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House Party
Brad Masters was pissed off. At the start of the evening, everything seemed set for the biggest and best house party of the year. Over a hundred students from his high school had converged on his family's large home in the suburbs: built on the high bank of the river, it afforded great views and was far enough away from other homes that he could make as much noise as he liked, which made it the ideal place for a party. Brad knew it had cost his parents well over two million dollars, but that wouldn't stop him from throwing the wildest party he could. Everything was perfect: there was alcohol enough for everyone, no matter how high their tolerance, to get trashed several times over, the guy-girl ratio looked to be close to 2 to 1, and everyone was pumped that end of semester exams were finally over.
As he stepped over the prone bodies of his passed out school friends, he reflected on exactly when this party had become a failure. He could probably trace it all the way back to this morning's swim practice, where his coach had sprung the news that Brad and one or two of the other swimmers had been chosen to represent the school at the national level. The catch was, their new training regimen meant no alcohol for the next three weeks. Brad almost had an apoplexy when he heard that: the party was that night, and there was no way to cancel so late.
"Yep," he said to himself over the snores of drunken teenagers, "Right then, that was when this evening fucked up."
He gazed enviously around the room at the sleeping partygoers. He had been forced to sit and watch while they had fun, got drunk, and acted like idiots all night long, while he sipped at a Coke. However, he couldn't deny it was somewhat entertaining to see them all stumbling around like morons, babbling incoherently, and it wasn't as if he hadn't had any fun. There had been skinny dipping in his large lap pool, making out in the spa, spin the bottle in the lounge room and truth or dare in the living room, all of which he had been part of. Thinking about it that way, he realized that the real moment the party turned from awesome to a drag was when god-damn Janey stormed off in a huff, taking half of the girls with her.
Janey Holden was Brad's girlfriend of three months, but after tonight he doubted she would even speak to him again. Not that Brad gave a damn about her anymore anyway, but she was popular with the other girls, and that would mean he would have to work extra hard to get with them.
Pacing idly through the house, Brad counted about thirty people passed out in various degrees of nakedness. He noticed with interest that Jeni's breasts were bigger than Em's, but Em had better curves. His eyes passed briefly over the guys, none of whom had managed to keep their shirts on for more than five minutes after entering the house, (f they came with them at all) and noted with satisfaction that none of them had the same level of ab definition as he did, although Jason came close. Making a mental note to fit some more crunches into his workout, Brad reclined on a plush, soft chair and thought more about the fight with Janey.
She had arrived about an hour later than everyone else, wanting to make an entrance as usual. Even though he couldn't drink, Brad had quickly hooked her up with a couple of tequila shots, her favorite party pastime. He assumed that things would just flow from there, culminating in him taking her back to his bedroom and showing her exactly how horny he was. But for some reason she wasn't into that tonight. Brad knew she had some weird hang ups about sex, not wanting to have it all the time in case it became meaningless or whatever, but come on, he hadn't fucked her for over two weeks because she'd promised tonight would be special. What's more, being in a constant state of anticipation, he hadn't wanted to relieve the pressure in case he was given the go ahead at the last minute. So for two long weeks, this stud had been massively, ragingly horny. Tonight was just the straw the broke the camel's back. She had made out with him for a while, and gotten him really hot, but then stepped away. 'I think I should make you wait a little longer before you get this, boy' she snickered, and her girlfriends tittered behind her. After that, he vaguely remembered getting pissed, and her slapping him before turning her back and marching out the door, followed by a gaggle of sympathetic girls.
Now, after the party, sitting on the one chair that did not have a passed out teen sprawled across it, Brad was hornier than ever. He couldn't remember a time that he'd been so long without jacking off. He was dying to fuck someone, but who could he possibly do now? Everyone was totally out of it. He'd feel bad going down on one of the girls here even if she did wake up, and what kind of an ego boost would it be to fuck someone who were so drunk that they would've had sex with anything with a dick?
