Edgar Aeternum, Book 1: Tales of Aeternal Love (4 page)

Around nine-thirty, as if in answer to some
telepathic signal, clothing would start falling to the floor. Soon
after, men were pair off - or, in many cases, form small groups -
and conversation would slow to a bare minimum, occasionally
punctuated by the slurps, grunts, moans and smacks typically heard
at an orgy.

Edgar looked forward to these monthly
gatherings; he always had a good time and it was great seeing his
friend, Wiz. Twenty minutes later, the magna deposited him a few
blocks away from Wiz' home and Edgar took his time walking,
enjoying the beautiful night. Soon enough, he stood in front of the
ultra-modern cube-like building that Wiz called home. The only
indication of a front door was the walkway; the door and access pad
blended so perfectly into the bright white of the house as to be
near-invisible.

Edgar palmed the pad and, seconds later, the
door slid open revealing more bright white walls. He stepped into
the empty foyer and waited; Wiz typically answered the door via the
HC, not in person. Likely, he was chatting with the guests already
present. Edgar knew from experience that Wiz would be there
shortly; true to form, the man himself swept into the foyer a
minute later.

"Edgar! So
glad
you could come!" he
gushed. "You'll
love
the gathering this evening. I met the
most fascinating
group of models; even a pair of identical
twins!
Twins
, Edgar!" Edgar smiled, nodded and waited for
Wiz to slow down enough to allow a response. The man was an
excellent host, but he tended to go a mile a minute at these
parties. That is, until the sex started. Then, the ebullient social
butterfly became a shy, retiring wallflower retreating to a lounger
in the corner to quietly pleasure himself. Wiz long ago stopped
having physical sex with others, preferring instead the virtual
world of Synthesis. The only connection to non-VR sex he retained
was the voyeuristic pleasure of these parties.

He herded Edgar into what he called,
archaically, the parlor. It was actually a dining room, the long
table laden with various tasty dishes; several small bar-height
tables were placed throughout the room providing guests a place to
set plates and drinks. As per usual, Edgar was one of the last men
to arrive. He found, early on, that coming early typically meant
being stuck with the first guest to speak to him for the rest of
the evening. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but on occasion,
it had made for long, less-than-pleasant evenings.

Wiz stopped in the doorway and announced
Edgar to the group. The other men sounded off one at a time with
their names and a brief greeting before returning to their various
conversations. It was an odd custom, but one Wizzer felt broke the
ice. After the introductions, Wiz led Edgar to the table of food
and began pointing out dishes he thought Edgar would enjoy.

"I have a
splendid
ceviche that you
simply
must
try, Edgar. Oh! And don't forget the
crab-stuffed mushroom caps! For a moment, I was tempted to leave
them off, but they're
so
good I just couldn't." This went on
for another five minutes, each dish getting its story told.
Finally, Wiz concluded the tour de cuisine and handed Edgar a
plate. "Enjoy, my friend! Don't forget the wine bar! The
chianti
is
beyond
amazing!" At that, he drifted off
to attend to another guest, leaving Edgar smiling having barely
spoken a word himself. One on one, Wiz was a great communicator,
but as a host, he was a whirlwind.

Edgar held back a bit as he loaded his plate,
knowing that if he fully gave in to his appetite, he'd shock the
others. Plus, glancing around the room, he hoped for some good
action this evening and being too full wouldn't be conducive to it.
He took his plate and glass to one of the small tables occupied by
two other men. Soon, they were chatting like old friends.

The social portion of the evening passed
quickly and everyone migrated to the play area. Those who indulged
in herbal recreation enjoyed a good variety of top-shelf weed,
lounging on various strategically-placed pieces of furniture. One
of Edgar's dinner pals gravitated toward a scruffy looking artist
with fiery orange hair and was soon on his knees in front of the
man, face buried nose-to-pubes in the man's crotch.

The other of Edgar's dinner pals stayed at
Edgar's side and was joined by the twin models, both of whom were
already shirtless. A quick glance around the room showed Edgar that
Wiz had already stationed himself in his viewing area, naked and
ready for the show. Edgar also noticed a young man chatting with a
daddy type guy. He was staring at Edgar... again. The boy had been
eyeing him all evening but seemed too shy to interact. In fact,
he'd barely said much to anyone during the social portion of the
evening; he seemed uncomfortable and Edgar found himself wondering
why he was there. The vaporizer the two were sharing was obviously
loosening the boy up as he was becoming chatty with the daddy.

