Mark Decides to Host A Party

The hum of the dishwasher filled the otherwise silent kitchen, a low, mechanical purr that underscored Cody's irritation. He stood by the counter, folding a T-shirt that didn't belong to him. The cotton was warm, fresh from the dryer, and smelled faintly of Mark's cologne--too citrusy, too smug. Cody pressed a crease down the middle of the shirt with his knuckles, then stacked it neatly on top of a growing pile.

Pale pink shorts skimmed his knees, and the hem of a tucked-in band T-shirt hugged his lean, muscular frame. He didn't look like a househusband. He looked like someone who had lost a bet and was now nursing the grudge like a cheap wine--bitter, but intoxicating in its own way.

The front door opened with a soft click, followed by the familiar rattle of keys and the sound of worn sneakers on hardwood. Cody didn't need to look up to know it was Josh. He could feel him--his presence, his energy--filling the room in that easy way he always did. Even now, with everything between them cracked and fragile, Josh still had that casual charisma Cody had once fallen headlong into.

"Hey," Josh called, cheerful in that careful, curated way that suggested he already sensed something was off.

Cody finished folding the shirt, aligning the seams with precision, before picking up a pair of baggy, oversized jeans. "Hi," he said. His voice was flat, even colder than he intended.

Josh was already halfway across the room, unshouldering his bag and setting it on the counter. He looked good--he always did, damn him. But not as good as Mark. When their new neighbor came into their lives suddenly, the seven-year-long married couple became acutely aware of how the other fell short. The green polo with pink trim clung to his chest, his bleached blonde hair tousled by the wind. He had that slight sheen of sweat on his brow, the kind that made him look freshly alive. Tanned skin, brown eyes, light stubble. D

"Mark's stuff?" Josh asked, gesturing to the laundry with a faint, tired smile.

"Laundry, dishes," Cody said, his tone dry as dust. "Did you pay to have his lawn mowed yet? He was asking before he headed to work earlier."

"I did when I got to the office." Josh chuckled under his breath, but the sound died quickly, like a match trying to strike in the rain. His eyes scanned the room, then landed on Cody again, lingering, maybe hoping for warmth. There was none. What had happened? Well, he knew what had happened but...

"I picked up a few more hours," Josh said after a beat, loosening his collar. "One of the senior designers is on maternity leave, so..."

Cody's jaw clenched.

"More hours," he repeated, as if testing the weight of the phrase. "You're hardly here as it is."

Josh looked at him then, really looked. Not as a husband, not even as a partner in some shared domestic punishment--but as a man standing at the edge of something they couldn't quite name.

They weren't wearing their rings. They hadn't for a while now.

The silence between them wasn't explosive. It was worse. It was practiced.

Josh leaned back against the counter, arms folded across his chest, his voice lower now, more measured.

"I mean... with you going part-time at the shop, I had to make up the difference somewhere."

Cody didn't answer right away. He just stood there, arms loose at his sides, his expression unreadable but undeniably tight around the eyes. The overhead light caught in the blue of his gaze, making it look sharper than it felt.

"I know," he said finally, exhaling slowly. "I know you're right, but there's no way I could keep up with Mark's laundry, and dishes, and cleaning his home and all of our household work..."

"I know." Josh interrupted him. He knew the agreement they had made with the man. Neither was aware of how dirty one straight man could be.

He rubbed the back of his neck, fingers working into a knot that had been growing there for days. Maybe weeks.

"It's just..." he paused, words catching somewhere behind his teeth. "I need help, Josh. Around here. I mean--look at this place." He gestured vaguely to the laundry pile, the gleaming dishes in the rack, the spotless counters. "It's like I've become our full-time maid."

Josh ran a hand through his hair, his stubble scratching audibly as he sighed. "I think that's sort of the point."

"I'm just tired." Cody said, more sharply than he meant to. "Mark's got us doing his chores for the rest of..." His voice trailed off. He didn't know how long. Was there even a time limit? There it was--just the edge of it. The crack beneath the surface. Cody looked down at the countertop, his voice dropping.

"I miss us, you know? I miss..." A pause. Did he? Was that even an honest statement? He hadn't slept with Josh since Mark had invaded their lives weeks ago. He just wasn't interested, and he assumed Josh felt the same. His husband didn't exactly make a move.

Josh's face softened, and for a moment, he didn't look like the polished professional who designed other people's dream homes. He just looked like a guy who didn't know how to fix the one he lived in.

"I didn't realize you felt that alone in it," he said quietly, "I thought we were happy with the decision we made."

"I am!" Cody almost shouted, folding the last of Mark's socks with a tired flick of the wrist, "I love being able to see Mark every day, cleaning his clothes, making his dinner, picking up after him, it all somehow feels fulfilling, it's just... it can be a lot."

The silence returned, not angry this time, just heavy. Familiar.

Josh took a small step forward, his voice tentative. "I get it. I'm a little hurt I don't get to see him as much since I have been financially assisting. At least you get to see him... smell him... taste..." Josh's voice trailed off. There was a silence as their eyes met. "When was the last time you..." He didn't need to finish his words.

"Three days ago, he face fucked me in the kitchen," Cody said with an almost innocent smile. It was still a little strange talking to his partner of seven years about pleasing their straight neighbor.

"Lucky!" Josh couldn't help but copy his smile, "I'm sure that tasted amazing!"

"Well..." bobbed his head back and forth, "He had just gotten back from fucking some girl he met at a bar so... it was... something."

