Previously: Charles returns from his extended business trip and is happy to find Jack and Pete in their sweaty Speedos as he was hoping for an intense threesome that night. Over dinner before the fun starts, Charles comments on Pete's "compliant" behavior during sex, forcing Pete to confront this strange detour he's on. Charles and Jack assure him that the submissive streak he's experimenting with is nothing to be ashamed of and all part of a healthy sex life. After a relaxing dinner, the three made their way to the bedroom for an evening of passionate sex where Pete, once again, subjugated himself to these two hot men.
In Chapter 8, below, things really start to get depraved.
Author's note: There's a lot of me in Detour Into Depravity. Much of Pete's character is based on me; his background, feelings and emotions are mine, and I wish I could say I've experienced all the sex scenes, but I have a very twisted imagination.
I encourage you to email your thoughts. What turns you on? What not so much? psorenson9@hotmail.com
Chapter 8
I don't know if it was the sun pouring through the window or the voices in the kitchen, but I awoke with a start, alone in the bed, and, no surprise, still hard. Had my cock deflated for even an hour during my sleep? Or maybe this was just my typical morning woodie. I popped out of bed, slid on the shorty robe from last night, took a quick pee and tooth brush, and joined my men in the kitchen. It was close to 9 and Charles, also still in his robe, appeared to be making breakfast for Jack who was fully dressed and looked like he was heading out.
"Good morning, sexy Pete", Charles bellowed. "Good morning, gentlemen", I smiled back. I walked over and gave each of them a warm good morning kiss on the lips. Jack, naturally, took the opportunity to slide his hand under my robe and grab my semi-plump cock. "Looks like somebody's glad to see me," he joked. "I'm always glad to see you two hot men," I retorted. "Heading out Jack?" I asked.
Charles responded for him, "Yes, Jack promised he'd spend today with his parents. His birthday is next weekend but he'll be busy here in Dallas. He's going to spend today with them to celebrate. He's heading up now and will be back tonight, ready for the week, right Jack".
"Yup", he replied. "I'm a good son. An especially good son to you, Daddy", looking at Charles and giving his crotch a squeeze, "but a good son nonetheless."
Charles walked behind him, squeezed him hard from behind and grabbed Jack's crotch too, and beamed "Mmmmmm....that's my boy."
Their affection for each other was palpable and I felt honored to be a part of it. Fortunately, I didn't feel like a third wheel; it was clear I was a man-toy for them and I didn't expect or want to become a permanent part of their relationship. Although their feelings for me were genuine, I was clearly just a "man-toy" who added interest and spice to their relationship. I knew this, happily accepted it, and was at peace with it. In fact, having never been a "man-toy" before, it was rather ego-building.
"I gotta hit the road", Jack jumped up and said. He grabbed his backpack, gave Charles a long, passionate kiss goodbye and me an appropriately briefer kiss, and he was off.
That left Charles and me in our robes, drinking coffee around the kitchen island. There was a slightly awkward silence which he broke with a laugh, "Don't worry sexy Pete, I'm not gonna attack you, although it's obvious how hard a time you're having hiding that hungry cock of yours under that robe."
Laughing, I simply said the obvious, "Can I help it if you two bring out the best in me?"
"I'd jump your bones right now," Charles continued, "but I have a better idea. I only got a glimpse of you in that sexy new swimsuit of yours. What do you say we head down to the pool later and let you show off your ripped body for me today? Don't worry, I'm not going to solicit any new friends while we're down there; you're more than enough for me. Jack had all the fun showing you off yesterday. Today's my turn." He paused for a moment and then continued, "And actually, I have a pretty big favor to ask, and I need you to be in the...right state of mind...when I do", he said haltingly. He quickly continued, "I know a great place for brunch around the corner with excellent mimosas. Let's enjoy a leisurely brunch and come back here and spend the afternoon by the pool. Sound like a plan?"
My mind stopped listening at "I have a favor...need you in the right state of mind...." After that I think he said something about brunch and mimosas, but I wasn't really listening. "Sure", I mumbled, not exactly sure what I had just agreed to.
"Great, let's get cleaned up and head downstairs," he replied. It sounded like we were going out to eat, which sounded great. Last night's dinner got interrupted with my pathetic little breakdown, and I was famished.
He was gone in a flash and before long I heard, "C'mon in" he shouted from the running shower, "I got the water nice and hot for you."
