The Secret Apartment

Cary opened his eyes, but his room was still a blur. At some point, he had lost count of how many glasses he had turned and which man he was using to lay his own spent body against.

The rattling of keys made him concentrate on waking up. Against his back, he felt another back. Ass to ass. It was Anton's. The gorgeous man slept with his arms around his lover Fred. Both of them were snoring, but not as loud as William, curled up by his feet.

Cary managed to escape that prison of bodies as gently as he could, the only one stirring was Fred. “Shh, go back to sleep. I'll take care of him.”

He knew who was making such sounds. On the hall of the apartment downtown, where only he and his friends were, the only one who would wake that early to escape the usual goodbyes and promises of another weekend in the future was Georgie. Things never changed.

This time Cary was surprised that Mitch was all dressed up too.

“Let me do it.” Mitch whispered, taking the key from George to try it on.

“If you break my key it will be quite hard to explain how we got stuck inside, all men smelling of come.” Cary said in a slow voice as if his brain still fought to wake up. “Now for Christ's sake you two, it's not even seven.” He put his hands on his waist, looking at them as if he was mad.

“Sorry, Cary. I gotta go before the wife wakes up.”

“And what's your excuse?” Cary's black eyes stared deep over Mitch.

“Just take him down. I will come back, okay?” Mitch pulled the key from the door and came swinging down the hall, kissing Cary on the corner of his lip and handing him the key. “Now be a good doll and let us out.”

“What are you up to, Mr. O'Connell?” Cary felt the beard scratching his clean face. It sent a jolt over his body, waking some sense into him. He walked to the door, one hand on George's chest. “You tell her I sent my apologies for keeping you here all night. And promise her I'll take her out one of these nights. I think it will make her less upset.”

George moved uncomfortably under his touch. The spell of last night was slipping away, at least for him. Cary let his hand there as he pushed the key in the hole and turned it. It unlocked immediately. And it was a silent business.

“There. You are free.”

George put a hand on Cary's waist and pulled him into a hug. He wasn't a man of giving hugs, but when they were sincere, they were tender and warm. Cary could feel safe in those arms. He kissed George's face.

“We all know Georgie. Don't need to explain. Just promise to come back to us.” Cary whispered in his ear. It felt quite strange to be completely naked while being held by George in his suit. The man held on to him for a little longer. He moved away after a few more seconds and Cary could feel the tension arming him up, preparing for the world outside.

He passed next to him and stood outside.

“Are you coming, Mitch?”

Mitch nodded and started on his way out but Cary's hand stopped him before he crossed.

“You are coming back.” It was not a question, but an order.

“Yes, Madam.” Mitch leaned and kissed Cary's face once more before following George. The two were silently going down the stairs under the eyes of the host.

Cary went back inside when George's hat disappeared from his vision field. He locked the door again and walked to the living room. William's guest, the young hunk, slept naked on the carpet. He didn't seem troubled at all. It was such an angelical look about his face that Cary hesitated for a moment, almost inclined to simply sit and watch him breathe in and out. He chose to move on as quietly as he managed, back in the hall until the last door. In the kitchen, he would prepare a nice coffee and see that they all had something ready to eat. Toasts and jam, eggs on the side. He picked some of the cookies from the wardrobe and left them on the small table there. The water for the coffee was still heating up as he started humming a song from a Broadway show he was working on at the moment.

“Do you need some help?”

The rough voice came from Anton, scratching his belly as he stood there naked, staring at Cary with a smile. The man was beautiful, even with his face still showing signs of a night of heavy drinking. And between his legs, that cock just looked big. Still big. Cary couldn't help but stare.

“Go back to bed. I'll wake you all up in a moment.”

“It's fine. I'm not that sleepy anymore.” The water was boiling and Anton entered the kitchen, taking over in the preparation of their coffee.

By the table, all Cary could do was stand and watch. He was enchanted by that beauty and even a bit jealous that Fred had managed to make that catch. Something on the way Anton moved without giving too much thought about anything made Cary's cock wake up too – it moved a little, growing as he turned, trying to think of his breakfast plans. But it was beyond his control. He remembered last night. The smells, the little pain of being taken, invaded, fucked. He remembered what it felt to be under and on top of that fella. He had a hard-on as he opened the jar with the jam and gave a small smirk when Tony stood next to him.

