Gay Erotic Stories

(The final installment of the story of Evan, his new Chelsea apartment, and the voyeurism and exhibitionism that goes on there. VoyeurNY, his mystery phone caller and internet buddy, lured him to a townhouse, where he showed Evan the hidden camera setup, allowing him to watch his twin roommates, Jason and Jaden, having an orgy with seven other guys they met on an RSVP cruise. Then, Evan was blindfolded, bound and gagged. We pick up the story after the blindfold was removed, showing Evan surrounded by ten hot men, all hooded, naked and hard.)

Evan blinked again, this time not from the light hurting his eyes, but from the sight that greeted him. Ten men, surrounding him, each with a fabulous body, each a different height and build, but each hooded and hard as rocks. All were wearing cockrings, and all were slowly stroking their cocks. My mystery man continued whispering in my ear: "If you want to stop, now is your last chance. We can blindfold you again, get you dressed and put you on the street, and no one will contact you again. The choice is yours." Without thinking, I blurted out "NO!", at which everyone laughed. "OK," my mystery master shouted, "let the games begin!"

At that, behind the naked men lined up in front of me, I saw a red light go on, then a second, then a third, and then a fourth. They were video cameras, set up to record all the action. "This will be going out live on the ‘net, son", he said, "We have a subscriber base of about 100,000 men worldwide who will get to see you having sex with the ten of us." At that, my cock sprang to full hard, and I said, "Well, what are we waiting for?" The ten masked men chuckled, and the chains were removed from my hands and feet. He continued: "The rules are as follows. Even though your restraints have been removed, you are still to do as we wish, you understand?" "Yes, Sir!". "There is a bowl filled with slips of paper, each describing a different sex act. Each man will pull a piece of paper, in order, after which time you will perform that sex act with that man, do you understand?" "Yes, Sir!" "And at no time does anyone use anyone's names here, understand?" "Yes, Sir!"

It was then I noticed that each man's hood had a number printed on the top of the head. Man #1, a short, smooth muscular guy about 20 years old (from the looks of his body) pulled a slip of paper from the bowl, and read it out loud: "Rim him." He walked toward me, took me by the hand, and led me to a raised, padded platform, ringed by lights and cameras. He placed me on my hands and knees and positioned himself next to the platform. Then, he slowly started licking around my asshole with his tongue, getting closer and closer, driving me out of my mind! When I thought I couldn't stand it any more, he plunged his tongue deep into my spasming rectum. I screamed from the sheer pleasure of it, and a murmur of appreciation rose from the other men there. All the while, the cameras moved around us, zooming in for a close-up, changing positions for a different view - my ass, my face, the two of us, crowd reactions. After about 5 minutes of him rimming me, a bell went off. He stopped, and walked back to the group, where he was slapped on the shoulders and butt by some of the guys who were waiting. I was left on the platform, a writhing, horny mess. And the night had just begun!

Man #2, a tall, thin black guy, pulled a slip from the bowl, and read "Get sucked." He walked in front of me, where I was still on my knees, and slid his long, thin piece between my lips. He fit there like a glove, the curve of his cock shaft fitting the ciurve of my throat perfectly. His head slid nicely down past the back of my tongue, and just into the top of my throat. His hands, planted firmly on both sides of my head, slowly and sensuously massaged my scalp as I massaged his hairless ballsac. Again, the cameras captured every bit of the action, and broadcast it live across the world. After what seemed like too short a period of time, the bell went off, and he pulled out, returning to the others for their congratulations.

This continued for a full round of play. Each man, in turn, pulled a slip of paper, and read the assignment out loud. Then, for five minutes (no more, no less), we performed that act, and when the bell went off, we stopped. No one came that first round. I had a chance to size up all the guys, and they looked vaguely familiar. I mean, I couldn't see anyone's faces, but their body types, color hair (based on their pubes), and cock sizes all seemed vaguely familiar. But the combination of the sex, the poppers (still being piped into the room via the ventilation system) and the masks kept it just out of reach.

My mystery man was #10, and his slip of paper said "Get fucked." By then, my cock had been inside 2 men's mouths, 1 ass, and I had gotten rimmed, sucked and fucked by 2 men (each). He led me to the edge of the platform, had me sit down, and faced away from me. He sheathed my rod, slowly lowered his butt over the head of my rubbered cock, and I popped past his hard ring of muscle. Within thirty seconds, his hips were resting on my thighs, and he started to ride me up and down. His ass felt incredible around my cock, and the sight of his back and butt riding up and down on me was almost more than I could bear. I just leaned back on my hands, and let him do all the work. Soon, I was starting to feel the cum boil in my nuts, but the bell went off, and he pulled himself off me. He turned, kissed me hard and deep, and then said "OK, men. Ten minute break. Then we continue with the threesome event."

