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A wallflower, I’m not. Great at socializing in any situation. However I was bored to numbness and wondered what the hell I was doing at this utterly dead party. Actually the reason was very simple. I was being kind and, as the saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished. A friend needed to show up at the party for the good of her career and didn’t want to go alone. I agreed to be her escort. What a mistake!

She’d settled into her niche and I didn’t need to remain at her side. I wandered outside. I figured I’d kill some time taking in the whatever nature had to offer. A number of people stood around the pool deck, drink in hand and chatter that sounded like a low constant hum. So far this evening I’d endured a guy telling me endlessly about how his son had beat out every other student at the regional spelling championships. Yippee! A lady gave me a nauseating account of her bunion surgery, and some dork spilled his drink all over my sandals. I’d spent ten minutes in the bathroom wiping them down and trying to wash it off my feet. And the pathetic thing was that those 10 minutes were the best time I’d had all evening. I was beginning to feel like I was at a funeral but the casket was missing.

I put on my best “don’t mess with me” face combined with a semblance of a smile and carefully avoiding any contact afraid someone just may notice me and start yammering again. I made my way to the far end of the large yard and sat down on a wooden bench, as far away from the crowd and illumination of the yard as possible. The shadows cast from the large tree overhead were a welcome addition to my hiding place. I could relax here for a while away from those people. Judging by this group the Clairol commercial was right: “straight is boring”. Don’t get me wrong, my straight friends are cool but even they would sooner eat styrofoam than be with this bunch. I kicked back and let my mind wander.

The world returned rushing into the void I’d made of my mind and I felt alive. Alive and stunned by what I was seeing. My eye caught an image that brought me back to reality. He looked like he had walked straight out a superhero comic. Deep golden tan crowned with long blonde hair that fell below his shoulders. I’m not all that partial to long hair on a guy. But this one was, well, perfect.

The top two buttons were open revealing hints of a broad chiseled chest under a white casual shirt with sleeves rolled up. Strong muscled legs protruded from a pair of loose fit linen shorts. With my powerful thighs and calves I knew this was one area where I had the advantage. Long hours in the gym had made by body rock hard with definition I could be proud of. I was curious how we would compare sans shirts. Looking at him I was rock hard instantly and knew I had to find an opportunity to talk with him. What if he was straight? No matter. At least I’d have the chance to satisfy my lust for beauty and beautiful he was.

I was just about to get up and head in his direction when I realized he was coming towards me. I decided to wait and see exactly where he was going before I moved. He stopped a few times to respond as people said hello to him as he passed moving with a casual yet confident gait.

He left the deck and walked across the lawn. He was coming directly towards me. As he neared his eyes narrowed peering into the darkness.

“Good evening.” I smiled broadly at this most welcome form.

“Howdy.” he responded with a slight hint of southern drawl. A small grin appeared at the corners of his mouth. “Hiding?” he said. It was more a statement than a direct question. “The mad magpies gives me a headache too. This” he added sweeping his arms wide to include the whole area, “is my escape place.” He dropped beside me onto the bench.

I chuckled, “Yeah. Anything to get away from this funeral masquerading as a party. I can’t imagine who would host something like this.”

“That would be my sister.”

My face flushed. “Oh shit. I’m sorry. Let me try to remove my large foot from my even bigger mouth.”

He laughed and reached out planting his hand on my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I share your opinion. Susan’s great. I love her. At a pinch I might even walk through fire for her. But when it comes to throwing parties, her inner nerd is very much out there. I’m hiding out back here in the darkness too, ya know”.

We were quiet for a long time enjoying the silence punctuated by a few enthusiastic crickets.

Even low and near my ear, his voice sounded loud after the long silence. “I agreed to help Susan with the organizing and hosting of this party and now that things are well under control, I deserve a break, wouldn’t you say? What’s your story?”

“A single friend needed an escort.”

“Ha! I knew it! I can always recognize the symptoms. You have no idea the use this corner gets at party time. My name’s was Hector.” Sitting there in the darkness, a world away from the party, I judged him to be late 20′s. Probably a shade younger than I.

“I like your sandals,” he commented looking down at my feet.

“I’ve just spent ten minutes trying to get rid of some punch stains off them,” I said unconsciously lifting and rotating my foot for just a moment giving him better view.

“Oh my goodness, do that again!” he exclaimed as I planted my foot back down on the ground. I grinned and obliged him lifting and rotating my foot once again.

“Damn, that’s incredible,” he enthused grabbing onto my calf with his left hand then slowly sliding his hand up to my thigh. “You’ve got the most incredible legs.” Here we go again. My legs are the star attraction! Oh, well, why not? I’ve worked on them long enough and coming from him I truly was flattered.

