Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2006 17:09:06 EST From: adama1416@aol.com Subject: Clubhouse Towel Boy Part 4 Clubhouse Towel Boy (My First Summer Job) By L. Ray Chapter 4 All of the usual disclaimers apply: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex between teen aged boys and other teen aged boys, as well as between teenaged boys and adult men. If this type of material is illegal in your area, city, state, province, country, etc. then don't read it. If this type of material is offensive to you, then you shouldn't be here in the first place so leave now! If you read this story, please feel free to let me know how you liked it at adama1416@aol.com All email is read, sincere emails will be answered, while flamers will happily be filed to drawer 13. Preface; When I was a kid, my Mother and Grandmother encouraged me to keep a journal of the things that I did from day to day. I look back on those journals from time to time, and some of the things I did when I was younger amaze even me. But with some of it, I have to wonder how I ever kept from getting caught and having my ass beat with my Dad's belt. I am glad that I kept those journals, but I am even more glad that no one ever found them and read them! Back in the early 60s kids, boys especially, could get jobs at a much earlier age than they do now. What ever child labor laws there were, were seldom, if ever enforced. Some of the things that might happen to a young boy in the workplace back then were definately against the law, but if the boy enjoyed what he was doing, as I did, then who really got hurt? Remember Guys, this was a long time ago, and things have changed a lot since then. Please play safe! Always wear a condom! Part 4 Saturday morning started pretty much like the previous three days had gone, I got up, ate breakfast, got a bath, dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, put on my keds and headed for the garage to get my bike, but when I got to the bottom step in the side yard, I heard a horn blow, and looked to the front of the house to see Mike's big car sitting out front. I ran out as he rolled down the passenger side window. "Hey Red, jump in, we don't want to be late this morning!" "But I need my bike so I can get back home tonight!" "No you don't, I'm hosting a little party after work, and I'll bring you back home. I already talked to your Mother, and she said it was ok. I even told her that if you guys want, you can crash at my place tonight, and she said that that would be ok too, so let's get a move on!" I jumped into the car and pulled the seat belt across my lap. When it was fastened, Mike pulled away from the curb. It didn't take long for Mike to work his big hand up the leg of my shorts, and finding that I wasn't wearing underwear, he quickly began to fondle my hardening young cock. When we arrived at the clubhouse, Mike pulled around to the side of the building, and led me through the side entrance, straight to his office. "Listen Red, I want you to take care of as many men as you can today, but try not to give up any loads. I want you to save it for tonight! Think you can do that?" I'll do my best Mike, but if some guy is working my butt really good, I may not be able to keep from cumming." "Well, if that happens, that's fine, but just try not to release any of that sweet sperm today if you can. And don't go to the massage room today, except to replace towels. Paul is going to be training a new masseuse, and he needs to be able to give him as much attention as he can.!" With that, Mike pulled down his pants, sat back down in the chair, and looked up at me. "Think you can handle a little of my warm milk this morning?" I didn't have to be asked twice, as I leapt onto his cock, sucking it down as far as I could get it, in the first swallow. I pulled back up until only the head was in my mouth, swirled my tongue around the big thing, then shot straight down again. When I felt it getting to the back of my throat, I swallowed, and suddenly my nose was buried in Mike's pubic bush. I was amazed that I was able to get a small amount of air by flexing my tongue, which raised my upper pallet just enough to allow air to flow in. I also found that with each swallow, my throat muscles worked on Mike's sensitive head, and I could actually feel it pulse and throb in my throat. Mike moved above me, and opened the desk drawer. He told me to look up and the next thing I saw was a flash of light. "I had to take a picture of that big guy, none of the guys would believe that you actually got the whole thing into your throat without a witness, and now you've got the best witness there is, an actual picture of you with your nose buried in my hair!" It turned out that the camera was one of those new Polaroid Land Cameras, the kind that lets the film develop right then, so by the time that Mike shot his hot load down my throat, he had taken two or three more pictures and I got to see all of them before I had to leave to take care of my job. He even had one picture of me with my mouth about an inch and a half from his cock, catching the last spurts of his cum on my outstretched tongue. It looked so clear you could see the little white beads of his cum laying on my tongue. "This is the best one Red. I'm going to keep it to remind me of your sweet face, and that hot little tongue of yours." I stood up as I savored the last of Mike's cum on my tongue, and started to leave the office when Mike stopped me. "Don't forget to collect your tips today. I have a feeling that you will be making a lot of tips today!" I turned and headed out the door. It was a busy day, there were at least twelve foursomes on the course by 8:30, with more due in all day. When I got into the caddies locker, there were boys everywhere, changing into their uniforms. The main topic of conversation among the caddies seemed to be centered on their plans for the weekend. Randy walked over to me, wearing nothing but his jock, and placed his arm around my shoulder. Pulling me aside from the group he spoke