Edgar set his coffee down and stretched. He remembered the party at Wizzer's, but he was having a hard time placing 'Maddi/Maddox'. It was a play party and a pretty epic one at that; the wine was primo and the pot was top-shelf. There were about fifteen of Wizzer's closest friends, which meant that Wiz actually knew about three of them – Edgar included – and the rest he might've exchanged a dozen words with at a club. Then, like the proverbial light bulb flashing on over his head, the memory of Maddi/Maddox popped into Edgar's mind.
The boy – though to Edgar, an octogenarian was a boy – was on the shy side; odd in itself for someone attending a play party. Wizzer was an overpowering personality though and Edgar could see the boy being swept up in Wiz' excitement. He was definitely cute; tousled mid-length brown hair, brown eyes, hairless pale skin and an ass to die for – Edgar's favorite. Maddi, as he liked to called, kept stealing glances at Edgar for forty minutes. Maddi was floored when Edgar welcomed his shy attempt at flirting. At one point, Edgar thought the boy might faint.
As he recalled, Maddi had an impressive tool, too, at about eight inches long. The memory caused a slight tingle in Edgar's own cock. He took another healthy swallow of his coffee and leaned back in the chair, fixing his gaze on the beautiful day outside as he let the memory come back fully.
CHAPTER 3
Wizzer's parties were always a success; good wine, good food, great weed and a collection of the hottest pieces of ass the man could invite. And sex. Fan-fucking-tastic sex. Wiz' place was huge and he had one room, almost as large as Edgar's apartment, dedicated to these parties.
Edgar spent the day of the party in the usual way: Sleep late, catch up on news, run, eat a breakfast fit for two or three men, kick on some upbeat music from the 1980's and write. He'd finished an article on the recent trends in off-world migration for one of the major news feeds; it was a fun piece to write, an interesting topic that made the words flow from his fingers like magic.
He grabbed a quick shower and was on the cross-town magna by seven-thirty. The party kicked off at eight p.m., time to meet and greet other attendees as well as their charming host.
Around nine-thirty, as if in answer to some telepathic signal, clothing would start falling to the floor. Soon after, men were pair off - or, in many cases, form small groups - and conversation would slow to a bare minimum, occasionally punctuated by the slurps, grunts, moans and smacks typically heard at an orgy.
Edgar looked forward to these monthly gatherings; he always had a good time and it was great seeing his friend, Wiz. Twenty minutes later, the magna deposited him a few blocks away from Wiz' home and Edgar took his time walking, enjoying the beautiful night. Soon enough, he stood in front of the ultra-modern cube-like building that Wiz called home. The only indication of a front door was the walkway; the door and access pad blended so perfectly into the bright white of the house as to be near-invisible.
Edgar palmed the pad and, seconds later, the door slid open revealing more bright white walls. He stepped into the empty foyer and waited; Wiz typically answered the door via the HC, not in person. Likely, he was chatting with the guests already present. Edgar knew from experience that Wiz would be there shortly; true to form, the man himself swept into the foyer a minute later.
"Edgar! So glad you could come!" he gushed. "You'll love the gathering this evening. I met the most fascinating group of models; even a pair of identical twins! Twins, Edgar!" Edgar smiled, nodded and waited for Wiz to slow down enough to allow a response. The man was an excellent host, but he tended to go a mile a minute at these parties. That is, until the sex started. Then, the ebullient social butterfly became a shy, retiring wallflower retreating to a lounger in the corner to quietly pleasure himself. Wiz long ago stopped having physical sex with others, preferring instead the virtual world of Synthesis. The only connection to non-VR sex he retained was the voyeuristic pleasure of these parties.
He herded Edgar into what he called, archaically, the parlor. It was actually a dining room, the long table laden with various tasty dishes; several small bar-height tables were placed throughout the room providing guests a place to set plates and drinks. As per usual, Edgar was one of the last men to arrive. He found, early on, that coming early typically meant being stuck with the first guest to speak to him for the rest of the evening. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but on occasion, it had made for long, less-than-pleasant evenings.
