Brian and Nick author unknown

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Brian and Nick at the Halloween Party

Part I:

Brian had been with his boyfriend Nick for a little over a month at this point, and things seemed to be going pretty well even though they were quite different.  Brian was 23 and relatively new to the “gay world”, having just recently come out of the closet to most of his friends and family.  Nick, on the other hand, was 28 and had been out since he was in High School. 

            Brian found Nick’s age attractive, and liked the way that Nick sort of “showed him the ropes,” taking him out to bars and clubs, buying him drinks, teaching him tricks in bed…  Nick was older, sure, but nothing too far removed.  Nick was also bigger, reaching about 6’ 6”, which Brian, 5’ 10”, really liked.  While they were both attractive, Brian’s looks were truly amazing, which was made even better by the fact that he didn’t realize just how good looking he was.

            Nick’s friends would often make comments to the two of them about this, saying things like “How’d Nick get so lucky?” or “you better not let this one get out of sight”, but Brian laughed them off as jokes.  He had been a fat kid with a cute face in High school, but hit the gym in college and really transformed into the perfect package of handsome looks and a chiseled rowers body.  He had short, light brown hair and brown eyes.

            Halloween rolled around and one of Nick’s friends was throwing a party.  This friend was from an older group of guys Nick hung out with, that was known for throwing nudist events and parties.  The Halloween party, however, was not a nudist event, but a costume party.  Nick decided this would be the perfect time to show Brian off.

            Nick came up with the costume idea: He would be a wrestling coach, and Brian would be his wrestler.  Nick would wear short shorts, an athletic polo, a whistle around his neck and a cap on his head, while Brian would wear a singlet that Nick would pick out.

            “Naw, I can get it Nick.” Brian volunteered when Nick told him about getting his costume.

            “Seriously, Brian, I insist.”

 

Nick insisted, of course, because he wanted to make sure to get just the right singlet to show Brian off.  Nick had been talking to his friend Carl, who was throwing the party and who was a big fan of Nick’s hot young boyfriend.  With some charismatic coaching, Carl had steered Nick towards the idea of getting a costume that would really show off his boyfriend, and together they had settled on the coach/wrestler idea.  Carl had told Nick not to worry, that he would get the costume for Brian and drop it off before the party, since Nick wasn’t sure where to buy singlets.

Finally the night of the party came around.

“You know what we should do?” Nick asked Brian.

“What?”

“We shouldn’t wear anything under our costumes.”

“What?!?” Brian was bashful and wasn’t too into the idea.

Nick laughed, “It’s not a big deal, you’ll be completely covered, I just think I’d find it pretty hot knowing you were naked underneath that singlet…”

Brian blushed, “Can we think about it? We’ve still got a few hours before we have to get dressed and head out.”

“Yeah, of course,” Nick said, pouring Brian another whiskey, “Maybe by then you’ll work up the courage…”

 

With a little help from Nick and his heavy pour, Brian sure did work up the courage, and decided to free ball under his singlet.  The singlet Carl had bought was very small, and sheer white.

“Jeez this thing is tight?  Where’d you get this, Gap kids?”

“Baby Gap, actually.” Nick joked,  “It looks good, though.”

“Har-har.  Seriously, it’s tiny.  You can clearly see my junk right through this.”

“You’re exaggerating.  You look good.  I can’t wait to show you off.”

“No, I seriously can’t wear this.  It goes right up my ass crack.”

“You’re being paranoid.  You look great.  Have another drink, it’s all in your head.”

It wasn’t all in his head, but Nick, with the help of another drink, got Brian to calm down before they put some sweats on over their costumes to head out to the party.  Brian had been absolutely right though: his costume left nothing to the imagination.  Starting at his upper thigh, you could see every muscled dimple of his body- his powerful thighs, his round ass, his abs, his pecs, his nipples, and, of course, his plump cock.

 

They arrived to the party fashionably late, so it was already crowded with people.  Many of the guests had already been told about what Nick’s hot boyfriend would be wearing, and had been waiting for their arrival, so when they came in and had to “disrobe”, they had quite an audience.  Nick quickly took off his coat and sweats while Brian slowly and bashfully undid his shoelaces.