I walked into the bedroom and could see him in the steamy shower. I didn't know we were showering together, but he had graciously invited me to join him, and who was I to decline?
I dropped my robe outside the glass-enclosed shower that was already steaming and stepped in. He was already soaped up so he added more liquid soap to his oversize sponge and began to soap me up as well. It felt so luxurious to be bathed by this hot man. He methodically scrubbed every square inch of my body. When he got to my more-than-semihard cock, he stopped and looked up at me as if to ask, "Want me take care of this for you?"
I smiled and shook my head "No, but thanks for asking". I was continuing to enjoy my celibacy.
I then took the sponge and did the same to him. By this time, he was even harder than me. After scrubbing his torso and arms, I dropped to my knees to soap the bottom half of his body paying special attention to his inner thighs, his taint and balls, up his crack, and, of course, his cock. I paused and looked up at him with the same questioning look, but I already knew the answer. We both knew what he wanted and I was there to provide it, no questions asked. When I was sure the soap was completely rinsed off his cock, I took it with my hands, slowly kissed its length, wrapped my mouth around it and began a reverential, almost prayerful sucking motion. "Ohhhh..." he groaned. "Oh Pete, your mouth...I don't know what it is about your mouth...I've never seen anyone use their mouth like you do. Please keep going. Please..."
After a little while sucking him, my knees began to ache but I wanted to keep going, so I backed him up to the built-in bench in the shower, pushed him into it to sit down, and knelt before him, but now on the bath mat to save my knees. Now we were both perfectly comfortable, so I again took him in my mouth...I was there for the duration. I wanted nothing more than to kneel before him and service that wonderfully hard cock. He took my head in his hands and helped guide me at exactly the pace he wanted. I LOVED being at his feet and having him control me. My mind raced to the same spot...how and why did I come to enjoy such a subservient role? Although my own cock was throbbing, I had no desire to cum or even touch myself. In fact, that would have destroyed this new fantasy I was living: giving unconditional sexual service with no reciprocation expected or given.
The more I focused on the real-life porn scene I was participating in, the more worked up I got and the deeper I went down on him. He reacted to my elevated enthusiasm by bucking his hips even deeper into my throat and it continued to escalate until he couldn't last any longer.
"Pete, suck me Pete, swallow my seed. Every drop..." and with that my mouth and face were the recipients of his cock's explosion of the cum that his manly balls has manufactured overnight. I felt honored to be the man to swallow his seed that morning. My head was still in that "space" where I reveled in being nothing more than a hole, a receptacle for a man's jizz. And I couldn't have been happier about it.
When his cock ultimately softened in my mouth, we let the hot shower and steam work its magic and came down from this round of sex, dried off, and got dressed for brunch. Still in our post-sex glow, we headed to the place he liked in the neighborhood whose mimosas he was particularly fond of. I had had my share of hard seltzers yesterday and wine last night at dinner, so I wasn't quite sure I could handle another day of drinking, but he insisted I have one. While waiting for our server, the conversation got somewhat awkward again, but finally after we were served our drinks, he repeated. "As I mentioned, I have quite a favor to ask you later when we're at the pool. I want to get you in the right headspace first", he smiled. "A little buzzed and....horny."
`A little buzzed and horny', I thought to myself. WTF is he going to ask me?
"Why not ask now?" I asked genuinely. I couldn't imagine why the pool setting would be more appropriate for asking a favor.
"Do you understand how alcohol diminishes a person's inhibitions?" he asked.
"Of course," I quickly responded. "How do you think I got the nerve to flaunt my body in the swimsuit you gave me yesterday. Jack was feeding me hard seltzers as liquid courage." I stopped to laugh and added, "And it worked."
"Exactly, my friend," Charles responded. "Exactly. Make no mistake, I'm plying you with mimosas over brunch and wine at the pool. I'll get you poolside in that sexy new swimsuit of yours, with a pleasant buzz, and drop the bomb." He smiled to diffuse the impact of the `bomb' metaphor, but I knew something big was coming. "No more questions until we're poolside. Deal?" He asked.
"Deal," I responded, and tipped my mimosa in a toast to him.
