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It was shortly after my 18th birthday. I'd finished school and was about to start my degree in Physics at university in London. Before the degree course proper we were required to attend a two-week intensive mathematics course in August and my dad arranged for me to stay with my ex-uncle Rob and his partner Paul. Rob and my dad's sister Rachel used to be married but split up when he caught her in bed with his best friend (now her second husband) Greg. Apparently rather than being angry, Rob's reaction was more like "Erm... I've got something to tell you too." and came out to them as gay there and then. At least that's the story I was told `now that you're old enough'. I have a feeling the truth may have been a bit more complicated.
Following that incident Rob moved to London, presumably for the bigger gay scene (well, a gay scene at all) but they all stayed friends and he and his new partner Paul are often invited to family reunions. So it was no problem for my parents to ask Rob and Paul if I could stay with them for the duration of math course.
Aunt Rachel is a few years younger than my dad. There's only 13 years between her and me and it figures that her husbands are of a similar age. It's funny how I still think of them as the big grown ups even though at 6'2 I am now taller than any of them.
The math course was hard work but it was good to be with other math geeks -- at school I'd always been the `weird' one out. I made a lot of friends in no time and the two weeks flew by. I hated the idea of going back home for a whole month before university started properly so two days before I was supposed to go back I asked Rob if I could stay on till I could move into university residence. We'd got on so well that I didn't think it would be a big deal but Rob said: "Let's talk about this tonight."
That evening Rob and I were cooking while Paul had gone for a run after work. It was a very hot summer and when he came back he was sweaty all over, immediately heading for the shower. When he came out of the bathroom, drying himself, Rob told him that I'd asked to stay on. Paul had the same unsure expression on his face as Rob had had that morning. "Let's talk about it over dinner", he said, turning round showing us his hairy backside. Nudity was never a big issue in our family when I grew up and I was used to seeing my parents and two brothers naked often. One of the first things I noticed on moving in with Rob and Paul was that they were similarly unfussed about being seen naked.
The meal was very nice. I'd never known what a great cook Rob was before I stayed with them. We all pretended not to remember my request. I'd come round to the idea of not seeing my friends -- after all it was only a month and then we'd see each other every day. Quite possibly I'd live with some of them as well. Nevertheless, I wanted to have an answer. Eventually Rob said: "Lewis... about your staying on here... There's just one thing. We've got a party coming up on Saturday next week. It was organised before you came here. Much as we'd love you to stay on, that party makes it a bit difficult." I didn't understand why I couldn't just be a guest at the party as well. In fact, I was a little bit offended. "I could help with preparing. I don't mind, I've done it before, when mum and dad's friends came round." Rob and Paul exchanged glances across the table. Finally Paul replied: "Look, we both love having you here, you're a great guy and you really brought some life to this place but this party... it's something we've been planning for weeks and I don't think it will be your kind of thing. I certainly don't think it'll be anything like the dinner parties your parents might host." I was puzzled -- how did he know what my kind of thing was? Was it going to be all old people? I didn't mind -- I've always enjoyed the company of mature people, often more so than that of my peers.
"We'll have to tell him, Rob", Paul said. Rob looked straight at me: "Lewis, none of what we tell you here can go beyond these four walls. Most certainly not to any other family members. Do you understand?" I was intrigued -- were they going to recruit me to the Secret Service or something? I nodded at Rob's question and Paul continued: "We're members of a group that organises parties at which people have sex. Does that shock you?" I truthfully replied that it was a bit different from the trips to the theatre they'd taken me to but I wasn't sure about `shocked'. "The parties are men-only so we're talking about gay sex." Paul clarified. This was obviously less surprising, knowing them. "You're more than welcome to stay here until September but next Saturday you will either have to be out of the house until about 1am or you can stay here but then you will be expected to participate. Everything is strictly by consent only, of course, but sometimes you might have to make it clear that you don't consent." Rob looked uncomfortable. I guess it's one thing relaying the ground rules to a relative stranger but this must have been a different matter.
Truth be told, I couldn't really imagine being there. "It's no problem, I'll get out of your way. Does that mean I can stay though?" They said that as long as we got Saturday out of the way alright, that was fine.
As it got closer to Saturday, I was hoping one of the other math course guys would arrange something with me but no-one did. Looking back I now think subconsciously I probably deliberately didn't contact them either. So at breakfast that day I told Rob and Paul that I didn't really have anywhere to go and did the offer of coming to the party still stand? They seemed a bit unsure and yet again reminded me that whatever I saw or heard that night, I couldn't talk to anyone about. If I agreed to that, then yes, why not?
We went to the supermarket after breakfast and bought the usual party stuff: drinks, snacks, plastic cups. When the evening came round we all had a shower and then started putting things out -- completely naked after the shower as advised by Rob. Apart from being naked, the only difference to any other party was that next to all the things we'd bought that day and laid out there was what I learnt from the label was `lubricant' and small brown glass bottles with plastic caps. I asked if those were drinks too. Rob and Paul immediately and simultaneously screamed: "No!" but that didn't tell me what else it was. It suddenly occurred to me that actually Rob and Paul were more nervous than I was. It turned out it was the first such party they'd hosted. One by one -- or two by two in some cases -- the guests arrived. I was assigned the doorman role and told people where they could undress and leave their clothes. All in all there were about 30 people.
