Simon - Aaron's House Party

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I came out as soon as I moved into my freshman dorms in the fall of 1991. Well, I came out to everyone I met, keeping my sexuality hidden from my family and friends back home. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, but I was practicing safe sex, as were most guys by the early 90s.

One of the guys I started hanging out with was a bit of a hero for me. Aaron and I met at a gay club near campus, my first gay club experience, and he spotted me right away as “freshmeat”. He pulled me aside and told me he would take me under his wing and protect me from the sleazy guys. Aaron was 25 and working on his master's degree, living off campus with a few other gay guys, and made a point to show me the ins and outs of the gay scene. Especially safety. He made me promise always to use protection and never do anything involving needles. I told him I’ve always used condoms and that drugs were not my thing. He smiled, told me how cute I am, and that if I continued down that path, I’d stay safe and healthy.

Aaron introduced me to a lot of people that year, invited me to a lot of parties, and there wasn’t a night that we hung out together that I didn’t end up having sex with a guy. Never with Aaron. He said I “wasn’t his type.” Which was fine, because I much preferred the dynamic we had as sort of a big brother-little brother relationship anyway.

A year later, I was back on campus for the fall semester, feeling a sense of confidence that I definitely didn’t have the previous year. Over the summer, I came out to some of my closest friends back home, and for the most part, they all took it well. I worked the entire summer as a lifeguard at the pool, so I’m feeling sexy and have a tan that will disappear quickly this far north in the fall. So when I bumped into Aaron at the campus book store, and he invited me to his “Welcome Back” house party this Friday night, I was pumped.

The first week of classes were mostly orientation, syllabus crap, and over-eager professors assigning semester-long projects before we knew what the class was even covering, so when Friday rolled around, I was more than ready for Aaron’s party, and more so the sex I assumed I’d have.

Before the sun was even setting, I was eager to get over to his house, but I played it cool, and I went back to the dorms and got ready. Taking my time to make sure that I was fashionably late to the party, and read for sex. Tonight was one hundred percent about getting laid. Having sex back home was a rare opportunity, and usually with older men that I wasn’t really into, but they were discreet and scratched that itch enough to keep me going, and today marked eight weeks since I last got laid, so you better believe I am expecting sex tonight. Aaron’s parties always have hot college guys of all shapes and sizes, and they all are into guys that look and act like me. I’m a twink, yes, but I’m an athletic twink, with my swimmer's build, standing 5’10, with a perky ass. A 6” cut dick, golden green eyes, and auburn hair, I pass for straight in public, which is always fun because guys show up at these parties that I already know from classes, and are shocked when they realize I’m strictly into dicks. 

I put on my sexiest black briefs, a pair of jeans that I had worn all summer, which had worn holes in the knees and softened in all the right places, and a few stains of paint here and there, which only made them cooler in my opinion. My shirt is something I actually stole from my sister. It’s a simple black top, but the fabric is pretty sheer, and she looks slutty in it. I, on the other hand, look chic, but when I put my baggy, corded sweater on over it, I am back to passing for straight. I styled my hair with gel and put on some leather bracelets I got from a hookup last year. 

At the party, I started drinking with Aaron right away, catching up for about an hour. Then, his friend Marcus showed up with party favors, and Aaron asked if I wanted to partake.

“Sure,” I didn’t hesitate. Aaron has never steered me wrong and is always looking out for my safety, so if Aaron says it’s cool, then it’s cool. We each dropped a small white pill with a large black X on it and kept partying. 

It took a little while to kick in, but when it did, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Suddenly, everything felt more intense, the rhythm from the music was almost colorful and driving my heartbeat. I felt as though someone had taken the knob of my feelings, cranking “love” up to max, and anything negative was turned all the way down. I have never been so high in my life, and I was loving it too.

At this point, the party was in full swing. Loads of people I didn’t know had shown up, along with a bunch I’ve seen before. The music was kicking, and I was feeling warm and fuzzy. I pulled my sweater off and started dancing in the living room, where the only lights were the disco balls spinning colors all around the room, and it was fantastic. I twirled, danced, and sang along to Janet Jackson’s “That’s The Way Love Goes.” Really swinging my hips and rolling my torso to the beat, feeling sexy as hell, I was drawing a lot of attention and hadn’t realized it until I felt a big warm body wrap an arm around my waist from behind and started grinding against me. Our moves were filled with sexual tension. 

Without even looking at this guy, I could tell he knew how to fuck, and I wanted it. I reached up with my right hand behind his neck, pulling him in even tighter as our hips rocked together. His right hand around my waist dropped a little lower, his left hand came up my shirt, feeling my abs and pecs as we swayed. His cock was thickening against my ass, and I didn’t shy away from teasing it.

