Swinging through the New York skyline, sailing over rooftops and narrowly diving between buildings Spider-Man swings at a breakneck speed. The feeling an absolute rush that in his years of crime fighting has never grown old. With one last powerful swing the web head launches himself over the main street leading into ESU, he lands gracefully balanced in a low crouch on the tips of his toes. Overlooking the section of campus reserved for student housing he can see the flashing lights coming from the building he was supposed to be at for Flash's party.
In his usual Parker luck fashion he was running extremely late by about four hours, at least he was actually going to make it at all unlike class today. Having left the Bugle quickly after his journey of self discovery Peter never got close to campus before being diverted to deal with a super villain attack, how shocker managed to sink and entire bank several stories into the ground he still didn't know. At least it proved a fine distraction from his realisation that everyone around him has been encouraging him to embrace being the sissy cuck he secretly fantasies about, finally breaking his self-denial.
Pushing that to the back of his mind Peter decided to revel in his small victory. Not of beating shocker now that had grown old, but of accepting himself, finally feeling like he fit in with world around him. Feeling like a new man with a new sense of confidence he dives down behind the building, changing into his street clothes, leaving his costume tucked away in his bag on the rooftop he begins to walk down the street towards the party.
The dull thud of of music becomes louder as he approaches the frat house, the well lit front lawn full of party goers spilling out from the house. As he stood at the end of the footpath leading up to the house, preparing himself for loud music, blinding lights and Flash Thompson he hears a car door behind him open and close.
"Hey Peter, I can't believe you actually showed up!"
Turning to see none other than his oldest friend Harry Osborne stepping out of his sports car, helping his girlfriend Liz Allen exit as well.
"Well at least you didn't place money on it, I owe MJ 50 bucks now"
Unable to stop the huge grin on his face Peter steps forward, exchanging bro fists with Harry and giving Liz a small hug, "well apparently I'm trying new things today, and MJ asked so I couldn't really say no".
"Oh I've heard" Liz mutters quietly, smiling mischievously, "knock it off" Harry quickly whispers down to his girlfriend before looking to his friend.
"We were a bit late ourselves, and MJ texted us looking for you, so we thought we'd wait for you"
Liz giggles to herself, "yeah thats what we were doing".
Looking closely at the two Peter quickly figures out what had been going on in the car behind them, as they are both still slightly out of breath, Harry's shirt buttoned unevenly and pants still unzipped while Liz was still pulling her dress back down properly, cum training down the inside of her thigh, quickly wiping it with her thumb she sticks her digit into her mouth, eyes closed.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm"
Looking up at Peter her expression turns to faint shock at the usually timid cuck is looking unabashedly at her action, her fun mildy spoiled. Peter meanwhile watches her display, reveling in the sensation of his pantie rubbing the head of his twitching shaft. While he had figured out that his aunts gift wasn't going to make him less sensitive, he had grown used to the constant stimulation and had become comfortable enough to build up his sissygasms and hold off for a while.
Looking between the two with a smile Harry places and arm around both of their shoulders.
"Alright then, I don't know about you two but I'm ready to party!"
Walking down the main path with the high-school sweethearts Peter finds himself actually ready to have a good time with his friends. About to say something to his friends he is suddenly stopped by the sight of the party goers on the front lawn, now closer he could see their complete state on undress, down to their underwear or in most cases nothing at all, all of them in the middle of some sexual act. Dry humping, grinding, one girl jerking off two of the men she was talking to as they played with her tits and pussy.
"Uh, what's going on" Continuing to look around, a bit more nervous Peter and his friends start to climb the steps of the house to run into the massive form of Kenny "Kong" McFarlane standing by the main entrance.
"What's it looks like nerd, you want in you have to strip"
"Glory got mad at you and put you on door duty didn't she?"
"Shut it Osborne"
Harry them turns to Peter, "look if you aren't comfortable we can always ditch and go hang out somewhere else".
Liz interjects, "will you both just man up and do it" already pulling down her dress to reveal her trim body, D-cup breasts and shaved womanhood, apparently forgetting underwear.
Pushing aside his fear Peter decides to just go for it, pulling off his shirt he looks back at Harry, "it's fine I can handle this".
Giving his friend a supporting nod the ginger proceeds to strip as well. Getting down to be as naked as Liz his large cock swings freely. Finally Peter pulls down his pants, left now in his panties he receives a raised eyebrow from Harry and an approving whistle from Liz.
"Ha, look at little dick in his panti oww"
Liz having just punched Kenny in the arm hard glaring up at him growls "Shut your damn mouth", before grabbing the boys by an arm and dragging them past into the party.
If outside was a small group of heavy petting and foreplay, then inside was rutting, sex filled den of debauchery. The air was heavy with mist from the flashing lighting, the music now thundering, and in the middle of the large living room was a mass of people dancing, grinding and bouncing to the beat. Surrounding them on couches was several couples and groups all engage in various stages of fucking madly. Women bouncing in the laps of men, screaming in pleasure loud enough to be heard over all the noise. Other couples leant up against walls, door frames and even just on the floor were all driving each other to cum out in the open for all to see, Peter even spotted Glory Grant through the doorway to the kitchen riding Hobby brown on the counter while his own girlfriend was behind them face stuffed into the firm ebony cheeks of Glory, driving her tongue into the puckered backdoor of the woman fucking her boyfriend.
"Puny Parker, finally worked up the nerve to drag his little dick to a real party!"
Turning to see the mocking and slightly drunk form of Flash Thompson standing at the bottom of the stairs, the three friends all groan in annoyance as the muscular blonde, still wearing his boxers marches over to them.