People were told to arrive no later than 8pm but I opened the door to the last couple at 8.15. I wished I'd stopped precisely at 8 to save me the embarrassment. The person standing in front of me was my math course teacher, Sam. He was a Master's student, not much older than myself. Next to him stood what I could only assume was his boyfriend, easily 10 years older but very attractive with curly red hair and beard. I did what I had to do and pointed them to the bedroom where they could get undressed.
Again, nudity aside it wasn't an unusual party -- people had a drink, a bite to eat and chatted, chatted, chatted the night away. I got a fair bit of attention as I was new and at first I didn't really know how to make small talk so there were a few embarrassed silences. That got better, however, as I helped myself to beer. I soon learned that really it didn't matter what you said as long as you kept talking.
About an hour into the party the mood changed. Suddenly people were kind of drawn to the back of the room. Two men were lying on the floor, kissing passionately. I could see that both of them were getting erect. I had never seen an erect penis other than my own and that of my best friend Max who I used to jerk off with. I got to the front to get a proper look. All around me men were starting to masturbate themselves and each other.
"Like what you see?" I heard a voice next to me. It was Paul. "You know, you really surprised me tonight. I didn't think you'd be into this." I replied that I still wasn't sure I was but there was no harm if people were enjoying themselves. "And are you enjoying yourself?" I heard another voice, and felt a hand on my ass. "Sam told me there was this hot guy in his class called Shaun. He didn't mention that there would be an even hotter guy here tonight", said Sam's boyfriend Pete. I could feel his warm hand on my right arse cheek and he soon made his way towards my hole. I got hard immediately. "Remember: it's all about consent -- you can say no at any time", Paul whispered into my ear. And then he said: "You still wanna know what these small bottles are?" Pete now slowly squatted down and replaced his finger with his tongue. I'd never known pleasure like this. Paul opened the little brown bottle and took a sniff in his left nostril, then his right. He handed me the bottle: "Whatever you do, don't get it into your nose or your mouth". I took a sniff while Pete was still licking my crack. It's kind of hard to describe what happened next: I was warm, tingly and just incredibly horny. Paul replaced the cap on the bottle and kissed me passionately, sticking his tongue all the way down my throat or so it felt. It was too much for a teenager -- I came all over the floor. I was embarrassed and was going to clean it up but an older guy -- easily in his fifties -- came over and licked it all up.
Paul grinned: "I've been told I'm a good kisser before but this is new." I was worried that Rob might have seen us and got angry but then I noticed him to my left sucking Sam's cock. Clearly he really wasn't the jealous type -- or the faithful one. While I was busy with Pete and Paul, the whole room seemed to have paired up -- some of them in threes and fours -- and started to have sex. Paul asked if I was OK. I said that I needed a minute but this was a great party. Pete had moved on to the guy next to me.
I sat down on the sofa and stuffed a few peanuts in my mouth. Before long I felt someone's hairy leg brushing up against mine. It was Sam. I couldn't look him into the eyes but then remembered that whatever happened at the party stayed at the party so he couldn't tell any of my new friends where he'd seen me tonight. Not that he had any intention to I'm sure. He was obviously more used to this scene than I was. "It's good seeing you here. How do you know Rob and Paul?" he asked. I told him that Rob used to be my uncle. "Used to be?" he asked and I explained the situation. He still seemed quite shocked. Trying to stand up for Rob and Paul I told him that they'd wanted me out of the house but for one reason or another I'd stayed. "And what's it like seeing your uncle getting fucked by one guy after another?" He pointed over to where Rob was on all fours, with one guy's cum dripping from his ass while another one got ready behind him. "Well he's not my uncle anymore but anyway, I'm not sure it makes a difference -- I haven't seen anything like tonight ever.", I told him.
I had a good look at Sam naked. Even though he was only in his early twenties he was hairy all over -- there was no gap between stubble and chest hair which went all the way down this belly and straight on to pubes and leg hair. Even his feet were covered in thick brown hair. "All of this is new to me" I said. "Good new or bad new?" Sam asked. "Good!" I almost shouted. He laughed. "You are clearly taking to it like a duck to water." He started to stroke my thigh. "So what have you learnt tonight?" - "I have learnt that it's nice when someone licks your arsehole. I wanted Pete to go further but then I came a bit too early." Sam's hand now reached the top of my thigh and started to fondle my balls. "So you've never licked a butthole yourself?" he asked. I reminded him that I was very new to all of this. I couldn't imagine there was anything like this going on in Nottinghamshire. "No, I don't suppose there is..." he agreed. "So are you... a virgin??" His hand momentarily stopped. I told him that I used to jerk off with my friend but yeah, rural Nottinghamshire was just about OK if you were a straight teenager. If you were anything else you were on your own. And Max found a girlfriend and that was that.
