Come Play: An Erotica Charity Anthology

by Quin Perin

  Zac waited, but nothing more was forthcoming. “You’re not gonna give any clues as to what I’m gonna find in there, are you?”

  Chris simply smiled and rang the doorbell.

  He sighed. “All this enigmatic shit is—” Anything else he’d been about to say died in his throat at the sight of the naked man wearing a collar and a metal cage on his dick who opened the door.

  Hoo boy.

  The man bowed his head. “Welcome, gentlemen. My masters ask that you join them in the garden for drinks.” They stepped into the cool interior, and he closed the door behind them. “Please, leave your bags here. I will see that they are taken to the cottage.”

  Zac and Chris followed him through the house, into a large, airy space filled with comfortable-looking couches and thick rugs, and through that into the covered back porch where doors led to the rear garden.

  Chris headed for a tall, distinguished man standing in the middle of the lawn. The man greeted them both with a warm smile. “Chris! It’s been way too long. And you must be Zac.” All around them stood men of differing heights and builds, drinking what looked like lemonade. Another naked man brought them glasses.

  Chris gave the host a hug. “Looking good, Matt. Early retirement obviously agrees with you.” His eyes twinkled. “That is, if you really have retired.”

  Matt flushed. “God, you know me too well. I fully intended taking a back seat and letting Jake run the company, but you know me….” He extended a hand to Zac. “It really is good to meet a friend of Chris’s. I know you’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend.”

  “That’s what Chris says,” Zac admitted, shaking Matt’s hand. “He just doesn’t tell me what that fun will entail.” He aimed a mock glare at Chris.

  Matt laughed. “Well, let me clarify the main points. You’re here as an observer. You are under no obligation to participate.” Matt’s eyes gleamed. “Unless you want to. You wouldn’t be the first guest to change his mind once he got into the swing of things.” His face lit up as another man joined them. “Allow me to introduce my husband, Jake.”

  Zac noticed the age difference immediately. Jake couldn’t be more than thirty, whereas Matt had to be in his late forties or early fifties. Jake kissed Matt’s cheek, then extended a hand to Zac.

  “Glad you could be here.” He grinned at Chris. “And you. Where the hell have you been? Please tell me we get to play with you today. It’s been too damn long.” His gaze flickered to Zac, and his eyes gleamed. “And you, gorgeous. You’re included in that invite too.”

  Zac stiffened, but he needn’t have worried. Chris’s arm was at his back, a comforting touch. “We’re not playing today, Jake.”

  “Which he knows full well,” Matt added. “Jake just can’t resist a pretty face, can you?” He gave Chris a knowing smile. “Plus, he’s got a thing about that anaconda you keep in your pants. You know Jake and big dicks.”

  Chris laughed. “The anaconda is in hibernation for now.”

  Zac was torn between gratitude that Chris had his back, and curiosity. He’d only felt Chris’s erect cock in his crack, but now he sure as hell wanted to see it.

  Matt glanced at his watch. “If you two go and freshen up, by the time you get back here, we should be ready to start.” He addressed the assembled guests. “Gentlemen. It’s time.”

  Chris tugged on Zac’s arm. “Come on. Let’s do as Matt says.”

  “You know where we’ll be, right?” Jake said with a grin.

  Chris waved him off, laughing. They walked back into the house and through it, Zac’s mind mulling over what Matt had said.

  What in the hell am I going to walk into here?

  The gravel crunched beneath their feet as they approached the front door once more, only this time it stood ajar, as though waiting for them. Zac took a deep breath.

  “Do I look okay?” He hadn’t expected to find a change of clothing laid out for them, especially the leather harness. He had to admit the tight shorts fitted him perfectly, even though they revealed a lot more of his ass than he’d ever shown before. The sleeveless vest showed a lot of his chest, and Chris had made a point of pulling the fabric aside to brush his fingers over Zac’s nipple, making him shudder.

  But Lord, how Chris looked when he’d emerged from the bathroom…

  He wore a snug leather harness, but what got Zac’s attention was the mat of salt-and-pepper hair that covered his broad chest. Zac had an overwhelming urge to rake his fingers through that hair, and he couldn’t stop staring.

