The Party
I picked up a bottle of wine from my otherwise empty fridge.
I sank a glass, then poured another.
Rachel. Give me a call... I messaged.
She was round in about an hour, wine bottle in hand.
I was already quite pissed after two glasses, thanks to the crazy day I'd had.
"Shall we be naughty?" I asked?
I was thinking of sobering up, and the only way I knew how to was a few lines.
"Why not? It's Friday, and after the week I'd had, it must be at least six months."
After a few messages, Paul arrived with a wrap of coke and a small parcel of weed.
Paul was someone I'd known from the scene years ago. He was a small-time dealer, selling only to people he knew. He only dealt in small amounts of coke and weed.
Or so I thought.
"What are you up to tonight, Paul?"
"Ah, nothing till late morning. How about you two?"
"Just playing some tunes and drinking some wine."
"Can I join you?"
"Only if you've got a good-looking mate," Rachel said as she started lining up the coke.
"Cheeky bitch," he laughed, sending a few messages.
"I was only joking."
"Too late," he said. "Matty's on his way. He's fit. You'll get on with him."
I looked at Paul, and he winked at me.
Not quite the same effect.
We had just poured the last drop of wine from the second bottle when the intercom buzzed.
We weren't drunk, just high.
High on life.
I was high on what had happened, and it was the weekend.
Time to have a bit of fun.
I pressed the buzzer while Rachel occupied herself by lining up four very fat lines.
Matty came in.
Fuk, he was hot.
Straight and hot.
Just how I like 'em.
I would say about thirty-five, solid, with a gym-hardened chest, short blond hair and green eyes.
Not my type, but I'm just being fussy.
Skin-tight jeans.
Another hot arse, I thought.
"Paul!" he shouted, waving three — yes, three — bottles of wine in the air.
They bumped clenched fists, then hugged.
"This is Rachel," Paul said.
Matty put down the wine and pecked her on each cheek.
"Nice to meet you, Matty."
She was red.
Oh dear, I thought.
Coke, wine, straight hottie = sex.
Lucky Rachel.
"And this is Jake."
I put out my hand, but he grabbed me and hugged me instead.
It felt great.
I was still horned up, and then I remembered what was in my pocket.
"I'm just getting changed," I shouted, slipping into the bedroom.
Rach followed me in.
I took off my shirt.
"Wow, he's hot," she said.
"Yes, he is," I laughed.
"Are you fucked yet?"
"No, not yet, but I will be."
We both laughed.
I took off my trousers and hung them on a hanger, careful not to let the sock fall out of my pocket, then put on some shorts.
I took a T-shirt from the drawer and put it on.
I looked in the mirror, grimaced at my hair, and sprayed on a bit of dry shampoo.
"You gonna fuck Paul?"
"Nah, he's an old scene mate. He looked after me a bit back in the day when I was nineteen."
"Oh, did he?" she laughed, winking.
We hugged.
I was so happy.
We both were.
I had to turn the music down a little.
A bit early for dance music, but WTF.
We did the four lines and opened more bottles.
Paul looked so relaxed, and he was getting a little flirty.
I liked it.
I flirted back.
More wraps of coke came out and, after what seemed like a manic few moments, Paul pulled out a little bag.
"Ecstasy!" we all chanted.
"Fuck, it's been years!" I shouted.
"Double drop?" Paul said.
"Be rude not to," Rachel said.
With that, Paul put two on his tongue, and they started kissing.
"I ain't kissing you," Matty said.
But they did.
We all started shouting, "Matty! Matty!"
Then we all laughed.
"Right, Paul may turn. I'll kiss you."
Well, I was surprised.
Probably the alcohol, but I swallowed the pills from his mouth, and we kept kissing for what seemed like an eternity.
Within moments, they both pulled us apart, and we all had another wine.
Then I got the Smirnoff out.
Well, except for Paul, we all came up.
Fucked within thirty minutes.
I was trying to change the tunes, but I couldn't focus.
Paul put his arm round me, swiped through the music on my phone and put on Avicii.
We were twatted.
All of us hugging, dancing and kissing.
It was so hot.
Matty had his shirt off.
Rach couldn't keep her eyes off him, and he was so into her.
We were all lost in time, in heat, rhythm and music that you had to dance to. It sounded like you'd heard it for the first time, and it was the best remix ever.
Lust.
Horny.
Sweaty.
Loved-up beings, fucked by MDMA.
All our bodies touching.
All that heat...
"Yes, bring it on!" I shouted.
"I'm fucked!"
We were all as one.
The night was young.
Paul grabbed my hand and took me to the bathroom.
We started kissing again.
His tongue rolling around mine was perfect for the path these Class As had taken us.
