This is a fictional piece of work based in homo-eroticism. If you are not of legal age, or if this type of content might offend you, please move onto something else. For everyone else, enjoy!
The ballroom was brightly lit, crystal chandeliers sparkling, Christmas trees dazzling, everything elaborately decorated for the season. A string quartet performed chamber music in the corner while catering servers circled the crowd, proffering trays of champagne and canapes to the multitude of guests, all of whom were flawlessly dressed in tuxedos or evening gowns, jewels sparkling, hair perfect. Everyone was tipsy, laughing and hanging onto one another, the onset of the midnight hour slowly inching forward, bringing with it the anticipation of the New Year.
Feeling overheated and uncomfortable and somewhat anxious, I had already removed my black tuxedo jacket some time ago; it lay rumpled on the back of a chaise lounge, along with my bow tie. The buttons of my shirt collar were undone, the cufflinks of my sleeves snapped open. I was standing with champagne in hand, only half-listening to the monotonous drawl of an old widow with bouffant hair and a diamond tiara who had far too much to say about absolutely nothing. She'd been bending my ear for quite some time, and although I was nodding and smiling at all of the appropriate intervals, I was no longer paying much attention to her. My eyes invariably scanned the room, searching for something.
A distraction.
For some unfathomable reason, I'd chosen to come to the party alone. Although there were several guests present that I was acquainted with, for the most part I was surrounded by strangers. I'd made the best of the situation so far by indulging in complimentary drinks and participating in conversations surrounding me - no matter how mundane or trivial the topics seemed to be. But boredom was swiftly sinking in, and I contemplated heading home despite the fact that midnight had not yet arrived.
Your entrance into the ballroom caught my attention instantly - a remarkable presence, an overwhelming sense of familiarity. Light hair, impish grin, striking blue eyes, an air of maturity and self-assuredness about you. You were in attendance with several people, men and women alike, who were engaged in a conversation clearly disinteresting to you; your face expressed an aloofness undetectable to most but glaringly obvious to me. You grabbed a glass of champagne and gulped half of it down, leaning against the wall with knee bent and polished shoe up - pretending to listen to your comrades but not interacting with them, your eyes swiftly scanning the crowd as if searching for something. A distraction, perhaps, just as I had been doing all evening.
Our mutual eye contact was instantly jolting. An endless stream of attraction spiraling between us.
We remained connected this way for what seemed an eternity, the room seeming to disappear, sights and sounds muted until it seemed the crowd consisted of only you and me. We were gripped in a steadfast gaze, an indescribable force of energy seizing us.
It had been a long time since I'd felt such an intense, immediate attraction to someone - and an even longer time since the feeling had been so earnestly reciprocated.
"Are you familiar with that type of situation, young man . . .?"
I returned my gaze to the bouffant widow. She was eyeing me quizzically, her pencil-drawn eyebrows lifted in inquiry. I had absolutely no idea what her discussion had been at that point. I shifted from one foot to the other, finishing the last drops of my champagne before replying, "Oh yes, ma'am." Immediately, I grabbed another flute of champagne from a passing tray.
The old woman smiled and said, "Well, I only wish that everyone could agree . . . "
I swiftly tuned her out again, returning my attention back to you. Miraculously, your gaze had not faltered from me, not even by a fraction. You deliberately allowed your tongue to linger on the rim of your champagne glass for a moment before you took a sip of the bubbly, sending a message of innuendo which traveled straight down to my groin. I shifted feet again, heat rising to my face, and remained focused on you, hoping my unwavering stare accurately expressed the arousal I felt.
You grinned and finished the champagne in your hand before setting it down on a nearby table. We continued to gaze at one another, soundless suggestions filtering through the music-drenched air. And then you excused yourself from your friends and meandered towards the large archway leading out of the room. Before exiting, you turned your head slightly to gaze at me - an invitation to follow unmistakable in your striking blue eyes.
I needed no further persuasion.
Apologizing for my abrupt departure to the bouffant widow, I swiftly grabbed my jacket and tie and pushed through the crowd, eager to catch up with you. At first you were nowhere to be seen, and I felt an odd surge of disappointment and anxiety flood through me. But then I spotted you, your tall, sturdy frame heading down a long hallway in the direction of the west wing of the manor, your gait confident, your hips swaying ever-so-slightly, your hands resting comfortably in the pockets of your black trousers.
Again, I pushed through the gathering of guests to follow you, my anticipation rising with every step, the stirring in my groin expanding. You never looked back, not even once, as though you were quite confident that I was behind you.
