6. The Party
There isn’t much to do on a Saturday except take stock and restock, prepare orders we can send out first thing on Monday, give the place a thorough clean and then go round to a nearby pub for a slap-up feed. After that I headed to the local supermarket with my shopping list, then home for a once over the sparse furniture and prepare a few things to put out as ‘snacks’ …
The door buzzer for the street door sounded just after seven, and I almost panicked as I was just out of the shower and only had a towel in hand. Dashing down to the flat door I glanced at the CCTV display and recognised Colin.
“Hi, I’m early, I know …” He responded to my greeting.
“I wasn’t expecting …” I gabbled, my feelings a mixture of pleasure at having some time alone with him, and not wanting him to think I was wanting sex — which I did! I pressed the door release. “Come on up …”
I unlatched my door and stood behind it clutching my towel — it wasn’t big enough to wrap round my waist — and heard him close the street door, then climb the stairs. My pulse quickened as he approached, and then he was easing the door wider, his smile widening as he stepped inside and put down the shopping bags he was carrying. Shutting the door, he turned to look at me, his smile a mix of lust and something else …
“Damn, you’re even more beautiful like this.” In two strides he had me in his arms.
My towel fell to the floor as I returned the embrace, and our mouths met …
“Go and get yourself dressed,” he eventually whispered. “Or your other guests will be here and we’ll be …”
“Mmm …” Reluctantly we separated, my arousal obvious and I really wanted him to take me like this.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered. “We’ve time … call it a precursor …”
I held his hand as we mounted the narrow spiral stair to the mezzanine. Then I was on my back on the bed, and he was doing things with his mouth on my cock, my balls and my inner thighs I’d never imagined. This time there was no rushing it. He sent me to the edge of heaven and held me there, taking his time and knowing just how to keep me there.
The resultant cum left me dazed. I made no resistance as he smothered my body in kisses, working his way up my torso until our mouths met and his kiss dominated me completely.
I’d only just got dressed when Jerry and his partner, Rob, our accountant, arrived. Colin had already unpacked his grocery bags, setting out some bowls with nuts and crisps. I got a little teasing from Jerry, and Colin got told not to frighten me away — I was far too good a worker, wink, wink … Then Marco arrived with his partner, Pietro, followed by Gene partnered by Terry, and Wally arrived with Ernest, his partner. The flat was now crowded, and they’d all brought something addition to wine, beer or food.
I was suddenly the owner of big colourful scatter cushions, two sets of nice glasses, a couple of scatter rugs, several ‘toys’ including a set of handcuffs, a butt plug, another hood, a couple of gags, the harness I’d spent Friday wearing and two pairs of rubber shorts. At some point the butt plug, handcuffs and other items vanished as one of the guys took them upstairs. The party got under way with Colin and Jerry distributing drinks all round and I quickly lost my shyness and relaxed.
Naturally the flat was inspected and I came in for a lot of teasing, but eventually the guys made their excuses and quietly left until it was just me and Colin collecting glasses, plates (someone had brought paper ones) left. Dumping the last of the debris in the rubbish bag, Colin tied it.
“Time I went too, I guess,” he said.
“Do you want too?” I asked softly, hoping he’d take the invitation.
“Would you like me to stay?” Taking my hands, he watched my face. “I don’t want you to feel forced into anything with me, Alex …”
“I’m asking you to stay, Colin. Please stay the night with me?” Gripping his hands I said, “I’ve never shared a bed with anyone before this, and I’d like you to be the first …”
“I don’t want you to think …” His arms enveloped me.
“I don’t, Colin, but I know that I need you to be the man that teaches me how men make love …” Kissing his mouth gently, I whispered, “Teach me how to give you the beautiful sex you give me …”
“Then let’s go up to that bed of yours and make a start,” he whispered, his voice husky.
We undressed each other slowly. I was clumsy and awkward, but Colin was careful, gentle, tender and took his time, slowing me down with kisses and caresses whenever I rushed things or tangled something. Finally we were both naked.
In the soft light of bedside lamp, he was beautiful. This was the first time I was looking at an aroused naked man in an intimate environment and I couldn’t take my eyes off his erection, or shake my stupid embarrassment at my own being so fully on display. The stupidity of that made me nervous — after all he’d already not only seen my excited cock, but enjoyed sucking it twice!
Now he enfolded me in his arms, his mouth seeking mine as our erections met. The touch of his hard member against mine and against my stomach sent an electric thrill through me. I opened my mouth to receive his probing tongue and slipped my arms around his waist, surrendering to his kiss completely. He took control. His lips caressing my face, my neck, his teeth nibbling my ear lobes as his hands explored my body.
Lowering us to the bed, he continued his erotic exploration, leaving no part of my trembling body unkissed, untouched — even nibbling my nipples.
“Colin …” I panted as he lay on top of me. “Show me …” I stopped as his mouth covered mine, his tongue plunging deep. “Let me …” His tongue filled my mouth again. “Let me suck your …”
“Take it slowly, my love …” He straddled my chest, grinning down at me. “Explore it first. Kiss it … kiss my balls … that’s the way … now nibble …. Yes! Yes, that’s the way … now take … yes, love. Taste that precum …”
His whispered directions seemed to go directly into my brain as I explored his beautiful organ. I licked it, kissed it, savoured the swollen head as it filled my mouth. It was the most beautiful experience of my life. I sensed that he was close to cumming and gripped his shaft wrapping my lips around it, as he groaned, his hands gripping my head … and then my mouth was filling with his salty cum.
“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, as our lips parted and he licked the remnants of his own cum from mine.
Changing position, he was at my crotch, his mouth exploring my taut organ. He sent me to heaven and held me there for several minutes until with a choked cry, I thrust my hips upward, and my cock erupted.
My penis was flaccid, still tingling, but drained as he moved again, dragged the duvet over us, and pulled me face to face against his chest.
“Thank you …” I managed before his mouth silenced me with an intense kiss.
