Grieving Bobby Finds Sex and Love At An Orgy
For ten years, I had lived in a loving relationship with a man that I adored. He made me happy nearly every day of my life because he loved me, provided me a sprawling mansion to call home, and in short, took very good care of me. I had become dependent on him without intending to because I had quit a good job to move in with him. He lived in Philadelphia and I had been living in Pittsburg, but after ten months of just spending weekends together, he asked me to move in with him.
I had met Mohammed through my best friend, Orlan and it hadn't taken me long to fall in love. Orlan's lover, Fareed was Mohammed's best friend. Both Arab and had been friends since early childhood. Mohammed's mother, an African woman from Zimbawee, had not been a part of his early childhood because Mohammed's parents did not want anything to do with her. He knew little of his mother, but his father did take him to visit her a few times. He lived in a palace with his dad and his grandparents until he came to the United States in 1960 at the age of twenty-seven.
Mohammed was nine years older than me and while he was very much in charge of my life, I had no serious complaints. At thirty, his brother had been killed while working on a security detail in Palestine for another brother, a high official in the Saudi goverment. With practically no warning, Mohammed left. He wasn't sure when he would return, but his plan was to sell his fifteen acre estate and explained that I would need to leave. He bought me a small but upscale condominium, and left me with a check for 4100,000. He said he would keep in touch, but I could tell that once he left, our lives together as a couple were over.
I was heartbroken. I had no job and no recent work experience. I had a degree in accounting, but hadn't worked in ten years. In 1976, being alone an unemployed, I was thirty years old. I had been better than average looking as a teenager and as a young adult, but at thirty, I was definitely not the hot item I had once been. I was still blonde, brown-eyed and at five-foot four, had kept my weight at or near one hundred and thirty pounds. My friend, Orlan kept insisting that I was better at thirty than I had been at eighteen when we first met. I didn't believe him. He would have said anything to comfort me.
I knew for certain that I would not attempt to return to my previous work as a male prostitute where I had worked for a pimp by the name of Johnny J. from the time I was a freshman in college until a year after I graduated. First of all, I knew that the wealthy men that I had for clients back then preferred men under thirty. Second, I had left Johnny J. after a dispute and was afraid of him. I wouldn't have any idea of how to go about finding another pimp and previous experience had taught me that it was too dangerous to try turning tricks on my own.
Returning to work as an accountant was my best option, but I was too distraught to even look for work. I visited my best friend, Orlan an his lover, Fareed from time to time, but being with them only reminded me of Mohammed.
Fareed heard from Mohammed more than I did. That sent another signal that I would never be a part of his life again. I knew he had loved me, but perhaps, all relationships grow a little stale. It certainly had remained great for me, but looking back, I think it had grown monotonous for Mohammed. He had started bringing young men into our lives, boy's really in their early twenties, and while he allowed me to have sex with other men, it was always men that he chose.
He would have never allowed me to go bring someone into our home that he hadn't already approved of. He had starting having orgies in our playroom years earlier, but with much more frequency during our last couuple of years together. The men I had met and played with at those events, were friends of Mohammed's, men that I never saw except when he invited them to our house. My only real friend was Orlan.
Fareed and Orlan had participated in Mohammmed's orgies only twice over the years. Fareed had become more interested in sucking cock and eating ass than fucking and Orlan complained about it some, but there was no question that they were still very much in love. After Mohammed left, Fareed decided to host a private sex party at his place, something he had never done in the past. Naturally, I was invited but it was only three months after Mohammed had left and I wasn't nearly as interested in sex as I had been when Mohammed was around.
I had no plans to attend, but as I thought about, I realized that I had had no interaction with anyone other than Orlan since Mohammed left. I had gotten laid once when I had went to a park late at night and ended up laying in the a grassy area under a tree while a heavy-set older white man fucked me. It hadn't been great sex as I left the park disappointed, I wondered if sex would ever be important to me again. I still loved Mohammed.
I went to the party, arriving promptly at 9:00 PM as Fareed had insisted on. Unlike Mohammed, he wasn't nearly as open about his sexual activities. He had let all of his staff off for the night, keeping only Elle, a woman that had been his head housekeeper for years. She knew everything about Fareed. His other servants probably knew also, but he was discreet about his sex life.
