Party

Another Solar Fox Original

THE PARTY

The party was dull and boring. I really didn't know why I went,

except to see what kind of dudes showed up. It basically depressed

me, Eric's eighteenth birthday party. I should have known that the

fish were going to make the scene with the dudes, and that there

would be booze and grass (neither am I that fond of, but I'll drink

a beer occasionally). My name is Chris, and I'm seventeen. I have

brown hair and brown eyes. Eric is a friend of my brother, Todd, and

I was invited to the party too. Now that I've got you TOTALLY

confused, let me tell you a little more about myself.

I'm a little depressed and a little groggy right now, but I guess

maybe you can tell that I wasn't too crazy about all the girls that

showed up at the party. Yeah, yeah. So I'm a homo. I don't think

that's really a big deal. My brother, on the other hand, may think

I'm a psycho if he found out. Before I really get going, let me tell

you I weigh about 170 and I stand about 5' 9", so I'm not really a

big dude. Todd is, but Todd's another story. If Todd were telling

this story, it would never be.

Yeah, it would too. It'd be plagued with females and cunts and tits

and all that bullshit that guys like him get into. All you would

hear about would be breasts, and thighs. Hell.. I'd just as soon he

be talking about fried chicken. That really was a shitty party last

night, but I don't wish I hadn't gone. It had a twist to it that I

didn't expect. Yeah, there were girls and all. The party lasted all

night, and there are still people there now that drank and smoked

too much and passed out, including my brother. He's really got

problems. But, you think if he heard me say what I thought was

normal, he'd think I had problems? Hell yeah! So, I really haven't

told him. I don't know that I will. I cut out of the front door

about 10 last night. At least I had thought enough in advance to

take my own car, a blue Chevy Nova. It's really been a cool rod..

heh. So I go out the door and head for my car, right? There's this

dude on the front lawn, practically in the dark. At first I thought

he was drunk, and had someone with him. But he wasn't, he was all

alone and he was just sitting in a lawn chair under a tree. "Yo," he

says to me, "What's up?" he really didn't sound angry or anything,

just drunk, maybe. I asked and he said he had just gotten there a

few minutes ago and he hadn't had anything to drink, so that ruled

that out.

"Who're you?" I asked.

"Kerry Bridges," he answered back.

"Yeah! I know you! You're in my geometry class! I'm Chris Adams.."

"Chris! Cool! You goin' in?"

"Man, I've already BEEN in. That's just not my kind of party in

there," I said.

"It's not mine either."

Whoa, I thought. Why was he here then? Was he forced to come with his

older sister, Tanya?

"No, Tonya's not here. She's gone to Seattle for the summer."

I knew he didn't have any older brothers either, that would be here.

His younger brother, Timothy, was just 10 and he was probably at

home and in bed at this hour.

"Well, I'm just... scoping the party," he said. "I just wanted to see

who were party-goers and who wasn't."

"Want a beer or anything?" I asked, offering to go BACK inside that

mob bopping around and get him one if he wanted.

"Naah.. that's okay. Wanna go for a walk?" Kerry offered.

"Uh.. did you drive here?" I asked.

"Nope. You know I don't have a car. My dad took it away when I got

that damn speeding ticket."

"Oh, yeah.. you were trying to out-run that train at the crossing.."

"Don't remind me. That was so stupid! I swear I'll never do that

kinda shit again!"

"Yeah.. you've already said that a million times.."

Kerry was cool. Personally, I thought he was cute, but I never saw

him hangin' around with the girls. I saw Todd come out the door. I

wanted to find out where he was going, leaving at this hour? No.. I

tried to make it appear as though I were heading back in, from way

up the sidewalk so I could, for some reason, divert attention from

Kerry even being there.

"Yo.. where you goin'?" I asked Todd.

"To get some more cigarettes. You wanna go with me?"

"Naah.. that's okay, I'll pass.."

"Well go on back in there, man. It's a hell of a show in there. You

missed Rhonda.. she took off her bra!"

"Yeah, yeah..." and Todd was on his way. he cranked his car, revved

the motor several times, and 'scratched off'. I went back to the

tree where Kerry was sitting. "Hey Kerry, you wanna blow this pop

stand?"

"You got wheels, dude?"

"Yeah.. right out there," I said, pointing toward my car.