“Thanks. You too and that tan shows them off nicely.” He noted that my tan wasn’t bad either and his hand moved a bit further up my thigh as he grasped a handful of my quad.

I slid my hand over to rest on his leg. He began massaging my thigh slowly moving upwards pushing my shorts as well as sliding his hand underneath them.

“No underwear? I like that!”

It wasn’t long until I felt his fingers brushing lightly against my ball sac.

I leaned over towards him and gently planted my lips to his. He responded by grasping the back of my head with his right hand and holding it tight while firmly sliding his tongue between my lips. He was obviously a no-nonsense guy who had no qualms about going after what he wanted. Well, I was ready to play. I undid a couple buttons on his shirt and slid my hand in. I wrapped it around him to feel the sinewy muscles of his torso.

Hector’s fist suddenly wrapped tightly around my solid pole and he kneaded it with hard squeezes. I gasped and pulled him even closer. Our tongues were dueling and our hands were busy exploring the fine details of each other’s body. To further explore, I unsnapped his shorts and slid the zipper down. I felt his underwear as I reached for the rigid pole confined within. Through the cotton I ran my fingers along the veiny ridges and the pulses of it jerking with life.

He pulled back from me as he grabbed the sides of my black ribbed T-shirt and pulled it up. I quickly raised my arms to accommodate his rapid move and my shirt was gone, lying on the ground beside us. Looking at my tight body he murmured his appreciation and leaned in again. His mouth zeroed in on one nipple while his right hand began playing with the other. Meantime his left hand explored my abs, fingers running along each mildly present ridge and groove in a mapping expedition.

I reached over his back and slid my hand inside his shorts to discover it was a sports thong he was wearing which left his ass cheeks bare. The round mounds of flesh were smooth to my touch and his loose shorts fell away allowing me easy access. I paused to pull the tail of his shirt up letting me see the pale white flesh below his bikini tan line.

His touch sent sharp spikes of pleasure through me. One moment it was soft and gentle, the next firm and demanding. The alternations were incredible at keeping me in constant erotic thrills. I moaned softly as his tongue lapped its way down my chest and zigzagging across my abs. His hands were now busily removing my belt and unbuttoning my shorts. He then grabbed my hands as he stood up and pulled me to my feet. Quickly dropping to his knees he unzipped my shorts and they fell to the ground. There I stood less than a hundred feet away from the large group of party attendees with nothing on but my sandals. “Hector,” I gasped. “Somebody will see!”

“Naw. It’s too dark.” He reassured me. His own shorts were dropped down to his crotch having been held up only by his wide stance when he stood. Now as he knelt they had fallen to his knees.

In one smooth gulp he devoured my seven-and-one-half inches until his nose was pressing hard against the roots of my closely trimmed hair. I could feel the head of my dick being tightly squeezed deep down in his throat. He gave a few quick short thrusts so the head was driving in and out of his throat before coming up for air. God it was fantastic.

I reached inside his shirt and massaged his shoulders while this went on. While he deep throated me he had been undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt and now shrugged it off. I felt a bit less self conscious now that he was almost as undressed as I. I really didn’t have time to think about that. His mouth’s continued attention to my dick kept me focused on the sexual bliss.

I leaned over so I could reach further down on his body and dug my hands deep into slabs of muscled flesh. Hector’s left hand fondled and pulled on my balls. Meantime I felt his right hand nudging between my legs. I stepped out of my shorts to give him room to maneuver and the fingers of his right hand slid up my crack to reach my pucker where he began to knead and massage it as well. I softly murmured my pleasure to him and continued to alternately grope the muscles of his chest and his back.

After several minutes he paused and looking up into my face. He gripped my rod and asked, “How’d you like to do some drilling?”

“Right now I would love to but I don’t have a raincoat,” I answered.

“Ah, that may be. But I do.”

He fumbled with the shorts around his knees for a moment then from his pocket he produced two plastic pouches: a condom and a packet of lube. Holding them up he announced “Always be prepared!” He tore the condom open and rolled it down my throbbing shaft. Standing up, he pulled down his sports thong and stepped out of it along with his shorts. His impressive meat snapped to attention almost instantly. It was at least as long as mine but uncut and not quite as thick. Also there was a slight curve to the shaft arching upwards seeming to be pulling it even further towards the sky. Now there were two naked men standing in clear view of the party save for the darkness. Ripping the top off the lube pack with his teeth he greased my anxious sheathed pole then reached down to ready himself for action.

“How do you want to do this?” I queried.