Brunch was delicious and the remainder of the conversation was unremarkable. I surrendered to Day 2 of drinking, knowing I'd need the liquid courage to appear poolside again in my skimpy Speedo and to absorb the impact of the mysterious favor he was going to ask. The white swimsuit alone was daunting. When wet (and I'm sure Charles would insist I go for a swim) it obscenely clung to my junk, which was now chronically semi-hard. In my past life (just a few weeks ago), I wouldn't have been seen in public in a suit that revealing. Now, I sauntered around the pool like an escort looking for a john, proudly sporting a near-erection. Part of my brain said, Stop! Look at what you're becoming.' The other part of my brain argued, Have fun with this. You're not hurting anyone. You deserve to have some fun!' The second part of my brain continued to win the battle.
We finished brunch and made our way back up to the condo. As we entered, Charles made it clear he didn't want to waste any time getting down to the pool. "I'll pack a cooler with refreshments and grab our towels", he said. "You squeeze that sexy package of yours into the swimsuit I bought you. Like I said, you're my boy-toy today that I get to show off. You'll be the envy of this entire condo complex." I could tell he was proud to be seen with me, and I had just enough champaign in my system to happily comply. "Yes sir," I responded. "I'll just need a minute."
I quickly changed, and like yesterday, had a difficult time squeezing my chubby cock and balls into the very low-cut swimsuit. It was everything not to have the tip of my cock peek over the suit's waistband like it had yesterday when I stood in front of Steve and Ollie inviting them to join us. But by now I had learned how to adjust it to get everything packed in...at least for now.
Charles changed into an equally sexy, low-cut bikini, and I couldn't help but remark when I saw him, "Dude, you think I'm sexy? The guys downstairs are going to be standing in line for you, not me."
"Let's just leave it at this: we're two hot, sexy daddies. We'll give them all something to jerk off over tonight as they're trying to fall asleep."
"Well said, daddy," I laughed.
We hit the pool and Charles grabbed a couple chairs more out-of-the-way than Jack did yesterday. Frankly, I was a bit disappointed. The two of us were so smoking hot, I was starting to enjoy being on display.
After getting set up, Charles pulled a bottle of wine out of the cooler and poured two glasses. Knowing I'd need "the buzz" he had referred to, I willingly accepted mine. As predicted, after a couple glasses my inhibitions disappeared so I decided to be bold and do some laps. Just like yesterday, there were several sets of approving eyes checking me out. I took a few laps, emerged from the pool in an intentionally slow, provocative manner, walked the length of the pool knowing full well the white suit clung to me like a wet t-shirt, and laid back down next to Charles.
"That was one helluva show, my friend", he said. "I just about creamed myself watching you strut over here".
"That would've been a waste," I laughed. "You creaming without me getting to taste it?" `Two can play this game,' I thought. I could be as raunchy as Charles, or even Jack for that matter.
"You're right", he agreed. "I don't want my little sperm babies going to waste. But I still have plenty more where those came from", he said, giving his bulge a sexy squeeze. We both laughed, clearly buzzed, and I sensed the time was upon us. I was right.
"Pete, about that favor..." Although we were both looking straight into the sky, I could tell he was speaking with a smile on his face.
"Yeah", I quipped, "You mentioned something about that...it's coming back to me now." I tried to lighten the mood, like he had. "Oh yeah, something about me being buzzed and horny so you could ask a favor. Probably a good time now. I'm a little buzzed, and I'm always horny."
Charles rolled over on his side to face me and got up on one elbow. He seemed to be getting a little more serious now. And when he spoke, he seemed to lower his voice, even though there wasn't anyone within hearing distance. "Ok, here goes", he started. "I want to preface this favor with two important caveats." He paused, and then started. "First, if you choose not to do it, it won't impact Jack's and my feelings for you in any way. I can't tell you how much we've both enjoyed these past few weeks and it won't change a thing. Is that understood?"
I was now curious as hell. Not knowing what the favor would be, I had no choice but to answer, "Yes, I understand", although I really didn't.
"Second, if you choose to do it, I can't express strongly enough, that that won't change our affections for you either. We'll want to continue our relationship, just as it has unfolded."
By this time, I had rolled on my side facing him. It was hard to see into each other's eyes, as we were both wearing sunglasses, but he accurately sensed I didn't know what the hell he was talking about.
"Simply put, if you agree to my favor, nothing changes. No judgment. If you decline my favor, nothing changes, no judgment. We'll respect your decision either way."
My mind was racing trying to decode these two mysterious caveats. What was he referring to when he said `no judgment?' What was he going to ask me to do?
