Dale crashed on the couch. The booze had flowed freely that night and the party was one of those loud events that brought neighbors and even cops.
But the dancing continued, guys, girls, - some he recognized from classes or the campus, while others were total strangers.
Dale danced with strangers, drank and let himself fade into the crowd and party scene.
The apartment was quiet now. He rolled off the couch and stepped over other sleeping bodies that had abandoned consciousness on chairs and even the floor.
Standing in the bathroom he held his penis letting the processed beer flow from his body. He knew he'd have a headache in the morning, but the next day would be Saturday.
"Actually" he thought "it is Saturday" he laughed at himself. Dale wasn't a party person. But his roommates told him to get away from his computer and books, go out more, date, have fun.
So when Harvis told him to come by the party, he nodded. It was probably because he knew his roommates were right. And the fact that Harvis was hot standing there in the hallway wearing his torn off sleeve shirt and jeans that always bulged in the right place, didn't hurt either.
He was gay. Eventually, Dale knew he'd find another guy willing to do more then fumble or jack off with him. That was the extent of his teenage years experience. Now he was away from the bedroom in his parents, free to experiment, go steps beyond scrutiny and learn what the excitement about sex was all about.
He shook his penis and let it hang back inside his shorts. His watch said 2 am and he decided to leave.
Passing by a closed door, he knew was a bedroom, he heard sounds and saw yellow light under the door. Harvis was still awake. Dale thought he'd say thanks before leaving.
He knocked lightly and turned the knob.
The yellow light displayed a naked body. It was Harvis sprawled, legs wide on his bed. His hand surrounded his massive erection. He stared at Dale but didn't say anything.
"Want a hand?" Dale whispered attempting to be funny.
"Yea" Harvis hissed returning to his masturbating action.
Dale didn't think. He closed the door and peeled his shirt off as he moved to the bed.
The hot guys' cock excited him in his grip. Harvis moved his own hand away.
"Shit here I am doing the same damn thing I did in high school" Dale thought. Then he did what he had wondered about.
He bent forward and licked the flesh in his hand. He tasted the sweet precum Harvis cock had emitted. It tasted like his own.
Dale rubbed the cock for more. He felt Harvis hand rest on the back of his head and guide it closer.
He knew about blowjobs, even read about how to do it properly thanks to the Internet. But until that moment Dale had never come close to doing it.
The thick cock moved over his lips going deeper until it made him gag.
"go easy dude" Harvis hissed.
He covered his teeth with his lips and used his tongue. He looked up to see Harvis watching him.
Dale's cock was hard by that time and throbbing harder. A cock was actually inside him. His tongue felt the thickness glands. His lips squeezed harder and Dale heard Harvis grown.
He moved his head. The hand on the back of his head didn't push, it rested, pet his skull. Another hand was on his bare shoulder rubbing his flesh.
Dale moved so he was on his knees bent over. He wished he were naked, that Harvis was throwing him around the bed, that a finger was stabbing into his tight hole in preparation for the fucking he so desperately wanted.
"Cumming" Harvis warned but not soon enough. The sperm was filling his mouth and spilling out. Harvis pulled his hands away and held his cock out of Dale's mouth so it continued to shoot all over Dale's face and shoulders.
"Shit man" Harvis said
Dale didn't go home. He left the bedroom after Harvis silently turned off the lamp and covered himself with a sheet. "goodnight" told Dale it was over.
He lay back on the couch, wondering if he should have stayed in the bedroom, if Harvis would tell anyone, if he should indeed have gone home.
"Hey dude" Harvis wearing only boxer shorts moved about the living room as party guests awoke, pissed and left.
"Thanks for last night" he said to Dale who nodded before he left the apartment.
Harvis hand rested on Dale's butt as he went to the front door.
"Next time, I want your ass" he said.
Dale surprised, looked back.
"You got it" he smiled.
Harvis smiled back.
As Dale trotted down the stairs, he wondered if he should have left or not. But he did know he'd be back.