In the Foam
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For anyone unfamiliar, a foam party is an event, usually an opportunity to dance, in an area filled with foam. In this case, something like a giant bouncy castle, without a floor, was filled with about 3 feet of dense white foam.
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I had lost my friends in the frenzy. They were pretty drunk and I was just happy to be dancing. It was a warm spring evening, near the end of my senior year. Just about a month left until graduation. I bounced around through different groups of acquaintances. The DJ was decent and the music was speaking to the crowd. In the foam, bodies disappeared. Everyone's clothing was soaked. The partiers who weren't in swimsuits looked like they were competing in a wet tee shirt contest. That is when I saw him.
Shannon was a gorgeous young man. A California surfer bro attitude with the body of a football quarterback. His face was boyish, cute. He was tall, six foot two or so, with expansive shoulders and a narrow waist. Black hair buzzed tight. Wide brown eyes and golden skin. Perfect white teeth that shone from his broad smile. His white tee was plastered to his skin; the laced band of a pair of boardshorts occasionally appeared above the foam. He had a glob of bubbles on his head and a wicked grin as he looked at me.
I only knew him tangentially. He was a Junior, and I was about to graduate. We had taken a few larger classes together, worked on one group project together. It was a small school, so most people were up in everyone else's business. Shannon and I were in overlapping social circles. Not friends, but ended up at the same parties. We were friendly, but not much more.
He was straight; I knew a few of his girlfriends. I was very openly gay. So openly gay that I generally scared off potential partners, sexual or romantic. While there were plenty of queer guys on campus, many were semi-closeted. I was too much for them.
Shannon slowly headed my way. It wasn't direct. It took almost two songs. But every time I glanced at him he was looking at me. Our eyes met several times and he smirked each time. The first time, I thought nothing of it. But the third time, when Shannon was much closer, it wasn't nothing. I didn't know what was up, but something was going on. As a new song started, he was right in front of me.
I saw his shoulder move, and under the foam, I felt his hand settle onto my hip. He then slid his hand around my back, pulling me closer. My hands reached out as he pulled me in and settled around his hips.
He was not a great dancer, but he didn't just bounce up and down vaguely to the rhythm like many straight guys I knew. Nor did he just stand there expecting me to do all the work. Eventually, we fell into a rhythm, hips grinding and hands exploring below the foam. While we were definitely dancing close, above the surface it looked like two guys play flirting. The hot straight guy being cool and dancing with the gay guy. Harmless and fun. But if the foam hadn't been there they would have gotten a different picture. Shannon's hand first slid down the back of jeans, cupping my ass while his other hand rubbed my lower back. He then slid the hand on my back down inside my jeans, his hand resting on the top of my ass with his middle finger lying across my crack. He was several inches taller than me and I could feel his cock pressing into me just above my pelvis.
As his cock grew harder, he grabbed one of my hands and dragged it from his hip to rest on his erection. More than half hard already, his cock quickly came to full attention as he ground into my palm. With a quick downward flick of his eyes, he seemed to ask for permission for something more. I nodded, interested to see where this was going. His hand left mine on his groin and slid down the front of my pants. He held my erection and smiled, leaning close, "Did I do this?" All I could do was nod. He leaned down for a kiss. It wasn't long, but it also wasn't chaste. He slid his tongue briefly into my mouth and nibbled lightly on my lower lip.
"Are you sure?" I could taste beer in his mouth. I was sober and I didn't want to take advantage of a drunk, straight guy, no matter how hot he was.
"Oh, yeah." He planted another one on my lips and pulled me closer, his finger now diving into my crack. Without moving my hand from his crotch, I slid my other hand up his torso and rubbed my thumb across his nipple. His cock jumped under my hand. I had found something that made him happy. I wondered if any of his girlfriends had played with his nipples, which was a very strange thought.
He pulled his hands out of my pants and pulled me fully against him. "I'm going to head back to my room," he said, nodding up to the dorm we were dancing behind. "Come up in a few minutes for a beer if you'd like. 402. I just need a few minutes to get decent," his eyes flicked down, "before I can leave the foam." He pulled me into one more aggressive grind as the current song finished.
