A Party to Remember

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My college days were wild. There's really no other way to put it. I didn't go to college with the goal of actually gaining an education. I went to college with the goal of doing whatever the fuck I wanted to do, because I'd spent my entire childhood living with an overly religious family in a town that seemed to be stuck in the 1940s.

I'd always been a pretty popular guy, but that made it even more difficult to keep my sexuality under wraps. It simply wasn't socially acceptable, so I waited until I moved across the country for college before I began exploring that side of myself.

Needless to say, after years of hiding that part of me, it wasn't as easy as holding my arms out and screaming it into the air. I'd become so used to being this straight, sporty, swimmer guy who hooked up with chicks, to jump into the deep end, so, much to my disappointment, after a month in college, I ended up with a girlfriend. Don't ask.

She was a year older than me, and other than the fact that I didn't find her even remotely attractive, we got on pretty well. She had a younger brother who lived close by, but he was still in high school. He was eighteen, and even though I wasn't particularly into younger guys, there was only a year between us and I couldn't deny the fact that he was probably the most handsome boy I'd ever seen.

He was a crazy little dude, too. Their parents were pretty laid back, so it wasn't uncommon to see Tucker sneaking onto the college campus and partaking in one of the many parties. Hell, even the frat boys began to take a shining to him.

Tucker was a fair haired kid with a hot body. He did a lot of wrestling in high school, and it was easy to tell. Other than his cute face and cheeky attitude, Tucker had an ass to die for. No matter what he wore, his bubble butt bulged through it, and I couldn't get enough.

I went as far as imagining that it was him that I was fucking when the time came for me and my girlfriend to do the deed. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.

We partied a lot. Every weekend the frat boys threw a big party and there wasn't a single one that we missed. I knew after a few of these that my girlfriend was cheating on me, but I wasn't particularly bothered. She probably knew that I wasn't into her, so she did what she had to do.

One of the stranger aspects of the frat parties was their dark room. Yes, you read that correctly. The frat house had a basement that they had turned into some sort of bizarre sex room, and even though it was created as something of a joke, it didn't stop people from using it.

I'd only seen it once. It was almost pitch black and had an old bed, an old leather sofa and the most interesting part was the gloryhole. It was a wall that cut the room into two, but they'd drilled a dick sized hole in it and the idea was that the chicks would wait on one side and the guys would do what they needed to do on the other.

I was drunk. That's my only excuse. I was a drunk ass nineteen-year-old who had been hiding his sexuality for far too long. Nobody knew about me, and as much as I wanted it to stay like that, I was yearning for dick.

There was a small toilet in the basement but it was almost never used. The party that night was one of the biggest I'd seen, and the queue to the toilet upstairs was seemingly never-ending. A lot of the guys just pissed in the front yard, but I was a little more modest, so with a drunken confidence, I pushed my way into the basement and descended into the darkness.

I actually forgot about the fact that it was a sex dungeon until I found myself standing there. I used the toilet quickly, and took a look around.

It was nothing impressive. It was easy to tell that the guys had made it as a bit of a joke, but I couldn't help but stare at the gloryhole with a devious excitement burning inside me.

As I studied it, the basement door opened and I scarpered. I could get away with pretending that I was just playing around if I was with a bunch of other people, but standing down there alone would make that a bit less believable.

I scurried behind the wall, and watched, through the gloryhole, as a young man strolled down the stairs with a can of beer in his hand.

"Anyone here?" He asked, and immediately I recognised the voice as Tucker's.

I pressed my back to the wall, praying that he didn't come around, because now it looked really bad. Not only was I down here by myself, but I was crouched next to the girl's side of the gloryhole! I felt my body begin to sweat.

"Well if there is" he hiccuped, and I could hear the effects of the alcohol in him, "I could really do with a blowjob".

I became frozen as I stared at the gloryhole. Even hearing those words come out of his mouth made my cock twitch. I saw his shadow first, unzipping his pants, and a moment later, a thick pole of meat pushed through to my side, and I gawped at it.

"Come on, baby" he groaned, flexing his cock, "I know you're in there".

I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was already semi-erect, with a cock head the size of a ping pong ball. It must have been six inches and it wasn't finished growing yet. He was a small guy, but his cock was anything but.

"I bet your fingering your wet pussy back there" he breathed, his cock still growing, "let daddy take care of it for you".

I almost sniggered. Daddy?! The kid was eighteen!

I considered running out and trying to hide my face as I escaped to freedom, but Tucker was drunk. It was unlikely that he'd even check who had blown him, so what was the harm, really?

I took a breath. Every part of my body trembled with excitement, and then I did something I never thought I'd do, and I took his cock in my hand.

"WOW! Fuck!" He gasped, and then it turned into a laugh, "I didn't know anyone was there" he added, and I felt his body relax through his dick.

"Yeah, suck daddy's big, fat cock" he groaned, and so I did exactly that.