"Oh..." Josh's smile turned to a look of disgust. The pair were gold-star gays, neither had ever been with a women and yet via Mark they have interacted with vaginas more than they had liked. There was another moment of silence. "I was able to eat his ass last night... when..." Josh stopped when he watched Cody's eyebrow raise.

"Oh," The man crossed his arms, "Is that why you didn't make it to the dinner with my parents?" Cody asked, but Josh didn't answer. He couldn't exactly blame him. He would have given up a free dinner with his family to eat Mark's ass as well.

Their conversation was cut short when the front door burst open without so much as a knock--because, of course, Mark never knocked.

"Evening, faggots!" he called, voice booming like he owned the place. The air shifted with his arrival, charged with the unmistakable weight of ego and expensive cologne.

He strode into the living room like it was a stage, already peeling off his fitted gray suit jacket. His thick forearms flexed as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the intricate ink that wrapped down the length of his right arm--bold, black tattoos that contrasted with his skin, a few shades darker than Josh's golden tan. His hazel eyes sparkled, not with kindness, but with the kind of gleeful arrogance that made Cody's stomach clench and dick tickle.

Mark flung his jacket over the back of the couch, where it landed half-on, half-off like a shrugged-off afterthought. He stretched, cracking his knuckles with a smirk before turning toward the kitchen.

"Well, well, well," he said, surveying the counter with theatrical flair. "Looks like my loyal houseboys are hard at work!"

Cody stiffened. Josh visibly exhaled. Almost immediately the pair felt their penis begin to respond to the man's masculine energy.

"I mean, damn, Cody," Mark went on, stepping closer, his thick thighs straining against tailored slacks. "You even ironed my shirts? Someone's trying to get some extra dick! Still; not getting any at home, I take it!"

Josh opened his mouth, then thought better of it. Cody just gave Mark a flat look, saying nothing.

Mark grinned wider, plucking a folded T-shirt off the top of the pile and holding it up like it was a prize. "Not bad. Not bad at all. You know, I could take these back to my place now," he added, already scooping up the neatly folded stack. "Just because I'm so generous!"

Cody muttered. "A real humanitarian."

Mark winked at him. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Josh stepped forward, his voice strained but polite. "We were just finishing up."

"Good," Mark said breezily. "Because I'm dying to have someone tackle my socks next. Been meaning to reorganize my drawer by color and thickness. You queers wouldn't mind, right?"

The words hung in the air like smoke--dense, lingering, impossible to ignore. Cody's jaw flexed. Josh's hands went to his hips, pulling his pants slightly forward to hide his growing erection.

Mark was already walking toward the door again, clothes in hand, like a man satisfied with the chaos he'd caused. He paused and looked back.

"Oh--almost forgot," he said, snapping his fingers. "I'm thinking of having some guys over Friday night to watch the game. Should be a good crowd. You two'll help out, yeah? Snacks, drinks, general manservant energy."

Cody blinked at him. "You want us to work your party?"

"As if you guys don't love ogling fine men?" Mark said, beaming. "You folded my underwear today. Let's not pretend there's a line anymore!"

There was a long beat before either of them spoke.

"Fine," Cody muttered, "What time?"

Mark lit up like he'd just won again. "Knew I could count on you. See? We're bonding just like straight and gay men should! The guy's will arrive at 8 but I expect you two to be ready by... however long to takes to make the food, drinks, and all that bullshit."

"You want us to do the whole thing?" Josh interjected.

"You can do it, or pay someone else to do all that. I don't care but I expect you both to be there to help liven up the room like you faggots are so good at." And with that, he turned on his heel and strode out the door, the stack of laundry in his arms and a bounce in his smug, self-satisfied step.

Opening the door, he looked at the front of the house, "Oh, and thank you for removing that rainbow flag nonsense, it was really trashing up the quality of the neighborhood." The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the moment with a final exclamation point.

Silence returned, as it always did after Mark left. Only now it felt heavier, somehow.

Cody could still hear Mark's voice in his head--loud, smug, and maddeningly pleased with himself. Game night. His thoughts turned reluctantly toward Friday. Finger foods, maybe? Sliders, wings, that buffalo dip everyone loses their minds over. He could do it in his sleep, but the idea of prepping a spread for Mark's crew made his shoulders tense all over again. He pictured them: loud, probably cocky, full of beer and unsolicited opinions about sports and grilling.

Still... he admitted to himself, half-smiling, half-shrugging--some of Mark's friends were probably hot. The thought wasn't exactly noble, but it was real.

Josh opened his eyes and looked toward the kitchen, where Cody was now leaning on the counter, arms crossed, staring into nothing. He looked tired--but he couldn't help but notice the tented outline of Cody's barely concealed dick.

His brain was already spinning in quiet panic, trying to figure out how he was going to get Friday off. They were short-staffed at the firm, and he still had two client presentations to prepare by Monday. He'd have to shuffle meetings or take work home--again.

But even as the stress curled in his chest, there was a part of him--some buried, half-starved part--that didn't hate the idea of being around people. And hell... some of those guys were stupidly good-looking. He wasn't dead.

They didn't speak, but something passed between them anyway. If anything, they both could appreciate a night checking out the guys.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By Friday evening, the sun had slipped low behind the rooftop, casting a honey-colored glow across Mark's aggressively modern kitchen. The granite counters gleamed, the stainless-steel appliances hummed quietly, and Cody stood at the center of it all like he owned the place, which her certainly did not and Mark would make it very understood.

He couldn't count how many times the man 'accidentally' spilled his beer for Cody to clean up or left condiments strewn across the counter for him to put away.