Mohammed and I had made love outside by the pool, in the Jacuzzi, and in several rooms in the mansion. He didn't care if employees were present. Mostly, we engaged in oral sex in various parts of the house and ended up going to our bedroom when he was ready to fuck, but there had certainly been those times when he fucked me on the floor in both the main living area and once in his library. Such a thing would have never occurred in Fareed's and Orlan's home.
I expected to see the same old faces of the men that had usually shown up at Mohammed's orgies, but to my surprise, I recognized only two of them. I had had sex with both of the men and had found Youseff to be particularly great. The other, a black man whose name I could not recall, had fucked me as I lay next to Fareed and Orlan one night and then had disappeared and I hadn't seen him again. He was very handsome and one of the few non-Arab's that attended Mohammed's orgies.
People paired of quickly once they got inside and had made it through half of their beverage. Youseff, already with a cute little twink hanging on to him was certainly going to occupied for awhile. Unlike Mohammed's house with a large playroom for such events, Fareed had used a formal dining room with mats on the floor. The furniture had been removed and replaced with two small slings and lots of mats. Orlan had been the first to follow a tall white man of sixty or so into the orgy area.
During my stint as a male prostitute, nearly all of my customers were white and most of them much older than me. I wasn't attracted to most of them and by the time I met Mohammed, I knew I had a preference for dark-skinned men, men with accents, men in traditional Arab garb, or in some other way different than the average man on the street. I was approached by Theo, the black man that I had been with at Mohammed's last and final orgy at the mansion. He remembered me as he introduced himself and we sat on a loveseat briefly before we undressed, turned our clothing into Elle, his housekeeper so that she could secure them for us as we headed for the orgy area.
Already, most of the mats were occupied. We took one that lay between a mat that was occupied by Fareed and a cute boy that had a larger than normal cock. Fareed appeared to be in his glory. He had invited so many young, white men that it didn't look like he would run out of cocks to suck anytime soon. There was an abundance of youthful men as opposed to men over thirty.
I hadn't been kissed and held in such a long time that when Theo took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly, I nearly cried. It felt so good to have his strong arms around me as his tongue explored my oral cavity. I know I whimpered a couple of times just from the mere pleasure of having him show me such affection. My cock was already rock-hard and beginning to drool with pre-cum. He lay me on my back and moved downward, taking my cock in his mouth.
A lot of Mohammed's friends weren't into cock sucking but clearly, Theo loved it. I had once been proud of my seven and half inches of cock, but over the years, it seemed that very people cared about anything but my ass. It felt good to have Theo sucking it as he played with my nipples. I kept my hands in his wiry hair as he bobbed up and down on my cock, doing my best to return the attention he was giving me.
He moved down to my balls and then pushed my ass upward so that he could bury his face between my narrow buttocks. I always thought of my ass as too skinny, but it seemed to be the thing most men found attractive about me. It had been a long time since I felt a warm, wet tongue licking at my anus and I trembled with excitement. Theo kept returning to my cock, then kissing me deeply before returning to the rim job that he was clearly enjoying as much as I.
I was even more pleased when he stopped and lay on top of me briefly before rolling over onto his back and pushing my head down toward his lower body. I hadn't remembered much about his cock, because the only time we had been together, he had fucked me rather hastily, more for Fareed's benefit than mine. It was a big cock, something that I grown accustomed to with the Arab men and the few African Americans that I had been with. At nine inches, and thick, it was definitely a mouth full, but I had had lots of practice over the years, so my skills seemed to have stuck with me through the past three months of non-activity.
Theo's cock was circumcised and drooled heavily as I sucked him. I taste of his sweet man juices made my own cock pulsate with anxiety. He pulled my ass close to him so that he could play with it while I sucked his cock. He rolled over and pulled his ass cheeks apart, indicating that he wanted me to rim him. It was a practice that I had done often as a male whore, but rarely with the Arab friends of Mohammed's. Only a few of them would even rim me, and it was very rare when they wanted me to rim them. It wasn't my favorite thing to do, but I always did until they were satisfied.
Now, as I buried my face in Theo's ass, he held his full buttocks apart for me and I wanted more than anything to make him happy. I pushed my tongue into him as he had done for me and I heard him moan softly as he reached back and played with my hair. He ass was clean and without flavor, and I took long, sweeping strokes upward and back down, going all the way to his heavy nut-sac before pushing my tongue into him again. I had very little experience with ass-eating, but I had had my own rimmed so much that I knew all of the techniques.