"Sure!" he replied, and we went to the car and got in. Like I was

saying, Kerry was really a cute guy. The only time I really saw him

was after school sometimes, in geometry, and occasionally switching

classes. He was looking no less snappy tonight, wearing faded blue

jeans and a blue jean jacket. He took it off when we got in the car,

showing me a beautiful pink tank top. He was six months younger than

me, and he really seemed more like a brother to me than Todd, even

though Kerry and I had never talked about... well.. gay things. He

really didn't know about me, of course I really didn't know about

him either.

We got up to the corner and stopped at a stopsign. "Anywhere you had

in mind to go, or ya just wanna go anywhere?" I asked.

"Anywhere you point the car is fine with me," he said, "as long as it

isn't my driveway."

"Well, I wouldn't do that to you," I assured him. "How old is Timothy

now?" I asked, trying to keep the subject of guys going now.

"Oh, he's ten. He'll be eleven in October."

"Ahh.." I said.

"Why?"

"Just wondered.. just met him once. Seems cool.."

"Yeah? He is.. gets in my stuff all the time.. of course, I don't

mind.."

Gets in his stuff all the time? What KIND of stuff, I wondered...

I wanted to talk to Kerry, but the traffic here on Main St. was so

bad that I had to concentrate on the traffic. At the same time, I

knew my parents didn't give a shit where I was because they were

asleep and thought I was at the party with Todd.. and Todd would be

too blitzed soon to give a fuck anyway.. so.. yeah.

"Friday night, dude. This traffic is a bummer," Kerry commented.

"Yeah, it is. I know some great places to go though."

"Oh? Cool.. quiet places?"

"Yeah. Try dead."

"Yeah. That would work," Kerry said. "We need somewhere to talk."

"Huh?" I thought I had heard Kerry say 'we need somewhere to talk.'

That was what I had just been thinking. He couldn't be reading my

mind, could he? I pulled off the main road and hit the interstate.

"Jesus Christ, Chris! Talk about out of the frying pan into the

fire!"

"Take it easy, dude.. it's okay.. just a few miles.." I headed North

on the interstate to a smaller town. There was a certain street that

I knew of just up the highway that had a 'DEAD END' sign up.. it

DEAD ENDed alright, but certainly not in the 'traditional' manner.

Chris calmed down. I think he just wasn't ready to go from a

bumper-to-bumper main drag with fast-food joints open to all hours

of the night, to four lanes going each way and semi's every few

feet.

Well, we peeled off the interstate after going several miles. The

exit ramp was desolate, the only car in sight was a green Buick Le

Sabre in front of us, and it faded off quickly. The only building in

sight here was a Union 76 station that was closed. Shit, good

reminder, I thought, looking quickly at my gas gauge. Half a tank.

Not that a closed station was any better than a non-existent one,

but still... I looked at Kerry.

"Where is this?" he asked.

"I have no earthly idea," I jested.

"What?!"

"Just joshing. We're close to Beaumont."

"Oh. Never been to Beaumont.."

"You have now," I said.

There was a car coming down the ramp behind me, so I proceeded to

make my left turn after this longer-than-necessary stop at the stop

sign. Maybe I just wanted to make sure the road was clear for the

next 47 miles.

I expected to hear at least one, "how much further is it?" but I

didn't. He put in one of my Def Leppard tapes and we jammed a little

to it. I started to worry; he had it cranked a little loud. I wasn't

worried about either of our hearing, I was just worried that he was

nervous about something and he suddenly didn't want to talk about

it, but rather wanted to try to listen to the music to forget about

it. I kept looking at all three mirrors and occasionally glanced

over at him. I didn't know if he noticed my boner or not, I kinda

doubted it since it was so dark in the car to see anything really

except the dash, and there weren't any street lights. But that was

okay by me.

After one song, "Animal," he turned the player down and then off. I

was sort of relieved. Actually it was a good thing he did; I was

surprised I wasn't caught or at least that he hadn't said anything;

my speedometer read 80 miles an hour just prior to that song

stopping, and I have no real idea how long I was going that fast.

"Nice car," he commented. "Yeah,", I said, "but I kinda wasn't

watching my speed.."

"Oh? Well, I was just jammin'," he said. I told him I was too,

really. Actually I was in a hurry to get to that spot. It was still

about five more miles. But now I was doing 55 again like a good

little boy, and it was nice and quiet. I thought I might get

started early and see what kinda answers I got from him, so I could

see if we were thinking alike in all respects.