Finally Brian had his shoes off, and stood back up to take his coat off.  He took it off, revealing his six-pack, his smooth, muscular arms, impressive pecs, and protruding nipples. A guest wolf-whistled, causing Brian to realize everyone was looking at him, which turned him from a relatively pale white to a cute crimson red.

“I think I should leave the sweats on…” He whispered to Nick.

“Don’t be crazy.” Nick responded, quickly bending down and yanking Brian’s pants with him.

At the sight of Brian’s lower half in such a revealing costume, the crowd literally applauded.

“Hey!” Brian shouted, reaching down to pull his sweats back up, but Nick, quite muscular himself and definitely bigger, just heaved Brian up into the air and yanked his sweats right off his feet.

“Relax,” he smiled, “It’s a party.  Let’s say hello.”

 

            Brian and Nick started making the rounds, with Nick introducing Brian to everyone he knew.  People who weren’t involved in any of the introductions made use of the distraction to really eye-ball the hot kid in the skimpy white singlet.  Phones were out and pictures were being taken and sent to friends, who would quickly respond with a line of questions about “Who? What?” and, most importantly, “WHERE???”

            Those that did get introduced to Brian were even luckier, as they all turned down his handshake, instead opting for a nice, “friendly” hug.  Brian and Nick first said hello to the host, Carl.

            “Nick!  Good to see you!” Carl said with a brief hug, “And Brian!  Even better to see you,” he said in a sly tone that made Brian nervous, before wrapping Brian up in a hug that made him even more nervous.  Carl’s left hand was on his lower-back, fine, but his right hand went right on his ass!  His fingers landed right in his crack, reminding him just how revealing his costume was.  Startled, Brian tried to step back, but Carl clutched him tight, giving his right globe a nice, firm squeeze before releasing him.

            A firm squeeze isn’t all he got though, because before handing Brian’s costume off to Nick, Carl had made a few alterations, and, as he was feeling up Brian’s ass with his right hand, his left was pulling out one of the seams that was left holding the singlet together…

            “Come on boys,” Carl said, “Let me make you some drinks.  It’s time to get this party started…”

 

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Part II:

            For the next half hour or so Brian and Nick drank and mingled with the guests of the party.  Many of the guests were very handsy with Brian, whose muscular ass was getting sore from all the pinches.  Nick beamed with pride, not minding all the hands on his cute boyfriend.  Nick didn’t mind sharing, and got off on the fact that everyone knew he had the hottest boyfriend there. Brian felt a little uncomfortable at first, but was never without a drink in his hand and his inhibitions lowered to the point where he didn’t seem to mind too much, although he was still a little embarrassed.

            The house was getting pretty crowded as more and more people showed up, many coming from other parties with a slight buzz, most coming because they had heard about or even gotten a picture of the hot young stud in the revealing singlet.  Eventually the party was standing room only, and the area around Nick and Brian was the most crowded, which the guests took advantage of to grope the now inebriated Brian.

            Finally Carl turned paused the music and flickered the lights to get everyone’s attention.  Standing on a chair, he announced “Alright everybody! Let’s start moving to the backyard for some OIL WRESTLING!”

            The crowd erupted into cheers and started mobbing its way out to the backyard where an inflatable kiddy pool was set up.  Brian was being pushed and pulled along with the crowd, but Nick, who had not known about the oil wrestling, made his way over to Carl.

            “Oil wrestling?” Nick asked.

            “Why not?” Carl responded.

            “What are you planning?”

            “Nothing you won’t like. You better hurry out back, though, it looks like you lost track of your boyfriend…” Carl smiled, wickedly.

            “Shit!” Nick quickly turned and made his way outside.  He had trouble finding Brian at first, but made his way through the crowd to the densest part, where he found his boyfriend getting a titty-twister from a big bear dressed like the Hulk.  One of Brian’s singlet’s shoulder straps had come undone, making his nipple a prime target.

