Secret invite-only party
At university I got into an invite-only gay party. On the inside of a cubicle door in a bathroom on campus I found a phone number with ‘naughty gays’ written above it. I’d heard about a number you could message for an invite-only party. It would get written on a random toilet door then scrubbed off by cleaners and reappear somewhere else. I wasn’t sure it was even real. On the bus home I texted the number and 20 minutes later I got a text back. It was a rainy, miserable day and already getting dark despite being only late afternoon. They asked I go to a gay bar in the city centre the following night at 9pm. Feeling skeptical I went to the bar, a bit wary someone I knew might see me. I got a pint and waited at the bar. I was a little worried this was all a set up. Eventually, a camp guy strutted in and we made eye contact. Hardly anyone was there, it was like a Wednesday night. He asked if I’d texted him and then we sat in a booth at the back of the pub. He told me about the party and gave me a looking over. Then he took me into the bathroom where there were posters of gay muscle models on the wall. The guy groped my hard cock, then said ‘just making sure’. As he left, he said I’d get a text.
The following afternoon I got an address and password, and a date and time: Friday 10pm. It was in the city centre and on Friday I headed down there on the bus. I pressed the buzzer. A voice asked for the password, and I gave it. Then it was quiet. I looked behind me, it was a quiet street off the main strip of bars. Suddenly the buzzer sounded and door lock clicked. I went inside and in the foyer walked by two girls heading out. I wondered if they were students and if they knew me. The flat was in the basement. I knocked on the door and someone opened it a crack. Password? I told them. The door opened and I was ushered inside. It was quite dark with a few low level different coloured lights, and it took a few seconds for my eyes to acclimatise. It was an open plan flat with a big L shaped sofa and thick rugs on the floor. About 12 topless/naked men were there in total. Some in thongs and jockstraps. I was handed a bottle of beer and sat down. I could hear people having sex in the next room. Someone told me to relax and then head into the next room when I was ready. After a little while, a guy came into the main area and did a striptease. He had a great body and a big cock. Next to me a lot of the guys had their cocks out. People were making out and sucking each other. I found the fridge and had another beer. Back on the sofa I started making out with a guy and he got his cock out. He was an older guy. Very sexually confident. Hairy chest. No one was really talking. He led me into the next room, basically a bedroom with a big bed and then another mattress on the floor. Two guys were fucking a twink on the bed. Me and the guy got onto the mattress and started to fuck. After a few minutes I was hoisted onto the bed and another guy made out with me. Within a couple more minutes there were five men on me, everyone was naked. I was lying on my back with all their cocks out over me. Each one fucked me on the bed and I loved it. I took so many loads. In the bathroom I farted out a couple of loads and cleaned myself up. Back in the living room I was dressed, on the sofa with another bottle of beer and making out a little with one of the other twinks, he was a student too. He was in a jockstrap. He said he was going to sleepover there. I wanted to head but what was the protocol? The front door suddenly burst open and a load of cops came in. They started ID’ing people and when they seemed satisfied I slipped out into the night, the cold air exhilarating, and wondered towards the strip and got the late bus home.