Previously: For Jack's surprise birthday party, Charles has planned a real life bukkake for him based on Jack's favorite porn video, Bukkake Birthday Party. At Charles's request, Pete has agreed to be the centerpiece. Thirty guys will be coming to the party, and cumming on Pete.
Author's note: I debated including this bukkake scene in this story, but after previewing it in the last chapter, I've gotten incredibly positive response. There are a bunch of pervs out there, just like me, who love a good bukkake. Thanks for your support!
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Chapter 10
My anticipation for the bukkake birthday party was incredibly intense the week leading up to it. I was counting the days and hours. For better and for worse.
My calendar was relatively quiet, so I concentrated almost exclusively on CrossFit. I did 2-3 workouts per day largely to get my mind off the conflict I was obsessing over. But I secretly hoped these intense workouts would give me a special pump for Saturday night when I knew my body would be on full display. My muscles are a result of my hard work, but I'm blessed to be seriously vascular as well, and I try hard to perpetuate that look. I wanted to make Charles and Jack proud Saturday night.
The workouts did a great job occupying my mind while I was actually doing them, but when I'd get home and showered up, my mind would go right back to the debate that I couldn't escape.
Was agreeing to be the centerpiece of a bukkake just a whim? A harmless, sexually deviant experience I'd laugh about some day?
Or was it a real, potentially dangerous, kink? Was I really going to surrender myself to 30 complete strangers? It took shockingly little persuasion for me to agree to this, so what could be next?
Or, finally, was it a mistake that I needed to back out of altogether and risk Charles's and Jack's friendship?
My mind hopscotched between the three alternatives. Every time I'd land on one, my mind leapt to a different one. What the fuck was I going to do?
I got a call mid-week from Charles to walk me through more of the party details. He had decided he didn't want to reveal the bukkake theme and activity until about an hour or so into the party. He thought Jack would enjoy catching up with his old buddies for a while, so Charles would delay the announcement of the "group activity" until he thought they'd be ready. If anyone inquired who the bartender/server was, I was simply to describe myself as a close friend of Charles's and Jack's who offered to help out with the party. When Charles was ready, he'd re-introduce me as the "centerpiece".
The second detail he shared was that he would limit the activity to an hour. I hadn't thought about that yet, but when he mentioned it, it felt right. I still didn't know what I had signed up for, and if I found myself regretting it early on, it was good to know I had an off ramp after an hour's time.
The third point he made was to tell me to wear my sexiest jeans and work boots which would be my uniform for when I was serving. The rest of my uniform for the evening (for when the action started) would be waiting for me when I arrived.
The last point he wanted to cover, and I could tell this subject was sensitive by how he approached it, was that once the action started, he'd distribute 2-3 iPhones randomly that would be hooked up to the flat screens on the walls to play the action real time. He correctly assumed that since there were so many guys participating, it would be hard to observe the action from outside the immediate bukkake pack. The videos would be used to capture different angles and close-ups and play them in real time. iPhones would be passed around randomly to whoever had a pair of free hands and would be returned to Charles at the end of the evening. Anticipating my hesitation, Charles assured me that the videos were his property only, the iPhones had no internet service so the videos couldn't be emailed, and they would be for only for his, Jack, and my viewing in the future. He'd also make sure that all private cell phones would be surrendered at the door at the time of entry.
Charles was an honorable guy, and, frankly, I thought capturing close ups and kinky angles in real time was pretty hot, so I agreed. We were on our way.
Despite our agreements and assurances on these details, I continued to vacillate. But by Saturday it was too late, I only had one choice: step up and fulfill my commitment. I kept reminding myself I had willingly become a sub for Charles and Jack in their bedroom and poolside; this was the same thing, just on a grander scale. As the afternoon wore on, I was more at peace with my decision, and the closer we inched to the actual event, the more lusty and depraved I felt. By 6PM as I showered and douched so deep my intestines were squeaky clean. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my cock was as hard as it's ever been. Could I actually be looking forward to this?
Wearing a pair of jeans that really shows off my package, I arrived at The TownHouse a few minutes after 8 to find Chris and Marco busily hanging the decorations and moving furniture.
When I walked in, I got a warm welcome from the two of them. "There he is. The star of the show," they applauded. Chris went on to say, "Damn dude, you're my idol. You're such a stud to do this for Jack. Do you know how long he's fantasized about a bukkake?" I had to admit I had only learned last Sunday when Charles showed me the video. But their support tonight made me feel sexy and confident.
"So tell me, how does everything go down tonight?" I asked.