softly, "So, are you working Mike's party tonight?" "Yeah, are you?" "Yeah, but be careful who you say anything to, because there's only six of us working it! Mike didn't tell me who all would be working the party, but he did say that there would be some special entertainment for the evening, that everyone working the party would really enjoy, and there would be some really special people there as well!" "Cool, I can't wait!" I said, as I stripped out of my shorts, pulling on my white uniform shorts. "I'll bet Jerry knows exactly who all will be working the party, Mike tells him everything!" "Well, if he does, he's not telling anyone, I asked him a while ago, and he just said to wait and see." We finished getting dressed, and went about our various duties. As I was on my way through the main locker room, I noticed only a few men in there, changing into golf togs, while others were getting ready to head into the showers , the sauna, or to grab a massage. I grabbed the tubs full of soiled towels, and after hooking them together, pulled them behind me toward the laundry. When I got to the laundry, Simon was in his office, with another man who I had seen once or twice before, they looked like they were having sex, but they were some distance apart, and the office door was closed so I couldn't see below their upper stomach area. Curiosity got the best of me, and I sneaked over toward the door of the office. Once I was in a position to see into the room, I could see that Simon and the other man, whose back was to me, were both working on a boy, who was between them, laying on top of Simon's big metal desk. Simon was fucking the boy in his butt, while the other man was stuffing the boy's mouth full. I couldn't see who the boy was, because of the big man being in the way, but he seemed to be enjoying what was going on, from the grunts and moans he was making. All of a sudden the two men decided to change places, and that's when I saw that the boy was Rick, one of the new caddies. Rick was a really hot boy, with coal black hair and eyes to match. His hair was almost as curly as mine was, but his skin was a lot darker than mine. I thought he might be what my dad called a redbone, which was a type of black person, but he talked with a funny accent. I found out later that he was from the Philippine Islands. He was 16, and stood nearly six feet tall, but there wasn't a hair anywhere on his body other than on his head and eyebrows. His chest was beautifully defined, with a nice set of abs that made me think he must play a lot of sports. His upper body made a perfect V from his shoulders to his waist, and his thigh and calf muscles were tight and rippled. When they changed positions, Rick turned over onto his back, and that's when I noticed that he didn't have much of a cock to go with that beautiful body. It was sticking up from his body, but it only looked like it was about four inches long. Simon immediately pushed his cock into the boy's mouth, while the other man shoved his cock into the boy's ass, and they quickly got back into the rhythm of things. Fortunately, none of the three had yet noticed that I was watching, and I decided that I had better get some clean towels out, before I did get caught. I quickly got two full carts and hooked them together so that I could pull them out to the showers and sauna area. Once I had the clean towels in place, I returned to the laundry to get two empty soiled carts to put into place. I decided to peek into Simon's office and just as I did, I saw both men cumming into the open mouth of the boy, Rick, who's tongue was darting this way and that way, trying to catch as much of the cum as he possibly could. I hurriedly got my empty carts and headed back into the outer areas. Next, I went into the massage room to check on the towel supply. I tripped over a small stool as I got to the area where we kept the towels, and Paul came to see what all the noise was about. "Oh, hi Red!" Paul said with a big grin. "I've already stocked my towels for this morning, but why don't you come in and let me introduce someone to you?" I followed Paul into the Massage area, and there was a young guy standing there, his back to us, looking at one of Paul's muscle charts that he had on the walls. "Ronnie, this is Red, our towel boy. Red, this is Ronnie, my new massage assistant." Paul said, by way of introductions. When Ronnie turned around, I thought I was going to pass out. Ronnie Charles was the drum major for our school band. He was a tall boy, with blonde hair, and the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He had large hands, and big arms to match. His chest was broad, and he filled out the white t-shirt that he was wearing, so that it looked as if the fabric would rip at the seams. His white shorts left little to the imagination, as I could see the outline of his huge teenaged cock, prominently displayed over a set of balls that looked as big as two tangerines stuffed into his shorts. Soft, I estimated his cock to be at least five inches long, with a large flare at the end. Ronnie blushed a bit upon recognizing me, but he stuck out his hand, greeting me as though we were meeting for the first time. I quickly took his hand, redirecting my eyes to his face, hoping that he didn't notice my staring at his cock. We shook hands and I immediately made excuses as to why I had to get going, and back to work. I told Paul I would check back later on the towels, and then told Ronnie that I would see him later. I couldn't wait to get out of the massage room, because I could already feel my cock starting to harden, and I didn't want Ronnie to see it, because I was afraid that he would figure out that I was a queer boy. After all, I had to go to band camp with him in August, and I didn't want any problems there. Once out of the massage room, and back into the locker area, I decided that it was time to go to the caddy shack and have a coke. I needed a little time to settle my shaky legs and my racing heart. This wasn't the first time that Ronnie had had this