He took down my trousers and started rubbing my balls through my pants.
He was such a great kisser.
"Not yet," I whispered.
So he turned me around and said, "Bend over. Trust me."
I was twatted, but I trusted him.
He got out some more pills and popped one up my hole.
Cheeky.
So I repaid the compliment.
Then I smelt my finger.
Oh, fuck... heaven's scent.
I slowly put it in my mouth, and my jaw was shuddering away.
Then he stuck his finger in mine, and he smelt his.
We were both then in our own little world, sucking each other's fingers, when Matty walked in.
"Oh, sorry, gents."
"Oh, no problem. Want another pill, Matty?" Paul said.
"Yes, please."
"Oh, here we go," I laughed out loud.
Matty's jeans were pulled down, and it was a mixture of love, sweat, and being twatted that connected us.
Paul put his finger down Matty's trunks and gently pushed the pill up Matty's hole.
Paul waved his finger, and we all smelled Paul's finger and licked it.
Heaven.
Fucking heaven.
Matty joined in.
This was so erotic.
To me.
To them.
To all of us.
We were lost.
"Fuck, this is so sexy."
"I agree," said Paul.
"I am twatted," said Matty.
We all hugged and kissed.
It seemed like a lifetime of kissing and hugging, then Rach came in.
"What's going on in here?"
"Matty has something for you, Jake."
Paul and I made a swift exit.
They were ages in there, but I'm sure they were having fun.
Well, the hours flew by.
All of us dancing, kissing, and coming up.
These pills were so intense.
We were sexed up and on fire for each other.
It was so great to have a great time without thinking of Dylan.
All our shirts were off now, and Rach was in her bra.
A few hours later, Paul put on some chill-out tunes, and we all landed on the floor on cushions, smoking weed and talking.
It was then I'd noticed Matty's and Paul's socked feet were near me.
I could feel the heat radiating from Paul's dark navy, thin socks.
They were quite worn around the toes, and I could see some of his toes through them.
The intense sexual feeling went straight to my cock.
As if I wasn't horned up enough already!
Then I noticed Matty's size 12s on the other side.
Bit off, I thought, rubbing Rach's Guy's feet, even if we are all fucked.
So I rubbed Paul's.
We were lying on cushions, top to tail.
His socked feet were sweaty.
Lovely-shaped toes with a nice taint.
So I started to massage them.
I looked at Paul, and he didn't say no, so I carried on.
After a few minutes, I stuck my nose under the toes and took a deep inhale.
Fuck, they were good.
He was watching me now, but so were Rach and Matty.
We were all grinning, but now I was lost again.
Rubbing and smelling his socked feet made me rush so much I almost fainted.
"Hey," said Rach, "I think someone's into you!"
"Yeah," said Matty. "You like that, don't you, Jake?"
Well, all my reservations had gone.
I was doing what I was born to do.
Be at a guy's socked feet.
So bloody intense.
So I took another inhale.
Paul was pushing his foot into my face harder and said, "Lick them."
So I did.
I was in heaven.
I was licking the sole, then the ball of the foot and under the toes.
Out of nowhere, Matty's foot was also in my face.
"Rub mine, buddy."
I looked at Rach, but they were eating each other's faces.
So I did.
Fuck.
Okay, his was better.
The smell was super sweaty and musty.
Really wet and, well... ripe.
I kept rubbing Paul's socked feet too.
He was now toking on a joint, watching me and saying, "Cool, bro."
Matty was groaning, but I knew that was because of Rach.
Matty offered me the joint, and I inhaled just as I had been doing with their amazing socks.
The effect of the skunk was making me even hornier, and I didn't think that was possible.
I handed the joint to Rach, but she just smiled and passed it to Paul.
I don't know how long I was down there, but my cock was ready to erupt.
My sight was going, thanks to the Class As, but I'm sure Matty was rock hard too.
I caught him looking at me and smiling, but I was sure that was just the drugs.
He kept pushing his socked foot harder into my face and groaning.
Within minutes, he stood up and announced he was taking Rachel home.
"You okay, Rach?" I shouted.
"Yup."
I got up, and we hugged.
We all hugged.
"I'd better be off too," said Paul. "Got some gear to get rid of."
"Don't be a stranger," he said.
I smiled and kissed him.
They all left just like that.
I put on some more mellow tunes and picked up the discarded wine bottles and makeshift ashtray.
I was still hard and horny.
Then I remembered the sock.
Dylan's sock.
My stomach went on fire, and I suddenly needed the loo.
After a while, I poured myself a huge glass of water.
I found half a cigarette that had been dropped and lit it.
What a night, I thought, what a fucking night as I inhaled
Buzz Buzz, the intercom. What have they forgotten? What I didn’t realize was that it’s now been an hour.
