The Wrap Party

Bella

The five of us sat around the white circular table at the far end of the pool in our swim attire drinking, eating, conversing, while ignoring others. I’d become the hot topic of conversation. The more we drank the looser our conversations became. All the guys were curious wanting to know more about me. What life was like in the Army and South Korea? The more I revealed the more questions.

They especially wanted to know about my Korean boyfriend, how we met and how was sex between us. I created a fake name, Jin Soo, for Kim and phony units to which we were assigned; however, I was truthful about our sexual trysts. I told them how we met and things that drew us to each other.

One of the guys Paul asked, “So, is it true what I hear about Asian guys?”

“I don’t know. What do you hear?”

“They got little underdeveloped bodies, small peckers and are uncircumcised?”

“I don’t know about other Korean men, but Jin is about my height with a well-developed athletic body and he’s well-hung and circumcised,” I replied with a smile, “as well as a rather splendid looking cockhead.”

“Bigger than you?” Paul asked.

“I’ll never tell. However, I will say he’s the only guy to ever fuck me who could make me cum.”

“You the top or bottom?” Another one of the guys asked.

“We had a versatile relationship,” I replied, “but if you insist on knowing I do enjoy bottoming—with the right person. I don’t let just anyone fuck me in the ass.”

Jay interrupted with, “I’ve had my hands on Logan’s pecker. From what I could feel he goes six inches or better boned up and fairly thick, but from what I could feel he’s got an impressive cockhead.”

The guy across from me a gorgeous redhead with freckles on his chest presented succulent pink nipples. Nipples and cock I wanted to suck on. He’d remained quiet throughout the interrogation; however, from my limited experience with other ginger men I’d discovered that redheaded men have super sensitive pink nipples as well as bulbous sensitive pink cockheads. They’re also fucking remarkable in bed. I wanted to see what the redhead across from me might be packing in his trunks.

Hell, I was ready to see what all the guys were hiding in their trunks. I had no idea when the wrap party would break up or when we might get started on the sleepover party. From where I sat and what I could see they all presented perfect bodies’ ideal for a weekend of sex play. I couldn’t wait to see all of them undressed, naked and all boned up. The boys continued questioning me about one thing and then the other.

Suddenly, Robby, the rather quiet redhead asked, “So, what would be your big sexual adventure this weekend?”

“I guess having more than one guy ravage my body. Like maybe a threesome or foursome.”

“Whoa, got a player with us,” Jay said.

“Just something I’ve dreamed about for years,” I said. “And then I’d wakeup with dried cum all over my body.”

“Maybe we can make your dream come true later on,” Robby said.

I felt silly, all these guys were 19 or over, but a couple years younger than me. I sounded like and inexperienced teenage high school boy. I’d experienced some mutual masturbation and sixty-nine sessions as a teenager, but nothing like what these guys were talking about for later on that evening. My mentor Kim had taught me most of what I knew about homosexuality during our torrid year long affair in Korea. How I wished he were here to help me through the evening. Although all the guys were college guys, frat boy types, it appeared that Jay was the leader of their group.

All I knew at that point, I wanted to engage in sex with Jay and all his friends individually or as a group for as long as I could physically holdup.

Suddenly, all eyes focused on the other end of the pool. I turned my head to get a better look. There stood a gorgeous redheaded girl about 20 years old talking to Jay’s dad and some other motion picture executives. She looked familiar but I couldn’t place where I’d seen her. The little vixen grabbed my attention. My manhood began to come to life. She noticed us and made her way to our table.

“Hello all,” she said working her way around the table starting with Jay kissing everyone on the cheek and rubbing her hands all their bare chests until she got to me. “Well now, Jay you must introduce me to this delectable morsel.”

“Bella, this is my new friend Logan. Logan this is Bella.” Bella held out her hand. I took it and kissed the back of her soft hand in a gentle manner before I said, “Yes, you are. Bella is Latin for beautiful and you live up to your name.”

“My, not only handsome, but intelligent too,” Bella said. “May I sit on your lap Logan, there doesn’t appear to be anymore chairs available? A gentleman would have provided me a chair by now.”

“Certainly,” I said scooting my chair back a bit from the table.

The beautiful blonde siren took a seat on my right leg in my lap with her arm around my neck before she said, “My, you look good enough to eat Logan.” Then she kissed me on my cheek.

I didn’t know what to say or do, but I did feel my penis begin to inflate as her fingers played with my ear.

