Mr. Foster's Gay Pool Party

The tiny white swim brief clung to my body, the outline of my cock and balls clearly visible through the almost translucent fabric. The cut of the briefs was so low that the top of my butt crack was clearly visible in the back, and my neatly trimmed bush peeked out in the front. I couldn't believe Mr. Forster was making me wear this.

I'm straight so this was not something I'd ever seen myself wearing. It all started last weekend.

I was the typical popular high school jock with a fit swimmer's body and a genetically blessed pretty boy face. I was a ladies man, the girls loved to tussle my beautiful short but shaggy hair. I was a decorated athlete and had perfect grades in school. I deserved to have the best 18th birthday party! So I'd organized a big birthday bash while my parents were away for the weekend

It was the most epic party anybody at school had ever seen. I made out with several girls and almost went all the way with Isabella Jimenez, the top cheerleader. Unfortunately my parents got home early for some reason. Some nosy neighbor must have called them to snitch on the party.

My parents were furiously went off on me in the front yard.

"We can't believe you would pull this stunt two months from graduation!" They said. "There will be no prom for you, Aiden."

"Don't be too hard on him," Mr. Foster intervened as he watched the argument unfold from his own front yard next door. "Boys will be boys."

I barely listened as my parents spoke with Mr. Foster. I was busy thinking about Isabella and how hot it would be when I finally had sex with her.

After Mr. Foster left, My parents made me clean up the mess but they stopped yelling at me. They informed me that my punishment would be to be the server for Mr. Foster's annual pool party.

I'd known Mr. Foster for about ten years now, since my parents and I had moved into the neighborhood. I knew about his annual pool party but I'd never thought much of it. I'd never thought much about Mr. Foster, really. He was just the old neighbor who lived next door. Mr. Foster was about 50 and he had no wife or children. How sad. He seemed to have a lot of friends though. And his pool was the envy of the neighborhood. I had been in it a few times, but the way Mr. Foster stared at me in my swim trunks was kinda creepy, so I didn't make a habit of it.

And now here I was, standing in Mr. Foster's bedroom, practically naked, about to go out and serve his guests drinks in this tiny little swim brief. I had been taken aback when Mr. Foster had presented me with the garment, but now that I'd put it on and looked at myself in the mirror, it was ten times worse.

I thought about texting my dad, but I knew he'd probably give me a talk about responsibility and taking account for your actions or whatever. So I rolled my eyes and threw the phone on the bed, seeing as I had nowhere in my "outfit" to store it in.

I gathered my courage. I could do this. It's not like I had anything to be ashamed of really. I knew my body was the envy of all the guys at my school. My butt was toned from all my workouts, and my thick cock was a good 6 inches soft, 7.5 inches hard. Yeah, if what Mr. Foster wanted was for me to show off my body then that's what I'd do. It definitely beat having to skip prom.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. The sound of laughter and splashing grew louder as I descended the stairs. Suddenly the music stopped. I felt a hundred eyes on me. The patio was filled with middle-aged men. All of them had drinks in their hands, and all of them were staring. I blushed but walked out into the pool area with my head held high.

"I knew those would fit you perfectly, Aiden." Mr. Foster said.

"They're a little small," I said.

"Nonsense," Mr. Foster said. "This is an adult party, and you're an adult now. In fact, we should cheer to that."

Mr. Foster guided me to the bar, his hand on my lower back, a little too close to my already overexposed ass.

"A special birthday shot for Aiden here," Mr. Foster said to the bartender, a big and burly man.

"Right away," the bartender winked at Mr. Foster, then he looked me up and down with what looked like hunger. I couldn't help but feel a little grossed out.

I scanned the pool area. About twenty men were gathered around.

"Where are all the women?" I asked.

"We don't need women to have fun," Mr. Foster said. "This is a boys night."

Mr. Foster handed me the shot the bartender had prepared.

"Drink this," Mr. Foster said. "Cheers!"

I took the shot and swallowed the burning liquid. It was like liquid fire going down my throat. The men around the pool cheered as I took a deep breath. Suddenly, Mr. Foster's hand was on my ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Mr. Foster!" I patted his hand away.

"Let's show everyone what a good sport you are, Aiden," he whispered in my ear. "You don't want to disappoint your neighbor, do you?"

