"So tell me again, how's this party thing work?" I asked Steve as he drove.
"It's simple man. It'll be dark in the house. The only lights will be black lights, neon, and strobes in the main room. Music will be playing throughout the house. When we get there, there will be bowels of those glow stick bracelets. Take two of them, depending on what you're looking for. One to indicate your sex, a blue one for guys, pink for women. Then one to indicate a preference, green if you're open to either sex, blue if you're looking for a guy, and red if you're looking for a woman." Steve explained.
"Then what? People just hook up randomly without even knowing who they are having sex with?" I asked incredulously.
"Yup. If someone grabs your hand and squeezes, it means they want to have sex. Squeeze back once for yes or twice for no. Then find a place to do it if you're up for it. There'll be plenty of beer if you're thirsty. Have your ID ready, they don't let anyone under 21 in."
When we got to the place, Steve had to park a block away, the street was full of cars. We walked up to the house, and I could hear muffled music, and it looked like Steve was right. The only light coming out through the dark windows as flashes of neon colors. The house had an enclosed porch. We were greeted by a bored looking guy sitting next to the door. He checked our IDs and shined his flash light in our faces to make sure we were over 21. We each grabbed our bracelets, broke the little capsules inside them to activate them and put them on as we headed into the house.
Right inside the door were the kegs of beer and red solo cups that were omnipresent at parties across the nation. Steve quickly disappeared into the house, while I hung around the beer area. I downed three beers for courage and filled my cup a fourth time before heading in.
Steve had been right. The music was loud enough to make casual conversation impossible. It was dark, but between the strobe light flashing to the beat of the music, and the black lights, you could see well enough to make your way through the dancing crowd, but there wasn't nearly enough light to make out who anyone was even up close. Though it seemed that a lot of the people came prepared. A lot of women and some of the men had body paint on that glowed under the blacklights. Based on how much paint you could see glowing on a person, you could tell whether they were clothed or nude. From the looks of it, most of the people were either partially or completely naked.
It was funny, while some of them had cool patterns painted on them, others used the paint like street signs. Neon colored arrows pointing to their mouths or pussies or cocks. Breasts outlined by neon. Words like slut or whore painted on them.
I wandered room to room, looking for a place to sit down or something. From time to time women came up and squeezed my hand. Each time I squeezed back twice for no, even though I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants at the thought of what I was turning down.
Every couch and chair was taken, usually by people either making out or having sex. In what seemed to be the living room, the coffee table had two women bent over it, each one with a guy behind her going to town on her pussy, and a guy in front of her, fucking her mouth. I watched for a minute as the four guys fucked the girls silly. My cock was throbbing against my pants by now.
I stood leaning against a wall, watching one woman whose body was painted all over. She had arrows on each cheek pointing to her mouth. Across her belly were the words "Cum Slut". From time to time a guy would approach her, squeeze her hand. Some of them would stick their cocks in her mouth, grab the sides of her head and go to town on her. Others would stand there and let her take the lead and blow them. Once they were done they would wander away and she would just wait until the next guy approached her.
I watched her get used by half a dozen guys like this. After each of them, she drank some of her beer, then waited for the net one. Not once did I see her turn a guy away. I finished my beer and worked up the courage to approach her. She held her hand up to me and I squeezed it, she squeezed back yes, leaned forward and opened her mouth.
I slid the tip of my cock into her waiting mouth. She wrapped her lips around my shaft and ran her tongue over my head. She reached out and fondled my balls as she slid her mouth down my shaft, taking more and more of my cock in her mouth. She kneaded my balls in her hand as she worked her way up and down my shaft, the tip of her tongue and the ball of her tongue ring pressed firmly against the underside of my shaft as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth. She was good. Enthusiastic about sucking cock.