Jacking off would be his only option, but how could he do that with all these people in the house? There were guys and girls asleep in every room, even the bathroom, leaving nowhere for him to go. The shadow of an idea fell across his mind, and the corners of his mouth perked up into a slight smirk. What would be so wrong about jacking off here anyway? It wasn't like these assholes were going to wake up any time soon, and even if they did...well, that was just more of a thrill. Grinning, his heartbeat quickening, Brad slid his right hand down his bare, smooth chest and slipped his fingers under the waistband of his jeans. His other hand went running over his torso, thrilling at the taut muscles it found.
Reaching further down into his jeans, his right hand grasped his cock, and he was only mildly surprised to discover it was already rock hard. He figured it had been in a state of almost continuous erection for the past hour or so, and he could stand it no longer. Breathing deeply to calm his quickening pulse, he began to stroke his tool underneath the jeans. He jacked off slowly, sensually, for a few moments, relishing the feeling of his dick finally getting the attention it needed.
Suddenly, across the room, someone stirred. With a sharp intake of breath, Brad whipped his hand out of his pants and sat up, trying his best to make the very obvious boner disappear. One of the guys sleeping on the couch opposite to him sat up, looked around blearily, and slumped back into a deep sleep. Brad breathed a sigh of relief, which was quickly replaced with excitement. The feeling of being about to get caught had been such a turn on. His pulse began to beat faster again as he slipped his hand under the tight jeans once again, rubbing his stiff cock. With his other hand, he reached down and undid the button on the top of his jeans. He paused for a moment, considering the wisdom of what he was about to do. But only for a moment.
Slowly he unzipped his fly, exposing his tight black briefs. Using both hands, he pushed the jeans down and off completely, leaving him naked but for the underwear which did nothing to conceal his hard cock. He kicked off the jeans, not even caring that the fell on the chest of two randoms sleeping next to him. He was past caring if people woke up now: if anything, he hoped that he would be caught. Arching his back so that his tight butt was clear of the chair, he slipped his briefs off in one smooth motion and threw them across the room. Brad's heart was pounding. He had never been naked in his own living room before, let alone when there were about ten people asleep in the room. His cock stood straight up, for all the world to see, and it was a rush. Reclining in the chair, he threw one hand over his head to expose his body to the fullest, and with the other hand he grasped his dick and began to masturbate.
Try as he might, Brad could not compare this to any other jack off experience he had ever had. The cool breeze on his body, the feeling of being exposed, and the truly glorious sensation of finally satisfying his raging horniness. He jacked off slowly, relishing the experience, making sure it lasted as long as he could hold. His eyes fluttered closed as he continued to pump his hand up and down his long, hard shaft. He didn't know if it was minutes or seconds later when he heard a noise. He looked up and opened his eyes, still jacking off, and surveyed the room. Suddenly he froze: directly across the room from him, a brown-haired boy about his age was sitting, watching him with amusement.
Brad sat up, startled, and reached for his clothes. Too late he remembered tearing his shirt off in truth or dare, kicking his pants at a sleeping teen and throwing his underwear across the room. There wasn't even a cushion to cover himself up. Realizing this, he did the only thing he could think of: stood up and stared unflinchingly at the stranger. Brad knew he had a fantastic body, and a nice cock to go with it, and being naked in front of people had never been a problem for him. But these were uncharted waters, and he didn't know how the stranger would react. The boy had dark hair and dark eyes, a smooth tan complexion and an obvious swimmer's build. Brad knew he wasn't one of the swimmers from his school team, but that was beside the point right now. He needed to get defensive.
"What the fuck are you doing, coming in here and spying on me? You some kind of pervert?" Brad said angrily.
The boy merely smiled. "Now, let's not be throwing insults like that about. After all, I just came and sat down here...' he paused, grinning, "but you were the one putting on the show."
