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My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.
Over the next few weeks, Dom, Holden and I spent almost all of our free time together. I had gotten incredibly comfortable with the two of them. My comfort levels would yet again be pushed, however, the night of Fritz’s party.
“You guys, we HAVE to go. His parties are apparently fucking insane!” Holden exclaimed at a cafeteria table the Wednesday before the weekend the party was supposed to take place. Fritz went to the richer of the two rival high schools in a larger town near us. I had never met him, but Holden and Dom both knew him from a football camp they used to go to in the summer. “Plus, this year, I don’t think many people from our school will be going.”
“I’m down,” said Dom.
“Yeah, let’s do it,” I agreed, though I was a bit hesitant. Though I’d never met Fritz, I HAD heard of his parties, mainly after a very popular girl from our high school and a very popular girl from his high school hooked up on the roof for everyone to see at one the year prior. The girl from our school had since moved. It sounded like the parties were slightly toned-down orgies, basically. The whole thing seemed a little extreme, but whatever.
“Do you think it’s going to be like that shit show that happened last year?” Dom asked. He and Holden hadn’t gone for whatever reason, but after a bunch of pictures had floated around from the party (many of which were sexually explicit pictures involving a significant number of people), people found out and it became a brief talk-of-the-town.
“I hope so!” Holden replied. “But Fritz said now there’s two rules: no phones allowed, and what happens at the party stays at the party.” Copy that.
I didn’t think too much about the party until Saturday came around. Dom and I were let into Holden’s house (the three of us were going to drive to Fritz’s from there) by Mr. Powell. I had seen him plenty of times since the day by the pool, but not a time went by where I didn’t think about the fact that he had seen my penis. And that I had seen his. He was still the same nice guy he always was around me, though. Just one I now knew had a nice wanger.
Dom and I bolted up the stairs and into Holden’s bedroom, which was empty. We then went to the bathroom across the hall. Dom jiggled the handle, but the door was locked. “Ocupado,” Holden shouted out. We were a little early. He likely assumed it was a member of his family. Dom and I smiled at each other as he jimmied the lock with his car key and opened the door.
There was Holden, naked as the day he was born, trimming his pubic hair.
“Oh my God, close the door!” He said in a yelling whisper and laughing.
“Niiice,” Dom said before he closed the door and both of us went back to Holden’s bedroom, chuckling. “He really thinks he’s going to get some tonight, huh?”
I had slept in that day, causing me to do my daily run later in the afternoon. Given this, I hadn’t had time to shower and planned to do so at Holden’s. When he entered his bedroom (now fully-clothed), I ventured to the bathroom. I turned the water on, stripped off my clothes, and got in, immediately lathering my body with soap. It couldn’t have been two minutes later before I heard the door open. My back was too the door, but their shower screen wasn’t frosted in any way (you could see everything). I feared turning around and being met with the face of Holden’s mom or — even worse — his sister, who went to our school. This fear subsided as Dom said, “Sorry, bro, I can’t hold it anymore and I’m not going down there and getting stuck chatting with Mrs. Powell for an hour.”
Whew. I turned my body to face him as he closed the door. I watched as he pulled his big dick out and unleashed a heavy stream of pee into the toilet. He glanced over at me in the shower and said, “You gonna show Tiny Weenie off to everyone at the party tonight?” (Sometimes I was Tiny Weenie, sometimes Tiny Weenie was just my dick. Dom didn’t establish the ground rules for this pet-name, but it had stuck, nonetheless).
“We’ll see, man. There’s a very real possibility I just might.” We chuckled as he shoved his wiener back into his shorts and “forgot” to wash his hands as he left, closing the door behind him. I looked down to see that my dick had begun to swell at the thought of people at this party seeing my dick. Despite all the jokes, since becoming friends with Holden and Dom, I’d honestly only become more confident (or, at least, learned I enjoyed some embarrassment). What did it matter anyway? Sure, I’d never shown my dick to a girl before, but I’d probably never have to see anyone at this party ever again. And there were no photos. If that’s what the night lead to, in whatever capacity that was, I felt down. uşak escort Hell, maybe I’d even get lucky, I thought. I was good-looking guy, sure, but people would be seeing what I was packing. It was doubtful, but I was hopeful.