As everyone started to wander for the bathrooms, or the shower, I walked around, greeting them, hoping someone would give me a clue as to what was going on, who they were, etc... but no luck. Oddly enough, my cock stayed pretty hard the entire time, and the few times that someone started to stroke it, my mystery man would come up and put a stop to it, saying "Save it for the cameras." It was then that I realized, for the first time that night, that his voice was not disguised, and sounded awfully familiar. I looked around the room at the assembled crowd, and then it hit me! I decided to test my theory during the next round of action.

The ten minute rest beak ended, and the mystery man told us that the next 5 events would involve me and a different pair of the hooded men each time, and the duration of each event would be 10 minutes. This time, I would pick the slips and chose the participants of the threesomes. The first four setups were really neat - I got rimmed by number 4 (a short fireplug of a college aged guy) while fucking the tall black guy (Number 2), ate out the short muscular butt of guy number 1 while getting sucked by number 9, a tall, thin blond. The other two threesomes were equally hot, and again, none of us came before the bell rang.

Finally, the last slip said "Fuck and be fucked." "Perfect", I thought. Looking around, I chose the two guys I had left for last: number 6 and number 8. As they came forward, I realized my suspicions were right. Although they had made every effort to stay away from each other the whole night, side by side they were identical in height, weight, build and cock size, right down to the color of their shaved pubes: red. Number 6 slid in behind me, and I slid my cock into the ass of number 8, who had laid down on the platform on his back. As we rode together, I leaned forward, and started to suck and lick the pecs of the guy under me. Sure enough, on his right pec I tasted makeup. I looked in his eyes, raised one eyebrow, and he nodded slightly.

Wow, this was a definite fantasy come true! Not only was I being watched by at least 100,000 men while I was having sex, but it was Jason was below me, my cock sliding in and out of the ass I had watched for so many weeks. And (if I was right) Jaden was behind me, fucking me as he had so many tricks in his bed. All too soon, the bell rang, and we uncoupled, but not before Jason locked his arms around my neck and kissed me hard, deep and long. I responded in kind. Jaden hugged us both at the same time, and we separated. The rest of the events that night were equally hot, because once I made the mental connection, I realized that all of the other guys were guys who I had seen in my living room earlier that evening from the viewing room upstairs - the guys from Jason and Jaden's RSVP cruise! Somehow, they had all come over here, and participated in my exhibitionist fantasy. I could identify them all, that is all except my mystery man. I still didn't have a clue as to his identity.

A bell rang, rousing me from my thoughts. My mystery man came forward and said: "Fifteen minutes until the end of the broadcast. This time, you make the choices. How do you want to cum, Evan?" That was easy - I still had one fantasy left. "I want to lay on the platform, and jack off while all of you stand around me and cum all over my body." And it happened just like I asked -- they stood over me, jacking their cocks while I looked up at them all while I stroked my own pole. No one touched each other or said a word, they just pleasured themselves, and I got to watch it all. About three or four minutes into it, I got sprayed on my pecs with a massive load of cum from man number 1. That set off two other guys, both of whom sprayed my legs and balls. I grabbed some of their cum, and started to use it to lube my dick and jack even faster. Two minutes later, Jason and Jaden each moaned, and let their jism coat my cheeks, lips and neck. That set off three other guys, who sprayed me from neck to toes with their loads. Six down, four to go, plus myself. About five more minutes, and three guys came - bang, bang, bang - one right after the other.

That left me and my mystery man. We locked eyes, and matched each other stroke for stroke. Our breathing was synchronized, and the room was silent, except for the sound of us panting and the slithery sound of wet flesh being stroked. The mood was electric, and I wanted it to last forever. But a chime sounded, and my mystery man called out "One more minute - ARRGHHH." With that, he arched his back, and let fly, covering my cock and the hand I was using to jack off with his load. As I was about to shoot myself, I aimed at his face and pleaded: "Please, Sir. Let me see your face?" He reached for his mask, pulled it off, and as I looked into David's eyes, my load shot straight up, right into his open mouth.

As my orgasm subsided, the other nine guys broke into spontaneous applause, and everyone was hugging and kissing each other as, one-by-one, the red lights on the cameras went off. Jason and Jaden came over to me, and told me all about how they had known I was watching them for the past three months. They also told me that David had been sending them e-mails and candid pics for the past two years. David came over, and I had to ask. "How could you be VoyeurNY? I saw him hypnotize you." He chuckled, and said: "All you saw was me answer a call, and turn on the speakerphone. It was all pre-timed, a friend placed the call and played a recording I had made that morning. I thought you were getting a little close to figuring out who I was, so I set that up for you. I wanted to make sure that you were really into this scene before I let you in on the whole thing." I hugged him tight, kissed him hard on the mouth.

As we broke our kiss, I asked him, "Did you put Jason and Jaden through all of this when they moved into the apartment?" The three of them laughed until they cried. Finally, Jason caught his breath enough to say: "He put us through all of this, and a lot more. We thought you knew. David is our father."

(This is the sixth in the series of stories about my experiences living in Manhattan and the last of five installments of the adventures I had with Jason, Jaden, David and others in my first NYC apartment. If you enjoyed it, and would like to hear more, please let me know.

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