  “You look great,” Chris assured him. “You’re gonna get a lot of looks, because baby, what those shorts do for your ass….”

  Zac swallowed, unsure how he felt about strangers ogling his butt.

  Chris grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Remember what I said last time? If it gets too much, just say Red and I’ll get you out of there.”

  “One clue, please?” Zac didn’t want it to be too much of a shock to the system.

  Chris sighed. “All right then. Most of those guests you saw just now? They are going to be fucking each other’s brains out, all over the house, and in many different ways. We are talking a lot of sex, and virtually all of it is going to be fucking hot. That’s all you need to know.” He grinned. “What’s your record for the number of orgasms in one day? Because prepare to break it.”

  Before Zac could think of a single reply, Chris led him by the hand into the house. And before he’d taken as many as five steps into the living area, Zac was sucked down once more into Wonderland.

  On one of the couches, two guys were making out, both wearing just shorts, their hands out of sight as they worked each other’s dicks. From the eager way they kissed, Zac got the feeling they’d been waiting a while for this encounter. He stood a few feet away, watching them touch and caress each other, loving the soft moans and sensuous noises that poured from them.

  “Good start?” Chris asked.

  Zac could only nod.

  “Then how about we go for a stroll and see what else is going on. Because trust me, these two are going to be the most vanilla thing you’ll see here.” He led Zac off to the right, into what appeared to be a media room. A huge TV screen dominated the room, but that wasn’t what drew Zac’s attention. In the far corner, one man was kneeling, naked, while another was slowly and carefully knotting ropes around his body. They worked in silence, and the overall effect was one of peace.

  “Have you ever seen Shibari?” Chris asked him.

  Zac shook his head, entranced by the rapport between the couple.

  “It’s truly intricate rope bondage, and it’s beautiful to watch. I’ve seen more than one guy fall asleep while he was being tied up, because it can be really relaxing.”

  Zac wanted to see more, but the lure of what else awaited them around the next corner was too strong. A thought occurred to him, and he had to say something.

  “What about drugs?” Not that he’d seen any drug use, but he needed to know.

  “No drugs allowed here,” Chris told him. “At least not during the day. You may find guys using a little weed after, while they’re chilling out. But the only thing you’ll see around here is poppers. Ever used ’em?” When Zac shook his head, Chris smiled. “They come in useful during certain… activities.”

  Now Zac was dying to know which activities.

  He followed Chris to the patio doors, and out onto a wooden deck. Four or five guys were congregated around a large paddling pool, like the kind kids played in, only bigger.

  A paddling pool?

  Zac stepped down off the deck and walked over to the group. No one paid him any attention. They were too engrossed in their own activities. He took a step closer.

  One guy was on all fours in the pool, while another was fucking him, except…

  Zac stilled. The guy fucking him was… pissing into the kneeling guy’s hole, then aiming his cock and driving it all the way in. A third guy was standing over them, hosing them down with his dick. The last two faced
each other, one kneeling, one standing, and the standing guy was pissing all over his playmate, some of which was making its way into his open mouth, clearly on purpose.

  Oh my God.

  Then Zac peered into the pool, and turned to Chris, stunned. “Are they paddling in what I think they’re paddling in?”

  Chris chuckled. “Welcome to your first piss pool.”

  Zac was trying to find the words. “Have you ever….?”

  Chris snickered. “I’ve been piss-fucked a few times. Not my favorite pastime, I’ll be honest, but the guy I was with really got off on it, and that was what mattered at the time.” He cocked his head to one side. “Not your thing?”

  It was so far from being Zac’s thing that he couldn’t truly express his feelings without offending the participants. “Not really,” he said finally.

  Chris bit back a smile. “That’s okay. It’s not for everyone. But I guarantee you’ll find something here that will light that fuse of yours.” Then his grin finally materialized. “Oh. If you need to pee? Just go in there, rather than finding a bathroom. That is, if you’re up for it….”

  Dear Lord.

