Previously: Pete survives being the centerpiece of the 30-man bukkake making Jack's birthday party a huge success. But Pete's life is about to take another unexpected turn when he meets Nick.
Author's note: A special thanks to reader and friend, Andro, who was the real-life inspiration for the Nick character in this story. He was an invaluable sounding board as I, Pete, wrestled with the dilemma that the character Pete is faced with. Thank you, Andro, for your wisdom and friendship. I won't forget you.
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Chapter 12
I was drained and covered in sweat, spit, and cum. Charles and Jack and 30 of Jack's friends had just unloaded in and on me. Jack's birthday party was still roaring, so Charles urged him to rejoin the party and his friends while he stayed back to take care of me. He knew I wasn't quite up to moving yet, so we stayed on the mattress, both nude, with him simply holding me. Buy this time everyone had shot their load so they were more interested in dancing and having fun themselves. They were done with me so when I was finally ready to move on, he leaned over and whispered, "Let me get you cleaned up, sexy Pete."
As he helped me get up from the mattress I had a chance to scan the party. Dim lights, loud music, and plenty of guys dancing, some shirtless, some in jockstraps, and a few still nude. When they saw Charles leading me out, they stopped and gave me a huge cheer and I waved back and smiled with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. Notably, there was one guy, fully dressed, standing toward the back, almost as if he were assessing the scene. He seemed a bit older than Jack and his buddies, maybe late 30s, and looked a bit more professional. As I quickly scanned the crowd, happily accepting the guys' gratitude for my "services", I saw he was looking directly at me and our eyes locked for just a moment. Not knowing who he was or why he was there, I continued to scan the crowd but his presence seemed somehow significant.
Charles led me back to the office where we had stored the mattress before the party. My clothes were waiting there and better yet, there was a shower right off the office. The smell of cum and sweat when you're surrounded by 30 hard cocks is an aphrodisiac. After they've used you...not so much. I was more than grateful as Charles led me to the shower. Charles was still nude as well, and under normal circumstances he would have joined me in the shower without asking. It was big enough for two, and I sensed he wanted to, so I smiled at him as I was turning on the water and said, "Ok, stud, you can join me, but ONLY to scrub my back. I don't have the energy for one more thing."
I stood back until the water temp got to the right degree of hot, stood under the shower and once drenched, gave him the ok to join me. Fortunately, there was a giant sponge and liquid soap, and much was needed. I took the sponge, filled it with soap, handed it to Charles, and stood with my arms out and legs apart, indicating I was waiting to be scrubbed. He smiled broadly and said, "It's the least I can do, you animal." Charles covered my body with sudsy water making sure nothing was left untouched. He was uncharacteristically deferential to me when he got to my private parts. When he reached my cock, balls, and hole, he asked if I wanted him to continue or if I'd like to do it myself. He had done such an expert job so far; I was happy to have him finish the job. He was careful not to make it an erotic shower. He knew I was spent.
When I was thoroughly cleaned up, he handed the sponge to me and I repeated the process. I was equally careful and washed him with the same care he did me. Although I was exhausted, the unimaginable (and totally unexpected) happened. I gradually got hard again. Just 30 minutes ago I didn't think I'd ever want sex again, but I still had weeks of cum stored up and the gentle, loving shower Charles and I shared made went straight to my cock. And there was no mistaking Charles was feeling the same. Dicks don't lie. Even though we both tried to avoid anything sexual, the more I soaped him, the harder he became.
Despite my earlier protests, it was becoming clear that this was going to be more than just a shower. Typically, he'd push me down to suck him off leaving me horny and hard. Not tonight. I was having none of that and he knew it. After I finished rinsing him off, I dropped the sponge out of my hand, and pulled him into me for a loving embrace and passionate kiss. I think we were equally shocked and turned on. Despite the debauchery I had been the centerpiece of just an hour ago, we were now locked in a loving embrace. And the best part was the feeling of our equally hard cocks grinding against the other. Despite all our sex up to this point, I had never gone cock-to-cock with him. Frottage, whether laying down or standing like we were now, may be the most overlooked erotic act two guys can share. You're aggressively rubbing your bodies together, exploring and enjoying each other's muscles, but the feeling of two cocks competing for dominance is difficult to describe. We continued like this for minutes. We both enjoyed it immensely, and Charles knew I had earned it.
After a while, Charles turned off the water and then did something completely out of character. Shockingly, he dropped to his knees, looked up at me adoringly, and said, I want you to shoot as much and as hard as you can. I want to taste you the way you have tasted Jack and me these past few weeks. He then lowered his head and went to work on my cock. I had no way of knowing but his cock sucking skills were amazing. His tongue played with my balls, licked up one side of my cock, then the other, flicked up the bottom of it until he reached the head giving that special attention, and found a way to flick the very tip of his tongue into my piss slit. He was a pro and I was his student. I quickly began to groan, thrust, and gyrate. I can't believe that after the orgy we had just experienced, I'd have anything left for Charles, but he was so tender, loving, and sensuous, I couldn't resist. It didn't take long for the second load of that evening to begin its journey up my cock. We both could feel my balls pull up into my body, my hands clench his head and force my cock deeper into him, and finally my explosion of semen into his mouth. It was so epic it made me see stars. "Oh fuck, Charles....yes..yes...yes" I groaned. I could feel some of it go straight down his throat but I had the presence of mind to pull back a little. I wanted him to taste me like I had tasted him. To me, the taste of the cum is the best part of cock sucking. And judging by his response, he agreed. As I continued to shoot, but now onto his tongue, I could hear, "Mmmm...mmmm....mmmm" He was loving it too. I felt him swallow a time or two but wondered if he kept any in his mouth. My question was quickly answered. Once I stopped spasming, he stood up, leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Our cocks touched once again, but the money shot was him opening his mouth to share my cum. "Mmmmm" I responded. Without a word, we knew instinctively to swap the cum, back and forth, until it was finally all was swallowed.