They were incredibly well prepared. Charles had told him about his plan to delay the announcement of the evening's "theme", so they had two different banners ready. The one that would be hanging when Jack walked in said "Happy Birthday Jack." The one that they'd put up as Charles made his announcement read, `Happy Bukkake Birthday Jack". Pretty clever, I thought.
Then they showed me a back room where they had blown up a huge air mattress, about twice the size of a king size bed and about the height of a couch, that would be the "stage" for the bukkake. It provided adequate elevation for the action, as well as the required comfort for my extended period of kneeling. Chris and Marco would place it prominently in the middle of the club's space when Charles was making his announcement.
Then they pointed to three large flatscreens on the walls where Jack's fantasy porn video would play at first, followed by the real action.
Next came my servers "uniform". The box was small. Very small. In it was just three pieces of leather gear, a collar for my neck, an armband, and a jockstrap with a tear-away pouch. They knew I'd be only in my jeans and boots for the first part of the evening. Everyone's assumption, including mine, was I'd lose even the jeans and boots for the rest of the night. Holding the leather jock up to me, Chris said, "Goddam, you're going to look sexy in this... better go get it on under your jeans".
Just as I was walking into the back room to add the jock to my uniform, Marco exclaimed, "Oh, I almost forgot", and raced behind the bar and pulled out a bottle of tequila and three shot glasses. "Charles bought you the most expensive bottle of tequila he could find. He said something about "liquid courage." Marco poured a shot for each of us which we promptly downed. I poured myself a second; I knew I'd need it.
I found my way to the back room, stripped, and put on my leather uniform. The leather jockstrap under my already tight jeans accentuated my bulge to almost obscene proportions. Looking in the mirror, wearing only the collar, armband and jeans, I thought to myself, "Shit, these boys are gonna cream themselves when they see me." It wasn't like me to have an inflated ego, but I needed to get into a seriously cocky headspace for the evening (and I did look pretty fucking hot).
There was plenty of work to be done before 9:00 when the guests would arrive, so we got at it. Tables to be moved, food and liquor to be arranged, the giant mattress/stage to be blown up and ready to move, and the video screens to be tested.
Shortly before 9, everything was in place, I was wearing only my jeans, boots, collar and armband, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Damn if I didn't look hot. Shirtless, ripped abs and pecs, shoulders and arms that didn't stop, tight jeans, a big, round ass, and thick, muscular legs. All those years of CrossFit had paid off. Hell, I wanted to fuck me!
And just on cue our first guests arrived. In walked five of his friends from Oklahoma, each better looking than the next. All ex-jocks, all still in fantastic shape, and each trying to outdo each other with how sexily they were dressed. Chris and Marco, old friends, lunged at them to greet them and after exchanging hugs and hellos, introduced me. I explained I was a friend of Charles and Jack and was helping them out by playing server for the party. One of the new guys leered, "Damn, they make you daddy's hot here in Dallas. What's in the water, anyway?"
I had already downed a couple shots of tequila, so had the courage to answer, "And you'll be seeing more of me later. Don't you worry."
Over the next half hour, the rest of the young bucks arrived and like their friends, all athletic and ripped. They greeted each other effusively as I'm sure many of them hadn't seen each other in a while. Watching them hug and interact, I couldn't help but wonder (and fantasize) how many of them had already fucked each other. Had their frat been a non-stop gay orgy? If so, they'd be pleased with the plan for tonight. And fortunately, none of them objected to having their cell phones confiscated for the evening; Charles hinted at the potential for a little raunch in the invitation, so turning in your cell phone for an evening seemed to heighten their anticipation.
I got busy passing food and taking drink orders. I got plenty of crude comments and even propositions. And I loved every one of them. I was over thirty years older than them and looked and felt like a Greek god. I wasn't about to take any shit from anyone. And I gave it back as good as I got it. If someone squeezed my ass, I'd reply, "Stand in line, stud, you're not the only one who wants a piece of that". Or if someone grabbed my junk, I'd say, "Looks like you want to see what the real thing feels like". It quickly escalated into ass slapping, tit twisting, and junk grabbing. We were all getting nice and warmed up for the main event. (And it didn't hurt that I was sneaking shots behind the bar as I was serving drinks).
By 9:30, it looked like all 30 of them had arrived and it was getting rowdy. Chris and Marco instructed everyone that it was lights out until the birthday boy arrived. Of course, lights out for these guys was an opportunity to grope and grunt, so they were happy. Nonetheless, Chris dimmed the lights and we all crouched down with our drinks, etc. to await the guest of honor.
