Dirty T-Shirt

Dirty T-Shirt (bi)

It was my first year of college, the parties were frequent, the kegs were plentiful, and the girls were wild. Well, everyone was a little crazy experimenting with alcohol, freedom from parents, and fledgling adulting.

I walked past a few of the guys in our frat's common room and overheard them talking about hosting a wet T-shirt contest in the courtyard. I was like, "Dudes, it's winter! Get a better idea."

The three guys looked at me like I'd rained on their parade, "OK, Andrew, since you're so smart, what's a better idea?"

It only took me a second, "Have a DIRTY t-shirt party."

"And just what would that be?" One would think they would be smarter by the age of 19. Or are all 19 year olds still foolish?

I sighed, "Everyone has to come wearing a dirty t-shirt. Then have a prize." They looked at me like I was the dense one. "Look at Patel's shirt right there. It says, "I'm not an asshole. I just don't give a fuck about your opinion." Or think about that shirt Bud wears all the time, that one shows a picture of a glass of beer with lots of suds and says, 'I'm just a guy who likes lots of head'. Get it?"

The guys all instantly grinned, "Maybe we'd get lucky!" And so the theme was decided.

On the big day people started arriving with the typical innuendoed messages but also some really funny ones.

I can't remember all the best, but off the top of my head I do remember this one guy had a shirt that said, "I like girls for their hearts. Their big bouncy jiggly hearts." And having announced to the world that he liked big boobs, girls with big boobs rewarded him.

Like this girl who said, "I've got heart. Two of them."

He responded with, "Show me your hearts so I can appreciate all your kindness." And right there in front of the crowd she flashed him. She just lifted up her shirt for some seconds then it was done. And man! Did she have some heart!

I wanted to be funny too so I wore a shirt that I had smeared with ketchup and mustard. I think my humor was lost on most people.

Another said, "Would you like to see my footlong?" And there was a picture of a hot dog.

Then there was the one that had a picture of a jug of milk overlaid on top of each boob.

About half an hour into the party Patel announced a vote for best and worst shirts.

I couldn't believe I lost. Surely mine was better than the one that said, "You don't need a drivers license to ride me."

The winner was this super hot chick who's shirt read, "I swallow juicy wieners." It also had a picture of a hot dog on it. I thought she only won because she was hot. Wieners seemed to be a very common motif and the frat even provided piles of hot dogs for the food.

Patel gave the contest winner a gift certificate to Dunkin Donuts and a wish.

He made me take off my shirt. Stupid Patel.

She jumped up and down to celebrate her win while we all watched her knockers bounce. The crowd cheered her with the encouragement, "Take it off!" and she ate up the attention.

They booed me.

For her wish she asked that I would have to wear her t-shirt. Flushed, I pulled it over my head. Being the ONLY one without a shirt would have been better than being a guy wearing the shirt she had made famous. Oddly, I kinda liked the attention when, for a change, the crowd cheered for me in her shirt. And we all enjoyed seeing her strut around in her blue bra for the rest of the night.

Half an hour later Patel announced another contest. This time I won. He gave me a certificate for a free pizza. I also won a wish.

Since I had been eying the bodacious jugs on this one girl in the "I've got a dirty mouth but I can do great things with it." shirt, I took a chance and wished that everyone wearing a shirt that included the word, 'dirty' would have to take it off.

Everyone loved my idea including those who had to remove shirts. Maybe ten people, guys and girls, ripped off their shirts and threw them in the air. Two of the girls didn't have a bra on and were now topless including the one I was crushing on.

A while later I was embedded in her small circle of revelers when this one drunk babe pointed at a guy's shirt which had the message, "I got a dig bick. You that read wrong." And exclaimed excitedly, "Oh, I get it! Do you?"

Her shirt read, "Nasty girls have more fun." So he answered, "Let's go in the back room and see if my shirt and your shirt add up to big fun." And to my shock she grabbed his hand and they left.

I was left with my topless crush, whose name I now knew was Valeria, another girl in a "That's gross (unless you're up for it)" top, and a guy in a "My PEN IS huge." shirt.

The "gross" girl laughed and while eyeing me and the guy with the supposedly huge dick said, "I guess it's time for you two to get together."

The tall dude puffed out his chest saying, "If he can swallow a big hot dog I won't stop him." Now, you gotta remember, I didn't pick out my t-shirt and had completely forgotten what it said at this moment. It's also true that I was both tipsy and hopelessly transfixed by the smooth naked tits in front of me. I mean, I never knew a girl's nipples could do so many interesting things as hers were doing.

