I pointed to the box which he grabbed. ‘Leave me a few,’ Moby insisted.
The Greek handed him some, then seemed to get a bit distracted watching us. Someone called out for him from the other room. ‘Don’t fuck him yet,’ he instructed Moby as he hurried out. ‘I wanna watch, then have my turn at him.’
It was very presumptuous—the idea that I could just be passed on to whoever happened to wander into my bedroom—but also very sexy. A few minutes later, SmartArse marched in with their pile of clothes. ‘You never came back for these,’ he accused me petulantly but his pique melted away as he watched us, and when I signalled him over, he had his cock in my face in a flash.
Then the Greek returned, and he and Moby decided they would take it in turns to fuck me while I sucked on SmartArse. We’d only just got going when the buzzer sounded, and then again only a few minutes later. After a while, I kind of lost track of how many times the apartment doorbell chimed and someone else arrived. There was no way I could stop what I was doing and answer it. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came in four great shuddering spasms. ‘Shoot on my chest,’ I encouraged Moby and the Greek, but SmartArse wasn’t having that.
He started pushing me off the bed and protesting, ‘No, no, don’t do that. Don’t waste it. Fuck me instead. Fuck me. It’s my turn.’
SmartArse gave me another shove and I almost fell off the bed. I turned on him to protest, but he was preoccupied, wriggling onto his back, lifting his legs in the air, and begging to be fucked. The Greek and Moby were rearing to oblige. It was as if I was no longer in the room. As I sat there on the edge of the bed, my eyes fell on that neat little pile of clothes SmartArse had deposited on the floor, just a couple of feet away. I reached forward and picked up SmartArse’s Abercrombie tee shirt. I used it to wipe the cum and sweat off myself, then re-folded it neatly and returned it to the pile.
SmartArse was carrying on as if he was in a revival church, and now that I’d come, his physical charms had waned considerably for me. I didn’t want to watch, didn’t even want to be in the same room as him. I stood up, located my underwear and slipped it on. I decided I’d better investigate what was happening in the living room. The buzzer had gone off an awful lot. But I was hoping it was just the same person buzzing impatiently because I wasn’t there to answer the door. As I hurried out of the bedroom, I bumped into someone heading for the bathroom. We collided with some force, our heads knocking together. ‘Jesus,’ he exclaimed, and the voice was accented and somewhat familiar.
I rubbed my head, then looked up to glare at this idiot. It was Alejandro.
‘You?’ I gasped in amazement. ‘What the fuck are you doing here?’
‘I was invited to an orgy by CSI,’ he replied loftily, ‘and now I understand everything. That is you, yes?’
There was no denying it. I nodded. ‘But I didn’t invite you,’ I said quickly. ‘My friend must’ve done it. I guess he saw you marked in my …’
I trailed off. It was too incriminating to complete the sentence.
‘As one of your favourites,’ Alejandro smiled triumphantly. ‘Oh Stephen, you still miss me.’
I ignored that remark. ‘Anyway, what are you doing accepting invitations to sex parties when you want to be faithful to your boyfriend?’
‘I was curious to meet this CSI who insulted me,’ Alejandro explained.
‘So, you took your clothes off?’
Alejandro was naked and I’d noticed as we talked, that his cock had been hardening. ‘Of course,’ he shrugged. ‘I do not want to be the odd one out. But I have done nothing yet.’
For a moment, we stood there in silence, just gazing at one another. Alejandro rubbed his forehead. ‘That hurt before. You have a hard head.’
‘Yours is hard too,’ I replied, dropping my eyes meaningfully.
He laughed and his eyes ran over my body with a familiar intent. Then, suddenly the Asian muscle boy we’d invited over walked through from the living room, looking for the bathroom. He brushed past us but the appearance of another new arrival reminded me that I needed to investigate who else had turned up and what was happening in my living room. I excused myself from Alejandro but he surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me tenderly on the forehead where we’d bumped together. ‘Better?’ he asked gently.
I nodded. It was sweet and I would’ve liked to have lingered there with him, but the sound effects from the living room were making me imagine that the fifteen guys Whopper had promised HotBloke had actually turned up. As I hurried off, Alejandro gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.
