Hollyood Hills Party cajuncock
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Hollywood Hills Party cajuncock
Georg Eads gently rubbed the man sitting in the passenger seat as he drove up the winding road into the hills overlooking Los Angeles. The younger man, Josh Till, sat staring into the dark landscape. " Relax it's just another of George's parties with lots of want to be actors and some of the well known. There'll be no paparazzi and lots of security. We'll be safe to be ourselves there. Have a stiff drink when you arrive to relax you." He knew that the young man, only 27 and 5 years in the business wasn't yet used to the scene. The difference in their ages-Georg at 51 and Josh just turning 27- made them appear to be at opposite ends of their careers. But in the 8 years that they'd been a down low couple a bond had been forged between them. Josh relied upon Georg's experience and strength. He needed a steady hand to guide him in life and also in his work. Georg had met the young man at an acting seminar at NYU eight years ago. He'd been struck by the blond boy's open smile and eager questions in the small group session. They talked afterwards and eventually ended up spending the weekend at the Pines on Long Island. During that weekend Josh felt that he'd grown closer to understanding the man behind the façade of the actor. Josh had come to NYC at 17 to enroll in NYU's drama program. His experience in his mid-western's small town acting troupe had sparked something inside of him. Within two weeks of that marvelous weekend, he'd found himself on a plane heading for Los Angeles. Georg met him at LAX and took him to his beach front condo. The first weeks had been the usual introductions, auditions, and glamour parties to meet people. To keep up appearances Georg had set him up in his own guest studio apartment in his same building. He seldom slept there, preferring Georg's company. Theirs was not a platonic relationship.
I'd met Josh when he managed to get an invitation to a writing seminar I was a part of at UCLA. After an afternoon session, this gangly looking, tanned, blond in a baggy sweat shirt and skinny jeans approached me. He invited me to have coffee. Having little else to do I accepted. We talked for over an hour until my cell rang reminding me that an Uber car would pick me up soon. The Uber had been arranged by my host, a former student, sometime fuck buddy, and rising star among the young studio execs. I'd been staying with him on this trip from my home campus in the mid-west.
The Uber dropped me off at his offices. An attractive young girl met me and took me up to his offices. She handed me off to his PA, a very attractive young man whose tight fitting dress shirt displayed a well developed chest. We talked in the reception room while my host, Jim, finished a meeting. On the drive back to his secluded home in a gated community we talked of my day and his. He informed me that we'd be attending an exclusive party at the home of a well known actor. I'd be going along as his guest. Even though we'd been having regular sex since I arrived, he told me that I was free to mix with the all male party that evening.
Arriving home we had a light meal served by his Asian houseboy-bed warmer. I decided that I'd better take a nap to prepare for the evening out. I asked about the dress code for the party and was told that most men there would be dressed casually- jeans and shirts. Jim told me that the guests most likely would be wearing cloths that were easy to remove, hinting at the true nature of the party. I returned to my room to find that the houseboy had laid out my things for the evening- black tight fitting jeans and a pastel but casual button dress shirt along with black loafers. I took a quick shower before an hour long nap.
We arrived at the party at a fashionable late hour. Parking attendants, young muscle gods, took the keys and we entered the multi-storied mansion. There were about 20 men already there. Half were young would be actors. The other half were well known male actors and writers. I was introduced and was quickly drawn into a small group of screen writers discussing the current trends in entertainment writing.
Looking around I spotted tall Peter Cambor from NCIS in the corner talking to a group of young men. His hand in the back pocket of a boy barely out of his teens. In another Matt Boomer and his lover were showing off photos of their kids to a swooning gaggle of college boys. Georg and Josh arrived shortly after we did. Josh spotted me and brought Georg over to meet me. We had a pleasant conversation about our respective jobs. Handsome young waiters circulated among the crowd. They were out fitted in tight rubber shorts that left little to the imagination and leather vests with black leather bow ties. Josh commented on their slutty appearance. Georg just muttered his approval as he ogled the passing waiter. I looked around to see Jim, my host, sitting on a chair with a cute boy sitting on his knees. I knew that he'd be occupied for a while.
Josh seemed to cling to Georg. After my second glass of champagne I felt somewhat relaxed with the scene. I moved over to the floor to ceiling windows to admire the night view of downtown LA. As I stood there sipping another glass of champagne a shorter, Latin guy came up and stood next to me. It was Wilbur Valdorama from NCIS. We stood silently side by side for a minute before he spoke "Amazing isn't it! I never dreamed I'd end up here." I looked over at the shorter man and muttered "It sure is. I never expected to be a room with so many hunks, you included." He was wearing tight leather pants showing off a semi-hard cock and a shirt unbuttoned almost to his navel. His dark fur pelt on full display. I was sorely tempted to run my fingers through that forest of dark hair.
We stood in silence for a few minutes before he spoke again "Have you seen the rest of the house?" I replied with what might be interpreted as a sultry voice "No!". He gently took my elbow to guide me away from the crowded room. Walking away he said "Our host has a nice collection of toys for the curious men in his orbit." He descended down set of stone stairs past an indoor pool and a mini-gym. Wilbur activated a security code of a metal door. It swung open to reveal what can best be described as a S&M chamber. There was everything that an S&M master would need to enjoy himself. I stood with my mouth open. Wilbur just laughed, "Not what you're used to in the mid-west? Yes, I knew that you'd be here and did a bit of research on you." He leaned into my space and pulled my mouth to his. But we were not alone there. In the corner were another pair, half clothed and in a tight embrace. I recognized one man, Joel Gretsch, and saw that the other was a dark haired waiter from the party. I guess it was his break time. Joel had his hands inside the tight black pants massaging the plump ass cheeks. The boy was moaning loudly grasping the other man's shoulders. We moved to another, darkened corner. Wilbur lost no time in getting my jeans down to my ankles, freeing a hard cock. To my delight he engulfed my stiff tool with his warm, eager mouth. I clawed at his shirt, removing it completely. I took his left nipple between my fingers and bent down to bite and suck the other one. He dropped my cock from his hot mouth before hissing "YES!" I switched over to suck on the other nipple while unzipping the leather pants, pushing them to the floor.