And he did. Everytime. Just for the occasional taste of the grade-A alpha cock. Which didn't happen nearly enough. His mind slipped from the sandwiches, imagining Mark's massive rod. It was a solid ten inches, rock hard and imaginably thick. He would give anything to have that dick fill his ass but he had yet to be given then honor if he ever would be. His attention was brought back to the kitchen when Josh's knife collided with the surface of the cutting board.

Cody was slicing a tomato with surgical precision, arranging sandwich fixings in rows that were borderline obsessive. A serving tray had already been styled with tiny ramekins of aioli and neatly fanned out pickles. Beside him, Josh was less invested in aesthetics, slapping turkey and cheese between slices of ciabatta like someone racing a clock on a cooking show.

"I'm just saying," Cody said, reaching for the lettuce, "if you layer the tomato directly on the bread, it soaks through. You need a buffer."

Josh raised an eyebrow. "They're sandwiches, not structural engineering projects."

Cody gave him a look. "That attitude is why your tea sandwiches always fell apart," Cody said with a hiss. He had always been the homier one. His background in event design offered him to learn all he could about event management and catering services.

"Once. That happened once." Josh grinned, bumping Cody's hip gently with his own. "And we both know everyone came for your mini quiches anyway."

That made Cody smirk, even as he rolled his eyes. "Damn right they did."

For a moment, it was easy. They worked in sync--passing, slicing, stacking. Familiar motions. A familiar warmth. Cody set down the knife and looked around the kitchen, eyes lingering on the spread they'd built together. It reminded him of the nights they used to host dinner parties--wine on the sideboard, records spinning in the background, the two of them playfully arguing over plating while friends filled their old apartment with laughter and half-remembered anecdotes.

"We used to be good at this," Cody said softly, more to the counter than to Josh. "Parties. Hosting. Life."

Josh didn't answer right away. He was arranging sandwiches now, more carefully, like he'd picked up Cody's rhythm. "We could do it again. If you want."

"How? Could you imagine?" Cody's expression was unreadable, but his fingers slowed their movement, "Cody, Josh, what happened toy our wedding rings? Oh, we pawned them to help pay for a straight man's new 85" flat screen."

Josh couldn't help but chuckle. The pair had tossed their rings in the trash after Mark had made a mockery of their marriage. And he was right. It was a few days later the man announced he was looking to get a new TV when his broke in the move. The pair rushed to dig their rings out of the trash and pawn them off. Of course the rings didn't cover the television completely... Josh was still working to pay the thing off.

"How would our friends understand we... did whatever this is..." Cody gestured to them both, "Just to serve this... albeit incredible man."

"Maybe if they saw how amazing his cock is." Josh shrugged.

Cody just rolled his eyes. They never took the time to think about the practical implications of how worshiping their straight neighbor would look. And somehow neither of them cared. They tried their best to keep their life together as best they could while making Mark as happy as possible, and if they were lucky, they'd get the opportunity to... Cody's swallowed his saliva.

The front door opened, and in came Mark, seeming to flow in like the autumn wind, kicking up the leaves outside. He wore a white tank top, sloppy over some worn-out jeans. Immediately, his thick cologne overtook the massive living room.

Making his way across the space, he grabbed one of the sandwiches and shoved it in his mouth.

Even the way the man chewed ignited a spark inside Josh. He let out a soft sigh; he hoped the man or Cody didn't hear.

"Mmm," he said, holding half a sandwich in one hand and a paper bag in the other. "Turkey pesto? Damn, boys! This is what you get when you hire professional queers!"

Cody stiffened. "You didn't hire us."

Mark winked, strutting across the kitchen with his usual swagger, his what shirt rolled at the elbows, tattoos peeking out like a warning label. "Semantics. You're getting paid." He said carefully gliding his hand to his crotch and giving the bulge a nice squeeze, "Can't resist this hetero dick, can you!"

The pair remained silent.

He dropped the paper bag onto the island with a smug flourish, then leaned against the counter like he was settling into a lounge chair.

"Guys'll be here in, like, forty minutes," he added, mouth still half-full. "Should be a good crowd. Real bros. Loud, fun, very opinionated. Not the limp-wristed crew I'm sure you're used to. I told 'em you two were helping out. They're excited for the game."

Josh and Cody exchanged a glance, already bracing themselves.

Then Mark clapped his hands once, eyes gleaming. "Oh! Almost forgot. Got you something." He gestured his head to the bag on the table. The couple didn't budge so he reached into the bag with the theatricality of a magician about to reveal a rabbit--only what emerged was worse.

Two bundles of black and white fabric hit the counter with a soft, ominous swish.

Cody frowned. "What the hell is that?"

Mark beamed. "Uniforms."

Josh picked one up cautiously, letting the ruffled skirt and lacy apron unfold in his hands. "Is this a joke?"

"Nope," Mark said brightly. "Full French maid fantasy. You're hosting. You're faggots. You should look the part."

Cody's face went red--more with disbelief than embarrassment. "Absolutely not. It's one thing that we... that we help you out in private but..."

"Not happening," Josh added, crossing his arms.

Mark only chuckled. "You sure about that? 'Cause the terms of our agreement said--and I quote--'whatever chores I want, however I want them if you want this fat hog'" His chuckled turned into a full laugh, "But by all means if you want to go back to your faggy life across the street and suck each other's fruity dicks till you die go right ahead."

Josh muttered something under his breath. Cody's jaw clenched. The pair finally looked at each other.

They both knew what the other was thinking. Cody was not about to stick Josh's overused clit dick anywhere in his body. He hadn't had a cock as good as Mark's in... well... ever. He'd only ever been with other fags like himself and this... THIS was a whole other experience.