However, when I walked into the living room, thankfully there only seemed to be two other new guys. Whopper was leaning against the wall, having his cock sucked by a new blond guy whose face I couldn’t see. He in turn was being fucked by Butch-Bitch. The other new guy was Toolbox2010, someone I’d sent a message to on Gaydar weeks ago, though he’d never replied. I was amazed to find him sitting on my living room floor naked, jerking off as he watched the others go at it. He was late-thirties, hairy chest, muscles, unshaven. Fornicasian returned, walked over to him and began to fondle his chest. I was thinking I might like to join them when the apartment doorbell rang.
That startled me. I was certain that the intercom hadn’t gone off in the last five minutes which meant it was someone from within the building. Was it a neighbour? Could they hear what was going on? I realised that I should have put on some music to mask the incriminating noises. I dashed over to the door and peered through the spy hole. I was relieved to find it was only GymHotJock from upstairs. I opened the door a couple of inches and said hello.
‘Oh, it’s you,’ he said. ‘I thought it must’ve been, though the number seemed wrong. I’m here for “the party”.’
Reluctantly, I swung the door open. I didn’t like the guy but he was on the Body Corporate. If I refused him entry, I could imagine the consequences. At least if he came in and took part, he was complicit.
‘My, my,’ he muttered as he took in the spectacle. ‘When I asked you to keep me informed of goings-on in the building, I never imagined something like this.’
‘It finishes in half an hour,’ I said firmly. ‘It’s strictly safe sex and you’re responsible for your own clothes and possessions.’
‘Half an hour?’ GymHotJock looked stricken and started flinging off his clothes.
While I’d been busy at the door, Alejandro had been enticed into the three-way. He was now fucking Butch-Bitch. He caught me looking, shrugged guiltily and beckoned me over, but I gave him a wave of dismissal. Whopper also noticed me watching them and gave me the thumbs up. I didn’t reciprocate or even smile. I was annoyed with him. When I’d left him alone at my computer, he’d clearly gone through my Favourites and sent messages to anyone he liked the look of. Alejandro, GymHotJock, Toolbox were all listed there. I wasn’t comfortable with what was unfolding in my apartment, but what could I do? If I tried to break up the party, things could get hostile. I knew it would be a lot easier to get rid of everyone once they had come.
The condom box was on the floor alongside Alejandro. I retrieved a handful and took them over to the other group. GymHotJock was sucking Toolbox, who was playing with Fornicasian’s arse. ‘You might need these later,’ I said gruffly, drawing their attention to them.
Toolbox looked me up and down. ‘Thanks,’ he grinned. ‘This your place?’
I nodded.
‘Great apartment.’
‘Mine’s better,’ GymHotJock insisted. ‘I’m higher up, face north and I own mine.’
Toolbox frowned. ‘Nice view,’ he remarked, staring at me.
GymHotJock began to boast about his own view, but then Toolbox pushed him aside and stood up. He beckoned me closer. I obeyed and he pulled me into a kiss. I was aware that GymHot’s monologue halted mid-sentence. However, when I glanced over at him a few moments later, he was being consoled by Fornicasian, who was sucking his cock. I was becoming quite lost in my embrace with Toolbox, when someone
started curtly calling for my attention. ‘Hey, hey.’
Irritated, I broke away from Toolbox, wondering what new problem I had to deal with. But in fact, it wasn’t me that was required. SmartArse, now fully dressed, was trying to get his boyfriend’s attention. He was standing alongside him, his face like thunder, no doubt due to the large damp streaks across the front of his tee shirt. He’d obviously been in the bathroom sponging off what I’d done to his tee shirt. SmartArse tapped Butch-Bitch on the shoulder. ‘We’re leaving,’ he announced, shooting a glare at me. ‘This party is a shambles. It’s so disorganised. There’s nothing to clean up with and someone used my tee shirt as a cum towel!’
‘Yeah, yeah, in a minute,’ Butch-Bitch panted, in-between thrusts, ‘I’m in the middle of something here.’
A truer word was never spoken. Butch-Bitch was literally in the middle—he was fucking the blond guy while Alejandro serviced him from behind. SmartArse, however, was in no mood to wait and began to berate his boyfriend about leaving instantly. Toolbox and I stood back and watched, amused. Finally, incensed by his boyfriend’s non-compliance, SmartArse pushed Alejandro off Butch-Bitch. Anger flared in Alejandro’s face and he began to swear in Spanish, but SmartArse was unperturbed. He gave Alejandro a snooty look, turned his back on him and ordered Butch-Bitch to get dressed.
