Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
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Chapter 19

A couple of weeks later, the three Iraqi musketeers and I flew into LAX for a couple of weeks in Southern California.  I had booked a suite in West Hollywood and arranged for a driver who was willing, for a bonus, to drive four gay men all around for our first week, touring the predominately gay areas of the megalopolis.  Delmar, our driver, showed us where some of the ‘suspected’ gay stars lived, as well as those who had already ‘come out’ to the world.  When he picked us up, he told us that the driving service owner had asked for a volunteer to take this assignment.  There were two who volunteered – the other guy was straight, or maybe bi, but he volunteered because of the bonus.  Delmar volunteered because he was gay. 

We always invited Del to have lunch with us at some of the gay ‘daytime’ hangouts.  He also suggested some after-hour clubs that he enjoys and volunteered to take us any evenings we wanted to try them out.  Of course, the Eagle LA was a must, Trunks and Gold Coast were on his list, and he insisted we spend some time at Slammer.  He goes to Slammer on Tuesday nights because he gets a discount with his gym membership; there’s a onetime only fee for out-of-towners.  He had us on the go every day and gave us a place to go every night.

On Tuesday, Del volunteered to pick us up at nine p.m. and take us to the Slammer.  It was everything I had heard about the gay baths in the ‘60s and ‘70s – and more.  After all, this was Hollywood, not D.C.  We had just planned to mingle and maybe go for a blow job or two, but Del had other ideas.   He took us to our lockers, and after we had stripped and wrapped our towels around our waists, showed us the private cubicles, the orgy room and the TV room.  He knew all the staff and several of the ‘guests.’  He introduced us to everyone.  As a pseudonym, I have frequently used my first and last given names, Gerry Gaither, rather than the name I’m known by.  Imagine giving some kid a name like Gerald Grant Gaither – Richards!  (My two granddads were Gerald Richards and Grant Gaither.) Oh, well!  Suck it up!  When I’m “on the dark side,” it’s usually “Hank,” as in “Hanky Panky!” 

As we walked around all the corridors and saw the variety of rooms, including the shower, we were in the same aroused condition as most of the others in there.  The orgy room was well lighted – with ‘black light,’ a/k/a ultraviolet lights.  It took a while to adjust so we could see the incredible show all around the room.  Del told us that if there were a raid, the front desk could turn on all the 25-watt lights in the place as a signal to ‘behave.’ 

Del met a friend of his in the TV room and he sat on the couch next to him, where they started playing with each other.  The four of us weren’t watching the hot video on the screen either.  I asked Maji, “Need any ideas for some of your vids?”

He replied, “Nah, I’m good.  I’ll shoot whatever looks and feels good and hot!”

“I bet you will,” I quipped.

“I’ve got the waterbed room,” Delmar told his friend.  They got up, holding their towels and each other’s hand, walking toward his room.  Del looked at us and nodded for us to follow.  His room and bed certainly were big enough for all of us, as it was a king size waterbed.  We had our own, private orgy room.  And Delmar was hunky enough for any of us.  About five-foot nine, one sixty of solid muscle from gym workouts, fairly ripped and solid.  His chiseled pecs and nipple rings were just waiting for me to take advantage of.  He sported a good eight and a half inches of meat that would be a mouthful for anyone.  His ‘amigo’ was taller, just as solid and had a thick side-curve whereas Del’s curved slightly up. 

We all dropped our towels and crawled on the waterbed with them.  Everyone started out with their own partner, but after a while, Delmar and Amigo (we never did get his name) joined us, one of them with each pair of us.   Oh, fuck fidelity!  Go for the gusto!  Maji, Delmar and I worked our way into a trio as Dildar, Hassan and Amigo did the same.  I felt a tongue lapping at my back door which made my front get harder, if that were possible.  Maji was working on my nipples with his fingers while my throat was being invaded by his minaret, and I was being called to worship. 

The experienced tongue at my back was working its way inside and I was responding to the intrusion.  Then I felt something else intruding its way through the responding entrance.  It may or may not have been a Lucky Strike, but I was lucky to have it strike the center and keep sliding inward.  Delmar was lying on my back, humping like a wild animal in heat.  Maji leaned forward over me to meet Delmar’s hot mouth with his own.  Our driver began stroking my cock, matching his rhythm in my ass.  His cock would rub my hot spot on his down stroke and avoid it on his trip back, making my sensations erratic and somewhat unexpected.  Maji reached out to Delmar’s chest, tweaking the waiting pierced nipples while Delmar used one hand to tweak Maji’s nipple.  

