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Author's Note: This is the second installment of House Party, telling the story of Brad and Aaron and their sexual experiences. The story is going to develop slowly, not diving into full on sex until a bit later on. Hopefully this method will work and make the story seem believable. Any comments or suggestions are welcome, even encouraged. aleksandercaspian@gmail.com
House Party - Chapter 2
"AWESOME party, Brad. Thanks mate."
"You rock, dude. Totally kick-ass night."
Brad smiled and nodded, trying to hide his impatience. It was almost the middle of the day following his party, and the guests were only just starting to leave. He resisted the temptation to grab the partygoers and hurl them out the front door: only about a fifth of them had left, and the rest seemed to be settling in to stay. Next thing you knew they'd be wanting breakfast. Suddenly, a brainwave stuck him.
"Well," he said, trying to keep a straight face, "Time to start the cleaning."
Looks were exchanged.
"Wow, look at the time, I've really gotta push off."
"Yeah, thanks mate, see you later, yeah?"
Within five minutes the house was empty. Brad chuckled quietly. Casting an eye around the house, he quickly decided that cleaning could wait until tomorrow. His parents wouldn't be back until the day after, which should give him plenty of time. Besides, he had other plans for today. Glancing around to make sure he was alone, he slid a slightly shaking hand into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper Aaron had left with him the night before. He contemplated it for a moment, and then moved towards his computer at a quick walk.
Thirty seconds later he was signed on to MSN and quickly inputting Aaron's address into his contacts. His pulse was quickening as he pressed 'Add', and he berated himself. Jeez, what's wrong with you? You're acting like a thirteen year old around his first crush. Shit. I don't have a crush on him, do I? Brad stopped and thought for a moment. No, don't be stupid. You're just nervous someone will find out. Perfectly normal. Perfectly...normal. Who the fuck are you to talk about normal? You just let a guy suck your- his internal monologue was cut short as the computer emitted a soft 'Ding'. Aaron had come online.
Brad stared at the screen. He waited. And waited. Maybe Aaron had changed his mind about wanting to talk to him? Maybe he hadn't liked last night. Five minutes passed before it struck him. God dammit! Of course he's not going to say anything. He doesn't know it's me. Opening a chat window, Brad typed.
Vote for Pedro! says:
hey.
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
Hey...?
Vote for Pedro! says:
It's brad.
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
Oh hey!
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
Dude your display name must be rly old.
Vote for Pedro! says:
Lol. Yeh.
Brad says:
Better?
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
Simple, but elegant. :D
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
How's the clean up going?
Brad says:
Eh. Havnt started it.
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
I thought as much, lol.
Brad says:
Ill do it tmw. I wanna get out of the house 4 now.
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
Well, you're welcome to come round here, if you like.
Brad says:
Um...I dnt no if I can...
I'mTooSexyForMyDisplayName says:
I'm having pizza for lunch ;)
Brad says:
Y didnt u say so lol. Wats your addy?
Five minutes later, dressed in tight jeans and a tighter black tank top, Brad accelerated away from the now-trashed house with Aaron's address in his hands.
The doorbell rang, and Aaron bounded towards the front of the house. Looking through the peephole in the door, he took a moment to admire the sexy boy standing outside, his shirt stretching over his tight, muscular body. After a few moments, Aaron stepped back and opened the door. Brad stood there, grinning.
"Was that you looking through the peephole?" Brad asked.
Aaron flushed slightly.
"Yeah, um, you weren't supposed to see me."
Brad stepped into the house.
"Hope you liked what you saw," he whispered, spinning slowly around to give Aaron a chance to admire his body. The other boy did just that, eyes drinking in the sight. Tight jeans displayed the perfect shape of Brad's butt while simultaneously seeming to accentuate his ample package. The fitted tank top was clinging to his muscular torso for dear life, leaving nothing to the imagination. Every muscle could be seen clearly, straining against the material as though the entire ensemble would rip to shreds at the slightest twitch. Brad wasn't overly muscled, but he sure did fill his shirt well. Aaron wondered if Brad knew exactly how much the outfit screamed 'fuck me'. After staring openly for a few moments, Aaron gestured down the hall.
