(all characters are over 19 years old)
I was 22, confident, and dominant in every sense of the word. At a wild party, I locked eyes with my crush, a shy 19-year-old cutie. In that moment, I decided I wanted everyone to know he was mine.
It was a Saturday night. I had gone out on a Friday, had a few hookups and then some more Saturday morning, but my day had been so boring that I was eager for more action. I was dressed to impress in tight, black jeans, and a dark-green tee. The fabric clung to my muscular frame, accentuating the results of my hard work in the gym. I had short, cropped black hair, brown eyes, and a strong jaw. My face was cute, but not too girly. I looked like a jock, and my personality wasn't much different.
As I was getting ready, a buddy texted me saying he was going to a huge house party with a ton of hot guys and plenty of alcohol. The description was enough for me to decide to go. My roommate and best friend was going to meet me there later, so I hopped in my car and sped off, excited about the possibility of getting some ass.
The party was a ten-minute drive away. I arrived at around 9 pm, and the party was already in full swing. When I walked inside, I saw a massive group of drunk, sweaty guys, dancing to the deafening beat of the music.
I was a social butterfly, and quickly got absorbed in the atmosphere. It didn't take long before I was grinding my hips against some stranger and sipping a beer. My eyes scanned the room, checking out the other guys. I had only been at the party for fifteen minutes, and was already looking for someone new.
Then, I spotted him. My crush, Mike, was in the corner, laughing with some of his friends. He had a sweet smile, and his eyes crinkled up whenever he laughed. His body was average height, and he had a lean frame. He was wearing a white polo and tan pants, which fit him well.
I was so mesmerized by the way he moved, the way he held himself, that I didn't even notice that my dance partner had left me. I was alone, standing there like an idiot as I stared at him from across the room.
He was so cute, and so sexy. And I wanted him.
I started to move towards him, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Hey," a guy said. "You look like you could use a drink."
I turned around, and saw a good-looking guy with blond hair. He was shorter than me, but had broad shoulders and a confident air. "Yeah, sure." I said. I followed him into the kitchen. He took a couple of beers out of the fridge, and we sat down on the couch.
"I'm Mike," he said.
"Oliver," I replied.
We made small talk for a few minutes. He was 24, and had just graduated from college. He had come back to his hometown, where the party was, for a visit. We talked about our favorite movies and music, and eventually started talking about sports. He was an avid football fan, and it was clear that he knew a lot about the game.
After a few minutes, he said, "Hey, I've got to go to the bathroom. Why don't you come with me?"
He had a mischievous grin on his face, and I immediately knew what he wanted. I followed him down the hallway, and into the bathroom. Once we were inside, he pushed me against the wall, and started kissing me. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg.
He pulled back and said, "I want to fuck you."
"Okay," I replied. I was still in the process of getting hard.
He started undressing me. First, he pulled off my shirt, and then he unzipped my pants.
He got on his knees and started to suck my cock. His mouth was hot and wet, and it felt so good.
I was getting more and more turned on, and it didn't take long before I was fully erect. "I'm gonna fuck you," I said, in a commanding voice.
"Yes, please," he moaned.
I pulled my cock out of his mouth, and he looked up at me with pleading eyes. "Please, fuck me."
I pushed him down onto the floor, and then got on top of him. I took off his pants and underwear, and then I pushed my cock into his ass. He let out a moan as I started fucking him.
"That feels so good," he said. "Please, keep fucking me."
"You're a slut, aren't you?" I said. "You love getting fucked."
"Yes," he moaned. "Please, fuck me harder."
I kept fucking him, and he was moaning louder and louder. "Please, fuck me!" he screamed. "Fuck me!"
His ass was so tight, and it felt amazing. "Oh god," he moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Not yet," I said. "You have to ask for permission."
"Please, let me cum," he begged. "Please, please."
I continued fucking him, and I could feel my own orgasm building. "Not yet," I said. "Wait for my command."
"Please, let me cum," he repeated. "Please."
"Fine," I said. "You can cum."
"Oh god, thank you," he moaned.
I was still fucking him, and I could feel my orgasm approaching. I grabbed his hips, and started thrusting harder and harder. "Oh god," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum."
I looked up, and saw that the bathroom door was wide open all this time. There was a crowd of guys watching us. Some of them were laughing, and others were looking on with lust in their eyes.
Mike's ass was so tight, and I could feel my climax building. "I'm gonna cum," I moaned. "Swallow my cum."
Mike looked up at me with lust-filled eyes. "Please, give me your cum."
"Fine," I grunted. I pulled out, and pointed my cock towards his mouth. "Swallow it," I commanded.
Mike opened his mouth, and I came inside. He swallowed it all, and then licked his lips. "Fuck, that was so hot."
I leaned down and kissed him, tasting my own cum on his lips. "That was so good," I whispered.
He smiled up at me. "Thanks, Oliver. That was amazing."
We both stood up and started to get dressed. As we walked out of the bathroom, we were greeted with a round of applause and cheers. We both smiled and waved, and then went on our way.
This was the first time I had ever had sex in public. It was an amazing experience, and one that I will never forget.