I stopped trying to guess what was coming and cleared my mind. After a moment, I simply said, "Charles, I will take you at your word, nothing bad will happen as a result of whatever choice I make. Do I have that right?"
"Yes, sexy Pete," he replied as he reached across the lounge chairs and took my hand.
That gesture spoke volumes, and that made it easier to go forward.
"Hit me." I said. "What is this big favor that you're being so dramatic about." Again, I smiled to try to break the tension.
Charles took a deep breath and started, "As you know, Jack's birthday is next week. And it's a big birthday...he's turning 30. I've decided to have a surprise birthday party for him next weekend, but I'd like to add a major twist, one in which you would to play a major role...if you choose to..." he paused to find the right word, "...participate".
"You've got my attention", I said cautiously.
Charles continued, "My hope is to invite about 30 of his college fraternity buddies...he was in a gay fraternity, by the way. The only local guys there, besides you and me, would be Chris and Marco, but they belonged to the same fraternity, so it makes sense to invite them."
"So where do I come in?" I asked. "Or more specifically, what do you mean by, `should I choose to participate'"?
"Here's where it gets a little sensitive," Charles admitted. He took a long breath and continued, "Jack and I are very open about our sexual fantasies, and often share porn that particularly turns us on. Jack has a porn video, that I have here for you to see, that he obsesses over. Every time he watches it, he laughs, `Ok Daddy, this is what I want for my birthday'. He's been saying this since I've known him."
"...and?" I asked, still not understanding.
"I'd like to bring this fantasy to life for Jack at his birthday party this weekend. And I'd like you to watch the video with the understanding that I'm asking if you'd..." he haltingly tried to find the right word, "... be interested...willing...agreeable...to be the star in Jack's real life porn video."
I could feel and sense his sigh of relief from getting this part of the conversation over.
"You say you have it here? Can I see it?" I asked, still clueless as to what he was asking me.
He pulled out his iPhone and a pair of earphones but noticed it may be too bright in the sun to clearly see it. He motioned to an empty, shady cabana and said, "Let's view it over there; easier to see in the shade." He got up, refilled our wine glasses, and handing it to me said, "Here, you may need this."
Still baffled, I followed Charles to the cabana where it was decidedly cooler and shadier. He found us two chairs, set me up with the earphones, and cued up the porn video before handing it over to me. "Remember,' he cautioned, `I'm good with either decision you make. And since this would be a surprise for Jack, if you don't do it, he'll never even know I even asked you to."
Thankfully I had a few drinks in me because my mind was spinning and the alcohol took the edge off my anxiety.
He handed me the iPhone and asked, "Ready?"
"Yup," I responded.
He hit play and up come a high-quality gay porn video. It flashed through all the actor and production credits until finally the title came up on the screen in big block letters, the tops of each covered in dripping cum:
Bukkake Birthday Party
I froze, knowing immediately what it meant, but stifled any reaction. I paused the video for a moment to absorb what I was going to see. I think that alarmed Charles, thinking I was objecting immediately. But the opposite was true. Unbeknownst to Charles, I had watched bukkake porn videos before with fascination. But it had been out of the realm of possibility for me to ever participate in one, let alone being the centerpiece.
I fought hard not to show any emotion, as I didn't have a clue what my response would be. In fact, I wasn't sure what role he was asking me to play. But I had a pretty good idea.
I remained unresponsive and hit Play.
The story unfolded exactly as the title would suggest. A thirty-something guy is at his birthday party with a bunch of other hot guys. There's beer, refreshments and food being passed around by a shirtless muscled guy in tight jeans, leather collar, and leather armband on his right arm. The guests rather clumsily (remember, this is porn) begin stripping, making out, and jerking each other off. Then the host, apparently his daddy in the story, announces that the birthday boy's actual gift is for him and his party guests to gangbang/bukkake the server. Of course, the server tries to resist (badly acted) but after the guests strip him nude, he ultimately submits to them, now mostly nude themselves. The server remains the center of the action as they jerk off on him, spit-roast him, and fuck him, but the guests manage to pull out in time to cum on his face or in his mouth while he kneels in the midst of them.
After a fair amount of fast forwarding through it, the video ends with the climactic scene of the birthday boy fucking the server in the center of the action while the guests crowd around them furiously jerking off, covering the server with cum.