I opened the front door. Oye Oye hugged me. Hw was twatted still like me.
Matty walked in. Hey, I said, where’s Rach?
She’s tucked up in Bed. I am the perfect gentleman, you know, and smiled.
Thought if you're up for it we could have another joint?
Sure, yeh, why not? I’d like that. Mind if you roll it? Visions blurry.
Yeh sure. We sat on the floor, both cross-legged.
He rolled it in record time.
We smoked, and he moved up closer to me.
Really turned me on, you know. You licking and smelling my socked feet.
Oh! Thanks, It’s my kink, buddy, as long as you weren’t offended.
Hell no, Jake. It was horny that you liked it.
In fact id love you to lick something else. My cock twinged.
Within seconds he had that monster out of his jeans, and I could see it bulging in his trunks. Fuk I wanted it, needed it. I am bi-curious, Jake. That okay with you?
What about Rach? Oh, she told me I'm not her type when walking home. Oh, sorry, Matty.
I'm not; I fancy you, Jake. He laughed.
Please suck me, bro. Well, I didn’t need asking twice. I licked the tip; fuck, it was smelling great, manly and straight. No hesitation, I started licking the head and slowly sucking. He groaned, fun yeh, and I thought all my birthday wishes had come true.
I slowly went down further, and saliva was dribbling down; I would say a 9-inch hard, thick cock. Huge veins and a girth as I’ve never seen before. Without hesitation, I went right down to his unshaved balls. The musty, sweaty smell from all the sweating from the evening hit me, and I was in a trance-like state. I gagged a bit, but he didn’t say anything. I think he was in this same blissful trance I was in.
After a while, Matty stood up and said Lay down on the floor, Jake, and I’ll fuck your mouth. He took off his jeans and trunks. He was staring at me from up there. He came down on his knees and slowly slid in his beautiful cock. This time his shaved balls were slowly slapping my chin and his pubes were tickling my nose.
Fuck I was hard too, so I undid my jeans and my 7inch cock was standing proud.
We were in our own little world, off our tits, and I was sucking this straight hottie off. It was sexual ecstasy and pure cock sucking lust.
His pre cum was all round my mouth and throat as was now so relaxed I’d stopped gagging.
His rhythm was great, slowly picking up the pace. He was making sexual groans that vibrated through my cock and was now cupping my balls.
He ignored me completely and put his fat cock back in my mouth, going even faster than before.
He didn't last long at that pace, shouting out, "A guy's sucking my fat cock!"
He groaned as my fountain sprayed. He was glowing with satisfaction, and I felt him twitch.
Then, yes, with no warning, he was cumming.
Like a fireman's hose putting out a fire, he came and came.
It was delicious.
He kept thrusting, and I kept swallowing.
At least five jets...
Six...
Then seven...
Eight...
Nine...
I was drowning.
Just like in a really horny porn film, he pulled out, and I gulped, swallowed what was left, and licked his cock clean.
OMG.
I was shaking.
My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour.
Pure lust.
His cum and spit.
Mmmm, I groaned.
We lay there panting like two dogs that had just fucked all night in the afternoon sun.
The room was spinning.
I'm not sure what tunes were playing, or what had really just happened, but I knew I couldn't tell Rach.
This is why I don't normally do this one-night thing.
It can get really messy.
And this was really messy.
With that, he asked, "Can I have some water, Jake?"
"Sure."
I got up, the room still spinning, got some ice and brought over two tumblers of cold water.
"Thanks," he said, and we sipped.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Hell yeah. I am fucked."
"Yeah," I laughed. "And are you okay with what just happened?"
"Fuck yes."
"I am so glad I met you, Jake, and I totally get it if you don't want to see me again."
I was taken aback.
I turned round and looked at him on the sofa next to me.
This fit, curious guy who I liked and fancied the arse off was telling me that.
Okay... be cool, I thought, in the still pretty fucked state I was in.
"Matty, I would really like to do this again, but next time straight. No Class As. A few drinks, fine, or a joint, fine."
"I was thinking you could come round to mine. Pizza, beers, then see what happens?"
"That sounds great."
"Matty, I am tired. Please punch in your number."
Which he duly did.
I could focus enough to call it so he stored mine.
"I must get some sleep, but you're welcome to join me."
Matty got up, kissed me and took off one of his socks.
"Here, wank over that. Friday night okay?"
"Friday's great."
He put on his trainers, turned round and kissed me, gently this time.
"So pleased I met you."
"Really pleased I met you too, Matty."
He walked out looking sexy as fuck, and I went to bed with his sock in my hand, forgetting again about Dylan's sock in my work trousers pocket...