"Up the stairs, third door on the right is my room."
When they reached Aaron's room, Brad sat at the desk on the only available chair, leaving Aaron, after he'd closed the door, to sit on the edge of the bed. Brad looked around the room: a desk with a relatively expensive looking laptop, several pictures of male models on the walls, and various books and magazines strewn around the room.
"Cool room, man," Brad said, trying to make conversation.
Aaron smiled. "Thanks. I like it." He leaned back on the bed, and Brad noticed a ripple go through the blankets.
"Dude!" he exclaimed. "You have a water bed?"
Aaron glanced over his shoulder at the bed. "Hmm? Oh yeah, I do. It's pretty good."
Brad nodded. "Man, that's cool. Mind if I try it out?"
Aaron looked mildly surprised for a moment.
"Sure, why not?"
He stood up and gestured to the bed. Grinning, Brad got up and went to lie down on the bed. With a ripple and a wave, he sank into the bed.
"Whoa. Cool!" he enthused, rolling and arching his back to create waves. "How do you even sleep in such a fun bed?"
Aaron chuckled. "Believe me, you get used to it."
Brad let the bed's gentle rocking subside.
"Wow, I wonder what it would be like to have sex in a bed that was constantly moving?"
"Oh," said Aaron, grinning. "It's not that different to a normal bed. It just moves around a bit more when you're... thrusting..." his voice trailed off as he looked at Brad. The other boy stared at him, his throat suddenly dry.
"And sometimes," Aaron continued on boldly, "sometimes when I'm giving a guy a blowjob, and I'm really going to town on his cock, the bed shakes and rocks so much it's like he's full on fucking my face."
Brad laughed nervously.
"So you... you really like giving head?"
Aaron smiled, and moved to sit at the end of the bed, at Brad's feet.
"Absolutely," he said. "Sometimes I enjoy it more than having my own cock sucked."
Brad unconsciously reached down and rearranged his crotch. His cock was starting to get harder, becoming embarrassingly obvious.
"That's...that's interesting," he said, willing his dick to go down.
Aaron smiled. He eyed Brad's growing package, then shifted his gaze until he was looking directly at the other boy. Brad's pulse was quickening.
"Fuck I'm horny," he whispered.
"Again?" Aaron replied, feigning surprise.
"I'm always horny," Brad said, spreading his legs wider, until they were pressed against each end of the bed. Aaron slid down from his sitting position until he was leaning over Brad's legs, less than two feet from the boy's lap. Instead of drawing away, Brad shuffled forward slightly, propping his back up with pillows so he was sitting on the bed with Aaron positioned in between his legs. Gently, Aaron reached out and slowly started to run his hand up Brad's leg. There was a sharp intake of breath as Brad felt the other boy's hand moving towards his now throbbing hard on. He reached down a hand and placed it on top of Aaron's, stopping him in his tracks. Aaron looked up.
"Something wrong?"
Brad swallowed.
"I don't know if I should be doing this."
Aaron smiled innocently.
"Doing what?"
"This." Brad said. "I'm straight, man, I've always been straight."
Aaron shrugged. "Alright."
"No, seriously!" Brad exclaimed. "I'm not gay!"
Aaron almost giggled.
"So you're not gay. It's OK." He laughed. Seeing Brad's conflicted expression, he grew serious.
"Brad, I'll only ever do what you're comfortable with. I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do."
Brad's hand slowly relaxed and went limp, allowing Aaron to continue moving up his leg. He continued to speak.
"But I don't think that, today, I've done anything you didn't want me to do. Otherwise you would have moved away when I first touched you."
Brad's breathing became heavier as Aaron's hand slid inexorably closer to his manhood. His eyes were still on Aaron.
"I think you know what you want, Brad, but you're fighting it because you think you aren't supposed to want it." Aaron continued to speak in the calming voice, all the while moving his hand slowly up Brad's leg.