Josh felt the same way. He was a certified top. He'd never bottomed for anyone, including Cody. And while he got around a lot before their marriage like all gay men had he had never tasted a dick like Mark's! And strangely he even found myself wanting... hoping the man might... be willing to fuck his hole the same way he had so many others.

"C'mon," Mark goaded. "I can't keep this all to myself? Its only a matter of time before everyone learns how pathetic your fag marriage was."

Neither man moved. The air went tight.

"You really gonna back out now?" Mark added, voice lowering just enough to turn the screw. His hand rubbed the massive bulge in his jeans. The two men couldn't help but stare. Each of them hoping he'd unzip the fly and let the incredible dick loose. "So..."

It was petty. It was humiliating. It was Mark.

Cody snatched his costume off the counter and stormed out toward the guest room to change, his shoulders as stiff as his dick.

Josh hesitated a second longer before he Josh after Cody, uniform in hand.

And Mark, still chewing, helped himself to another sandwich.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The living room buzzed with the low roar of televised football, punctuated by the occasional whoop or curse from one of the four guys sprawled around Mark's oversized sectional. The 98-inch screen dominated the wall, its glow casting flickers of green and white across half-empty beer bottles, chip bowls, and muddy sneakers kicked off with zero ceremony.

Josh stepped in, balancing a tray of sandwiches he'd restacked for the third time. The lace trim of the maid costume fluttered slightly with each step, the frilled skirt brushing uncomfortably against the backs of his thighs. He tried to keep his face neutral, eyes fixed somewhere above the room's judgment.

The costumes were intentionally humiliating--tight black bodices trimmed with white lace, short skirts that barely reached mid-thigh, flaring out in flouncy ruffles with every step. The backs were completely bare, held up only by thin crisscrossed straps that tied at the lower back. Sleeveless and snug, the tops clung to the chest, while the tiny white aprons and frilled hemlines added a mockery of innocence to an otherwise degrading outfit.

It wasn't that he hadn't worn slutty attire but it had never been in a room of heterosexual men who's judging stared and humiliating laughs seemed to permeate the air.

"Snack service!" one of the guys, Matthew, called out, raising his beer in salute. "Hey, fag, you forgot your feather duster!"

Laughter broke out. Another one smirked, not even glancing away from the screen. "Damn, Mark, you got yourself housewives and a win!"

Josh set the tray down on the coffee table without a word, his jaw tight. He stood for a beat too long, straightening the edges, resetting the dipping sauces as if the room weren't full of half-drunk strangers grinning at him like he was the punchline to a joke.

Mark leaned back in the leather recliner, beer in hand, legs wide. "Hey, cockbreath," he called over his shoulder toward Cody in the kitchen prepping more food, "how 'bout a refill? Same mix as earlier."

In the kitchen, Cody froze for a moment. His dick had been hard the entire time the men had been there but he hadn't left the kitchen but for more than a moment. He was mid-pour, trying to stack empty cans into the recycling bin with some semblance of dignity. His hands tightened on the shaker.

He met Josh's eyes across the room--a glance sharp with shared annoyance and resignation. Cody didn't even bother to answer Mark. He just turned back to the liquor and grabbed the vodka.

Josh gave the sandwich tray one last adjustment, then moved toward the kitchen without being asked. Cody was already twisting the cap back on when he arrived, not saying anything until he handed the drink over with a practiced flick of the wrist.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, momentarily shielded behind the kitchen counter, their frilly aprons a cruel mockery of domestic bliss.

Cody muttered, "Is his dick really worth all this?"

Josh didn't respond.

They both knew the answer.

They handed off the drink and returned to their thankless hosting duties, the laughter from the living room echoing behind them.

It was humiliating, exhausting--and weirdly, in a way neither of them would admit out loud, it was also so rewarding serving these men. It was nothing like the uptight dinners they used to have with their theatre group or community garden friends. The enjoyable conversation and social activist planning were pleasantly replaced with another act of service they both were drawn to.

"Yo, Mark," Trevor, one of the guys on the couch, called out between plays, his voice half-lost beneath the roar of the crowd on TV. "Serious question, man. How the hell did you get these two queers whipped like this?"

The group laughed--low and rowdy. One of them raised his beer as if in admiration, the other nudged Josh with a smug grin as he walked by. "You guys do yard work too, or just serve snacks in drag?"

Josh didn't answer. He just kept walking.

Mark, meanwhile, stretched with the satisfaction of a man who owned the house, the night, and apparently, the people in it. He sipped his beer with theatrical ease before finally speaking.

"They actually do lawns!" he said, with a tone that made it sound like a punchline, "Well, they pay for it anyway. The pair act like they're too busy to do anything else! Basiclaly I made them realize their fag marriage was a joke."

"What?" one of the men echoed.

"Yup." Mark leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "When I moved in hey invited me over for dinner trying to convince me of some fag equality bullshit and I told them they'd end their marriage just to lick the sweat off my nutsack."

The room exploded into laughter.

"No fucking way!" Trevor shouted.

"It's the God honest truth! Isn't that right, queers?" Mark looked between the two men.

Cody walked in at that exact moment, holding Mark's freshly made drink in one hand, the tray still tucked under his arm. His face didn't change, not even when the laughter hit its peak and someone let out a low whistle of disbelief.

The couple met each other's look. They couldn't lie.

"I got on my knees and sucked him immediately," Cody stated as he handed Mark his drink.

The room's laughter and howling seemed to match the screaming of the winning team coming from the massive screen.

