Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2003 13:55:00 -0700 From: Joseph Farrin Subject: New Year's Party in Kansas Hi guys; I have a short story to tell you. My name is Brad and I live in a small town in western Kansas. Besides my dad and mom, I have one, older brother, Josh, a freshman in college. I am a 14-year-old freshman in high school. I'll be 15 in March. Every year my dad takes a part of his vacation during the year end holidays and he and my mom take off for Denver the day after Christmas and stay until a couple of days after New Years. Both mom and dad came from Denver and they both have brothers and sisters living there. For years Josh and I were dragged along, though reluctantly. Denver is an interesting town, but after doing it year after year we both got bored. It's not like the rents don't get to see Josh often. He comes home for weekends twice a month. So this year Josh successfully begged out of going to Denver. Since he was going to be home, I started on mom and dad and, to my surprise, got them go agree to let me stay with Josh - but I can't honestly say Josh was as delighted with that idea as I was. The rents were no sooner out the door than Josh laid down his version of justice on me - no squealing on him no matter what took place while we were home alone. The second thing he did was get on the phone and arrange a New Years' Eve party with the other dudes he knew that were home from college and some senior class, high school kids, too. Josh was a cool dude but at the same time he was a spoiled brat. Once I actually told my mom that was my opinion of him but she passed it off that he was the first-born and when I came along they didn't want to repeat their mistakes. For example: when Josh went to college they bought him a laptop computer (the only benefit was that I got his 3-year-old Dell desktop. (Dad wouldn't let us as much as touch his computer). Anyway, I told Josh that he was headed for a major fuck-up having this party. For example: What if some guy got drunk and fell into the Christmas tree? What if someone pocketed one of mom's favorite trinkets? What if someone put a cigarette burn in the carpet? He saw my point and as a result I had to help the prick take down the tree and pack the lights and ornaments, pack and store all the small items that someone could swipe. Then, after that was all done, he decided the party should be confined to the recreation room in the basement which minimized the possibility for damage except for our dad's bar - so we rigged up a piece of plywood covered with a piece of plastic tarp, covered by a towels to cover the bar top. My only comment was "Asshole why didn't you decide on having the party in the basement in the first place?" At that point I butted out of the arrangements. Josh did have sense to buy and scatter some cheap ashtrays around the recreation room, so I stopped worrying eventhough he might still get his little self in deep shit when mom got home - she was a fanatic on cleanliness and tidiness. The next day, Chris came over. He lived next door. We had had a couple of sleepovers. He was my only homosexual experience to date - we had jacked off together. As elementary as it was it was enough for me to realize I was gay - I don't know if Chris felt the same way. I told Chris about the party and he wanted to know if he could come over. I told him there would probably be so fucking much loud music and so many cars parked in the neighborhood that his mom probably wouldn't let him come over. Finally the evening of December the 31st arrived and the party started. My dear brother, who had ordered me to keep out of sight, sought my help the minute the party got underway. He wanted me to sit by the front door and escort people through the house to the basement. It wasn't too bad an assignment. I got to see who was there. Most of the high school kids I knew as well as some former high school grads who had gone on to college. The only down side was one girl asks me if I was Josh's little brother. When I told her I was she grabs me, pulls me up against her body and kisses me saying, "You're so cute." She was so lucky I didn't puke on her dress. After the party was well into progress, Chris did manage to come over - maybe sneak over would be more correct. He wanted to peek though the basement windows. We only saw two things that were half way interesting before I told Chris to go home, as we were about to freeze to death. The first was a guy pressing a girl against a wall, his pelvis stuck out so she had to feel his hard-on; they were sucking face. The other was similar - a guy with a girl pressed against a wall and he was trying to get his hand up her skirt but she kept pushing it away. The only reaction the window peeking gave me was that I wished some dude wanted to get into my pants