Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2011 20:13:48 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Hosting the Orgy

			     HOSTING THE ORGY
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     I wasn't surprised when three guys all wearing football letterman
jackets approached me in the hallway. I was downright expecting it,
including the half-suspicious, half-hopeful and half-nervous look they all
wore (I know that's three halves, but it was like they accomplished it by
shifting among them at near-random). "Hey, Marty, talk to you for a
minute?" the center of the three said. Six foot one, 250 pounds or so,
broad-shouldered and slim-hipped, the blond-haired, blue-eyed Adonis
halfback of the football team.
     "Sure, Gregg." I said.
     Gregg wet his lips and said, "You've talked with Alyssa, right? She
says she's talked to you. I mean, did she, uh, did she...."
     I smiled, rather dreamily and for damned good reason. "Yeah, she did."
I agreed. "Wanted me to use my house to host a party tonight. Just the five
girls of the cheerleading squad and their boyfriends, and me." The "me"
part was why my grin was so dreamlike.
     "The party, uh...." That was Tom, on the left of Gregg. "She said what
kind of party?"
     I grinned again. "Yeah."
     * * * * *
     Have you ever had someone talk you into doing something and you KNOW
they're going to screw you over but good, but you're so eager for what
they're offering that you do it anyway? It was like that when I agreed to
let the cheerleading squad use my house for their planned orgy with their
boyfriends on the football team.
     Now, I'm no jock but I'm no nerd either. Compared to these guys, I was
like four inches shorter and forty pounds lighter muscle-wise. What you'd
call an ordinary guy. No strain on the eyes, but still, when the girls were
looking at someone with eager passion, they were looking past me to someone
else. So when Alyssa came up to me to talk about something, I was all
eager-eyes-and-ears.
     "Marty, your family is gone for the week, right?"
     "Yeah." I said. "Got the entire house to myself until next
Tuesday. Want to come over?"
     "Yeah, kind of." she said.
     I should have given up at "kind of" but I persevered. "Great!" I said.
     "And my friends want to come over, too." She indicated the other four
members of the cheerleading clique she operated.
     "Even better." I agreed.
     "And we want to invite some guys from the football team." she
concluded.
     "Why? Uh, I mean, okay." Like I said, I knew I was being played but
having five gorgeous girls and five hunky guys partying under my roof was
too much to turn down. And you never know when you can turn things to your
own benefit.
     "We have a special kind of party in mind, and you're invited to
participate, totally." she said, smiling seductively.
     "Participate?"
     She went on, explaining. Her plan was to have a full-fledged,
old-fashioned orgy. You know, the kind where everyone gets naked out in a
pile in the middle of the floor and everyone does everything with everyone?
That kind of orgy. And I was invited to "participate!" Six guys and five
girls, a fellow could get more than lucky in a pile like that!
     So I was grinning like an idiot when she went on, "By the way, are you
willing to go both ways for the night?"
     "Any way you want." I said through my smile that threatened to split
my face in two.
     "I mean, we're all out there together, you might find yourself facing,
uh, shall we say, big and hard. If you do, you have to go ahead and take
it. That's a strict rule we're putting on this evening, no rules. You do
whoever you're next to, girl or guy."
     "Has Gregg agreed to this?"
     "It's going to be a surprise for the guys, we tell them after we get
it all set up, but before Saturday night." she nodded. "But can you imagine
any of them turning down a chance at all of us at one time?" She indicated
her friends again who smiled and waved and giggled.
     "I see what you mean." I said.
     "Great!" Alyssa said. "Okay, it's at Marty's place!" she called to her
friends.
     And the girls cheered and two blew me kisses.
     * * * *
     I told all this to the three, and concluded, "So it's to be an
all-out, full-fledged, everyone naked in a pile in the middle of the room
orgy." I said. "You do whatever you can with whoever is nearest to you. And
because I'm hosting the orgy, I get to be part of the fun, right out there
naked in the pile along with all of you."
     "Marty, do you...that is, do you think Alyssa is serious?" Gregg
wasn't jealous about the possibility of sharing his girlfriend Alyssa with
his buddies (and me!) because the girls were all the "play the field"
types, they didn't have any particular hold on any of that little
clique-of-five. And all five of these guys were heading for three different
colleges where they had football scholarships, their relationships with the
girls was about to end anyhow.
     "Well, guys, let me put it this way. Yeah, the girls might be playing
all of us as fools for some reason. But do you really want to take the
chance they're not?"
