Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2012 15:57:54 +0100
From: Foxpark Foxpark <foxpark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: The Party After Sixth Form

Disclaimer: This story contains sexual contact between two consenting males
of legal age (in the uk). If this kind of material offends you or you are
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now. This story is PURE FICTION, any resemblance to any person(s), living
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the reader that the 'sex' depicted in this story is pure fantasy. In the
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mind. Thankyou.

So this is my first shot at writing for nifty so I'm gonna see what kind of
response I get and depending on that there may or may not be more to
come. We all know that your hear to get your erotica literature on so sit
back, relax, read and enjoy yourselves- cheers Foxpark. ;)
foxpark@hotmail.co.uk

The Party After 6th form.

       I was at a mate?s 18th Birthday party sometime in August when this
happened. We?d all just finished 6th form so we were blowing off steam
before results and, for most of us, university. My friend Rachel?s dad had
hired out the local bar and she?d invited most of the college, her older
brother and his friends and a ton of mates that she must have known from
outside of college but for the most part it was people from our sixth form.
I guess I was pretty popular then. I wasn?t friends with everyone but after
two years with each other everybody had at least spoken to each other a few
times. I didn?t really have a sexual identity as such. I never really
thought about things in terms of gay and straight. In school I?d tried to
muck around with a few guy mates but not got very far. Ultimately I ended
up dating girls? well one girl but that had ended in our first year in
college. We?d only ever had sex once. It?s nothing like they tell you it?s
going to be. There was no music, roses or fireworks. It was more of a
drunken fumble that went a bit far and if anything we were more concerned
with getting it over, done with and out of the way.

       I guess I should introduce myself before I go any further. My names
Toby- yes its a crap Thomas the tank character name but I?m stuck with it-
and when this all took place I was 18. I guess I was alright looking, not
drop-dead gorgeous but certainly nice enough to get my fair share of
drunken kisses at various parties. My hair was short and brown and I was
forever experimenting with messing it up with wax to make it look
interesting. That day I headed over to my best friend Chloe?s house. Chloe
was a lesbian and whilst being a bit of an anomaly at our college she was
never ever short of play. She was also the only person (other than the guys
in question) that knew I'd ever had an interest in other guys.  I told her
about the game of dares I once played with two friends that eventually
escalated until two of us were wanking in front of each other. I know that
a lot of people would have thought that was pretty standard but as a
teenager in the moment with the blood pumping and the adrenaline going
through me it was one of the horniest moments of my life. There was
something about it being almost forbidden that just made it hotter. I still
bash one out to the scene of my mate desperately working toward his orgasm.

Anyway that night I got myself ready round Chloe?s. I dressed in fitted
jeans with a v neck tea and a waistcoat. I actually felt hot in that
outfit. Me and Chloe had a few pre-drinks and she told me about some girl
she was seeing in Brighton. I told her about the uni I hoped to be going to
and what I would do when I get there. We were already feeling the effects
of the drink by the time her dad shouted down that we best get a move on if
we wanted to get there on time so we downed our glasses and got on our way.

	When we got there we realised it wasn?t just the bar they?d hired
but also the beer garden out back which they?d set up with a marquee. The
whole thing was decorated with fairy lights and they?d set up speakers that
were wired in to the sound-system indoors. The whole thing was pretty
impressive. I know that in most places that?s a pretty boring idea for a
party but in the rough end of London where people didn?t have a shed load
of money to throw at these sorts of things, this was extravagant. That, and
we were all of legal drinking age and there was money behind a bar so by
most 18-year-old?s standards that?s a pretty fantastic do anyway. So I was
mingling with people, talking about the future and other stuff. I got
involved in some drinking games and eventually we end up playing spin the
bottle on the dance floor. That meant whilst dancing in a small circle the
bottle was spun on the floor between us. Anyway when it gets to my turn I
ended up getting Liam. He was a bit of a dick but I?ve got to admit he was
attractive. The problem was he was one of those guys who ?knows? they?re
attractive you know what I mean? He had messy curly brown hair and dressed
in that indie style that everybody used to think made them look sooo
individual despite the fact they all wore the same thing. He also played
guitar which got him a lot of play with the girls- that and his gorgeous
face. Anyways everyone?s cheering so I think fuck it and he comes in closer
and we kiss. Then everyone starts chanting, ?tongue tongue tongue,? so we
start locking lips before I probed around with my tongue, his meeting mine
and massaging each other. He was clearly thinking what I was thinking. Give
em a show! Suddenly his hands are on my neck and my face and mine are in
his hair. We didn?t like each other and I wasn?t getting off on the kiss
but he was cute and having an audience did add a certain thrill.