That girl who I desperately wanted, interjected, "If I were wearing that shirt there's no telling what would happen." Her eyebrows did fascinating things as she said it. Then she grabbed me by my arm and started leading me through the throng. Her beautiful naked Latina boob was touching my arm softly and I followed along like a little lost puppy dog. I would have gone to the ends of the Earth with her just to keep her luscious brown tit-flesh on my bare pale arm.

I hoped she wanted to be alone with me after all the hints I'd been dropping ever since I joined her little circle. "Would you like to get a drink?" How stupid of me to say that since she already had a beer in her hand. Then I added,"You know something stronger."

I had recovered nicely. "Yea, something stronger." She agreed as she nudged me along.

She kind of ribbed me with her elbow too and joked, "You're gonna need it more than I will. First time?" Wow, she kept touching me in all these ways. I was convinced that had to mean something.

It was then that I noticed the other two were still with us. One of them added a comment to her dubious joke, "Let's get him something really strong." I can't really remember which one said that as the alcohol was already affecting me. At the bar we all had a shot of Jello Everclear. Somehow I ended up with two.

Our group drifted into a spare bedroom where expectant eyes darted from one to another with no one truly knowing where to start some unknown activity. Well, unknown to me at the time.

I might not have followed the plot but I knew what I wanted. Facing Valeria, technically I faced her tits since I seemed to be unable not to look, I begged, "Hug me first. I wanna feel your nips on my chest." It was an outrageous thing to say. But she hugged me anyway and it was spectacular.

As she pressed her warm squishy boobs on me she whispered in my ear. "Do it and I'll be your best friend." I knew it was a lie. Hyperbole at best. But her lips next to my cheek revved my engine. I still didn't even know what the "it" was that she wanted me to do. I nodded without ever really thinking it through.

Gently, she pulled me down with her to the floor and we knelt together in front of 'pen is' and 'gross girl'. Did you know that boobs don't hang the exact same way when a girl kneels as they do when she's standing?

I looked up from Valeria's hypnotic jiggly hearts only to discover that her dark eyes were equally attractive. Was this love I was feeling?

Gross girl had her phone out and was covering one eye as she was aiming it at us. Suddenly, Pen Is dude fumbled with his pants and in an instant had his cock out. Now we would all find out if it really was huge. I had trouble focusing but I did turn toward gross girl to see how she was reacting to this.

Valeria reached up, and when she just barely touched his shaft a stream of some unidentified liquid landed on the front of my shirt from somewhere.

"Ewww!" She yelled. "That's gross." Even the girl in the "that's gross shirt" recoiled.

I gawked at the nasty white globs, not willing to wipe them off with only my hand. In my inebriated state I looked around half expecting to see someone with a squeeze mayo bottle. Then when I looked back to Pen Is dude he was gone and it was just Valeria and I alone together.

In all honesty, my mind was sort of clouded. I wasn't at all sure what was supposed to have happened there on the floor and I forgot about the gooey mess on my chest the moment I looked away from it.

What I did know was that Valeria needed comforting. I went in for another hug but she stopped me, horrified, "You've got stuff all over you."

Naturally, I returned to staring at her full chest, "You've got some on you too."

She started screaming hysterically, "Uuugh! Get it off! Off!" I still didn't have a towel and my hands kinda flailed in the air to make the point.

"Just how should I do that? Lick it?"

She was panicked, "Yes, lick my boobs, Andrew. I'll be more than your best friend." She still didn't mean it. And it still made my stomach jump for joy.

More importantly, she knew my name. I was so happy. And I really did want to lick her boobs more than anything. The outside world faded away and I forgot everything except her bouncy boobs, and then for no particular reason I started with the left one. I licked all around the magnificent hanging orb, paying special attention to my favorite part, the underboob, and finally finishing with her nipple which I licked, then sucked. Finishing that, I announced, "One down!"

Turning my attention to the other hefty breast I dove in starting with the sexy heaving underboob this time. I traced an erotic trail up and around until I reached the top, "Hey! There's something wet here."

"Oh right, Andrew. I spilled my drink. That's why you're helping me out. You offered to lick it off. Remember?"

"Oh, yea, of course. Worst tasting drink ever." And I proceeded to bathe her entire boob with my tongue, cleaning it completely so it was now as pure as the other. I tell you, for my first oral assault on a pair of headlights I lucked out with a truly amazing set. Again, I wasn't aware of all that was going on around me.

She was relieved to be cleansed and she thanked me sweetly. Then added, "We never did finish what we came in here for." And she punctuated that thought with a frown. "What'ya say we go find another hot dog for you?" Now she smiled so expectantly I just couldn't disappoint her.

We went back out into the main room, both of us teetering a bit. Just then Patel announced the third dirty t-shirt contest.

I swear a hush spread over the crowd until someone yelled, "No need for a vote. Cum-boy's definitely got the dirtiest shirt!." They all went wild.

