Chapter 3: First BJ On Stage

We walked through the door with her in front. I saw the stairs appeared to lead to an area behind the podium with a curtain blocking the view. Beth put her hand on the curtain and prepared to pull it back.

“OK, last chance to back out. You ready?”

Suddenly I felt a surge of panic. God, my hair! What about my makeup - or lack of it? I was dressed like a slob. Did I shave this morning? (Yes I did, by the way, but I was too anxious to remember). Was this all some dream and I would suddenly wake up?

“Good grief, quit fussing with your hair ... you look great!” Beth encouraged me as she pulled the curtain back and basically presented me to the audience.

I stepped out, not quite sure what to expect. Would they applaud, cheer, or what? As it turned out, they did nothing - literally nothing. Suddenly the room was quiet - an almost church-like stillness. I quickly scanned the crowd in front of me. There must have been at least fifty people or more which was a LOT more than I’d expected based on the number of cars outside. Obviously there had been some serious carpooling!

Time seemed to move in slow motion as I looked around and took in the rest of the sanctuary. It looked like something out of a museum photo. Ancient hard wood pews with no pads, cracked stained glass windows, modest furnishings with everything plain and cheap. It WAS clean, though, and looked well cared for overall.

I was standing on a simple platform in the front where a single podium most likely resided in the center under normal circumstances but was now pushed over to the side. There were a couple of wooden folding chairs leaning against the back wall. The platform had a wood floor which could have used a new coat of varnish. In the middle, where the minister probably preached his weekly sermons was a twin-size mattress with a white fitted sheet covering it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to present the star attraction of the evening. Kelly is my best friend and favorite slut so let’s give her a hand,” Beth announced to the crowd.

Finally there was a response and everyone clapped softly, but still it seemed like it was more to be polite than enthusiastic. Hmmm, tough crowd! I assumed they all knew what was going to happen but from the way most of them looked at me, they seemed to be questioning whether or not I would have the nerve to go through with it. Most of them were men although maybe a dozen or so were women. They all looked to be in their twenties and thirties with a couple of older ones scattered here and there. Thank god there were no kids!

At first I just stood there, not quite sure what to do. After all, it’s not like this was something I had done before! My dreams usually skipped the introduction and started out with me already with the guy so I hadn’t even “practiced” this part mentally. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe how I was feeling!

Fortunately, Beth came to my rescue, reaching behind the podium, she pulled out a large picnic basket I hadn’t noticed until now. In the basket were a bunch of folded pink slips of paper with something written on them. She held the basket over my head and told me to pick out one of the slips. What else was I to do so I did as she told me and she took the slip immediately from me but not before I could see that it had a name written on it.

Instantly I had a pretty darn good idea of what was happening. Sure enough, Beth read the silently name and grinned, looking out over the crowd for a few seconds to increase the suspense. It suddenly seemed like some sort of erotic Price Is Right show.

“Roland!” she called out, “Come on down!”

A number of the guys looked visibly disappointed as a man towards the back whooped and jumped to his feet. He bounded up the center aisle and I could see he was maybe in his late twenties or thirties, dark brown hair that was just starting to recede slightly, tall and thin with a grin that now reached from ear-to-ear. All of these people were supposedly from Beth’s inner circle of sex party friends so I had no doubt that this wasn’t the first time he’d fucked someone in front of other people although I would have been willing to bet a lot he’d never done anything quite so blatant as this.

When Roland reached the stairs he turned around and faced the crowd, pumping his fist like he’d just won the lottery jackpot. Well, maybe in a way he had if I might be so bold to say.

Beth nudged me towards the mattress and then introduced me to Roland, as if we were meeting for a blind date or something. We even shook hands which made me feel a little funny to say the least. One thing I DID notice, he already had a bulge growing in his pants and it didn’t look like he endowed at the short end of the scale either.

“Well, are you two just going to stand there staring at each other or what?” Beth urged us on.

She certainly wasn’t wasting any time but then again, I suppose it was easier to just get going than to stand there hedging like two kids at their first school dance. Roland and I stared at each other and I shrugged my shoulders as if to say what the heck. He just grinned back, his smile seemed to be even broader, if that were possible.

Looking out at the crowd again, for a brief moment I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. Damn, I was really going to get laid in front of all these people - and in a church no less! At least someone had been thoughtful enough to bring in a mattress so I didn’t have do anything REALLY kinky like use the altar to fuck on. While some (ok, most) girls may have been intimidated at this point and backed down, they hadn’t been dreaming of such a moment for years as I had. Suddenly my resolve kicked in and I knew I wanted to do this it more than anything else (at least at the moment). I mean like, how many times had I already masturbated thinking about doing something like this and now it was actually about to happen!

With one last smile and a little wave to the crowd, Roland had my undivided attention. Not surprisingly, he seemed a little uncertain as to what to do now that he was actually with me. Taking the lead, I stepped up closer to him and started to go to work on his leather belt and zipper. He took my cue and helped me figure out the buckle such that before long I was pulling his jeans down to the floor along with his white jockey underwear (size 36 - the things you notice sometimes!).

As I expected, a very nice-sized penis sprung out from under his NASCAR T-shirt. Without a tape measure I had to guess but based on experience I would say he looked to be maybe seven or eight inches long, respectable in anyone’s book. He had one of those curved cocks that pointed back at him slightly as it stood up nice and erect like a rocket about to be launched. He was circumcised and definitely unshaven with an especially thick growth of black curly pubic hair around the base of his dick. Mmmmmmm, my kind of crotch!