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Party Next Door
I am gay 25-year-old working
professional. I live in Chicago, where I grew up, but my family lives in
Missouri. They relocated there a few years back and I stayed behind. I usually
try to visit every month or so but this time it had been a few months since my
last trip out. During that period a lot had happened. Most importantly, my
parents got new neighbors.
Typically new people next door would not be cause for concern
except that these neighbors were total
hotties. I guess the owner of the block of townhouses where my parents lived
decided that it would be OK to rent to a bunch of frat boys. As far as I see it,
he gets his monthly check and I get some awesome eye-candy while I'm on
These boys were definitely good looking and well-built from
what I could tell by their tight t-shirts and low-slung jeans. The first night I
sat at the window watching them hang out in their garage. Pathetic, I know, but
it had been a while since I had enjoyed that college-age experience of just
hanging out and doing whatever--and apparently finding
everything hilarious. There were five guys
there that night and two struck me as being a cut above the rest. The first was
a shorter brown-haired boy with a solid build and an awesome smile. He looked to
be smooth except for a small patch of brown fuzz on his chin. The other was a
taller blond--I am partial to blonds but any guy can pretty much turn me on if
he is put together right--with short spiked hair and an almost angelic-looking
face. He could've been a model and at first glance he was almost too perfect but
as I continued to watch the boys interact I noticed a few flaws: a scar below
his left eye, no doubt a sports-related injury as he looked fit, and a small
burn on his right hand. What that was from I had no idea but I'd sure like to
find out--that, and a lot of other things. The other three were good-looking as
well but for some reason didn't catch my interest like the first two.
As I watched the boys interact I was reminded again why I
love males so much. The joviality, the horseplay, the mock-seriousness, the
almost-constant laughter. Males are unique creatures and they never cease to
intrigue me. Here before me were five young men in their prime no doubt each
embarking on their own sexual conquest. How many girls had each of them had
since getting to college? Maybe none, maybe all of them. Just how studly were
these boys? No girls tonight, though, which I welcomed. More time to watch these
boys be boys and not have to worry about making good impressions. The lack of
female companionship also made me wonder if these boys had ever done anything
together. Even witnessing some oral pleasuring by any of these fine boys would
send me well over the edge and into a state of pure bliss. Unfortunately nothing
sexual was going on now and soon the "party" died down and one by one the boys
left until only my two hotties were left. Much to my delight, it turned out
these these were the boys that were renting the townhouse.
The next day was a Friday so I was hoping to witness a little
more activity the next night. I wasn't let down.
Around 8pm Friday night they starting showing up a little at
a time. It seemed a bit early to me but in a town this size I guess there's not
much else to do. Most were couples--guys and girls--so I was pretty sure that
the majority of the group was straight (or at least straight-acting). But I
suppose that's nothing a little alcohol can't fix. They all went through the
side door that went into the garage so I guessed that's where the party would
be. That was a shame since the garage only had a small hexagonal window while
the living room--where I had seen the boys the night before--had a much larger
window. I suppose if I had the balls I could go over and invite myself in but
I'm sure they'd notice pretty quickly that I wasn't one of the usuals. I didn't
want to go through all that awkwardness. For now it was safer just to admire
A few guys came alone and I paid the most attention to these.
One of them especially caught my eye. He was about 5'10" or so with shaggy brown
hair and a nice swimmers build. Now if there's one thing that will attract me to
a guy without seeing him undressed, it's sideburns and this boy had a nice set.
They were pretty full and cropped just below his earlobes. He had a light
dusting of stubble over the rest of his face, a little thin in the cheeks but
filled in along his jawline, chin, and upper lip. I was attracted to a boy who
could pull off the stubble look and this one pulled it off extremely well. I
would love to get to know him better but things being as they were I didn't see
how that was going to happen.
