The Party Never Stops, a story by Josh Terrence

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Author's note: This short story depicts sexual acts between males of various ages. If you are offended by sex between men, teenage boys, boys or between males of any age, why are you here? If you are not a legal adult or if this content is illegal in your locale, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. The taboo acts depicted in this story are not condoned by the author, this is fantasy only. All Characters in this story are portrayed by actors 18 years of age or older. This disclaimer applies to all installments of this story, past and present.

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Chapter 13 -- A Wednesday Night Dickdown for Casey 🏳️‍🌈

On Wednesday night I hopped on grindr and setup another cock date as soon as my homework was done. I'd already been studded after school by Jackson and Perry, but I was hot and horny for another gay encounter. Almost as soon as I logged in, I got tapped by a cute 19 year old who lives just a few doors down from me. I recognized his face as soon as I opened the alert -- his name is Daryl, and I've had a crush on him since I was in 7^th grade.

He was looking for a blowjob, so I sent him a face pic and he recognized me right away. When I asked him to meet me at the park, he said we could hang out at his place instead since his parents weren't there. When I asked if he'd be willing to fuck me in the ass, he quickly agreed and I felt my slutty rear end shiver with desire.

With my next hookup arranged, I went to the bathroom and fixed myself up, then I hurried to the front door.

Mom was in the kitchen making dinner, so she didn't see me as I slipped out the door and walked down the street in my slutty attire. There were a few people at the park who stared as I hastily made my way to my neighbor's house to be studded, but for the most part I went unnoticed.

He was standing in his driveway when I walked up, right by the opened garage door. He blinked when he spotted my outfit and quickly ushered me into the garage, then he closed the rolling door and we stood face to face for a few seconds.

"Fuck, I had no idea you were into guys," he gawked, setting his sights on my pierced right ear and my gay pride earring. "You're totally out, aren't you?"

"I'm kinda out, but I'm not out to everyone yet," I told him, my voice breaking with desire as I sized up this hot stud who I was about to have sex with. His dick was bulging through his sweat pants, making them tent all the way out while my mouth watered. Snapping back into the moment, I added, "My mom sorta knows, but I haven't told my dad yet."

"If your mom see's you dressed like this, she'll know for sure," he said with a brilliant smile, his deep dimples highlighting his boyish features. "Same with your dad."

"My mom did see me dressed like this," I admitted while he admired my piercing. "She's the one who took me to get my ear pierced and bought me this earring."

"Holy crap, there's no way she doesn't know," he assured me, and I shrugged. "Are you really here to get fucked in the ass?"

"Yes please," I said with a shy smile, then I reached out with my hand and gave his bulge a squeeze. I cooed as soon as I felt it throbbing in my grip, prompting me to say, "It's really big."

"You like it?" he asked. I nodded slowly as I kneaded it, letting my fingers move up and down its length like I was caressing the ivory keys of a piano.

"Can I take it out?" I asked hopefully.

"Go ahead," he urged me.

I reached down into his sweats and pulled the mammoth prick out with a horny moan. Casting my eager eyes up at his face, I slowly stroked it up and down while his chest heaved under his shirt. I moved a little closer, pressing my little body into his side and resting my chin against his diaphragm as I gazed up at him.

His dick was so hot in my hand, and I loved how I could feel it pulse as precum lurched from the head. He was looking down at me with hungry eyes, almost as if he were processing his emotions for a moment. Then, as if being pulled by gravity, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine while his right hand palmed my bubble butt. I moaned softly and let my lips part, then his tongue slid into my mouth and I was treated to a delicious French kiss that made me swoon.

With our tongues dancing, I tightened my grip on his cock and stroked it with passion. He groaned into my mouth and I sighed, then he broke our kiss and we shared a smile.

"I want to suck it, too," I said with a soft, feminine inflection.

"You can do anything you want with it, buddy," he assured me, then he gave my trembling ass a firm squeeze.

Armed with his approval, I knelt in front of him and slipped my mouth over the end, then I swallowed his entire length with a satisfied moan. I felt the wispy hairs shooting from his nut sack tickle my chin as I ran my lips all the way to the base, then I settled into a delicious blowjob that gave me chills. I stayed where I was and sucked him with lust filled moans for the better part of two minutes, then I felt him run his fingertips through my brown hair and he told me, "If you want me to fuck you we'll have to do it quick. I'm about to cum."

Giving him a grateful smile, I pulled off with a slurp and pulled my pants down. With my pants and undies bunched around my ankles, he took stock of my little boner and gushed, "Holy fuck, that's the cutest dick I've ever seen in my life."

"Thanks," I said with a shy smile, then I let him guide me so I was standing in front of the washing machine. I placed my hands on the edge and spread my feet as far as my pants would let me, then I bent forward to offer him my ass for breeding.