  He held out his hand. “Wanna check out the action at the pool?”

  Zac nodded and took Chris’s hand.

  The pool sounded a safer option than the paddling pool.

  Five

  “Sweet Jesus, two of them?”

  Chris was feeling very pleased with himself.

  As soon as Matt had called to invite him to the party, he knew inviting Zac along was a foregone conclusion. The event was perfect for him. And the fact that it meant Chris would spend more time with him wasn’t to be sniffed at either.

  Chris had to admit, he really liked being around Zac. He’d worried at first that the younger man would get the wrong idea, and make assumptions about where these meetings were headed, but thankfully, Zac seemed to have his head screwed on all right. Not that Chris didn’t find him attractive. Far from it. But Chris wasn’t a relationships kinda guy. He liked things nice and open and fluid, and so far, Zac appeared to be of the same mindset.

  Thank God.

  But that first night, when Zac had creamed his hand… Fuck, that had been hotter than hell. Chris hoped for an opportunity to witness Zac coming again. And again. Because just watching him climax had brought Chris to the edge, and as for the party, sliding his cock through Zac’s crease had been pretty damn amazing.

  The only issue? Chris had had a taste and he wanted more.

  “So let me guess. Swimming pool sex is next?”

  Zac’s teasing question brought him back into the moment. Chris pointed to the stone steps that led up the hill to the pool.

  “Never makes unnecessary assumptions,” he said in a mysterious tone, and Zac snickered.

  As they crested the hill, there was the pool, all the loungers spread out around it, with deep blue parasols covering some of them. Sure enough, there was activity. In the pool, two guys floated on large inflatable pizza slices, lazily playing with each other’s dicks as they moved slowly across the surface of the water.

  What caught Chris’s eyes, however, were the two men by the wooden fence that separated the pool from the forest that bordered the property. One was naked, kneeling, facing the fence, his hands tied to the top railing. He was blond and slim, his back wide, tapering to a narrow waist before swelling into a truly gorgeous ass. The other was a spectacular specimen of a man, a hot daddy with muscles laid on muscles, wearing a leather kilt. In his hand was a flogger that he wielded with ease, bringing its leather tongues down onto the kneeling guy’s shoulders and back. Sometimes they landed with a soft thud, at others with a whisper as he trailed them over the already reddened skin. The daddy’s back glistened with sweat as he worked the flogger, and Chris watched his muscles rippling, how his biceps tightened each time he lifted the flogger high into the air.

  The hitch in Zac’s breathing told Chris he wasn’t the only one to be affected by the scene before them. Chris snuck a peek at him. Zac was rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on the men, one hand slowly stroking his obvious erection that strained against the tight shorts.

  Chris edged in closer. “Want a hand with that?”

  Zac turned those pale blue eyes on him, and Chris couldn’t miss the hunger there. “Please,” he whispered.

  Chris popped the button, then lowered the zipper. “I had something I wanted to do, but you’re too hard, so I guess we need to deal with this first.” He slipped his hand under the fabric, his fingers meeting hard, hot, silken flesh. Chris curled his fingers around Zac’s cock and freed it, pumping it, noting how Zac’s hips got into the act. Chris put his arm around Zac’s waist to steady him, before finding his own rhythm, using the precome that was already present to slick up the shaft.

  “Listen to the sounds he’s making,” Zac said in a low voice, his gaze locked on the kneeling guy. “Like he wants it so much.” He shivered as Chris tightened his grip on his dick, adding his own soft cries of pleasure when Chris picked up a little speed. When the daddy lowered his flogger to the ground and lifted up his kilt, Zac moaned. “Oh, God, he’s gonna fuck him.”

  Sure enough, the daddy grabbed the kneeling guy by the hips, and hoisted his ass up into the air, revealing a black plug in his hole.

  “Someone is ready for a fucking,” Chris noted, his own breathing quickening as he divided his attention between the daddy with the thick curved cock, and Zac’s cut dick that fit perfectly in Chris’s hand. He smeared more precome over the rigid shaft, then pumped it, Zac pushing up to meet the motions of his hand.