            Nick put a protective arm around Brian and the bear backed off. “How you doin, buddy?”

            “Getting’ a lil’ drunk I think.” Brian seemed a little concerned, but Nick chuckled, which reassured him.  “My strap came undone.  It seems pretty cheap, where’d you get it?”

            “Don’t worry bud.  Just try to stay close.”

            Nick looked around.  There were more people at this party than he expected, and he was worried about what Carl planned.  Sure, he liked to show Brian off a bit, but he didn’t want things to get too crazy…

            “Ladies and gentlemen!” Carl yelled above the crowd, standing on a chair next to the kiddie pool.

            “What ladies?” 

            “Good point! Just gentlemen!” Carl tried again.

            “Gentle?” the crowd was having fun.

            “Just men then! Men! It’s time to start the oil wrestling!” Cheers from the crowd. Nick looked around. It was a mostly older crowd, men in their late thirties and fourties, a lot of whom Nick didn’t recognize from Carl’s parties in the past.  Lots of them were still in pretty good shape and looked pretty great though, but Nick figured he and Brian were still the hottest guys there.

“Fortunately,” Carl continued, “Our party has been blessed with its very own wrestler!” Carl gestured to Brian and the crowd went nuts for him.  Brian turned bright red, and Nick’s stomach sunk. “Maybe we can persuade him to start things off and show us how it’s done?”

            The crowd continued to go nuts, and soon hands were all over Brian, touching, groping, and feeling, but also pushing and pulling him until he was pushed into the pool and fell in with a thud and a small splash of baby oil.  Nick tried to follow, but it took him a little longer.

            “And who will be our first volunteer to wrestle our wrestler???” Every hand in the crowd shot up, but Nick pushed his way through to the front, next to Carl.

“Carl!  What are you doing?”

Carl smiled and winked at Nick. “Looks like we have a wrestling coach here to volunteer, what luck!”

“No!” Nick frowned, “This is too much!”

Brian struggled in the pool to stand up, revealing that the part of his singlet that was covered in oil (his ass), had become see-through.  The crowd erupted in laughter, hoots, and wolf whistles.

Carl hunched over to speak with Nick. “Would you prefer someone else wrestle your boyfriend?” Nick shook his head. “Then go get him, coach!”

Carl gave Nick a shove and he too fell into the oil with a splat, instantly rendering the front of his shirt see-through, revealing a well defined and hairy chest.  The flimsy material of his shorts, now wet, clung to his long, thick, free-balling dick underneath.

Carl smiled as the crowd cheered. “Let the games begin!!!” 

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            Brian smiled a goofy grin up at Nick, “I think they want us to wrestle.”

            Nick couldn’t help but to smile back.  Brian was adorable, and his smile instantly melted Nick’s anxiety.  “How do you figure?” He joked.

            Just then one of the guests leaned forward from the cheering, unruly crowd and yelled “Get ‘im!” giving Brian a firm slap on his ass, sending him forward into Nick.  The sudden impact of his hot young boyfriend and his slippery unsure footing sent Nick toppling, and the two collapsed into the thin layer of oil at the bottom of the pool, Brian on top of Nick.

            Nick quickly pushed Brian off of him in an innocent attempt to get up and shut this craziness down, but Brian took it as his boyfriend beginning to wrestle, and grabbed Nick’s arm, pulling it back in his best wrestling effort.  The crowd went wild as Brian splashed down into the oil, covering even more of his singlet and revealing even more of his hot young body, his muscles rippling beneath the smooth, tight, white (but now practically clear) singlet.

            Nick tried to stand, but Brian was loving the cheers of the crowd, thinking that they were cheering more for his athleticism than for the beautiful view of his beautiful bubble butt straining against the material of his singlet as he grabbed Nicks legs and pulled him down.

            Nick was now getting annoyed.  He just wanted to get up and end this.  His boyfriend was basically completely naked at this point.  Yeah, he wanted to show Brian off in his tight singlet at the party, but he didn’t know that there’d be this many men, and he certainly didn’t know that they would be forced into oil wrestling.  Nick was feeling like things were getting a bit out of his control, and he liked to be in control.  