       The kisses lasted all of a few seconds if that and then there was a
short round of applause before the bottle was spun again. After that I
headed back inside to the bar where some of my other mates had a drinking
game going on on one of the tables so I just pulled up a chair and got
involved. Soon I had gone way past the ?mildly intoxicated? stage and the
demand on my bladder was making itself known. I excused myself from the
game and carefully made my way to toilet trying not to seem drunk. It
wasn?t until I was making my way back outside that I bumped into Liam. He
was pretty tanked up himself as he was slurring his speech and seemed a
little off balance.

?So, you lucky fuck?? he slurred

I waited for more but realised he was pretty drunk and had probably had the
rest of the conversation in his head.

?why am I lucky??

"c'mon you got a kiss from me, I'm fucking awesome at kissing," he grinned
in response.

There was something about that smile, maybe it was because he really was
cute or maybe it was just the sheer amount of alcohol in my system but I
suddenly felt like testing the water.

"Fuck-off I was doing all the work; you don?t get to take the credit for
that."

"mate- it was all me- I own that."

The drink was definitely doing its work because I advanced a lot faster
than I thought I would.

"mate- I will take you on anytime anywhere"

And just like that he had hold of my top and was dragging me out and around
the marquee where no one could see us. Before I could say anything else he
was kissing me and I just went with it. It was pretty dark outside as we
continued to make-out but even so there was a thrill of being seen. He
pulled off for a second and just gave me this weird look. And then he
pushed me up against a wall and span me around.

I could feel his cheek on my neck and smell the strange cocktail of alcohol
on is breath. Suddenly I was aware of everything. The smell of sweat from
dancing mixed with his aftershave. It was intoxicating. He just stood there
for a while with one hand on my shoulder and the other on my waist,
breathing into my ear. I knew he wasn?t exactly gay so he was probably
trying to figure out what he should do next. I shifted my hand behind me to
make a grab at the bulge in the front of his chinos. This seemed to get him
going again as his hands took hold of my belt and he began to fumble with
the buckle. A complicated job considering how intoxicated he was. I could
feel his breath getting faster and heavier as his excitement grew. He undid
my top button and drew down my zip but didn?t pull anything down which I
thought was a bit weird.

And then he stood stock still like he was suddenly unaware of what he
should do next.  I should be clear that I?d not had any experience anally
so to speak and I knew I didn?t want to go all the way but standing there
with his body that close and my heart going so fast in my chest I knew I
wanted something to happen. Then he had one hand on my stomach and I could
feel the other sliding into the back of my trousers- into my pants. Liam?s
hand began to knead my right ass cheek . As he got more comfortable with
what he was doing he began to dig his nails into the soft flesh, letting me
know that he was in control- and d?ya know what? For a split second I
wanted him to be.

I guess what happened next was a little gross but, we were both horny and
drunk. I heard him hock up phlegm and spit into his hand. Suddenly his hand
was right back in my underwear and the gooey warm liquid coating his
fingers was being smeared up and down my arse crack as he drunkenly tried
to find his target. Then he located it. I let a moan escape my lips as his
hand brushed past my hole.  I don?t know what I expected to happen really
but I thought it would progress a little slower than it did. He leaned in
closer and rammed a finger straight into me. I Bit my lip to stop a yelp of
pain alerting everybody to what was going on outside of the marquee. His
chin was on my shoulder and I thought he was about to say something but he
didn?t. Instead he took my earlobe into his teeth and began chewing on it
as his finger began fucking its way deeper inside me. It wasn?t painful but
I couldn?t quite get used to how hot his finger felt as it slid in and out
of me. I could feel my hole gripping on to his knuckle each time it past in
and out. Despite the new sensations working their way through my boy chute
and how horny I was feeling I guess the amount of alcohol was stopping me
getting a proper hard-on.

"you like that?" It was the first thing he said to me since we kissed and
that felt like a lifetime ago. "Told you I fucking own this shit."

For some reason hearing him swear sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my
cock. It was horny hearing him talk to me like we were two alpha fuck-heads
in a pub whilst doing something so fucking hot. He began to speed up his
finger in my ass. It was like he was fingering one of the fucking drunk
girls at this party in their cunts. It was like he had read my mind at that
point because he randomly sniggered, "boy pussy."