"No way," one guy said, practically wheezing. He looked to Josh with a devilish grin, "Hey faggot, get on the ground, I need a footrest."

Josh looked to Cody, who remained silent, standing on the sidelines, trying his best to cover his growing erection behind the tray. Instead, he looked to Mark, the man of the house.

"You heard him." The short-haired man said. Taking a swig of his knee drink, he flicked his finger at his friend, Kyl, e across the way.

Josh moved over to Kyle, who sat on the far end of the room. Taking a deep breath, he lowered himself to his knees. He hesitated there for a moment. He knew the moment he bent forward the filled skirt would no longer be covering him. Closing his eyes, he ben, t placing both her hands on the ground. Just as he fell into place, he felt Kyle's feet slam against his back.

The room cackled.

One of the men pointed to the clear and prominent black bulge crushed between Josh's thighs as he bent his head in shame.

Even Cody couldn't help but chuckle at his husband's humiliation. He looked absolutely ridiculous. This is why their marriage was coming to an end. There was no way he could see Josh the same way again. Not after Mark had exposed the farce their marriage was. The pair was so far from being real men.

Someone yelled on the field, pulling Cody back to reality.

"I can't believe these fuck twats hang on your every word!" Trevor shook his head, "I knew faggots were pathetic but God damn."

"They really are." Mark agreed, "Watch." With a wave of his hand and a snap of his fingers, Cody moved in front of him and lowered to his knees, the skirt of the costume catching on his legs hairs as he kneeled exposing his tight round ass in the silky blue fabric, "how much do you love this dick, faggot?"

"I love it so much, sir." Cody answered.

"More than your faggoty ass husband?"

"Yes, sir! Way more!" Cody could smell the musk of Mark's cock even through the fabric of his jeans and from a few feet away. He was well-trained already.

The room howled.

Cody watched in excitement as Mark reached for his zipper. Every hair on his body was standing on end. It seemed like miles watching the small piece of metal make its way down the golden track, exposing the blue tartan pattern beneath.

From across the room, Josh watched in jealousy, still trapped under the stranger's massive size 13 shoes.

Mark reached inside his pants past his boxers, grabbing the massive piece of meat hidden away inside, and pulled it out.

It took Cody all he had not to dive into the flaccid dick. He learned the hard way that Mark didn't like him fagging out of his man meat without his approval first. That was the day Josh saw his husband come home with a black eye.

"Nice dick, man!" Trevor called out, raising his beer in the air.

The man didn't respond, his eyes and attention was locked on the faggot beneath him.

"Suck it," Mark said. "Suck it, faggot."

Cody's tongue instinctively reached out and ran around his large mushroom head, taking in the incredible taste. His eyes rolling back in his head, he pushed his lips over the stiffening member. He was delicious: slightly salty, slightly musky. His cock felt so good in Cody's mouth.

Mark pushed his head forward a little, then drew it back.

Cody reached up with one hand and began to work the shaft of the straight man's cock.

The room laughed allowed.

Cody was so turned on, he didn't care.

A different sort of energy fell over the room as the sporting event seemed to fall into the background. One of the men looked down at Josh still situation on all fours, then looked to Kyle holding him down. Locking eyes. Kyle removed his feet from the gay man's back and shoved him to the floor.

Two of the other men slipped their pants down as they watched Cody give a blow job to their incredible host. Josh watched as in an almost rhythmic fashion each of the men tugged at their underwear and each pulled out cocks of magnificent sizes.

Each of the men had cocks almost the same size in length. One man was almost completely shaved. He sported a long, veiny cut cock. The other guest had a full thatch of dark pubes, and a huge cock that easily stretched to 9 inches above a set of the most amazing low-hanging balls Josh had ever seen.

"Get up queer!" Kyle kicked at the man.

Josh looked back at the man whose feet had found their home on his back. Much to his shocked the man was now swinging a massive uncut cock in his hand. Two beautiful nuts rested on the fabric of his shorts.

"Fuck..." Josh muttered as he moved in closer. He looked up to Kyle, waiting for it to be some sort of sick game, but the man didn't pull back.

Slowly Josh leaned forward taking the soft dick into his mouth. Immediately, he was overcome with the smell of the uncleaned pubes. It was so strong he almost pulled back, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

He worked his lips over the services of the cock gliding the foreskin back as he sucked the member into his throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched as the two men on the couch made their way to either side of him.

They stood stroking their cocks slowly as Josh sucked their buddy off.

Josh bobbed up and down as Kyle's dick hardened and began taking over his mouth.

A few feet away Cody was buried on Mark's pubes, the cock in his mouth threatening the back of his throat causing his to gag and wheeze.

Even through his obscure vision, he could see two of the guests, Matthew and some other guy make their way up beside Mark's chair.

One of the man ha completely removed his pants and underwear his dick swinging unashamed in the air.

Matthew held his 8 incher in his left hand, stroking it hard.

Mark began to pump his hips slowly at first, but as was typical began to throat fuck Cody's mouth. The gay man took the dick like a champ even if Mark's firm grip on the back of his head kept him attached. His thrusts became harder and harder, faster and faster, more brutal, his balls slapping against Cody's chin

"Fuck, God damn faggot!" mark called out as he practically raised off his seat shoving his cock as far down the man's throat as he could.

Josh could here his partner of seven years choking on the man's massive rod but he too was gagging now, gagging as Kyle's cock had reached its full size, much thicker than it had begun. The massive ram rod was hitting he back of his throat, occasionally felt as if it would rip through his windpipe.

