an affable personality, and I guess word has gotten around town that I’m good in bed. The women I sleep with know that I’m not interested in any commitments, but they also know that when I depart, I will leave them with a smile on their face and a hum in their honeypots.

For years my friends and relatives pestered me, “When are you gonna get married and settle down, Steve?” And I would always respond that I was having too much fun and that it would be selfish of me to deprive all those women of my amorous pleasures. By the time I hit 35, most of them just gave up and accepted my bachelor life.

Still, I will admit that I was beginning to feel that something was missing in my life. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that things just weren’t quite right. Then, a few months ago, shortly after I turned 38, a neighbor, Grant, proposed something that, frankly, shocked me at first. He told me that he and his wife had been feeling something similar until they discovered a swinger’s club called Eden’s Gate. “It saved our marriage,” he said, “and our sex lives have never been better.”

“But you have a wife to go with you,” I protested. “I couldn’t go all by myself.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Lots of singles—men and women—go to the club. Come on. Go with us this weekend and check it out. I guarantee that you’ll be glad you did.”

The front door of Eden’s Gate opened to a grand foyer, which preceded a grand staircase. To one side of the foyer lay a very large parlor, which teemed with well-dressed men and women of all ages, socializing over cocktails and an assortment of appetizers. “This gives everyone a chance to check each other out and warm up before moving on to the next step,” explained Jen, Grant’s gorgeous wife.

Grant and Jen are a striking couple, early 30’s, I’d guess. They were probably homecoming king and queen in high school. So, it’s not surprising that they were heartily welcomed the minute we stepped into the room. It seemed like everybody there knew them, and I had to wonder just how well did they know them.

“Everybody,” announced Grant, “I’d like you all to welcome my good friend Steve.” Good friend? I barely know you, dude. Regardless, it drew a crowd to me. All of the women flirted with me openly in front of their husbands and boyfriends, who didn’t seem to mind in the least because they were all making moves on Jen or other men’s ladies.

About half an hour into this fête, I noticed people starting to trickle out of the parlor and up the grand staircase to the second floor. “Is that where the real party is?” I whispered to Grant.

“You got it, man,” he grinned devilishly. “You ready?”

At the top of the stairs, we found another large room, which I would learn later was completely encircled by a corridor full of bedrooms. In the large room, which they called “the garden,” men and women mingled again, but now they stood in various degrees of undress, including about half of whom were completely naked. Around the perimeter of the room, other men and women enthusiastically removed their clothes and lay them on overstuffed sofas and chairs. In the center of the room a man I had met as George in the parlor stood before a very large circular bed.

“Who wants to be Bacchus this week?” asked George.

“Bac…” I started to ask Grant, but he answered simply by raising his hand and pointing his finger down at me.

“We have a volunteer,” cheered George. And before I could protest, I was surrounded by three beautiful naked women, who grasped my hands and pulled me toward the bed. In no time at all, they removed all of my clothes and pulled me into the center of the bed. With everyone else looking on, they kissed and fondled me, producing an instant erection, which drew compliments and even a few gasps from my audience. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll just say that for the next 45 minutes, I had all three women in just about every position and combination imaginable.

When we finished, the crowd actually applauded, and at least half of them approached me with praise. The women kissed me, and the men shook my hand and patted me on the back or on my chest or on my ass. It all seemed just a tad strange, but I rolled with it.

“Ready for a break before we proceed to round 2?” asked Grant and Jen, who were now both completely naked. God, they were a beautiful sight. Jen was unquestionably one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and Grant had the body of a Greek god and a dong to match. Bacchus indeed.

With his bare arm draped over my bare shoulders, Grant led me to a cloak room filled with plush white robes. “It’s a club rule,” he said, “that people must be covered in order to go into the parlor downstairs. That’s why we have the robes.” Back in the parlor we refreshed ourselves with more cocktails and hors d’oeuvres as other members of the club approached us intermittently with invitations to be their “guest” for round 2. Somewhat to my surprise, the men seemed just as eager as the women to have me join them. Hmmm.