Despite the feelings of pleasure it was suddenly painful and hot in my ass
with his finger pistoning in and out and I moved him out of me and turned
around. It was almost as if he were still playing the game of ?Who?s the
sexiest? cos as I turned he sucked on the finger he had just fucked me
with, and looked at me as if he?d won some sought of game. But I was drunk
and if this had turned into a weird game of gay chicken I was not going to
be outdone. My lips were on his again and I swung him around and leant his
back against the wall. I moved down to his neck and began sucking and
nibbling on it. It was his turn to moan as I placed love bites up and down
one side of his neck, pulling the neckline of his shirt down to place some
more on his chest. I was marking him as mine and he seemed to willingly
take it.

I don't know whether it was me drunkenly losing my balance, nature taking
its course or what but somehow I was on knees in front of him and I had my
hand s on his arse, playing with his cheeks through his chinos whilst he
ran his fingers through my hair. I didn?t necessarily intend to go any
further otherwise the whole game of who owned who would be tipped again but
he kinda made the decision for me as his hands went to his belt and undid
everything so he could take out his now very hard dick. It wasn?t massive
or anything, it looked to be about 7 inches. I did nothing for a few
seconds and just looked up at him. He wasn?t smiling anymore, I think he
was too horny to be his eyes seemed to have glazed over with pure animal
lust and he began to rub the tip of his cock over my bottom lip.

Suddenly my horny brain took over and said ?what the fuck? before I really
realised my mouth was open and I had the head of his dick inside. What
happened next seemed to come pretty naturally- I had blowjobs from
girlfriends and knew what I liked (or would have liked if they?d been any
good at it).  Whilst sucking on his leaking knob end I used my tongue to
push back his foreskin and lick just under the head. This got an
appreciative moan. I then began working my head back and forth over him. It
was hard to co-ordinate everything because of the drink but I managed to
take occasional swipes at different places on his dick with my tongue
whilst bobbing backward and forward.

Just like that he was back into the role of dominator. He grabbed my head
and began to fuck my mouth like he was trying to be a porn star. It was all
a bit sloppy as he?d had so much to drink. Suddenly his cock hit the back
of my throat and I gagged and choked but he kept on at his task. I could
taste the salty-sweet precum from his cock leaking all over taste buds as I
placed one hand on the base of his dick in an attempt to regain some
control. I could tell he was getting close as he began to moan a little
louder and fuck a little faster. It was then that I had an idea.

I worked my other hand into the back of his underwear and began sliding my
fingers up and down his sweaty arse crack feeling through the fine hair for
his boy cunt. I located it and placed two fingers at his virgin entrance
then began to really focus on his cock.

I began to dribble a mix of spit and cock juice from the corner of my mouth
as his excitement grew. I knew he wasn?t about to warn me that he was about
to cum. Getting a load in my mouth would end our weird little game, he?d be
a stud and I?d feel like a slut. That simply wouldn't do.

As his cock became even harder between my lips I looked up to see his eyes
closed and his head tipped back. As I felt the first pulse of his dick in
my mouth I pulled off and spun to the side of him, driving my two dry
fingers straight up his tight boy cunt. He yelled in pain and orgasmic
pleasure as his exposed cock, glistening with spit, began shooting all over
the lawn. I could feel the walls of his pussy half trying to push me out
but also drawing my fingers in as he twitched with each spurt. His eyes
were screwed shut as he grunted with each burst of jizz.  As his orgasm
subsided I withdrew my fingers from his ass.

The realisation of what we had just done seemed to hit us at the both time
as we zipped up and sorted ourselves out. We stood there for a moment
looking at the floor not speaking and then headed back into the party. It
was a weird sensation getting into bed in the early hours of the morning
with the image of his face still plastered all over my mind. I ended up
wanking, shoving the fingers I?d had in him up my own boy cunt, trying to
re-capture the strange sensations that I had experienced only a few hours
before.

I haven?t seen or spoken to him since results day when we congratulated
each other on our exam results and wished each other luck at uni. I don?t
know if he ever told anyone what happened but I know from facebook that he
has a girlfriend now. As for me I?m still resisting labelling myself but am
with a great guy now but every now and then I do knock-one out thinking
about what happened that night.

That's it Let me know what you think. Constructive criticism or just plain
old appreciation welcome.