This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1987. Copyright (c) 1987, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.
Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net
"Pool Party Circle-Jerk"
The Diary of Michael Stewart: Friday, July 3, 1987 -
The weather left a lot to be desired. It was hot, humid and sticky, and all I wanted to do was stay home in the air conditioning...so naturally, a friends have to invite me over for a party. I tried to get out of it, but it didn't work, and by mid-afternoon, I was wandering around Jim and Helen's "estate" out on the Island.
Jim was a friend of mine from school who "made it big." Not yet thirty, he already had a big house in East Hampton. He was bi - although we had never done anything together except talk - and Helen was his current "live-in." He said she didn't know and that she shouldn't know (about him), so I figured this would be pretty boring, but they just wouldn't let me get out of it. The only thing that made it bearable was the fact that it was supposed to be a "pool" party, and so I'd get to do a lot of sightseeing of all the guys in bathing suits.
I got there fashionably late, so I'd already missed out on seeing the guys strip down and change into their suits...and from what I saw milling around the pool, I had missed quite a bit. There were a lot of really hunky men there that day, and every time one of them came out of the pool, their wet bathing suits would cling even tighter and drive me nuts!
This went on for most of the afternoon and by the time the sun was setting, I had to sit to hid the boner in my suit - Speedos aren't great for hiding sexual arousal! Not only was I horny, but it seemed that I couldn't do anything about it; every time a guy would lay down on one of the chaise lounges, for instance, his girlfriend would come over and start rubbing lotion on him...I think I was the only one there who wasn't paired off. If I didn't know Jim better, I would have thought he was doing this only to torture me!
Eventually things started to wind down, and when it started to get really dark, the four or five of us guys that were left were escorted by Jim down to the basement rec room to change out of our suits. He had a shower down there, so it wasn't too bad, but being there with those other guys in such close proximity got me even hornier, especially when they started to get undressed. They were all somewhat modest, so I didn't get to see too much, but just watching these five straight guys strip down got my even hornier, and like them, I had to hold my suit in front of my crotch, except in my case it was to hide my hard-on, not because I was shy.
I was the last one in the shower, and I came real close to just jerking off in there to cool the tension, but I was so worked up I figured I'd just save it and go out cruising after the party. Still, it felt good soaping up my boner and tugging on it a few times - a promise of things to come, so to speak!
I finally stopped so it would go down enough to let me get out of the shower, but when I turned off the water, it was strangely quiet - none of the macho banter that had been going on before, but since the shower was in a kind of alcove, I couldn't see the rest room, so I figured they'd changed and gone. I finished drying off and grabbed my suit and just sauntered out naked.
Right into the middle of a circle jerk!
The stuff I was carrying dropped to the floor, and so did my jaw. I've been into a lot of sex scenes, but I never expected this shit! Jim, my buddy, was laying on the floor stroking his hard cock, and the other three guys were standing over him pulling their own cocks. It was all absolutely silent - no one was talking - and the only sound you could hear was the heavy breathing and the moist sound of cocks being stroked.
I moved into the circle, my hard-on back in full force. They glanced at me, glanced at my cock, and kept stroking. Jim was still on the floor on his back, one hand pulling on his meat, and the other stroking his balls and every so often moving up to his chest to toy with his nipples. The other guys, all about the same age as Jim and I (there was maybe four years between us), were looking at him and looking at each other, all almost in the same pose - their right hands wrapped around their dicks, and their left hands holding their balls. One guy, though - I think his name was Jeff - was a little shorter than the rest of us, and had about as hairy a chest as I did, and also had the biggest dick of the group, and he kept taking his hand off his big nuts and stroking his cock with both hands. I wished I had a camera.
What made this so fucking hot was the fact that these were some of the same guys I had been watching all afternoon being fawned over by their girlfriends! I had thought all day that these fucking hunks were straight! Christ!
I was too horny to hold out for very long, and I felt like I was gonna come quickly - too quickly, in fact. The other guys were starting to look like they were going to shoot, too, and Jeff (I think), was starting to almost bounce up and down on his toes, taking long fast strokes on that big dick of his. And then with a groan that they might have heard upstairs, he raised himself up on this toes and shot a huge stream of cum all over Jim's chest. From then on, it was like a chain reaction - I started to cum, and then the other guys, all over Jim (he seemed to want it; why else would he have been laying on the carpet?), grunting and groaning and heavy breathing and a few "splat" sounds every time another volley of cum hit home...Jim was creaming too, and his load was almost as big as the loads from the four of us...every time another shot came out, he muttered, "Fuck!" Jesus Christ!
Finally we'd all shot our loads, and then just kinda around looking embarrassed. Without saying anything, the other guys moved into "their" corners and started putting on their clothes. I looked down at Jim, who was still laying their on the floor milking his softening cock, his chest and legs covered with cum, and he looked up at me and winked. He started to get up from the floor and I helped him up. By now the other guys were starting to go upstairs, so Jim said, "You better go up. Tell Helen I'll be up in a minute." He clapped me on the back and disappeared into the shower alcove.
I moved off to the side and grabbed my clothes, stuffing my damp Speedo into the back pocket of my jeans. Boy, was I glad I hadn't jerked off in the shower!