My first Gay Party

I went to the gayest college in my state. Some may argue that another private college was more gay but really. It was the 80’s and a lot of bare skin and tight shorts paraded in the halls and classrooms. Ripped sleeves and bare midriffs abounded.

I on the other hand, fresh out of the Navy, dressed in jeans and boots. I am a very friendly and open person. I enjoy talking with everyone. I had a friend who was very flamboyant. We were both non-traditional students and in the sciences. He was from one of the richest families in the area and liked me a lot.

He invited me over to his apartment and we watched porn sometimes. He was always nice to me and I enjoyed our visits at college and at his apartment. I was seeing a guy, but we were not exclusive. I kind of thought we were I even met his mom, but he wasn’t. We had a big fight about his roaming, and he told me were not exclusive, so I said ok. Not ok but OK!

On to the party. My college friend was turning 25 and was having a birthday party at his apartment. The apartment was small with only two rooms on the first floor and the upstairs was a bedroom and bathroom. We had about 15 guys crowded into the apartment.

There was a lot of alcohol, good food and music. I brought my date with me to the party. But we were not very friendly. I really wanted my college friend to meet him. I heard a knock on the door and my friend asked me to let the people in. I got to the door and two blond guys were there. I had met one before and said hey. The other guy caught my attention. He was short and blond with a tight muscular body and a red mustache that went down to his chin. He had the look of the Village People construction worker. I eyed him like a kid looking at candy. I thought these guys were a couple and I had a date.

I couldn’t put up with my dates flirting with all of the other guys and went into the kitchen for a beer. I was leaned against the refrigerator drinking and in came the construction worker. He had taken off his shirt and the blondish red hair on his chest was a diamond in the center. He was well developed, and I asked him if he worked out. I had been working out in college and wondered about routines etc. He said no he was a gymnast until he graduated high school and construction work kept his body tight.

A few guys came and went into the kitchen and we ended up in the little area between the back door and the refrigerator. Wham was playing and I said I wish we had more room I wanted to dance. He said we had plenty of room and we created a dance floor in the small alcove. We were bumping and gyrating in the little area. It was hot and I was sweating. He took off my shirt and we continued dancing. A slow dance came up and I reached down and grabbed his bubble butt and pulled him against me. He reached up with both hands and took both of my cheeks and pulled me down for a kiss. We were lip locked and pressed together. We eventually forgot about the music and dancing and just kept pressed together. We embraced and kissed for the rest of the party.

It seems the guy he came with was his roommate and my date left sometime during the night. Eventually our host told us he was going to bed since he had to work the next evening. I asked the construction worker where he lived, and he said I had to drive him home since his roommate had gone home earlier. I got to his apartment at about 6 am. He invited me in, but I said no. I had my principles. I said I didn’t sleep around, especially on the first date. We sat in my Fiero and kissed goodbye.

He got out of the car and walked toward the front door. He turned as I was backing out of the parking area and motioned me back. I went back thinking he left something in the car. I stopped and lowered the window and he bent and kissed me. He said hello, long time no see. I looked at him puzzled. He said, how about a breakfast date? I looked puzzled and he said we could have a second date for breakfast.

I went into his apartment and we ate a quick breakfast and sat on the couch. He came in and plopped on my lap straddling my legs. Gymnasts are limber. He unbuttoned my shirt and was rubbing against my growing manhood. I said I needed to go to the bathroom and I sat down to take care of business. He came into the bathroom and started filling the huge bathtub. Here I was shitting a boat load after a night of drinking and he came in like nothing. I finished up and flushed. I looked up and he walked back in nude.

I wouldn’t say he was a twink. He was about 30 and very muscular in a gymnast way. His butt had very light blond hair on it. His dick was pert and nicely shaped. He was about 10 inches shorter than I was and He reached over and stopped me from buttoning up my jeans. He said a bath would be relaxing. I agreed and I stripped and we got into the mammoth tub.

We finished and I reached for a towel. He said let me. He dried me with the large towel very slowly. He rubbed every inch of my body. I didn’t know how sensual a towel could feel. I was wide awake by the time he was finished.

The bedroom was right next to the bath and we ended up in his king-sized bed. There was little light in the room since he had blackout curtains. I asked for light. He turned on a small lamp with a 15-watt bulb. He said ambient light was romantic. I told him to turn on the overhead light and ceiling fan. I wanted to see what I was eating.

The fan lowered the temperature in the room but not the heat. He jumped on top of me and again straddled my legs. This time my raging dick was against his butt. I told him to slow down. He looked down at me and I reached up and flipped him onto his back. I grabbed his hairless dick and balls and went to town. I fit all of him into my mouth. I lavished his balls with his dick in my throat.

I was so turned on, but I wasn’t ready for the main event, yet. I slid down the large bed and pushed his legs up. His pink hole was completely hairless. I stuck my tongue in and started tongue fucking his opening. I licked up and down the area between his balls and pucker. He was begging me for it by then.

I reached down and paused at his entrance. He told me to dive in. In one quick thrust I was balls deep in his warmth. I had a lot of built-up pressure and needed release. As I was ramrodding his hole, he started jacking his pole. I could feel his ring tightening against my girth and looked down to see his cum cover his hairy belly. That was it for me and I deposited a very large load into his darkness. I stayed inside him as we started down from our plateau. I told him I felt him tighten on my dick as he came. He said like this and started to squeeze my softening dick in his asshole. My pole went back to max instantly. I told him I was going to have to do something about my erection. He told me he hoped so.

I slowly mover in and out. This was more slowly and felt great. After a few minutes he said I was hitting his prostate just right. I had no Idea what he was talking about. In the 1960’s anatomy class in junior high wasn’t very descriptive. He told me to keep up the rhythm but increase the tempo. I followed his lead and he came again. I was surprised since he didn’t even touch himself. I wasn’t ready yet and increased the pace to pounding again. I came again with another gusher. I was smarter and pulled out. I flipped over and my dick rested against my leg with cum all over it and my leg. He said he would be right back and headed to the bathroom. I followed and he was sitting on the toilet draining his hole and wiping up. I told him to hurry up so I could take a piss. He stood up and grabbed my dick. He pulled back the hood and told me to let it flow. I had never pissed with anyone holding my pole and couldn’t. He said ok and got into the bathtub. He told me to piss on him.

I had never done anything like that before. I walked over and started peeing onto his red bush. He said all over and I got into the tub and started to empty my bladder all over his chest and abdomen. It didn’t take long since I had emptied my bladder before the bath. We took a shower, and I went to the bedroom to dress. He grabbed my white underwear and said these were his, now. I wore Healthknit white underwear that had a pouch and a y-front. The pouch was stretched with my balls and shaft in there. His package was swimming in the small underwear. He still wore them.

We went into the living room and his roommate said did you guys have fun? I forgot we were not alone. He told us he jerked off three times just listening to us. I kissed the construction worker and headed to the door. His roommate got up in his white briefs and reached up and kissed me goodbye too. He told me he always wondered what kissing me would be like. I headed home about 2 pm and slept until 7 when I went back to their apartment.