Again, without words, we stood in the shower for minutes, with each of our arms on each other's shoulders. We were as one. "Now it's my turn to thank you", I laughed. "You were fucking amazing", I continued. "Why have you been hiding that skill?", again asking with a wink.
"Not sure", he confessed. "Jack and I were having fun owning you, and I think you enjoyed it too. But I think we're past that now."
"Yeah", I said, "it was new territory for me and I won't deny I enjoyed exploring it, but I like what just happened too." I retook control and pulled him back into me for a long, last kiss. "C'mon stud, let's get dressed. I need to get home and get to bed", I finished.
We dressed quietly and I asked Charles if we could make a quick Irish goodbye. I didn't want a lot of fanfare when I left for the evening. Unfortunately, there was no way out except through the party, but Charles promised he'd get me through there quickly. As we walked out, the party was still raging and Charles remembered that I'd at least have to say goodbye to Jack, the birthday boy. "Of course", I responded when he mentioned it. Charles spotted him pretty quickly and guided me over to him. Interestingly, he was talking to the guy who I had seen earlier standing in the back of the room, who seemed slightly out of place. Before Charles could even mention to Jack we were there to say my goodnight, Jack reached out an pulled me into a hug, "Pete, I'm so glad you're here. I've been looking for you; I'd like you to meet Nick. Nick was one of my Teacher's Assistants at OU and he was an informal mentor to my brothers and me", sweeping his hand around the party indicating all his friends "at Delta Lambda Phi". I wasn't quite sure, but it was a pretty safe bet that Delta was Jack's and his friends' fraternity. I leaned in, aware that it was important to Jack I make a good impression, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Nick. I saw you toward the end of tonight's...", using air quotes I continued,"...'entertainment', but it looks like you missed most of it", I said unapologetically. I was struggling with how to address the fact I just let 30 guys cum in or on me but decided to just let it go. What was done was done.
"More than a pleasure to meet you, Pete. Jack has talked so much about you. I'm in marketing and communications here in Dallas as well, and your reputation is legendary. Congratulations on your award a few weeks ago."
I laughed, "Well, I'm not sure how tonight may impact that sterling reputation. Time will tell", I smiled.
He shocked me by grabbing my hand in a second handshake, pulling me close to him so he could whisper in my ear, "Hey, dude, no judgment. I envied you up there."
`Wow,' I thought. This kid would've loved to have been me up there. Maybe I'm not a total perv after all.
Releasing my hand and backing away so everyone could hear, he continued, "I asked Jack if I could meet you tonight. He told me how helpful you've been with him with his career. I'm further along than Jack, but if you'd be willing, I'd love to take you to lunch some time to pick your brain."
"Of course," I replied. "Helping people with their career is something I enjoy." But I was ready to be done for the evening so politely suggested we exchange contact info, which we did, and find a date that worked for both of us.
I politely shook Nick's hand goodnight and Jack and Charles walked me to the door and stopped. Jack went first, "Pete, I can't thank you enough for putting yourself out there for me. All my buddies know that was my fantasy, and they can't believe I knew such a hot daddy to do it for me. You are their fucking wet dream. I hope they went easy on you."
He was no dummy; the "hot daddy" and "wet dream" compliments were all he needed to say.
Then it was Charles turn, "Pete, you have been a great friend and I can't thank you enough. You know how important it was for me to get tonight perfect for Jack, and you made it perfect. You're one in a million."
They both leaned in simultaneously into a long, strong group hug. I had come to the realization that this was the end of what came before, and it seemed a good way to close this chapter.
I stepped back and simply said, "You two are equally special. Let's not be strangers".
"Oh, we won't", leered Charles.
With a turn, a nod and a wink, I walked out the door to go home to a well-deserved sleep.
I arrived home and there was one thing (actually two) I needed more than sleep: a bourbon and some time to think. The bourbon was easy. But I had a lot of thinking to do.
What had these past few weeks been about? And what the hell had I just done, exposing myself as the centerpiece of a real-life porn film? Had I no dignity?
Dignity. Wasn't that the point? Surrendering my dignity had been what turned me on with Charles and Jack. Throughout my career, I had dignity coming out my ass. Becoming a total slut, nobody saw that coming, particularly me. Yes, I had some thinking to do. I went to bed weighing my all-important self-esteem v. the raw lust of being a slut.