After just a few minutes, we heard a commotion outside the main door. I distinctly heard Jack say, "It's so quiet, are you sure they're open?" "Of course, they're open", Charles replied in a ridiculously loud voice. As he said that, the main door opened, the lights flashed on and up popped 30 of Jack's closest friends, yelling "Surprise!"
Jack was gob smacked. He had no idea anything like this was coming. And the more he looked around and realized who was there, the more shocked he became. He was overcome with emotion assessing the magnitude of the party. He kept looking back and forth between Charles and the guests, repeatedly asking Charles, "Did you do this? Was this you?" It was unbelievable to Jack that Charles had the wherewithal to pull this off.
Charles let Jack work the room and welcome his friends before he paused the party to make his "official" welcome speech. Using a portable mic, he pulled Jack close to him and wrapped his arm around his shoulder, held the mic to his mouth with his other hand, and said, "Jack my friend, today is your 30th birthday"....cheers erupted..."and being surrounded by your best friends is, in my opinion, the best gift I could give you." He laughed and admitted, "I have to admit, the idea for the party was a bit last minute", another big laugh erupted, "but your friends here moved heaven and earth to be with you."
One of the guys from the party yelled out, "And don't forget about the other surprise'" which generated a number of "Yeah's!".
Jack looked at Charles quizzically, to which Charles again addressed the room, "Oh yeah, the other surprise. Well, we'll just have to wait an hour or so for that one, won't we Pete?" He looked directly at me and it obviously raised more questions than answers. But by this time, everyone, including me was slightly buzzed, so no one seemed disappointed that I was somehow part of the surprise.
"So everyone drink and eat up. Everything's on the house. Enjoy!"
With that, Chris and Marco lowered the lights, brought out the "official" birthday cake with 30 lit candles and led the group in a round of "Happy Birthday". The cake was cut and, thankfully, no food fights ensued.
The party continued; the group was rowdy and in great spirits. The lights were down, the music was pounding and more than a few of the guys were already dancing shirtless, a few grinding on each other and it was beginning to look like a scene from a gay nightclub. Jack was the center of attention, and Charles was at his side throughout. They were a dedicated couple; neither wanted to be anywhere except next to their partner. It reminded me of my days with Pook, but I was living a different life now and I didn't have time to relive my past. In fact, I was getting more than enough attention from the guys here tonight. Dancing, groping, being groped. It was the perfect warmup for what was to come. I checked my watch. We were 10 minutes away.
Ten minutes before 11 was Chris's, Marco's and my cue to disappear into the side room to be ready to carry out the giant air mattress, with one additional detail. I had been instructed to leave my jeans and work boots in the side room. I'd be carrying the mattress out with the other two, but I'd be wearing only my leather jockstrap (undoubtedly with a huge erection).
The guys lowered the lights and music promptly at 11 which got everyone's attention. Once again, Charles and Jack were in the center of the room, under a spotlight. "Now time for the surprise I promised you guys."
"YEAH!!!" roared the crowd. Jack stood next to Charles looking puzzled.
Charles continued, "First, I have a trivia question, and the first one to answer it gets the first crack at our special surprise tonight", he said. There were some confused looks, some lewd comments, and general clatter in the background. "You ready?" Charles asked.
"Yeah, go for it" someone yelled.
"Ok, what is Jack's favorite porn video?" he asked. After a pause someone yelled, "Cum Suckers Trilogy!"
"Nope, sounds interesting", he laughed, "but that's not it. Anyone else?"
"Package Delivered" yelled another. "Nope", Charles snapped back, "Although that sounds pretty good too", he added.
"I KNOW!" shouted someone, "He'd watch it all the time in his room and jerk off to it." The room became silent. "Bukkake Birthday Party!!"
"Who said that?" shouted Charles. "Whoever that is, come up here, you've won first prize."
Jack grabbed the mic and laughed, "Dammit Daniel, I thought that was our little secret!", which generated an enthusiastic round of laughter and applause.
The guy name Daniel joined them under the spotlight. I hadn't been told about this "first prize" thing, but I wasn't disappointed. Daniel was right out of central casting for a young, strapping white collar Dallas stud. By now shirtless himself, he had worked up a sweat on the dancefloor, had abs and shoulders that wouldn't quit, and unapologetically sported a package in his jeans that would turn heads. Lastly, he had done his share of shots so he wasn't going to be shy. Charles, Jack and Daniel gave each other big hugs and Charles pointed to the three flat screens which were now playing the opening credits of Bukkake Birthday Party. In the opening scene, a group of around eight or so nude guys surrounded the centerpiece who was already on his knees trying to satisfy them all. While all the eyes were glued on the screens, Marco, Chris and I discreetly cleared the way where the three of them were standing, pulled out the mattress and dropped it directly under the spotlight. It was only at that point that Jack, and the rest of the party, began to figure out what the surprise was. And it took every ounce of courage I had to do what I did: Wearing just the leather jockstrap, and sporting an erection the size of the Dallas Reunion Tower, I knelt in the middle of the mattress, squeezing my leather pouch and stared straight ahead into Jack's eyes. Jack, peeling his eyes off the flat screen, looked at Charles, then me kneeling on the mattress, back at the screen, back at Charles, back at me, and then finally at Daniel, all in disbelief.