After about half an hour, Grant asked, “Is your battery recharged now?” He led me on a guided tour of the corridor surrounding the large room, the garden. There were bedrooms of various sizes. Some were just barely large enough for a single bed while others accommodated two king-size beds. “Sometimes, couples swap partners and go into separate rooms,” explained Grant. “Sometimes the four of them go into a room together. And sometimes three or four couples will share a room and make their own rules about who can play with whom, but usually it’s no holds barred. So, what do you feel like?” asked Grant.

“Before you answer that,” interjected Jen, “that answer had better include me. You had me really turned on in the garden, and I can’t wait to get you into one of these beds.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” I confessed. “But what about Grant?”

“How about a foursome?” he suggested. It was actually more like a plea. “Why don’t you pick one of the lovely ladies here to join us?”

I hadn’t really been in a foursome since my frat days in college, and the idea kind of appealed to me. “What’s your pleasure, Grant—blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

“You’re Bacchus,” he laughed. “You pick.”

Seeing a very sexy redhead coming up the stairs in her white robe, I approached and asked if she would like to join us. “I would love to,” she replied, introducing herself as Rachel. “Grant and Jen are always a lot of fun, and you have shown us all that you definitely are too.”

All of the rooms with two beds seemed already to be taken, so Grant led us into a room with one king-size bed. The four of us disrobed quickly and hopped onto the bed. When Jen threw herself at me, Rachel mockingly whimpered, “Have fun, sister, but save some for me.” For several minutes, Rachel just watched and Grant stroked his dick as Jen worked me over, but I soon saw Rachel and Grant going at it as well.

In due course, Jen worked her way down to my cock, which she stuffed into her mouth. I really enjoyed watching Jen suck my dick, but Rachel blocked my view when she sat on my face, inviting me to eat her out.

Damn, Jen was a fantastic cocksucker. I had never had such a great blow job in my whole life, and I have had lots of blow jobs. Imagine my shock when Rachel raised up to reposition herself and I discovered that the mouth on my cock was not Jen’s, but Grant’s. Before I could say, “What the fuck?” Jen attacked one of my nipples, and Rachel descended on the other, and I was left powerless to resist.

I had never been blown by a guy before. Well…there was that one time in college when I got so drunk at a frat party that I zonked out and woke up to find one of my frat brothers sucking my dick…but it was all such a haze that I convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing.

Anyway, Grant was going to town on my cock, and I was loving it. Damn, it felt good. When I sensed the first tremors of an imminent earthquake, I tried to warn Grant to pull back, but Jen silenced me by shoving one of her breasts in my mouth. I erupted with the feel of Grant’s mouth still on my dick, and I could feel his tongue slurping up my juices. Fuck! A few of the women who had sucked me off swallowed, but most didn’t. Grant not only swallowed, he kept sucking even after my balls had completely drained. Now, my dick is super-sensitive, so his continuing suction drove me fucking wild. I had no choice but to push Jen off my face and scream in ecstatic agony. I begged Grant to stop before my synapses completely exploded.

Jen and Rachel lay in my arms, one on each side of me, comforting me as I continued to shake for several minutes. Grant just stood and broadcast that devilish grin at me, still licking the nectar from his lips.

The sudden knock on the door caught me by surprise. “Come in, George,” said Grant. “You’re just in time.” Yes, it was the man who had opened the ceremonies in the garden room. George was not exactly a fashion model, but he was reasonably good looking and particularly fit for a man approaching 50. And, like the rest of us, he was completely naked.

As he entered the room like a kid anticipating his birthday party, he stroked Grant’s dick a couple of times before approaching Jen and Rachel, giving each of them a patronly kiss. Then, pointing at my slowly deflating cock, he said, “I see that you’ve enjoyed your introduction to our little club.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that, but George seemed unperturbed. He simply turned to Grant and smirked, “Ready when you are,” and with that he bent over the bed, and presented his bare ass to Grant, who attacked it with the tenacity of a bull.