Wiz stopped in the doorway and announced Edgar to the group. The other men sounded off one at a time with their names and a brief greeting before returning to their various conversations. It was an odd custom, but one Wizzer felt broke the ice. After the introductions, Wiz led Edgar to the table of food and began pointing out dishes he thought Edgar would enjoy.
"I have a splendid ceviche that you simply must try, Edgar. Oh! And don't forget the crab-stuffed mushroom caps! For a moment, I was tempted to leave them off, but they're so good I just couldn't." This went on for another five minutes, each dish getting its story told. Finally, Wiz concluded the tour de cuisine and handed Edgar a plate. "Enjoy, my friend! Don't forget the wine bar! The chianti is beyond amazing!" At that, he drifted off to attend to another guest, leaving Edgar smiling having barely spoken a word himself. One on one, Wiz was a great communicator, but as a host, he was a whirlwind.
Edgar held back a bit as he loaded his plate, knowing that if he fully gave in to his appetite, he'd shock the others. Plus, glancing around the room, he hoped for some good action this evening and being too full wouldn't be conducive to it. He took his plate and glass to one of the small tables occupied by two other men. Soon, they were chatting like old friends.
The social portion of the evening passed quickly and everyone migrated to the play area. Those who indulged in herbal recreation enjoyed a good variety of top-shelf weed, lounging on various strategically-placed pieces of furniture. One of Edgar's dinner pals gravitated toward a scruffy looking artist with fiery orange hair and was soon on his knees in front of the man, face buried nose-to-pubes in the man's crotch.
The other of Edgar's dinner pals stayed at Edgar's side and was joined by the twin models, both of whom were already shirtless. A quick glance around the room showed Edgar that Wiz had already stationed himself in his viewing area, naked and ready for the show. Edgar also noticed a young man chatting with a daddy type guy. He was staring at Edgar... again. The boy had been eyeing him all evening but seemed too shy to interact. In fact, he'd barely said much to anyone during the social portion of the evening; he seemed uncomfortable and Edgar found himself wondering why he was there. The vaporizer the two were sharing was obviously loosening the boy up as he was becoming chatty with the daddy.
Edgar's attention was pulled back to his own group by the twin models; one started to pull off Edgar's shirt and the other was undoing his pants. His dinner companion was already naked, slowly stroking himself. Edgar gave the twins, Josh and Jack, a hand with his clothes followed by a three-way French kiss. The group opened up to allow Will, the dinner pal, into the circle. Soon, hands were exploring as the quartet lost themselves to the mood.
Edgar pulled the group to a nearby platform big enough to be a bed and they sank down to its plush comfort as one unit. They shifted around until Edgar found himself staring at Josh's throbbing cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He looked briefly at Jack and felt a thrill at seeing that they were, indeed, identical in every way. Tight, hard bodies, smooth save for perfect triangles of blonde pubic hair. Edgar gasped as Jack took his cock in hand and licked it, base to tip, before taking the head into his mouth. The last thing Edgar thought before tasting Josh's sweet pre-cum was "Damn! A twin on both ends. This is gonna be fun!"
The daisy chain was completed as Josh dove onto Will's slender prick, taking all seven inches down his throat in one smooth move. Will was tongue-bathing Jack's eight-incher, making the other man squirm. Soon, the men were lost in the sensation of blowing and getting blown, soft moans and grunts escaping cock-stuffed mouths.
; At one point, Edgar glanced in the boy's direction, stroking Josh, to find the boy bent over a bench, the daddy riding him from behind. Even now, the boy watched Edgar as though mesmerized. All the while the daddy pounded his ass, occasionally smacking it, the boy looked at Edgar, even staring into his eyes. Edgar had to admit, he found the admiration both flattering and slightly creepy. However, the boy's gasps as he was being plowed, coupled with the way his hard cock slapped his stomach from the force of the daddy's thrusts and the feeling of Jack's expert mouth on his own rod, quickly drove the creepiness away.
Edgar maintained eye contact with the boy as he tongued Josh's piss-slit, tasting his sweet nectar. Soon, though, his own passion took over and once again, he was sucking Josh's cock as though his life depended on it.