We wandered into the deep recesses of the manor, the bright lights eventually fading, the music and laughter of the party gradually dissipating until it was only you and me, our quiet footfalls on the polished red oak floor the only hint of our presence. I remained several yards behind, enjoying our little cat-and-mouse game and the continued rising anticipation of eventually catching up to you. Thoughts whirled through my head as we ambled on - visions of kissing you, of tasting you, of pushing you up against the wall and running my hands all over you.
It was not long before you disappeared down a darkened corridor, quickening your step until you vanished from view, sinking into the shadows as though your existence had been a mere fabrication of my mind.
I could feel my heart racing now. Could feel the blood pumping through my veins.
It was pure expectation - full of inexplicable desire.
Without warning, a hand sliced through the air and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me deep into the shadows, transporting me into a darkened half-bath. In an instant, your arms were embracing me, your lips brushing against my ear as you whispered, "Come here . . ."
With one swift kick, I slammed the door shut, dropping my jacket and tie to the floor to connect my lips to yours, drowning you in a deep kiss while your arms continued to envelop me; chest pressed against chest.
You smelled and tasted of cologne and champagne. The sensation of kissing you and touching you brought with it an instant erection, my cock pressed so tightly against my trousers that I was forced to adjust myself, my hand lingering on my bulge for a moment while we continued to kiss without reprieve.
All existence of time and space vanished. The darkness of the tiny room provided perfect quarters for our unfettered lust, the New Year's Eve party a million miles away.
As our tongues hungrily explored one another's mouths, I moved my hands up the length of your spine, crossing over your shoulders to travel down your torso, my fingers slithering inside your tuxedo jacket to clutch at your waist, pulling your hips closer to mine, feeling your erection stretching your own trousers.
I moved my hand down further to cup your constrained bulge, already marveling at your size, and then I firmly cupped your balls in one hand, drawing a moan from deep within you. You sucked fervently on my tongue as I continued to rub you. Then, unable to wait even a moment longer, I sank to my knees, greedily fumbling with the belt around your waist and the button and zipper of your pants, swiftly pulling your fly open and pushing your red boxer briefs down to allow your cock to spring free.
"Fuck . . ." I breathed, encircling the base of your shaft in my hand. You were of sizeable length and girth, uncut, with a sheen of pre-cum already moistening your piss-slit. Without pause, I licked the clear liquid away and rolled it around on my tongue, reveling in its salty flavor. Then I pushed your cock up against your belly and stooped lower to kiss and lick your ball sac, slowly sucking each testicle into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the warm, clammy skin, tasting the hint of sweat on each of them. Deeply, I inhaled your musky, masculine scent, brought to even higher arousal by it.
Your hand went to my head, your palm rubbing my scalp as you mumbled a long, drawn-out, "Uhhhhh . . ." all other words seeming to catch in your throat. I noticed you peering lustfully down at me, your lips slightly parted.
I guided your cock back to my lips and took you in, indulging in the sensation of being stretched open by such a glorious specimen. As I proceeded to swallow as much of you as I could, licking and flicking my tongue all around - my fingers lightly tugging on your balls - I heard you moan from deep within your throat. And as I looked up, I watched you paw at your bow tie, trying desperately to open your shirt, a couple of buttons popping off in the process to spill down across the travertine floor. I reached a hand up to slide across your belly, tracing the light treasure trail of hair, moving higher to pinch a nipple, pulling another moan from your lips.
Your hands rested on my head again, fingers sliding down to clutch at my ears as you instinctually moved your hips, taking up the gyrating rhythm of the moment, making it your own, pushing your cock deeper into my mouth until I felt the blunt head bump the back of my throat. I focused on staying relaxed but gagged anyway, my fingertips digging into your calves. You stayed pressed in for just a moment but then eased out, giving me opportunity to breathe. I continued to lick and suck around your cockhead, pressing my tongue under the ridge, my saliva covering you, my hand rapidly stroking your length.
It was not long before I noticed your balls start to rise up, your breath quickening, your hands gripping my head tighter. I knew that you were close, and at that moment there was nothing more I wanted than to taste your hot, salty cum streaming into my mouth.
I gripped your hip with one hand while my other hand struggled to unclasp my belt, fumbling through zipper and boxer briefs to pull my own cock out. But no sooner was my hard, dripping member in my hand than you were thrusting into me one last time, holding my head still as your dick exploded, waves of hot semen spraying out into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed and then pulled off to allow the remainder of creamy liquid to splatter across my lips and chin, my hand drawing one last squirt from your pulsing cock.
I licked you clean for a moment and then leaned back on my haunches to peer up at you. You were struggling to regain your composure, your jacket and bowtie removed, your shirt completely unbuttoned, a sheen of sweat covering your torso. I stood up and slid my wet mouth to yours, letting you taste yourself on my tongue - letting you lick the drops of cum from my chin.