Alejandro was furious. He pulled the condom off his cock, tossed it into a nearby pot plant, and swore again. Meanwhile, Butch-Bitch had succumbed to his boyfriend’s insistence, abandoned the blond guy and was reluctantly dressing. Alejandro took a step towards them and for a moment, I thought he was going to pick a fight with SmartArse. But instead he just stood behind him, displaying himself to Butch-Bitch and jerking his cock with a serious measured stroke. Butch-Bitch gazed at him longingly, then shook his head and sat down to put his shoes on. SmartArse leant over to talk to his boyfriend and they conferred together in low voices. Moments before it happened, I realised what Alejandro was going to do. I recognised that look coming over his face. The back of SmartArse’s tee shirt was an inviting expanse of unsullied blue cotton. Alejandro took a staggering step closer to SmartArse, then gasped, ‘Oh man, I’m gonna shoot.’
Everyone turned to watch. The first spurt erupted across the back of SmartArse’s tee shirt, in the manner of a Jackson Pollock painting. SmartArse turned, alarmed, and the look on his face was priceless as a second spurt splashed down the front of his jeans. The final squirt was far less powerful: it dribbled all over SmartArse’s Nike shoes.
‘Oh yeah,’ someone muttered. ‘Wow.’
Initially, SmartArse simply looked stunned, but then fury began to flood his face. ‘Sorry dude,’ grinned Alejandro. ‘When I blow, I have no control.’
‘You did that deliberately,’ SmartArse accused him shrilly.
Alejandro shrugged. ‘Your boyfriend told me that he wants me to come over him. You got in the way.’
Butch-Bitch clambered to his feet. He was hypnotised by Alejandro’s handiwork and the state of his boyfriend’s garments. ‘Wow, you really shoot a lot. Man, I wish you’d done that over my chest.’
That remark was perhaps a little insensitive. It certainly riled SmartArse, who elbowed Butch-Bitch viciously. ‘Get some tissues. Clean it off me.’
But Butch-Bitch became a little defiant. He began to stroke himself. ‘You had your fun before, now it’s my turn. Just let me look at it for a sec,’ he pleaded, ‘and let me come. It looks so hot and I’m real close. Then I’ll clean it off.’
SmartArse was incredulous. ‘You what?’
But before he could remonstrate further, the blond boy had pushed him out of the way and was kneeling at Butch-Bitch’s feet, pumping out his chest. ‘Do it over me mate. Shoot all over me.’
SmartArse was fuming. He started to snap something back at his boyfriend, when he became aware that everyone had stopped what they were doing. They were all watching him. His eyes darted around the room, then fell upon me. ‘This party is an absolute shambles,’ he upbraided me and stormed off to the bathroom.
Once he was gone, Butch-Bitch waved Alejandro over urgently and the two of them began to kiss. Within a minute, Butch-Bitch began to come. Once he was done, he apologised for his boyfriend, then asked Blondie and Alejandro for their Gaydar names. ‘Quick, before he comes back. I’ll message you. We’ll do it again another time.’
With the entertainment over, Toolbox and I got back to what we’d started. A few minutes later, Butch-Bitch called out ‘goodbye’ and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him and SmartArse leave. They’d only been gone a few minutes, when the intercom sounded. I figured they’d probably forgotten something but I had no intention of letting that petulant brat back into my apartment. ‘Hey you gonna get that mate?’ Whopper called out to me.
‘Everyone I invited is here,’ I replied in an icy voice.
Whopper looked a little sheepish and I went back to kissing Toolbox. But then I noticed Whopper hurrying across to the intercom, and I darted after him. When I caught up with him, he was talking to a young guy on the video screen. I didn’t like the look of him. He was pale, skinny, and seemed kind of out of it. He kept mumbling that he was ‘here for the party’ but he didn’t even look gay to me. Whopper gave me a quizzical look. ‘I didn’t invite this one,’ he insisted.
‘Well, I certainly didn’t,’ I retorted. ‘You invited so many, perhaps this one slipped your mind.’
‘Well, if I did, he looks nothing like his photographs.’