"I'm just here to serve drinks, Mr. Foster," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nervousness that was building within me. The way his hand lingered on my ass was not what I had signed up for.

"Of course, Aiden," Mr. Foster said, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. "But I'm sure you'll find that serving drinks can be quite... entertaining."

"Can I have another one?" I asked.

"Sure," Mr. Foster said. "Drink as much as you want, but not too much, we don't want you spilling the drinks all over the place. And remember, what happens at the pool party stays at the pool party."

Mr. Foster winked at me and chuckled. I politely smiled at him and downed the second shot, this time vodka.

The warmth spread through my body, easing my nerves. I grabbed a tray of drinks and started circulating among the guests, trying to ignore the wandering hands and the way the fabric of my speedo grew wetter with every step, outlining my cock even more.

One particularly handsy man, hairy with a beer belly, grabbed at my cock.

"Hey!" I yelped, slapping the man's hand away.

"Now, Jeremy," Mr. Foster talked to the man. "Go easy on the boy, he's straight."

Jeremy took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving my crotch. "Oh, I know, I know," he said. "It's just... irresistible. Besides, he's legal now, isn't he?"

Mr. Foster chuckled. "Yes, he is. But let's not scare him off before the party's even started, shall we?"

Jeremy's eyes twinkled, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. The way the men were talking about me as if I was not there was unnerving to say the least.

As I moved around the pool, serving drinks and trying my best to ignore the hungry looks and occasional gropes, I noticed a pattern. Each of the men I served had something in common: a certain look in their eyes, a lingering touch that wasn't quite accidental. It dawned on me that this wasn't just any pool party--it was a gathering of Mr. Foster's gay friends. And here I was, the straight jock in the middle of a sea of hungry predators.

I tried to keep my cool, focusing on the task at hand, but the more drinks I served, the rowdier the men became. The air was thick with the scent of chlorine, tanning oil, and sweat.

The bartender kept offering me drinks and I kept taking them. The vodka helped numb my discomfort, and the more I had, the less I cared about the way the men ogled me. The party grew louder and the music more sensual as the night progressed. The pool lights changed color, casting an eerie glow over the shimmering water and the bodies that lounged around it.

Suddenly, Jeremy emerged from the shadows, holding a water gun. He aimed it directly at my crotch and squeezed the trigger. A cold spray hit the fabric of my speedo, making it cling even tighter to my skin. I looked down and realized the water had turned my swim brief completely transparent. My cock and balls were now on full display.

"Oh, Aiden," Jeremy laughed, his eyes raking over my exposed genitals. "You're just too tempting."

I froze, horrified and humiliated, I wanted to cover myself but my hands were busy holding the drink tray.

"Jeremy!" Mr. Foster chuckled. "Are you teasing the boy again?"

Jeremy stepped closer, his handsome features twisted into a playful smirk.

"Oh, I'm not teasing, just giving everyone a little show." He winked at me. "You might as well take these off, they're completely useless now."

Before I could even think, Jeremy had pulled down my swim briefs, exposing my cock to the cool night air and the hungry gazes of the party guests. I gasped and blushed furiously, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. The men around the pool let out a collective murmur of approval, some even applauding.

"Hey!" I yelled.

Mr. Foster took a sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving my bare body. "Isn't that better, Aiden?" he said with a smug smile. "You're so much more comfortable now, aren't you?"

"Mr. Foster," I tried to speak but I was speechless. Never in a million years had I'd envisioned this happening.

"Call me Daddy," Mr. Foster said, his voice low and seductive, as he stepped closer to me.

"What?"

"Call me Daddy," Mr. Foster repeated, his breath hot against my ear.

"But... I don't..." I stuttered, trying to find the right words to refuse without causing a scene. "I think I should go home now."

Mr. Foster's grip tightened on my arm. "You don't want to do that," he whispered. "You're the star of the show tonight. And remember, no one will know if you decide to indulge a little."

Mr. Foster grabbed my exposed cock, and Jeremy stood right behind me.

"Hey!" I was shocked.

"You know you want it, Aiden," Jeremy murmured in my ear, his breath hot and heavy with lust. His hand began to massage my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I felt something stiff rubbing on my bare ass. Oh god! It was Jereamy's cock!

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

"Shh, shh," Mr. Foster said, his hand pulling on my cock. "Don't worry, Aiden. It's all just fun and games. You're a big boy now, you can handle a little fun."