effect on me. Every time he got close to me during band practice, or if I saw him in his tight uniform pants, during a band performance, or just happened to run into him on the street, I would get weak in my knees, my heart would beat fast, and my mouth would go dry! But the worst, the absolute worst part, was that I always got a boner. In band practice, he would stand directly behind me, one hand resting on my shoulder, and watch the clarinets play, or he would kneel down next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat from his body, and smell his scent, and turn the pages for me on the music stand. One afternoon, when the new band members were trying on uniforms, he walked over to me, asking me how the pants fit, and took hold of the waist band, tugging and pulling here and there, then running his hand down the seat and back up the front to see if they were right. He had me bend forward as he pressed the seat of the pants down with his hands, then told me to stand up again. The whole time, my cock was getting bigger and bigger, and I was afraid that he would feel it through the pants. As he walked away, he turned back and smiled, saying, "Get a pair of suspenders and they'll be ok!" I sat drinking my coke, as my whole body trembled with the memories flashing through my young brain. I barely heard the voice saying, "Red, are you ok?" As I looked up to see Randy standing there. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" "Well, sort of. The drum major from my school band is working here now, he's the new massage assistant!" "Oh wow! And you're afraid that he'll find out what we do and tell the whole school, right?" "Yeah!" I said, as I hung my head for fear that I would start to cry. "Don't worry about it. I'll see what I can find out from Paul and Mike, and it will all be OK! You'll see!" I tried to smile, but a weak smile was about the best I could do, as Randy put his arm over my shoulder, reassuringly hugging me to him. "Have you restocked the pool yet?" "No, not yet, I was going there next!" "Well, you just sit here for a little while, and I'll go take care of it!" He got up and left the caddy shack, heading into the clubhouse through the same door I had come out of. I sat there for about fifteen minutes, when Randy came back out to the shack, smiling from ear to ear. "Hey little buddy, I don't think you have anything to worry about!" I looked up dumbly. "I just stopped in the massage room, and Paul was doing a good job of feeding his monster to a really cute blonde boy in club whites!" I gulped, as my face lit up in a big smile! "You mean.?" "Yep, Mr. Band Drum Major was doing a solo on the ole' skin flute! And had almost all of it deep in his throat, while leaking his own pre cum all over the floor." Randy sat next to me and elbowed me in the ribs. "Looks like maybe this time, you're on top!" Randy said, then we both broke out in hysterical laughter. I finished my coke, and asked Randy what he was doing for lunch. "I thought that you , Jerry and I would go out to the snack bar by the pool. The club swim team is having a practice today at about 1:00, and they practice in the nude. Thought we'd check out the boys' packages while we enjoy our lunch." "Cool, I'll meet you two at the service walkway at 12:30 then." We parted, as I went to check on the locker room. When I got into the locker room, I found about 12 men were in there changing from their golf clothes. Some were headed to the sauna, some to the massage room, and some to the showers. I was suddenly startled by a sting on my ass , as I turned quickly to see who had hit me and was looking straight into the face of Dr. Bill, who had a big smile on his face and a towel wrapped around his waist. "Hi Larry, how has your first week of work gone, so far?" "Hey Dr. Bill, pretty good so far, I've had a lot of fun, made a lot of great new friends, and made great tips too!" "Well, if you've got the time, I was wondering if maybe we could get together for some of that special service of yours!" he said as he grabbed his cock through the towel. "It's a little crowded in here right now, but I guess we could go to the caddie's locker room!" "Hmm, well, I sort of thought that maybe we could do something in here, give the others a little show, and maybe even get you some extra tips in the process, but if you don't want to." I looked around the locker room, and didn't see anyone that I actually knew, so I looked at Dr. Bill and smiled as I said, "Sure, why not!" Dr. Bill led me over to one of the benches and stepped one foot over it, sitting on the bench as he loosened his towel, letting it fall open to expose his half flaccid cock. I straddled the bench and sat in front of him, leaning forward to suck his cock into my mouth, as I hefted his ball sac with my hand. Dr. Bill moaned loudly as I went to work on him with my tongue and lips. >From the corners of my eyes, I could see several pairs of bare feet starting to move in around us, then felt a hand rubbing my firm young ass through the thin fabric of my shorts. In a matter of seconds, I felt the hand first moving up inside of the leg of the shorts, and then down under the elastic waist band, to gently massage my ass cheeks. I felt myself being lifted by the hips as my shorts were pushed down until they were at the level of the bench, and suddenly there were several hands caressing my bare skin. Occasionally, a finger would dip into the crack, while the hand moved firmly up and down the cheek. I suddenly felt a wet finger poking at my hole, then forcing it's way inside, as it probed around inside. The first finger was soon joined by another, and then a few seconds later by still another, as they moved around inside me. Dr. Bill had leaned back onto the bench, as I saw another face come up next to mine, it's tongue flicking at Dr. Bill's cock base each time my mouth would come up to the top of his shaft. Then I felt the fingers coming out of my ass, only to be replaced by the head of a cock. I felt the cock slip inside, and it wasn't really very