     Gregg considered this with his not-too-bright brain, and
nodded. "Yeah, I see what you mean."
     "That's how I feel about it. I may be setting myself up for a lot of
frustration. But anyhow, I'm working now on the theory that I'm hosting an
orgy tonight. At least I hope I am. Be there before 8:45 tonight, Alyssa
was specific about that. Something about the girls want to make a grand
entrance right at 9:00."
     That satisfied these guys, they moved off. I watched those three tight
asses until the bodies of others blocked them, then moved off to my algebra
class.
     My stomach was churning as the night approached. The guys arrived one
at a time, more nervous/suspicious/hopeful than ever, more like
three-quarters of each flickering faster than ever.
     Alyssa had laid down the rule upon entering. "Come on in, Gregg, Tom,
Fred, Alonzo, Carl." I said to them, in that order. "Come on in, take off
all your clothes and put them in the coat closet here. Then go into the
main room and take a seat in the conversation pit. When the girls arrive at
nine, they plan to put on a little show for us. So get yourself ready, if
you know what I mean. There's a porn tape going on the television to help
you get going."
     So by 8:45, I had five football jocks, naked, sitting in the
conversation pit (a sunken square of seating, one long couch-like affair,
in case you haven't seen one, they're not as popular as they used to be),
watching porn and stroking themselves.
     And the phone rang. I went to answer it, I was wearing only a
toga-like thing at Alyssa's request. A square of cloth held together by a
single clasp at one shoulder, and naked underneath that. "Hello." I said
and the guys looked at me. The phone was by the door of the room. "Hi,
Alyssa. Yes, they're all here, ready and waiting. And so am I!" The guys
chuckled. I listened to Alyssa and said, "Yeah, I got the lubricating oil
you left this afternoon." It had been left at the door after the doorbell
rang, just sitting there with a note that it was for tonight. "You want me
to what?" Pause. "I can't do that! The guys would kill me!" Another
pause. "Well, okay, if that's what it takes. But you girls have to get here
soon, okay? We're all waiting, already."
     And I hung up.
     "What did she say?" Gregg asked.
     I looked at the big, blond-haired stud with his cock in his hand (God,
it must be nine inches, and uncut!), and said, "Alyssa wants me to get you
guys all greased up."
     "Greased up."
     "Rub the lube on your cocks for you. Says its my duty as the host." I
wet my lips. "They plan to dance in here, she said, naked, and then they'll
end by each one of them getting up over you and squatting down on your
dong. So she wants me to be sure you're all lubricated and well-lubed,
before they dance in."
     "Man, you can't touch my dick!" Carl protested. A black-haired version
of Gregg in many ways, hairier, but every bit as big. "You squirt some on
my palm and I'll do it myself."
     "Alyssa made me promise." I said. "I do everything just as she says,
or the whole deal is off."
     "And you're going to do it?" Tom asked. A bit smaller and shorter than
the others, light brown hair, and a full-back, he did more running and less
blocking for the team. "You're going to rub our cocks with lube for us? Get
us all slicked up and greasy?"
     "For a chance to nail all five girls on the cheerleading squad?" I
said. "You're damned right I will."
     "Then get over here." Alonzo chipped in. "You can start with me."
Alonzo was big, black and radiated masculine energy from every pore.
     "Sure, why not?" Fred said on the heels of that. "If it'll get the
girls in here, go right ahead." Fred was Latino despite his name, or mostly
Latino. Deep brown skin, black hair, and that so-gorgeous square face that
melts the hearts of giddy female tourists south of the border. The guy who
could treat you like dirt and yet you wouldn't ever, ever leave him.
     I remembered that Alyssa had said that all the guys had to agree to
"go both ways" tonight. "All right, then." I said. "Let's get you guys
lubed up."
     I squirted a glob of the thick lube onto my hand and reached out for
Alonzo's prong. He moved his hand aside and I felt the lube squirp as it
was squeezed between my hand and his cock.
     "Mmm, that feels nice." Alonzo grunted as I rubbed my hand in what I
hoped was a clinical way up and down. I could feel the eyes of the others
on me as I worked Alonzo's pud, the black man groaning under my hand.
     "That ought to do you." I said.
     "Sure does." Alonzo moaned. "Damn, I'm so hot! When are those girls
getting here?"
     "Nine o'clock." I said, looking at the clock. Eleven more minutes to
go.
     Fred was next, his deep-brown-colored dong glistened even before my
hand applied the lube. Soon it was a pillar of shimmering steel, tipped by
a gleaming pearl of precome. "You're really ready." I observed.
