The Gay Party Where I Discovered My Boyfriend Was Cheating on Me

It’s Saturday, and today is the party at Iván and Nael’s place. I wake up in bed with Marc on top of me, peppering kisses on the nape of my neck and grinding the bulge in his pants against my ass. This guy never rests.

But I’m not in the mood, and besides, it’s gotten late: the party starts at noon and we have to get ready. I clench my ass cheeks to block him. If he’s horny, he can wank it by himself.

—Come on, don’t be mean —he whispers in that horny voice of his that lately is the only one I ever hear from him.

I hold firm, my ass tight, until he gives up and gets out of bed in a sulk, with that usual twisted face of his whenever I deny him entry. The world doesn’t revolve around your cock, I think, but I keep my mouth shut to keep the peace.

After the shower we get dressed, though there isn’t much to put on: the party is in swimwear. There’s an unwritten code everyone respects: bottoms wear briefs, versatiles wear tight shorts, and tops wear loose boxers. Marc and I dress accordingly, and as soon as I pull on the briefs he starts pawing at me again.

—Damn, today there isn’t going to be a guy in that house who won’t want to fuck you. Good thing I’m here, or I wouldn’t even let you leave.

—What’s this, have you suddenly gotten jealous? —I tease back.

—It’s not about jealousy. I just have to defend what’s mine —he says, planting both hands on my ass. On his ass, according to him.

I don’t know whether to laugh, feel flattered, or knee him in the balls. I won’t deny I like getting him worked up, but lately I feel like nothing more than a walking ass to him.

When we arrive, the house is already packed, and according to Iván and Nael there are still people on the way; the place is huge and no one worries about capacity. I barely know anyone, but I swear I had never seen so many hot guys in one place in my life. Marc hadn’t either, because I catch him checking out several bulges. Filthy bastard.

At one point I go into the kitchen to make myself a mixed drink and Iván comes with me. We hadn’t seen each other since that time he ground against me at another party, and he must have liked it, because as soon as I bend down to get ice from the freezer he slips his hand into my briefs without a second thought.

—What a nice ass you’ve got, Dani... Marc must be very happy.

—Get that hand out of there or Nael will cut your balls off —I tell him, though without much conviction.

—Not at all... today’s my birthday, and this party is special. Today we’re allowed to be a little bad —he replies while kneading my ass cheeks, and I have to admit it turns me on that he’s doing it.

Just then Nael and Marc show up too, coming to get themselves something. To my surprise, their arrival doesn’t make Iván pull his hand out of my swimwear, and they don’t seem bothered in the least either.

—What are you whispering about over here? —Marc asks.

—Nothing, I was telling Dani how lucky he is —Iván replies, winking at him.

—Well, you’re not one to complain —my boyfriend shoots back, and grabs Nael by the ass, who doesn’t even flinch, as if it were the most normal thing in the world—. I’m not boasting, but the best asses at the party are ours.

—Damn right —Iván confirms, punctuating it with a good pinch on my right cheek.

Nael smiles at me and rolls his eyes, like, “you know how they are.” Do I ever. You fall in love, and to them you’re nothing but an ass.

—You know what? —Iván goes on—. There’s a small, very discreet lounge inside where the four of us would be comfortable. And since we’ve got the best asses, maybe we could swap them around for a while.

They talk as if Nael and I weren’t even standing there.

—Damn, tempting —says Marc—, but Dani’s little ass is mine alone. I don’t lend it out to anyone. That said, if you want a good blowjob, he’s got a lot of practice with that.

—That’s for me to decide —I protest, half pissed off and half turned on. But just then I feel Iván’s finger working its way in from behind, and my cock shoots up, which is hard to hide in briefs, leaving my protest for dead.

—Your mouth isn’t for talking right now —Iván snaps in an authoritative tone. Then he turns to Marc—. Deal. But if I don’t get ass, neither do you.

Marc nods, and the four of us head into the little lounge.

No sooner have we gone in than Iván and Marc pull their swimwear down and show us their hard cocks. Nael and I kneel at the same time and go straight for them: me for Iván’s, him for Marc’s.