Mr. Foster took the drink tray and set it down. I tried to walk away but Jeremy held both of my arms, his erection poking at my ass.

"Let me go!" I protested, but my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. The vodka had gone to my head and I felt dizzy.

Mr. Foster's hand left my cheek and moved to the back of my neck, pushing my head down. "Just relax," he cooed, "and let the party begin."

The next thing I knew, Jeremy's cock was pushing against my ass, and Mr. Foster's hand was guiding my mouth to his own thick member.

Mr. Foster slid the head of his cock across my plump lips, smearing precum all over them.

I opened my mouth to complain, big mistake.

I gagged as I felt the warm, hard flesh slide into my mouth. I'd never felt anything like it before, and the smell of his musk was overwhelming.

"Take it slow," Mr. Foster instructed, his eyes never leaving mine as he pushed my head down further. "You're doing great, Daddy's proud of you."

I couldn't believe this was happening. My neighbor Mr. Foster had his cock in my mouth.

"You like that, don't you, Aiden?" Mr. Foster said, stroking my hair as I struggled not to choke on his length. His eyes bore into mine, a mix of lust and dominance.

I shook my head, my eyes pleading at Mr. Foster to stop, but he didn't listen. Meanwhile I could feel the tip of Jeremy's cock circling my virgin hole, his precum coating my entrance.

"Swallow my cock," Mr. Foster ordered, and I had no choice but to comply, his grip on my neck tightening. I felt his cock pulse with excitement as I took him deeper into my mouth, and the sound of him groaning filled my ears. My nose rubbed on his curly pubes and his chins slapped on my chin as his precum streamed down my throat.

Jeremy's cock was now pressing insistently against my asshole, and I could feel the tip start to breach my tight entrance. I squeezed my eyes shut and tasted the saltiness of Mr. Foster's precum as his cock grew even more rigid in my mouth.

"That's a good boy," Jeremy whispered, his hands sliding down to grip my hips. He pushed gently, and with a sharp gasp, his cock slid into me, filling me up in a way I'd never experienced. I yelled in agony, my screams muffled by Mr. Fosters cock.

The men around the pool had gathered closer now, their eyes glued to the scene unfolding before them. Some had their own cocks out, stroking them in time with Jeremy's thrusts. The atmosphere was thick with lust. The worst part was that as Jeremy's cock pounded into my prostate, I began to get hard.

Mr. Foster's hand left my neck and moved down to my cock, which was now fully erect. He began to jerk me off as I serviced him, his other hand playing with my balls. It was as if my body was no longer my own, acting on instinct alone. I moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through his body.

"Look at him," Mr. Foster said to the crowd, his voice proud. "He's loving it. A born slut."

The word 'slut' stung, but here I was, being used by two men in front of a crowd of strangers. Anybody who saw me right now would probably call me a slut too.

Jeremy picked up the pace, his cock pounding into me with an intensity that was bordering on painful. Yet, every thrust brought with it a strange sense of pleasure, a pleasure I had never felt before. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I was going to cum.

"Swallow it down," Mr. Foster warned as I felt him getting closer. "Don't waste a drop."

And with that, I felt him erupt in my mouth, filling it with his hot cum. I gulped it down as best I could, my eyes watering. At the same time, Jeremy's cock swelled inside me, and I felt his warm seed filling my ass.

The crowd cheered, and I was pulled away from the two men, my legs feeling wobbly. I looked down at myself, my body covered in their cum, and realized that I was hard, my own cock begging for release.

"Looks like someone enjoyed themselves," a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see another guest approaching, a man with piercing blue eyes and a wicked smile.

Before I could protest, he was on me, his mouth wrapping around my cock. My body took over, and I couldn't help but thrust into his mouth. The alcohol had lowered my inhibitions, and the desire to cum was overwhelming.

As I shot my load into the stranger's mouth, I realized that I had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed.

The night grew darker, yet the spotlight remained on me. The middle-aged men at the party took turns fucking my mouth, each one more eager than the last to taste their own depravity. They whispered sweet nothings in my ears, calling me a good boy and a cockslut.

"I'm straight!" I pleaded in between cocks, but they didn't care. I was a vessel for their lust, a living, breathing toy for them to use as they saw fit.