Not too long after my shower, Holden, Dom and I were driving down the desolate dirt road that connected our town to Fritz’s. About 30 minutes out and not too long into our trip, I was about to piss my pants. “Hey, man, pull over. I gotta take a leak.”
“Aight,” Dom replied, veering the car slowly onto what shoulder of the road there was.
I got out, took a few steps forward, pulled my junk out of my shorts and started to pee. I heard footsteps behind me and was soon joined by Holden on my left, who pulled his frank and beans out of his jeans and began to pee in a spot about six inches away from mine.
I glanced down to see his iPhone dick, yet again almost completely hairless. “Nice trim,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, I recommend it,” he said, now looking down at my member. “Might make your dick look bigger.” Damn. I didn’t even have a bush or anything. Burn.
We shook out the last few drops and were back on the road. A half-hour later, we arrived at Fritz’s house, which was probably two-times the size of my own.
As soon as we walked in, my jaw went slack. Some people were fully clothed, sure. Some were running around in their undies. And some were butt-ass naked. The party had only started a little over an hour ago! Luckily, I didn’t recognize anyone. The three of us looked to our right where there was a small study containing piles of people’s clothes.
“Oh hell, no. I’m not leaving my shit here. It’ll get jacked for sure,” Dom said.
“C’mon, there’s a guest room this way,” Holden said with a pat on Dom’s shoulder (he’d been here before). “We can leave our clothes in there.” Wow. Guess we’re really doing this. I tried to hype myself up on the short walk to the guest room, passing a few completely naked girls in the process which made my virginal dick twitch a good bit.
We entered the empty guest room and the three of us began to strip down immediately. I got down to my underwear before I looked up to gage what the plan was. Holden was also still in his boxers, but Dom was now just wearing his socks.
Holden started to laugh. “Bro, I’m not starting out COMPLETELY naked.”
“Why not, man? It seems fun!”
“Nah, man. We’ll see how the night goes,” Holden said with a chuckle as he left the room to go mingle.
“C’mon, man, you gotta do it,” Dom pleaded with me.
“Fuck it, why not?” I slipped my briefs off. Now the two of us were standing in just our socks, our clothes messily stashed away in the closet, both of our johnsons soon to be on exhibition for all to see.
“There are girls here, though,” Dom said. “Gotta be looking impressive.” He then started to move his hips side-to-side and flop his dick to get it to look a little fluffed, a little bigger. His dick was big enough that it made a solid slapping sound when it when it hit his thighs. I joined in and Dom took notice. “Look at this little guy go!” We laughed.
As he opened the door, I thought about how there was no going back now. Girls were going to see my meat. Guys were going to see my meat. But whatever. I’d probably be seeing everything they had, too. And again — I didn’t know any of these people. That last truth was short lived…
Dom and I headed to the kitchen for something to drink, sliding down the hallway in our socks, feeling entirely free amongst a bunch of other naked or half-naked people who were mostly too wrapped up in their own conversations to give a shit about our weenies flopping about.
There were a number of people in the kitchen but the first person I clocked was Jay. He went to our high school and we had been good friends in elementary school and middle school. In high school, he was in the band and mostly hung out with that crowd, but we were still friendly in the halls and stuff. He was a bigger guy than me (not much taller or at all fat, just bulkier). Like me, he was pretty pale, and like Brad, he had very light blonde hair. He smiled upon seeing me and headed over to Dom and I. It was then that I noticed he was completely naked save a pair of slides. And I then remembered that I, too, was completely naked. We’d never seen each other naked. This was weird.
“Sup, man! Didn’t think I’d ever see you at one of these things!” he said with sincere excitement. He tried to go in for a hug, but stopped himself. “Guess we shouldn’t do that right now,” he chuckled as he glanced down at our two exposed penises, now not too far away from each other. I took this chance to look down, too. Jay was almost the üsküdar escort exact same size as me, in length and in girth. This gave me a sense of relief. We’d known each other for so long that, again, it felt weird to now be completely naked together. At least our wangs were the same size. Even playing field.