big, so I didn't even pause while sucking on Dr. Bill's cock. The man fucking my ass didn't take long to cum, as I felt him become perfectly still and then felt his cum shooting up into my hole. As soon as he pulled out, another cock started in and began to pump in and out of me. I could hear the man moaning as he said how tight my ass was on his cock. By the time the second man was emptying his load into me, Dr. Bill was cumming into my sucking mouth. Once he regained his composure, he wiggled out from under me, and another man was taking his place. I could hear voices off to the side, but was trying to concentrate on the cocks in my ass and mouth, so I didn't really understand what was being said. The only voice I could actually recognize was that of Dr. Bill. When the third man had filled my ass with his cum, I felt his hands remain on my butt cheeks, pulling them apart as he put his lips against my hole and began to suck and tongue deep into my hole, sucking out as much of the three loads of cum as he could get. By the time it was all done, I had taken four loads of man cum down my throat, and eight more up my ass. I lay on the bench, face down, while I recovered from all the activity of the past hour and a half, when Dr. Bill helped me up to a sitting position, sitting down next to me and handing me a wad of money. There's a hundred from each guy who fucked you or got sucked by you, except the one who ate out your hole. He gave me two hundred, and there's a hundred from me too." I couldn't believe what Dr. Bill was saying as I counted the money, and I leaned toward him saying, "It's only fifty each Dr. Bill." "Well, you earned every penny of it, and they all said that they would like to have another go next Saturday if you're here, so I told them that if they were good to you, that maybe next time, you'd do something a little more special!" Dr. Bill helped me up off the bench and over to the toilets, where I sat down on one to evacuate the combined loads of cum starting to leak from my hole. I rolled the wad of bills into the top of my sock, cleaned myself off, and pulled up my shorts, as I got ready to head out to meet Randy and Jerry for lunch. "Hey big guy, don't you have an appointment with me on Monday at 6:00?" Dr. Bill asked. "Yes sir, I do!" "Good, Kathy leaves the office at 5:00, so we won't be disturbed. See you Monday evening then!" I thanked him for everything and left the locker room through the back entrance, to find Jerry, Randy, and a new boy waiting for me at the service trail to the pool. "Whose this?" I asked. "Red, this is Teddy, he's a new caddy so we're showing him around like we did with you when you first started." "Cool, lunch is on me guys!" I said with a devilish little grin on my face. "Somebody has been busy this morning!" Randy said teasingly as we walked over to the snack bar by the pool, placed our orders and found a picnic table to sit down. We talked and laughed as we ate our food, then Teddy cleared the table as we got up to leave. "We're going to take Teddy over to the barn, want to join us?" Jerry asked with a broad smile. The poor boy didn't have a clue what he was in for, and as much as I would like to have gone, I decided not to. "Na, I want to stop in and see Paul after I make sure that there are plenty of towels everywhere. Let me know how it goes though!" The three of them headed off toward the barn as I got the soiled cart from the pool area, and pushed it up the path toward the laundry doors. Once I had the towels all situated and restocked, I decided it was time to go pay Paul and Ronnie a visit. I wasn't really sure what I was going to say to Ronnie, or Paul, but I knew that I wanted to see where I stood with Ronnie especially, because of what he could do to make my life miserable at school in the fall. I went into the massage room, through the back way, which had become my way of going in and out, and Paul was explaining to Ronnie about the various oils that they used, how to heat them, what each specific blend was for, and so on. There was a very large man in the changing area, getting ready for a massage, and I was afraid that I would be interrupting their work. Preparing to turn and leave, Paul motioned for me to come on in. When Ronnie saw me, he smiled broadly, which made me a little uneasy, until he walked over to me. Putting his arm over my shoulder and sort of pulling me further into the room, he said, "We have to talk!" My head swooned as my nostrils took in his scent, a combination of perspiration and Aqua Velva Spice, which gave him a rather manly smell and had it not been for his arm secure on my shoulder, I might have gone straight to the floor. As Ronnie helped me to a chair, he asked if I was ok. Nodding my head slowly, I began to feel my face flush with a slight twinge of embarrassment. "Are you sure that you're ok?" Paul asked. Again I nodded my head as I caught my breath. "Yeah, I'm ok. Just got a little dizzy for a minute." Ronnie went to one knee beside the chair. "You know, I found out something today, and I really want to talk to you about it. Do you think that we can get together later?" "Well, I still have a break coming up in a bit, so if you can get away, yeah." His closeness was having it's effect on me, as I felt my dick starting to harden in my jock and shorts. Of course, Ronnie noticed and moved his hand to my thigh, as the smile on his face got bigger. The heat from his hands on my shoulder and knee, the close proximity of his body to mine, his still heady aroma lingering in my nose, all combined to make me extremely vulnerable at that moment, sending any resolve that I might have had, when I came in, right out the door. I think at that moment, if he had told me to suck his cock, I would have just dropped to my knees and done so. "Can I ask you a question Red?" Hesitantly, I stammered out, "Ye..ah.. I guess so." "Are you and Mr. Kinney. is he.? "No way! I wouldn't, I couldn't, he always smells like a.a hospital or something." "Then why is he always staying so close to you in the band