What the HELL was I doing?!?! Too late. The door swung open and there was nowhere to go.
“Uh….pizza delivery?” I said sheepishly, and before I knew it I was being ushered inside a dark hotel room full of scantily clad men.
Okay. Back up.
I swear, I’m a straight male with a girlfriend. But, well I’ve always been majorly submissive, your stereotypical “nice guy” type. It didn’t help that I was only 5 foot 7. I had a nearly 7-inch dick, but it wasn’t exactly beefy. Pencil dick was an apt description.
And so, with all that I brought a lot of insecurities to the bedroom. It wasn’t long before I began looking at gay and sissy porn, cuckold fantasy and so much more. All of this behind my girl’s back.
The more I looked, the more I wanted to try something with an actual guy. And so, me and her began experimenting with toys. Butt plugs, dildos, strap-ons.
She personally had zero interest in anal play, but she wanted me to be happy, so she began drilling my ass on the regular.
Alas, the more of this I got, the more I wanted the real thing. There was just something so impersonal about trying to suck off a dildo. Even taking it up the ass, well…. the experience was somewhat lacking knowing it wasn’t a real flesh and blood cock, knowing my girl couldn’t really get off on plowing me.
The more I thought about it, the more my mouth watered for the real thing. I wanted a man who would moan and groan as he felt himself enter my mouth or press deep into my ass.
But, I had zero connections for that kind of thing. I had no idea where to even start looking. The heart wants what the heart wants though. And so, I began to look around online.
And that’s how I inadvertently ran into the Pizza Club.
I know. It sounds stupid. I thought it was a joke at first, but the more I read about it, the more I kept on seeing it in online forums.
And so, I began to dig into it. Turns out, Pizza Club was real. It was a way for sub males to arrange a meet up with dominant men.
The way it worked is the sub male would advertise a Pizza Club event at a specific hotel at a set date and time. If any males were interested in the event, they would commit to going by pledging a certain amount of money to cover the hotel room. All this money was held in an online cash account the sub male created.
Once enough money was raised (usually around $100), the event was considered full and no one else could sign up. When this happened, the sub male would make the reservation and then pass the room number onto the guys who had paid. The reservation would be held under an alias, so whoever got to the hotel first could get the key, then begin setting up the room.
Once I knew how it all worked, I found myself fantasizing about hosting my own private Pizza Club event. I imagined what it would be like to be handled and groped and made to service several men at once.
I got so hot and bothered by the idea that it was all I could think about all the time. I couldn’t concentrate on work. And sex with my girlfriend lost all its appeal to the point that we became more like roommates than lovers.
At last, I decided to take the plunge. I’d make an event for a Pizza Club meet-up but with specific rules, letting whoever was interested know that I was new to all this and had never done anything with an actual guy before. I wanted it to be a gentle, fun initiation, nothing rough or gross.
I took some pictures of myself, described what I was wanting, finished making the event and waited.
One of the downsides to the whole Pizza Club scheme was that the less money people contributed individually, the more people could contribute overall, and thus the more people could end up showing up.
That’s exactly what began to happen with my event. It started with a couple guys only contributing about $10 each. Then a few more contributed only $5 a piece. Then, it started to take off.
Five more guys each donated $3. And then, a bunch began donating around a buck.
By the time it got up to $80, there were nearly 20 guys signed up for the event! If i didn’t step in quick and do something, I was gonna have to service close to two dozen men!
So, I went ahead and paid for the rest of the hotel, essentially capping the event off. That still left 18 men for me to cater to, way more than what I had intended!
I began to freak out, but the more I thought about it, the more I reasoned that I could probably handle it. After all, it wasn’t like I’d have to cum 18 times. I just had to be willing to let them use my body until all of them had gotten off.
It would be a lot of sucking, a lot of fucking….but once my ass had opened up to it, it’d be nothing, right? I’d probably barely feel a thing.
And thus, I talked myself into it. And that’s how I ended up delivering pizza to a darkened hotel room full of very hungry, very attractive men.
As the door clicked shut behind me, I braced myself for what was about to go down.
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