Social Plus

It was an offhand comment that stuck, “That’s what I like in a party,
social, plus.” Our friend M said that after a particularly good
party that we’d thrown at our apartment during one of his visits. It
was not the first time we’d thrown a party where half the guests had
used our bedroom for sex, but it was the first time that such an event
had been given a catchy name. M is over six feet tall, big and
bearded, and therefore a bear. His hair, all of it, is a light brown
or dark auburn, with just a touch of grey at the temples. When he
comes to visit New York we make a special effort to throw some sort of
party so that he can see all of the friends he’s not seen in the last
few months, and this time, we decided to make the party a little more
special.

Cramming forty five, generally large, men, into a New York apartment
is no small feat. The apartment has a unique layout, dictated by the
fact that the entire building was converted into condos from office
space in the early 2000s. The apartment has, as we discovered, a
large amount of usable space, but requires a bit of re-arranging to
fit an entire party. A long hallway connects the front door to the
combined kitchen-living-dining room, after two, ninety degree turns,
first left and then right, which take you past the guest bathroom and
the small guest room/office. The household is shoes off, so guests
leave their shoes, neatly lined up, near the front door. You can tell
how good a party is by the sheer number of shoes in the front
entryway. Hosting a large group requires a few changes in the layout
of the house. A large, low, table has to be moved from the living
room into the front hallway, leaving only a two foot space for guests
to pass through between the front door and the rest of the apartment.
A love seat is also removed from the living room into the guest
bedroom and a longer couch is added to the master bedroom, where the
plus part of the party takes place. Our bedroom had not only acquired
a sofa, but we had made sure to put a thick, vinyl, sheet over our
bed, and removed the pillows, to make a play space for our friends.
The lighting was set to rotate through a set of muted colors,
reflected off of the white walls, which gave the room a warm glow.
The final touches, pot pipes and lube were going to be enough to let
our friends know that this was a place to play. There were also
condoms but as nearly all of our friends on PrEP they don’t get much
use.

The party started innocently enough, K and I were both dressed in
comfortable clothes, t-shirt and 501s for me, t-shirt and shorts for
him. We knew that even in chilly November it would quickly get warm
in the house with that many guests. Our guests started arriving
shortly after 6pm and by 8 we had about 20 or more people in the
house. For any successful party the guest list is an important
consideration. We knew that we could host a fun party by inviting a
large number of our friends and adding food and drink, but we also
knew that we needed to make sure to invite some friends who would get
the plus part of the party rolling, friends who would see our bedroom
setup for sex play and immediately strip off their clothes and start
inviting other, less bold friends, into the space. M was one such
friend, but we also added a few more ringers, including J, T, and
myself, although as a co-host to the party I had a dual role. K and I
are both very sexual, but our styles are somewhat different, and of
the two of us, I’m the more boldly outgoing, so I fall into the ringer
category of party guest. One of my jobs, as co-host, is to cause our
guests to mingle, acting as a sheep dog, distributing them throughout
the rooms so that no one room is overcrowded. I’m also responsible
for pointing out, “You know there’s weed in the bedroom and other
things too.” which is, for gay men, a call to arms, a call that I made
about two hours into the party.

A queen sized bed can hold two to three men when they’re sleeping, but
quite a few more when it’s being used for an orgy, and the available
play space includes the floor around it. Without any prompting from
me, our ringers had taken up residence, with J, hanging out, naked, on
the sofa, and inviting men over to him, so he could blow them. M was
playing with another bear on our bed, making out and playing with the
guy’s nipples. As other guests saw what was going on they either
wandered in to watch or peeked in and wandered away, possibly to come
back later as the libations reduced their inhibitions, or when they
spotted someone they’d wanted to play with now in the room.

I already knew that GT was a great kisser because we’d met at a sex
party several years earlier. We had become friends, with benefits,
after that. I also knew that JS was really into him but had not
landed him yet. I made sure to let each of them know that the other
was interested but also knew that JS wasn’t as comfortable in public
play spaces as GT. When I saw them disappear into the guest bathroom I
knew my work was done and that I’d have to wait until later to play
with GT. I wandered off to see what other fun I could stir up, and in
particular if JS’s other half, A, was about.

