Happy summer! My favorite time of the year!! Note: This is a gay male story.
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The front door was unlocked. Since no one answered the doorbell, I entered and walked down a long hallway, following the sounds of music and laughter.
"Jasper, my man!! You made it!" My best friend Dean, shirtless and wearing some girls' hat too small for his head, pulled me into a headlock.
"Hey!" I half hugged him back.
Dean was a social guy and always organized get togethers for everyone and anyone in town over university breaks.
"You're just in time for the next round." He gestured to a group in a circle in similar varying degrees of undress. There were a few dozen people overall and ten or so as a part of the card game circle.
Dean handed me a beer and dragged me to sit next to the largest man I have ever seen in my life.
"Oh hey, I remember you from Dean's new year's eve party, right? I'm Jasper by the way." I held my fist out for a bump, which he returned.
"I remember. Brock."
What a fitting name for a 6 foot 10 inch man of pure muscle. I wasn't usually embarrassed of my 5 foot 9 inch height (okay, fine, 5 foot 8), but I looked even smaller next to him.
I was searching for an inconspicuous way to sit somewhere else when he engaged me in conversation. Next thing I knew, we're several rounds in, I'm buzzed, and giggling next to him. Not laughing, giggling. This must be a strong can, er four?, of beer.
Because I arrived late, I didn't understand the game's rules. I thought I was getting the most points, but I kept losing. Lost both socks and my shirt. What was I doing wrong?
"Alright, super round time! From now on, penalty is full stripping," John, Dean's mischievous partner in crime, announced while wiggling his eyebrows at a few of the girls.
I balked. Aaahhh. I wasn't a prude or anything, but I'd never been naked in front of anyone before. I often struck out with girls because of my height.
If anyone else chickened out of the round, I'd be the first to join them. But, nope. Not a single one. I was stuck.
The game went on. I thought I was doing good when Brock leaned over to whisper in my ear, "It's a reverse game. You're supposed to get as few points as possible."
"Shit!"
He laughed a throaty and deep laugh. Damn it, even his laugh was manly.
"Are you looking at my cards?" I replied playfully.
Shit, shit, shit. The round was almost up. I had way too many points.
John handed out beer to those who'd emptied theirs. Dean bickered with his crush, Kelsey.
Brock switched our cards!! He just up and grabbed my hand when everyone was distracted and inserted his own cards into my hands.
"Uuhh, what are you doing?"
"You looked nervous about the penalty." He finished his beer and grabbed another. Was he so large, he couldn't get drunk or something?
He did end up losing.
"Strip! Strip! Strip!" The group chanted.
Brock huffed but only seemed amused. I wouldn't be embarrassed either if I had his height and muscles!
He had done pretty well so far. While most everyone else was down to their underwear or bras for the girls, he still had pants and a shirt.
He stripped down to his boxers, which were loose, and he was soft, but the bulge underneath was magnificent. Everyone, men and women alike, stopped breathing to look as he teased his waistline.
"Do I have to?" His eyes slid to me.
I tried to bail him out. "I mean, this is probably fine-"
"Nope! Game rules!!" Dean so helpfully chimed in. He looked at Kelsey. "Second to last also has to remove an article of clothing?"
She giggled and without hesitation unclipped her bra, drawing the majority of eyes to her.
Dean attached himself to her side. "Kelsey..."
In the commotion, Brock finished stripping and joined our circle on the floor. He had done that quietly and gracefully for a man his size. Really, he should qualify as a giant.
The way he sat obscured his man jewels from my sight. Not that I was looking.
Kelsey shouted, "New game!"
I got up to leave, not wanting to be a part of whatever crazy shenanigans started next, but Dean called on Brock to keep me there. He pulled me back down gently but forcefully by my waist. Which he lightly squeezed before releasing. I glared at him but couldn't help breaking out in a smile when he stuck his tongue out at me.
Kelsey explained the new game rules, while eye fucking Dean. "Spin the bottle but master pet version. And the pet must be naked."
Um, what now?! This was seriously the last time I was attending one of Dean's parties. I felt like I promised myself that every time and stupidly kept coming back. Best friend code, I guess. Stupid me.
Dean jumped up and returned with a pile of dollar store party necklaces that looked like... dog collars.
WTF. I mentally screamed at Dean, who winked and mouthed, "Chill, not serious."
They spun the bottle. The first person it landed on was the pet, who had to strip completed naked if not already in that state, and the second was the master, who could ask for anything for the duration of the party that wasn't too extreme. It was supposed to be "friendly."