The four men shifted again, setting up a train, with Will as the engine and Edgar the caboose. Edgar eased his spit-slick cock into Jack's tight ass, holding it in place as the man gently milked it, becoming accustomed to being filled. Jack, meanwhile, was slipping into Josh's ass with an ease that suggested he'd done it many times before. Seeing the two brothers coupling almost sent Edgar over the edge, but he managed to stop himself from shooting too soon. Once Jack's cock was balls-deep in Josh's ass, Josh took Will, popping just the head of his cock into Will's waiting hole.
The boy was soon forgotten as the train left the station and the four men found their rhythm, syncing perfectly so each thrust allowed the four-way fuck to work. All around the room, men were grunting passionately, some even calling out names or encouragement. Edgar and the twins were nearing the point of no return, pounding into each other hard and fast; Will's hand was a blur on his own cock as he neared his orgasm.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Jack yelled as he pumped his load into Josh's ass, shaking with the force of his orgasm. His hole tightening around Edgar's cock sent Edgar into his own climax. He grabbed Jack's hips and slammed into his hot slickness, filling him with jizz. After his release, he clung to Jack's back, wrapping himself around the still quaking man.
Will's orgasm hit him next, his wad shooting up and landing on his face, some hitting Josh's chin. His bucking back against Josh caused the other man to tip over the edge, yelling, "Take my fuckin' load!" as he pumped into Will. All four men clung to each other, glazed in sweat, trembling and twitching as the aftershock of their orgasms swept through them.
Breathing heavily, Edgar reached over Jack to caress Josh's arm and leaned still farther to touch Will's shoulder. "Oh man!" he gasped, "That was incredible!"
"Yeah," Jack chuckled softly. "Sure was, guys."
"No fucking doubt," added Josh. "I haven't been fucked like that since last Tuesday." This set off a giggling fit in all four men.
When they finally wound down, Will chimed in, "I don't think I can move."
"I know I can't," answered Edgar, laughing again. "Not that I'm complaining."
"Hell no!" Josh said. "I'm not goin' anywhere for a while. How about you, brother?"
Jack answered, "No. And I don't want to anyway. Edgar, you're still rock hard and your cock is fucking awesome."
"Thanks!" Edgar said. "So is your ass, man!"
"Aren't we just a mutual admiration society," Josh quipped, causing another run of laughter.
"I make it a policy to like the people I fuck," laughed Edgar. He looked over his shoulder to see the boy frantically jerking off, while the top daddy began unloading. Eyes closed, the boy was gasping and calling out to be fucked harder and the daddy complied, smacking the boy's ass hard. At the slap, the boy's eyes flew open, locking onto Edgar's and he shot his wad all over the bench. The daddy pulled out and the boy stood, still staring at Edgar. Then the daddy turned the boy to face him, drawing him into a bear hug and a deep kiss.
"Good policy," Jack said, laughing. The quartet chatted back and forth, typical pillow talk, as their breathing returned to normal. They took in the sights around them, various groupings either enjoying afterglow or still having sex. Two pairs joined to make another foursome and started all over again.
Edgar thought of doing the same, only with the mysterious boy who'd been staring at him all evening. The thought was quickly washed away as he felt Will's tongue poking at his hole. The man dove in, eating Edgar out as though he was starving and Edgar shifted to allow him better access. The move also put him face-to-face with Josh who took his mouth in a forceful kiss, while Jack dove into Josh's ass with a hunger matching Will's.
An hour later, the quartet was once again snuggled together in post-coital bliss. The room was almost quiet, the few still going at it doing so with little sound. The occasional moan or gasp the only noise other than soft voices chatting. Edgar looked over to Wiz' spot to find his friend covered in what must be a few of his own copious loads. He was grinning hazily and gave Edgar a thumbs up; Edgar smiled and returned the gesture.
Some of the men headed to the gymnasium-style group shower while others cleaned up with towels strewn around the room. Edgar's quick count totaled nineteen men, not including Wizzer. A few were getting dressed and two were thanking Wiz for the great party before taking their leave. Edgar told the others he was heading for the shower, but they chose to stay snuggled together. He gave them each a playful slap on the ass and a kiss and left them.
The shower was empty save for the boy who stared. Oddly, once they were alone, the boy could hardly bring himself to look at Edgar much less meet his gaze; he took shy to the next level. Edgar stepped under one of the motion-activated nozzles and let the warm water cascade over his tired muscles, washing away sweat and semen.
