Those of you who know my stories will know that what follows is gay erotica. It is fiction and has all come out of my imagination or from suggestions gleaned in my own research. It might involve minors and might also involve some bondage style issues. This story also includes some bi-sexual activity. If this is not to your tastes then please leave now. If it is not legal, or you are not of legal age to access this type of material where you are then please leave now.
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Birthday Dare
Chapter 28
I was still relaxing, enjoying the flow of Vivaldi's seasons when the first of the other guests started to arrive. They were the three girls who were going to stay overnight with Carrie and they had arrived a little earlier than the intended start time in order to get their bags and all stowed away before any others got there. After Carrie had taken them through to wherever they were going to sleep, she brought them back to the lounge and turned off Vivaldi.
"Hey, I was enjoying that and still have a season to get through." I complained.
"Well, it is my party and we aint having none of that crap on." Carrie said.
"Okay, but don't call it crap, it's stood the test of time and is still around. And I reckon it will still be around when today's popular songs are dead and buried." I protested.
"Yeah well we will probably also be dead and buried by that time and so it will not worry us." Meg said. Meg had turned 17 just before Mike's birthday which made her the oldest teen who was at the sleepover. However there was less than nine months between the oldest and the youngest at that sleepover.
"We might be dead but I doubt it. Look back over the last ten years. Very few of the songs that have made it into the top forty charts are still around today, but a lot of the older songs are still with us. And if Carrie's dad is speaking the truth, which I believe he is, there is a lot of classical music that has been around for hundreds of years and is still enjoyed today, as I was doing before being rudely interrupted." I said the last part of that with a smile to show Carrie that I was not offended.
"What truth am I speaking?" Kevin asked from the lounge. I had not noticed him enter the room and felt a little embarrassed.
"Err, uhm, I was just speaking about how the classical music has survived, but because I have only just discovered it today, I had to use your credentials for the fact I was giving." I answered.
"Ah, I see. Steve, you and I are going to get along famously while these heathens are going to flounder in the cacophony they call modern music and find that they have nothing to show for it in a few years." Kevin put his adult stamp of approval on what I had been saying.
"Ah dad, you just need hearing aids and then you will be able to hear and appreciate what good music really is." Carrie taunted.
"No, it will because I have had to listen to the cat fights emanating from your room for too long that I might need those hearing aids." Kevin countered.
The conversation was ended there as some more of Carrie's guests arrived and we began to move into party mode. The main lights were turned off leaving just some subdued lighting in the corners of the rooms and Carrie put on some of her choice of music, which was what I had been listening to most of my teen life, but now I found that I was not enjoying it as much as I had before I discovered classical. Okay! I know I had heard classical music before, but I had not discovered it and having it play while I sat and drank a beer is what brought home to me how beautiful it is. I did discover as I listened to more that, like everything, there were some elements that were not to my taste and some composers I would steer clear of. And I would not ditch modern music either as again there was some that I actually really liked and enjoyed.
At least with the arrival of some more of the guests I was not the only guy there and I did not feel as intimidated as I had been with just the four girls who were also going to be sleeping over surrounding me in a conversation about the longevity of classical music. With the music going and the low lighting Carrie wanted a dance and I was the one she picked on first. It was her party and I wanted her to have a good time and so did not hesitate to lead her onto the "dance floor" to get the party going. We had been dancing for about half the song before another couple joined us and that was it for the rest of the song. I noticed Anne heading towards the music station about the same time the other couple joined us on the floor and I presume the next choice was hers. It was a good choice because it was the old Beatles song `I want to hold your hand' and as has been discovered at many parties since the Beatles began their recording career it succeeded in getting a number of the couples up onto the floor to dance. While we were dancing to that number I noticed some other guests arriving and so whispered in Carrie's ear that others had arrived and suggested that perhaps she should go and greet them before another dance. This got me off the hook before any slow music came on which I was expecting with the group of girls who were staying over and their antics.
This gave me the opportunity to go and get something to drink and have a few snacks as I was getting quite hungry. While in the dining room putting some snacks onto a paper plate I got into a conversation with some of the others who had come to the party. While they had not been at either mine or Mike's or Tim's I had met them somewhere else and remembered them so it was not too hard to get a conversation going. We chatted about some events that had occurred in our area and then one of them asked, "You usually hang out with Mike, but I have not seen him tonight?"
"No, Mike is in hospital. He had an operation and has got an infection. But he should be home in a couple of days." I said.
"Shame, poor bugger. And to have it happen during the holidays. He can't even get off school as a compensation for the pain." One of the girls in the group added.
"I guess he is still in school." Someone else asked.
"Yeah, we both are. Will be for a while longer yet as we both intend on going to uni as well." I put in for good measure.
"Hey are you one of the guys that had a party at some beach cabin?" I got asked.
"Yeah, that was my birthday." I replied.
"So did you enjoy your blowjob then?" another question.
"How did you know about that? No wait you overheard a whisper from the other side of the park or something?" I said.
"Something like that. So have you fucked her yet?" The conversation was getting personal.
"That would be telling. Especially as we are not dating." I evaded answering the question.
I was rescued from more questioning by one of the girls grabbing the guys hand and tugging him back through to the lounge for a dance. I think I was probably glowing bright red and would have looked like the arrival of an emergency vehicle if I had gone back into the lounge right away so I went through the kitchen and out into the back yard for a quick bit of fresh air and calming down. A couple of minutes later I went back in and was grabbed by Judith who claimed it was her turn to dance with me.
