This is a true story by Michael Stewart, written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1988.
Copyright (c) 1988, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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                         "The Halloween Party"

     Instead of the usual bobbing-for-apples type Halloween party, a friend
of mine decided to try one of those sex parties that seem to be in vogue
now. He and his lover are into 3-ways and group sex, and I'd been to a
couple of their wilder parties, so I had some idea what to expect.  It
turned out to be even better than that.
     When I arrived, they had everything all set up, and there were already
a couple of people there.  They had the living room set up with pillows all
over the place and they had the VCR on with some hot tape going on.  All
the guests were required to strip down to their briefs at first, and I lost
no time joining in, tossing my pants and everything else on one of the beds
in the bedroom.  Then they took back into the living room to introduce me
to some of the other guys.
     I don't remember all their names, either the first small group or the
dozen or so that showed up afterwards, but a couple stick in my mind. 
There was Vince, a smooth little Italian number in his mid-twenties that
looked like a model, especially in his little yellow Calvin Klein jockeys. 
There was Bob, a married guy of about 40 from Staten Island that looked hot
as hell, and packed a hell of a basket in his Fruit of the Looms (and no, I
don't know how he managed to get away from his wife for the night).  There
was Marc, a young guy of about 20 or so whose boxer shorts did little to
cover up his thick cock and looked so great against the contrast of the
swirls of fuzz on his chest and stomach.  Ralph was another hot number, a
Spanish guy with a great body and a big cock stuffed into little blue
briefs.  There was a guy named John there too, a real cugine type, with a
great body and gorgeous face with a dark moustache and what looked like an
average sized dick in his mesh briefs, but his body more than made up for
it.  Our hosts looked pretty hot too, but since they're also users on here,
I won't tell too much about them.
     I guess it was about 9:30 or so when then said everyone had arrived,
and the fun could start.  I was glad, since having to sit in a room full of
really hot men in briefs -- especially with John and Vince, who seemed to
have hit it off -- with a porn movie running was getting me hot as hell.
I thought we'd just go at each other and have fun, but they had other
ideas.  One of them brought out a bowl with what they said was everyone's
name in it.  The name they pulled out had to lay in the middle of the floor
and get himself off while everyone watched.
     Marc was chosen -- which is one of the reasons I remember him -- and
he seemed to be up to it.  He laid down in the middle of the floor and
propped a pillow under his head and another under his ass, so his crotch
stuck up in the air.  All the rest of us stood around him, and just seeing
the guy laying there like that with all the other guys hard in the
underwear was hot enough to get me up!  He started rubbing himself through
the boxers, then when it looked like it was getting tighter and tighter in
there, he hauled out a really fine piece of meat and a good-sized set of
balls.  He squeezed some baby oil or something (I think it was called
"Glide"), onto his dick and started putting on a real show!
     The room was really quiet, just Marc breathing heavy and the rest of
the guys rubbing themselves while they watched.  All of a sudden, he
groaned, and it was like some secret signal.  Whatever carefully arranged
plans our hosts had went to hell in a handbasket as everyone just started
doing themselves or someone else.  John and Vince went off to the smaller
couch (love seat?), on the edge of the living room and reached into each
other's briefs and pulled out each other's dicks.  I would have loved to
watch them going down on each other, but since this was a safe-sex party,
they (and I), had to be content with jerking off.  It was really fucking
hot when they stood up and, arm in arm, pressed their cocks together and
made like they were fucking each other, their briefs down around their
ankles.
     Marc was still down on the floor slowly stroking, and Bob had shed his
jockeys and was helping him out.  Every time he stroked Marc's dick, Marc
stroked his, and the two of them looked like something from a porn movie.
Our two hosts were taking turns with Ralph right next to them, one holding
his balls while the other worked on his shaft, and he his hands full with
both of their dicks.  A bunch of other people were off on the side,
standing in a loose circle, doing themselves - a real circle jerk! - and
me, I just stayed on the side and watched everyone, especially John and
Vince.  They were real hot!
     By now, they were sitting next to each other on the small couch and
were doing themselves, looking at each other.  I could see their muscles
start to tense, and as I watched, John started to shoot all over his
muscular gut and Vince joined him, shooting into his wadded-up briefs.  I
grabbed my dick and started whacking in earnest, wanting to cum too.  I
did, dumping my load right onto Marc and Bob, who were still doing each
other and were starting to cum.  It sounded like the circle-jerk was
getting off too, there were just so many groans it was hard to tell.  I
couldn't tell what had happened to Ralph, but the next time I saw him and
Mike and Stew, they all looked very satisfied.
     I collapsed into a chair and watched everyone compose themselves. 
This was scheduled to be a multi-event night, but at that point, I thought
I had emptied myself out!
     Needless to say, since no one except Bob left until late the Sunday
morning (I guess he had to get home to wife and kiddies), it turned out I
was wrong!