What seemed like an eternity, and yet was over too soon, Maji’s balls signaled he couldn’t wait any longer and shot load after load down my throat.  Although my prostate wanted more, I reached the point of no return, losing control of my staying power and released a massive amount of my own baby makers on the bed.  I collapsed on top of a sticky glob of gunk, pulling off Delmar’s cock as he unloaded on my back.  Dildar, Hassan and Amigo were busy pulling their puds, and aimed straight toward us as they added their ammunition to our supply.  Maji and I were face to face.  He reached over to give me a kiss, and I let him taste his own contribution to the supply. 

As we recuperated, Hassan and I were holding each other closely, while Maji and Dildar were embracing tenderly, and Delmar was cuddled into his amigo, with the bigger man holding him firmly.  It was when I felt the bed shaking, that I noticed Amigo, still on his side, impaling Delmar vigorously.  Dildar looked like he was ready to go again.  Hassan nodded to him, and Dildar turned over toward the other couple.  They moved closer, Hassan behind Dildar, and Dildar aimed for Amigo’s backside.  As Amigo moved back, he impaled himself on Dildar’s cock, and the young Arab slid closer to the hunky Argentinian.  Hassan joined the group by sliding closer to his lover.  Maji and I just watched in amazement at the stamina of the four young men.  {And, no, we are not that old!} 

Amigo wrapped his arm around Delmar, first pinching and rubbing his nipple, then reaching down to manipulate his hard cock.  Dildar rubbed his hand over Amigo’s chest and up and down his side, occasionally rubbing the hardened nipple with various degrees of pressure.  Hassan did the same for Dildar as his impressive cock hid then showed itself sliding in and out of the younger Arab’s most personal orifice.  Dildar was the first to become rigid with pre-orgasmic ecstasy, meaning that Amigo was continuing the momentum on Dildar’s manhood, forcing more pressure on his young penetrator.  As Dildar unloaded inside the muscle stud, Amigo was turned on to release inside his friend, which triggered Delmar’s own ejaculation.  With three orgasms exploding next to him, Hassan couldn’t hold his back any longer, slamming into his lifelong friend with his release.

We all just lay there in orgasmic euphoria, waiting for our pulse to regain normalcy.  Maji and I were the first to get off the bed and head for the showers.  There were several men showering, showing various stages of erection when we walked in.  They all looked at us as we took available showers.  One reached over and took my own semi-erect cock in his soapy hand, lathering it generously.  I looked over at Maji who was across the room and a man was on his knees, sucking him, the shower water pouring on both.  They must have been waiting for ‘fresh meat,’ because when I was all soaped up and erect, the guy in front of me turned around and bracing himself against the shower wall, bent over guiding my bare cock up his ass.  I looked at Maji again and he just smiled.  So, I turned back to my intended target, and plowed the fresh field.  It took some time before I was ready for release, but then pulled out, shooting on his back.  He shot off on the shower room floor, then turned around and kissed me on the lips.  I refused his tongue attempt.  Maji was holding onto his partner’s head as he filled his mouth and throat with a massive volume of semen.  When he released the stranger’s head, he gave me a big smile and a double “thumbs up!”

Looking toward the doorway, we saw the other four guys just coming into the shower room with big grins on their faces.  They must have seen the show’s climax.  We all showered, chatting about the evening.  Back in the room, Amigo gave us all big hugs and kisses, and thanked us for an enjoyable evening.  We replied that he had made our day.  After dressing, Delmar took us back to the hotel about two a.m. and said he would see us at nine.

We had a 10:00 a.m. scheduled tour of the Burbank Studios, which used to be Warner Brothers and The Disney Studios, but were later merged.  A friend from my teen years, but several years older than me, had worked at Warner’s in the mid-1950s as a tour guide, when it was an hour walk around the lot, he said.  Now they have a tram that takes visitors around.  That afternoon, the five of us went down to Knott’s Berry Farm for the tour and dinner of bison steak.  We all enjoyed a change of pace from the gay stimulus we had enjoyed all week, so far.

To be continued... 

Posted: 11/16/18