When the tape cut to “Whoomp (There It Is)” by Tag Team, I took that as my chance to change up my dancing and turn to face this guy. He was sexy as hell. Probably 6’1”, short dark hair pushed forward, and his bangs framed his face nicely; his pale skin was clear, with thin red lips, deep-set blue eyes, high cheekbones, dimples on both sides, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. He was wearing a baggy button-down shirt unbuttoned, a loose-fit white tank underneath, and a puka shell necklace. I could tell from how his clothes were loose that, even though he was pale in this light, he was tanned for him, because there was an obvious tan line where a t-shirt collar would be. His tank hung lower, revealing an even paler chest. He’s thinner than I thought when he was grinding against me, but he’s still fit, probably a runner or maybe tennis, because he has muscle definition. 

I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and smiled at him as the pill took over my soul and the colorful lights seemed to be more saturated and streaking across the room, the bodies dancing in the living room looked like an Ah-ha music video, and I swear I could feel my new friend's heartbeat through his skin. His hands kept sliding over my torso under my shirt, and it was the most intense experience. I’ve never felt so close to someone in my life, and I don’t even know his name. 

He started showing off his moves when “What Is Love” started bumping on the stereo. Some fancy footwork I was shocked to see, but tried to keep up with. He pulled me back in and started singing in my ear, and I melted into him. Our sweaty bodies were quickly becoming one, and I whispered, “What’s your name?”

“Jeremy,” he said in the beat drop, right before his arm pulled tight to the small of my back, and we started grinding our crotches together like we were fucking standing up. “What’s you’re name?” he asked on the next beat drop.

“I’m Simon,” I told him.

The second the song ended, I was about to kiss him, but then the radio switched to “Mr. Vain” by Culture Beat, and Aaron came running into the living room, Voguing, and all attention was on him as he took up all the space in the room, and everyone cheered him on.

It didn’t deter Jeremy, though; he positioned himself behind me and gave me a fully clothed taste of what I could expect from those hips if he could get me alone, and I struggled to stay standing. 

Aaron pulled me into his Voguing, though, snapping me out of my sex deprived, horny fog. Aaron swung me around in a very uncoordinated but fun dance session, and then as soon as the song ended, he hugged me and whispered, “Don’t get mixed up with Jeremy,” and then broke our hug.

I was a little too drunk and too high to understand what that meant, and before I could ask, Aaron was pulled into a conversation in the kitchen. The music switched to “Rhythm Is A Dancer” by SNAP! and I immediately felt Jeremy’s arms wrap around my waist again, like a familiar embrace from a long-time lover; he got my hips swaying to the beat. He started kissing my neck as his chubbed dick grinds between my ass cheeks.

I know Aaron said not to, but every neuron in my brain was telling me to take this guy into one of the bedrooms and have my way with him. Aaron and his roommates didn’t necessarily encourage guys to fuck in the bedrooms at their parties, but they all have condoms and lube readily available because they do promote safety.

I spun around as the song was ending and wrapped my arms behind his neck, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss. Fuuuuck, he tastes as good as he smells. The radio started to get more funky as “Sweat” by Inner Circle started to play, and Jeremy started to dance a little more playfully, singing to me every time he pulled me in, “And if you cry out…I’m gonna push it, push it some more,” he serenaded me. I was feeling so horny, so good, our hips swung in perfect sync, he kept kissing me and singing to me, grinding his hips as the song suggested, I had to get him naked…right now.

I pulled him by the wrist down the hall. The first bedroom was locked, and so was the second. Aaron’s room was unlocked, but had four people in there having some kind of heart-to-heart that looked like a downer and not sexy, so we quickly closed the door. The house only has one bathroom, and there’s no way I can hold that up. I pushed Jeremy against the wall in the hall and started kissing him, sloppy and wet. I just needed contact with his body, to feel him want me, as he wrapped his arms tight around me and pulled me in so there was no space between our bodies from crotch to chest. He moaned into my mouth, and I moaned back in need for more.

He broke our kiss, “Garage?”

I nodded, and he pulled me by the wrist this time, through the crowd in the living room and then the kitchen, out the door into the garage, which was fully open and had guys smoking something, I don’t know what it is, but it didn’t smell like weed at all. Jeremy paused and pulled me over to a guy on the couch who was disheveled and looked so scummy. I would never consider him on my horniest day. From the body language, they seemed to know each other well, and Jeremy whispered something in his ear. The guy gave me a look and handed him something from his pocket. The burnout-looking guy smiled at me, then asked, “You want to smoke?”