I devour Iván’s cock with hunger. Even if he’s an asshole, he’s turned me on, and besides, it’s the first cock I’ve ever tasted that isn’t Marc’s; there’s a kind of filthy thrill in that I hadn’t expected. At first I grab him by the base and take him into my mouth at my own pace, but before long he’s holding my head and fucking my throat. I sink my hands into his ass, let him use me, and look up to see his face full of desire.

When he’s close to coming, he eases off and pulls it out. He moves to an armchair, sprawls out, and gestures for me to come over and keep going. I crawl over to him on all fours, obedient, dying to keep sucking him. Marc sees us and does the same: Nael and I end up side by side on our knees, sucking the other’s boyfriend while they watch from their chairs, perfectly relaxed.

—Damn, your boyfriend’s got quite the mouth —Iván says—. You can tell you’ve got him well trained.

—I’d get insanely hard if these two started messing around. Wouldn’t you? —Marc says. Iván nods.

So they pull us off their cocks, and Nael and I, still kneeling on the floor, throw ourselves on each other. It’s the first time we’ve kissed, touched for real, and it turns out to be insanely hot: because of his body, yes, but above all because I know our boyfriends are watching us and getting off on the scene. We keep going until Iván grabs me by the hair, pulls me away from Nael, and brings my face beside his cock just in time to come all over me. Beside us, Marc unloads in Nael’s throat while he fucks his mouth.

***

The four of us take a break. Them, relaxed after orgasm; Nael and me, hot and splattered. While our boyfriends head back to the party all smug, we go into a bathroom to clean ourselves up. I can’t help feeling resentful seeing them walk off with their dicks satisfied while I wash their leftovers off my skin.

When I come back, I walk up to Marc just as another guy comes over to greet him. He’s about my age, in black briefs, tanned, athletic, with a couple of tattoos on his arm.

—Hey! How’s it going? —the stranger says hello.

—Hi, Bruno... all good, and you? —Marc replies, and I catch the strain in his voice immediately.

—Good. I wasn’t expecting to find you here. I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while, but you weren’t answering my messages.

Marc’s got his balls in a knot because he knows I’m watching, even if he pretends he hasn’t seen me. And the scene leaves little room for doubt. Son of a bitch.

—Better we talk somewhere quieter —he says, grabbing Bruno by the arm and taking him away.

I’m rooted to the spot like a stake, not knowing what to do or say, when Nael comes up to me.

—Do you think that...? —I start.

—I know a guy’s cheating when I see it. I have no doubt.

—What a fucking bastard. I’m going to tear him a new one in front of his precious Bruno.

But my friend stops me before I can take a step.

—Don’t even think about it. What do you want, to look like a crazy jealous boyfriend in front of everyone? You need to get him back, and you’re in the perfect place to do it. Eye for an eye. Later, at home, you can cut his balls off if you want.

—Get him back how?

Nael grabs my jaw and turns my face toward the pool. On the loungers are Theo and Igor, the two guys I met the other day at the gym, both in loose-top briefs. The path is crystal clear.

—Hey, guys, how’s it going? Having a good time? —Nael says when we get to their side.

The two of them grin when they see us.

—You remember my friend Dani, right?

—Of course. A guy like Dani isn’t easy to forget —Theo says, winking at me.

They’re a pair of posers, but you have to admit they’re insanely hot: they stand out even at a party like this. The contrast between the two—Theo, Black and huge; Igor, blond and Eastern European-looking—makes them even hotter. They breathe virility from every pore.

We chat for a while, laughing and drinking. The sexual tension is palpable, but neither Theo nor Igor is blatant, and that only makes them more attractive. It’s Nael who decides to crank up the heat.

—Guys, there’s a small jacuzzi in the back garden. Feel like coming? We’ll be more comfortable there.

Both of them light up, and when they stand up you can see the beginning of an erection under their swimwear. They’re basic. But when we get there, the jacuzzi is off.

—Shit, it’s not working. Wait here, I’m going to check the breaker box, maybe it tripped. Behave yourselves while I’m gone —Nael says, winking before leaving the three of us alone.

After a brief silence, Theo speaks up.

—So, Igor, what do you suggest to keep us entertained while this gets fixed? —and as he says that, he slips his hand into my briefs and grabs my left cheek hard.

—No idea. Maybe our new friend can entertain us for a while, like in the gym showers —Igor replies, bringing up the day I showed off in front of them, and grabs my other cheek.