I slept like a baby that night and woke up hoping my life would settle down a bit. I wouldn't be that lucky. I slept until mid-morning which is wildly uncharacteristic of me, and waiting for me when I awoke was a text from Nick, the guy I met at the end of last night, thanking me for taking the time to meet, and suggesting a couple dates to meet for lunch. I still had a lot of stuff weighing on me and lunch with Nick wasn't high on the list. I made a mental note to respond before the end of the day.
The conflict that was plaguing me didn't let up through the day. While the hedonistic side of me enjoyed the sex of the past few weeks on some level, that just wasn't me. Yes, I had surrendered my dignity, but that wasn't the issue. When Charles and I were equals last night in the shower and when he went down on me, unanswered, I felt like I had regained some important part of myself. Nick's email was not top-of-mind.
Sunday was winding down, and I had made little progress figuring out my dilemma. But I did owe Nick an answer. I looked at the dates he had proposed, picked one that worked for me and got back to him:
"Nick, good to meet you last night. As we discussed, I'd enjoy the opportunity to have lunch and discuss your career. Tuesday works great. Let's meet at The Club at noon. My treat."
Ok, box checked. Now back to my dilemma.
Thank god I had CrossFit to preoccupy me for the next however long it took to figure all this out. I threw myself in on Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. 2x/day is rare but the physical demand was exactly the tonic I needed to get my head straight.
I was dressed and leaving for lunch on Tuesday with mixed emotions about meeting with Nick. Last time I met with a young marketing executive in Dallas I ended up in a kinky 3-way relationship. There was no reason to believe Nick had anything like that in mind, but I was still trying to make sense of those few weeks with Charles and Jack. I arrived at The Club and Nick was already there, waiting at a table. He saw me arrive and hopped up to greet me and something struck me hard.
When I met Nick Saturday night at the party, I had just finished starring in Jack's bukkake followed by Charles's mellow, meaningful blow job in the shower. The last thing on my mind then was even more sex. But meeting Nick three days later was a different story. Nick was one handsome young dude. He was older, taller, and slightly more mature than Jack and his friends, yet maintained a handsome youthfulness that was seductive. Dressed in trendy business casual, tall--about my height--with a swimmer's/runner's build and a mop of bushy brown hair which gave him a sort of sexy, absent-minded professor look, but handled himself like a solid executive.
He gave me a firm handshake and big smile, and immediately thanked me for taking the time to meet with him.
He quickly got to the point that he didn't have a specific issue that he needed help with, but rather that this was more of a networking lunch. Knowing my history and success in the Dallas advertising community, when he learned Jack knew me, he took the liberty of asking for the introduction. Networking is an important part of any profession, and I was more than happy to oblige.
We spent the first few minutes with him telling me his story. He graduated from OU with a master's degree in communication over a decade ago and had built a solid career at a couple different PR (public relations) firms in Dallas. He was hoping to make the leap into more of a general management role in the future (i.e. run the agency) and, knowing I had successfully led two different agencies, was eager to get my perspective.
I was impressed with him. These were exactly the questions he should be asking at this stage of his career, and I always coach my people that asking for help makes you look smart, not weak.
And off we went. It was a great lunch. He was genuinely interested in hearing every twist and turn in my career, and when we'd talk about his current role and agency, I was able to offer valuable perspective as I knew most the players he worked for and with. We knew many of the same people, had lived through much of the same agency politics, and could compare battle scars. The weeks since I had retired had been filled with nothing but CrossFit and sex, so being back in the business world was energizing. The more we talked, the more animated the conversation became and by the end of lunch, I was hoping we'd get the opportunity to do this again and got the impression he was too.
Although he initiated the lunch, I insisted on picking up the check; I guess it was still the daddy' in me. He protested, but I prevailed. As we were waiting to leave, he began to fidget a bit and I could tell he had something on his mind. Once the server had left the table for good and he knew he wouldn't be overheard, he leaned in slightly, "Pete, about Saturday night" he began. Damn, this again?' I thought. He continued, "I want you to know how much I admire you for doing that for Jack. I suspect that was outside your comfort zone and having someone who looks like you meant so much to Jack. And for what it's worth", he finished, "like I said that night, I wished it was me up there".
"Oh....is that so?" I said, half laughing and half sneering. Genuinely curious, I added, "Can I ask why?"
"Well," he began, "this may be TMI, but, shit, I'll just get it out there. Of course, you know I'm gay; that's no surprise. But on the spectrum of dom-to-sub, let's just say I lean more toward the sub side. What you were doing at the party is most sub's dream."
I was literally speechless. Not because I was surprised (although I was), but because these past few weeks had emerged from nowhere, and now I'm confronted with it again. All I could do was share my real feelings. "Nick, I'm not sure where to even start on this topic. I'll admit that wasn't something I'd ever expected, but it was certainly a..." I paused to pick the precise words "... once-in-a-lifetime experience. There's too much backstory to get into now and I'm not sure I even know what I'd say anyway. Maybe we'll have a chance to talk about this in more detail another time after I've had more time to think about it. I'd be happy to share more then."
"I'd like that", Nick replied. "I'd really like that".