Brad glared at him, but couldn't think of any way to respond to that. He was painfully aware of the fact that his cock was still protruding very obviously from his lap. The other boy picked up a pair of black briefs from the floor next to him and said playfully: 'Who do you suppose these belong to?'
Throwing caution to the wind, Brad, stood up and strode across the room to where the dark haired boy sat and snatched the briefs from him. But he was loath to put them on again when he still hadn't got off yet. And there was something about the way the stranger was looking at him. Who the hell was this guy?
"Who are you, anyway? I don't know you."
The stranger smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry for letting myself in, but the door was wide open knocking didn't seem to do anything. I'm a friend of Rachel Warben, here to pick her up. Seems she's passed out though, and she'll probably be more comfortable here, sleeping with her head on that guy's crotch," he chuckled.
"My name's Aaron, incidentally."
Brad, who had been gazing down at his crotch trying to get up the self control to loose his erection and put the briefs on, looked up sharply.
"Aaron? Rachel's' gay friend?"
The stranger smiled again.
"Well, of course 'Aaron-Rachel's-gay-friend' is my full name," he commented dryly. "But you can call me Aaron."
Brad thought for a moment. OK, the guy was gay, so that explained the way he was looking at Brad. He hadn't recognized it, but of course he'd seen guys he knew looking at girls this way. He was being checked out, though quite subtly. Normally Brad would have responded with verbal abuse, followed by getting the hell out of the guy's vicinity, but he was so horny now that new possibilities began to enter his mind. He smirked at Aaron.
"So, gay, huh? Yeah, now that I think of it, you do give off that vibe."
Without missing a beat, Aaron shot back, "And yet, you're the one standing in front of me with your dick ten centimeters from my face."
Brad chuckled. "So," he asked casually, "You like what you see?"
"As it happens, I was enough of a gentleman to avert my eyes. I didn't see anything."
As he said this, it struck Brad that Aaron had been looking him directly in the eyes for their whole conversation. He was surprised at the self control: if he'd been talking to a naked chick, his gaze would be certainly not be centered on her face, if it came to rest at all.
Without breaking eye contact, he said, "Do you want to look?"
"Do you want me to look?" Aaron was smiling playfully at him. Brad wondered briefly if this was what it felt like to flirt with a guy, but said nothing. Aaron waited, and when it was clear Brad wasn't talking, he slowly and deliberately moved his eyes down Brad's taut, muscular torso, taking in his hard pecs and smooth sexy abs, then onwards to rest on his hard cock, now resting about seven centimeters from Aaron's face.
"Do you want something from me, Brad?"
The question surprised him for a second. Yes, he realized, he did want something. He wanted this guy to suck his cock. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything. He wanted it so bad he wouldn't have cared if he had to do it in front of the whole school assembly. Quivering slightly with anticipation, he asked: "Will you suck me?"
As an afterthought he added: "Please."
Aaron seemed to be considering this for a moment.
"No," he said. "No, that's not how you go about it. Don't be so polite. You don't ask me for anything, you tell me exactly what you're going to do to me and then you fucking do it whether I'm willing or not. Now come on and dominate me like the stud you are."
Brad was taken aback. He stood still for a few seconds, wondering what he should do. Fortunately, his sex drive kicked in at just the right moment. Roughly grabbing the back of Aaron's neck, he said in his most authoritative voice:
"Suck my dick, bitch."
With that, he forced his raging erection into Aaron's hot mouth.
The moment Aaron's lips touched his cock, Brad felt him begin to respond enthusiastically. His hands shot out and began rubbing Brad's abs while his tongue excitedly lavished attention on the throbbing dick. Brad moaned loudly, not caring at all now if he woke the whole damn house. Aaron's mouth felt so fucking good, and it was clear the boy was only just beginning the job. He took Brad's cock into his mouth and sucked hard, pumping up and down on the shaft. But after only a few moments, he pulled away and began licking the head of Brad's meat, swirling his tongue around the tip, providing entirely new sensations.