room and stuff?" I could feel my face flushing even more red, as the tears began to well up and burn my eyes. I lowered my head, feeling suddenly inferior to those around me. "Mr. Kinney found out, from my school records, that I was born crippled. He's afraid that I will hurt my feet or something, with all the marching and stuff that we do!" I could feel the tears starting to streak down my face and drip onto my shorts. Ronnie put his hand under my chin, lifting my face toward his. He then tenderly leaned forward and kissed my cheeks, as he used his thumb to brush away a tear. "I.I don't know what to say. I didn't know about that!" Ronnie said softly. "I thought that you and him were.um.romantically involved. That's why I have never said anything to you before. I've wanted to be with you since that first day in the band room, when we had try outs!" "And I have wanted to be with you since band camp last year!" I replied. "And after what Paul told me this morning, I wish I had said something a long time ago. I want you inside of me!" Ronnie said. "Listen," Paul said, "Why don't you two go take a break, and have a long talk. If anything comes up, I'll get hold of you." I looked up at Paul pleadingly. "Paul, you won't tell Mike will you? I really like working here, and I don't want to be fired because of my feet. I'm tired of people thinking I can't do something because I'm a cripple!" "Don't worry Red, Mike already knows, don't you think that he talked to your parents before he hired you? Mike's a good guy, he believes in giving kids a chance, and I know for a fact that you haven't disappointed him at all. He talks about how quick you pick up on things, how eager you are to please the members, and how well you do your work, and all without complaining! You've always got a smile on your face, no matter what, and I know that he likes that too, so I don't think you have any worries there buddy!" My whole disposition changed very quickly as Ronnie and I started to head for the back door. "Son, what was wrong with your feet?" The voice startled all three of us. We had forgotten about the man in the changing area. "I was born with clubbed foot in both feet, sir." I responded. "I had a bunch of operations done at the Shriner's hospital in Lexington, and they taught me how to walk when I was six." The man handed me a card with a phone number written on it in ink. "Do me a favor son, have your parents give me a call one evening this week. You see, I am the head of Orthopedic Medicine at University Hospital, and I have a proposition I would like to discuss with them, and of course you too. And don't worry, I won't say anything about what I overheard you young men talking about, that's really none of my business. So now if you don't mind, you two run along, and let me get on with my massage!" He smiled as he dropped his towel on a chair, and climbed onto the table. Ronnie and I headed out to the caddy shack to drink a coke and talk. We had been out there for nearly thirty minutes when Randy and Jerry walked in, both smiling from ear to ear. "Hey guys, how'd it go out at the barn?" They both looked in surprise, but the look on my face must have told them that it was cool to talk in front of Ronnie. Randy chirped, "That boy can suck cock like a pro!" "Yeah," added Jerry, "and his ass ain't virgin either!" Ronnie looked a little confused, "You mean you guys.all of the boys who work here. Oh fuck, this is totally far out!" We all broke out in uproarious laughter as Jerry and Randy sat down with their cokes. We continued to talk for a few minutes until Ronnie and I got up to leave. "You two have fun!" shouted Randy, "We'll save you some of Teddy's hot ass for you!" Once back inside the building, Ronnie went back to the massage room and I decided that I should restock the pool and lockers with towels because of how busy it had been today. Later, as we were in the caddies locker room, Randy and Jerry pulled me off to the side, along with Craig, Mark, and Peter. "We are going out to the caddy shack and wait until everyone else is done and gone. We have to talk about tonight!" The six of us left the locker room and went out to the shack. Jerry was carrying a box and once we were all seated, he opened it and started handing out little white bags to each of us. "These are your uniforms for tonight guys. Mike is having a party for some very important people, and he wants us to look special for the guests. You will put these on after we shower, and then put your regular clothes on over top of them until we get to Mike's house." As we opened the bags, all that was in them were very tiny bikinis that tied at the sides with really tiny strings and bowties with white collars attached to them. The bikinis and ties were all silver and shiny and the tiny pieces of cloth didn't look big enough to cover my balls, let alone anything else. "Mark, Craig, and Peter, you three will shave Randy, Red and Me, and then we'll shave you three!" Now I was confused. I didn't have any whiskers, and I didn't think any of the others did either, so I didn't know what we were going to shave, but I would sure find out when we got back to the locker room. I watched, in amazement, as Jerry applied the lather to his pubic hair and around his balls, and then his underarms, then handed the mug to Randy as Mark began shaving him with a safety razor. By the time Randy handed me the mug, my hands were trembling, but as I applied the lather, I couldn't help but to get aroused. Peter was very skillful as he moved the razor around on my body, removing all of my precious pubes, and my pit hair. I thought I would cum when he was running the razor over my tight balls, creating a tickling sensation. Once we were all six shaved, we ran into the showers and cleaned ourselves good, then rinsed, dried, and put on the tiny bikinis. As I looked in the mirror, seeing our reflections in the glass, I couldn't help but feel extra sexy over the sight of the six of us in the shiny, tiny, pieces of cloth! When we arrived at Mike's house, we