The Secret Room

Dion wore an unusually revealing black tuxedo that evening. It was more revealing than anything Brad had ever seen him wear in public. Being that this was a formal dinner and dance with potential professional contacts, he was reluctant to have him wear it at first. But Dion who is only 16 years old, who had a shapely but very gorgeous 160-pound body, seemed to be very comfortable and confident in the tight tuxedo

In fact, seeing his gay boyfriend in the tuxedo stirred some reoccurring fantasies in Brad who is already 30 years old as they shared a bottle of sparkling wine in their room before heading to the banquet. Throughout their five-year relationship, Brad had toyed with the idea of directly asking Dion to seduce another man.

But instead, he just made what he thought were vague references to his fantasies. Dion, however, being a handsome smart cookie, saw a pattern in Brad's comments and knew that one day, given the right mood and opportunity, he might fulfill his gay boyfriend's deepest wishes.

As Dion and Brad sat at a table with two other couples, Brad noticed that his gay boyfriends's nipples were erect and visible through the shear material. he had small but firm nipples and sometimes would go without noticing that it is erect. With the type of tuxedo he was wearing, he thought he'd be more conscious about it but later found out he wasn't. Not even brief; just his tight pants.

As this somewhat stuffy occasion wore on, Dion got a little tipsy. This dull event was quickly transforming into a stage for Dion's playfulness, all under the watchful eye of Brad who wasn't sure where his gay boyfriend was taking them. Dion danced with several of Brad's colleagues who certainly got more than they had hoped for.

When he returned to his table after one particularly hot dance he appeared slightly breathless. "You're friends have roaming hands," he told Brad as he brushed back his hair with his hand. "Hope you don't mind."

"Think they could tell you have nothing on underneath?" he asked as his heart pounded.

"Yeah, probably," he said with a seductive smile.

About an hour later, after a slow dance with one of the single men whom Brad told spilled that was a gay who appeared to be in his late 30s, Dion signaled from across the room to Brad back at the table. He pointed to a back exit and strolled from the room with a tall, dark, handsome man whom Brad did not know but who had captured Dion's attention throughout the night. Brad looked around, then got up and made his way through the crowd and out the door. There was a small storage room down a short dark hallway where he heard voices. When he walked in, he saw his gay boyfriend with the man. No one said anything at first, then Dion closed the door. "I think this is what you want; maybe not where you wanted it," he said to Brad with a nervous laugh.

"No, no, this is fine. Spontaneous," he said with his voice cracking with excitement like a teenager.

With Brad's approval, the stranger lifted Dion onto a table and began kissing him. He stood between his muscular legs which were dangling from the edge of the table. His hands swept down the sides of his body and onto his thighs. Then he slid the hem of his tuxedo just slightly below his knees, placed his right hand under the material and felt him immediately wrap his inner thighs around his hand now positioned on his cleanly-shaven cock.

Dion moaned with pleasure as the stranger massaged his hard-on cock with his hand, then dropped to his knees. Brad could now see right between his boyfriend's legs as the man began eating Dion's hard-on cock. He placed his hands behind him and leaned back, seemingly lost in the act, not even noticing his boyfriend seated just 10 feet away.

What Brad didn't know was that a friend of the stranger, who had to first take his wife back to their room, was about to join the party.

When the friend arrived, the stranger was now standing against the wall as Dion was on the floor giving him a blowjob. "C'mon on in, man," the stranger said. "This gay is hot."

As if Brad was not turned-on enough, this was putting him over the edge. The new guest had an open bottle of wine which he shared with Dion who was already pretty far gone by that point. He drank straight from the bottle as the two men removed his clothing and positioned him on his hands and knees.

Brad knew he was about to get fucked. His tight little ass was perched high in the air as he arched his back waiting for the tall stranger to enter him. He kept licking his cock.

It seemed like an eternity for Brad as he watched his boyfriend waiting to be mounted, wearing nothing. His cock was hard as a rock and wet as the stranger pulled on his own cock in his mouth. "Hey man,' he said to Brad.

"Does he take it in the ass?"

Before Brad could get out the word no, Dion yelled out "Yes, please!"

"OK then, maybe we'll do you baby," said the other man kneeling in front of him.

Brad watched the stranger spread his boyfriend's cheeks and plunge into his asshole which just engulfed the huge cock on the first thrust. From the sides of his asshole as his swollen cock plunged deep, seeped his own creamy juices.

The other guy slipped his dick into his mouth with equal ease as Dion's large lips wrapped tightly around his shaft. For at least five minutes they pounded him from both ends. His ass cheeks rippled with each inward thrust. Every time his cock in his mouth struck the back of his throat, he'd throw his head back further as to take it in as far as he could.

The two men began changing positions. The tall stranger lifted Dion's back onto the table and pushed him onto his back. With his legs pressed back as far as they would go, the other man began licking his asshole, then penetrating him with his tongue until he began to relax his muscles again.

With little more warning, and with his ass now right there for the taking, the tall man pressed his cock up against his dark hole and pushed the head in easily. Brad sat in amazement, never knowing that his boyfriend was capable of such things.

It didn't take long for the man to cum. When he did, he pulled out and shot his load all over his face, hair and neck. The other guy then finished off inside his mouth with Dion sitting at the edge of the table, and the guy standing there humping him, making him bounce his bottom on the table top each time he thrust into him.

Dion still had enough energy to work him hard as he dug his nails into his back and squeezed his sides with his legs as he pumped the last bit of cum into him.

Afterwards, the two men quickly and nervously left. Brad just sat there and watched his boyfriend struggle to sit up. His sexy tuxedo lay crumbled on the floor. His hair matted in cum was a mess. He was still a little blurry-eyed but managed to focus on his boyfriend who was speechless and hard as a rock.

"Now it's your turn, dear," he said as he walked slowly across the dirty little room.

Sore but still willing and able to finish off his husband, Dion proceeded to suck Brad's cock as he played with his hickey-covered nipples. Though he wanted to fuck him, he exploded quickly in his mouth as he gagged to try and swallow it all.

"Every gay needs to have that kind of sex at least once in his life," he said.

And just like that, the whole encounter was over in about an hour. Brad helped his boyfriend clean up and they went back to the banquet hall like nothing had happen.

"Where have you guys been?" asked one of the folks at the table. "This is the last song of the night."

Dion and Brad smiled. "Just had to get some fresh air," said Brad. "You know, a little too much indulgence."

A few seconds later, Dion leaned over to Brad and whispered in his ear, "The indulgence is now dripping out of me. Better go to the mens room."

As he left the table one of the men sitting next to Brad said: "I hope you don't mind me saying that your boyfriend is one hot gay."

"You don't know how hot," Brad answered.