  In front of them, the daddy carefully removed the fat plug, before plunging his meaty cock into the younger man’s glistening dark pink hole. His creamy skin glowed in the sunshine, only to be obscured in shadow as the daddy plowed into him, hips snapping, their bodies jolted by the impact.

  “Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard,” the blond guy cried out, arching his back. The daddy responded by grabbing him by the shoulders, anchoring himself as he drove his dick deep.

  Chris couldn’t help noticing that Zac’s hips were moving in time to the daddy’s thrusts, his shivers increasing. When the daddy gave a full body shudder, pulling the guy back onto his cock, Chris knew it was all over. Seconds later, the blond’s cum coated the railings, and the older man clung to him, his chest pressed up against the blond man’s back.

  Chris timed his tugs to match Zac’s hips, and it wasn’t long before Zac stiffened, shooting his load over the grass. Chris held onto him, feeling the tremors that shook him. He waited until Zac was still once more, then wrapped his arms around Zac’s slim frame and held him upright, kissing him on his neck and cheeks.

  Zac looped his arms around Chris’s neck and returned the kisses, his cock soft, hanging from his shorts. Chris dropped to his knees and reached into his jeans pocket for the thin piece of leather cord he’d brought along. He tied it around the base of Zac’s dick and balls, not too tight, but enough that it would do as a makeshift cock ring when Zac got hard again.

  Because Zac was going to get hard again, and in a very short space of time. Chris had no doubts about that.

  Zac was feeling limp and extremely content. The concept of guys spending a weekend together with the sole purpose of getting their rocks off was certainly new to him, but what surprised him more was that no one minded having observers. Then he thought about it. Watching guys fuck got his motor running—why shouldn’t some guys get off on the idea of people watching them fuck?

  Talk about a symbiotic relationship.

  “I could do with some water,” he said as they left the pool, where the two guys on the inflatables had begun a slow, lazy fuck that looked like heaven.

  “Me too. There are bottles of water back at the house.” Chris led the way down the steps. “Plus, you’ll get to see what else is going on.”

  Zac laughed. “I doubt I’m gonna see anything that beats the piss pool.” He hadn’t expected to find the flogging so erotic, but wat
ching how the blond guy reacted to the slightest touch of those soft leather tongues on his flesh… Zac had already made up his mind to ask Chris where they could go on a regular basis to see that taking place. There had to clubs, right? For God’s sake, they lived in New York.

  Chris snorted. “Don’t be too sure. You haven’t seen the playroom yet.”

  “The—okay, what the hell is the playroom?”

  Chris’s eyes glittered. “It’s where Matt and Jake keep their toys.”

  Now, that got Zac’s imagination going. “I wanna see,” he demanded.

  Chris chuckled. “We’ve got plenty of time. It’s pretty much nonstop fucking all day and night here. Tomorrow is when everyone chills out by the pool.”

  “Then I don’t wanna miss a thing.” Zac had no idea when he might get such an opportunity again.

  They walked around the back of the house and entered through the rear porch doors. The guys in the piss pool had gone from five to three, and a three-way was in progression.

  Zac really didn’t see the appeal.

  Inside the house, the air was cooler. Chris went into the kitchen where bottles of water sat in ice buckets on the counter tops, along with trays of watermelon and mango, strawberries and grapes. He grabbed a couple of bottles, then indicated the staircase on the left of the airy living area. “The playroom is upstairs.”

  Zac followed him up the wooden stairs to a landing. They stood in a long hallway with many doors leading off it. Chris pointed to one door, and gestured for Zac to enter.

  Zac’s heartbeat raced a little as he pushed open the door and peeked inside.

  Oh Lord.

  The far end of the room was covered in shelving, and every shelf had a wide selection of dildos, vibrators and prostate massagers. Then he took a closer look.

  “Oh my God, that looks amazing.” Some of the dildos were extremely intricate, looking for all the world like sculptures of alien genitalia. Fuck. What must that feel like when it’s inside you?

  Zac knew one thing. He did not want to find out.