The video concluded, and I tried hard not to smile. I kept my composure, handed the iPhone back to Charles who was staring at me for any hint of a reaction, and asked him, "Am I thinking what I think you're thinking?"
"I think so", replied Charles.
"You want me to be the", and I air quoted the word, "'server' at Jack's birthday party?
Charles was visibly uncomfortable and quickly said, "Remember, either answer is ok. I promise. I understand this is a BIG ask. But you are the sexiest man Jack and I know, and Jack is so fond of you. You're such a fucking sexy daddy that when those 30-somthing boys see you in tight jeans and leather, they'll cream their pants. And, forgive me for saying this, you seem to...enjoy...the sub role occasionally. I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask. And it would mean the world to Jack if you would. No pressure, but I'm inviting 30 of his friends to celebrate his 30th."
I couldn't resist..."That's a lot of cum", I said quietly.
Charles was at a loss for words, so he said nothing.
"And everyone who'll be the party is from out of town, except Chris and Marco?" I continued.
"Yes, they're the only ones from Dallas. Possibly one other, but you two haven't met yet."
Now it was me at a loss for words.
I tried to process everything, but an important question popped into my mind, "When do I need to decide by? When is the party?"
"That's the rub," Charles answered. I only got the idea yesterday and the party has to be next Saturday, his birthday. I'd need your answer pretty quick so I can contact his friends and make all the arrangements."
My mind was racing. I didn't even know where to start.
On one hand, there was no denying that being the center of 30 hot guys using me for their own gratification was insanely hot. Their cum in my mouth, my face, and in my hole. Of course I'll do it.
On the other hand, the entire scene is demeaning. I'm above this. I've earned the respect of an entire industry and the Dallas business community, not to mention my own self-respect. Of course I'll decline.
On one hand, Jack would love to see me covered in his friends' cum. I knew Jack well enough now to know how sexy he thinks I am, and how touched he'd be. And the epic fuck he'd give me in the end might be worth it alone. Maybe I'll do it after all.
On the other hand, I'd be turning over every speck of dignity and self-esteem to these two men I didn't even know a month ago. What the hell is wrong with me? I'm passing.
I wonder what Pook would think...he might think it was hotter than hell. Although I was the daddy in our relationship, on more than one occasion I turned over control to him, and he loved seeing me beg for his cock.
But he idolizes me; he'd lose all respect for me if I submitted to this.
Charles's request was genuine. He really wanted this for Jack because he knew how Jack fantasized about this scene. And in a twisted kind of way, I was honored to be asked to be the centerpiece.
On the other hand, despite Charles's assurance of no judgment if I did it, would the two of them really respect me going forward? Could they ever rid themselves of the spectacle of me covered in the cum of Jack's 30 frat brothers?
My mind went back to where it always goes when this debate erupts in my mind. I've just finished a highly successful chapter in my life and career and now I have the opportunity to do things I simply hadn't had the time, opportunity, or persuasion to do before. I'm being presented with one now, that just the thought of made me hard. And most importantly, if I said `no' now, I know I'd never have a chance like this again.
I looked up at Charles and stared, not saying a word. He knew I'd made a decision and was breathless with anticipation. I scanned his near-nude body, head-to-to, imagining 30 more like him (but younger), having their way with me.
"I'll do it." I said.
Charles was stunned. He had no idea what my decision would be. He leapt toward me and gave me an immense bear hug. "Thank you, my friend. I can't tell you how much Jack will love this. It'll mean the world to him. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
"On one condition," I added abruptly.
"Of course", Charles responded, not knowing what he was agreeing to. "What is it?"
It was difficult to ignore how sexy he was next to me, poolside, and I was back to full mast. I wanted him badly and I was going to make him work for this. "It's easy," I said. "I'll do on one condition...that we go upstairs now and you make love to me. Talking about doing this has made me even hornier than you know. I want you to fuck me and tell me all the things those frat boys are going to do and say to me that night. Tell me every nasty detail while you fuck me like I know you mean it. REALLY mean it."
Charles was shocked at my condition I laid out, but not disappointed. "You are SO on, sexy Pete. I hope your hole is ready, because you're about to get assaulted. Upstairs, NOW", he ordered.
We collected our stuff and I followed him up to the condo without saying a word. The only thing on my mind was him stuffing his cock deep into me while uttering every raunchy detail of what I should expect at next weekend's birthday party.