as much as much as some of them seemed eager to get into girl's panties. I went up to my bedroom in the attic, Josh's former room, and pulled up a free porno site I found. After watching it a while I unzipped and was fondling my cock. I was so engrossed that I didn't hear someone come up the stairs until he spoke to me. "Hi, Brad, may I join you?" Holy shit! It was Delmar Steward. He was the son of friends of my parent. He had gone to college and was home for the holidays. He was now a teacher in Topeka, about 24 and, despite his dumb name, was the most handsome dude I had ever seen or could even imagine. I had secretly wanted him for as long as I could remember. I hurriedly jabbed my erection back into my jeans but didn't have time to zip up before I said: "Hi Del come on in." "Saw you sneaking a glass of bourbon at the bar. Brought you another one, thought it might be fun to get a little crazy together." I was so overwhelmed with just having this stud in my room that I said, "You better not get that way with me, I'd take advantage of you." (Jesus, why did I say that? He'll know I'm a fucking queer.) "Besides the drink I've got a couple of joints. Want to try one" For my first time ever, I tried a joint. Josh would never let me have as much as one drag. So, shit, here I was sitting at my computer desk with the dude I'd lusted for all my life, drinking the hard stuff and smoking pot. Del had moved a chair up beside me. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. When I did happen to look back at the screen - WHAM! I felt like I'd been hit by an 18-wheeler. When Del came in, I hadn't clicked on the icon that returned the screen to my MSN home page. Right there on the fucking screen was a young dude stretched out on a sofa jacking his big, hard, cock. I'm telling you dudes, I wanted to die right then and there. Now he knew, beyond all doubt, that I was queer. Del was as cool as the temperature outside. "Brad, why don't you bring up the next pic?" I didn't really know what he meant - was he being condescending, was he comfortable with looking at male porn, was he gay? Honestly, I couldn't figure it all out. When I hesitated, trying to recover, he took over, saying, "Maybe you would rather look at the real thing." With that, he took my hand and laid it right on top of his big, hard cock and continued, "Why don't you unzip me and take it out?" I tell you, I was actually shaking all over with nervousness and excitement. But, I managed to do what he had told me and there I was, looking at the first adult, male cock I had ever seen in my life. Looking at it in the flesh. There, three feet from my eyes, was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen; there was a 7" cock, hard, hefty, cut and with a beautiful cockhead and a shaft covered with veins that zigzagged all over. The veins, for some reason, made it look so strong, so masculine - just like something that belonged on a man's body. Del stood up, dropped his pants and said, "Like it? Thought you might like to see my balls, too." "Oh God, Del. It's absolutely beautiful. Just looking at it makes me so excited I could piss my pants!" "Don't do that, take off your pants so I can see yours, too? He told me he thought I had nice genitals too and 5-3/4" was large for my age. Then he asked, "Would you be comfortable to mess around up here?" I told him I didn't think so, Luke could come up any minute wanting me to do something for him." "Brad, I want you so bad. Are you willing to go someplace with me in my car?" Well you know damn well I'd have gone to Canada or Mexico with him on the promise of sex, if we could be back midday on January 2, 2004. We walked half a block to his car. After he started the engine and turned the heater on high, we sat there kissing and fondling each other's cocks for 5 minutes before he pulled away from the curb. I had never done this with a girl, so it was, actually, like my first date of any description and I loved it. Del was such a dreamboat and I felt so lucky that he liked me enough to be doing this with me instead of a cunt. For the first time I now knew what it was like to be hot. I thought I knew what it was like; this time I was absolutely sure. I was so hot I knew I would let him do anything he wanted to do and I was afraid that he might want to fuck me. And, I knew he was hot - best of all, though, was I knew he had the hots for me. We didn't go very far, no more than 4 miles from town until he pulled off the road, but it seemed like an eternity. All the time, he left his cock out of his pants. He kept telling me to squeeze it. I was afraid I would hurt him but he kept insisting that I squeeze it harder and it kept swelling and getting bigger and bigger and that made me increasingly hotter and my cock bigger and harder than I had ever known it to get