MALE RAPTURE ACROSS CULTURES - Part 5, FINAL PARTY
by Blonde
I wore a blue and white Hawaiian shirt I rescued from obscurity in the deeper recesses of my closet. The shorts I chose were longer than Bermuda-length; they ended stylishly below the knee. I was reminded by Ari's invocation, "keep it informal and simple" as I slipped on an old pair of sandals. After all, the late spring had evolved from warmer-than-normal to sensuously sultry and tropical-like.
"You may be the only white person there. Some of the men are married, but my host assures me they all like sex with other men. As I said, these are southeast Asians who are living in the area at least temporarily." I accusingly asked Ari if the party was going to be an orgy. He replied that he did not know in a tone of voice that suggested feigned ignorance to me. Our destination was in a cosmopolitan suburb in an inconspicuous ranch house off the main road. Several cars were already parked in the drive and in front of the house. A smiling tall swarthy man who seemed maybe a year or two older than Ari greeted us at the door. Before I knew it, we were clutching cold beers and being introduced to the twenty or thirty other guests in the house, some of whom were coupled in various seated poses of affectionate embrace.
"We are especially happy to meet you Blonde." They seemed to glance about each other with knowing smiles. "In our circle, we seldom encounter blonde white guys." They were mostly similarly attired as us, but ranged widely in age. The youngest I expect were teenagers about fifteen. The oldest was a compact broad-shouldered man I estimated to be in his early fifties. I learned that there was only one other Malay present other than Ari. There were several Thais, Vietnamese, Filipinos, and a few Indonesians. Most of them were very slender and shone startlingly sensuous smiles. As I was being questioned by new acquaintances in exceptional English, more of the guests approached us to participate in the interview. They wanted to know all the details of my rescue of Ari and how our friendship evolved into a physical relationship. I realized that I was being pressed to give explicit accountings. They wanted to know about my sexual proclivities and when I first interacted sexually with other men. As I tried to satisfy their curiosity, my answers only provoked a growing hungry sparkle in their eyes. They seemed fiercely determined to acquaint themselves with me as intimately as they could. At one point, the tall host who had greeted us at the door interrupted a question from another source and boldly but politely asked if they could strip us. He asked if they could "check us out naked". The dick in my pants jerked about and started to swell with such an exciting prospect. I looked to my date who was primarily responsible for my presence in this fortuitous circumstance. He nodded and winked assuredly. I signaled my willing submission by raising my arms in quiet acquiescence. I love the feel of the touch of another man depriving me of all my garments. For several men wearing ravenous expressions to anxiously disrobe me all at once is a sensation nearing rapturous levitation. Greedy nimble fingers struggled with small buttons. Tugging hands and fingers worked the waistband and fly of my shorts. I reveled to the sensation of hands pulling at the band of my pre-cum damp briefs, then to be peeled down and away leaving me vulnerable to the advances of intently curious men. I willingly submitted myself to the cravenly detailed explorations of evidently un-disappointed captors as I watched my lover's briefs being pulled down and away to his own apparent delight.
I was theirs for the satisfaction of every scrutiny. The giddy rising sensation was equaled in actual fact as strong hands and arms took hold of me from the back and lifted me as in a rave or rock concert. I lay back on warm hands and writhing feeling fingers about my back, neck, thighs, and buttocks. Even one finger dared to probe the opening of my delighted bunghole and another calmly stroked my crotch and the toughening skin of the underside of my nut sac. I was moved across the room as in a drug-induced dream to a dining room table at the far end. The feel of the cool table against all the nakedness of my back was delightfully contrasted by the warm wriggling fingers about my front. My chest and nipples were stroked and pinched at the same time my toes and the bottoms of my feet were tickled and brushed. My waist was manipulated by prying hands and fingers and palms squeezed and played with the head and shaft of my intensely leaking flinching cock which always hungered for more tactile attentions. A special fascination seemed to be focused on my pale but ample man bush. They were eager to run their dark animated fingers through the blonde soft down. As I looked about the figures surrounding me along the edge of the table, I was struck by their quiet determination as well as the dreamy haze of sensual pleasures they subjected me to. Although they were not of generally the same stature as American men, they exhorted a sort of lean toughness and subliminal masculinity that further super-charged the atmosphere of the moment with a breathtaking sexual tension.