“Morning wood, I see.”

Cary laughed, one hand on Anton's strong arm.

“I have three handsome men sleeping naked in my house and one preparing me coffee. It is only natural, despite my age.” He was never one to shy away from his own desires. His touch was soon done – last night had been quite a thing, he didn't want to be pushy. He knew his friends would wake up in a mood, a mood that could last the whole day. But the newcomers, he didn't know what was their deal yet.

“Should we do something about it?”

Cary turned to look at Tony wide-eyed. Well, now he knew where that newcomer stood. And Cary was not a man to let a good opportunity go. The hand on Anton's arm moved down his body, the tip of his fingers caressing the black skin, going further down until they wrapped around the warm length that hung there, ever so inviting.

“Sit down. Let me give you a good morning proper to the standards of this house.” Cary had a cheeky smile as he dropped to his knees in front of one of the chairs which Anton was quick to sit, long and strong legs spread wide.

Cary's hand jerked that cock off. Once. Twice. It was a thing of beauty to watch it growing there in front of him. As he looked at it, he gave himself enough reasons to envy Fred for having that all for him, every day and night he wanted. He looked up from the cock to the face and he was smiling again. That face was also too handsome to be true. Lips red and full, white teeth bared as the man moaned under his touch. Cary leaned forward and tried it on his mouth, tongue swirling under the uncut skin, licking the taste of last night, of come and ass. The scent of musk invaded his lungs. He closed his eyes, mouthing over the length, taking inches down. And then more inches. The sounds coming from the mouth were the first sign of pleasure being given, but the one that really mattered was how that cock was starting to grow hard in his mouth, filling it up more and more until it stretched the corners of his lips and made him take it slow when he moved down, throat full of cock.

A hand was on his hair a moment later and Anton started guiding the rhythm and Cary followed, bobbing his head up and down, letting spit fall all over that dick, wetting it as it dominated him. Cary lost sense of time, of place, of all. He was all-in on that sucking, taking cock was all it mattered. He forgot himself, spreading his knees over the cold floor of the kitchen, his own hard cock still hard, even though unattended. His hands rested on Anton's legs, caressing them.

“Morning.” It was Fred's voice. It had to be because Cary knew that sound as if Fred was smiling. He imagined his smile even before seeing it when Anton let go of his head and he looked over his shoulder.

“Come. I'm hungry.”

Cary was taking two cocks now. One was in his hand while the other in his mouth and he would make sure to change it too, to never leave the other without enough care and wetness from his own mouth. Fred was moaning too, hard cock pushing deep. On his feet, it was easy for him to take Cary's head and shove his whole cock down Cary's throat. The actor took it all, as a good host should.

Soon the third party joined too. The youngest of them all, Stuart Avery, came in looking for someone. He seemed lost, a bit shy, but seeing the action made his cock grow hard and without any chance of inviting him into the mix, it was Fred who gave the orders.

“Come here, let Cary have a go at you. Georgie kept you all to himself last night.”

Cary saw the boy blushing as his cock was taken by hungry, warm lips. He moaned, closing his eyes, probably imagining him being someone else, but Cary couldn't care less. He took all of that young cock down his throat, slobbering all over it as he gave the boy reasons to moan. And só loud he was doing it that it was no wonder that even William woke up.

The breakfast was not even ready but Cary had all these men there. He cursed himself for being too damn horny all the time, but he didn't stop sucking dick to offer his friends something. He could see Fred serving himself some coffee when Cary was busy with other cocks. His own knees started to ache but he decided, in his mind, to only get up when he had all their come in or over himself. That he was sure he could do.

The first to take him and give him what he wanted and needed was the young man, Stuart. His fingers grabbed Cary by the hair and he shoved his cock all the way into Cary's throat. The first load was taken straight to the stomach but when Cary gagged, the boy pulled back and the second load hit him right on the forehead, splashing to the cheeks, over his eyes, now closed.