before. When he did pull off the road, he drove right up to a farmhouse and did a U- turn driving far enough away from the house, back toward the main road, that the dogs settled down. Del said he knew the guy that lived there so just relax - there would be no prob - the guy was a friend of his and also gay. Once he stopped the car, we literally attacked each other. It was a fulfillment of my dreams, I wanted him so much and I wanted him to satisfy himself with me. Del's car was actually a station wagon that once belonged to his folks. After a while, Del opened a couple of windows a crack, left the engine running and the heater on, got out of the car and put the back seats down and told me to get out and come around there so we could have more room. He spread a blanket over the seats; we squirmed around enough so that we could take our pants and shorts off, as well as our shoes. The minute we were lying, facing each other, his hands were up the front of my shirt and he was rubbing and pinching my nipples while he locked my mouth in an open mouth kiss with his tongue swirling around mine. I was so fucking absorbed with just feeling his cock while it was erect that it was all I could think of. He liked it, I knew from his having me hold it while he was driving out here. Now he started fucking my hand. Finally he came up for breath from the kiss, reaches down to feel my dick and said, "How ya doin? You aren't going to shoot like right away, are you?" "Not like right this second but it won't be long; this is hot stuff for me." "I'm glad Babe. Do you like doing it with me?" "Oh God yes. I love it!" "I'm afraid you'll cum so quickly I won't be able to take it for you, so I'm going to suck you off right now if you'll promise you will do the same for me." Damn, I'd never felt anything like it. It felt so wonderful when he sucked my cock all the way into his warm, wet mouth. Then he kept pushing with his hands on my butt cheeks. It was obvious he wanted me to make some in and out motions, so I started slowly but it was so fucking hot that I was soon fucking his mouth rapidly. When I shot in his mouth it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My cum just kept flowing out of my dick. It was so much better than a jack off climax. "Now I'm close Brad, you better do me. He had me straddle his body with my feet behind him and my cock in front of his face. He reached over between the seat and the door and produced a flashlight and shined it on my cock. "I want to watch what happens to your dick while you're blowing me. Again, like I was while he was sucking me, I felt as though I was in heaven with that big, hot dick of his in my mouth - so big and hard yet, at the same time, so soft and warm and all covered with my saliva until it was really slippery. Doing this to him was what I had dreamed of and jacked off thinking about so many times. Now I was actually doing it and it so far exceeded anything I had been able to conjure up in my imagination that I couldn't fucking believe it. I had momentarily lost my erection after I climaxed in his mouth. Now my hardon was back and I was harder and hotter than hell. All too soon his piss slit began pumping his hot cock juice in my mouth. I stopped and let him cum, when his juice stopped flowing; I milked his shaft with one thumb and a forefinger. I wanted every drop that was in there and hadn't quite made it out. As he was pumping his juice into my mouth, my cock began to jerk up and down as though it was having uncontrollable spasms. I was shooting cum all over Del's stomach. He had me turn around and lie on top of him. He reached around and found a second blanket and threw it over us. We didn't move and didn't say much. We were both breathing quite hard. Finally, Del said, "I can't believe how exhausting sex it. It doesn't take long but it sure works you up and it takes a while to recoup." Finally we put our clothes back on and returned to the front seats. Despite having cracked the windows open a bit, every single window including the windshield was totally fogged up. Del lit two cigarettes and offered me the first one he had lit. I didn't smoke but I wanted to smoke this one because he had had it between his lips. So, I took it. "Damn, Brad, you are one fucking hot boy, you know that?" "I didn't know but I'm glad you think so." "I don't think so - I know so." I'd never seen anything like it when your dick started jerking up and down and pumping out cum while you were down on me. Shit, I'd just sucked you dry but you shot again within a few minutes." You're the hot one. You made me do it. It was the first time I've ever had a multiple climax." "Thanks Babe. I've wanted to do this with you for a long time, like every time your family came over for dinner or we were over at your house for dinner." "Me too. I wish you'd said