Jeremy stepped aside, his cock now limp and glistening with the evidence of his conquest. The blue-eyed stranger took his place, his grip firm as he plunged into me from behind, filling me up with his own brand of ecstasy. His rhythm was different, more calculated, as if he were savoring every second of my degradation. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure and pain crashing through me, and I couldn't tell if the moans escaping my throat were from the cock in my mouth or the one in my ass.

The men took turns, passing me around like a shared dessert, their hands exploring every inch of my exposed flesh. They touched and pinched my nipples, their thumbs flicking and twisting the sensitive nubs until I thought I would scream.

My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. I hated the feeling of their cocks in my mouth, but my body responded in ways that terrified me.

I was no longer Aiden, the high school jock with a promising future; I was a sex object for these men to indulge in. They didn't care about my dreams or aspirations, only the tightness of my ass and the obedience of my mouth.

The blue-eyed man finally pulled out, and I was passed onto the next, my ass now sore and tender. Each thrust brought forth a symphony of sounds--grunts, slaps, and wet sucks echoing through the night. The men around me watched with hungry eyes, stroking their cocks in anticipation of their turn.

The line grew longer, the faces blurring into one another, a never-ending procession of lust and debauchery. They whispered to each other about my tightness, my gag reflex, and how much of a 'natural' I was.

The party had become an orgy, and I was the star attraction.

I didn't know how much more I could take, my jaw ached and my ass felt like it was on fire. But every time I thought I had reached my limit, a new cock would fill me, a new mouth would consume me, and I would find the strength to keep going, to keep pleasing them.

"Now put two cocks in his ass at the same time!" Mr. Foster said.

I couldn't believe what was happening. The men looked at each other, excited by the challenge. Two of them approached me, one with a thick cock and the other with a girth that made me quiver.

"Open up, Aiden," the first man, Charles, said with a smug smile. "You can handle this, can't you?"

"No! Please, I'm not gay, I can't take it any more!" I pleaded.

But my words were meaningless to them. The two men positioned themselves behind me. I felt a cold dollop of lube on my asshole, and suddenly, the pressure grew as two cocks pushed inside me simultaneously. I let out a muffled scream around the two cocks in my mouth, my eyes watering from the pain and fullness.

They didn't stop, though. They pushed and prodded until both were fully inside me. My asshole stretched to the limit, the pain like nothing I had ever felt before.

The two men looked at each other, their eyes filled with a twisted camaraderie as they began to move in unison. The pressure was unbearable, but my body seemed to adjust, the walls of my ass stretching to accommodate their intrusion.

The first cock was thick, a relentless battering ram that pummeled my insides, sending shockwaves through my body with every powerful thrust. It felt like it was splitting me in two, pushing against my prostate with a force that was both exquisite and painful. The second cock was wider, filling me so completely that I couldn't even imagine how it all fit. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, a delicious agony that I never knew I could experience.

I was lost in a sea of sensations, my mind a haze of lust and fear. The two men fucked me like I was nothing more than a hole to be filled, and I had no choice but to give in to the pleasure that they were demanding from me. The crowd of onlookers had grown larger, their eyes glued to the obscene sight of two cocks disappearing into my tight ass.

The pressure grew unbearable as the men approached their climax, their breathing heavy and ragged. I felt their hands grip my hips, their fingers digging into my flesh as they pounded into me with renewed vigor. And then, suddenly, it all became too much and I began to sob.

The man with the thick cock came first, his hot cum filling me up, his hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into my bowels. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that had me seeing stars. And just as his cock slipped out, the wider one took over, the head swollen and pulsing.

The second man grunted as he released his load, his cum mixing with the first's, creating a warm, gooey mess inside my ass. I felt so full, so used, so completely violated in the most sinful way.

And then, as if on cue, two other men stepped forward, their cocks standing proudly at attention, glistening with pre-cum. They were smiling at me, their eyes shining with a mix of excitement and something else--sympathy? Pity? I couldn't tell.

The man with the piercing blue eyes was the first to come closer, stroking his cock with a gentle yet firm grip. He leaned over and whispered, "You're doing so well, baby. Just a little more, and then you can go home."

It was strange, the way his words filled me with a mix of comfort and dread. I wanted this to end, but I couldn't bear the thought of another round of their lustful games. But the promise of freedom was too tempting, so I nodded, bracing myself for what was to come.