Reaching bronze arms, hands, and fingers touched, explored, probed, and groped about my startlingly contrasted white pale flesh. Soon, I noticed many were in a state of partial undress or fully naked and tugging at their cocks of various lengths and girths. Like me, all the exposed swollen meat was uncut. Not at first believing my senses, I thought I saw a young teenage girl looking on with obvious interest beyond the table. I was later told that she was the younger sister of one of the Thai boys. He knew all the boys and men of his family and friends at least occasionally enjoyed carnal trysts with other men. It was assumed among the less conservative cultures that it was best to bring along a sister or cousin to such assemblies so that she could observe and appreciate the sexual activities between males. Hopefully, she would not feel jealous or thwarted by a man she may be betrothed to who enjoyed alternative physical intimacies with the same sex.
The reader can imagine that the build up of heat and electricity in my loins was becoming very intense as my whole being was being bathed with blissful ministrations. At a certain point, Ari had been given a chair to step on to the tabletop and kneel, still naked, over my head. The ecstasies of the moment were enhanced by my ability to see his sweet rigid cock and plump olive nut sac hang over me. The oldest man among them stood next to Ari and whispered something in his ear. He responded by smiling and ardently shaking his head up and down in affirmation. The man shouted out, "BEN WA!"
Everyone immediately withdrew. The expression conjured some distant memory and I wondered where I had heard it before. The tall host had walked out of the room. As the other guests chattered on in various languages, he returned with a box and a tube of lubricant. He opened the box and lifted a string attached in chain-like succession to silver balls in roughly 2" diameter.
"Of course," I thought. "Oriental love beads." As the oldest man reached across and raised my legs, I realized that my sensually enhanced posterior orifice was to be invaded by this exotic love toy. My legs to my knees were pressed back to my torso and most of those present shifted toward that end of the table to examine the process as closely as possible. Carefully drenched balls were pressed to my miniscule opening, observed by all present with wide-eyed unflinching attention. I squirmed as I felt my hole give way to the pressure of the first ball and my super-sensitized ring widen to accept the penetration it could not resist. Ari whispered to me to let me know when and if the application was too uncomfortable. To the contrary, my hole was riveted with excitation and I eagerly anticipated it being filled to suit my heightened sensation. It was enthralling to practically feel all the eyes on my naked ass. Deft fingers would line cord up to my partly opened entry and then be stuffed in place into my orifice by another pressured advancing slick ball. I imagined myself slowly journeying to nirvana to be filled this way. After the sixth ball was delightfully crammed into my stretched hole, Ari shook his head to prevent any further invasions. A string with three remaining balls hung from my ass.
Ari bent over me and grasped the shaft of my engorged cock to place the leaking head between his lips. Our tall host (who now was naked and proudly erect in his own right) tugged at the remaining exposed chain just enough to be taut and straining from my overflowing sex chute. The consequent sensation of pressure against my muscled guardian ring from the inside was novel but far from unpleasant. I moaned with joy as my whole being seemed transported to sensual enhancement. Ari's tongue and lips worked my buzzing tool in a frantic frenzy as an appreciative audience looked on. It was obvious the erotic euphoria would soon reach overload. The tip of his tongue kept sweeping back from my shaft to my increasingly sensitive pee hole. He correctly interpreted its disposition at my loss of control and impending first ejaculatory spasm. He raised his free hand to signal my certain climax. As my first portion of cum heatedly surged through my cock, out my pee hole and into my partner's suctioning mouth, the tension and pressure against my bulging rear hole instantly became wrenching. The chain of beads was being yanked from my snug inner vessel all at once precisely when my balls and the inner mechanisms of my groin were blazing a thunderous orgasm. The effect was earth shaking. It was if my body had been a tightly-wound pressured spring of sexual tension being instantly relaxed in an electric moment of hot fleshy release.
Both breathing heavily, Ari and I clutched each other head to waist as our audience softly cheered or applauded. We were assisted off the table minutes later and led across a room that was now strewn with casually discarded clothes and mostly naked Asiatic men in various poses of intimate and sexual engagements: couples, threesomes, and more. The young girl, perhaps in the spirit of the lascivious festivity, had stripped to her small-cupped bra and skimpy panties. She blushingly averted eye contact with anyone, but would fleet-footed approach one couple or group and then another to investigate as closely as she dared actively intertwined bodies. My partner in performance and I were directed to a bathroom where we tenderly washed each other in a hot shower.
POSTSCRIPT:
I write this at my country home, having completed my academic requirement. Alas, Ari and I parted company, as he had plans to pursue a career in his home country of Malaysia. The last chapter of this story is an account in his own words of a subsequent voyage to the USA for a professional conference.