From: bevans@jarthur.Claremont.EDU (Brian Evans)
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Subject: Hot Party
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Date: 13 Nov 89 09:55:18 GMT
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Help yourself to anything you want to eat or drink! I bellowed the
command from my bedroom, wondering who in the hell would arrive over an hour
early for my party. Someone had, and they came in when I called out of the
bathroom window to tell them where to find the key. Whomever it was hadn't
called back to identify themself. Maybe I had an Avon lady poking at my
buffet. If she eats any of the boiled shrimp, I'll kill her! Gawd, but
they're expensive!
I was still hot, sweaty and nude from the shower, and that overly
strong first splash of cologne needed to evaporate back down to reason. I'd
allowed an hour to get dressed, everything else was ready to go, but I
wanted to be sure I had time enough to get into something that someone might
want to get out of in a passionate hurry.
I wasn't planning on THAT sort of party, but I had left the
nightstand drawers slightly open in both bedrooms, revealing condoms and
lubricant. That was to signal my friends that, should the mood arise they
could feel free. The fresh jumbo shrimp on the buffeet table should be
enough to put anyone in an orgy mood!
I wanted to let my body cool awhile, but my surprise guest prompted
me to put on a pair of Jockey shorts at least. No sooner did I pull them up
than I heard a rich, deep woice in the bedroom doorway drawl, "Hi."
"Oh, it's that one! How hot! He's fucking beautiful! Oh, shit, I
must have told him the wrong time! Oh, what a hunk!" My thoughts went into
a flurry, with all of my personalities trying to talk at once as I glanced
in the mirror for eye contact. "Hey, I'm glad you could make it," I
gushed. "Have a drink and some food. The punch bowl with the ribbon around
it is nonalchoholic. Uh, the other bedroom's for coats and there are
hangers on the bed and the closet's empty. Help yourself to anything you
like. I'll be out in a few minutes."
He smiled and nodded but didn't speak. He was munching something
already. A trace of red on his lips and a toothpick in his fingers told me
he'd found the shrimp. He started to unbutton his jacket as he wandered
back toward the other bedroom.
He'd been an impulsive last minute invitation. I'd wandered into
one one of my usual hangouts earlier, to double-check that an invitation had
been delivered and that they remembered to have the bags of ice they had
promised to me. He was sitting there with one of those inviting looks of
loneliness and boredom. He told me he was on a twenty-four hour layover
before his flight to Singapore and was bored silly.
If I hadn't a party to set up, I'd have taken over right than and
started trying to show him some of the local sights. As it was, it seemed
perfect to invite him to the party. I was delighted that he'd shown up,
even though he'd warned me earlier that he had to leave early for the
airport.
After several minutes, I assumed he'd found something with which to
amuse himself, for he hadn't returned to my room. I sniffed at myself to
see that the cologne had calmed down, and I'd stopped 'glistening' from the
hot shower. My clothes were spread out on the chair. I was about to turn
when I glanced in the mirror and gasped-with delight!
He leaned against the door with a grin, munching another shrimp and
displaying one exciting, masculine body. He hadn't just removed his jacket,
he'd taken off everything except his white briefs, and they displayed a tent
pole that seemed to know it was party time! His eyes were taking inventory
of my body, while mine seemed a bit transficed by his, with the center of
interest quite definitely in my line of sight. He was magnificent!
"The party isn't supposed to start for another hour," I gulped, "but
you might not be the only one to arrive a little early."
He stepped into the room and latched the door shut, then he reached
out with one arm and summoned me with curling fingers. I walked into his
arms like a zombie. The hand taht had been outstretched found its place in
the middle of my back, then slid up into my hair. His tongue speared down
into my open mouth before his lips made their contact. I could taste the
shrimp in his still very hungry mouth. Delicious. He was testing a melon
for ripeness with his other huge strong hand. Under his touch, it didn't
seem as large as I often worried it was. Maybe I was more of a grapefruit.
Our "conversation" didn't take long to heat up. Our tongues engaged
in debate as our lips sought to crush one another. Saliva smeared around
our chins as we tried to see if our bodies could get any closer. My hands
were thrilling to the strong muscles at his shoulders and back as he pulled
me into his embrace.
It was only a few feet to the bed and somehow I got flipped over and
landed on my belly. He was on top of me in an instant. His right knee was
firmly between my legs, his arms under me with command and authority. The
weight and texture of him rolled gently across my back, thrilling me with
its touch. Tiny chest hairs tickled between my shoulder blades and I could
feel a hard nipple pressing into my flesh.