Already feeling good and invincible, I shrugged and nodded. I sat next to him on the ratty old sofa, and Jeremy sat next to me on my other side. Jeremy’s friend quickly lit it and took a small hit, then lit it again and passed it to me. I took a hit, expecting it to be like weed, but it hit much harder, much faster, and I started coughing like a virgin. “Fuck,” I felt my head spin. Then I watched as Jeremy took a hit like a pro. I stood there and watched the pipe get passed around and felt myself lifting out of my body, well…almost. It was like gravity no longer worked properly, and fuck if I wasn’t enjoying that feeling. I watched Jeremy take another hit and then immediately kissed me, shotgunning the smoke into my lungs, and the rush was incredible.

Jeremy kept kissing me. In that moment, the rest of the world seemed to slip away, and we were just two people, molding together, his hands running all over my body, and mine on his. I was like a bitch in heat. I could feel his hard dick pressing against mine through our clothes and couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, wanting him to fuck me. Hell, I would’ve let him fuck me right there on the sofa, but his friend spoke up and broke our little moment, “Jer, take him to Vannessa,” he chuckled and shoved gently at Jeremy’s shoulder.

I don’t know who she is, but Jeremy seemed excited, in more ways than one, to take me. I could see in the dim light how hard he was in his jeans and that I was not about to be disappointed. We walked down the driveway, lined with cars double-parked, and then down the street, which was also lined with cars from the party. Jeremy walked right up to a late 1980s Chevrolet luxury van and pulled a set of keys from his pocket to unlock it. “Simon, meet Van-nessa,” he grinned his sexy smile and yanked the door open.

The dim dome light came on, and we climbed in; the light instantly went off. The back seat was already folded down, creating a twin mattress, and I sat on it. Jeremy went for the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition, rolling it backward. He put the radio on. 4 Non Blondes started screaming, “What’s going on,” at us, and Jeremy quickly dialed it down to half that volume. Then he hunched over and walked between the captain's seats in the middle row to where I was in the back. He came at me with such force that our lips locked, I fell backwards, and he fell on top of me.

My head was spinning, and my horniness was cranked up to eleven. I quickly pushed his button-up shirt down his arms and let it fall to the floor. He was going for my belt and had my jeans unbuttoned without a failed step. He dropped to his knees on the carpeted floor, between my legs, as he pulled my jeans down, getting them stuck on my shoes. He hooked his fingers into the back of my sneakers and pulled them and my jeans off together. Then he reached up for my black briefs and yanked them down until he was able to get one leg free, not caring where the garment landed. He went for the thick black belt on his jeans, and yanked it open, then pushed his boxers and pants below his ass, his cock sprang free, and I sat up on my elbows to see it. He was easily 7” cut, it was almost perfectly straight, and then curved up right at the tip. His bush was a little wild, but the hair was not thick, and his balls hung low and heavy. He spread my legs, pulling my ass to the edge of the bench seat, perfectly level with his crotch.

I was in a daze, so turned on by every little touch. When he reached into the pouch on the back of the bucket seat to his right and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil, I didn’t question it. He quickly poured some on his cock and then started smearing it on my ass hole. I wasn’t used to getting to sex this quickly, but I was not thinking of anything but how good it felt to be touched by such a sexy guy, and how much I want…no, need an orgasm right now. Letting the lyrics of Color Me Badd’s “I wanna Sex You Up” unironically wash over me as Jeremy began to finger my ass with lubricant. 

I started stroking my 5” cut dick, trying to enjoy his long, thin fingers in my tight pucker. We both know what’s coming next, and I know from experience that the closer I am to blowing my load, the easier it is for me to take a guy’s dick to the root. 

Jeremy leaned over me, his left elbow planting next to my shoulder as his left hand started messing up my hair and bringing my face toward his. His lips began kissing mine, his tongue back into my mouth. Fuck this feels so good. I rocked my ass on his two lubed fingers wiggling in my pucker, and moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my left arm around him, my hand running up his neck and pulling him tighter into my mouth as I continued to jerk myself off. He put his knees on the bed, pushing me a little towards the center, his thighs hugging my ass, his slick cock sliding right between my ass cheeks. I instantly moaned into his mouth.