Edgar's attention was pulled back to his own
group by the twin models; one started to pull off Edgar's shirt and
the other was undoing his pants. His dinner companion was already
naked, slowly stroking himself. Edgar gave the twins, Josh and
Jack, a hand with his clothes followed by a three-way French kiss.
The group opened up to allow Will, the dinner pal, into the circle.
Soon, hands were exploring as the quartet lost themselves to the
mood.

Edgar pulled the group to a nearby platform
big enough to be a bed and they sank down to its plush comfort as
one unit. They shifted around until Edgar found himself staring at
Josh's throbbing cock, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He looked
briefly at Jack and felt a thrill at seeing that they were, indeed,
identical in every way. Tight, hard bodies, smooth save for perfect
triangles of blonde pubic hair. Edgar gasped as Jack took his cock
in hand and licked it, base to tip, before taking the head into his
mouth. The last thing Edgar thought before tasting Josh's sweet
pre-cum was "Damn! A twin on both ends. This is gonna be fun!"

The daisy chain was completed as Josh dove
onto Will's slender prick, taking all seven inches down his throat
in one smooth move. Will was tongue-bathing Jack's eight-incher,
making the other man squirm. Soon, the men were lost in the
sensation of blowing and getting blown, soft moans and grunts
escaping cock-stuffed mouths.

At one point, Edgar glanced in the boy's
direction, stroking Josh, to find the boy bent over a bench, the
daddy riding him from behind. Even now, the boy watched Edgar as
though mesmerized. All the while the daddy pounded his ass,
occasionally smacking it, the boy looked at Edgar, even staring
into his eyes. Edgar had to admit, he found the admiration both
flattering and slightly creepy. However, the boy's gasps as he was
being plowed, coupled with the way his hard cock slapped his
stomach from the force of the daddy's thrusts and the feeling of
Jack's expert mouth on his own rod, quickly drove the creepiness
away.

Edgar maintained eye contact with the boy as
he tongued Josh's piss-slit, tasting his sweet nectar. Soon,
though, his own passion took over and once again, he was sucking
Josh's cock as though his life depended on it.

The four men shifted again, setting up a
train, with Will as the engine and Edgar the caboose. Edgar eased
his spit-slick cock into Jack's tight ass, holding it in place as
the man gently milked it, becoming accustomed to being filled.
Jack, meanwhile, was slipping into Josh's ass with an ease that
suggested he'd done it many times before. Seeing the two brothers
coupling almost sent Edgar over the edge, but he managed to stop
himself from shooting too soon. Once Jack's cock was balls-deep in
Josh's ass, Josh took Will, popping just the head of his cock into
Will's waiting hole.

The boy was soon forgotten as the train left
the station and the four men found their rhythm, syncing perfectly
so each thrust allowed the four-way fuck to work. All around the
room, men were grunting passionately, some even calling out names
or encouragement. Edgar and the twins were nearing the point of no
return, pounding into each other hard and fast; Will's hand was a
blur on his own cock as he neared his orgasm.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Jack yelled as he pumped
his load into Josh's ass, shaking with the force of his orgasm. His
hole tightening around Edgar's cock sent Edgar into his own climax.
He grabbed Jack's hips and slammed into his hot slickness, filling
him with jizz. After his release, he clung to Jack's back, wrapping
himself around the still quaking man.

Will's orgasm hit him next, his wad shooting
up and landing on his face, some hitting Josh's chin. His bucking
back against Josh caused the other man to tip over the edge,
yelling, "Take my fuckin' load!" as he pumped into Will. All four
men clung to each other, glazed in sweat, trembling and twitching
as the aftershock of their orgasms swept through them.

Breathing heavily, Edgar reached over Jack to
caress Josh's arm and leaned still farther to touch Will's
shoulder. "Oh man!" he gasped, "That was incredible!"

"Yeah," Jack chuckled softly. "Sure was,
guys."

"No fucking doubt," added Josh. "I haven't
been fucked like that since last Tuesday." This set off a giggling
fit in all four men.