He pulled away and danced off to the strains of one more song. I watched him dance along, moving slowly through the crowd towards the opening in the inflated wall. As he went through the portal, he turned back for one final look over the crowd. He caught my eye, winked, and flicked his gaze up toward his room. His boardshorts were like a second skin and the red and blue flowers jiggled on his ass as he walked away. I didn't know where this was going, but the signals I was getting were pretty damn clear. I waited one more song before heading towards the back door to his dorm.
A couple of people were standing by the door chatting and smoking and looking dismissively at the foam party. They were too cool for their own good. I asked if any of them had a key to the dorm as I really needed to pee and my dorm was all the way across campus. They looked at me with disdain. "Try to keep the floor neat. We don't want to deal with the stupid bubbles."
"Fuck y'all," I thought as I went into the dorm. I flipped them the bird once the door closed for good measure. It served no purpose, but it felt good. I headed up the stairs towards the top floor.
I was honestly confused by all of this. I was pretty sure that Shannon and Ellie were still a thing. And besides, I had never gotten vibes from Shannon before. Sure he could be bi, but this seemed pretty out of character. I again wondered if he was really drunk. I was conflicted and wanted to be careful... but not so conflicted I wasn't going upstairs. I just needed to feel out the situation a bit more. Who knew, maybe he actually just wanted to have a beer and chill, although his actions in the foam certainly suggested otherwise.
The door to 402 was already open. He had a cramped room, under the eaves, but it was a single. Shannon stood, back to me, bent over to pull something out of his mini-fridge, his shorts stretched tight across his muscular ass. I stood admiring for a moment as he stood up. He was holding two beers. He had removed his wet shirt. His broad shoulders tapered to his waist.
I knocked lightly on the frame of the door. He turned and smiled at me. He had untied his boardshorts and the top was open, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of the top of his pubic hair. His legs and lower torso were covered in a mix of foam scum and grass. (It was actually quite disgusting to think about the foam party... I was glad not to be a germaphobe.)
"Shower beer?" he asked, grabbing a towel and a robe from a hook. "I feel disgusting from all that foam and need to rinse off. You can watch, or help..." My jeans were soaking wet and full of whatever chemicals they used to make the foam. A rinse was a good idea. And Shannon was being extremely forward. I was pretty sure I hadn't misread the situation. As he walked by me, I followed.
The top floor of the dorm had obviously been converted from attic storage at some point. The rooms were awkward, most with strange angles and sloping ceilings. However, one nice thing about this floor is that all of the bathrooms were single-holers with locking doors. We were certainly not the first pair to share a bathroom, likely not even the first that evening. There was no one in the hall as we slipped in and locked the door behind us.
Shannon reached out and pulled my shirt over my head. "You don't really need this do you? It is awfully wet." Another 1000-watt smile. He did not seem to be slurring or showing signs of being drunk.
When his hands reached out for the button on my jeans, I had to ask, "Are you drunk?"
"Buzzed and happy, but not drunk."
"But..."
"Don't question it."
"Ok. But I don't want..."
"Oh, I do want. You can walk out if you need to, but I am here willingly. I don't really know why, but it feels right tonight." He leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips. Just a peck. He turned away and wiggled out of his drenched shorts. His ass was pale in contrast to his golden skin. He leaned into the single shower and turned it on, waiting for the hot water. Smiling back of his shoulder, he invited, "Do you want to help me wash my back? Or just watch?" I must have been slack-jawed because he just chuckled, "C'mon. Pants and boxers off. Showertime."
He seemed so sure, I peeled my pants down my legs and dropped my boxer briefs in a pile where Shannon had dropped my shirt. He stood there watching me, gently playing with his balls. I finally got a good look at his front as I stood naked before him. His nipples were mahogany disks on golden skin. His torso was completely smooth and toned. His stomach was flat with a flaring V of obliques dropping to a wiry patch of black hair above his cock. His hips were much whiter than the rest of his body. His tan lines were still evident after a New England winter; obviously, he spent his summers in the Californian sun in just a pair of board shorts. His cock was at half mast and slowly pulsing up. It was beautiful. A golden red with a darker head, half hidden by his foreskin.