"Jack, your birthday gift, from all of us, is a live version of your favorite porn video, Bukkake Birthday Party. And our good friend, Pete, who you can see is more than ready..." which led to a huge cheer and laughter, "...has generously agreed to star in your home video."
I held my breath wondering how the crowd would react to me being the centerpiece of the event. Their reaction came quickly: "Sexy daddy!", "That mouth looks ready!", and "Lose the jock". Lots more catcalls came, ranging from salacious, to lustful, to downright raunchy. I tried to hide it but I breathed a sigh of relief. My goal coming in was to avoid humiliation. Now I had a new goal. I didn't want to disappoint one of these guys. I was turned on. I was all in.
Charles continued, "Daniel, you won the trivia contest. You get to go first. And I expect everyone, and I mean EVERYONE to participate. Pete knew what he signed up for and he'll be disappointed if he takes fewer than 30 loads, won't you Pete?" he asked, looking at me with a big grin.
I wasn't mic'd, so with my free hand (the other was stroking my leather-constrained bulge), I gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Jack grabbed the mic again and yelled, "Go for it Daniel, you know you want it!" Again, a roar a cheers erupted from the crowd. "Go, Daniel, go!" "Go Daniel go!" "Go Daniel go!," reverberated throughout the room.
Daniel did a dramatic shrug to humorously pretend he had no choice and proceeded to kick off his shoes and socks, drop his pants and join me on the mattress. But the crowd wasn't having it. "All the way, all the way" they chanted in the same cadence as "Go Daniel go".
Being a good sport, Daniel happily stripped off his bikini briefs, which revealed a quickly chubbing, thick and veiny cock. He strutted straight up to me, still on my knees, and playfully smacked my face back and forth with it. I heard shouts of "Suck it, bitch" and "He's a hungry cocksucker". `Yes I am' I thought to myself, so I grabbed it with one hand and swallowed it like the slut I had become. Daniel immediately began to thrust in and out of my mouth, leading to another chant from the group, "Cum, Daniel cum!, Cum Daniel cum!" It was strange how quickly I focused on getting Daniel off and lost awareness of my surroundings. I had one job for the next hour and that was to be the guy in the center of a bukkake gangbang and take as many loads as possible. "You'll be getting all of us tonight" rang out from the group. This was just the beginning.
Before long I felt a hard cock slapping my right shoulder from behind me. A second guy, nude as well, was demanding service. And then there was a third cock on Daniel's immediate left. Instantly, I had three hard cocks to satisfy. I had one mouth and two hands, so I'd be ok for now I thought. I kept sucking Daniel and grabbed the other two and began to stroke them.
"C'mon bitch, suck it", the guy on Daniel's left yelled to the group. He then leaned over a grabbed both my tits and pinched hard. I couldn't hide my reaction and he said "See that? His tits turn him into a whore; watch what happens", he shouted and then pinched again harder. The sensation instinctively made my suck at least 50% harder. I was helpless.
The guy who was behind me moved so he was standing on Daniel's right and forcefully said to the group, "My turn, slut. And look at me when I fuck your mouth". This guy began to aggressively deep throat me and it was a huge turn on. "I want to feel the back of your throat", he ordered. By now, my tits were being pinched continuously and there was a fourth cock in my line of sight. I was outnumbered, but the guys I was sucking knew I was doing my best so I intentionally relaxed and became resolved to enjoy my role. I was surrounded by a circle of insanely hot guys, each waiting their turn for my mouth. They were all slowly stroking their cocks, or in some cases each other's, so I randomly moved from cock to cock. I heard "Open your mouth, bitch", "Good boy", and "Suck that cock", being shouted from out in the group.
What I hadn't thought of was the how different each cock would be. Guy #1 was thick and veiny. Guy #2, the aggressive deep throater, was long and skinny. #3 curved up to the ceiling, and #4 was short, but deliciously thick.