Him and Dom greeted one another and three of us got to chatting, mainly about how Jay had made friends over here through band somehow and now pretty much knew everyone. Before long, Dom interrupted something I was saying to point out that Holden was now talking to a girl on a couch across the party. Holden was still wearing his boxers, and the girl was wearing a lace-y bra and jean shorts. Honestly, the two of them looked pretty conservative among the rest of the crowd.
“Dude, look at Holden,” Dom said, not holding back his laughter. “That girl isn’t gonna fuck you, bro.” I was inclined to agree. Holden wasn’t a bad-looking guy, but this girl was a 10/10.
“Oh, that’s Danielle,” Jay said. “I don’t know, man. She’s fooled around with everyone.”
“Not with Holden. Look at her!” Dom was not trying to conceal his gawking at all. This is only funny because his twig and berries were on display the entire time.
“Nah, she’ll give him a blowjob.” Jay sounded certain. “She gave me one this past summer.”
“No way she’s blow Holden,” I interjected.
“Want to bet?” Jay asked with a smirk. “Twenty bucks each?”
“Do I look like I have money on me?” Dom said, using both hands to gesture towards his exposed groin. The truth is I did have money with my clothes, but I assumed that wasn’t the point Dom was trying to make so I kept quiet. “How about if she DOESN’T blow him, you have to blow both of us?” I laughed, believing this to — obviously — be a joke.
“Deal,” Jay said with a smile, but completely earnest. “And if she DOES blow him, you both have to blow me.” Laughter. We’re joking, right? … Right?
“Deal.” Dom said as he shook Jay’s hand. What the hell??? Jay reached his hand out to shake mine and I shook, not fully able to process what just happened.
Was I really going to receive a blowjob from a guy? Or give a blowjob to a guy??? Why would Dom have suggested that? Now that I thought about it, there had been a rumor about a year prior that Jay had hooked up with another guy in the band named Jonathan, but I had assumed that was made up just because they were good friends and because Jonathan was the only out-guy in our high school. All of these thoughts swirled in my head as we changed the subject to other things. Eventually, I convinced myself the bet was a joke and tried to move on.
The party continued and I separated from Dom at some point, first chatting with Jay and a couple of guys he knew in the living area. Then a couple of those guys and a couple of girls in the same room. Then just one girl named Gracy down on a couch in the basement, which I had been informed had only recently been renovated into a game room (I really didn’t give a shit and only after learning that fact from some rando realized I had still yet to meet Fritz). Gracy was only wearing a thong and I had to keep reminding myself while we talked to not stare down at her tits, though I definitely slipped up a couple of times and she certainly might have caught me. At some point, I saw a naked Jonathan coming inside from the backyard. We smiled and nodded at each other, but didn’t know each other well enough anymore to really speak. While we had been friends in elementary school, we hadn’t really hung out since and — being naked and all — it didn’t really seem like the time to start.
Throughout the whole party, I was amazed by how comfortable I was being naked in front of and/or along with all of these people (honestly, I think having the socks on helped for some reason). I was also amazed that I had avoided getting an erection, especially while flirting with Gracy. Sure, my dick had chubbed a bit here and there, but truthfully, I was grateful for that. I needed a little growth.
Before long, I was being beckoned across the large room by a still-naked Dom. I politely and disappointedly excused myself from talking to Gracy and headed over to him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back upstairs to the hallway where him and I joined Jay. Jay now had a shit-eating grin on his face and his dick looked a little bigger than when I had last seen it.
“She did it!” Dom exclaimed, his tone a strange mixture of excitement and defeat.
“Who did what?”
“Danielle is blowing Holden as we speak!”
“For real?! How do you know?”
“They just went into the bedroom and the door is locked,” Jay added in. “She’s AT LEAST blowing him. To be honest, I’d be surprised üzümlü escort if they didn’t fuck, knowing her.”
“Damn. Good for Holden,” I said, mostly feeling the sentiment, but also slightly stung with jealousy.
“Well, a bet’s a bet,” Dom said, now grinning from ear-to-ear. With that, Jay turned, now leading both of us to another bedroom down the hall.