Your hand slithered its way down to my exposed cock, your fingers skillfully gliding up and down my length, spreading the gathering precum. I moaned deep into your mouth and pressed you closer to me, feeling your still-hard cock massage against my own. You wrapped your hand around the girth of both of our shafts, the circumference too wide for your fingers to fully encircle. As you began to rub up and down, I thought that I might immediately lose control, reaching orgasm within an unprecedented amount of time. But I concentrated on not releasing just yet - wanting to enjoy the sensations for as long as possible, my fingers gripping my balls, my face moving down to nuzzle into your shoulder.
Suddenly, you released your hold on our cocks and sank down to the toilet, positioning yourself on the lid and pulling me closer, your fingers digging into my hips. "Need to taste you," you whispered hoarsely. The mere sound of your voice sent shivers racing through me. And as you guided me into your mouth, your hand gripping my base, I let out a long, low groan, every fiber of my being struggling to control my impending orgasm.
From far off, I heard voices raised in a numerical countdown. The midnight hour was upon us - a fact that only heightened the excitement of our rendezvous.
Your mouth continued to work its magic on my burgeoning erection, drawing me closer and closer to glorious release. I sifted my fingers through your hair as you began to suck me more rapidly, the sound of your wet mouth expertly sliding up and down on my cock reverberating throughout the small room. Your fingers gripped my testicles. Your other hand gripped me from behind, pulling me closer.
"Uhh, gonna cum..." I choked, wondering why I'd spoken it aloud, my cock exploding before I was even fully aware of it, thick ropes of my semen pouring out into your mouth and cascading down your throat. It seemed as though I shot for an eternity, waves of ecstasy coursing throughout my body, my toes curled up tight within my shoes, my head thrown back.
You swallowed every last drop of my ejaculation, your grip on my ass so tight that I could feel the imprint of each of your fingers through my trousers. After a moment, I realized that I was steadfastly gripping your hair as though about to pull it out, and so I gently released my hold and dropped my hands to my sides.
My breath remained ragged while beads of perspiration covered my brow. I looked down as you opened your mouth and released my cock, your eyes focused on mine, your lips shiny and wet. I leaned down and drowned you in a deep kiss, exhilarated by the taste of my semen still lingering on your tongue. Our mouths remained connected for an immeasurable amount of time, the muted sound of singing and music and delighted shouts invading our the room.
Then, a light knocking on the door. "Anybody in there?" a voice called out.
Despite the interruption, our lips remained fastened; we were simply too enraptured with one another to be so easily distracted.
But the knocking continued, becoming more and more persistent. A voice from outside bellowed, "Hey! I'm gonna piss my pants standing out here!"
Reluctantly, I took a step back. I acquiesced to our time being over and so returned my cock and balls to my trousers, deftly re-closing the snap and zipper while my gaze remained transfixed on you, my heart still slightly racing. You stood and began to straighten yourself out as well, buttoning your shirt even with its lost buttons, tucking your own cock and balls back into your trousers, trying to look presentable despite the disheveled appearance we both possessed. I assisted in the repositioning of your bow tie, and as we stood so close, gazing at one another, there was a hint of a conspiratory grin illuminating both of our faces.
"Hey!" shouted the voice from the hallway, this time more persistent, with a kick to the wall.
I kissed you once more, ever-so-softly, and whispered, "Happy New Year..."
To which you echoed, "Happy New Year..."
Reaching inside your tuxedo jacket, you pulled out a business card and slipped it into my breast pocket, muttering lustfully, "Let's celebrate again soon."
The grin remained on my face, imprinted there for eternity, or at least for the remainder of the night. I pulled open the door, and together we stepped out of the room, startling the intoxicated man leaning against the wall. I felt your hand at the small of my back, ushering me away, and we descended into the main wing of the mansion once more, the sound of the party that we had momentarily escaped from coming back to greet us once more.
Despite the utter disheartenment of separation, we eventually bid one another farewell and parted ways - you to your companions and me to another glass of champagne. Although our encounter had been nothing short of brief, the intensity of emotion remained strong, coursing through me. There was no doubt in my mind that we would see each other again...the business card tucked away in my breast pocket was reassurance of that.
And as I took one final sip of champagne, preparing to depart from the party and head home alone, I unexpectedly caught your gaze from across the room once more - your warm blue eyes crinkling in a knowing smile, your lips blowing me the most subtle of kisses.
Without hesitation, I returned the smile and blew you a kiss as well, holding a hand up in farewell before exiting the room, suddenly feeling inexplicably light in my step - as though I could simply float the remainder of the way home.