something." "Well, it's rather an awkward topic of conversation to bring up. I was going to try my best tonight, but you made it easy for me when I sat down and saw you had a cock shot on your screen." "That was so fucking embarrassing?" "But so fucking effective. Did I scare you?" "No I was a little afraid that you might want to fuck me and it would hurt but I would have let you do it anyway." "Would you really have let me do it? Well, we'll put that on a future agenda, but I'll have to get you some stuff and tell you some things before I'd even try. Damn Babe, you've got me all hot again just taking about it. I bet your teen boy box is the tightest, sweetest thing any man could ever wish to sink his dick into." We were still waiting for the windows to clear off, when Del's cell phone rang. "Del spoke into it saying, "You won't fucking believe this, but I'm parked on your drive right now. I just had the best, the hottest sex I've ever had." After a pause, he said, "Of course it was with a man, you asshole, a very special man, like in a 14 year old boy with a cock as big as yours." Another, pause and he said, "I don't know about that, I'll have to ask him. But, sure, I'll come back and stay the night. I know how to feed the dogs, horses and cattle, so don't worry. See ya later - don't get too stoned; some girl might get in your pants." "Sounds like you were talking to the guy that owns this farm." "Right, Rick Steele. He went to an out of town party and doesn't want to drive home, so he wants me to stay out here overnight. I've done that before. I even have a key to the back door. Would you want me to ask Josh if you could stay with me? You could grab some clothes and toiletries and maybe we could squeeze in some more cock sucking before midnight. If not, we could give each other their first sex for 2004. How about it?" "I'd love it. Could we sleep all night in the same bed?" "There's no other sleeping arrangement that I can think of that would make both of us happier." "I don't think Josh will let me." "Leave it to me. By now, he's probably had a couple too many, anyway." Finally the windows defogged and we were back, unlocking the kitchen door to Rick Steele's house, within half an hour. Del lit a fire in the fireplace, went into a bedroom and came out with two heavy, terry cloth bathrobes. "Undress and put one of these on. Rick generally has brandy in the kitchen cabinets. I'll be right back." The brandy was a bit strong for me, so Del cut it with some Club Soda. "Aren't you going to get undressed and put a robe on?" "Sounds like you want me to?" "I do" "So you want to see it again. Aren't you ever satisfied? I showed it to you once this evening?" "You're teasing me, I hope." "If you want to see it again, why don't I stand up and you undress me?" With every piece of his clothing that I took off and laid on the chair atop mine, I got a little harder. Fuck, by the time he was naked and erect and I held the robe so he could slip his arms into the sleeves I was as hot or hotter than I had been in the station wagon. Except for a little chest hair in the area of his chest bone and on his fore arms and legs below the knee, he was smooth. His body was also well developed yet he was still thin - he looked like an artist's sculpture. I thought he was perfect, absolutely perfect. Before I could fasten the front of his robe together, he unfastened mine, grabbed me and pressed his body against mine. Our hard cocks pressed upward, together and against the other's stomach. He kissed me, open mouthed, harder and longer than he had before. I thought I was going to melt like hot butter. "Sit on your knees on the rug and leave your robe open." He too sat down, his knees wider apart then mine, with his knees outside mine to get us a little closer together. I hadn't noticed him place a pack of cigarettes and a couple of joints on a side table by a chair behind him. He reached back, produced a joint, lit it and we shared. It. Damn but I felt as though I was really living in sin and I loved it. It couldn't have been any better unless he told me he wanted me to be his whore. That is how much I liked him and wanted him. After the joint and another brandy, I completely lost my inhibitions and put my face close to his when I wanted another kiss and wrapped my hand around his cock shaft when I needed another feel. He did the same and he began telling me about when and how he first knew he was gay. The first boy he had done anything with; the roommate in college that had gotten him into sucking cock and anal sex. Oh course, none of this made my erection subside even a fraction. He induced me to tell him about Chris next door, our sleepovers and jack off sessions. I even admitted to Del that I had jacked off thinking of him for years and it was really hard to believe that I was doing