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As we walked out into the sunbathing area, Mr. G was telling Mike and me how this invitation had come up. Our rich friend reminded us that he had met that man and his son at the snack bar and he had gone with them to a private room. Well, Mr. G had intended to discuss a business project that both he and the man we will call Mr. F were interested in financially. Mr. F dropped the project discussion right away and revealed that a mutual friend had told him about the great skill Mr. G had in fucking. Then Mr. F told Mr. G that he had been fucking his son since he turned eighteen and the son really liked a good screwing and in fact the father wanted one, in fact needed one, also. The father was the only man to enjoy his son’s sexual awakening both in receiving and giving. The father, on the other hand had had a few years of man to man sex when he was an officer in the Marines but the son, Albert, was the only man to man sex he had enjoyed in over ten years. It had all happened when Mr. F and Albert had gone to New York City twelve months ago to celebrate the son’s eighteenth birthday and Albert had come on to his father to satisfy his curiosity. “Providence arranged it so we would meet here today,” the father told Mr. G.

Mr. G had suggested the father and son fuck each other a little so they would be loosened up for his cock and the two did it while taking the opportunity to suck Mr. G’s fuck tube of pleasure up good. Well I knew what being fucked by Mr. G could do and I felt a little jealous the father and son were experiencing the extreme joy that I had known one time. It came out that the father and son had told the family that they were going on a fishing trip and took the three hundred thousand dollar motor home and a Japanese house boy to come to the spa. It, like ours, was a first visit and Mr. F had joined, Platinum, only two months before the visit.

Even after a good fucking by Mr. G, the father and son wanted more. “This is our big chance to get our fill of being fucked,” Mr. F had told Mr. G and the son, Albert, had agreed. Mr. G had volunteered the services of Mike and me to do what we could for the needy pair. So, like on a mission of mercy, the three of us were on our way to the expensive and luxurious recreational vehicle that was to be the scene of our form of recreation very soon.

By the large swimming pool, our trio saw a crowd around some activity and stopped to see what was going on. A Platinum member was being given a rim job by one spa boy and another spa boy was giving him a great blow job. The rest of the crowd was day members and were in a pretty tight group around the sex party. In two minutes, the Platinum member had his loud and obviously satisfying climax and the two spa boys stood up. I recognized my ex-schoolmate, Peter Pulour. Aka Jock Rockhard, as the cocksucker and the other was an actor that also appeared in “Rescue On Poontang Island.”

Feeling somewhat proud that I also knew people at the spa, I introduced Peter to Mr. G and Mike and Peter, without embarrassment about what we had just watched, introduced his friend, a Mexican boy, as Ramon, but they also let us know that Ramon was known as Lance de Carne, in the porn industry. Mr. G who had porn industry investments said he had heard of Ramon and Peter and all the comments he had heard were good ones. Mr. G invited the two spa boys to go on with us to the motor home.

Knowing that they would almost certainly get their fill of hard cocks, Mr. F and Albert greeted us warmly as we entered the luxurious motor home. By this time we had all been carrying our towels around our necks and were for all purposes naked as the day we were hatched. As we came into the motor home, the Japanese house boy, also stark naked came out of one section, followed by a new spa boy whose name we did not hear but who stop long enough to tell Peter that the house boy had given him the hottest blowjob he had ever had. The house boy, Ahso, just smiled at the compliment. The other spa boy, well spent and useless in our situation, left to get some recuperation.

“That guy is maybe the best cocksucker on the staff,” Peter said as the other spa boy closed the door on his way out, “and I have never heard him give anyone a compliment before.” We all laughed and Ahso came over to take the semi-hard cock of Mr. G in his hand and he licked his lips as he felt it very carefully.

“We didn’t know how active a cocksucker Ahso was until we parked here and he learned what kind of spa this is,” Mr. F laughed and he reached for my cock and we heard him say, under his breath, “Oh, yeah…that will fit nicely.”

“Mr. Goldenrocks,” Albert spoke up, “I hope you will be able to give me and Dad an encore with your marvelous fuck tool.” Ramon had moved up closer the son of Mr. F and knelt before him to start sucking the six inch hard on the boy was showing as we met and got introduced. Albert looked at his father and when he saw a look of approval, he began to face fuck the spa boy.

“Well, Albert,” Mr. G replied, “I am sure we will couple again but right now I think that my friend, Mike, can give you what you will like. Mike is a top like me so you don’t have to worry about reciprocation by fucking him. You can keep your cock hard for your Dad like you want.” Ahso had knelt in front of Mr. G and had the best sex tool in the crowd in his mouth and giving it an oriental type of suck job.

“Ahso, bring us some bottles of booze and mixers before you get your greedy mouth full of Mr. Goldenrock’s big delicious whang,” Mr. F told his houseboy and looking like he had been deprived of life’s most essential thing, the boy almost ran to the other room of the motor home and soon appeared with a serving cart loaded with a wide assortment of liquor. When the house boy returned, he found Mr. G was leaning back on the white leather sofa, his legs apart to accept willing rimming tongue of my friend, Peter. Lying lengthwise on the sofa, Ahso had full access to Mr. G’s cock but he had to share the scrotum and balls with Peter who was intent on tongue fucking our good friend. It was a sight that would have changed the statue of David’s little cock into a nine inch monster dick if Michelangelo’s statue could have seen it.

“Come, Freddy, fuck me good,” Mr. F instructed me as he laid on his back on the sofa that matched the one being used by Mr. G. While he had no trouble raising his legs up so his butt hole was at my disposal, he soon had to rest his legs on my shoulders as I slid my good-sized rigid cock into his well lubed hole. “Oh, Freddy love, that feels like it was made to fuck me,” Mr. F sighed and I glanced at Albert standing close by and saw he was licking his lips and squeezing his boy cock in excitement at watching his father get fucked once more that day.