     "You're damned right."
     With these two, my route was chosen, I moved to the next guy on the
left of Fred, which was Carl. His pubic hair was a thick thatch, and I had
to sort of push it away in order to grasp his dick, it was the shortest of
the five, six inches of hard rod, somehow it fit him, made him more manly
rather than less, that prick buried in hair but ready to plunge through the
brush at its unsuspecting victim's hole.
     When I had Carl lubed up, Gregg was next. I swallowed as I stared at
that magnificent body with its equally magnificent man-shaft standing proud
and tall. My hand shivered as I reached for him and Gregg saw it. "It's
okay, Marty. Go ahead. Touch it for me. Get it slicked up for action. You
can do it."
     I swallowed hard and made contact almost convulsively. Oh, God, the
feel of that pud, I wanted it, I wanted to swallow it down and slick it up
with my tongue! I felt my spit building up in my mouth and had to swallow
again as my hand wove up and down on his cock.
     "Ooh, yeah, ooh!" Gregg moaned. "God, I need to come so bad, God, how
much longer?"
     Three minutes till nine." Tom offered.
     "Shit, they'd better be on time!"
     "Me, next." Tom said. He sounded like an offended lover, me playing
with Gregg's dong was making him jealous.
     I scooted over to him and laid the lube on him and pumped him, he only
let me do it a few times and pushed my hand away. "Now what?" he demanded.
     "Now I get myself ready and wait for nine o'clock." I said. I stripped
naked and plied the lube on my own dong and sat down to the other side of
Gregg from Tom, between Gregg and Carl.
     Right at nine, there was the sound of the door opening. Other sounds
(the girls undressing? I heard some rustling like clothes). Then I heard
the door open and close again, and I frowned. I heard a car start up and
wondered. It could have been one of the neighbor's cars.
     We waited, the six of us, six guys with hard-ons in hand, with the
lube drying on our cocks as we waited. And waited.
     "Where are they?" Alonzo moaned. "I gotta get off, man, soon, man,
soon!"
     "You want some more lube?"
     "It's ten after!" Tom said. He was the one wearing a watch. To see the
nearest wall clock, you had to get up and walk to the door and look at the
one in the hallway next to the door.
     "Where are they?"
     "I'm going to call Alyssa!" Gregg got up and went to the hallway to
get his cell phone out of his clothes. We five sat and heard him burst out,
"Those bitches! Those motherfucking cunts!"
     "What?" Tom called.
     "Our clothes are gone. All of them." Gregg said, as he came back into
the room, an angry, naked blond guy with a steaming, gleaming erection even
in his fury. "Those bitches slipped in here and stole our clothes!"
     Four jocks stood up and were mad as hell of course, me, I sat where I
was, stunned. I hadn't lost any clothes, I was home, remember. But I had
been half-expecting to be shafted here.
     "What the fuck did we do to those cunts, anyhow?"
     "We ought to find them and...and...."
     I burst out laughing at this point. Five furious faces turned on
me. "What's so fucking funny?"
     "Nothing." I said.
     "You're not looking very upset." Carl pointed out.
     "Come on, guys, we knew they were probably going to jerk us around
somehow. It sounded too good to be true." I pointed out. "So we ended up
naked and horny. At least we're not out in public or something."
     "You were in on this, weren't you, Marty?" Fred challenged me.
     "Me?" I was astonished at this. "Hey, I'm sitting here with a boner
myself, you know?"
     "So are we." Alonzo said, suspicion stamping out all the nervousness
and hope in his voice. "You know, you're the one gave us these boners,
playing with our dicks."
     "You set this up!" Tom made the jump. "You got Alyssa and her friends
to get us here so you could get us naked and play with our cocks!"
     "I didn't do any such thing!"
     "You set this up, so you could play with us!"
     "No! I was doing what Alyssa said to do!"
     "We didn't hear any of that." Gregg said slowly. "You were the one
took the call. For all I know, it was a salesperson, or maybe you made the
phone ring yourself."
     "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" the others agreed.
     "You got the hots for me." Gregg added wonderingly. "The way you were
all trembling when you had to touch mine. You wanted to grab hold of my
dick, didn't you? Didn't you?"
     "I...I...I...."
     I was surrounded by angry, naked jocks, all with greased up cocks
which weren't that hard any longer but still sticky and ready to be
stiffened up and shoved into any willing hole.