"Hey Kerry..?"

"Yeah?"

"You.. got any hair under your arms?"

Hell, if he thought I was sissy about something like that, and I

started talking about his dick, my God, watch out for falling

debris!

He smiled slightly. "Well, YEAH, I got some hair under my arms," he

said as though he were proud of it. He didn't sound shy about it.

But he did say it like I should have known better. I guess I was

getting a little unsure then. But a few moments later, "you.. got

any hair around your dick?" he asked me. Maybe I'd hit the jackpot

after all.

"Yeah, got some around my dick and balls. Do you?"

"Yeah.." he answered, a little more uniformly. He giggled a little

now.

"Heheh.. in fact, this is gonna sound gay, but it's a little hard.."

I took full advantage of that.

"Mine's more than a LITTLE hard."

"Is it?"

"Yeah.. it's cramped up in these fuckin' shorts.." I said. I never

grinned at all. I managed to keep full seriousness to my voice the

entire time. When I told him that I was cramped, I bit my teeth over

my lower lip as I tried to reposition myself, less than a mile from

our destination now. There was a putrid smell in the air. I looked

around. Kerry giggled.. "I cut a fart," he said. I looked even more

stern. "I-I'm sorry," he said, continuing to giggle. Then he cut

another one and I heard it. He laughed at it too. It really didn't

bother me that he was farting, just the damn smell. He did have a

window down which helped immensely.

I laughed back at him. "What is it?" he asked.

"All your fuckin' farts!" I said, giggling and turning onto the 'DEAD

END' street.

"You know somebody down here?" he asked.

"Just.. watch."

I went down the dead-end street, which was pavement for about a

quarter of a mile. Then I made a left turn. I always wondered why

Georgia Power had a substation at the end of this road. Anyway,

there was what looked like a small driveway that led beside the

substation, you know, where work vehicles parked. Actually, that's

what it was for. But if you pulled on up behind the substation, it

turned into a dirt road that led beside a creek... and woods. How

did I know about this? My dad works for the power company, not with

lines anymore, he used to, but now he's in an office. I came with

him once down here for the hell of it, and while he spent all day

once getting this substation in working order after a MASSIVE

lightning strike, I wandered around. No houses for miles, and since

I had all day, I spent a little time on the road. He didn't care. I

found out that it seemed to go on forever. I had to quit before I

actually got to the end of it. I came back one day once I started

driving, and it does go for about five miles and just stops. I

clocked it. It ends at a railroad track on the other side of a large

creek.

I drove down it about 2 miles and stopped. "I do believe this is far

enough in," I said.

"Where is this?"

"Nowheresville. This place is ours. No houses, no Coke machines, no

pay phones. But I do have some Cokes in a cooler."

"That's okay," he said. "Is it.. kosher for me to get out and stretch

my legs?"

"Yeah! There's not a soul for miles!"

"Are you sure? This isn't some kinda hunting ground or anything is

it?"

"No way!"

"Okay," he said slowly, opened his door and got out. So did I. All we

could hear were some crickets and a few frogs down close to the

creek. Then I started worrying about the possibility of mosquitoes,

but I can tell you now we never got bitten all night.

We stood at the edge of the creek, which was to one side of the road.

Woods were to the other. True, there could be some deer in here, but

I didn't think so. Even if there were it wouldn't bother me because

we weren't into that sort of sport. We both agreed it was "too

redneck". We sat now in the pale moonlight near a large oak tree a

few feet from the creek. I offered him a Coke again because I was

going to get one. He gladly accepted.

"Kerry," I asked, "can I feel the hair under your arms?" knowing that

I had direct access to it through his tank top. "Well, sure!" he

said, lifting an arm. Just this little acceptance made my cock go

wild, being a little afraid to pursue this much further just yet.

His hair felt cool, about like mine did. I rubbed his underarm, and

consequently, I moved the hand and rubbed his back. "Damn," he

said, "that feels good.

"I removed my shirt. He felt of my chest. "Kerry, you know.. there's

something I've always wanted to tell you.."

"What's that, dude?"

"You're cool as shit."

"Well, thanks dude, you are too.."