Thoroughly turned on, Brad started to slowly thrust his hips back and forward, pushing his hard dick in and out of Aaron's waiting mouth. In answer, Aaron slid fluidly from the chair he was sitting in until he was kneeling in front of Brad, closer and more able to access the object of his desire. Brad reached around and placed his hands on the back of Aaron's head, pulling him nearer and pushing more of his long cock into Aaron's mouth. The other boy responded by grabbing Brad's tight ass with his hands and pulling him forwards. Brad felt his hard dick encounter resistance, then slide further in as Aaron expertly slackened his throat muscles and took the cock in deep.
Within moments, Brad's chest was pressed almost completely up against Aaron's head. Brad moaned with the pleasure of having Aaron wrapped around the entirety of his cock, before slowly starting to rock back and force, fucking Aaron's face. The pace began to quicken, with both boys moving to thrust Brad's dick in and out of Aaron's mouth. Brad was moaning and gasping continuously, almost without breathing, so intense was the pleasure he felt. He could tell that Aaron was also moaning with pleasure, even though the sound was stifled by his mouthful of meat.
Fuelled by lust and feeling wild, Brad grabbed Aaron's neck and pulled him up onto his feet. Reaching up, he grabbed Aaron's thin black shirt and tore it to pieces, revealing smooth, rippling muscles beneath. Moving quickly, he reached down and slipped off Aaron's jeans, letting the other boy's own erection spring to full mast. Aaron smiled in appreciation before grabbing Brad's shoulders roughly and bending down to run his tongue over the boy's chest. Brad, having never thought of his nipples and surrounding areas to be a sensitive area, was shocked at how good it felt. He let Aaron lick his chest for several minutes, allowing the boy to explore every inch of his perfect torso with his mouth, before pulling him back up.
Spinning around, he pushed Aaron over onto his back and immediately straddled the boy's chest, his cock hovering centimeters from Aaron's face. Hungrily the boy craned his neck up and devoured the waiting cock. Brad grabbed the back of Aaron's neck to hold his head up and began sliding in and out, moaning in ecstasy. After a moment's though, he reached behind him with his other hand and started jacking Aaron off. The other boy answered by sucking Brad's cock even more enthusiastically. Aaron's hands were everywhere: massaging Brad's abs, grasping his ass to pull him closer, holding his hips as they gyrated back and forth, and reaching down to occasionally rub his own hard dick.
Suddenly Aaron grabbed Brad's legs and rolled, sending them both spiraling to one side. Brad saw that now he was lying on his back with Aaron still servicing his cock from above: the shaft had never left his eager mouth. Now Aaron was in control, and Brad loved it. Alternating between fast pumps and slow, hard sucks, Aaron sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brad's entire body. Brad was past groaning now, almost screaming out at each thrust. It felt like nothing he'd ever experienced: it was like having a girl ride his cock but so many other sensations like the darting movements of Aaron's tongue and the massaging technique of his hand brought this experience above and beyond anything that a girl could do. The pace sped up, and Brad knew he and Aaron were both rocketing towards the climax.
Brad was torn between desperately wishing this would never end and a deep longing for that final, blissful release. Of course, he opted for the blissful release. He wrapped his naked legs around Aaron's slender shoulders, spurring the boy to increase his sucking and pumping, faster, harder, more intensely than ever before. Brad felt the cum building at the base of his cock, as roiling waves of heat washed over him. Aaron lifted his mouth up, up, up, and cleared the top of Brad's cock head. He hovered there for no more than a second before plunging back down, sending a shock of pleasure through Brad before resuming his even faster pumping. Brad yelled out as he felt the juice surging up his shaft, and managed to say "I'm gonna..." before it blasted out with the force of a bullet. Load after load of hot cum shot into Aaron's mouth, forcing him to pull his head up and off Brad's shaft. But Brad was nowhere near finished: two weeks worth of abstinence pulsed out of him, shooting loads high into the air to come splattering down on both the boys. Aaron quickly wrapped his hand around Brad's dick and resumed pumping, causing a geyser of cum to flow out, shooting up into his face and over his hands.