I’ve never been this high while fooling around. The van was pretty dark, the streetlight barely getting through the curtains on the windows, and I could feel the world spinning like a gravity ride at the state fair. It pulled me down into the bed seat that I only just realized was already folded out like a bed, but my brain decided it was convenient and not something to be concerned about. Every time his skin brushed against mine, it lit off micro orgasms in my body, and I needed more.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he mumbled into my mouth, then sat upright and yanked his tank off. His skinny, toned body catching the light just right, his puka necklace the only thing he is wearing from the knees up. He stroked his dick a little, then aimed it right for my crack, feeling around for my hole. The skin contact was almost enough to make me shoot my load, but then he found my pucker and started pushing. The tip popped in immediately, and I groaned. Even with the substances coursing through my veins, I felt that sting, and my hands went for his hips to stop him from pushing in deeper.

“Ahh, shit,” I groaned.

He smiled, both dimples pulling at his cheeks, “You’re really tight.” He tried to rock his hips, but I pushed back.

“Ungh…wait,” I groaned.

He pulled out and went for the pocket on the back of the bucket seat and felt around for a second before quickly pulling his hand out and getting back between my legs. That’s when I saw in the dim light that his cock was glistening with only lube and no condom. He handed me a little brown bottle I had used once last semester with an older hookup. My head was already spinning, and I felt that euphoric feeling, like when you’re almost asleep but pushing through because you’re too excited to sleep.

“You don’t…have a condom on?” I asked, not wanting it to come out as a question, but it did anyway.

He chuckled, “We don’t need one.” He leaned back over me and started kissing me as his right hand slipped between us and started aiming his cock back at my hole. He found my pucker quickly and started pushing.

“Ahh…fuck, wait, we need a condom,” I told him, shaking the bottle of poppers.

He leaned down and kissed me, “Baby, I don’t have one.” He kissed me again and again pushed his hand down between us to line up his cock and push.

I pushed my hand at his waist, “I have one in my pocket,” I told him.

He groaned, “Do we really need it?” He kissed me, “Doesn’t this feel so good?” He rubbed his bare cock head on my pucker.

“Mmmm, so good,” I moaned.

He tilted his head to one side and kissed me gently, then tilted it to the other side and kissed me again. “Then take a hit of Amyl and let me fuck you raw,” he kissed me again.

My head swimming in a horny storm of sex and other chemicals, I started to drift into a state of unargumentative euphoria. I felt another blast of whatever that pill was washing over me and…fuck do I need him to fuck me. I ran my hands up and down his slender waist to his pecks. “Mmm…we shouldn’t,” I said.

He kissed me with tongue this time, it was sending sparks into my brain, and his cock was still rubbing against my hole, feeling like silk against my skin.

“Come on, baby, don’t you trust me?” He asked, rolling his hips to the beat of Salt-N-Pepa’s “Shoop”.

There was something about the tone of his voice, the way he felt against me, I felt like I’ve known him my entire life. Like we were two halves of a hole. When he broke our kiss and started kissing my neck, I shook the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit. The effects were instant and intense. My heart was already pounding in my chest, and now it was racing to explode out of my body. I felt myself drifting, sinking into the cloud of the pillowy bed of Van-nessa.

Jeremy took my popper hit as an invitation and quickly lined up his cock and started pushing in. Just a few inches, then I took another hit, and he timed it just right so he could push the other half of his dick in to the root. “Oh fuck, that feels so good, baby,” he leaned over and kissed my neck as I fanned my arms out on the spacious mattress of the van. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him hump into me. My head was spinning, and it all felt so good that I couldn’t help but pull him tighter to me. The more body contact I got, the hotter it felt. Each thrust of his cock into my tight ass was the new standard for how good sex should feel.

“Mmmm, fuck, Jeremy,” I moaned, rocking my hips with his.

“Yeah,” he moaned, his breath labored from his deep thrusting.

“This feels so good,” I mumbled.

“So good,” he breathed into my ear as he humped into me harder. The sounds of his hips slamming into me were clapping to the beat of a new song by Radiohead called “Creep.” I felt dizziness that swirled with the music, and an intense pleasure from his slight curve imprinting on my prostate with each stroke. Every time his balls slapped against my ass, his cock would stir my guts, and we’d moan.

As the drums hit harder, so did his hips, and it was bringing me that much closer to an orgasm that my entire body was prepared to partake in. After a few more thrusts, the guitar was getting louder and louder, and I heard Jeremy mumble something, but I was too far gone to make it out and just moaned as I pumped my own dick. His next few thrusts felt like his cock had doubled in size, and it felt so good I moaned higher-pitched than Tom Yorke as he sang, “She’s runnin' out the door,” and Jeremy picked up the speed of his thrusting.