“What’re you doing later on this evening Logan?” Bella asked.

“Well, I’m supposed to,” I began to stutter, “I’m supposed to go with these guys to play cards, a card party. Yeah they invited me to their private card party after the wrap party.”

“Really, I’ve never known these guys to play cards, unless it’s strip poker,” Bella said. “They’re more into sexual rendezvous than poker. Jay, surely I’m invited to your private card party later on.”

“Sure, no problem.”

“In the meantime may I borrow your new friend for a few?”

“Sure, go for it.”

We got up as the band started to play another set of soft music. “Do you dance?” Bella asked.

“Yes.”

The beautiful girl took me in her arms and held me close with her head buried in my neck. God she smelled great. I watched others make their way to the temporary dance floor; however, the cut ups back at our table continued whispering and giggling. Of course with Bella pressed against my body my manhood began to inflate again to a semi-erect state.

As I led the dancing I was torn. Torn between my desires to indulge in sex with the four other men at our table or go to bed with the temptress in my arms. I wanted both, but was that possible?

The nymphet began to nibble on my ear. Her aroma and breath were driving me crazy with desire. Then she whispered, “To bad you have that card party later on, ‘cause I’d like to do something about that bump in your pants.”

I swallowed hard before I said, “Maybe I can excuse myself.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I’ve been to Jay’s parties before and I guarantee the boys don’t play cards. It’ll be a party you won’t soon forget.”

After she said that her mouth covered mine. I envisioned her warm moist lips engulfing the head of my cock and nursing it to fruition. As the music continued our tongues duled while our bodies ground together. I wasn’t completely queer. Before going to Korea I’d engaged in sex with women as well as men, but after I arrived in Korea and met Kim he turned me completely queer. The music stopped, our lips parted and we made our way back to the table.

When we got to the table someone had gotten a chair for Bella as well as a drink. We sat down and all the guys began to clap. Jay said, “You all are fantastic dancers and make a great couple.”

The rest of the afternoon Bella and I danced and drank getting to know each other. The more I divulged about my past the more interested she became in me. When I told her I had a boyfriend in Korea she grew more excited. For some insane reason she thought that guys engaging in sex with each other to be fucking hot. She couldn’t get enough and wanted to hear more.

She wanted to know how kinky I’d been during my life. Had I ever used any sex toys or drugs to enhance sex? I made a bold move asking, “So, you ever been to bed with any of the guys at the table?”

“Yeah.”

Who’s the hottest in bed?” I asked.

“Robby,” she said, although not the biggest he is a hot fucker in bed.”

Our conversation continued and soon the afternoon turned to evening. By dark most of the quests were gone. The caterers had cleaned up and put the left over food away in the kitchen before the wrap party concluded. The caterers would return on Monday to dismantle the remaining items.

I asked Jay when and where the party was to be. He said that after his dad and his entourage departed everyone would move to his bedroom upstairs. Jay’s dad and date were flying to Acapulco for the rest of the weekend with other film executives, so the house would be ours for the weekend.

Suddenly, silence with only six young people left around the pool. Jay led the way upstairs to his bedroom: a room that by many size standards would qualify as my apartment. As we toured Jay’s oversize bedroom I was overcome by the size of the room as well as his circular king size bed and a couple of love seats around the room. The bedroom came with a full entertainment center and huge bathroom. In the elegant bathroom there was a huge two people Roman bathtub as well as shower stall.

Standing in the oversize room Jay reminded everyone, more for me than others, of the house rules. “There’re plenty of enema kits to use for anal douches located in the bathroom. The poppers and other chemicals as well as plenty of lubricants and condoms are on the dresser.”

Jay’s steadfast rule: anyone engaging in anal sex must clean their rectum with an enema and use condoms, no exceptions. Last but not least Paul produced the high-grade marijuana while Jay brought out the super bong.

Jay and Paul set up the bong. After it was setup Bella and I were given the honor of the first two hits. After Bella took a hit I took a deep hit, held it for a couple minutes and then exhaled. Bella and I did the same again before the bong began its journey around the room. After a couple passes around the room everyone began to get a buzz. With swim attire and clothing off all of us were nude.

Even though a little high I stood there in awe looking at the other guys and Bella all nude: all presenting with bodies to die for. I’d never experienced anything like this before, but was ready to give it a shot. I’d heard some of the wild tales about Hollywood parties; however, this was not a work of fiction, everything that evening was real. Then Robby reminded me about my fantasy that I’d shared earlier with him and the guys.