I’m insanely horny with both of them on me, but even though I’m dying for them to wreck me with cock, I feel like playing hard to get.

—You guys are a bit full of yourselves, aren’t you? More like it’s your turn to keep me entertained —I say with a smile.

Then they both dive in to suck on my nipples, one on each side, and I’m in seventh heaven when someone interrupts us. It’s Marc, who’s just come into the garden and is storming toward us.

—Dani! What the fuck are you doing?

Theo and Igor stand up straight, though without taking their hands off my ass. Marc stares at me, eyes wide, red with rage.

—What does it look like I’m doing? Come on, fuck off for a while, you’ve got nothing to do here —and as I say it, I put my hands on Theo and Igor’s crotches and feel their cocks hard as stakes over their swimwear.

—Don’t fuck with me. Come with me and stop this bullshit —but his tone betrays the helplessness his words are trying to hide.

Igor starts sucking on my neck, ignoring him, and Theo lands the final blow.

—Didn’t you hear him? Fuck off already if you don’t want trouble —he snaps, threateningly.

Marc is about to explode and, interestingly enough, hard from the scene. I know he’d start swinging if he could, but he has no chance against the two of them at once, so he swallows his pride and leaves with his tail between his legs.

As soon as he disappears, the two of them pounce on me like animals, and I let myself be carried away, no longer knowing who’s kissing where or who’s touching what.

—Let’s find a room —Theo says. It’s an order. I nod and we head into the house, forgetting about the jacuzzi and everything else.

—We’re going to tear your ass apart —Igor whispers in my ear while we search door after door and the two of them grope me.

We find an empty bedroom, spacious, with a big bed. We go in and lock the door. I’m insanely horny, but also a little scared: it’s the first time I’m going to have a threesome and I want to live up to it.

Theo is the first to grab me, pressing me against his body and burying my face in his steel chest. From behind, Igor starts spanking me, harder and harder, and tugging at my briefs until he tears them off and leaves me naked in front of them. Then Theo turns me around and pushes me toward Igor, who kisses me as the other one takes out his cock and rubs it against my crack. My ass is practically clapping, wanting cock more than I ever have in my life.

For now I’m the only naked one of the three, but soon they drop their swimwear and show me their two rock-hard cocks. They shove me by the shoulders downward until I’m on my knees, with two cocks for me. I alternate between one and the other, I suck their balls too, while they yank my hair, slap their cocks against my face, and spit on me. At one point, while I’m blowing Igor, he pulls out his phone and starts taking pictures of me. I try to protest, but they couldn’t care less.

—You’re our whore, and whores obey —he snaps at me.

Theo gets behind me and between the two of them they take me to the bed, where they put me on all fours. He bends down to eat my ass while Igor, in front, fucks my mouth until tears spring to my eyes.

—Damn, look at this guy’s ass —Theo says as he sticks his tongue out and starts working it in—. I’m going to leave it nice and open for you.

I’m so hot that, even though he’s got a sizable cock, it goes in pretty easily. At first he fucks me slowly, and I keep Igor’s cock in my mouth, but as he speeds up he leans over me more and more, until the other one pulls out of my mouth and I’m left lying face down, with Theo on top of me wrecking me. Each thrust is rougher than the last, his breathing gets faster, and I’m not surprised when, not long after, I feel him emptying himself inside me.

When he’s done, he kisses my back with a tenderness I wasn’t expecting, turns my face toward him, and makes out with me. He pulls out carefully and keeps pampering me for a while, until Igor gets bored and claims his turn.

I’m sore from the first fucking, but also stretched open, and Theo’s load works as lube, so when Igor gets on top of me the pleasure far outweighs the pain. He doesn’t mess around: from the first moment he hits me hard.

After a while he pulls out, lies on his back, and I, exhausted, sit down on his cock, leaned forward so the hole stays wide open. He holds me and presses me against him with those gym-trained arms, so that even though I’m on top, I’m still as dominated and immobilized as before, my face buried in his neck. After a while he comes inside me.

The three of us collapse onto the bed, me in the middle, them covering me in kisses and caresses, telling me over and over how well I behaved. I don’t think about Marc or Bruno. Only about what they’re missing. And then I feel Theo’s cock bumping against my entrance again, ready for a second round.

To be continued...