Brad reckoned he must have been cumming for close to a minute before the final drops of cum spurted out, wracking his body with the pleasure of ejaculation. He was breathing hard, like he had just run a marathon, but was completely unaware of anything other than savoring the pleasure of that final explosion. He lifted his head and saw Aaron kneeling in front of him, still holding the erect cock in his right hand. Cum was splattered all over Aaron's face and clothes, and drops of the boy juice were dripping from his mouth. Aaron was also breathing heavily, seemingly in a daze.
Brad immediately felt guilty about not giving Aaron proper warning. "Dude, sorry, I should have..." His voice trailed off as Aaron reached up and scraped a trail of cum off his face. He looked at it, then grinned, and licked his finger vigorously. Brad watched in awe as Aaron licked every drop of cum off his face and hands, clearly relishing the taste. Next, he bent over and lapped up the pooling juices that had splattered on Brad's chest. Turned on, Brad rubbed his hand idly over his own chest, collecting his cum, before holding the hand out to Aaron. Smirking, the boy lapped the juice off Brad's hand.
Suddenly Aaron's face was centimeters from Brad's. "May I?" he whispered hoarsely, and without waiting for an answer he delicately licked a stray strand of cum from its resting place on Brad's lips. Smiling, Aaron moved back down to Brad's still-hard cock. It glistened with the cum that coated it from tip to balls. Slowly, Aaron lowered his mouth over Brad's cock, gently sucking off the juice. Brad gasped as Aaron's tongue touched his super-sensitive cock head, but though it was intense the feeling was not painful. It was a different kind of pleasure, and Brad lay back and luxuriated in the feeling. When he was finished, Aaron straightened up and wiped the cum stains from his shirt. Brad laughed.
"Dude, that's gotta look soo suss. What'll your parents say?"
Aaron chuckled. "Hell, they've seen me in worse states. I came home from a party once with my shirt ripped to shreds but somehow still clinging to my body, cum in my hair and some guy's phone number written on my abs along with the words 'Mate, you have a hot piece of ass. Call me for another good fucking.' After that, this won't even make them bat an eyelid."
Brad howled with laughter. "Fuck, man, you have the best family." They both laughed quietly for a bit, becoming more aware of the fact that the room was still full of people who had, miraculously, not been disturbed at all by the loud and drawn out blowjob.
Brad sighed. "Thanks so much dude, that was incredible. Fucking awesome. You're like some kind of sucking god."
Aaron snickered. "You think so? Well, I've always thought that before one puts their faith in any kind of deity, they should test it. Over...and over...again."
Brad chuckled. "Hell yes..." he said, and yawned.
Aaron glanced over and noticed Brad stretching and sighing, clearly about to fall asleep. "Oh yeah...def...I...fucking good...you...oh." Brad mumbled before lapsing into slumber. Reasoning it would be no good for Brad to be discovered naked in the morning, Aaron fished out the boy's briefs and slid them up his legs, lifting his taut butt off the floor to bring the briefs up over his hips. Unable to resist, he ran his hands over Brad's sexy body one more time before ducking out the door.
The next morning, Brad woke before anyone else. He was surprised to find himself lying in the living room with only a pair of black briefs covering his morning wood. Slowly the events of the last night rushed back to him, and he sighed as he remembered. His mind still on the awesome tongue work of the mysterious 'Aaron', Brad reached down and idly rubbed his hard dick through the briefs. He was surprised to feel a faint crumpling, like paper. Fishing inside his briefs, he found a piece of paper with an MSN address and a picture of a dick. Brad looked at the paper for a few seconds, then smiled, and tucked it back into his briefs.
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