The Wrap Party

by Robby Redds

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The hot breath bathing my left ear and back of my neck surprised me, but I welcomed it. Silky hands began roaming over my body and then began to slither beneath the waistband of my swimming trunks filled me with desire. A muffled whisper into my left ear asked, “Wonder what I’ll find in here?”

Velvet finger tips snaked towards my stiffening member. My body began to shudder under his stealthy touch. The feeling of those soft finger tips touching my manhood made me jump a little onto the balls of my feet. I let out a hushed gasp, reeling with anticipation as his hands began to gently caress my genitals. With his warm body pressing against my backside I let my body relax into the embrace. In this position I could feel a nice size erection tantalize my ass crack.

Suddenly, Jay’s satiny finger tips made contact with the spongy sensitive head of my engorged manhood. Again, I began to wobble, letting out inaudible gasps.

“My oh my, this thing is most impressive,” Jay whispered while he gingerly began running his fingers up and down the length of my cock and over my cockhead. His fingertip began circling the sensitive coronal ring of my glans while his thumb rubbed over the top of my cockhead before he uttered, “Nice texture.” His forefinger found its way beneath the cockhead to the frenulum area of my penis. I cooed with delight begging him not to stop.

“That thing pressing into the crack of my ass is impressive too,” I said as the soft touches of Jay’s finger tips continued caressing my hard cock.

“Would you like to try it?” Jay whispered. His breath hotter than ever. “Cause I’d sure like to taste what I’ve got in my hands.”

Standing behind me with both hands buried inside my swim trunks stroking my junk, his is soft voice cooing in my ear, is how I ended up in bed hours later with my boss’s 21 year old son, Jay.

 

I’d been working for Jay’s father as his assistant for about six months. Although I’d heard Jay’s father speak in glowing terms about his son during that time and seen photos of him around the office I’d never met him face-to-face until a couple hours prior when I arrived early for the production company’s wrap party. I must admit when his father introduced us that day in June 1970s I was more than a little smitten. Jay’s charming personality and breathtaking looks overwhelmed me. I wanted him.

I wanted him so much that I had to conceal my lust for him during our introduction by hiding a burgeoning hard on with my hands clasp in front of my crotch. The impressive hunk had been on my radar since the initial introduction. As we fooled around in the pool that morning before the majority of guests arrived we engaged in small talk and touching getting better acquainted.

While we flirted and splashed around the pool our eyes searched each other’s bodies. I focused on his perfect well-developed pecs with succulent pink nipples. A body I desired, but remembering the father son relationship, and the fact that his father was my boss, I had to exercise caution.

After serving my obligatory two years in the military Jay’s father’s company hired me a year ago right after my release from active service. The owner took immediate interest in me. Soon the owner became my mentor in the film production business. My rapid rise from obscurity in the mailroom to becoming Mr. Smith’s right hand man caused quite a stir in the company. There were hushed rumors and suspicions as well as mutual contempt from other employees who thought they more qualified for the position than me.

Speculation among employees rumored that the single Mr. Smith might be looking for a handsome new boy toy. I thought about that as I stood there in the shadows of the cabana letting Jay continue to caress my body. If anything I wanted Jay, not his father. With Jay concealed in darkness behind me his warm breath and hushed words continued to torment me. I was putty in his hands and he knew it.

“You ever been fucked by another guy?” He whispered gently nudging my ass crack with his hard member.

“Yeah,” is all I could squeak out.

Then Jay whispered, “Because from where I stand seems like maybe you want it again—right now.”

 One of Jay’s hands played with my hard protruding nipple while the other remained inside my swim wear. I wanted Jay to pull my trunks down to my ankles, bend me over and fuck me right there and then in the seclusion of the cabana.

The athletic college student home on summer vacation had me worked into lustful frenzy. I was ready to do whatever he wanted. Jay continued playing with my nipple making my dick grow harder with each second. My boyfriend Kim and I, whom I met almost immediately after arriving at my new duty station in South Korea, became more than colleagues during my 19 months in South Korea.

Kim introduced me to Korean martial arts where I began taking classes at his dojang during my off duty time. We both became attracted to each other, but we had to be careful do to positions we held in the US Army and ROK Army. As far as our colleagues were concerned we were simply martial arts buddies as well as linguistics students who studied together, so it was not uncommon for us to be seen together. In a matter of weeks we became sexually involved.

My new Korean friend discovered my nipples to be one of my erogenous zones. On our first get together Kim played with and sucked on my nipples for over an hour while kissing around my neck and chest. He then eased his finger inside my rectum, finding my “P” spot. With a few fleet finger movements he made me cum all over my chest like a preadolescent teen. One of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever produced. He then rubbed the milky fluid over my nipples before licking them clean. That made me cum again.

Kim introduced me to many different satisfying sexual acts between men. Visions of Kim and I together danced in my head as Jay’s hot mouth moved around my ear, kissing my neck area, making me squirm and groan with pleasure. It was the Kim experience all over again.

“Oh my you’re leaking,” Jay whispered as he continued playing with the spongy head of my cock.

As I turned my head back towards Jay’s mouth to accept his tongue Jay’s dad began calling for him. Suddenly, we both stood up straight looking at his dad from our position of concealment talking to a couple with what appeared to be a 19 to 20 year boy with them. “Got go,” Jay said. “Be right back—wait here.”

The couple looked familiar but not the boy. Jay hustled over to where his dad was for introductions. I’m sure Jay’s manhood had not fully deflated, but at least the trunks were not wet. The two boys seemed to know each other. I saw the boy lick his lips somewhat seductively as he and Jay spoke, while his parents suggested he go with Jay and have fun.

In a matter of minutes both young men were in the cabana where Jay introduced the new guy, “Logan, this is my friend, Billy. I’ve known him a few years. His parents are friends of my parents, both actors in the film and television industry.”

“Glad to meet you Logan,” Billy said.

“Likewise,” I replied.

I felt a sense of jealousy sweep over me. Since meeting Jay I wanted him all to myself, but it appeared I may be forced to compete or at least share his body with Billy. Before I could think of anything else to say Billy and Jay kissed. One of those soulful kisses full of tongue as they pulled each other into a close body embrace. I stood there in awe not knowing what to do or say.

“Shuck them street clothes baby and get into your swim trunks Billy,” Jay instructed after breaking the clinch.

I watched Billy undress. What a fantastic body. Once he was in his trunks we all headed to the pool where we began splashing and playing. Over the next hour more guests arrived, some with young people. The young people gathered in the pool with us while the adults drank and talked shop. After an hour or so, around noon, the caterers sat up the food line. We all got out of the pool to run through the buffet line for food and then congregated at the far end of the pool to eat and visit.

Jay and I sat at one of the tables with Billy and two other boys who appeared to be friends with Jay. I could only speculate that they all had something in common, sex with each other. At the table they talked openly about the sleepover past and the one planned for that night and rest of the weekend. Jay turned and asked me, “You wanna come to the party?”

“Sure,” I replied listening to the others whisper and giggle.

Although the other boys were curious about me I sensed the whispers and giggles might be about me and my sexuality. How I might be hung or how I might be in bed. I was the outsider; the person they knew nothing about, but they all sure wanted to get to know me better.

The sleepover would take place at Jay’s house after the party. From conversation I assumed it to be a sex filled event. I resigned to the fact that I would not be alone with Jay for the night. Instead, I would share him with the others. I could only fantasize about the sex party as I sat there eating, drinking and conversing with the others. Whatever the plans for later on, or about what might take place had my full attention and I wanted to be included in the weekend event.

by Robby Redds

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