Brad's breath was coming in short intervals now as Aaron's hand crested his upper thigh and moved inwards. The time at the party had been impulsive and wild, but this was much more deliberate and...sensual. He focused on what Aaron was saying.
"If you want me to stop, I will. Just tell me to stop, Brad."
Aaron's hand slid to a stop inches from the other boy's bulging package. Brad nearly whimpered.
"Please..." he croaked, "please don't stop,"
Aaron smiled and slid his hand onto Brad's crotch, rubbing his erection through the jeans. Slowly, he reached up with the other hand and unzipped Brad's fly. Brad moaned as his massively hard boner sprang out of his pants, swinging free at last. Smiling, Aaron lent over and ran his hot tongue over it, lapping and tracing delicate patterns on the shaft. Brad shivered in delight and sighed deeply, relaxing into the sensation as Aaron continued to lick him.
Drawing away for a moment, Aaron reached up and pulled Brad's jeans down over his tight butt, dragging them down to his ankles. Brad quickly kicked them off the bed and then, grabbing Aaron's head, slipped his cock into the eager mouth. He groaned loudly: it was even better than he remembered it, making a hot, wet ring around his cock as he slid it in and out. Little shivers of sexual pleasure tingled through his whole body as Aaron slowly sucked him.
Aaron felt Brad's cock fill his mouth: the smooth, hard dick felt like it belonged there. Reaching up, he ran his hands over Brad's sexy chest. Slipping the cock out of his mouth for a moment, he straightened up and grasped the edges of Brad's tank top, pulling it up and over the boy's head. Brad straightened his back and raised his arms, allowing Aaron to slide the tight shirt off his friend's muscled body. Aaron took the opportunity to shrug his shirt off too, leaving him naked but for a pair of loose fitting shorts which allowed plenty of room for his growing erection. Turned on, he lowered himself back onto Brad's dick, taking it into his waiting mouth. As he sucked, he felt warmth on his back as Brad reached out and began to massage Aaron's back as the other boy sucked his pulsing rod. Invigorated, Aaron continued sucking, picking up the pace and taking more and more of the cock into his mouth, free hands exploring Brad's firm abs and slender waist.
Brad was breathing heavily, so turned on by what was happening. He was lying in another guy's bed, completely naked, getting the best blowjob of his life from a gay guy. It should have freaked him out, but he felt hot good to care. He saw Aaron glance up at him, somehow managing to grin mischievously at him while still having his lips wrapped around Brad's cock. Then, without warning, Aaron plunged down onto the pole, further than ever before, sliding Brad's meet into his throat. The boy cried out, amazed at the feeling of his cock sliding down Aaron's throat. This was his first experience with deep throating, but it was obvious to him that Aaron knew what he was doing. Brad lay back and closed his eyes, thrilling at the awesome sensations.
Aaron relaxed his throat muscles and slid more of Brad's cock in. A few more inches and... he had it all the way in. He felt Brad's nuts slap against his face, and slid his tongue out to lap at the balls. He heard Brad moan and felt him squirming with delight at the double stimulation. Slowly, Aaron pulled his head off the throbbing dick and licked the clock head. Looking up, he grinned at Brad, then slid the boy's cock in to the hilt. Brad gasped and began to thrust in and out of Aaron's throat, fucking his face.
He was still thrusting his cock up into Aaron's throat when the door swung open and a middle-aged woman walked in.
"Boys, what sort of pizza topping did you...Oh my!"
With a slick popping sound, Aaron slid Brad's cock out of his mouth and smiled.
"Hi Mom. This is Brad."
Aaron's mother composed herself. "Pleasure to meet you, Brad. Pizza toppings?"
Brad almost died. The woman looked straight at him. There was no way she could fail to notice his nakedness, his sweat soaked torso, his hard cock, or her own son hovering inches away from him. He could barely breathe, let alone speak. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Aaron waited a few moments, then turned to his mother, grinning.