stuff with him in person. He smiled at that and gave me another kiss. The fire was not only warm; it was the only light in the room. Being 14, I found it as romantic as hell. Again, I knew that if he tried to fuck me I would let him do it no matter how much it hurt. In a way, he made me wish that I were a girl so he could really fuck me but then I realized that if I were a girl he wouldn't be attracted to me. But, he didn't try to fuck me. He was not only sexy but he was kind, considerate and easily aroused by what we were doing. The next time I leaned forward for a kiss he pushed my head down and told me to suck his nipples, bite them, make them really stand up. I didn't know what he meant by "stand up", but after I'd sucked and bit them for a while they got bigger and firmer, they stuck out and I loved them. They were so sexy. They looked like tiny little cocks the way they stuck out. Del looked at his wristwatch and said "Hey we better switch on the TV." He leaned back grabbed the remote, spread his robe and told me to sit beside him. We watched the New Year celebrations in London, Montreal, Washington and other cities, sitting with our robes kind of pulled around us, snuggled together, kissing now and then. Damn, I was glad Luke had let me spend the night with Del! I owed him one but I wasn't going to replay him by cleaning up the party mess - his buds could do that. After our New Years' kiss, Del asked me if I wanted it again - he was teasing me again. Of course I replied that I did and he said, "Why don't you just show me how much you want it again." I don't know what he intended, but I dropped my robe, got up and walked across the room, a distance of about 15 feet, and dropped down with the front of my body on the carpet. I slowly crawled back to him, propelling myself with my elbows and toes. To tease him, I stuck my butt in the air and, now and then, pausing to wiggle it back and forth. He kept hollering to me in short sentences like, Oh shit! Holy fuck! What are you trying to do to me Babe? Careful you don't rub your cockhead on the carpet or you'll make it sore. When I finally finished the journey across the rug and my face was between his legs, I latched onto his dick with my mouth. "Oh Baby, just do one thing more for me - roll over on your back." When I did, he moved up and over me, found my mouth with his cockhead and fucked my mouth. The brandy had evidently slowed him down as he kept fucking it. He fucked it increasing harder as if he was desperate to cum. Consequently, I got to suck him far longer than I had the first time. Finally his dick seemed to get even bigger and harder and then, for the second time tonight, his man juice started flowing into my mouth. For the second time and within a few hours, Del Steward, the man I had fantasized about for years, gave me his love juice. After we again recuperated, lying side by side, he told me to stand up. He put his arms around me and guided me across the dark room and into a hall, where he turned on a light. We used the bathroom together and then went into a large bedroom at the front of the house. The bed had flannel sheets and pillowcases along with a ton of blankets and quilts. We cuddled together and I had never felt so warm and cozy as I did right then with Del's arm wrapped around me and his body squeezed up against mine. "Tired, Babe?" "Kinda, but in a different way than usual." "No guilt feelings, I hope." "No, I was too good to be bad." "I glad you told me because I would hate to think you felt guilty and probably wouldn't want to do anything with me again." "Don't worry about that Del. If you wanted to do it right now, I'd be ready." "Me, too, if I thought I could get it up again. You've not only sucked me dry but you've sucked all the hard out of it, too. But the main thing is that you don't feel guilty and will do it again. You know Brad; I think gays were born gay. The idea that it's our growing up environment is shit. None of us have the exact same environment. Too, I want to do things again with you. Guess being a teacher makes me want to teach you stuff. There is a fantastic amount of pleasure to be had with your cock. Solo pleasure and pleasure with others. I want to show you how to achieve it. I was 19 and away from home before I discovered some of this stuff. You might as well get to know about it early in life and start enjoying your young meat." "I'd like that. I'd especially like it with you as my teacher." Well, the brandy, the joints and the sex put me into a deep sleep as Del kept his arm around me and his body still in contact with mine. Around 11:00 in the morning, I woke with Del kissing the side of my neck and whispering to me to wake up. "What time is it?" "About 11 o'clock. I let you sleep in. I knew you were bummed out. Here's a robe. Put it on, go to the