“Oh God,” I groaned, my toes curling in my socks, my ass clamping down on his pounding cock. I felt my balls pull up tight, and Jeremy slammed hard into me as Radiohead was screaming from the speakers, “run, run, R-UUUUU-UUUUN!” My balls burst, and I was shooting cum all over my sheer t-shirt, as Jeremy gave me a few gentle thrusts to pump me through my orgasm. I twitched on his throbbing cock, shaking on the seat, my abs tightening with each volley of semen that rocketed out.

Jeremy stopped pumping into me, catching his breath as the song died down, and I stopped pumping my dick. The intensity of my orgasm was overwhelming, like I fell in love in that moment. I felt like I was about to pass out, but feeling Jeremy slide his dick out of my hole pulled me back to the moment. “Fuck,” I huffed.

He grinned and huffed out a labored, “Yeah,” in agreement as he reached into the pouch on the back of the other captain's seat to his left, pulling out a wad of fast-food restaurant napkins. He handed me a couple and used the rest to wipe the baby oil off his dick. I quickly cleaned as much cum off myself as I could, fully expecting him to want me to suck him off or at least finish him off with my hand, but then he pulled up his pants and boxers and tucked himself away.

“Don’t you want to cum?” I asked.

“Babe,” he shook his head and breathed heavily. “That was so hot… I’m spent,” he chuckled.

There was a quick knock on the van's door, and then it pulled open; the dome light kicked on, and it felt blinding. Waking me up a little more.

“Are you done yet?” I heard a familiar voice. Then the head of the burnout from the garage leaned in.

I felt very exposed, but also too worn out and high to care. Jeremy was still doing up his belt and looked a little frustrated. “Yeah, man, fuck,” he huffed with a serious attitude in his voice.

I sat up on my elbows. Letting the cum covered napkins fall to the floor of the van without a care from me. The sleezy guy looked me up and down, and I didn’t give a fuck, I was still coming down from an amazing fuck. “Oh shit, I thought you were going to blow him, I didn’t expect you to put out,” he chuckled, looking at my dick. I chuckled, then sat up, feeling around on the floor for my underwear.

“You’re such a dick,” Jeremy huffed, getting into the front passenger seat.

“Whatever, bro,” the sleezy guy chuckled. “Alright, princess, time to get the fuck out.” he grabbed my jeans from the floor and chucked them out onto the sidewalk.

“Dude, what the fuck?” I slurred, finally finding my underwear in the dark, snatching them in a wad to cover my flaccid dick. I expected Jeremy to say something, but he just huffed and leaned his seat back a notch.

“Dude, get out,” the sleezy guy growled.

I grabbed my sneakers and pushed past him, getting out of what is clearly his van and not Jeremy’s. He got in and slammed the door behind him. I pulled on my briefs as the engine roared to life, the exhaust sputtering as the van pulled out of the parking spot at full throttle. “What a dick,” I thought to myself. Someone from the party walked past me and whistled. I realized I was still in my underwear and walked over to where my jeans were lying on the sidewalk. I pulled them on, one wobbly leg at a time, then slipped my feet into my shoes and walked back to the party. I was feeling way too good to let my night end so early, and on such a crummy note of a d-bag with a bad attitude.

Back inside the house, the vibe was different, the music was off, and most of the people had left.

I sat on the couch next to one of the roommates who lives there. “What did I miss?” I asked.

He shook his head, “Some assholes were smoking something in the garage that they shouldn’t have. Aaron flipped out and kicked them out.”

“No shit?” I felt my heart racing, trying not to appear as high as I am, so he doesn’t realize I’m one of those guys.

He shrugged, “Don’t you worry your pretty little face, you’re always welcome here,” he said, tugging at my cheek like a grandma.

I chuckled, then saw my sweater hanging off the back of one of the chairs. I got up to grab it, and Aaron walked in. “Where have you been?” He crossed his arms.

I picked up my sweater, “Oh, I…”

He held up his hand, “Stop.” Then he pulled at my t-shirt, “This better be cum from a blowjob, don’t let me find out you were fooling around with that trash that I had to kick out.

I shook my head, “I wasn’t.”

He crossed his arms like my mom does when she catches me in a lie. “Or his cute, but equally trashy brother, who will fuck anything with two legs and a pulse.”

I felt my heart sink, and instead of digging myself deeper, I pulled on my sweater to cover my shameful cum stains. “I need to use the bathroom,” I said, feeling my stomach gurgle like I was about to shit myself.

I barely made it to the bathroom and felt liquid explode from my ass. It reeked of cum: I instantly realized how badly I fucked up. I checked for blood, and thankfully, there wasn’t any. Then I threw up in a panic before flopping down into the bathtub, letting the world physically and metaphorically spiral out on me until I passed out. Beginning an entirely new phase of reckless behavior for me.