After about 10pm it seemed as if most of the guests had
arrived so I sat back and enjoyed the show. Even though I could only see very
little through the small garage window--just the occasional face as it passed
by--I did get to enjoy the ones that came outside for various reasons. Most were
smokers which was OK with me. I'm not a heavy smoker but I have been known to do
it socially so it's not a big deal to me. Sometimes it can be sexy to watch a
boy smoke. Besides the smokers, some came out for what seemed to be fresh air. I
suppose it could get a bit stuffy in a crowded garage. Occasionally a couple or
two would sneak out for a little alone time, standing or sitting by the bushes,
sometimes talking, sometimes making out, but a few times I got to see a bit
more. Hetero couples really don't do it for me but I relish the chance to see
any new dick I can and I did get to witness one guy get his cock sucked. They
were off in the shadows so I really couldn't make out much but from what I did
see I wasn't too impressed. He wasn't anything special and he wasn't very big
down there either. I'm not a size freak or anything but a dick has got to fill
By midnight I could tell that the beer was taking its toll.
The trips outside were becoming less frequent and the ones who did come out
seemed pretty far gone. Only one person got sick--in the same bushes where the
oral sex had gone on just a few hours prior--but no one else seemed to be
feeling too ill. I guess that was a good thing as I'm not sure my parents would
enjoy waking up to a pile of puke next to their house. Soon a small group came
out and walked to their car that was parked in the alley behind the house. I
wondered if anyone was sober enough to drive but I didn't dwell on it. There
were more important things to worry about. As I peered through the small garage
window from my parent's kitchen I saw the shaggy-haired boy I had spied earlier
pass by a few times. I wish I knew some names but unfortunately I didn't even
know the names of the guys who lived in the house, much less their guests. I sat
by and waited and watched hoping that something more interesting than throwing
up would happen. Soon enough my waiting paid off.
The door to the garage opened and out walked my shaggy-haired
boy. He'd obviously been drinking as his balance seemed a bit off. He stumbled a
bit then reached behind and closed the door. He walked off to the side, into the
shadows. I really wanted to know where he was going and what he was going to do.
After watching the door for what seemed like minutes but what was really only
seconds, I convinced myself that no one was coming out. I stealthily slid my
parent's back door open and stepped out into the cool October air. The chill hit
me at first but I quickly adjusted. As I turned the corner, I looked down the
grassy bush-lined area that separated my parent's building from the one next
door. I spotted him then, my shaggy-haired boy, standing facing the party house,
his hand on the siding holding himself up. It was then I realized he had come
out for a piss as I saw him trying to unzip his fly. Oh God, I thought, this
could be the opportunity I had been waiting for. Hot drunk frat boy fumbling
with his dick. Does it get any better?
I approached him but not before his jeans slit past his tight
ass and landed around his ankles. Obviously his coordination was off so I was
hoping other things were too. There stood my shaggy-haired boy in his gray
boxer-briefs. My dick started to rise. This was getting too hot for words. I was
really too much of a nervous wreck to do anything too bold so I merely stood off
to the side while he fished his dick out of his shorts. From the angle I was
standing at I really didn't get a good look at it but I knew he had finally
gotten it out as I heard a strong stream begin to hit the siding. He must've
realized it was making a little too much noise as it was soon directed at the
ground. Eventually the steam subsided and he put his stuff away. Pity, I
thought. It would've been nice if he'd forgotten and just walked around with his
dick hanging out for the rest of the night. However, he
did forget to pull up his pants and as he
turned to walk back to the door he tripped over them and fell onto his left
side--and right into me. I looked down at him and in an instant I took in his
beautiful face, stubble and sideburns and beautiful brown eyes. I looked over
the rest of him and noticed a sizable lump in his boxer-briefs. His shirt had
ridden up slightly during his fall and I was able to take in his flat stomach
with a nice treasure trail leading from is navel down below the waistband of his
briefs. God, this boy was perfect, at least what I'd seen so far. He looked at
me now with a strange look as if he was trying to recognize me. He was making
the cutest expression and I wanted to jump him right then and there. Instead I
helped him up, brushing my arm past his face as I reached for his hand. I
shivered as I felt his light beard scrape against my skin and my dick had
reached full hardness by this point. I
brought him up and tried to steady him. He made no move to pull up his pants and
I certainly wasn't going to encourage him. I thought I saw him thicken a little
bit in his boxer-briefs and my mind quickly went in to overdrive. I had to have
his cock in my mouth. Soon.