The two newcomers took over, their cocks taking turns stretching my sore ass. They whispered sweet nothings and encouragements as they fucked me, their hands exploring my body with a gentle touch that was at odds with the brutal way they claimed my virginity.

The blue-eyed man took the lead, his cock sliding in and out of my ass with a smoothness that belied his size. He was gentle at first, his strokes long and languid, allowing my body to adjust to the new sensation. The other man, a silver fox with a chiseled chest, took over my mouth, his cock sliding in and out with a rhythm that made my head spin.

"Mmph, oh yeah," the blue-eyed man groaned, his hand coming around to fondle my balls. "You're still so fucking tight, Aiden."

The silver fox with the salt and pepper hair pulled out of my mouth for a moment to say, "He's a natural, isn't he?"

The blue-eyed man, whose name I had learned was Alex, nodded in agreement. "Fucking beautiful," he murmured.

I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building within me, despite the pain. Their cocks filled me up in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating, their hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that sent shockwaves through my system.

Alex picked up the pace, his hips smacking against my ass cheeks with a wet, slapping sound. The silver fox, held my head in place, fucking my mouth with the same intensity.

Their hands roamed my body, caressing and gripping, leaving trails of bruises wherever they touched. Alex's thumb played with my asshole, pushing in alongside his cock, sending me over the edge. My body convulsed around them as I came, my own cock pulsing and spurting between my legs.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and I could feel their eyes on me, watching me as I was used and enjoyed. The men who had fucked me earlier had all finished, their cum mixing with mine in a pool on the concrete.

"Good boy," Alex murmured, his cock still buried deep inside me. "Such a good, tight little hole."

The silver fox pulled out of my mouth with a pop, leaving me gasping for air. "Looks like he's had enough," he said, wiping a smear of cum from the corner of his mouth.

Alex leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. "Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?" he whispered. "We're not done with you yet."

I nodded, my voice gone. My body was a wreck, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. I didn't know what I wanted anymore.

"Good," Alex said, his voice a gentle purr. "You won't regret it."

The night continued with the men passing me around one after the other. Finally as the guests began to leave, I was left on the ground in a puddle of cum, my body sticky with sweat and semen.

"Time to go home," Mr. Foster stood over me, his expression unreadable. He shoved a butt plug up my ass. I didn't even flinch, my fight completely gone. He handed me a towel. "You've been a good boy, Aiden."

I took the towel, wrapping it around my waist with trembling hands. The taste of cum lingered on my tongue, a bitter reminder of what had just transpired.

"Thank you, Daddy," I murmured, the words feeling strange and foreign in my mouth.

Mr. Foster's smile grew wider as he helped me to my feet, his hand lingering on my hip. "You've learned so quickly," he said, his voice filled with pride.

Jeremy handed me a glass of water, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "You were incredible," he whispered, his hand brushing against my chest.

Mr. Foster walked me home. My mom answered the door.

"That must have been some party," she said.

I nodded, my cheeks flushing with shame. I couldn't meet her eyes as I stumbled into the house, the butt plug still lodged in my ass, a constant reminder of my degradation.

"I was thinking of making my pool party a monthly thing," Mr. Foster said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "What do you think, Aiden? Would you like to be our regular entertainment?"

"Oh, I'm sure he would," my mom said. "If it keeps him out of trouble, I'm all for it."

I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded, feeling the weight of the butt plug in my ass with each movement.

"Great," Mr. Foster said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "We'll make it a regular thing then. You can consider this your after-school job."

My heart sank as I realized this wasn't a one-time punishment but a new reality for me. I was now the neighborhood's secret little slut, a role I never thought I'd play.

The next day, I tried to pretend like nothing had happened. I went to school, played sports, talked to my friends, but all I could think about was the feeling of those men inside me.

The week dragged on, each day a blur of classes and practices, until finally, it was time for Mr. Foster's monthly pool party. I went to the party, not out of desire but because I had no other choice. My parents had agreed to let me go to prom if I continued to work off my "debt" to Mr. Foster.

As I arrived, the same group of middle-aged men greeted me with leers and hungry eyes. The towel around my waist was whipped away, revealing the tiny speedo that had become my signature uniform.

"Look at you, all dressed up for us," Mr. Foster said, his hand running down my chest. "Ready to be our little fucktoy again?"

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes, Daddy."