‘Hey mate, buzz me in. I wanna get off,’ the guy demanded.
‘He is kind of rough and sexy,’ mused Whopper, his finger reaching for the button.
Suddenly, there was a noise over the intercom, and the guy was gone. ‘Where’d he go?’ asked Whopper, startled.
‘I guess he wasn’t the patient type,’ I said, turning away, only to discover that Toolbox wasn’t terribly patient either.
He was kissing Alejandro, but that suited me just fine. I hurried across to join them. I’d only just manoeuvred myself in-between the two of them, when the doorbell rang. ‘Damn,’ I muttered.
The guy hadn’t given up and gone away. Someone else must have walked into the building and he had followed them inside. ‘I’ll get it,’ Whopper called out eagerly.
‘Then you’re responsible for him,’ I called back sternly.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Whopper agreed, hurrying across to the door.
I turned back to Alejandro, who began to kiss me very deeply. It felt so good to be pressed up against him once more. Meanwhile, Toolbox was licking my balls. I closed my eyes, delirious with pleasure. When I opened them again, I was confronted by what had to be the nastiest surprise of my entire life.
Damon stood just a couple of paces away from me, a fiendish grin on his face, those eyebrows raised in mock horror. ‘Hi-de-hi,’ he greeted me.
Automatically, I clasped my hands over my genitals to hide myself. I had never felt more bewildered. Damon’s presence made no sense whatsoever. Where had he come from? I looked wildly around the room. Where was the skinny boy I’d seen on the video intercom? There was no sign of him. Damon stepped towards me and put a hand on my shoulder. ‘I must say CSI that I’m shocked to find you like this,’ he said, all mock concern, ‘truly I am. I never imagined that CSI stood for Cheap Slutty Individual.’
Behind me, someone snickered.
‘You seem startled to see me Stephen,’ Damon continued. ‘I can’t understand why, when you invited me over. Shall I disrobe? Is that the procedure? You’ll have to excuse my ignorance. I’m a novice at this sort of debauchery.’
I was incapable of replying. I was too shocked and still trying to work out how the hell he had turned up in my apartment. Obviously Whopper had invited him, though it seemed impossible that Whopper had just happened to pick him out from all the hundreds of online profiles; unless they were already friends or fuck buddies or something. ‘Do you know him?’ I asked, pointing at Whopper, ‘because it was him that asked you over, not me.’
‘He was in your Favourites,’ muttered Whopper.
‘No, he’s not,’ I protested.
‘You know, I recognised you on Gaydar as soon as I saw your profile,’ Damon continued, ‘even though you tried to mask your identity. You used that photo I took of you and Blake. I knew it immediately, even though you’d cropped Blake out.’
Then I realised: what Damon’s user name had to be, how appropriate it was, and how expertly I had been deceived and toyed with. ‘You’re Mischief?’ I accused him.
‘I certainly am,’ Damon smirked. ‘Mischief by name and by nature I’m afraid.’
He was so self-satisfied, which infuriated me. ‘How did you get in here?’ I demanded. ‘Someone else pressed the intercom for you.’
‘I hired a beggar from Darlinghurst Road. He couldn’t believe his luck. Twenty dollars to walk two blocks and press a doorbell.’
Damon beamed. He was proud of his trickery and ingenuity. ‘This is unconscionable,’ I scolded him. ‘I’ve never felt so violated.’
‘Really? I find that a little hard to believe,’ Damon retorted with another smirk. ‘It looks to me as though you’d been well and truly violated before I got here.’
That remark reminded me that I was naked in front of Damon. I glanced around for my underwear, but it was nowhere to be seen. I tried to recall when it had come off and where it might be, but there was too much charging through my mind for me to think clearly. However, it did make me aware of a first imperative: put some clothes on. That would at least be a start in redressing the terrible imbalance in power that I felt standing there naked in front of Damon.
Alejandro had placed a protective arm around me through my confrontation with Damon. I don’t think he understood what was going on but instinctively, he held me. I pulled free of him and dashed across the room to the sanctuary of my bedroom. It was occupied. GymHotJock was on my bed, straddling Fornicasian. He glanced around as I entered. ‘Ah good, I wanted to talk to you. Hate to tell you this but there’s a turd in your shower.’
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