It was a loincloth. But not an ordinary loincloth, which passes between the legs and covers the genitals, with maybe some cover of the ass. No, this loincloth just had a front. No back. So it covered my dick and balls but anyone with any eyesight could see them clearly behind the one strip of leather. So I put it on and exited.
This the ladies liked. I was fondled, the unmarried lady kissed my thighs. My dick was now at full mast, my balls hanging low, and the ladies admired my package, my junk, whispering sexy things into my ear and groping me like I was the first dick they every touched. For some of them it could well have been their first cock in a while. After minutes of this, I could take no more. I exited.
I searched for costume four and it was a little hard to find. It was what is called a posing pouch. But this one was see through. It hid very very little. I put it on, my dick pressing it outward, and went back into the living room.
The ladies were now in full throttle. They pawed me and kissed me all over. My Mom’s single friend licked my asshole. Two others kissed my package, one sucking my balls, the other sucking my dick deep into her mouth. The other lady waited her turn, then showed me her deep throat technique. The pouch was pushed to the side because the rules were they were not to strip me. They didn’t, but they did most everything else.
I’m only human. I came. The cum covered all of them, I made sure of that. Then, the moment of the night. My Mom, who had been simply watching, starting kissing and licking me on the chest and moved downward slowly but surely. She put my dick, still covered with jizz, in her mouth and sucked me until I was hard again. The others cheered. Then she popped off and left me to the other four, who this time took turns riding it and sucking my ball sack. Ecstasy.
But I still had costume five to wear. And back I went. There was a collar for a tuxedo and cuff links on abbreviated sleeves. I figured it out soon enough. I was to serve them and I was to wear nothing over my dick and balls.
Their first surprise was a razor, warm water and shaving cream. They wanted to see me hairless. And they went to town. Done this before and the problem is, as the pubes return, they itch like crazy. But these ladies shaved my balls, my ass and gave me plenty of kisses to thank me. Not to brag, but all together I came four times. And that fourth one was a bear, but the ladies were persistent. And thankful as they said their good nights.
The next morning there was an envelope on my dresser. It said College Fund on the front. Inside, not $500 but $1000. I had earned a nice tip. My mother later told me they were well pleased and might want individual visits. Would I do it again? Don’t know. But it beats earning $1000 stocking shelves at the local grocery store, that’s for sure.