One
I was rich, I was gay and I was very, very bored.
Until I discovered “Artisan Getaways”, a very discrete name for an agency that organized bespoke roleplay orgies all over the world.
The agency wasn’t about bondage, dungeons or club experiences. Rather they created elaborate period pieces with real people and lots of shameless fucking. They had events for every sexual orientation, but I was obviously interested in the ones for only guys.
In the US they hosted a twenties gangster adventure, a cowboy experience, a Civil War roleplay and many more. Although these events were held on a regular basis, there were also international ones that took place only four times a year.
Getting into one of the overseas adventures was both costly and an exercise in patience, as they had waiting lists that couldn’t be circumvented. Word of mouth from AG regulars, however, assured that they were most definitely worth the wait.
Out of all the scenarios available, I found the Ancient Rome offering the most appealing. I’d waited for a long time and it was finally my turn.
AG was highly sophisticated and had its own encrypted app. Sign up, payment, waiting list management and location navigation was all done through a single easy-to-use interface.
The moment I arrived in Italy, I was picked up from the airport and taken to a luxury Boutique Hotel for the first night.
A doctor with perfect English visited my room to verify my STD test results. AG was a stickler for customer safety. I had of course taken my own additional measures.
In the evening, a reservation had been made for all six participants to have dinner together and get to know each other before the actual “party” the next day.
All of the paying customers were in their forties and fifties and weren’t very attractive… except for a guy who was seemingly my age, early thirties. There was something intriguing about him, and I felt strangely drawn to his presence.
Six local male escorts had been hired to make the scenario more authentic… and undoubtedly more enjoyable. The guys were all in their mid twenties and absolutely gorgeous. I’d already picked two I definitely wanted to fuck if the opportunity presented itself.
They had gone through the same rigorous testing procedure as the rest of the participants and we were able to see the results on our apps, although we were not provided with their ID info, for obvious reasons.
The dinner went well and everyone made polite conversation, despite the fact that nobody revealed their name. It was obvious that we were all a bit nervous, considering we were going to fuck each other the next day.
Towards the end of the evening, one of the paying customers who had a drink too many was trying to convince an escort to join him in his room. The AG coordinator responsible for our group, kindly reminded him of the agency’s guidelines and warned that further inappropriate behavior would lead to expulsion from the event.
I honestly appreciated their professionalism, it gave me confidence that the party itself would also be strictly supervised for unacceptable infractions on the agency’s comprehensive code of conduct.
The good food and wonderful drink, the amazing Italian vibes and the anticipation of the things to come allowed for a restful sleep that ended in lust-filled dreams.