While I was giving Mr. F a series of my best anal pleasing strokes, Mike had got Albert on the thick plush white carpet in the dog fashion position and had penetrated his willing love hole as I remembered that first day I had met Mike in his book store and he had fucked me through the glory hole. We soon knew that Albert was a moaner when he was feeling a hard prick teasing his prostate as Mike began to work his magic. Now, however, Albert was sucking on the cock of Ramon who is also known as Lance de Carne so the moans were a little muffled. The spa boy had a big smile on his face as he was receiving a blowjob instead of having to give one.

Mr. F, on the other hand, was a talker and he kept pleading for me to fuck him harder, deeper, faster, and just about every way known to man. I knew that after the man I was screwing had already been screwed by Mr. G, there was no way I could impress him about my intercourse talents for which I normally have no complaints from my many partners. When Mr. G had fucked Mr. F, the father had seen a powerful light from a massive galaxy and the best he would get from me was maybe two or three stars flickering dimly in the far distant sky. I felt confident that I would make more impression than Albert, the son could when the boy fucked his father, but then Albert, the son, had a point that I did not. His sex with his father was considered odd and erotic even in the society that we all moved in.

After listening to Mr. F urging me to “Use that big fat cock like I was one of the young pieces of ass you usually get!” and worrying that I was not doing well at my assigned ass task, I saw the older man cream a good cum load on his stomach as he moaned loudly enough to draw the attention of our audience so I faked an orgasm and withdrew while stripping my empty condom into the waste basket. Now, Mr. F was full of praise at my making him cum and he fixed me a strong vodka and orange juice to restore my vigor. “Freddy, I have a good place for you in my Kansas City plant if you want to move in and maybe give me some personal attention once in awhile.” Mr. F spoke to me as he stroked my semi-hard prick.

Watching Mr. G, sitting provocatively on the white sofa, getting all that oral attention and looking with desire at his great fuck tool, I knew I had to sit on that beautiful prick and feel it massaging my prostate and other sweet spots again. With my cock still hard and standing out, I walked over to where Peter and Ahso were still enjoying giving oral service to the only real top man in our crowd. I told Peter to give my fuck hole a good tonguing that would lube me up good, and I told Ahso to relinquish his prize that his mouth had made slick. I gave Peter one of the many handy condoms and he, showing a lot of experience soon had Mr. G’s most desirable hard cock well covered. Feeling ready, I backed up to Mr. G’s lap and, reaching between my legs, I guided that hot most desirable cock into my hot and hungry hole and I felt the tower of rigid prick meat slide into my gut.

Peter, getting into the erotic feeling of my act, was on his knees and sucking my cock as Mr. G’s joy tool went easily further and further up my love tunnel and Ahso dropped down so he could suck on the cock known so well to fans of Jock Rockhard of porn flick fame.

Once I felt Mr. G’s thick pubes rubbing my buttocks, I went into my lap dance, and from then on I did to that rod of hot flesh whatever I felt like doing. I have to admit that I was the center of attention in that living room. Mike had had his climax in Albert and now Albert was kneeling in front of his father but had stopped sucking his Dad’s cock, Peter had moved over to Mike and leaning over to grab his ankles, exposed his ready fuck hole to Mike’s still hard prick which was soon deep in my ex-school mate’s ass. Ramon and Ahso had started a 69 but it was delayed while they watched Mr. G and me. In other words, no matter what they were doing, all eyes were on Mr.G. and me.

Peter, saying, “You will want to see this over and over,” grabbed a digital movie camera laying on the cocktail table and shot me and Mr. G. Peter had been studying to be a cameraman so he had no problem with the expensive camera in his hands. My old school mate must have been learning good as later the video showed that he had prevented distortions while moving in for close ups and back for full body shots. Oh, if you should be one of the lucky ones that Mr. G sent copies of that video, the beginning was faked as it was added after Peter had finished shooting the sex part. Then he shot a scene where I was impaled on Mr. G’s cock but we were both too exhausted to finish another hot fuck. Where I was a human pogo stick…that was real.

When the sex was finally over for all of us, we ate gourmet TV dinners and watched as Ahso gave Peter and Ramon oral service, going from one to the other, and the two spa boys had to rest when the house boy was satisfied he had done all he could do for them and they had rewarded him with cum loads that overfilled his talented mouth. Later, Mr. G and Mr. F called the director of spa boys and each of the wealthy men had $250 added to each boy’s tip account which totaled a thousand dollars they shared for their afternoon with our party.

I have no real knowledge of what happened that night in the rest of the spa as I was sound asleep as quickly as I lay down in my bed and I did not awake until seven o’clock the next morning.

The strange room and bed confused me when the telephone bells chimed a morning greeting. The voice on the phone was Mike’s and he told me he had spent the night satisfying a very sexually active Mr. G who told Mike over and over that my lap dance was his highlight of the trip. Mike, nice guy that he is, understood and was not upset by the amount of praise Mr. G had for me. Dawn over Griffith Park was breaking when Mr. G was finally sated and they both intended to spend most of the early daytime in sleep so he suggested I either do the same or not bothering them until after 4:00 PM. I congratulated Mike for his good luck and my friend managed a tired laugh and hung up.

Playing with myself, I tried to think what I could do until late afternoon in a spa filled with horny sexy men and decided I should get breakfast before I started to act on any decision I might make.

So, my personal day at the spa…began.