“Sit down” he commanded.

I parked myself back on the bench. He stepped forward between my wide spread legs. He lifted his legs one at a time around me so they were draped off the other side of the bench. Sitting on my lap, he planted his hands on the front edge of the bench then lifted his ass back up to center for impalement. Reaching between his legs, I lined up my arrow with the target and let him slowly lower himself onto it. He didn’t stop until his weight was totally back on my lap, then with an angelic grin creeping over his face he lifted up again. Starting very slow, we became fused as one. I joined in rocking my hips back and forth with each thrust to help intensify the fuck. We moved in a slow rhythmic pace taking time to enjoy every feel, every sensation. My dick slid slowly in one direction with nerves tingling all the way, then reversed and another collection of nerves reacted to the feel of his tight ass clenching it. Eventually we started to build up speed and force as the physical lust grew. Soon we were flying wildly back and forth with the slapping sound of full body contact and the small grunts and moans that accompanied each pump, stifled to avoid gaining attention from the party crowd nearby. I wrapped my arms around his back and let them slide up and down smoothly through the sweat building there. I began shaking as the orgasmic sensations took over. Knowing it wasn’t long I murmured to him through clenched teeth, “I’m gonna cum!”

“Do it, baby. Shoot away!” came the reply.

Less than a minute later, my rhythmic rocking gave way to uncontrolled bucking as my dick exploded within the rubber’s confines deep inside his tight ass. For an eternal minute I shook and my body thrashed wildly in the bliss of orgasm. It decreased slowly until I sat still under him. He leaned forward and craning his neck down he planted his lips on mine deeply kissing me for a moment before whispering, “Thanks, Evan. You feel so fine inside of me.”

“Good.” I whispered back. “But what shall we do about this?” and I grasped his still rock-hard member.

“If you don’t mind I’d love to plough you with it.” came the response.

“Sure. I love getting fucked too, and you’ve certainly earned it.” I tweaked as his left nipple.

Hector lifted himself off my now ultra-sensitive dick and instructed me to lay back on the end of the bench. I followed his instructions. He located his discarded shorts and produced another condom. He moved around to the end of the bench. He paused to remove my sandals before lifting my legs up over his shoulders. The lube ready, he slicked up my opening and readied it by fully inserting one finger.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

“Go for it!”

“Well hang on, Evan, I’m hornier than hell for your sweet ass.” He dove down to plant a kiss squarely on the pucker and was right back up again with the tip of his rod nudging at my fuck hole’s entrance.

In one quick jab his meat was halfway inside me. He stayed there for barely a moment adjusting his positioning then slammed himself full force into my ass. I winced in pain for a moment, then my face morphed into a twisted bliss as the pain subsided leaving the joy of a good dick inside my ass. Hector grabbed onto my hips and compressed my whole body a couple inches closer to him, off the end of the bench.

“Brace yourself!” He looked me square in the eye with a devilish sneer on his face. “It’s time to rock!” I clamped my hands tightly onto either side of the bench and Hector became a man possessed. Knees well spread he was kneeling on the ground with his toes firmly dug into the grass giving him good traction and thrust. He used it with all his might. He slammed his body fiercely into my ass then used the momentum generated from the impact to yank himself back away until just the tip was enclosed within me. Already his body was hammering back again with such tremendous force I didn’t have much choice in interacting: it was all I could do to just hang on and enjoy being ridden. And enjoy it I did. His dick made sweet harmony with my ass and I loved every moment of it. My own spent meat came to life again and lay rigid on my stomach bouncing with each pound of Hector’s body into me.

Hector varied the angle and the tempo giving my ass ever changing sensations of ecstasy. All I could do was hang on to the bench. I was breathing and sweating with exertion. If this was a workout for me, it was nothing compared to the physical exercise Hector was getting. Sweat poured off him and splattered out in all directions. He was breathing so hard he was almost gasping for air. He lunged his dick in and out of my ass like his life depended on how deep he could drill inside of me. Only the threat of dehydration could have stopped him.

Suddenly, I sensed a difference in his style. His thrusts became a bit shorter and faster and were now accompanied by a low guttural moan.

“Hector!” The call from the direction of the house.

We both turned. A blonde lady stood on the edge of the crowd peering into the blackness of our direction.

“Yeah, Susan.” Hector managed in as even a voice as he could muster.

“I need you in the kitchen,” she replied and turned to head back towards the house.

Hector choked over his reply. “I’m coming!” he yelled back.

And did.

Spectacularly.

Written by Evan Teed. Edited by Richard.
?? Copyright 2002 by Evan Teed. Copyright renewed 2005. All rights reserved.