He grabbed my hips and slid the head of his dick between my cheeks, then it touched my hole and I moaned like a whore. I felt his fingertips digging into my hip bone as he pressed forward, then the glans melted through my entrance and I shut my eyes tight.

"How's that, babe?" he asked, and I smiled over my shoulder at him with a blissful sigh.

"It feels so good," I softly sang as his shaft slid all the way up my ass. I gave my hips a stir and added, "It's just right."

"Oh yeah?" he asked with an amused tone, and I nodded happily as my hole clenched his shaft. "Your ass feels amazing, buddy."

With that, he held on tight and started to thrust. In no time flat, my head was swimming with pleasure and my toes were curling in my shoes. I moaned hotly and declared, "I want to see you all the time."

"I'd love that," he whispered, then his hips started to move faster and I felt my chest glow with anal satiation. "You gonna let me hit this all the time?"

"Anytime you want it," I gasped, feeling my body sizzle as a rapturous wave overtook me.

My ass started to clamp down around his thrusting cock with chaotic contractions and his pelvis started to buck hard against my plump buns, then he bellowed out, "Oh shit!" and buried his rod deep. I felt his cock pulsing and jerking as he bred me, his pelvis quivering against the adipose tissue of my rump the entire time.

I looked over my shoulder with half opened eyes as my lover's face contorted, then he released his grip on my hips and his arms dropped to his sides. I ground my ass around with a guttural moan, then I watched him smile at me as he slowly withdrew his stud prick from my satisfied ass.

As soon as it emerged, I dropped to my knees and frantically sucked him clean. I could hear him taking deep breaths and occasionally muttering, "holy shit" while I hissed with pleasure around his dick. When there were no more cum strands left to lick away, I moved down and trapped his sack in my watering mouth so I could pay it a proper tribute. I lovingly Frenched his set while his dick softened, eventually coming to rest on my face and head while I purred with delight.

Finally, I released his sack and he helped me to my feet. I turned to face away from him again and spread my ass cheeks, eager to show him what his cock had done to my winking, satisfied hole. With my throbbing asshole on full display, I batted my eyes at him, then I let my cheeks close so I could hike my pants and leave.

"Can I see you again tonight?" I pleaded when I was dressed. "You can come to my place."

"Tonight?" he asked, raising an eyebrow while I nodded. "Won't your mom be there?"

I shrugged and said, "She won't know. Even if she does, she'll be too shitfaced to remember."

"Are you sure?" he asked, giving me a dubious look, but I assuaged his concerns with a kiss on his mouth while I groped his teen package.

"I'm positive," I said with a sultry smile. Then, giving him my cutest eyes I begged, "Pretty please?" 🏳️‍🌈

As I suspected, mom was totally shitfaced when I got home. I'd been gone for 30 minutes, and in that time she'd knocked back three more beers and had started taking shots of vodka. I could smell dinner cooking so I went to the kitchen and took over so she wouldn't burn our house down. While I was manning the stove, she stumbled to the living room and took her place on the sectional.

Realizing that she was about to get blackout drunk, I put the lid on the pot of noodles and set the red sauce to simmer, then I joined her in the living room.

"Hey sweetie, did you have fun?" she slurred, and I nodded. "Were you at the park again?"

"No, I went down the street to see Derek Stevenson," I explained. "He's coming over later."

"Oh him?" she slurred with the smile of a lush. I nodded again. "He's grown into a real stud, hasn't he?"

"Yeah, he's a total stud," I told her, feeling my pleasured rear end throb with delight as I remembered the deep dicking he'd treated me to. Feeling emboldened, I told her, "That's what I saw him for."

"Because he's a hunk?" mom blurted out, her speech scrambled.

"Yeah, and because I needed him to stud me," I said, curling my legs up under my satisfied rump. "That's what he's coming over to do later."

"He's coming over to stud you?" she asked, her voice seeming to vacillate between drunken stupor and momentary lucidity.

"He's coming over to fuck me in the ass again," I told her, my voice cracking with nervous excitement as I affirmed my status as a gay slut.

"Is that what he did earlier?" she asked. When I nodded, she said, "I see."

Then her head fell back into the backrest and she said, "Honey, go check on the pasta for mama."

I obediently got up to do what I was told, taking the lid off the spaghetti noodles and removing it from the heat while I tended to the red sauce. While I was rinsing the noodles under the faucet, I looked into the living room. I saw mom watching me as she poured herself another shot and wondered what she was thinking.

We ate dinner in the living room and mom seemed to sober up a little, but as soon as I took our plates to the kitchen she started hitting the vodka hard. By 8 o'clock she was totally fucked up and I had no concern about having Daryl come through and service my ass for me.

When he showed up, mom was swaying in her seat but somewhat acknowledged him with a smile. She looked him up and down while I cringed with embarrassment, then she slurred, "You've grown up, haven't you?"