I looked around to see who had won and I guess my inherited shirt won again. It was my lucky day. I won another gift card - this one was to a local hot dog place. For my wish I held Valeria's hand up in the air and declared, "I want to stay next to this girl forever." As fate would have it the universe would later conspire to put us on that path. But more about that later.

A nameless partier put a bottle in my hand. They gave Valeria one too.

Valeria clapped her hands excitedly for me. Then she called out to everyone there while pointing to one particular guy, "Anyone else wanna feed my friend here?"

She had called me her friend. Was that good or bad? I didn't want to be friend zoned.

The guy she was pointing to had yet another hot dog themed shirt - well, a bbq apron, but who cares? It showed a picture of a hot dog frank and the words were, "I can't wait to get my meat in your mouth."

Next, she was looking me straight in the eyes, talking loudly, "Are you hungry for hot dog?"

You would not believe how funny everyone thought that was. They were chanting, "Feed the boy.. Feed the boy.."

The potential love of my life was still talking over the din, "You can't refuse if so many people want you to. Think of your fans."

I answered foolishly, "I guess a hot dog. Or a taco. Will you eat it with me?" The people thought that was even funnier and they changed their chant to, "Feed them both.. have them share.."

It sounded like a good idea. A first date of sorts to share a meal. So I told her, "You can't refuse. Think of your fans." I never saw the inconsistency between what the people were demanding and my own interpretation at the time.

I took the now happless girl by the arm and led her over to a coffee table stacked with hot dogs. Encouraging her to kneel down by the low table I proclaimed in a drunken voice, "There's no tacos!"

More people laughed while a couple guys carted the table away to make room for us two. I brushed a lock of gorgeous black hair away from her perfect face tenderly while she looked out into the crowd, ignoring me. She would later explain that she was searching for a friendly face in the room to save us.

All at once meat-man was standing in front of us with a pretty standard seven inch pole on display. At that point I was blinded by the lights of a hundred phone cameras. Valeria, who I wanted so much to like me, pointed it at my face, "You first."

People chanted again, but when I looked for guidance to the one person who mattered to me, she said, "Go ahead. Suck it."

With the subtlest urging from her hand on my shoulder, I took the sexual knob in my mouth and gave it a good long suck before releasing it.

Someone out there now turned his attention to Valeria, "You said you could do great things with your mouth. Let's see it, slut."

Taking a big shuddering breath she buried the end in her mouth in one quick attempt. I couldn't believe how sexy her lips looked wrapped around a huge piece of meat. I could watch that scene forever.

Unfortunately it ended when she pulled off the shiny dick with a pop. "There! Are you all satisfied now?"

From my left this girl I'd seen Valeria with when she first entered the party, a girl I thought was her friend, answered the question, "Not at all. We wanna see you two share it."

I was mesmerized by the spit slicked shaft, really more by the saliva that belonged to my dream girl. I figured putting that wetness in my mouth would be the next best thing to kissing her. So I turned my head and gave the side of that cock a passionate open mouthed kiss.

A second later Valeria was kissing the other side directly across from me. I opened just a little wider and my overwrought lips finally made contact with hers. Together we slid up and down that cockshaft, always with our lips in ecstatic contact with each other's.

I reached out to grope the objects of my pent up desire knowing at that moment that this was the best night of my life. My dick was tenting my pants. Her eyes were smoldering, staring intently into mine as our foreheads bumped.

We worked up a rhythm moving back and forth until I realized that if we moved to the very tip our kiss would become real. Mashing our lips together, only a tiny part of the slippery crown interrupted our lovemaking. I hugged her body close to mine and had to reposition slightly to interlace our knees. It was that action which moved our bodies slightly closer to the owner of the cock. It was getting closer which caused the head to yet again peek out from between us. And it was that peeking which caused his ropey cum to shoot out across the room, landing on the pile of hot dogs which would now never be eaten. It was also that long cum-shot which made the dirty event that much more photogenic.

After that we kinda slinked away into a dark corner to avoid the limelight. Except that people kept making crude jokes or outright asking us to suck their cocks.

Finally I'd had enough, "Let's get out of here." Holding hands we walked the quad in silence until we found a quiet place to decompress in the library. She apologized profusely for the way she treated me and I forgave her. She said she thought it was just college hijinx - until it wasn't. We talked all night and got to know each other as real people.

By the next day everyone on campus referred to us as cum-boy and wiener girl. And from that day on she and I were made fun of or propositioned wherever we went. We spent all of our time together. We did eventually transfer to another school where we are still together.

We have tons of great sex and sometimes we go down to the adult arcade where we swallow big wieners together in secret. It always makes us feel especially close to relive the time that made us a couple. But our trips to the ABS are another story.

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