"I never thought having queer neighbors would be such a fun thing!" One of the men called out, and the room cheered.

"Use your hands on those cocks beside you, dick breath!" Mark hissed at Cody.

The gay man seemed to flail and he reached up trying to find the cocks of the two men standing on either side of him.

"Fuck yeah! Stroke them while you get your face fucked."

Cody grasped the two-rock hard cock, already slick with precum. He began to stroked the dicks as Mark jabbed his cock further and further into his throat. The gay man was in sexual ecstasy, loving every moment of this.

Josh felt Kyle grab his hair and pull him off his cock. The three men standing on his side of the room laughed as he tried to drop back down on the throbbing member. His face was covered in precum and spit, creating a disgusting landscape over his scruffy beard.

'Hungry bitch boy, aren't you!"

"Yes, they are!" mark called out over the raging television, "They've been stuck with each other's sissy clits for seven years. They're starving for real dick!"

"Seven fucking years!" One of the men laughed.

"I got something he can eat!" The man to Josh's right spoke.

Josh felt Kyle shove his head towards the uncut cock of the man at his left. With no time at all to process the idea, Josh's mouth was overcome with another dick.

The man's cock plunged into Josh's mouth like it had been there a thousand times before. It tasted different than the first, fresher, but just as delicious. He began working his lips up and down the man's much thinner but just as long shaft.

The man let out a groan as he shoved deeper in, causing Josh to almost puke. The three men laughed at the queer man's humiliation.

"Fuck, I'm getting close already!" the man moaned. Before he could enjoy himself any further, Josh was ripped from his dick and another cock was immediately crammed down his throat.

"Hey, that was my fuck!" The first man yelled.

"You have to share men!" Mark laughed.

"Speaking of sharing!" Matthew coughed.

Mark looked up to his friend. He didn't want Cody's warm mouth off his dick, but he knew he needed to be a good host.

"Faggot, suck his dick!" Mark pulled Cody off his raging cock.

The man gagged and gasped, trying to catch his breath as the cold room's air slapped the back of his throat, causing his wheezing to worsen.

Matthew didn't wait for him to pull himself together and instead guided his head to his beautiful huge prick waiting for the queer's open throat. Cody opened his mouth and gulped the man in, in one swift move. He could hear the man gasp quietly as his cock went halfway into Cody's mouth, hitting the back of his throat.

"Open your fucking throat. Take that big cock down your neck!" Matthew bellowed. He was no match for the 98" screen.

With no mercy, he took Cody's head in his hand and began pounding the man's skull.

Cody flailed around on the massive cock as it bombarded the back of his throat. Trying his best to breath through his nose he let his throat rest as much as possible creating a used pussy for the enthusiastic man.

Josh tried, he relaxed my throat as the new man's dick found its home there. In the midst of trying to accommodate the massive rod, Kyle had stood up and placed his nuts on his forehead and began laughing.

As the gay man tried his best to eat the massive dick and manage the small of the massive ball sack on his face he could feel the hairy man he was sucking earlier step closer to him.

Josh could feel the dick slip past the back of his tongue and down into what felt like his stomach.

Without warning, his head was pushed back, and the hairy man from earlier replaced him. The hairy guest pulled back slightly, then pushed forward again, his over-sized cock head slipping deeper down Josh's throat.

He gagged and choked. Every time his throat convulsed, the taller man moaned. He seemed to love the man's throat contracting around his stiff meat. He continued to shove it in even deeper and forcing Josh's nose into his pubes. They smelled so good: musk and soap and jock pheromones. Fuck! Cody smelled nothing like this!

Cody sucked Matthew beautiful cock for what must have been five minutes. As he did he managed to look around at the other men, who were jacking off and watching. Mark and the hairless boy stepped closer to him and suddenly in front of my face all three cocks were pushed together, their dick heads rubbing against his sides of his face.

He couldn't believe the beautiful cock buffet in front of him! Josh's pathetic clit dick could never compare to these straight cocks!

The hairless boy grabbed Cody by the hair and looked at Matthew. The man getting his knob chocked on wordlessly let Cody go.

The gay man ran his tongue across the heads of all the cocks as the hairless dick found its way in. They all tasted delicious, of sweat and musk and pre-cum!

Kyle's voice came from behind Cody this time. "Take them all in your mouth at the same time, bitch!"

"Suck those three fucking cocks, all together!" Someone else called out.

Cody looked up at the hairless man and at Mark.

"Well?" Mark said in his annoyed tone.

Cody pulled off the man's dick than leaned forward again, opening his mouth as wide as he possibly could. As he did, all three boys took a slight lunge forward. Cody's mouth was suddenly filled with three beautiful, big, sloppy cock heads. He could barely fit them all in at once, so he began using his tongue to slather them all with his saliva.

Josh wanted to badly to see his husband stretched on those massive pricks, but his own mouth was far to busy.

His hands free, he reached around to play with the boys' beautiful asses. The hairless boy's ass was, of course, hairless but very muscular. Before he could explore further, the pan slapped his hand back.

"Don't touch my ass! I'm not a faggot like you!"

Mark laughed as he tried to thrust a bit into the man's stretched lips, "You haven't had you ass ate by one of these bitches! You'll have to try it sometime!"

"Fuck!" The man buried in Josh's throat called out "I'm fucking ready!"

"Jason's always the first to blow!" one of the straight men said with a friendly laugh. The other two guys began slapping Josh's face with their dick heads. The hair man was furiously thrusting his cock in Josh's mouth, using his head as a fleshlight than an actual person.

