Steve's Stroke & Cum Party

My friend Steve invited me to a party. We’d been chatting about it for a while. He called it a “stroke and cum” party. The way he described it, it was older men mutually masturbating. There was usually about a dozen participants and it took place in a hotel room downtown whenever someone in the group organized it and sent out invitation.

Steve had received the invitation forwarding it to me. I accepted and we agreed to meet near the venue. I should bring $25 towards the kitty to pay for the room and some booze. Underwear was voluntary because it got in the way.

I was keen.

We met then made our way to a fifth-floor room in one of Toronto’s larger business hotels. There were some formalities at the door since I was new but we were soon inside a suite with at least a dozen - as advertised - older men and all quite fit. They were all casually dressed - not a lumberjack sweater in the bunch which almost amounts to being un-Canadian.

We got our drinks. Steve introduced me to a few fellows. Each made a pass at me complete with speculations about the size of my cock (14cm – 5.5 lovely inches). I think I must have blushed because the tallest and leanest of the men suggested he and I sit on the couch.

We chatted about the usual – weather, home renovations. In minutes, the real “ice breaker” was delivered.

“Let me introduce myself, he said. My cock is uncut and almost 16cm (over 6inches). I enjoy being stroked slowly. May I take my cock out for you? You can touch me.”

The ice was melted.

“Yes please.” I said. He unbuttoned his trousers, unzipped and very hefty cock tumbled out. “That’s wonderful” I said as I reached to feel it. And with my first touch, it began to stiffen. Now it was harder and stiffer and thick. I began to stroke it…. slowly, as suggested.

I’m “cut” so a large foreskin is a beautiful mystery. I tried to pull his foreskin down below his cockhead

“Hold on there cowboy.” He declared patiently. “Get some of my precum and slide it under my cockhead. Then you still need to go slowly.”

I did as he said and voila, his foreskin slid back revealing a smooth shiny and very purple cockhead.

I looked up seeing that Steve was at the drinks table and his cock was hanging from his open trousers and he was being teased by a short fellow who sported the biggest cock I the room. I was able to say that because all cocks were out.

Over a period of two hours I would see the short man have his cock stroked to an explosive climax. He didn’t supress his vocalizations. And he had a real potty mouth. We learned a great deal about his relationship with his mother.

The man who had sat with me got up after I’m made him very stiff. He circled the room getting appreciative strokes from just about everyone. I was so happy to see my “hand” work appreciated. He would shoot a respectable load into his hand…and drink it…slutty guy.

One quite hairy man had stripped down completely. Steve had told me that this was uncommon. He was lovely, very trim and a perfect cut cock that seemed to say upright no matter what. It seems his enjoyment came from sucking the occasional cock, playing with the cock tip inserting his tongue in the peehole and then his lips over the lovely cocktip as the cum began. Not a drop was left and the three men he sucked squealed, I swear it.

I was lucky enough to be able to sit beside this naked fellow and stroke his cock while he sucked some very pretty cock. As the third guy was cumming my new friend became noticeably harder so I squeezed him a bit as I stroked and we were rewarded with gobbets of cum on his stomach. He scooped it up before he’d made a mess and offered me some. I had a lick this being my first taste of cum. I didn’t want to overdo it. It was nice, in moderation.

I would cum myself after helping a few others. It would be while standing and my companion holding me from behind, his cock pushing my slacks into bum crack his lovely small hand on my cock.

Wow! Directly in front of me was Steve on a bar stool, getting his cock stroked by two guys who were having a wonderful time stroking their own.

I was ready to cum and to my delight so were Steve and his companions. I came first moaning like mad and then Steve splashed his cum on the carpet, his companions pouring out their creamy loads there soon after. My companion came on my ass and of course, my trousers, apologizing profusely. My pants were beige so the mightn’t show too much. Besides, he stroked me so well. How could I complain that he came on my ass.


Apparently, three hours seems to be the duration for these parties. The men were married and valid excuses for being late don’t include jerking off with other married men. Those who came on the carpet cleaned up wonderfully and the tile floor was wiped. All cum-soaked paper towels would be disposed of outside. The organizer might have made a small profit this going towards paying for a party where the crowd was smaller. (Perhaps I’d like that one…a handful of cocks seems about right…lol)

Steve and I, both of us drained, walked along the broad boulevard from the hotel to the parking lot.

“So, what did you think?” Said Steve.

“It was beyond my expectations. It was even dignified. Older men cumming after being stroked by other men can be dignified. I think so. Those guys were just like us – in need of some excitement and a cum. Thank you for the invitation and letting me watch you cum. It was all super.” I said hoping not to be too exuberant.

“Only one more treat left” Steve said. We walked to his car in a corner of the lot.

We sat in the front seat, the lights off. Steve placed his hand on my crotch, unzipped me and took out my flaccid cock. It his mouth, I didn’t stay flaccid long. In fact, I got long and hard.

Steve sat up and then pushed my head onto his cock.

“My cum is sweet. You’ll acquire a taste for mine and then you can be a cocksucker at the parties. We rotate that honour. Whenever you’re ready.” Steve asked but knew I would agree.

I sucked his peephole like I’d seen. He grew harder and then a squirt of cum passed my lips.

“Where did that go?” Steve said.