The boy, meanwhile, kept his gaze fixed on the floor and went about soaping himself. Edgar took the opportunity to check him out, finding his lithe, tight body appealing. The boy had little body hair and his skin was creamy white. The carpet, Edgar discovered, matched the drapes, a full bush of brown pubes over a soft cock and full balls. The boy turned away to rinse his chest and Edgar almost gasped at the beauty of his ass. Perfect globes of muscle, firm, tight and full, smooth and free of any blemish. Despite being well-fucked and tired, Edgar felt a twinge in his groin at the sight; a consummate ass-man, he would've taken this boy's in a heartbeat.
At that moment, the boy turned around and caught Edgar gaping at his ass. The boy smiled and looked at the floor again. Edgar regained his composure and said the first thing that came to his mind, "Nice ass, man! You put on a helluva show earlier."
The boy looked up and actually blushed. "Y-you were watching m-me?" he stammered.
"Yeah, I was; it was hot. I noticed you watching me, too."
"O-oh. I, uh, I'm sorry. I, um, didn't' mean to stare. Y-you're just so... I mean, you're... ah shit," his face fell and he looked at the floor again.
Edgar smiled. "No worries, man. I'm Edgar, by the way. I figure a guy shouldn't mind being watched if he's getting it on in front of other people, right?"
"Uh, y-yeah. I g-guess that makes sense," he said. "I'm M-Maddox, but you, um, you can call me, um, Maddi."
"Pleasure to meet you, Maddi," Edgar said, extending his hand.
Maddi looked as though he couldn't believe what was happening. He reached out and shook Edgar's hand briefly. "Th-thanks! You, too. A p-pleasure, I mean. I, uh, you..." he shook his head and took a deep breath. "Thanks," he finished.
"You're welcome, Maddi," Edgar replied, surprised at the difficulty this beautiful boy was having speaking to him. He was about to say something to the boy to, hopefully, put him at ease when Maddi spoke.
"Y-you were pretty h-hot too, Ed-Edgar," he choked out. "I, uh, I couldn't help m-myself; I, um, had to w-watch you. Y-you're just s-so..." he looked at a loss for words. "I m-mean, you're g-gorgeous and all. Y-you could be a mod-model," he finished.
"Thanks again," Edgar replied. "Too much more and you'll give me a big head," he meant it as a joke, but apparently Maddi didn't catch it that way.
"Oh. Uh, you're, um, we-welcome," he said and turned away for a final rinse. Edgar was thinking of what he could say next that w
ouldn't further discomfit the boy, when without another word, Maddi left the shower. He stopped at the entrance and Edgar soaked in the sight of his gorgeous ass again. "I, um, sorry," he croaked. "H-hope to see you, ah, um, soo... again, sometime." With that, he was gone.
Reliving the memory, Edgar's hand was flying up and down his hard cock, stroking to the sight of that sweet ass bouncing away and the look on Maddi's face as he came, the daddy pumping him hard. The image sent Edgar over the edge, convulsing as he shot a huge load of hot cum all over his chest.
CHAPTER 4
Edgar sat, breathing heavily, as the after-effects of his orgasm slowly wound down. He downed the last of his coffee, grabbed some tissues and wiped his copious load off his chest. He washed up further in the bathroom, stopping to refill his mug on the way back to his desk.
So, Maddi, huh? He was fun; nice guy and fantastic bottom. Maybe I should give him a call. I am gonna have to have a word with Wiz, though. Dammit, personal contact info is s'posed to be confidential at these parties and I sure as hell didn't hand mine out to anyone. Knowing Wiz though, he was probably high out his head and thought Maddi would be good for me. Damn Mother Hen. Good intentions, though. He just doesn't know that romantic involvements are complicated for me.
It doesn't look all that great when your mate looks like a prune and you're still as young as the day you met. Tends to raise unpleasant questions I'd rather not answer. Gotta admit, I miss it sometimes. Anti-aging science is kick-ass, but the best it does is extend life to about a hundred forty. Problem is, by then you look like you're in your forties. I look like I'm twenty-six and will always look like I'm twenty-six; too many questions.
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