His other leg fell between mine and the hardened cock straining at
his shorts managed to press into the crevice of my churning ass for a dry
run. His arms tightened and squeezed as he chewed at my shoulder. He let
up on the bite and began chewing his way down my back. He continued around
the elastic band of my shorts. I felt his teeth closing but not into my
flesh. Instead he pulled a length of the white cotton into his teeth and
pulled until the cloth ripped. The entire back panel of my shorts were
quite literally chewed off!
His tongue found target zero and attacked. As he feasted and I
yowled with glee, I heard voices calling from the living room! So did he.
"Tell them to wait," he growled.
"Wait!" I yelled. "Entertain yourselves. I'll be out in a
minute... make that an hour. Eat! Drink! Be fuckin merry!"
I was reaching frantically for the nightstand drawer. I didn't want
to rush this man, but I needed, quite badly, to get my asshole fucked good
and deep and get my nuts off so I could return to lost my party.
He put his hand on my arm and lowered himself down on my body once
more, his iron-hard spear now dry humping at my juicy hole with only his
shorts to prevent full contact. His hand slid up my arm to my hand, finding
a condom in a foil packet. "Convenient," he muttered.
He lifted himself to his knees again, leaning back for a moment. I
buried my face in the pillow, embarrassed over how I'd yelled at my guests.
Then I decided they'd get over it. After all, there wasn't one of them that
wouldn't have done the same thing. To pass up getting buttfucked by a stud
like this guy would be insane. And I was perfectly sane. At least until
that point. And I desperately wanted him to fuck my brains out.
I needed my ecstasy buttfucking. I needed to feel his entire
dickshaft thrusting up my guts. Grinding his groin into my butthole.
Thrusting his shaft into me and shooting his hot, manly load up my hole.
His strong hands parted my anxious cheeks. His wonderfully hot cock
found my hole and I puckered it tight and reached back to guide him into
me.
Slowly, but firmly and deliberately, his cock entered my asshole and
sunk its full length deep into my willing, hungry guts.
I thought I was going to cum all over the bed as he slid his fat
prick into my puckering slit.
The thrill of feeling such hot, hard power oozing up into my bowels
was sending me into a whole new world. I've been fucked plenty, don't get
me wrong-just never, never, has it felt that hot. Unreal.
My guts churned and swirled and rearranged themselves to welcome the
straight, solid intruder.
Passageways opened to the pressure then closed in around it to
caress and adore the manly, thrusting shaft. When he was all the way in, he
paused. His hands tightened at my hips, his knees braced his body for good
leverage. He was ready to go. And he fucked me good and deep. Long and
hard. I was in love.
"Mmmm, hummmm," he grunted, pulling his first hot, sliding
backstroke tauntingly, then returning it with an emphatic thrust. He gave
me another two or three of those long, slow deliberate lunges before he
found his pace and went for it. My hole was getting fucked by a mad man.
Each horny thrust pushed me that much closer to involuntary climax. My
butthole was clenching his throbbing prick.
My mancunt was being ravaged. He was fucking my insides out, deeply
burying his huge, throbbing meat into my butthole. I reached back and felt
as his nuts slapped against my cheeks; against my swelling buttlips.
My whole body pushed forward on the bed with his every plunge of
hard cock into my ass, yet with each of his backstrokes, I managed to arch
it back up with him, as if trying to cling to his withdrawing meat, and I
was in place for his next thrust.
I could feel his sweat splashing across my back. His hands dug
fiercely into the flesh at my hips. His hard cock stabbed my guts again and
again, slapping his balls against my eager asscheeks.
His hands yanked my ass into his gut and his cock threatened to tear
me open, sinking deeper than it had reached before. I thrilled to the feel
of it jerking about inside, stirring my guts, while his own ass trembled
with squeezing, pushing release of his storehouse of sweet cum.
Suddenly jets of his hot dickjuice were splashing against the
insides of my fucked-out butthole. I reached back and squeezed his nuts as
though milking a cow-getting the last drops of hot cum inside of me. Then my
load shot off underneath me. I squeezed my asslips tightly as he slowly
withdrew and offered to lick his prick and nuts clean.
He helped me get dressed as I prepared myself for my party guests.
When everyone stopped staring in awe at my stud's beauty I proposed a
toast-to the best damn party I'd ever been fucked out of.
--
Brian Evans "It has been scientifically proven
bevans@hmcvax.bitnet that scientists cause cancer in
bevans@jarthur.claremont.edu laboratory rats."
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