My biggest fantasy is this:

My partner (who I don’t currently have) tells me he’s hosting a party, a get together, some close male friends. I get excited, I ask if I should prepare dips, snacks etc. he says, no, he has all that covered. In fact, he says, YOU will be the snack. He says that I’m not allowed to come out of the bedroom for the duration.

I’m a little hurt obviously, well if you don’t want me there, that’s fine, I’ll make myself scarce. Nope, he says, you’ll be there, you just have to stay in the bedroom.

What the hell, I say. I get a little upset - it hasn’t dawned on me yet - but he gets firm, and says I’ll do as i’m told. He needs to provide some entertainment and relief to his friends, he says. He’ll be telling them to come horny, and whenever any of them, including him, wants to let off a little steam, sort of the equivalent of a sexual ‘bathroom break’, he’s going to casually suggest to them to come through to the room and fuck me. Or get blown, or whatever they want.

My ears perk up. Well, I say, couldn’t I just be out and mingling in my own way throughout the night? No, he replies, I want you to be in the room, naked, on the bed, waiting for whoever comes in and to service whatever they need. There will be no condoms, all his friends are on prep and I must be ready to take as many loads as the evening provides, with no complaint and no denial.

They will just come in, fuck my round muscular ass, or my mouth, cum in or on me, and then just politely excuse themselves and head back into the party.

Some of my friends, he says, i know for a fact, can cum multiple times in an evening, and he thinks it will naturally ‘lighten the vibe’ if they can let off some steam and dump a load or two.

Lube and some cloths will be available by the door, and there will be some low lights on (he knows I love seeing who is fucking me and their facial expressions when they cum) but it’s not for a social hangout - I’m there to service his pals as often as they want. I’m by no means the center point of the evening, I’m the equivalent of the deck of cards or the board game to play with - used, and then moved on from to other things.

I’m so excited by this. Sure, there might be long stretches where I’m just by myself, hearing the evening progress outside, but once in a while the door will open and I’ll get some horny guy will wander in, probably a bit drunk or a bit high, and they’ll unzip their pants, pull out a thick cock, and just grab my hips and slide in. They won’t care about my pleasure, it’ll be entirely for them, just thrusting into me until with a loud grunt, and a deep push, they’ll empty their balls into me, pulsing warmness flooding my insides, then stand up, clean off, and head back out, a little more chilled, a little more relaxed, leaving my dripping hole and a happy me.

As the evening progresses, they won’t even need lube anymore, the cum from the previous visitors will do the trick, and they can just slide right in, cum nice and deep and head back out into the party. My jaw might hurt a little, ass covered in cum, but the important thing is, he says, is that his friends feel taken care of and that they have a nice time.

Don’t forget, he reminds me, that you are to ask nicely for them to cum, reminding them that I really do want them to fuck me to completion and that I should make them feel as comfortable as possible, and be as servile as possible in asking my visitors to cum deep inside, or down my throat, or over my face or ass. It’s really about their needs.

And maybe, he says, he might pop in too, just to make sure I’m doing my job. Maybe when I’m getting fucked, he’ll just take his lovely big prick and push it into my mouth and enjoy my tongue and lips while I’m getting pounded in the other end.

Needless to say, I tell him I’m thrilled for the opportunity to help his friends have a great time. I’m surprised I haven’t heard of such a thing before, and I’m sure his parties will be well attended once folks know there’s a special bit of extra entertainment available.