I quickly led my suitor to my room and we got undressed. His dick was already rock hard, so I laid on my bed and pulled my knees to my chest, presenting my hungry boy pussy for fucking. Much to my delight, he crawled into my bed with me and lined his prick up to my hole while I watched with eager eyes. He held my ankles in his hands, then he leaned down and treated me to a mouthful of tongue while he sank his cock into my ass.

I moaned gutturally as he entered me, feeling his bulbous glans bully their way along the lining of my ass until his pubes were smashed into my crevice. Our tongues were dancing fluidly and I felt totally feminized by this stud as he started his dance of carnal delight.

In no time flat, my body took flight and my toes curled hard while my legs rocked back and forth with the motion of his cock strokes. My bed posts were knocking against the wall and my mattress was creaking while my pleasure filled moans rang out. But I didn't care at all because the familiar fog of anal ecstasy had invaded my head while my body coursed with the sweet sensation of total release. Over and over again, my rectum found its thirst completely quenched while I was deep dicked into paradise by my stud.

When his thrusting hips sank down for the final time, I sighed with relief as he planted his seed. Our tongues were still engaged while he rested inside me as his balls unloaded their bounty, then he pulled out of me and we broke our kiss. He collapsed on the bed beside me and I sucked him clean, then I clung to his chest and let him hold me while I recovered from the gold standard lay he'd treated me to.

"Will you come see me tomorrow, too?" I said with a hopeful tone.

"Your mom won't care?" he asked as endorphins continued to erupt all over my short, slight frame.

"She won't say anything," I said, nuzzling my head into his heaving torso. "Plus she'll be drunk."

With that, we laid in silence and basked in our mutual ecstasy while the sounds of the TV set carried into my room through the wall. Finally, he kissed me on the lips and said, "Same time?"

Feeling my heart speed up, I nodded eagerly and said, "Yes please."

With that, he got up and got dressed while I donned my tighty whities and my shirt, then I walked him to the door. Mom was still awake but barely cognizant as she watched us walk hand in hand to the front door. Before he left, I wrapped my arms around his neck and indulged in one more French kiss while she studied us through intoxicated eyes, then I sighed as he went out the door.

I turned to face mom, who had that look of lucidity back on her face, and went to sit with her.

"Are you still shitfaced?" I asked softly, laying my head on her shoulder while she wrapped her arm around me.

"Not too shitfaced to talk," she said, and I realized she wasn't slurring her words for the moment. "Did you get what you needed from him?"

I nodded, then I said, "I asked him to come see me again tomorrow. Is that okay?"

She seemed to be scanning the mess of beer bottles and her half empty fifth of vodka, which was uncapped on the coffee table, and nodded her head.

"Who am I to tell you not to enjoy yourself?" she said, then she gave me an alcohol scented kiss on the side of my head. "Do you need to get something off your chest?"

"Yeah," I sighed. Then I admitted, "I can't stop thinking about what you told me about dad's... you know."

"His dick?" she asked softly, and I nodded.

"I want to talk more about it," I said in a little bit of a pleading tone.

"What do you want to know?" she offered while I curled my legs up under my body and snuggled into her side.

"How did it feel?" I asked timidly, and she took a deep breath before answering.

"It was incredible, Casey," she said. "Being with your dad was always special."

"Did... did he fuck you in the ass with it?" I asked.

"All the time," she said, and I felt a shiver roll through me. "Your daddy is a very talented lover."

"I wish I knew what it felt like," I muttered, then I blushed and gave her a remorseful pout.

"You don't have to be ashamed, son," she said, patting my freshly fucked ass. "You're having a lot of powerful feelings, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I sighed. "How many inches is it, mom?"

Instead of answering, mom reached down and took my skinny wrist in her hand, then she lifted it up and gave it an appraising look. She brought her other hand to my elbow, then she nodded and said, "About as long and thick as your forearm is, babe."

Another powerful shiver gripped my ass and I let out an involuntary moan, then I gazed up at her helplessly and felt my lower lip quivering.

"I'm having fantasies about it," I admitted as she let my wrist go and caressed my face.

"I know, sweetie," she assured me through a drunken expression.

"Do you think I'm a perv?" I asked guardedly.

"I think you're a teenaged boy who's going through puberty," she said with a wink. "And I'm glad you told me, son. I want you to tell me whatever you need to say."

"It's easier for me to talk about it when you're shitfaced," I told her.

"You can say it when I'm sober," she reminded me, and I smiled up at her.

"I love you, mom," I whispered. "Are you ready for me to help you to bed?"

"Sure, sweetie," she said, then we stood up together and she stumbled. I helped her steady herself, then I walked her to her room, where she flopped down on her pillow and passed out.

Up Next: Casey collects all the loads in the next chapter of The Party Never Stops 🏳️‍🌈

Also: Jack's on a mission to get laid, but what lengths will he go to in order to lure a pair of hung tops to his lair? Find out right now in The Empty Bottle 🏳️‍🌈

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