From: D One Subject: Booze, Drugs, RockNRoll, SEX Date: 09 Aug 1998 00:00:00 GMT There were so many empty beer bottles around, you could inhale the alcohol in the air and get even drunker. That would be true, except the air had a distinct aroma of pot..so when you inhaled, you were either stoned, drunk or confused. I was a little of all three. It was one or two in the morning when the rock music was blaring and the gang had begun to go wild. That wasn't unusual for a party either, except it was all guys there. A few women had been there earlier, but they were gone. Decorum, such that it was, had disappeared long ago as fart jokes, porn tapes and actual disgusting male oriented contests took over. And as the night got nighter...whoops, still stoned.....shirts and pants came off. The basement was so hot that the guys didn't seem to want to keep anything on. If you can imagine a roomful of drunken men, wearing underwear, jockstraps and in one case a posing strap, all stoned, and drunk, then you know I was in heaven. And things got better when guys got up to dance....not exactly together, but in bunches. And I joined in. I love to dance and as I jumped, gyrated and got into the music, I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of near naked sweaty bodies of my buddies doing the same. Guys got off on making their packages move while they danced, turning around and wiggling their butts, and now and then two guys would dance facing each other and mimic each others moves. It was hot......it was arousing.....it was my coming out night at things turned out. By three am, we were laying around, suffering, laughing, some dozing and a few openly touching each other. Cratcher had his hand in my hair...curly blondish reddish hair. He played with hit absentmindedly. That was ok with me.....Cratch, as I called him, was a buddy and although I never had sexual fantasies about him, it was ok. The guy, at least one of them, that I was totally turned on to, was Abe. A tall, totally smooth skinned guy who had earlier danced facing me....and mimiced my moves. So, I'd call that dancing WITH me. His head was in my lap....facing up and my hand was on his chest petting him, playing with his nipples which were erect. We weren't the only three guys ignoring our usual manly inhibitions. Others were horsing around, another group had bunched together in a small pile...and you couldn't see where their hands were.... The room light was turned almost off.....and the porn tape ran out. Someone turned the television off and the room was near black. I felt the hand in my jockey shorts and let it play with my erection. I felt lips on mine..and knew it was Cratch since he had to move to do this. I let him. I pulled him closer and buried my face in his armpit, licking the sweat and absorbing the intoxicating odor. My jockeys were being pulled off me and my cock and balls licked and sucked. I felt a finger find my butthole and enter me too. I heard the breathing in the room...it was deeper, loud and punctuated with various moans, groans, whispers and sighs. I saw bodies, now naked, moving about. I saw someone on their knees holding ankles in the air. But I was busy too busy to check on everyone. I had a cock in my mouth. I didnt' know if it was Cratch's or whose it was...the only thing I knew was that it was a hard cock. And I felt another stabbing at my asshole...and I pushed back a bit, the way my cousin had taught me, and it went inside....hurting at first. The room's aroma was beginning to change....it reminded me of the locker room which always turned me on..and made me feel even more sexy that night. I moved around the room...finding armpits to lick, cocks to suck, lips to kiss. I never refused a cock in my throat or ass..and jacked one or two off to boot. Based on what I remembered, nobody was wearing anything .... there was no secret to the fact we all knew what we were doing. But of course I knew I'd hear, and maybe say, "boy was I stoned last night" in the days ahead. I woke up in Cratch's bed.....with him. It was his house. We laughed and played grabass...we had always done that in the past so it wasn't tied to what went on the night before. He got some shorts for me to wear and we both went downstairs. Most of the guys had gone, but a few were there...some still asleep. Their naked bodies looking good enough to eat...but I had already done that... Nobody acknowledged the orgy we had enjoyed. Slowly all had left after helping Cratch and me clean up. We had breakfast..of sorts. "Boy you were pretty out there last night" Cratch said to me. "So were you" I replied. We looked at each other then glanced away. "One hell of a party" he said. "Did you enjoy yourself?" I decided not to avoid the subject. "I guess, you?" "Yeah.....it's good to get stuff out of your system once in awhile" I said. Cratch didn't answer. We went upstairs and took turns in the shower. I was drying myself off when he came back into the bathroom...totally naked. His smooth body was highlighted by his reddish hair. "Here. Want some more?" he jokingly held up his arm. I surprised him by saying "sure" and went to work on his armpits, expecting him to push me away..hopefully playfully. But he didn't. Instead his hand went to my butt and squeezed it. We fucked each other for the next couple of hours. We lay there with each other's sperm all over our bodies....not knowing what to say or do next. The phone rang.... "Sure" Cratch said into the phone then turned to me "wanna go to another party, like the one we had last night?" "Sure" I said and looked forward to another night of sex, drugs, RockNRoll and did I mentiond SEX?