     "Guys, guys, please!" I said, trying to stand up but Tom shoved me
back down again. "Come on, guys, I was tricked, too! I'm a victim same as
you."
     "You want this cock, Marty?" Gregg snarled as he stood over me. "You
want this shoved up your asshole? You want my dick in your butt? Do you? Do
you?"
     "Uhhhh, huhhh!" I said. It was like the sound was torn from my stunned
throat. Like I couldn't help but say it. Uh-huh! Yes!
     "Well, if you want this cock, you can fucking have it!" And Gregg
knelt down and his hands pulled my unresisting legs up and he levered his
cock, now hard and throbbing again, right at my ass.
     He wasn't gentle, I moaned as the steely length of Gregg's prong dove
into my butt. I reached up for him, but my hands didn't try to fight him
off, they held onto him and I groaned.
     "Hell, the fucker's wanting it." Alonzo said wonderingly.
     "I knew the bastard set it up." Tom added.
     "I want to ride him when Gregg's done with him." Carl added.
     "I'm not even going to wait that long." Fred got up on the couch and
squatted between me and Gregg, fed me his cock. I shuddered as he aimed
that at my face, and my mouth opened by itself and let him slide it in over
my tongue and the heat of that prong was scarlet-red inside me. I was here,
five big men excited by frustrated desire and ready to take it any way they
could get it, I didn't have to approach them, offer myself in any way, all
I had to do was what they ordered me to do. So I sucked on Fred's cock
while Gregg fucked me, and when Carl and Alonzo presented their cocks on
either side, my hands were ready to take them.
     It was an awkward position for me, but Fred's hands were working my
head, and Gregg didn't need me to move either, all I had to work was work
Carl and Alonzo's pricks and I was pleasuring four of these five
studs. They'd been waiting and ready for a half hour, for the orgy we were
supposed to have and didn't, I didn't have to work at this long.
     Gregg moaned and shot his wads deep into my bowels, and I shuddered as
he did that, shot my own load right onto Fred's back.
     "Ah, hot, hot!" Fred gasped as my spunk splattered his low back and
balls. "Ah-ah-ah-HAH-HUNNHHHH!" and my mouth was flooded with hot Latin
sperm.
     Alonzo had taken Gregg's place and his thick black prong drilled into
me, filling me and making Gregg's come in me squish and slorp around it,
lubricating my ass channel for him. Oh, God, I wanted that come in me, all
of them, all of that come, give it to me, give it to me!
     "Give it to me, give it all to me, all of it, all of it!" I murmured
as Carl straddled me to plunge his hairy crotch into my face, the hairs
tickling my nose and feeling like a thousand tiny worms on my cheeks and
chin. In the middle of that was his cock, powerful and fitting easily into
my mouth, but then his hips slammed it in and out so fast I choked
anyhow. I was now at the mercy of two horny studs plunge-fucking me, mouth
and ass, and all I could do was hang on.
     And Alonzo's cock erupted, hot steamy jizz fizzing in among Gregg's,
and when he pulled out, the volume poured out of my butt along with
him. And Carl added his squirts of sperm to the mixture, jetting into my
throat for he drove his rod deep as it would go and held it there as he
came and I drank it down to make a warm pool of man-seed in my stomach to
complement the puddle steaming in my intestines.
     "More, more, more!" I muttered as Carl got off of me. Tom was
left. "Tom, Tom, get over here and shove your cock in, shoot it in there
with Gregg's and Alonzo's. Or feed it to me, I need it, I need it."
     Tom was looking at us, dumbfounded. Then over to Gregg. "Oh, God, no!"
he said and rushed out the door, still naked. I'm not sure how he got home,
his house was over two miles away from mine. He transferred to another
school, waiting another year to graduate in the process. I still don't know
what his problem was, what drove him to act like that.
     The girls were all giggles and nasty comments to the guys that next
Monday. But they've come up with an idea. Spring break is coming up soon,
and the guys have invited the girls to go with them down to Florida to
celebrate it. But they've bought tickets that put the girls on a separate
plane from them. When the girls get there, they'll find that there's no
hotel reservation made for them and no guys who had promised to pay for
everything. With any luck, they're going to have a lousy spring break and
trouble even getting home again.
     Where are the guys going? My family owns a mountain cabin used mostly
in the winter months. We're going up there for spring break. And while
we're there, we're finally going to have that orgy that we'd been promised
by Alyssa, a real pile of naked bodies and everybody doing everything with
whoever is closest.
     Only this time, no girls allowed! I can hardly wait to host this orgy!

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