He reached out and grabbed the two beers from the counter by the sink. He cracked both and handed me one. We both took a big swig. He offered me a hand and when I took it, pulled us both into the shower.
It was tight. The shower was definitely designed for one, and Shannon was not a small person. Our chests were rubbing right up against each other. Water flowed down my back. Both of our cocks grew to full hardness, a matching 6 inches. His cock was pushed up between our stomachs and mine rested between his legs, with his balls on the base. Shannon squeezed a dollop of some cheap 3-in-1 body wash into his hands and soaped up my back and ass. Once he had me rinsed off, he wrapped an arm around me and turned me to face the spray.
Efficiently, he squatted to wash anything off of my lower legs and then he stood and pulled me against him again, his erection nestled in the curve of my lower back. He continued to wash me with the same perfunctory attitude. I was dirty and needed to be cleaned. It seemed as simple as that, until he got to my cock. There seemed to be a hesitation, but it was so small that I wasn't really sure that I wasn't projecting my insecurities onto him. Crazily, nothing had seemed to cause him a moment of pause. The business-like nature of his washing changed into a gentle stroking. There was no question. He wasn't washing me, he was jacking me off.
I pulled away, turning back to face him. "What about Ellie?"
"What about her? I didn't think she was your type." He laughed.
"Not mine... yours."
"Oh, that bitch broke up with me Thursday and was parading around with some new guy tonight."
"So I'm the rebound."
"No... Well, yes... but no. Fuck. I don't know." He turned away from me. "Sorry."
"No. No sorrys allowed. Let's get you washed and go talk about this." I took the shower gel from his hand and squirted some into my hands. I started working my way across his broad shoulders and upper back. If nothing else happened, I was going to enjoy my moment to feel his beautiful body. He didn't have the physique of a bodybuilder or muscle head. Hell, he probably never went to lift much. He had the body of a guy who played some pick-up basketball, surfed, had lucky genes, and was twenty-one. Perfectly toned and smooth, he was basically hairless. He was a dream.
I worked my way down his back, washing and caressing. There was no need for efficiency. I hesitated a bit as I reached the top of his ass. Shannon noticed and whispered, "It's ok." He leaned his chest forward against the wall of the shower and spread his feet slightly, giving me better access to his cheeks. I took the invitation and washed both mounds carefully, allowing my fingers just the slightest slip into his crack. I knelt and worked my hands over his hairless legs. He had thick thighs and strong calves, muscles built on the beach and in the waves. It took some time to wash the grime and grass from the foam party off, but I wasn't complaining about getting a chance to basically feel him up.
After I had gotten his legs clean, I reached up to his hips and turned him around. His cock was still erect and angled slightly above flat. I looked up and our eyes met. He smiled down at me. Our eyes locked, I leaned forward to give the head of his cock a kiss. He nodded his assent and I quickly sucked just the head of his beautiful penis into my mouth. My tongue swirled around his helmet several times and he groaned with pleasure. I pulled off and gave his tip one more kiss before standing up. He looked a bit crestfallen that I had stopped. "Don't worry, I will finish what I have started, but not in here." I said as I stroked his hips. "Anyway, I have a bit more washing to do." I took more body wash and started to rub his chest and stomach. As I moved across his pecs, I paid extra attention to his nipples, rubbing my thumbs against them and even pinching lightly. Each touch made his cock bounce.
After Shannon was rinsed off and we were both more or less clean, we shut off the shower and dried off. I wrapped Shannon's towel around my waist and he threw on his robe. We both finished our beers and, with a quick check that the coast was clear, headed across the hall to his room.
After locking the door, Shannon went to grab two more beers, but I stopped him, "I think we should talk rather than drink." I sat down on his small couch and gestured for him to join me.