Sam handed me another beer. I felt quite drunk already but didn't refuse. Suddenly Rob came over, clearly drunk himself by now: "Hey, are you enjoying yourself?", glancing over at Sam. "Thanks, yes" I said, "this is my math tutor, Sam." Rob was gleaming: "So we're all one happy family!". Sam said: "Yes, I've heard. Not sure how I would have reacted had I been introduced to this kind of party by my uncle." Rob and me simultaneously shouted: "Ex-uncle!". I took a big sip of the beer. Rob said: "But we're very close, aren't we?", winking at me. Sam's hand now wandered to the back, squeezing in between the sofa and my ass. Rob took a long sniff from the little brown bottle. I did the same. Again it made me warm and horny. With that and Sam's hand all over my body I got hard again. Rob winked at me: "So you've found out about the poppers then?"
I drank more beer. Sam seemed to feel a bit neglected. "Well for now you're mine." he said, almost jealous. His hand had now made its way to my hole and started to probe it, just like his boyfriend had done not so long ago. I needed the earlier great feeling again so I stood up and pushed my ass in his face. Rob gave us some `privacy' and moved away. Now Sam wanted more. He lubed his cock up and then my hole. "You're not gonna leave here a virgin", he whispered into my ear. He was right -- much as I'd enjoyed getting fucked by his tongue I was almost desperate for his cock. I felt first one then two fingers up my arse. Finally Sam gently pushed my back down and got up behind me. I thought the fingers had opened me but his cock was something else. It hurt like hell at first but even then I found myself wanting more. I relaxed and it was heaven. Getting fucked by this hairy ape was exactly what I needed. Sam clearly knew what he was doing. He started slowly, gently pushing his cock in about half, then a bit further and finally giving me his whole 8 inches. "Is that OK for you?" he asked. I could only answer with a lustful groan. Sam started pushing more urgently, giving me more and more of his great cock. I'd closed my eyes and now that I opened them I realised there were 4 guys standing around us, jerking themselves off as they watched us fucking. I never wanted it to end. Every thrust made me want Sam more. I'm usually quite shy but now I wanted the whole world to see me getting fucked by this gorgeous man. And lots of people did. The whole room seemed to have stopped to look at us. But then slowly they stopped watching and started pairing up themselves.
I could have gone on forever but I could feel Sam was getting close to cumming. I had never wanted anything more than him squirting up my greedy hole. "Are you ready for this?" he whispered in my ear. I could only grunt with pleasure. I felt another three or four pushes and then there were five small tremors that told me he had cum. "Thank you so much" Sam said, even though I felt I should be the one thanking him.
"Is this hole becoming free?" I heard someone say behind me. It was Rob and Paul's friend Mark who'd showed me around London Zoo earlier that week. As I turned round I saw his lustful grin. "I thought you were a little shy country boy but look at you!" he said as he tried my hole with his fingers. I tried to open up. "And I thought you were an asexual academic. And look at you!" I replied, grinning as well. Mark held a brown bottle under my nose and then entered me. Again it hurt at first but was pure pleasure within seconds. "Say hello to Paul.", he whispered in my ear. I hadn't noticed that Paul was standing over me. Mark slowly pulled himself and me back so that we were sitting on the floor. I could tell what Paul had in mind. His massive erection was dangling in front of my face. I had asked Max once if I could suck his dick but he'd said no. I clearly didn't even need to ask Paul. I took it in my mouth and started sucking the way I always imagined it should be done. Paul started to move back and forth so that I didn't have to do much anyway. All the while Mark was still fucking my stretched ass and now starting to wank me off. "I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that" I whispered to him, which for some reason set Paul off in a fit of giggles. He took another sniff of the bottle and offered some to me and Mark. I wanted them to keep going but eventually they both came in me at almost the same time at either end. I'd never even tasted my own cum but what Paul squirted in my mouth made me never want to eat or drink anything else. Mark was still inside me and now started to jerk me off faster and with more pressure. It only took a few seconds and then I had the most intense orgasm I'd ever known.
The party kind of ended around that time. Some people had already left and others were heading towards the spare bedroom to get their stuff. "Let's clear up tomorrow" said Rob, "I'm absolutely dead on my feet.". Paul and I agreed. I wondered if Rob had seen us two together.
That night I slept with Rob and Paul in their bed, all of us naked. The next morning I woke up alone. Before I knew what was going on, Rob came into the room in with a cup of coffee and said that they'd cleared up -- it was 1pm. He was still naked. "Thanks" I said, trying not to let on how hungover I was. "So... you've made quite an impression on our friends" said Paul, equally naked, coming in behind Rob. "To the point where we're worried about you stealing our thunder", Rob said, stroking the inside of my right thigh. "So we're gonna have to keep you coming to our parties that are now gonna happen every month".
I asked Rob if he knew I'd sucked off his boyfriend. He said that if that was a problem, they would never have a party like last night's. "Although I do feel a bit left out." he said, guiding my hand towards his now hard cock. "Give the boy a rest", Paul protested.
They both crawled back into bed and we all dozed off. This time I was the first to wake up. Seeing the others so peacefully asleep I kissed both of them on the lips. They both murmured something in their sleep. I knew from then on we would be inseparable.