I wrote on here about my first experience of real gay sex with my lover John shortly after starting university in the early 1970s when gay sex was on just legal but still frowned upon.

I’d go round to his flat two or three times a week and we’d make love. I had no other men and I’d though he didn’t either.

In December before Christmas he asked if I’d like to go to a gay party with him one Friday evening. He reassured me that it was quite safe in the private house of a guy he knew. I said OK and I met him at his place about 8-30 as usual. Whilst driving he explained that our host, Claude, was in his sixties and lived with a couple of much younger houseboys looking after him. He was very well off having made a pile selling antiques, and some fakes, to rich Americans, but had now retired to his home city. He was past it himself but liked entertaining, and watching, other gay guys.

 We soon arrived at a big house in its own grounds at the posh north end of the city and parked on the driveway. John knocked at the huge wooden door and Claude answered it. He was elderly certainly but still quite slim with a wicked smile and wore just a silk dressing gown as far as I could see. He welcomed us both, shaking hands and kissing us, especially John who he clearly knew. We went through into the large lounge where there was a roaring fire and a large table loaded with food and drink. There were about 10 guys there all dressed casually as we were. Their ages varied from about 20 to 50 (I think I was the youngest). I recognised one guy as another student but a year or so above me and on a different course. John introduced me to the guys he knew and the others introduced themselves though I caught few names. Whilst we stood eating, drinking and chatting two young waiters moved amongst us serving drinks and taking away empties. When I looked I saw that both wore black aprons but were apparently naked otherwise, showing bare backs and buttocks. John explained that they were Pablo and Miguel, Claude’s houseboys, both in their mid-twenties.

 Another four or five guys arrived and were introduced then after about half an hour Claude called us to order and we went through to another room where there was a screen and film projector set up. I was a bit crowded, with some guys sitting on the floor. I sat on the arm of a big sofa next to John. When the lights went out there was an old twenty-minute film of naturist guys on the beach, playing and wrestling. It was very tame with no real action but some lovely naked male bodies which got me horny. When it ended we all clapped then Claude asked if we’d like to see Pablo and Miguel give a show. Everyone said yes and the two houseboys then stood in the middle of the room still in their aprons. They took these off, each then turning round to show off to the audience their slim smooth bodies and lovely dark pricks, already with lobs on. They did a sort of slow dance for a while, kissing and caressing before going down on the floor and sucking each other. Claude then handed one a tin of Vaseline while the other got on his hands and knees and soon had the first one’s prick inside him, fucking him slowly and deeply. I was getting very horny now and looking round I saw that some of the guests were playing with themselves or each other. I reached down and felt John’s prick hard in his pants. They guy standing next to me who had been stroking my back also reached over and felt my prick so I undid my pants and took it out for him to play with.   

After the two houseboys had fucked in different positions for what seemed like a long time Claude clapped his hands and they stood up and bowed, to big cheers and clapping from the audience. We filed back into the lounge with several guys zipping up their flies as they did so. Claude told us to avail ourselves of the facilities and emphasised ALL the facilities. We stood chatting and I noticed that one or two guys including John had disappeared. The guy who’d been playing with my cock came up to me a paid me some compliments then asked if I’d like to go somewhere more private with him. He was about 40, tall and slim with short blonde hair. I wasn’t sure but he then told me that several others, including John had gone off already. He led me through to the hall and up the stairs to a large bedroom with a double bed. After locking the door behind us he turned me round and kissed me passionately. He undid my clothes and took them off and told me to climb into the bed which I did. He stripped off to reveal a lovely smooth fit body with a beautiful long thick cock then he climbed under the sheets with me. We kissed and fondled each other and I went under and sucked him whilst cupping his balls and fingering his hole. He returned the compliment then he turned me over on my face and tongued my hole. I’d never had that before and it felt wonderful. He then got some cream from the bedside drawer and put some in my hole and on his cock before quickly sliding into me and fucking me face down. With the size of his cock it hurt a bit and I screamed out but he forced my face into the pillow and continued fucking me, getting deeper and harder as he did so. I felt him tense up and give a roar as he came hot spunk which I could feel pumping into me. He collapsed onto me but soon climbed of and out of bed and when I looked round he had gone, leaving the bedroom door half open and me still unsatisfied

I was out of bed starting to get dressed when one of the houseboys looked round the door and asked in a suggestive way if there was anything I wanted. I beckoned him in then felt his lovely prick under his apron. He didn’t object so I went over and locked the door. I took off his apron and caressed and fondled his beautiful body. We climbed on to the bed and I sucked him but stopped before he came. I lay him on his back with his legs high then slipped my creamed prick into him. He yielded easily as he’d already been fucked by his mate. He was really beautiful to fuck, about the best I’ve ever had, writhing under me and returning my thrusts. I reached down while fucking him and wanked his hard cock and after a while he shot hot spunk up his belly. I felt his body tense as he did so and his muscles gripped me tightly so that after a few more strokes I too came deep inside him. He pulled me down on to him, kissing me deeply and wrapping his arms and legs round me.

He said he had to get back to work so we both got up and I dressed and went downstairs. There were only about six guys still about including John. I asked what time we were going but he told me that he was taking another guy home and I could either go home with someone else or stay the night there as Claude would be happy to have me. One of the other guys offered to take me home, a guy about John’s age though chubbier and with longish dark hair. I decided to go with him and we left soon after. He wasn’t driving towards my place and when I asked where we were going he said to his place – he’d said he’d take me home, his home. I couldn’t do much about it so I went along and he took me to his flat which actually wasn’t too far from hall. When we entered I was a bit tired but we had coffee and I soon revived. After chatting for a bit we went through to the bedroom and stripped off. He had quite a nice body with black curly hair on his chest. He fondled and kissed my body. He wouldn’t kiss my lips but nibbled my nipples which soon had me hard again. I turned him on his side and slid into him in the spoons position. He took me easily and I was soon fucking him deeply. I’d come a while earlier so I had to fuck him really hard to come again after which I was exhausted. I must have fallen asleep immediately as the next thing I knew he was bringing me coffee in bed. He thanked me profusely for fucking him and said that I could do so again any time I wanted. I had a lob on at the thought so I asked if he was going to come back into the bed. He did so and after we’d fondled each other for a while I repeated the previous night’s performance, fucking him again in the spoons position, but this time much more slowly, enjoying every deep thrust I made into him. He was moaning with pleasure which I really enjoyed so eventually I came into him, this time softly but feeling the ripples waft through my body as I did so.  

 After we had had breakfast he ran me back to hall and left me at the gate with an invitation to come to his place whenever I wished. I never did as I much preferred the active, affectionate lovemaking that I had with John. I phoned John that evening and went round to his place that night. We talked about our adventures the previous evening and he told me that he’d been up to the bedroom with one guy and had gone back to another guy’s house to sleep with him. I was a bit upset that he’d been with other guys but then so had I. He told me that all the rooms at Claude’s had two-way mirrors and that Claude or one of his favourites was probably watching me, almost certainly when I was with Pablo.

John and I resumed our lovemaking that same night and I stayed over with him, enjoying the feel and scent of his lovely naked body when I woke in the night.