I was disappointed only briefly when he rolled back onto his back and pushed my face down on his massive erection. He was getting a little more aggressive now and continued to push my head down forcing his cock into my throat. "Sit on it, Bobby," he said sternly.
I was always obedient and looked around for some lube. I found some on Fareed's mat next to us. He was now licking and rimming another young cutie, and I studied him briefly as I spread the lube on Theo's cock. I impaled myself on the thick piece, surprised that it didn't cause me any pain at all until it pushed into the deepest part of my gut. It was a pain that I had felt many times in the past and I knew that it would pass. Theo reached up and pulled me down to him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth again. Moments later, as I sat upright and lifted myself up, I watched his face with his eyes closed, his face looking peaceful and relaxed.
He reached his hands beneath my buttocks and with his strong arms, lifted me and lowered me as he saw fit. I merely sat and enjoyed the ride. In the sitting position, I was able to observe the activity on nearly every other mat. I could see that Orlan had already changed partners and was sucking a cock with his ass high in the air. I saw my former sex partner, Youseff, pushing his cock into one of Fareed's, young white guys. Both of them were gorgeous and moved together as though they had been partners forever. Most mats just held two men, but there were a couple that had three-way's going on. My cock throbbed as Theo continued to lift and lower me, and as I enjoyed the scenery.
When Theo moved me onto my hands and knees and mounted me from behind, I looked straight ahead at a couple I didn't know who seemed to be having problems because of a huge difference in their height and weight. One of the twinks was trying to fuck a man that was very overweight and I was glad that it wasn't me. Theo placed his hands around my waist and pushed into me forcefully now. There was no longer any pain, even when he pushed deep, and I felt a big drool of saliva fall from my mouth onto the mat.
Later, Theo moved me onto my back and later onto my stomach. It was a long fuck and it was while I was on my stomach with my cock rubbing back and forth as he thrust and pulled back, that my cock erupted onto the mat beneath me. I hollered out to announce my impending ejaculation, but Theo kept pumping in and out.
I made the normal amount of noise that always accompanies my ejaculations when one is particularly intense and when it was complete and there was little noise left in me except for some panting, Theo leaned forward and kissed my ears, pulled my head around to kiss my mouth and then rolled us both onto our sides where he continued his thrusts for several minutes before his body went stiff and he grunted loudly, spraying my insides with his warm, manly load. His body jerked hard, over and over again, accompanied with loud grunting noises. "Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh," he grunted as his body seemed to convulse behind me.
He started to pull out within seconds after his ejaculation was complete, but I pushed back and said, "NO! DON'T LEAVE YET," I said, louder and more forceful than I had intended.
He chucked a little and pulled me tighter in his arms and we lay there until he announced that he had to go take a piss. I went with him, stepping around the small pathways that Orlan had left when he put the mats down. I watched Theo piss as I stood at the sink and washed my face and rinsed my mouth with one of the small personal size mouthwash bottles that was there on the counter top.
I debated about evacuating Theo's load, but it had been so long that I had had taken a load that I didn't want to dump it immediately. He washed his hands and rinsed his mouth and then he embraced me as we kissed. "If you don't mind, I'd like to buy you a drink," he joked.
"Sounds good. I'll have vodka and tonic," I grinned.
We spent the next hour together, sitting and talking and I sensed that he liked me as much as I liked him. It was the only orgy that I had ever attended when I didn't have multiple partners. When Theo's cock began to stir again, he asked me if I would go with him back to a mat. A couple of hot looking men had expressed an interest in me and came to our table, sometimes caressing me and rubbing my back, but I sensed that Theo would have had hurt feelings if I left to go play with another man. I went back to the orgy room with him and without question, I knew I had done the right thing.
We continued to see one another almost daily after that day. Theo had migrated from Jamaica as a child and had lived in Philadelphis from the time he arrived to the present. He worked for the state department and spent a lot of time out of the country, but when he was around, he spent his time with me. I began my very slow recovery from my broken heart, found a decent job as an auditor for a defense contractor and four months later, Theo moved in to my condo with me. It was paid for, his wasn't, so he rented it out. Life was good once again.
My hands trembled as I reached for his naked body...
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