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So Saturday's scene turned out the same way as pretty much every multiplayer sex act I've ever participated in: by turns frustrating, stimulating, and inadvertently hilarious.
First the frustration: We arrived, the hosts gave us a rundown of what needed to be done, and then the one I find more attractive gave me a tour. We ended up in the bedroom and were just starting to get flirty when his husband popped in, told the sub to "take care of him", and then assigned me some vacuuming. So there I was in the den, feeling like the ugly friend as I wrestled with the overly-powerful suction and wondering what the hell I'd come all this way for. They soon came out of the bedroom and started working in the kitchen but then I was given the sweeping and the swiffering.
However, once everything was done, the sub and the husband went down to the den and my friend and I were allowed to go back to the bedroom to play. As things were getting steamy, we heard the unmistakable sounds of orgasming from downstairs, and I suggested we pop down and get a little three-way action going.
Then came the farce: The husband had been sitting in a suede chair and now the hosts were fretting about the stains. There was much running about, a towel and a fan were fetched, and I had to stand their nursing my erection in the hopes of continuing. We finally did get settled again--in the same--chair, the sub sucking off my friend while I prepared to spooge on his chest.
Finally, we reached the point of unintentional hilarity: Seeing I was close, my friend raised his hand to prevent splatter, and I had to bite my tongue not to burst out laughing. I stood down while he finished and then tucked away my boner since now it was less than ten minutes before the official start time.
Of course, this being a gay event, it was another 90 minutes before anyone showed up. So we chatted and puttered and even cuddled fully dressed, taking care not to get too carried away. My friend got put to work giving tours to the newcomers. A little bear clique formed in the kitchen and I caught up with some fellas I hadn't seen in ages. All in all, the collision of social circles proceeded as well as could be expected.
I ended up staying almost till the end. My ride was sweet; he had to leave to start working, but he first wanted to be sure I had a way of getting back to the city. At that point, I'd chatted enough with the two sirs of the lovely blond cub who'd offered me a ride to expect that the hour trip with them wouldn't be too awkward and told him not to worry.
First the frustration: We arrived, the hosts gave us a rundown of what needed to be done, and then the one I find more attractive gave me a tour. We ended up in the bedroom and were just starting to get flirty when his husband popped in, told the sub to "take care of him", and then assigned me some vacuuming. So there I was in the den, feeling like the ugly friend as I wrestled with the overly-powerful suction and wondering what the hell I'd come all this way for. They soon came out of the bedroom and started working in the kitchen but then I was given the sweeping and the swiffering.
However, once everything was done, the sub and the husband went down to the den and my friend and I were allowed to go back to the bedroom to play. As things were getting steamy, we heard the unmistakable sounds of orgasming from downstairs, and I suggested we pop down and get a little three-way action going.
Then came the farce: The husband had been sitting in a suede chair and now the hosts were fretting about the stains. There was much running about, a towel and a fan were fetched, and I had to stand their nursing my erection in the hopes of continuing. We finally did get settled again--in the same--chair, the sub sucking off my friend while I prepared to spooge on his chest.
Finally, we reached the point of unintentional hilarity: Seeing I was close, my friend raised his hand to prevent splatter, and I had to bite my tongue not to burst out laughing. I stood down while he finished and then tucked away my boner since now it was less than ten minutes before the official start time.
Of course, this being a gay event, it was another 90 minutes before anyone showed up. So we chatted and puttered and even cuddled fully dressed, taking care not to get too carried away. My friend got put to work giving tours to the newcomers. A little bear clique formed in the kitchen and I caught up with some fellas I hadn't seen in ages. All in all, the collision of social circles proceeded as well as could be expected.
I ended up staying almost till the end. My ride was sweet; he had to leave to start working, but he first wanted to be sure I had a way of getting back to the city. At that point, I'd chatted enough with the two sirs of the lovely blond cub who'd offered me a ride to expect that the hour trip with them wouldn't be too awkward and told him not to worry.