It turned out that A was otherwise unoccupied so I took him into the
bedroom where there were already several people playing. M was on his
back on our bed with someone riding his cock and both of them looked
pretty happy about that. J was on all fours on the bed, taking a cock
from another of our guests, but I was too busy kissing A to really
take much notice of anything else.

A is a great kisser and very intense about it. As I was kissing him I
found my head locked in the vice grips of his powerful hands. As we
kissed it felt like he might break my neck, which only made my cock
come to hard and dripping, but trapped by my button fly. A simply
would not let me go so I unbuttoned my jeans, while hanging withing
his grip. He took a cue from me and while still holding my face to
his with one hand reached down and freed his cock as well, then shoved
me down to my knees and sent his cock all the way back into my throat.
I began working on him and he reached over to the window sill to grab
a bottle of poppers, and he took a deep pull on the vapors and then
offered them to me. I knew that A had taken Viagra that night, and
you’re not supposed to mix nitrates (poppers) with ED drugs, but we
all do it, and so I found myself on my knees, in front one of my best
friends with the two of us risking a heart attack. A fucked my face
for a for several minutes and then reached down with both hands and
lifted me up off my knees to kiss me again. Again I thought my neck
might snap, and again I didn’t care. A held me so tightly I could
barely breath but I could still kiss him, deeply and for as long as he
was willing. After many minutes of tongue dancing he let me go and we
both gulped for air. The poppers had made us both soft so we buttoned
up to go rejoin the party.

The living room, which also has our kitchen, and the main space for
the Social part of the party, was getting a bit too warm, even with
the windows open in a typical New York November. I started my sheep
dog routine, “You know the small bedroom is much cooler than it is in
here.” and, “There’s pot and play space in the master bedroom.” After
about 10 minutes I had redistributed enough of our guests so that all
the rooms had resumed a more comfortable temperature, but I knew the
main room would be full again because it was where the food and drinks
were. All parties eventually come to revolve around the kitchen.

After checking on whether or not K needed anything I decided to wander
back to the playroom. I found a few people in the room but only two
of them were playing with others looking on, including GT. I walked
up to him, gave him my combination smile and leer, he gave me a small
laugh in return, and then I leaned down and kissed him. GT is a
small, compact, and densely packed man, and when we kiss his body melts
into mine and I envelope him. I pressed him against the wall and
kissed him and kissed him until we both were out of breath. He slid
down the wall to his knees and started sucking me. I wanted to ram
down into his throat but knew that he didn’t really like that much
force so I let him do the work his own way while massaging his
shoulders. He turned his face up towards me and I leaned down to kiss
him again, tasting my cock and his spit all at once. I reached my
hands under his arms and pulled him to his feet so I could trade
positions with him. Unlike GT, I like force, and GT knows this so
from the moment I started in on him he was faced fucking me, bringing
tears to my eyes and making my cock bounce up and down and drip
pre-cum on the floor. Much as I wanted a long session with GT, I
remembered that I was also the one of the hosts, and that I had other
duties to attend to, but I really wanted GT’s load, so I played every
trick I remembered he liked, until he said, “I’m gonna cum.” and then
he did, a nice gusher of juice to add to the snacks and sodas I’d had
that night. I kept him in my mouth and worked myself over the edge as
well, showering the floor with my own cum, and finally took his cock
out of my mouth, panting. Several of our friends were playing nearby
and I felt the caress of several hands as they helped me up, and I
found some paper towels to clean up the happy mess. It was time for
another round of shepherding guests into cooler rooms and to check on
the drinks and food, but I’d had my fun.

In many ways K is a more diligent host than I am, and doesn’t usually
play during the early parts of the party. As the party wound down we
were sitting on the couch with our friend D, seeing if we could make
him cum, but by then he’d had too much to drink, so we just played
with his nipples, which he loves, and made out while other guests
finally exhausted themselves. I was so tired by this point that I
initially failed to notice that K had gone to the bathroom but not
come back. Looking in the hallway I could see A had found K, and was
on his knees blowing him with abandon. I wandered back to the living
room to hang out with D, and A’s partner, M. We chatted while we
waited for the sound of K blowing what we expected would be the final
load of the night into A. It took about 20 minutes but, finally, we
heard K give out with a long, crescendo, and knew the party was over.
He and A walked into the living room, grinning and then the last of
our guests were ready to leave.

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