I wasted no time finding his exposed ass crack and it's hidden gem, his pucker. He reached down when he felt my finger probe his anal muscle. He grabbed something from the leather pants at his ankles- a packet of lube and a brown bottle of poppers. He had obviously done his preparation for this party well. He quickly slicked up my pole paying particular attention to my oversized mushroom head. My fingers rapidly began to pump into a well prepped hole. He flipped around and pushed back onto my hard cock. It felt like I was sinking into butter. His ass was smooth but tight. I gave him a few seconds to adjust to the invader before pumping hard into the love tunnel. I was so busy that I hadn't notice others from the party filling the room. Peter has his college twink hanging over a suspended beam as he pushed his long, slim tool repeatedly into the screaming boy. Goerg had taken Josh to the stocks, securing him in place. As he fucked Josh one of the waiters was being encouraged to fill Josh's mouth to quiet him. My friend Jim was seated naked in a rimming chair. A young college aged guy was riding on his lap as another was under the chair munching on his exposed ass. The scene just got wilder and wilder as more people came down to join in the fun.
As I went to town on Wil's ass, a tall, Black man stood watching. I motioned for him to come closer. I pointed to Wil's mouth and the man quickly took his place at the front end of my new fuck toy. We soon got our motion in synch using the Latin man's body for our pleasure. I felt Wil's ass muscles grab my cock tighter as he approached a hands free orgasm. This caused me to increase my pumping until I was no longer able to hold back. I felt the cum race from my balls and move rapidly up my cock before exploding into Wil's body. I yelled out as shot after shot rushed into his hole. This seemed to drive the Black man over the edge and he pushed one last time, holding Wil's head tight to receive his load. Wil's body shook as he had another hands free orgasm. He fell to his knees panting as the two cocks left his body. Wil turned and grabbed both tools that had brought him such pleasure, cleaning them of the remaining cum and his own ass juices.
Around the room others yelled and moaned as they too unloaded into the bodies of their partners. But many were not finished. Wil and some of the others quickly moved to a rail and leaned over exposing their used holes for more action. They had not been satisfied enough, wanting more cocks and more cum. By now we had been joined by a couple of the hunky parking attendants. The new guys seeing the open asses leaning over the rail quickly took up positions at the rear and plunged their stiff cocks into already well lubed holes. The sounds of Wilbur and the others encouraging their new tops to fill them reverbed in the room. This seemed to reenergize the spent cocks as men gathered around to watch. Stiff cocks were soon being serviced by new mouths. I took in the scene for a few minutes before deciding that I needed to clean up a bit. I found a bathroom that was empty and washed my cock and pubs, not bothering to dress again.
One of the hunky college want to be actors soon joined me. We talked casually as if we were out any where in public. As we stood talking both of our cocks fully erected. He leaned into my body, kissing my neck and whispering "Are you up for some one on one action with that hot body of yours?" I nodded my approval. He continued "Let's find an empty bedroom for some private time." I looked down to see that the skin on his uncut cock had pulled back exposing the weeping eye with a drop of clear liquid on the tip. I immediately decided that I would surrender my hole to this marvelous tool to use as he wished. He might have been a mere acting student. But he was a master of the bedroom arts. I'd never been subject to such a vigorous pounding. He knew when to slow for both of us to get the maximum pleasure.
But the night had to end at some point. Jim found me lounging on a sofa with the college hunk sharing as post orgasmic drink. He smiled as he approached "I guess you had a good time tonight." he said as he pulled me to my feet. We drove back in well satisfied silence. At the house he suggested that we both shower and meet in his bedroom, he had something he wanted to show me. So although exhausted, I showered and went naked to his bedroom. His Asian bed warmer was also there naked. Jim turned the large TV on and started the DVD player. The opening scene was familiar. It was the same house where we'd gone for the party. As the DVD progressed it got wilder. It was of another party at the mansion. Jim explained that the entire house was out fitted with cameras. It was often used for some of the popular reality TV shows. As he talked his Asian bed warmer began showing signs of his own excitement. Soon we were ignoring the screen and engaged in out own three way party.
The next morning over an excellent breakfast Jim promised me a gift. He'd arranged for an edited version of our party night as a memento of my visit. He explained that the "raw" footage would be edited to cut out faces but shared among a select group of Hollywood men. The other parts would be burned to protect the IDs of the guilty. I laughed knowing that guilty men had had some nice not so innocent pleasures.
I finished the seminar and we spent my final weekend at a gay clothing optional resort in Palm Springs. It was the a favorite hang out for some Marines from 29 Palms. They got free rooms from the resort owners. It was a good deal for the selected Marines and provided some excellent eye candy for the guests. Horny Marines who'd been kept on base for weeks and gay men made for an excellent mix.
At LAX before my flight Jim handed me a plainly wrapped DVD saying "This will keep you warm on those cold mid-western nights." I thanked him knowing that it was probably true. I might even lure some unsuspecting college boy with a little off campus movie night.
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