"Yeah? Well.. listen man, my dick's too cramped in this bullshit. I'm

just going to have to let it out. It's about to explode."

"Know whatcha mean, man. I think I will too."

He took off his clothes, and he was as stiff as I was. He had been

pre-cumming a little as I had, too.

I wanted to get him to verbally tell me about it. "Kerry, is it

hard?"

"Yeah dude, it is.. real hard."

"Well, you can tell me about it if you want to.."

"Well, it's about six inches long I guess."

"You got a lot of hair around it?" I asked.

"Well, you can feel it if you want," he said. I did. I took a clamp

on it as though I were going to jack him off, and then I did jack

his pole a few times.

"Oh, please don't stop," he moaned, "that felt good."

"Okay.. I'll go you one better," I said, realizing that he didn't

mind me feeling him after all. I bent down and sucked him. He did

have a nice mean pecker, and it wasn't long until he fed me his hot

jism. "Oh damn... that was great!" he said. Then I ran my hands up

from his cock area to his stomach, to his chest, and stopped at his

tits. I felt them with my finger. They were stiff and tall. He was

smiling. "Damn Chris, you are a real stud.." he said.

"You are too," I said. "It's wild that you let me do that just now."

"Yeah, but was it as fun for you as it was for me?"

"Better. Better because now I might.. think that you'd.. let me do it

to you again sometime?"

"Chris.. if you only knew how hard you make me in geometry.. you make

me harder than the problems!

I chuckled. "Well dude, you make me just as hard."

"Want me to suck you off?" he offered.

"Would that bother you?"

"No.. heh.. can you keep a REAL BIG secret?"

"Yeah.. anything!" I assured him.

"I suck Timothy all the time. He loves it. He's a little faggot too!"

"Shew!" "Does he have any friends?"

"Not really.. right now it's mainly just me and him.. we sleep in the

same room and everything. Why don't you come over sometime, and we

can talk and do some shit together?"

"Yeah, that'd be cool.."

"Yeah.. it would."

He put his hand on my arm, ran it over onto my chest and felt of my

body. "I gotta admit, that was cool," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Asking if I had any hair under my arms.."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I didn't know where else to start!"

We burst out laughing. He ran his hands on my stomach and it gave me

goosebumps. He even felt my goosebumps. "Cool! Do I turn you on that

much?"

"You sure as shit do!"

"Fuck!" he grasped my dick eagerly and bent down and sucked it

feverishly. With his fury, I pumped shot after shot of my hot jism

into his mouth in less than a minute. He really did something to me.

He licked his lips. "You know, I was just wondering.. is Todd gay?"

he asked.

"No, Todd's at that party. He's straight as hell. Always has been."

Guess I haven't told you this, but Todd is eighteen. If he were to

become gay after all this, they'd have to commit me.

He rubbed my back now, as I had rubbed his earlier. We sipped our

Cokes. "God, that was a cool wad you shot," he finally said.

Then I asked a burning question. "Kerry, do you and Timothy.. ever

buttfuck?"

"He buttfucks me. I don't buttfuck him, he says it hurts too much.

Maybe soon.."

"Ahh.."

"Yeah, so me and you.. we're fags," Kerry stated. "Yeah, we are. And

before now, we had no idea!"

"Nope. I knew I was, though," said Kerry. I rubbed his legs. He felt

so neat.

"Kerry, can I.. kiss you?"

"Sure! I wasn't sure if you liked being kissed or not, so I never

really did anything.." he said.

We kissed, passionately. We held each other close. We stayed there

kissing and making love until about 3 am. Then we got back wearily

in the car and I managed to get Kerry and I home without getting a

ticket.

I'm going over to Kerry's house later today to meet Tim again. He is

really cute.

Todd just got home and he is in the kitchen. I need to go so I can

talk to him. Well, that was interesting, picture this scene. Todd

is in the kitchen in nothing but his jockeys, fixing a bowl of

cereal. As he bends over to put the box of cereal back in the

cabinet, the head of his cock appears above the elastic. He doesn't

know it or even realize he's on the boner. God I worry about him

with that grass and shit like he had last night at the party!

Christ. Anyway, he stands there after he pours milk on the cereal,

turns around and faces me, hands behind his back, kinda smirking,

with that head sticking up, saying, "what's up?" and belching.