all went straight to the basement and removed our street clothes, keeping on just the bikinis and bow ties. Mike showed us where to put our clothes, so that they would be safe for the night. "Nobody goes into the play room until I say so! Is everybody clear on that?' Mike said firmly. We all nodded our agreement as he began to fill us in on our duties for the night. For the first part of the evening, we would be serving drinks and canapes to the guests, some of whom we would recognize as very famous people, but we were not to let ourselves become star struck with any of them. Later in the evening, there would be some "special" entertainment, and following that we would be free to have sex with anyone who wanted too. "And remember guys, you don't have to do anything that you don't want to! If anyone tries to force you to do something that you don't want, you come and get me, and they will be gone! It's that simple!" Mike stated very pointedly, emphasizing the last line. "I won't be drinking anything but tea in my glass tonight, so I will be able to protect you boys, I don't want anything bad to happen to any of you, because you are very important to me! And I don`t care how much the guests plead and beg, none of you six leaves this house with anyone, Got it! Now, Mark, Jerry, and Red, you will be working down here, serving drinks to my guests, Randy, Peter and Craig, you boys will be serving the canapes, which means you will be making a lot of trips between the kitchen and down here, but I don't want you in the same place at the same time. Any questions?" None of us had any questions as we all shook our heads "no" in unison. "I have to say that you boys look fantastic! This party is going to be the best one I've had this year! With help like you guys, it can't miss!" It was now getting close to 6:00 and Mike had ordered some food for us to eat before his guests arrived. The delivery guy was pretty good looking, about the same age as Jerry, but a little more of an athletic build. He looked at the six of us standing in the kitchen, wearing nothing but our little uniforms, and he smiled as he rubbed his crotch. Mike gave him a very large tip, and winked as the boy turned to leave. We ate quickly, cleaning up our mess, and still had a little while to rest before the guests began to arrive. The chatter between us was lively, but also inquisitive, as we all wondered about the big secret surrounding the special entertainment. We were also curious about who the famous guests would be, as we named several local celebrities, dismissing first one and then another, for whatever reason. The Bartenders had arrived and were busy setting up the bars in basement. There was a man in the kitchen putting large trays of bite sized foods into the oven, and cutting various fresh fruits into different sized pieces. Mike told Mark, Jerry, and me to head downstairs and get to know the bartender, and had Randy , Peter, and Craig go into the kitchen to meet the guy doing the cooking. In no time the basement was beginning to get noisy as the guests arrived. There were a couple of movie stars that I recognized from different films that I had seen, a very famous singer, a couple of sports stars from the Cincinnati baseball team, a state senator, and a U S senator, and a local TV celebrity, and three people that none of us knew, watching us move about in our little bikinis as we wandered through the crowd. Some tried to pinch us on the butt cheeks, and others told us how nice we looked, and how Mike really knew how to throw a party. Mike kept close watch on the six of us giving us ten minute breaks every now and then, allowing us to go into the little back room where he had had us put our clothes but none of us took a break at the same time. As the party moved along, Mike made an announcement as Peter, Randy, and Craig came down carrying large long metal bowls of cut fresh fruit, which they put on a long table that had been set up for that purpose. "Does everyone have a full drink?" Now, if everyone will find a cushion from along the wall, and have a seat around the room, we'll get the entertainment started. You'll notice that there is a circle outlined on the floor, and a sort of path leading from that door to the center of the circle. Please do not sit inside that area, unless you want to be part of this evening's entertainment!" The men were taking seats all over the floor, sitting on the cushions, or stretching out and propping there shoulders on them. Mike signaled to the bartender at the back of the room, who lowered the lights, and started some strange music playing as the playroom door opened. A man, dressed in a leather jock came through the door, a leash in his hand leading some sort of animal. As the "animal" got to the door, it turned out to be a tall boy, wearing only a black jock strap, and a half hood, which covered his face from the nose up . The leash was attached to a dog collar that was fastened around the boy's neck. There was a strange familiarity about the boy, but I couldn't put my finger on exactly what it was. The man led him into the center of the room, and had him kneel down on his knees, head bowed, and hands behind his back. Once the boy was situated, the man moved around behind him forcing his head back until his face was pointing toward the ceiling. "You've been a very bad boy! And you know what happens to bad boys, don't you? Yes you do, they get punished! So are you ready for your punishment?" "Yes sir!" the boy said. "I didn't hear you, what did you say?" the man shouted at the boy. "Yes Sir!" the boy said more loudly. "And how do you think you should be punished?" "Please make me beg for your cock sir!" "Where do you want me to put my cock, boy?" "In my sorry ass sir! And then shove it down my throat please Sir!" With that the man pushed the boy forward. He opened the pouch on the leather jock that he was wearing, and pulled out a cock almost as big as Mike's, then got down behind the boy, and moved his cock into the boy's hole. The boy yelled as the mammoth cock