I was stunned. The young man with the gorgeous wife, the one who had just sucked me off, was now fucking another man right in my presence…and without any self-effacement or shame. I had never seen a man fuck another man before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Should I watch or look away? Obviously, Grant and George didn’t care if I watched, and it didn’t seem to bother Jen or Rachel either. In fact, they seemed to relish in having an audience.

As Grant humped George, George beat his meat, and just as Grant unloaded into George’s guts, George raised up and shot his wad across the bed and all over Rachel, Jen, and me. And the ladies mopped up the mess with their tongues and fed it back to George and Grant.

I was speechless. Much to my surprise, though, I was not turned off. In fact, I found it quite fascinating…maybe even a bit exciting—because my cock started to inflate again.

“Ah,” said George. “You’re still here, and,” he said, pointing at my cock, “it looks like you might like to become a regular here.”

As George turned to leave, he stopped at the door, turned to Grant, and said, “Why don’t you invite him to Adam’s Night?”

“Hold on, George,” said Jen and Rachel. “We’ll come with you,” leaving Grant and me alone.

Not able to resist the temptation, I bit at the apple, “What’s Adam’s Night?”

“Saturday nights here are open to men and women,” explained Grant, “but we have one night a week set aside for women only or men only. We call them ‘Eve’s Night’ and ‘Adam’s Night’. So, would you like to join us next Friday for Adam’s Night?”

“I…I…I dunno,” I stammered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, how about I give you a little incentive?” he said as he attacked my cock again with his very talented mouth.

After sho0ting my third load of the night, I panted, “I’ll think about it.”

I muddled through the next week in a quandary. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I really want to do this, or don’t I? What am I getting myself into? Am I turning into some kind of pervert? Regardless, I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind.

“Tell you what,” said Grant when he called on Thursday night and couldn’t pull a definitive answer out of me. “Why don’t you come over to our house for dinner tomorrow night, and then we can take it from there.”

It’s just dinner. What harm could it do?

After a delicious dinner of pad Thai with green papaya salad and steamed dumplings, which Grant prepared himself, the three of us sat on the patio and reviewed our experience of the previous weekend. “How about a little incentive?” asked Jen, as she teased my body with her hands and fingers. “You go with Grant tonight, and tomorrow night I’ll knock your socks off.”

How could I refuse?

The crowd at Eden’s Gate that night was no smaller than the mixed crowd the previous Saturday. Some of the same men I had met before had returned and were joined by as many men who were new to me. In the parlor, many were well dressed, having come directly from work in their business suits, but some were obviously laborers in work boots, and some younger ones—perhaps college students—were clad in jeans and T-shirts, one of which bore the phrase, “I’d do me.” Upstairs, showers were available for those who needed them, but some of the men seemed to relish the smell and taste of musky dried man sweat. In the garden room, sans clothes, all the men were even better looking.

“Who wants to be Bacchus tonight?” called George, almost like an auctioneer or the emcee of a daytime game show. (Come on down!)

Knowing that I was still somewhat indecisive, Grant did not volunteer me that time, but it was not necessary because three men charged at the bed with a passion and wasted no time pawing and licking each other all over. After some foreplay, they arranged themselves in a triangular 69 position, each sucking another’s cock.

At one point, they regrouped with two of the men spit-roasting the other one, and they culminated in a sandwich, one man fucking another while the third man fucked the one in the middle. When they finished, other men approached the bed and licked up the cum, sharing it with each other in deep, sloppy kisses.

It all seemed so perverted to me, but that didn’t stop me from sporting a raging hard-on the whole time. In fact, as the main event was going on, a couple of young jocks approached me and stroked my shaft and played with my nipples, and I did nothing to discourage them.

“We’ve already got a room,” said one of them, “if you’d care to join us.” Not quite knowing what to say, I looked to Grant, who just led the way with me being escorted by the young studs.