"I did not know that there was a rota for dancing." I said rather tongue in cheek and she just smiled.
"Well if you had looked after your friends better and they were here for the sleepover too then we could be a bit more spread out, but as you are one of the few unattached guys here tonight you are at the top of the entertainment list." Judith told me. We danced that dance and then another Beatles number was played. This time it was "Hey Jude" and Judith pulled me in close so that her hip was grinding against my package and of course started it to rise. I had expected this, and so was not surprised but had thought it would not start till a bit later in the evening. Judith was leading me without me realising it and she edged me to the darkest part of the dance area and then whispered in my ear, "I think you are getting a bit uncomfortable, but I will help you out." At least this time her whisper was that and with the music it is unlikely that anyone overheard her. But the next thing she had lifted my shirt tail and slid her hand down inside my jeans and was trying to turn my cock so that it pointed upwards. It was a bit of a struggle but she got there in the end; however, she did not take her hand out right away and when she did she brought it straight up to her mouth and licked it. I realised then that I must have been leaking some pre-cum and began to worry that I might start to show a damp spot.
Fortunately that song came to an end and I was able to make the excuse that I needed to go for a pee to get away from her and get calmed down a bit. I was glad that I had chosen to wear my shirt hanging loose instead of tucked in so that it hung over my bulge and no one could really see that I was erect. Knowing that the main bathroom would probably be queued at, I snuck through to my room for the night and made use of my private facility.
As I was coming out of the little bathroom Kevin stepped into my room. He had few cd's in his hand and he put them down in my table. "Sorry I didn't realise you were in here or I would have knocked first. I selected a few classical composers for you to try if you want. You can borrow these for as long as you want but I would like them back at some stage please."
"Thank you very much. I think I shall enjoy listening to them." I responded.
"My pleasure, young man. I will be sitting outside the front now that the music is advertising a party going on to make sure we don't get any uninvited guests so if you need a chat come on out for a bit." Kevin offered.
"Thank you. I might need to take you up on that offer as I think I might need to disappear occasionally to survive the evening." I said.
"With the arch whisperer and her cronies I rather thought you might." Kevin said smiling and we left my room to go back to our posts. Kevin to stand guard and me to be the pleasure pole for a bunch of girls who seemed to be unable to get or keep a boyfriend at party time.
No sooner had I stepped back into the lounge than Meg had her arms around me and was rocking me from side to side into the middle of the dance floor. She had captured me by surprise and once on the floor there was little I could do but go with the flow which included inducing more flow from me as she worked my cock much the same way that Judith had. I could not use the need to pee excuse so soon after my dance with Judith and so ended up doing three songs with Meg before Anne cut in and I was kind of forced to stay there dancing some more and having my cock worked some more too. Three dances later and I was scared that I might cum and so told Anne that I needed to get a drink because all the dancing had made me perspire enough to need it topped up.
I got a bottle of coke and piled a plate with some eats and then headed out the front to see Kevin.
"Didn't know if you needed anything but got some eats. Do you want me to get you a drink?" I asked. Kevin had two chairs and a little garden table set up as if he expected to have some company while he kept a watch on the gate.
"Thank you Steve. Yes a coke would be nice thanks." Kevin answered and put my coke down and went back inside to get one for Kevin. Returning to him I sat down and picked up some crisps to nibble on.
"Going getting a bit hard in there is it?" Kevin asked.
"In more ways than one." I said and then realised who I had said it to; but it was too late to pull it back.
Kevin chuckled. "That is why I invited you to join me out here if you needed it. I knew you would be the centre of attention for that group of girls as none of them have an active boyfriend at the moment and judging by the whispers I can't help but hear I think I know why. The guys are all too bloody scared."
"Or gay." I said and realised that by doing that I had just outed myself to Kevin.
"Yes, there is that too, but not all the guys these girls know are gay. More's the pity because I think an accident is almost certainly bound to happen and a bun will be in the oven before the dough has risen enough." Kevin confided in me.
"If I tell you something do you promise you will not let Carrie know that I told you or that you even know it?" I asked.
"With most guys I would never make a promise of that nature, but I feel I can trust you and that you will be honest with me. So yes, I promise." Kevin answered.
"A little while back Carrie and I were having a coffee after a movie while we waited for the time for you to pick her up. I told her that I was willing to be a friend to her but that I could not see it going any further than just being good friends and that because of that I would never try to get inside her pants. Carrie's answer to me was that I would never be successful unless we had got married because she wanted to keep something to give to her husband that she could only give once. I believe Carrie really meant that and will keep to it. There have been opportunities for her to lose her virginity but I believe she still has her V plates." I told Kevin.
Kevin did not say anything for a long while and then he expelled some air through his lips in a slow rumble. "Well of all the things I might have thought you were going to tell me, it was not that. But you have made me a happy man because I believe we have brought our daughter up with a sound knowledge of good morals and values and what we have heard being bandied about in those roaring whispers has made us very concerned. With you permission I would like to share this revelation with my wife on the same terms as you have shared it with me, please?"
"If it will bring some peace of mind and renew your pride in your daughter who is a very nice and beautiful person then I would like that." I gave my permission, "And I had better head back into the lioness' den now."
Back inside the house I was almost immediately accosted by Carrie who demanded that I dance with her. Once we were moving in time to the slow beat of the music and I could feel the camel toe of her pelvis pushing up against my hardening cock she asked me what I had been talking to her father about.