entered him in one shove. The man held still for a few seconds, then began to fuck in and out of the boy, as he reached around the boy and twisted his large pointed nipples. "Who have you been bad to boy?" shouted the man as he fucked into the boy's ass. "To some of the boys at the club sir!" "How were you bad to them?" "I was rude to them, and thought about getting some of them fired sir!" He fucked the boy harder and harder, until he was almost ready to explode, then he pulled his cock out without warning, and threw the boy onto his back as he shoved his dirty cock into his mouth. "Now suck that cock clean boy, and swallow my cum load!" He had his cock all the way to his balls in the boy's mouth and throat, so the boy couldn't possibly answer him, but he kept pumping in and out of the boy's sucking mouth. All at once, his body went stiff, as he dumped his cum down the boy's throat. As he pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth, he said, "Now boy, there are six of the boys from the club here. You will go to each one of them and have them bend forward so that you can lick and suck their tight holes! Do you understand me?" "Yes sir!" "And you will tell each of them that you are sorry for causing them problems, and that they are to use you anytime in the next week that they want to, is that understood?" "Yes Sir!" The boy then crawled on his knees from first one of us and then the other, until he had done what he was supposed to. When he returned to the center of the room, the man removed the boy's hood, revealing him to everyone in the room. I nearly fell over when I saw that it was David. He turned to the man and whispered something to him, then the two of them turned and went back into the playroom as the lights turned back up. "Ok, now you guys can go and join those two, or you can pick someone else, and have fun, but remember, that you don't hurt any of my boys, and you don't leave here without tipping them, and I don't mean a fucking fifty dollar bill either!" Mike said. Mike and one of the actors walked over to Jerry and began fondling him, kissing him from head to toe, and back again. Another actor and the U S senator zeroed in on Peter, who was all smiles and giggles. The state senator joined David and the mystery man in the playroom, as the two baseball players and the local TV guy came over to Randy and me. Craig was being well attended to by the other two men. The first baseball player spoke, saying, "How about you two boys join us for a little fun in the play room? I'm just dying to see what you boys are hiding under those little bitty pieces of cloth, and I can't wait to sink my teeth into this little red head's creamy butt!" Randy and I led the way to the playroom, as the three adults were close on our heels, following like love starved puppies. Once inside the playroom, we quickly surveyed the area. David was stretched out on the St. Anthony's Cross, his back to us, as the Senator was shoving what looked like a really big rubber dick in and out of David's ass. The senator was wearing a leather harness and the mystery guy was shoving his cock in and out of the senator's ass. The ball player, Joe, led Randy and me over to the saw horse. The other ball player knelt down and started fastening Randy's ankle to the left leg, then his right ankle to my left one and my right ankle to the right leg of the saw horse. Joe and the TV guy, bent us forward while the other guy fastened our hands to the legs on the other side. Joe, began rubbing his hands all over my back, and down my legs, and Tom, the TV guy was doing the same thing to Randy. With one hand, Joe had pulled the little string holding my little bikini and let it drop to the floor. Tony, the other ball player was standing in front of us, and began removing his clothes. As he began to show more and more of his skin, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His skin was as smooth as mine, but really well tanned. The only part that wasn't tan was where his briefs were, and the contrast between that area and the rest of him was almost shocking. His muscles rippled with each movement that he made, and even in the dim red light of the room, his body seemed to glisten and sparkle. His cock was still totally soft, but it was big. It looked as big soft as mine was hard. He used his hands to rub around on Randy's and my faces, as his soft cock swayed back and forth with his gentle movements. I was mesmerized by the show going on inches from my face, when I felt my cheeks being pulled apart, and a tongue, snaking it's way into my tight little hole. Randy was moaning softly next to me, so I assumed that the same thing was happening to him. I could feel saliva beginning to run down the backside of my balls, as the tongue worked in and out of me, going deeply enough that the lips were pressed firmly against my outer ring. I could feel the slight beard stubble of the man's face as it brushed the cleft of my ass cheeks, and it sent sensations through me. Tony had stopped caressing my face with his hand, and had taken hold of his cock, bringing the tip to my lips. I opened my mouth, as the velvety soft head passed my lips, and the cock immediately began to swell. I felt the head expand, and the shaft lengthen, as his cock seemed to have a life of it's own, growing rapidly inside my mouth. As the head hit my tonsils, I swallowed and felt the head enter my throat, my nose buried in the softness of Tony's pubic hair. Just as I began to feel dizzy from the lack of air, Tony pulled back, allowing me to take in a deep breath before he pushed forward again. I could feel my jaws being stretched, almost painfully, by the girth of the cock which was slowly assaulting my throat. After what seemed like a long while, Tony pulled his cock completely out of my mouth, taking with it strings of my spit mixed with copious amounts of his pre-cum, as he aimed it at Randy's open waiting mouth. The cock looked to be at least nine inches long, and was as big around as Mike's. I felt the head of Joe's cock at the