I worked those guys hard and I was soon to get my first reward. #2 grabbed my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. He deep throated me knowing full well he was putting on a show for the group. Then he said loud enough for most to hear, "Open your mouth wide, slut. This is just an appetizer" and proceeded to jerk a mouthful of cum onto my waiting tongue. It was insanely kinky. To my surprise, a giant cheer erupted just as it happened, along with the chant "One, one, one, one...". I couldn't figure out what had happened but then remembered the flat screens. One of the cameras had caught a closeup of him shooting on my tongue and the "one" must've indicated they were keeping count. We were off to a good start, but we had a long way to go.
I didn't have a moment to recover. Immediately after, Guy #4 (short, fat cock) grabbed my face with his two hands and pulled my mouth over his cock and held it there. "Good boy", he said. "Take it. Take all of it." He held each side of my head and methodically pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. I started to feel him tense up and finally release with a force belying the care with which he facefucked me. I closed my lips to let most of it ooze out of my mouth and drip down my chin. The cameras were on us and I knew from my porn viewing that would be a good shot. I could tell he had a huge load and he didn't disappoint. Again, just as it was occurring, the crowd cheered, "Two, two, two, two...." I hadn't seen this coming, but the crowd was definitely keeping score.
By this time several more guys joined us and I was completely surrounded with cock, my nipples were on fire and my cock was pressed hard against its leather cage. I was on my knees in front of countless nude, in-shape guys, stroking their cocks, impatiently waiting to deposit their seed in or on me. Since I was in the middle of a circle, no one outside it could see me. The idea to have video cameras in the middle of the action was genius. Every once in a while, I'd catch a glimpse of one of the flat screens through the jungle of live bodies, and the image was often the same: a closeup of me vigorously sucking an anonymous, engorged cock with cum dripping down my face.
By this time, I had taken at least five loads, so I deliberately tried to switch up my style. I was putting on a show and I knew it. I found myself alternating between six different money shots, and I mentally gave each one a name: "Cover the Tongue", my mouth wide open and my tongue flat to catch as much as possible (that always got a good response), the "Down the Chin" where I pursed my lips, causing the jizz to ooze out of my mouth down my chin (another crowd favorite), the "Aim for the Face" where I encouraged the shooter to cover my entire face (big, big hit), the occasional "Aim for the Hair" (always a joker in the crowd), the "Down the Throat", which was hot but there wasn't much for the audience to see, and finally the "Out of Control" when the ejaculation was so explosive it covered my torso, shoulders, and sometimes other innocent bystanders. And Charles had thought of everything. Every few minutes, Chris or Marco would intercede with a wet washcloth to clean me up. There were times when my eyes would be covered in cum, so their help was more than appreciated.
There was one scene that was in a league of its own. While I was earnestly sucking a particularly hot guy--tall, lanky, hairless and muscled--his buddies grabbed his arms and legs out to his sides, restraining him and rendering him immobile. His vulnerable cock and torso were exposed and he couldn't move. Simultaneously, two guys behind me pushed me closer to him, restrained my wrists behind me and lowered my mouth on his cock. The group cleared the way so the camera could capture the entire scene and it was like real-life porn. We were both restrained, and I only had my mouth and tongue to work with so I slowed down my tempo and began to edge him. The energy had gotten nearly out of control, so it was a good way for the group to pause and watch me work his cock with my now expert tongue and mouth. Every time he got ready to blast, I'd pull away. He'd beg, "Please cocksucker, make me cum, please." But I was disciplined and resolute. I was enjoying his agony too much. Plus, I needed a rest and this was a great way to continue the show, but take a break. The more he begged, the more I denied him. I seductively licked the bottom of his ballsack, his inner thighs, and up and down the sides of his cock. He struggled hard to wrestle away from his captors and was covered with sweat. Finally, I pulled back and dramatically asked the group, "Should I let him cum?" Somebody had the wherewithal to launch the chant, "Let him cum. Let him cum. Let him cum." The chorus filled the room so I knew what I had to do. I expertly began to lick from the bottom of his balls, up his cock to the tip. He squirmed and gyrated uncontrollably, so I repeated that several more times. Every time I got to the tip of his cock, he seemed to get closer to cumming. Finally, when I knew he was almost there, I opened my mouth and took him all the way in. I only needed one good suck and I could tell he was there. His body got as stiff as a board, so I deftly dropped my head under his cock to catch every drop of his explosion. When he ultimately erupted, the crowd cheered exuberantly followed by the chant: "12, 12, 12 12...". I worked particularly hard for his cum and it tasted especially good. So far so good, but I still wasn't halfway there.