Cary was blind for a moment and he didn't know whose hands were grabbing him now, pulling him towards another dick that he took without complaining. He heard William's voice but whatever he said was lost to him. Cary could hear his own heart beating by his ear as if all the blood was being pumped to his head. Someone moaned loud by his side and he felt the wetness, the warm wetness of another load hitting him on the cheek, falling over his shoulder, his chest, his mouth. But his mouth was already full and another load was being shot. The person pulled back just a little só only his head was between Cary's lips and that meant the come was going in over his tongue. When the man pulled back, Cary tried opening his eyes. It had been Fred.

“Open your mouth, love.”

Cary did, showing the white pool of the other man's load there. Cary was pulled, somebody was kissing him, licking his tongue, getting that precious liquid out. It was hot. He figured it was William even before he saw it. When the kiss was over, Cary was laughing. He was pulled again by another hand and he felt a warm tongue sliding over the drying loads on his face.

He grabbed his own cock and started jerking off. A part of him didn't want to come just yet, but it was too hot to not do it. He was being used and cleaned and his throat hurt a bit but he loved it. He opened his eyes to see that Anton had licked him and stood there with his cock still hard as a rock.

“Last one, Cary.”

Cary nodded, opening his mouth, putting his tongue out. The man was stroking himself hard, the muscles on his arms and chest were tensing, bulging as he continued until a loud moan erupted just before the white come shot hard on his face again, leaving him dirty once more, dirty like the whore he sometimes imagined himself being.

His own load followed, all over the cold tiles of the floor. He grunted and groaned and he was sure all eyes were on him. Fuck. He loved that kind of attention. He was panting when he was done, leaning against Stuart's legs as if he was drunk on all the loads he had taken. And it was true, his head felt dizzy, light as a feather. He heard a sound coming from his stomach.

“Breakfast, boys?” He asked with a drunk chuckle, taking Fred's hand as his friend pulled him up to his feet. “Just serve yourself, hm?”

Cary walked to the sink and turned on the water. It felt cold on his hand as he let them fill a bit before he leaned over and started cleaning his face there. The sound of glasses and forks being taken filled the room that was a moment ago echoing with their moans. Now the boys laughed and talked about the memories of last night, the things that really excited them.

The come had started to get on his skin. It would need soap and a good shower to take it out but Cary didn't mean to do it just now. He tried a bit more of the cold water before he turned, water dripping from his hair, his eyelids.

“You still have some here.” Fred had licked his thumb and was rubbing it over Cary's face.

“Stop that.” Cary giggled, slapping his friend's hand away.

Fred had also a cup of coffee for him. Cary held it thankful for the warmth. He sipped a bit and took a toast for himself, taking a large bite of it before sitting down on a chair. His eyes went around the room, to all those men that had come to his apartment.

Fred and his easy smile as he watched Anton who seemed almost at home already. Cary liked the new guy. Not only for his cock, but he was good at reading people and he knew, in his guts, that Anton was a good person too. William talked to both of them, one hand scratching his balls, the other holding a glass full of coffee. William would always be a big child and Cary had a big desire to just take him and protect him, to whisper in his ear that he didn't need to prove himself, that he was not to be a second George and that was more than fine. The other had his own mistakes to deal with.

When he turned, Stuart was sitting next to him, looking him in the face with curious eyes.

“I never thought this thing would be possible.”

“I don't know if generally is.” Cary chuckled, putting his glass down and taking on a cookie. “Did you enjoy your night, Stuart?”

The boy nodded.

“If you want to come more often, you can leave me your phone and I'll make sure to invite you.”

Stuart hesitated a moment, looking down on his own hands. Things could be complicated, Cary knew they could be. It wasn't easy for him at first neither. And the boy had had an intense course in one single night. From not having experienced gay sex to having sex in a house full of horny friends. He put a hand over the boy's hand and Stuart looked up, smiling.

“That's a good idea.”

“Good boy.” He patted the boy's hand before turning back to look at his friends. They were recounting something that William did during the week, a strange case back in the forum.

All was good that weekend. And his apartment had never felt so much like home.