entrance to my hole, I could feel his pulse in his cock as he pushed gently forward, the flared cock head spreading my anal ring to allow access to my tunnel. Once the head was inside, Joe simply pushed forward, not stopping until I felt his balls against my own, and his pubes brushing against my cheeks. He gripped my hips with his big, firm hands and began to ride me, slowly at first, then building speed until it seemed he was thrusting with desperation. I had lost my concentration, somewhat, and wasn't aware of things when Tony began shoving his cock back into my mouth and down my throat. I was really loving having two cocks in me at once, filling both of my holes, and feeling like they were meeting at the center. I couldn't help thinking that I was being stuffed at both ends by star professional baseball players. Most of my friends from school would kill just to be close to these two guys, and here I was, the filling in their sandwich, I could just imagine their faces if they could be here to see this scene. Tony's cock was going in at the same time that Joe's was, and pulling out at the same time too. Suddenly, Tony pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved it back into Randy's waiting mouth. Joe was now pounding me so hard that his sweat was raining off his hair and onto my back, when I felt him shove forward as hard as he could and his cock began to throb and unload deep inside my ass. I felt the heat from each spurt as it coated my bowel walls. Tom must have been unloading in Randy's ass as well, because the only movement I could see was Tony, still stroking his cock into Randy's greedy mouth. Just as suddenly as he had pulled his cock from my mouth, Tony pulled out of Randy's and began to spray copious amounts of cum all over both our faces, the first shot hitting my open mouth as I tasted it's salty sweetness on my tongue. By the time that Tony had stopped shooting, Joe and Tom had untied Randy's and my feet and hands and were leading us over to the great big bed. They put Randy on his back on the bed and tied his wrists to the long straps that were fastened to the wall at the head. They then tied his ankles to two straps that hung down from the ceiling, and had me get up over him so that our cocks where at each other's mouths. Tony got up on the bed behind me and Joe got behind Randy, his big cock at eye level to me, giving me the first good look at the eight inch cock which had just been up my ass. Joe pulled on the two cords which were fastened to Randy's ankles, raising his ass into the air, and his cock up to my mouth. Joe then shoved his cock into Randy, in one fast motion. He pushed down on my head, and without any further encouragement, I engulfed Randy's cock with my mouth. Tony pushed down slightly on my hips as Randy opened his mouth to accept my cock, and Tony pushed his hard cock deep into my ass. Tom then climbed up onto the bed and straddled my back, facing Joe, as he shoved his cock deep into Joe's throat. Tom warned Randy and me not to cum until they told us to do so, as Tony and Joe began to fuck us. Knowing that the two men had just cum, I was sure that this was going to be a long slow fuck session. It seemed like hours that they fucked us, when I began to hear Tony starting to groan and pant. His cock felt almost twice as big inside me now, as he lunged forward and held himself deep inside me. Joe was in the same situation at the other end , holding himself deep inside Randy's ass. Tom got down on his knees beside us as he swatted Randy's and my asses, yelling "Now boys, cum now!" I felt my cum start to shoot into Randy's mouth, which caused my ass muscles to clamp even harder on Tony's cock. When that happened, I felt Tony start Shooting another load into me that was just as powerful as the previous one. I was busy swallowing Randy's cum, when I felt something was a little strange, Tony still hadn't stopped squirting into my ass, and it felt like my ass was filling up with something As I looked down at Randy, it looked like his stomach was starting to pooch out, and I could feel the same thing happening to me. Tom told Joe and Tony to hold it just a minute more, and then said, "Ok guys, now!" They both pulled their cocks out of us and I felt like I had to shit really bad. All at once, what seemed like a gallon of liquid shot out of my ass and all over Tony who had lowered himself so that his face was right in line with my squirting ass hole. Joe was in the same position behind Randy as he too began to unload. They had pissed into our asses and the combination of cum, piss and our ass juices were now covering the two men, as well as the big bed. Tom stood up over us and proceeded to shower the four of us with his own hot piss. Once they had untied Randy, the five of us left the playroom to go to the small room where the shower was. We all washed off and once dried sat in the main room, eating fruit and drinking. I had had a few sips of my uncle's drinks at home, but these were large, full drinks made with rum and coke. I didn't find the taste at all unpleasant. We talked a while as the three men dressed. Tony wanted to know if Randy and I were ever available to do private parties, to which we looked at each other and then nodded. As they were leaving, they each handed Randy and me some bills folded together. We walked them to the main door upstairs and after they had left, we looked at the money they had given us. It was three hundred apiece, all in twenty dollar bills. When we got back downstairs, Mike was ushering out the last of the guests. "Did you boys have a good time tonight?" I said, "Yeah, it was awesome, but I'm not sure about being peed on though. That just seems gross to me!" Randy nodded in agreement. "Well, some people don't like it, but a lot of baseball players get into that sort of thing!" "We made a really big mess on the bed though." "Not a problem boys, it's already being cleaned up. Now, how about we all get settled down and get some sleep, I have to have you guys back at the club in the morning!"