"I'm cumming! Faggot!!" And with that his long uncut cock shot its first wad into Josh's mouth. His throat seemed to expand to make room for the pulsing dick. Much to his shock he felt a rope of cum flash across his face. Trying to look to his right he saw, Kyle's dick releasing his seed over his used-up face. The semen landed across my face, hitting my forehead and nose, the second splat landing along his worn-out lips. A final spurt of cum found its mark squarely across his eyes.

The mix of semen on his face and in his throat was intoxicating and overwhelming. It reeked of bleach and was metallic, slightly salty. It was delicious! Not the watery fag spunk he was used to.

"Hold up, faggot," The man gripped Josh's head on his softening dick, "I need to take a piss."

The entire room watched in shock as the guest let out a soft moan and leaned his head back. Josh's eyes expanded in horror as his cheeks began to expand, the salty musk filling his mouth. Having no choice, the man began swallowing and swallowing, trying his best to keep up with the urine filling his mouth.

"Chug it, Chug it!" All the men in the room began to cheer Josh on.

Cody still suckling on the three cocks in his mouth found himself strangely jealous of his partner. He wanted that sort of attention from these men! Gays were known for attention seeking, and he was no different.

Gulp after gulp the Josh tried to keep up but small stickled of piss ran down his cheeks.

It seemed like an eternity before the straight man's stream finally subsided. With a few final thrusts into his throat the man let Josh back off his dick.

He coughed and gagged, desperate for air. The coolness of the room filled his nostrils and throat, causing an almost tingling pain.

"You're not done yet, faggo!" The third man drug Josh back up. "Lick my fucking nads," he ordered.

Josh took the man's beautiful low-hanging into my mouth, first the right one, which hung slightly lower, then the left. While the man wasn't very hairy, his nuts were, and he loved the taste of them! Cody was damn near hairless down there and he missed what it was like sucking on a nice hairy, veiny man cock!

The balls were quite large but, having just sucked all these dicks he could easily fit both into my mouth at the same time.

Matthew clearly loved what Josh was doing to his friend's balls. Pulling his dick free of Cody's face fuck he began rubbing his nuts all over the man's face as if marking him.

"Jesus Christ, Matthew!" The man to Mark's right called out. With a few thrusts, he began to release his seed into Cody's mouth.

Mark instructively removed his dick so his friend could take control.

And take control he did. Instinctively he began to throat fuck the man at his feet.

Cody choked on the massive tool slamming against the back of his throat.

His cum was thicker than what Cody was accustomed to with Josh, thicker but there was also much more of it! He could feel the thick cream pooling in the corners of his mouth, slowly running down his throat.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Matthew called out watching his friend throat fuck his cum into the faggot.

The cock above Josh's head was being jerked off, as the queer greedily sucked the man's hairy ball. The man began to cum over his head like a fountain. He squirted high into the air and his hot, sticky jizz fell onto Josh's face mixing with the other man's face.

Josh never let the balls out of my mouth. He just kept sucking as his sticky sperm spattered down, coating his face, mixing with the cum of the other man running down his body and staining the black uniform.

"Touch down! Fuck yeah!" Someone in the room shouted, and the man began to cheer.

Josh and Cody were unaware the men were even watching the game anymore.

Josh's face was completely covered in sperm we he dropped him back like a used rag. He could feel long, obscene strands of it dripping off his beard, onto my maid's uniform, onto the ground. He wasn't about to let it go to waste!

Whether or not the man saw, he began smearing his semen from his face and into his mouth. The fresh cum had taken on another flavor exposed to the prolonged air but Josh didn't care. The straight spunk tasted amazing, regardless!

"Nasty fuck!" Kyle hissed at the man, but he didn't stop.

"Suck my cock, queerbait!" Matthew said, showing his dick back into Cody's mouth. Cody opened his soar mouth, and his cock entered him again. The gay man could taste the musk and sweat of the man's beautiful penis, but now those flavors mixed with the cum the second friend. It was a delicious flavor! So much masculine flavor!

Cody took his right hand began stroking Matthew's shaft as he sucked the head. Like a whale devouring a boat, the man opened his mouth taking he entirety of the man's cock into his mouth.

Deep throating him, feeling his cock down his throat, tasting the load of the other man, burying my nose deep in the man's pubes, it was all overwhelming! Cody moaned into Matthew cock as his own dick began to release into his briefs, barley concealed under the frill of the black skirt.

Neither Matthew nor Mark seemed to notice.

It didn't take long. Matthew groaned and started cumming while he was still in Cody's mouth.

The queer could taste the first spurt as it hit the back of his soft palate and pooled in his throat, making him gag happily. Matthew suddenly pulled his cock out of Cody's mouth and begin stroking it with abandon. The next rope hit Cody in the forehead, and a final shot splattered across his mouth. Automatically, Cody began lapping the semen into his mouth.

Matthew shook the remaining cum off of his cock aiming it at Cody's face where those last few drops added to the mixture of the other sperm and saliva. Then he spat on the gay man's face.

Fuck!

Josh watched from the other side of the room. He had gobbled down all the semen he could, even scraping some off of Mark's hardwood floor.

Looking up to the men now focused back on the final seconds of the game, he crawled around a large table to where his husband still sat, licking the semen from his face.

When Cody saw his husband making his way to him, he began speeding up, cleaning the cum from any surface he could find. He knew damn well how much of a faggot bitch Josh could be and he wasn't about to share!

"We won!" One of the men called out, and the room began to shake as the powerful might of the six men threatened to shake down the house.