Are we really fucking doing this? What is going on?
I nudged Dom and gave him a what-the-fuck expression. He smiled at me, seemingly knowing I subconsciously was not opposed to what we were embarking on, and said, “Hey, brother, what happens at the party, stays at the party, yeah?”
I smiled. “Yeah.” He put his arm over my shoulder and we made our way into the bedroom with Jay, locking the door behind us.
Jay stood in front of the bed. “Who’s first?” This was so weird.
Dom immediately volunteered. “I’ll go. You’re pretty small, so this shouldn’t be hard.” At this, Jay chuckled a little, his dick swelling more and more.
Dom got on his knees and did not hesitate to grab Jay’s penis with his hand and quickly guide it into his mouth. Not thirty seconds later, Jay’s weenie seemed to be at full-mast and Dom’s licking around had turned to full-on slurping on his erection.
I caught myself staring at the ordeal and looked up to see Jay making direct eye contact with me. He nodded down to my crotch, causing me to glance down and notice that I was now sporting a fully woody. I decided to join Dom in his position, kneeling next to him and looking down to see that he was also hard.
Dom removed Jay’s dick from his mouth and slightly pointed it towards my face. I grabbed it with my hand and was struck by the fact that it felt like grabbing my own. We had the exact same dick. For whatever reason, I stated this out loud, causing all three of us to laugh before I then took his dick in my mouth and began to suck on it.
It felt fine. Again, his dick was probably 5″, so it wasn’t like I had to deep-throat (I couldn’t if I wanted to). The whole time, I weirdly thought about how this is what it would feel like to suck my little guy. In my peripheral vision, I could see Dom watching me and subtly stroking his own hard-on.
After a while, Jay pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, “Well thanks, boys.” Dom stood up and dapped him up. This was all so casual. I was thankful he didn’t want to cum in our mouths. I stood up and gave Jay a bro-y hug, now not caring that our hard wieners fully pressed against each other. Mine twitched a little when they did, causing Jay to let our a knowing giggle. With that three of us left the room, all still sporting erections (boners were not uncommon at this party, I had discovered).
After some more mingling with guests along with Dom and Jay, Holden re-joined us. He’d lost his boxers at some point (I assumed when he was with Danielle) and was now also completely naked. It was late. We’d better get going. We said goodbye to Jay and headed to the guest room where our clothes had now been stashed for hours. We redressed while discussing the things we had heard and seen at the party before making our way out.
“Shouldn’t we say bye to Fritz?” Dom asked, more-so to Holden than me.
“I would, but I don’t know where he is. I’ll text him tomorrow,” he replied. For all I know or care, Fritz is a Gatsby figure in this town.
As Dom drove us home, he broached the subject of Danielle to Holden, who was sprawled out in the backseat. “Man, you spent the whole night with that girl. I hope she put out.” We laughed.
“Yeah, she did a little,” Holden said.
“Nice, man,” I said, sincerely. “You finally go all the way?”
“Nah, we just made out for a bit.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
I looked to Dom who looked at me with the same expression: a knowing smile. It was unspoken that this changed nothing. Dom and I had fun at the party. And what happens at the party stays at the party.
After Dom dropped me off, I bolted to my room and immediately shred my clothes, once again a naked boy. I stretched out on my bed and began to jerk off furiously, straining to release all of the pent up sexual tension that had been coursing through my body all night. Soon, my toes curled and spread frantically as my knees bent, all while I shot my load onto my chest.
As I laid there for a minute with my dick deflating from it’s disappointing hard size to it’s even more disappointing soft size, I received a text from Dom.
“We have to get Jay back LMAO” followed by an immediate “Jk jk”.
“Bro, I know!” I replied, followed shortly with, “At least we didn’t have to swallow anything LOL”.
“For real, man. Wasn’t too much to suck anyway haha”
The night had definitely gone further than I expected, but Dom just seemed like he was down for whatever (with whoever). And I was beginning to think I was the same way.
I grabbed the t-shirt I had been wearing all night and mindlessly wiped the cum off of my chest.
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