"Thanks, man," he slightly slurred. "I don't know what
"You fell." Stupid, stupid. God, make him feel dumb. Real
"Yeah, I guess I did."
I glanced down again and he was definitely getting hard. Oh
man. A million lame lines went through my head and I thought back to every story
I'd ever read online that even remotely resembled the situation. Nodding toward
his crotch, I mumbled out the best I could come up with: "Looks like you might
need a little help down there."
"Huh? Oh...um. Yeah. I guess the beer is getting to me or
something," he said shyly. The best part was that he didn't run away. I might
have him even after using the corniest line in the world.
"Are you here with anyone?"
"I came with my brother."
"Oh no, I didn't come with a girl or anything."
"So, no one here to help you out then?"
With that I summoned all the courage I had inside of me and
dropped to my knees before my shaggy-haired boy. I looked up at him, his brown
eyes looking down at me. I couldn't tell if he was surprised or just excited
that he was going to get his dick sucked. Either way I took it as a green light
to go ahead. There, with my shaggy-haired boy standing between two bushes next
to my parents house, I reached up and grabbed on to his boxer-briefs. It was now
As I pulled them down I was once again greeted by his
treasure trail, dark brown against his cream-colored skin. Even in the pale
moonlight I could make out every detail, could see every hair. He was beautiful
and I hadn't even gotten to the best part. I continued to pull them down and
time seemed to bend as if everything was moving in slow motion. The darkness of
his pubic hair came next, curled and thick, arranged in a nice triangle. I would
have to remember later to ask him if he trimmed it or if that was how it was--if
I got the chance. Finally his dick came in to view and it was everything I'd
hoped it would be. Thick, lightly veined, with a prominent crown and a large
head. It was already long and I could tell he was not fully hard yet. I took his
manhood in two hands and lightly massaged it as it lengthened in my hand. He
quickly passed seven inches and was well on his way to eight. Boy, this kid
could grow. I brought my mouth to his crotch and gave his cock a few tentative
licks. It pulsed with energy and as I licked some more it finally reached
I looked up at him then and saw his eyes rolled back into his
head. He was enjoying this and the moan that crept out of his throat as took his
cockhead into my mouth only confirmed it. God he was beautiful, and for this
moment in time he was mine. His dick filled my mouth and I tried to take it as
deep as I could but to be honest he was on the larger side of what I was used
to. He was perfect. Looking up again I saw him biting his lower lip. Damn he's
cute. I refocused my attention on his cock but also reached around with my right
hand and tentatively probed his ass. It was nice and tight--this kid obviously
worked out. I slowly worked my way to his hole while keeping my mouth firmly
attached to his cock. As I slipped my index finger into him he moaned again and
it was like music to my ears. Glancing up again, he seemed to have a more
intense look this time. I could tell it wouldn't be long yet for some unknown
reason it just occurred to me that we were
outside. What if somebody walked out? How
long had I been sucking this beauty?
Reluctantly I extracted his dick from from my throat. "You
wanna go inside?"
"Back to the party? I was hoping..."
"No no. Into my house next door." I nodded toward my parents
house and he got the message.
"Um...I don't know."
"Come on, we've gone this far. Might as well finish."
"Yeah, OK." With that I got up and he started to follow.
Turning back around, I gestured toward his pants still around his ankles.
"You might want to pull those up. But not for long," I
As sad as I was to see this boys best parts get covered up
again, I knew I had him and it wouldn't be long before I was sucking him again.
Something else struck me as I slid my parents back door open. He started to say
"I was hoping" but I didn't let him finish. Was he just hoping to shoot off or
was he hoping for something more? My interest was piqued.
Thankfully, I would find out soon enough.
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