They had staked their claim to a room with a king-size bed. Grant supervised like a bailiff as the two men laid me on the bed and went to work on me, licking, kissing, nibbling, and stroking all over. I didn’t mind any of it until one of them sank his tongue into my mouth. I had never been kissed by a man before, and part of me wanted to resist, but I just couldn’t. I succumbed to the temptation and the arousal of it. The handsome man paused long enough to look me closely in the eyes, smile, and resume his exploration toward my tonsils.

As that man tongue-fucked me, the other worked his way down to my cock, which he took into his mouth and sucked like a Wet-Vac. Damn, I didn’t think anybody could suck as well as Grant had the week before, but this kid was just as good if not better. At the first tremor signaling an incipient eruption, however, he backed off. “Not yet, coach,” he announced. “We’re just getting started.”

Much to my surprise, the two jocks actually lifted me off the bed and carried me to an overstuffed sofa facing the bed. “Enjoy the show,” said one of them, “but don’t you dare jerk off,” he commanded. “We’re not done with you yet.”

By the time they got back to the bed, Grant was already spread eagle in the center of it, where the jocks went to work on him as they had done with me. Once they had brought him to the same precipice, they likewise carried him to the sofa and set him down beside me. We were two rockets begging for liftoff, but as before, they demanded that we restrain ourselves.

They returned to the bed and went at each other like pigs in heat. I must admit that watching two athletic specimens engage in such physical sex was absolutely beautiful, not to mention incredibly arousing. They did to each other all the things they had done to us…and more. With their foreplay completed, one lay flat on his back while the other lubed up his cock as well as his own ass and lowered himself onto the rod. Facing Grant and me, he rode that stallion like a wrangler breaking a bronco. He exploded before his horse, and when he did, he shot in our direction, spraying all over both Grant and me. And when his partner was ready to cum, he lifted up and let the stud spray his own juices all over himself. Once done, they licked the cum up from themselves as well as us and swapped it back and forth several times before swallowing it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Your turn, coach,” they said, as they carried Grant and me back to the bed. I flinched instinctively at the feel of the wet spots on the sheets, but I didn’t object.

They paired us off, one to Grant and one to me. They lubed up our cocks and then their asses and rode us. Rode us hard. I had fucked women in the ass before, but never another man. Watching their faces as we fucked them filled me with a sense of power that I had never felt before. Instead of just letting this guy ride my cock, I fucked back. Hard. I fucked the shit out of him. And the desperation on his face told me that he loved it. He wanted me to own him, and I did.

I looked over at Grant, and he smiled and winked at me—like he understood. It was a silent connection. We were sharing not just an experience, but a bond, a very rare bond between two men. It was not just sex. It was a mutual conquest, and it was fucking incredible.

Once we had dumped our cum into these two colts, I felt not exhausted, but invigorated. I went to the door, opened it, and stood there gloating like the cock of the walk. I grabbed the first guy who walked by and ordered him to step into our cave, where the four of us gangbanged him, and when we were done, I grabbed another one. Finally, one of the college jocks and I double-fucked his teammate while Grant skull-fucked him. I was thrilled with the sensation of my cock rubbing against another man’s dick as we jointly fucked the other one. All told, I fucked four guys that night and went home still on a high.

“After last night,” said Grant to me, “I guess you’re too exhausted to go back to the club tonight, huh?”

“Not at all,” I boasted. “I owe Jen a fuck, and then she can watch me fuck you and as many other men as we can capture.”

That was several months ago, and I’ve been going back every Friday and Saturday night since. In between, those two college jocks have been coming by my house for some private “coaching” at least twice a week, sometimes with their girlfriends and sometimes with one of their teammates or another kid they’ve picked up on campus or in one of the local bars.

Grant has hinted that I should let him fuck me sometime. I’m not ready to go there yet, but several months ago, I never thought I’d be fucking men, so who knows? We’ll see.

THE END