"Not much, 'cept my dick," I answered, aware that he was probably

still a nice zonk from last night.

"That's cool," he said. "How big is it?"

"About six. How big is yours?"

... and he drops his drawers and shows me his pole. Thank God mom and

dad were still in bed asleep! Geeze, Todd had about eight inches! I

felt it and he wanted to feel mine, I let him. Then I told him

outright that I didn't care about Rhonda last night because I was a

fag. "Well," he joked, "you didn't miss anything. I don't really

like her either."

"Damn, did you have a bad party?" I asked, helping him back into his

shorts in case mom and dad came into the kitchen.

"It was pretty shitty." Funny, it was like either he bought my big

about being a fag, or he was too zonked to give a damn, I wasn't

sure which. I led him to my room rather than his, and let him lay on

my bed.

I sat beside him in a chair for an hour. He woke up then, and he

seemed "normal." He looked up at me. "You're.. a fag, aren't you?"

he said. It had clicked.

"Yeah Todd. I'm a queer."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that."

"You don't think so?"

"No! Roger Anderson is gay. You didn't know we were best friends?"

Shit no, I didn't!!!! Is my brother bi?

"Hey Christopher, can I see your snake?"

"Sure!" I said, whipping my bad boy out. He looked at it and asked to

feel it, of course I let him. It wanted to get stiff, I let it and

didn't try to hold back. Todd was being too gentle.

"Jesus, Mary, Joseph! I didn't know you had so much!" he said, taking

his underwear off.

"Well, I didn't know you liked it, or I'd of let you see it sooner."

"Chris, to be honest, I didn't like it until I started hanging out

with Roger last quarter. But I had no idea you.."

He stopped. He looked at me like he wanted something.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Well, nothing man. This is very over your head..."

"Try me," I suggested.

"This is mega-off-the-wall.."

"So? I'm a mega-off-the-wall person," I said.

He paused. "Have you ever.. been butt-fucked before?"

I smiled. "Yep." I had too. This had been about two years ago, but

while spending the night with Max Fletcher, a friend of mine then,

he had done it to me and I loved it. I never wanted it to end!

"Well, dude... Rhonda didn't put out last night.. and I just kinda

feel.."

"Yeah. Sorry." Maybe he was trying to sort out our differences. I

don't know. But if he was torn between Roger and Rhonda, I was

afraid I couldn't do a lot for him. I started going off my boner

just a little. I was afraid he was going to start rubbing my face in

Rhonda.

Still, I let him try buttfucking me. It worked well for us both and I

could feel the shots fire off in my ass that were probably intended

for Rhonda. Yeah. Wait til he got some girl pregnant. Then maybe

he'd worry a little about it. He pulled out, he smiled at me. He

hugged me, I hugged him back. Then I really beamed at him as he

turned to go take a shower; he told me that he would never have

anything else to do with women and that when he got out of the

shower he wanted to feel my penis again. Just as he started the

water he cut it off, came back out and said, "what the hell you

waiting for, Chris? You gonna shower with your big brother or not??"

I told him I was going over to Kerry's later and he wanted to know if

he could come too. I told him "by all means."

Arriving at the Bridges' house, I began to wonder what Kerry's

reaction was going to be when he saw me with Todd, whom I had gone

into great detail about with Kerry as to his sexual desires. Kerry's

expression was one of awe, and he quickly ushered me into the

kitchen and asked me why Todd had come. I told him and he almost

fainted!

We all went into Kerry's bedroom, got to know each other, and we all

got naked and had all kinds of fun. Still it was so hard to believe

that not only was Todd so accepting of me... but he was gay too now!

Hot damn!

Timothy was really cute. Kerry locked the bedroom door as he

undressed Tim; Tim liked Kerry to do that and it made his little

dick even harder to feel Kerry undress him. "Oh God, that makes me

so horny," Timmy confessed. He liked Kerry to call him "Timmy", so

we all got in that habit. Looking at all us naked really got him

hot, and Kerry was really impressed with the size of Todd's

man-cock. But, what Todd said that REALLY got us all started was,

"You might not believe this, dudes... but I see more cock in here in

this room right now than I saw in that entire party last night!!"

I was stunned. "You went there looking for cock?"

"I dunno Chris. Until I had that meeting with you this morning, I

wasn't sure what I was looking for. Now I've found it."

THE END