"Ok, what should we talk about." He squeezed in next to me. It was so tight our hips and thighs were pressed together and I could feel his heat through the two layers of damp terry cloth.
"What is happening..."
"Talking isn't as sexy as doing," he cut off questions and shifted his robe so his still throbbing cock was exposed. "I want this. Don't you?"
"Yes, but..."
"Not buts, I'm pretty sure we are both into it right now... let me deal with tomorrow tomorrow." He reached out and pulled me into a kiss. This was not the first time we had kissed this evening, but it was the first time Shannon went all in. His tongue pushed my mouth open and started to explore. Our position next to each other was awkward, so he loosened my towel and pulled me naked on top of him. With the adjustment, I was able to be a bit more active in the moment. I kissed back, pushing against his tongue, and slid my tongue into his mouth. My hands slid into his robe, finding his nipples. After a bit of gentle rubbing, I felt his nubs wrinkling and hardening under my ministrations. I gave both of his nipples a firm pinch. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to surprise and shift the moment. He moaned into my mouth and bucked his hips up into me.
His hands grabbed either side of my head and pulled us a bit apart. "You don't kiss like a girl." He gasped.
I ground my erection into him, "Because I'm not." I pinched one of his nipples.
"Oh." He gasped. I pinched the other. "Ye-es." His voice hitched and sighed.
I slipped my head out of his grasp and slipped down to kneel between his legs. I untied the belt of his robe and pushed it open, his full body exposed before me. His cock, fully erect, arched just over his pubes. I took one of his hands in mine and guided it to his nipple. I used his fingers to pinch the stiff nub. I was rewarded with another moan and I watched his cock jerk and bounce. This boy had some seriously sensitive nips and I don't think any girl had had the decency to show him. I leaned down and swiped my tongue across his other nipple.
"Jesus-fucking-christ!" His hips again bucked up and his hands grabbed the back of my head, holding me against his pec. I licked and sucked and nibbled on his tit. I didn't get any milk out of his chest, but he squirmed under me, and his cock started to drip precum. "Mmmm. Mmm. Yes. Oh god yes." He whimpered.
I slowly started to move my mouth down his chest, licking and nibbling at his soft skin. I continued to use his hand to work over his nipple and used my other hand to play with his other nub. I worked down to his hip and looked up to him for permission before taking his cock in my mouth. I knew he wanted it, but I wanted him to express it. His eyes were closed and his head thrown back. I removed my hands and just waited kneeling between his legs, hovering, but not touching him. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. I just met his eyes and waited. I flicked my eyes down to look at his throbbing erection below me. I looked back up at him and licked my lips. He looked a bit confused, and nodded. I arched an eyebrow and waited.
"Please." He panted. I waited. "Please suck my cock.".
I took the tip of my tongue and, starting just above his balls, slowly, lightly licked along the bottom side of his dick towards the head. He groaned and bucked his hips up. His hands grabbed the sides of my head, holding me close. With one hand I grabbed the root of his cock, angling him up toward me. I wrapped my lips around the tip. Slowly, teasingly, I took him into me. I held his cockhead in my mouth and swirled my tongue around. He pulsed a glob of precum into my mouth. It was sweet on my tongue and I smeared it around the spongy, bulbous helmet in my mouth. He tried to push my head down, but I resisted. My teeth were covered, but I nibbled to give him a bit of a message about who was in control. I grabbed his hands from my head and moved them back to his nipples.
I started to work my way down his shaft. It doesn't take me too long to get my lips down to his silky, black hairs. His cock is perfect. It slightly longer than my usual fuck buddy whose cockhead just rested on my gag reflex. I was able to take him in and rest his head in my throat. I started to move up and down, taking my time and focusing on the sensitive head of his cock. Rapidly, I could tell that he was getting close to his orgasm. I pulled my mouth back, and, as his cock popped between my lips he whimpered, like a boy whose toy had been taken away.
I moved down to his testicles, pulled tight against the base of his cock. I slowly teased them with my tongue. As I sucked one of them into my mouth, he grabbed his cock and started to jack off. I pulled back and seized his wrist.