"I'll hazard a guess that Brad would like meat lover's pizza, Mom. Uh, I think I'll have just cheese on mine... I've got plenty of meat right here." He gave Brad's cock a slow lick.
The woman rolled her eyes. "You boys," she said, turning and shutting the door behind her.
Aaron grinned, turning back to Brad. "Where were we?" he said, lowering his head again.
Before he could touch Brad's cock, the other boy grabbed his head and pushed him away.
"What the fuck was that, dude!" Brad's voice was shaking. "Your mum just fucking walked in on us and you want to go on as though nothing happened?!"
Aaron laughed.
"It's OK, man. I told you, my parents are cool."
"No parents are that fucking cool! No way, I have to get out of here."
Aaron's smile disappeared. "Really, it's OK. Mom just forgets to knock, sometimes, but she knows I have sex with guys and she's cool with it."
Brad sat up, shimmying towards the other end of the bed.
"But I DON'T have sex with guys, dammit!" Brad yelled. He reached over and grabbed his shirt. Alex sighed.
"OK. If you want to go, I won't stop you."
Brad paused in his attempts to dress. Aaron continued.
"But you can't leave like that. Your cock is all wet. Want me to clean it for you?"
Brad looked warily at Aaron, then down at his sweat-and-spit soaked boner. Slowly, he nodded. Aaron leant over and rang his tongue along the thick shaft, collecting his own saliva and sucking it back into his mouth. He licked every inch of Brad's cock, collecting all the liquid he could find. Then he sat up again.
"I think its clean now," he said, looking at Brad.
Brad was silent for a moment. Then he said:
"No, no I don't think it is."
Without warning, he grabbed Aaron's head and forced it down on his cock again, gasping as the hot lips wrapped around his shaft. Aaron grinned and deep throated the dick once again, enjoying the feeling of the hard shaft sliding down the back of his throat.
Brad raised his hips and fucked Aaron's face, completely overpowered by the sensation of the deep throating. His doubts had melted like ice the moment Aaron's hot tongue touched his cock once more, and now he knew he didn't give a damn if the whole world paraded through the room: he was going to shoot a load in this hot boy's mouth. Glancing over at the door, he noted with interest that it had failed to click shut, and was in the process of being swung open by a gust of wind. The door opened fully, exposing the scene in the bedroom to anyone who might walk through the hallway. Brad only grinned and thrust his cock deeper into Aaron's throat. He felt the heart-thumping thrill of possible discovery he had discovered the night before course through his veins. More turned on than ever in his life, he moaned louder, no longer guarding his voice to make sure it didn't carry. If this house was OK with teen sex, he was going to fucking well make the most of it.
Aaron was ecstatic. Brad was finally getting into it, forcefully fucking his face and moaning loudly. The door was wide open now, but neither of them cared: they were too caught up in their fun. Aaron was so turned on by Brad's fucking and sexual moaning that he was close to cumming without even touching his cock.
Brad felt himself getting close to orgasm. He increased the pace of his thrusting, driving his dick further upwards into the seemingly endless canal of Aaron's throat. From the hallway he heard footsteps, and for a wild moment he found himself hoping with all his heart that someone would walk in, right then.
"Ohhh...Ohhh god..." moaned Brad as he felt the cum building at the base of his cock. The footsteps were coming closer and closer, and his excitement was rising. The building pressure was generating waves of pleasure which swamped over him, sending shivers through his toned body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure walk past the open door, in time with his first blast of cum.
"Ohh FUCK!" he yelled, arcing his back and thrusting his hips high up, burying his cock in Aaron's face as thick wads of his seed shot out of his dick and into Aaron's warm mouth. The figure in the hallway stopped still outside the door, which only served to fuel Brad's horny excitement all the more. He cried out in ecstasy as his cock emptied itself, cum dribbling out of Aaron's mouth only to be lapped up by the boy's darting tongue.
