Yancy’s anti-Valentine’s Day party was infamous. A big gaggle of gay men got together to say phooey and fuck off to all the hearts-and-flowers bullshit of the holiday while sealing the deal with a ton of mindless sex in Yancy’s hot tub, sauna, pool house, and miscellaneous bedrooms. Or so Micah had heard. He’d never made the party despite the fact that he and Yancy were close friends. Everybody knew that Micah believed in love. Yancy, not so much.
Micah had left Furtwangler sleeping on his bed, and he could go home to him right now. But hell, he could use some sex, mindless or otherwise. Plus, he didn’t have to participate. He could just watch. No, that sounded bad. But he didn’t have to fuck anybody if he didn’t want to. Yancy said so.
Okay, here goes.
He propped the bike against a tree and locked it, then walked up to the front porch and rang the bell.
The door flew open. Yikes. Someone grabbed his arm, and it took a second to realize it was Yancy doing the grabbing. Just that quick, he was inside Yancy’s foyer and the door was closed behind him. Yancy pushed Micah’s back to the wall and spoke in a low voice. “You made it. I was afraid you’d chicken out. Good, you’re not too late, so only a few guys have paired off. You can still pretty much have your pick.”
Micah grinned—nervously. “It’s not that easy. I think the other guy has to agree too.”
“Well, hell, who wouldn’t choose you? Look at you.”
Okay, so Micah kind of knew that people thought he was good-looking. He couldn’t see it himself. He was tall enough but kind of skinny and mangy-looking. His dark, almost black hair would not stay out of his eyes. His lips were too full and cheeks too lean. Using his bike as transportation made him fit—hell, he even had a six-pack—but altogether he looked like a survivor from a desert island. He grinned at Yancy. “You didn’t choose me.” He was kidding. They’d always been friends, but no sparks had ever flown.
Yancy took him seriously. “I can’t help it that I’m addicted to giant weightlifters and linebackers. If I could look at a guy under two ninety-five, I’d look at you.”
Micah laughed. “And you’d only be off by a hundred and fifty pounds.” He looked across Yancy’s shoulder into the living room beyond. Music played and the voices and laughter sounded louder now that he paid attention. “So what’s going on in there?”
“Lots of pickings.”
“Not sure how I feel about it.”
“Don’t worry. Take your time and see if there’s anything to your liking. This is a no-obligation event.”
Micah took a deep breath. “Okay.”
“C’mon.” Yancy led him into the living room, which on another occasion would have looked out over the ocean and the city lights of Laguna, but tonight the long drapes were pulled tight over the cathedral windows.
Most of the maybe fifty or so men stood in groups talking and flirting, with drinks and some food in their hands. But on one chair, two guys were kissing like they could clean each other’s tonsils, and a glance down the hall showed a man leaning against the wall while another dude sucked him off. The orgy was beginning.
Shee-it. Watching was sexy. It was hard to force his eyes away from the public blowjob. Hard being the operative word. The room even smelled like sex, and his cock was turning into a steel rod in his jeans.
Yancy led him to a bar. “What’ll you have?”
“Red wine if you’ve got it.”
“Of course. I even have the organic wine with no sulfates, just for you.”
“Hey, thanks, man.”
Yancy poured some deep red wine into a stemmed glass and handed it to Micah. “Want me to introduce you around?”
“Naw. Let me wander a little.”
“Okay, but no hiding.”
“Just want to get the lay of the land.”
Yancy clinked his glass to Micah’s. “I’m more concerned about Micah getting laid.”
He looked around the room. “What about rubbers? Are these guys using them?”
Yancy grinned. “I hand them out by the barrelful.” He reached in his pocket and, true to his word, produced a string of six condoms. “I want you to use every one.”
Micah laughed, and his cock did its happy dance just at the thought. “No worries.”
He sipped his wine and walked over to the door to the patio and looked out. Wow. Heaters surrounded the huge pool, and men took full advantage, skinny-dipping in the blue water. Bare asses ran along the pool deck, and two guys fucked against the far edge of the deep end while two other guys looked on with their cocks completely erect. Whoa. He needed some of that action. He really did.
He’d taken one step out when he caught a glimpse of a person walking by him in the dining room. Was that a woman? One of his hands reached down and covered his cock, which was funny since at least ten guys outside were naked and Micah was fully clothed. He turned and saw the skirt move into the kitchen. Good grief. Was it someone from the caterer? What could she possibly think of this orgy? She probably went in the kitchen to escape through the back door.
No way he was going to get naked with a woman hanging around. He wanted to see if she was gone. He skirted a group of chatting guys, and one man grabbed his arm.
“Hey, you looking for me?”
The man was tall, clean-cut, and really good-looking. Micah tried to remember how to flirt. “I could be. I just have to get something in the kitchen.”
“Well, don’t forget where I am, okay, handsome?” The guy leaned over and pecked Micah’s lips with his own. It had