"Do you want me to leave?"
"No."
"Then let me take care of you. Just relax." He removed his hand from his dick and put his hands behind his head. He pouted at me. I gave one of his nipples a firm pinch. He gasped, his cock jumped, and he smiled down at me with laughter in his eyes.
I moved my mouth back to his nutsack. I licked and sucked for a while, nuzzling around his almond sized treasures. I slowly moved my attention down to his perineum, my tongue exploring his sensitive regions. He squirmed and without thinking shifted to give me better access, sliding lower and spreading his legs. I took this as his permission, at least subconsciously, for me to continue my travels. I slowly snuck my tongue lower, just grazing the top of his anus. Shannon gasped and looked down at me.
"Give me a moment, you'll like it."
He looked at me with a bit of apprehension, but nodded. "Are you sure you want to?"
I didn't respond verbally, but rather let my tongue talk for me. I started with a broad swipe across the entirety of his velvety folds. His pucker, the same mahogany has his sensitive nipples, also contracted with my attention. Shannan let out a gasping moan of pleasure. "What. The. Fuck?" His legs spread even further. I carefully licked around the ring of his butt, exploring the topography and reactions he was having. He tasted of sweat and musk and just a bit of the body wash from our shower. Delicious. I licked and sucked and slowly began to probe my tongue into the center of his ring. His breath hitched as the tip of my tongue stretched his ring slightly. I could feel the conflict in him even as a blissful groan slipped through his lips. The ass eating felt great, but there was a guy down there eating his ass. He had been doing a great job disassociating his straightness from the events of the evening, but my tongue in his ass was pushing that boundary. As much as I was enjoying his hole, it was time to head back to the main event. His nutsack had loosened a bit and I was able to suck each of his nuts into my mouth.
I kissed my way up from his nutsack to the tip of his cock and was rewarded with a pearl of precum at the top. I took his cock in one quick slurp, pushing my lips down to his pubic hair. I was enjoying myself, but he had been waiting long enough. I was not a blow job master, but I was good enough to know how to make a man happy. I used my skills to rapidly bring this evening to a conclusion. A few bobs and swipes of the tongue and he was back on that edge.
"Fuck. That feels so good."
"MMmmHhmmm." I hummed my concurrence around his cock and was rewarded with even more growth from his cock. He was very close. His hands found the back of my head and he started to buck into my mouth.
"I'm... about... to... cum..." he panted, removing his hands from my head and trying to pull away. I grabbed his hips with both hands and held his cock head in my mouth. His cock throbbed and his cum spurted onto my tongue. I quickly swallowed the first jet. His cum was just a bit bitter and thick. The rest of his cum dribbled out into my mouth. His cum shot wasn't particularly voluminous so I didn't really have a problem swallowing everything.
I sucked a bit more to see if I could get any last drops of his personal juice. I slid my hands up along his body and gave his nipples one final tease. His deflating cock swelled a bit in my mouth. He really enjoyed having his nipples played with and there seemed to be a direct line to his cock. I hoped he would be able to convince his next girlfriend to keep playing with his chest.
I stood up and looked over this gorgeous guy lying panting on the couch. He was truly stunning. As I started to slowly stroke my cock, Shannon looked up and met my eyes. I wondered what was about to happen. I assumed now that he had gotten off, straight would take over, and I'd be out the door. But he surprised me by patting the couch next to him. I sat down, our sides pressured together once again. Shannon reached out and took my cock in his hand.
"I've never done this before.."
"I would guess that's not true. I bet you did it at least once today."
"Right. I've never done this to someone else before."
"It is no different. You know what feels good." Shannon started slowly moving his hand up and down on my erection. He was a bit tentative at first, but soon he shifted his body to give himself better access. Soon he was working at a good pace and generally doing the right things to make me feel good. Rapidly, I was getting close. When I felt his lips lightly brush one of my nipples, the dam was breached. "Here I cum." He paused briefly, out of surprise perhaps, but quickly got back into the rhythm. He also started actually sucking on my nipple. While my nubs weren't nearly as sensitive as his, the mental stimulation of a hot guy latched on to my chest was enough. I clenched and spasmed as I shot several fountains of cum up my chest. The first nearly hit Shannon in the face, while the rest pooled on my belly.