bathroom and come back to the Living Room. I've lit a fire and I'll serve you breakfast there." I was groggy from having been in such a deep sleep but surprisingly I didn't have a headache from the liquor. It wasn't but a few minutes until Del brought my breakfast in, on a tray, and placed it on a lamp table beside the lounge chair where I was sitting. "Do you drink coffee?" "Yes, please." "I'll go back and get a cup and a carafe." The breakfast was delicious - toast with Blackberry jam, eggs, bacon and fried tomatoes, plus the coffee. Del sat and watched me eat. When I was finished, he said, "Brad, I hope you remember all that happened last night because I want you to remember. And I want you to know I wasn't just putting the make on you. Brad, I love you very much." I started to cry. What an embarrassment - I felt like a fool; I felt like a baby! He came over to my chair, bent down and wrapped me in his arms and kissed me very hard. It was at this very moment that Rick Steele came into the room. We didn't hear him but finally saw him standing about 10 feet away from us. He was just standing, looking, but not saying anything. Del greeted him, "Hi Rick, made it home OK? "Yes. Introduce me to the young boy, which I assume is the one you had sex with last night. Del introduced us and Rick, addressing me, said, "God, Brad, my radar must be all fucked up. How could I have missed you around town?" I didn't know how to answer, but Del answered for me. "Yea, isn't he the cutest thing you've ever seen." Rick came over to where I was sitting and asked if he could kiss me. I didn't turn sideways and present a cheek to him; I reached up and kissed him on the mouth, knowing he was a friend of Del's. He then nodded for Del to go back to the kitchen with him. When Del returned, he said he had something to ask me, sort of a favor. Rick wanted to have sex with both of us at the same time - sort of a 3 way. I had heard about 3-way sexual encounters, but really couldn't envision them in my mind so I asked Del to explain what Rick wanted to do. Del explained it very precisely so as to create a mental picture for me. Rick wanted Del and I to stand, naked, facing each other in such a way that we could kiss and hug but so Rick would also have access to our cocks, as he wanted to kneel down and suck us both, alternately switching back and forth and sometimes taking both of us in his mouth at the same time. I agreed. I already needed Del again, under any circumstances. But it turned out to be more than I bargained for. Rich was a skilled and fantastic cocksucker; he sucked cock like I had never imagined that cock could be sucked. I now knew what Del was talking about when he talked about the pleasure that was in cocks. Rick both worked Del and I up to a high pitch and part of the game was that the only response Del and I could make was to kiss and hug each other in an every increasingly passionate mode. Consequently we got more and more aroused and the next time I felt my cock along with Del's being sucked at the same time into Rick's warm mouth I climaxed. The climax was so intense when coupled with Del's tongue in my mouth that I thought I was going to collapse and sink to the floor. Within seconds, Del too climaxed and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing me so tight that I could feel every spasm as the effect of his cum moved throughout his body. I never felt closer to any person in my whole life than, at that moment, I felt toward Del. While coming down from my sexual high, all I could think of was Del, his cock, how big it was, how his warm, sticky cock juice poured out of his piss slit when he climaxed. I loved him. God, how was I going to cope tomorrow, when I had to go back to school and he would be going home to Topeka? Back in town we stopped by the park so we could kiss one more time before Del dropped me off at home. He promised he would see me every other weekend and we'd devise some way that I could call him in between. I was in such a happy mood when I got home that I volunteered to help Josh and two buddies that had slept over help clean up the basement. We decided to not put the tree back up, just telling mom that we took it down for her. Del called about 7PM to say he was leaving for Topeka, to say goodbye and to again assure me that he would keep in touch. I had no doubts about his keeping his promise because just before he hung up he said, "Brad, I want you to know that I love you, love you very much." So, my New Year's Party in the back of a station wagon, windows all fogged by the heat from a man and a boy having sex, and by the fireplace in a farm house with just the two of us in bathrobes, the fronts spread wide open, exposing our ever growing erections, was the best New Year's Party I'd ever had. I hope yours was good, too. Happy 2004 guys!