Slowly Aaron lifted his head off Brad's meat, licking it all the way up to make sure he sucked in every last drop of cum. Brad was panting like he had just run a marathon, sweat cascading down his still shivering body. Satisfied, he let himself relax into the bed, enjoying the pleasant after-sex buzz. For a moment he was sure he heard a soft chuckle before the figure in the hallway turned and strode away from the room. Brad looked at Aaron: the other boy was grinning from ear to ear while licking stray strands of cum from his fingers. Brad sighed.
"God...that was incredible," he said, running a hand over his sweat and cum soaked chest. "YOU were incredible," he corrected himself, grinning at Aaron.
Aaron smiled modestly.
"I was, wasn't I?" He laughed. "God, dude, I could suck your cock for hours."
"I'll keep that in mind." Brad's smile faded slightly and a troubled look came over his face. Aaron looked at him quizzically.
"What's up, B?"
Brad spoke slowly. "It just seems really selfish of me to get to cum twice with you, while you haven't been able to once."
Aaron shrugged. "You're straight, I understand that. Besides, I like sucking dick."
Brad laughed. "Obviously. But maybe there's still something I can do for you..." his voice trailed off as he sat up in the bed, leaning closer to Aaron. His powerful arms grasped the other boy's shoulders and pushed him back into a semi-reclined position, his crotch now jutting outwards and upwards. Moving quickly so he wouldn't loose his nerve, Brad ran his hands down Aaron's slender, toned chest and under the waistband of his pants. Aaron breathed in sharply at the unexpected touch. Guessing at Brad's intention, Aaron lifted himself slightly off the bed, allowing the other boy to slide his pants down and off completely.
Aaron was now buck naked, his still erect cock swaying in the early afternoon breeze. Brad seemed to hesitate for a moment before leaning forward and wrapping a firm hand around Aaron's shaft. He began to jerk the cock in slow, graceful strokes, causing Aaron to get even harder. A low moan escaped Aaron has he leaned back, relishing the feeling of another guy's hand on his penis. Still sexually charged from the face fucking, it didn't take long before Aaron felt the pressure of an impeding orgasm. His breathing became heavier and he felt his pulse quicken, but Brad showed no signs of stopping. He was sliding his had over the cock, faster, pumping harder, a delighted smile on his face as he returned what pleasure he could to his friend. He leaned in, still jerking Aaron, and whispered:
"Yeah, you like that don't you? You wanna cum on my chest? Cum on my chest, bitch."
This sent Aaron rocketing over the edge, and with a gasp he came, shooting a powerful load which covered both Brad's chest and his own. Brad kept pumping, milking Aaron's dick for every shot of juice it could fire. While Aaron moaned in pleasure, Brad directed the stream of cum towards his chest, and felt the hot liquid splash against his hard pecs and abs. Never taking his hand from Aaron's dick, he reached down and rubbed the cum into his chest, mixing it with his own cum and sweat.
Finally, as the last drops of Aaron's cum ran down his softening dick, both boys collapsed back on the bed, sexually spent but deliriously happy. Brad idly traced patterns in the cum collected on his chest while Aaron continued to find drops of juice to lick up. He looked up at the cum-soaked stud leaning across from him and smiled.
"Thanks man. That was so hot."
"I hope so. I wanted to give you back some of what you gave to me, but I'm not quite up to sucking a guy off...yet."
Aaron perked up.
"Uh...what?"
Brad smiled.
"Come on, we'd better have a shower. Cool as your parents are, I'm sure they don't like cum-stained floors."
He got up and walked towards the door. Behind him, Aaron scrambled off the bed and moved to follow.
"Wait, hey, what did you mean by that, um, yet?"
Brad looked over his shoulder at Aaron and raised his eyebrows. For a moment Aaron was sure he saw Brad's eyes dart down to his dick, and the tiniest flicker of a his tongue poke out and lick his lips before Brad, laughing, strode out the door and into the bathroom.
Aaron stood for a moment, quite blindsided. Suddenly he grinned.
"Fuck yes" he said to himself, before following the stud to the shower.