Beers began sloshing as the men found their drinks again, arms thrown in the air as a chorus of cheers, shouts, and triumphant whoops filled the living room. Matthew fist-pumped the air like he'd won the game himself, and another slapped Mark on the back so hard it echoed. High-fives flew between them, and someone even let out a victory howl, spinning in place before flopping back onto the couch with a huge grin. The energy was electric--testosterone, beer, and pure elation pulsing in every shout.

Cody felt his head nearly get ripped off his neck as Mark slammed his dick down his throat and began ramming him mercilessly. He wasn't even looking at the gay man, his eyes were still locked on the massive screen as confetti overtook the stands.

The chaos only ramped up. One of the guys grabbed a throw pillow and spiked it to the floor like a football, roaring with laughter. Another cranked the volume on the TV, drowning the room in post-game commentary and adrenaline. Mark was chest-bumping one of his buddies, both of them half-sloshed and howling like frat boys at a tailgate.

Josh watched as Mark used his husband's head as a stress ball. He was sure Cody was about to pass out. And honestly... he kinda hoped he would so he could get a taste of Mark's dick.

"Hell yeah!" someone bellowed, dancing awkwardly in place with his shirt halfway untucked. "Undefeated, baby!"

Cans clinked in a sloppy toast as someone popped open another beer, foam spilling over their fingers. Someone else grabbed a bag of chips and shook it above his head like a trophy, showering crumbs across the couch.

Cody just stared up as his vision disappeared into pubes and reemerged before disappearing into the hairy jungle again.

"Can I have some of your dick, sir?" Josh finally got the nerve to ask.

Matthew and the second friend chuckled at Josh's pathetic display.

Mark didn't say anything. He just locked eyes with Josh as he pounded into his husband's throat. Not releasing eye contact his abs began to sway and his face contort as the first spurts of cum began to disappear down Cody's throat.

"Fuck, faggot." Mark growled. He pressed Cody's head firmly into his pubes, forcing his semen directly down the man's throat.

Cody reached up, gripping Mark's thighs desperately. It was becoming painfully obvious that the man needed air!

Josh watched on in jealousy. Cody was so God damn greedy!

Mark moaned, gathering the attention of the calming room. His ejaculation was beginning to wind down, but he refused to let go of Cody's head until every last bit of his nuts were drained.

Finally, he ripped the man's head from his dick.

Cody desperately gasped for air. He was sure his lungs were caving in. Coughing, a few pieces of cum expelled from his mouth landing on the floor with a splat.

Josh quickly crawled over and began licking Mark's regurgitated semen from the floor.

"Oh god! That's fucking disgusting!" Kyle yelled, looking away in disgust

Mark couldn't help but laugh at the couple's depravity. He was used to seeing these pathetic queers like this but it was all the more hilarious to have his friends witness it. Stepping back, he pulled his pants back up.

As if at his command, all the men in the room began to reclothe.

Even through what felt like his death, Cody felt his heart sadden as he watched each of the beautiful cocks disappear into their underwear. He'd never gotten the chance to taste the shlongs that Josh has so greedily hogged on the other side of the room.

The energy in the room finally began to die down, laughter tapering off into satisfied sighs and the sluggish movements of men full of beer and victory. One by one, the guests stretched, yawned, and grabbed their jackets.

"Hell of a night, man," one said, clapping Mark's shoulder. "You throw a damn good party!"

"Yeah, top tier. And those sandwiches? Unreal," another added, shooting a grin back at Cody, still lying bewildered on the floor.

Mark chuckled, clearly basking in the praise. "Thank God for faggots am I right?"

He walked them to the door, trading handshakes and rough half-hugs. The night air swept in as the door opened and closed again and again, the laughter of the men trailing off down the driveway.

Josh only had enough energy to move away from the couches but had never managed to get back to his feet. His entire body hurt and reeked of semen.

Finally, Mark shut the door behind Kyle, stretching his arms above his head with a lazy groan. "That," he said with a grin, "was a great party, queers! But I'm beat."

He turned to Cody and Josh, still in their costumes, looking as if they were both about to pass out on the floor. For a brief moment, Mark felt sorta bad, but it passed.

"Hey, do me a favor--get this place cleaned up before morning, yeah? I've got a headache just looking at it." He grabbed at a staircase railing a few feet away from the front door. "I'm gonna take a shower and go to bed."

He didn't wait for a reply. With a cocky wink and a satisfied sigh, he padded up the staircase and toward the upstairs bathroom, already taking off his shirt as he disappeared behind the door.

The silence left in his wake was deafening--broken only by the distant hum of the TV still playing post-game highlights. Cody, finally regaining some sense of himself, looked to his husband just beyond the couch.

Josh returned his stare. He wanted to ask how Cody was doing, but when he heard the shower come on in the bathroom above them all he could think about was water running down Mark's incredible body.

His body was as honed, with thick, powerful biceps flexing as he ran his hands through his short hair, rivulets tracing down the sculpted lines of his chest and over the subtle dusting of light hair that clung to his damp skin.

His pecs were firm and full, rising with each breath, water beading and rolling off the tight contours. His abs were sharply defined, every muscle catching the light as he moved, the grooves cut deep like stone. His nipples, small and taut from the heat and pressure, stood out against his skin.

With that Josh felt his dick begin to shake and release into his shorts.

Cody watched on in disgust.

There was a time when he would have buried his face into Josh's pubes, taking his seed but now that he'd had the taste of real cock and the potent flavor of straight men's sperm, he wasn't about to come anywhere near his clit dick again.

With a sigh, Cody began to lift his stiff body from the floor.

The room was a mess, if they didn't start now, they would be here all night.