I took his helmet in my mouth and tasted the light saltiness from his smooth glans. Almost instantly I began to leak into my underwear. He tasted as perfect as he looked, and my tongue swirled around the head to ensure I didn't miss a thing.

"Oh fuck yeah" he moaned, his cock tensing, "get it all nice and wet".

I plunged myself down on his pole, letting him all the way into my throat until I gagged, and my eyes widened.

It wasn't a particularly feminine gag, and I waited with bated breath for him to pull away and come around.

"Come on baby" he whispered, "don't be afraid to choke".

Hearing him speak like that was almost as hot as sucking his dick. I'd fantasised about it for long enough, but actually getting it was better than I had ever imagined.

I continued sucking him, getting his cock wet with saliva and pre-cum. His breathing became laboured, and a moment later he was thrusting his hips against the wall and whimpering.

"Daddy would do naughty things to you, baby" he moaned, "I wanna' eat your pussy so bad".

I stifled a snigger and continued swallowing him.

"I can get freaky, too, you know" he purred, "I eat ass like groceries".

Again, I rolled my eyes as I gulped down his pre-cum.

"Let me eat your ass, baby" he continued, "let daddy lick your butthole".

It was an absurd idea, but I was drunk on beer and on horniness, and in that moment, it sounded like the best suggestion on the planet.

I kept myself pretty smooth for a guy, so when I stood up, dropped my pants and spread my ass cheeks against the gloryhole, Tucker had no idea that it was a guy on the other side.

I knew it was wrong. I knew I was breaking any trust he had with me, but I was a horny teenager and there's nothing else I can say about it.

"Oh yeah" he breathed, using his finger to play with my smooth hole, "you just stay like that, sexy".

I heard him suck his finger into his mouth, and a moment later I gasped as he slid it inside me.

"Oh you're so tight" he whimpered, fucking me with it.

My knees began to tremble as Tucker fingered me and then he got to his knees on the other side of the wall, and I held my breath when his tongue whipped across my hole.

"Fuck" he mumbled, "you taste so good".

He licked it up and down, twirled his tongue around it as I shivered, and finally, plunged it inside me.

I almost moaned. I had to bite down on my fist to stay quiet, and I had to admit that Tucker was exceptionally gifted at eating ass. On and on it went, his wet, warm tongue fucking me with vigour until finally I heard him get to his feet.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby" he said breathlessly, and my eyes widened. "You just keep that sexy little ass spread wide for daddy".

I considered calling it off. But how?! If I stopped now, he'd surely come around and ask why. I'd gone too far, and if I wanted to get out of here with my dignity and my face in tact, I had no choice.

My cock was on the verge of exploding as I stood there with my butt cheeks spread apart. I felt his cock the second it came through the gloryhole, and Tucker took great delight in rubbing his wet helmet up and down the hole he'd just eaten.

Every stroke sent bursts of pleasure through me. I couldn't believe that this was actually happening, and then a moment later, he pushed and I felt my ass open for him.

"Oh my god" he grunted, edging his long cock deeper into me, "that's the best ass I've ever fucked!"

Little did he know.

I did my best to stay as silent as possible. I continued biting on my fist as Tucker found his rhythm and a minute later, he was fucking me and I was in heaven.

I'd heard of prostate orgasms before, but I was sure they were a myth. Yet feeling his large cock slide back and forth over it was making me dizzy with pleasure, and all I could do was stand there and try to remain silent as he plowed my insides.

His words were unintelligible now. He was grunting and moaning, gasping and panting, and his strokes quickened with each passing second until the room filled with the sound of sex.

"I'm gonna cum in you, baby!" He moaned, "keep daddy's spunk in you until you go home!"

He was certainly a strange boy, but the idea, along with the fact that his cock was punishing my prostate violently, made my own tool burst with pleasure.

He grunted as he began to fill me, and at the same time, ropes of sperm gushed from my swollen cock and splashed off the concrete below. For each burst of cum that Tucker dumped in me, I shot one, too, and the pair of us orgasmed in unison until finally it was over.

"I gotta go" he said under his breath, dragging his wet cock from my gaping hole, "see you".

He almost ran from the room. Apparently the post-nut clarity was too much for him, but I felt like I had just won the jackpot.

With Tucker's warm load still sloshing around inside me, I pulled up my pants and almost fist pumped the air. Carefully, I slipped back into the party and nobody noticed a thing.

An hour later I found Tucker chugging a beer for the frat boys, and when he saw me he beamed and came over.

"Bro, I know you're fucking my sister and all, but you have to check out the gloryhole downstairs!"

"Oh yeah?" I smirked and he nodded intently.

"I went down and bro, the hottest chick on the fucking planet was down there. Blonde hair, big tits, she was just waiting for me, naked! I swear, bro, she sucked my dick, I fucked her in the ass, and she even said she was gonna come over to my place next weekend for more!"

I nodded as I listened.

"Damn, bro" I smiled, "that must have been sweet!"

"Best sex ever, man" he grinned.

"I bet" I grinned back, "I bet".