Shannon looked up at me, eyes a bit wide, "that was oddly hot." He took one finger and ran it through the cum on my chest. I couldn't really read him in the moment. Was he uncomfortable? Maybe a bit, even as he played with my cum. He raised a drop up and put it on his tongue. I guess curiosity got the best of any discomfort.
"Not too different."
"You've tasted cum before?"
"Any guy who says they haven't tasted their own cum is lying. But this is my first from another source." He swiped his finger across my belly and brought a finger full of cum up to my face. I sucked his finger into my mouth and licked it clean. A few more swipes and I didn't have any more beads of cum on me, although I was definitely going to need a shower.
Shannon then leaned over and kissed me one more time. I lay there like a dead fish, shocked that a straight guy who had just fed me my cum would kiss me. He pulled back, a bit surprised, "no kissing after sex?"
"Just didn't expect it." He leaned back in and brought our lips together again. This time I met him with the same intensity he brought. We shared a passionate dance of tongues and lips. After a few minutes, he pulled back.
"I haven't really kissed a guy before. That was fun."
"Are you ok with this?" An odd question to ask a naked man half straddling you, but it seemed right in the moment.
"Well, I know for sure I'm straight. But that was fun and felt good. So what is there to not be ok with?"
"Not everyone takes that view."
"They should." He pecked me on the lips one last time. "Ok bedtime for me. You need to borrow some clothes to head home?"
I looked at my wet shirt and jeans in a pile on the floor. "Yeah. I don't want to put those back on."
He got up, he had rolled out of his robe while performing the hand job, giving me a view of his beautiful body with his perfect white ass as he walked to the dresser. He pulled out a pair of board shorts and an old tee shirt and handed them to me. I slipped them on and we stood awkwardly facing each other.
"Thanks.?." he said, somewhere between a question and a statement.
"You're welcome. This was much more fun than I thought my evening was going to be."
"Me too." He pulled me in for one last kiss. One of his hands cupped my head, the other slid down my back and into his shorts that I was wearing. I also slid my hands down to get two handfuls of his beautiful bum. As we ground together and kissed, I felt his cock start to stiffen against me and mine started to engorge again as well. We mutually pulled apart, although he did keep a hand down my shorts.
"Ok, I should head out or you won't be getting to bed all that soon..." I didn't move.
"Yeah." He gave my ass cheek a squeeze.
I leaned in for a quick peck on the lips. "I'll get these clothes back to you soon." I pulled away towards the door; his hand slipped out of the shorts and onto my hip..
As I started to open it, he put his hand against it. It was a classic movie moment. "Again, thank you for tonight."
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."
"I wasn't worried, but thanks."
I pulled the door open and walked out. I got one final glance of his smooth form standing naked in his room as the door swung shut.
Again, in the classic movie style, I got around the corner, and leaned up against the wall to compose myself. I had never been about "converting" straight guys. Of course, I had had crushes on straight guys in high school and had fantasized about certain guys being queer. But this was new territory. Don't get me wrong, Shannon was hot and the evening was fun, however, sex for the sake of sex wasn't generally something I looked for.
I pulled myself together and headed across campus. Although it was spring, there was still a nip in the New England air. It wasn't too late yet, there was still plenty of revelry going on, but I headed directly back to my room.
After grabbing my shower stuff, I took a second shower of the evening to wash the cum off my stomach. Once I was clean, I collapsed into my bed. It had been a very unexpected night and I needed some sleep.
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When I started writing, I was thinking that the story of Shannon would be a one-off. But as I discovered him, I am feeling like there may be a few more parts to Shannon's story. I am working on a different, longer story, but I am thinking I may come back to Shannon when I need a break from working on that story. Right now, I am thinking that there are three more parts to Shannon's story, but that could change.
Please don't hesitate to let me know what you think. Thanks.