When they finally wound down, Will chimed in,
"I don't think I can move."

"I know I can't," answered Edgar, laughing
again. "Not that I'm complaining."

"Hell no!" Josh said. "I'm not goin' anywhere
for a while. How about you, brother?"

Jack answered, "No. And I don't want to
anyway. Edgar, you're still rock hard and your cock is fucking
awesome."

"Thanks!" Edgar said. "So is your ass,
man!"

"Aren't we just a mutual admiration society,"
Josh quipped, causing another run of laughter.

"I make it a policy to like the people I
fuck," laughed Edgar. He looked over his shoulder to see the boy
frantically jerking off, while the top daddy began unloading. Eyes
closed, the boy was gasping and calling out to be fucked harder and
the daddy complied, smacking the boy's ass hard. At the slap, the
boy's eyes flew open, locking onto Edgar's and he shot his wad all
over the bench. The daddy pulled out and the boy stood, still
staring at Edgar. Then the daddy turned the boy to face him,
drawing him into a bear hug and a deep kiss.

"Good policy," Jack said, laughing. The
quartet chatted back and forth, typical pillow talk, as their
breathing returned to normal. They took in the sights around them,
various groupings either enjoying afterglow or still having sex.
Two pairs joined to make another foursome and started all over
again.

Edgar thought of doing the same, only with
the mysterious boy who'd been staring at him all evening. The
thought was quickly washed away as he felt Will's tongue poking at
his hole. The man dove in, eating Edgar out as though he was
starving and Edgar shifted to allow him better access. The move
also put him face-to-face with Josh who took his mouth in a
forceful kiss, while Jack dove into Josh's ass with a hunger
matching Will's.

An hour later, the quartet was once again
snuggled together in post-coital bliss. The room was almost quiet,
the few still going at it doing so with little sound. The
occasional moan or gasp the only noise other than soft voices
chatting. Edgar looked over to Wiz' spot to find his friend covered
in what must be a few of his own copious loads. He was grinning
hazily and gave Edgar a thumbs up; Edgar smiled and returned the
gesture.

Some of the men headed to the gymnasium-style
group shower while others cleaned up with towels strewn around the
room. Edgar's quick count totaled nineteen men, not including
Wizzer. A few were getting dressed and two were thanking Wiz for
the great party before taking their leave. Edgar told the others he
was heading for the shower, but they chose to stay snuggled
together. He gave them each a playful slap on the ass and a kiss
and left them.

The shower was empty save for the boy who
stared. Oddly, once they were alone, the boy could hardly bring
himself to look at Edgar much less meet his gaze; he took shy to
the next level. Edgar stepped under one of the motion-activated
nozzles and let the warm water cascade over his tired muscles,
washing away sweat and semen.

The boy, meanwhile, kept his gaze fixed on
the floor and went about soaping himself. Edgar took the
opportunity to check him out, finding his lithe, tight body
appealing. The boy had little body hair and his skin was creamy
white. The carpet, Edgar discovered, matched the drapes, a full
bush of brown pubes over a soft cock and full balls. The boy turned
away to rinse his chest and Edgar almost gasped at the beauty of
his ass. Perfect globes of muscle, firm, tight and full, smooth and
free of any blemish. Despite being well-fucked and tired, Edgar
felt a twinge in his groin at the sight; a consummate ass-man, he
would've taken this boy's in a heartbeat.

At that moment, the boy turned around and
caught Edgar gaping at his ass. The boy smiled and looked at the
floor again. Edgar regained his composure and said the first thing
that came to his mind, "Nice ass, man! You put on a helluva show
earlier."

The boy looked up and actually blushed.
"Y-you were watching m-me?" he stammered.

"Yeah, I was; it was hot. I noticed you
watching me, too."

"O-oh. I, uh, I'm sorry. I, um, didn't' mean
to stare. Y-you're just so... I mean, you're... ah shit," his face
fell and he looked at the floor again.

Edgar smiled. "No worries, man. I'm Edgar, by
the way. I figure a guy shouldn't mind being watched if he's
getting it on in front of other people, right?"

"Uh, y-yeah. I g-guess that makes sense," he
said. "I'm M-Maddox, but you, um, you can call me, um, Maddi."