Friendly my ass.
They spun the bottle, and people started pairing up.
A spin landed on Dean. For the next spin, he purposefully stopped it to point at Kelsey, who beamed.
"Hey! No cheating!" A couple of the guys hoping to pair with Kelsey complained.
"Host privileges," Dean quipped back.
The next spin landed on Brock. Dean threw one of the cheap collars at him, which he caught one handed and then spun the bottle. His force caused the bottle to spin for what felt like forever.
It finally slowed and slowed and stopped between me and the cute girl next to me but slightly more towards her. He's probably happy about the hottie-
"Guess you're my master for the night, Jasper."
Uuuuhh, okay, I guess. At least I wasn't a... pet. As he passed the bottle to the next person, I searched his face, then lower. His broad shoulders, full pecs, washboard abs, thick thighs, and his cock had chubbed up. Was there no balance in this world? He was a shower and a grower!
Everyone was finally paired; most were satisfied with their partner. Most of the party goers who hadn't been part of the card game came over to spin to pair up too.
By this point, more than half were naked and the rest only in skimpy clothes or underwear. John ran through the crowd, undressing anyone who was 'overdressed' apparently, and pulled my shorts down.
"Hey!" Oh well, I thankfully still had on underwear.
There were so many naked bodies. Huh, did Dean only have hot friends? Like, everyone here was hot and fit. I felt myself growing hard. How could I not? So much revealed skin. I should be glad I made the cut for an invite.
Everyone stood up for a group toast. Dean gave some speech about living our lives when young, etc, etc, and we all downed shots from his parent's cabinet.
I coughed, and Brock helpfully gave me the last of his chaser. "Thanks."
"Can you help me with this?" Brock bent to bring our faces level. Damn, he was tall.
I took the cheap collar and reached around him, bringing our bodies close together. My underwear covered only body to his completely naked, beautifully sculpted body. I mean, his manly, fit body? Our faces were almost sharing the same breath. "Sorry," I said awkwardly as I played with the clip. Our skin pressed together.
"'s fine." His dark eyelashes swooped and made a slight shadow. Wow, he had pretty eyes, for a guy.
The party necklace literally didn't fit around Brock's neck!
"Brock, dude, you're seriously too big."
"I get that a lot." He replied cheekily.
I rolled my eyes.
He acquiesced, "You know, big isn't always better. How your shoulders and hips dip into a small waist is sinful."
My mouth went dry. He wasn't hitting on me, was he? He didn't... seem gay. He was probably trying to make me feel better.
He lifted his wrist.
"Good idea." I wrapped the collar around his wrist twice and clipped. That did the trick!
Most of the "masters" started by having their "pets" fetch them drinks and do silly things like jump on one leg or something.
I noticed Dean and Kelsey quickly disappeared into one of the bedrooms. I smiled to myself. Good for them.
"Whatcha thinking?" Brock pulled me out of my thoughts.
"About how Dean and Kelsey immediately went to one of the bedrooms."
"You want to find one, too?"
"What?" I was startled by his question, but why did my eyes skim his body again and land on his half hard cock?
"Dude, I'm kidding."
"Right, haha. Um, bring me a drink?"
"Your wish is my command." He winked at me.
I took that opportunity to take my fill of the young, naked bodies around me. Is this... did I accidentally attend a sex party? It seemed pretty tame, though. Not too many sexual acts... yet. We were all university aged and free to do what we wanted, I guess.
I briefly palmed and squeezed my erection in my briefs. This was all really turning me on. How could it not? The desire thrummed through the air.
When Brock came back, he slapped my butt! "No ogling other pets."
"B-Brock!" I turned red. "I-I'm the one giving orders tonight. And no touching me without permission."
He huffed. "Fine." Instead of handing me the drink, he held it up for me to sip.
"I don't think this is going to work."
"I'm supposed to do everything for you aren't I? Trust me."
I don't think that was the rule of the game... Oh well. I parted my lips. He gripped my hip with his other hand and actually steadied the cup perfectly. I was able to drink regularly but slowly without difficulty. He watched me gulp it down with... heat in his eyes? Or was that the heat growing inside me? It was the heat of the alcohol and general atmosphere really.
The couple next to us were already far ahead! The girl was giving the guy a blowjob. In public! Maybe I shouldn't look, but they'd go to a room if they didn't want anyone to see. The slurping sounds she made rang in my ears.
I felt Brock's heat behind me as he leaned down to my ear. "You want to suck my cock like that?"