He could, at least, still control Brian, he figured.  Brian was in better shape, sure, but that was only because Brian was in nearly perfect shape.  Nick was still strong and athletic, and he had about a foot on Brian.  He could take him.  The wrestling finally really began.

It didn’t take long, now that Nick was in on the action, for Brian’s remaining shoulder strap to snap, and the top part of his singlet pulled itself down revealing all of Brian’s sculpted chest, which now glistened with a thin layer of baby oil.  The crowd roared their approval, snapping more pictures and squirting more baby oil onto the couple.

“Hey!  Not fair!” Brian reacted to his torn singlet, “This thing’s a piece of shit!”

“Excuses are for losers,” Nick joked, relaxing his pose a bit, thinking that Brian was giving up.

“Take it off!” The crowd roared.

“Oh, I’ll take it off!” Brian yelled with a devilish look in his eyes, as he pounced at the unprepared Nick.  

They collapsed into the pool.  Brian quickly shifted so that he was straddling Nick’s hip, his beefy thighs squeezing around Nick’s torso, his round ass cheeks centered right above Nick’s long, temporarily-soft cock, with nothing but Brian’s thin singlet and Nick’s thin mesh shorts between them.

Brian started struggling to even the score by trying to remove Nick’s shirt.  Nick was struggling to keep it on, but Brian was stronger and had the upper hand.  Brian didn’t quite realize how his exertion was effecting his singlet, but as Brian leaned forward to struggle to remove Nick’s shirt, the top of his beautiful ass was popping out from the top of his singlet, giving everyone a great view right down his greasy ass-crack. 

Carl couldn’t believe how well this was all going.  He wasn’t sure he’d be able to get Brian in the ring, let alone Nick, but he had, and now the sexiest, youngest couple at his party were wrestling each others costume’s off in a pool of oil.  This would go down in history as his best party ever, and it was far from over.

One problem Nick was having during all of this was that he was being hugely distracted by his boyfriends firm ass straddling his cock, unintentionally sliding up and down it as they struggled with Nick’s shirt.  Nick was on his way to throwing a raging boner, which he would not be able to hide in his thin, loose mesh shorts.

“Brian, come on, get off,” he pleaded, swatting away Brian’s hands, “please, come on, this is crazy.”  He was still only semi-hard, if Brian got off now he wouldn’t be too embarrassed.

“Gimme your shirt,” Brian smirked.  Nick had no choice, he stopped resisting and Brian pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing Nick’s own hot upper-body.  Nick kept in good shape, although he had a slimmer build than Brian, and where Brian didn’t have any hair on his chest, Nick had a sexy layer of dark hair along his chest, reaching down to his pubes which were themselves peaking out from his shorts.

Brian stood up with his prize, thrusting it up in the air in victory, his own singlet sagging and sliding down with the aid of the oil, revealing the V of his strong abdomen, some light brown pubes, and even the very base of the root of his cock.  The crowd was screaming insanely, whether it be for his victory in getting Nick’s shirt, his own recent revelation of even more of his most private areas, or Nick’s hot upper body.

Nick wasn’t having it.  He didn’t want to look like some punk.  He was older.  He was in control.  He was supposed to be showing Brian off, embarrassing him a little, not the other way around.  Nick took Brian’s moment of pride--standing up straight arms in the air in pre-mature victory—to pounce on his young boyfriend, grabbing the broken straps of the top of the singlet and yanking them down.

In one swift motion, Brian’s beautiful plump cock popped out from its constriction in the singlet and bounced gloriously into view.  From behind his glorious round ass, white from never seeing the sun, was revealed as well, and the crowd went wild.  This was too much.  They couldn’t take it.  They wanted in, and in they went.  Our star couple was swarmed in the small kiddie-pool by the crowd…

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Brian and Nick couldn’t even see through the swarm of bodies in various costumes that swarmed down upon them.  They could feel them though: someone was worming their finger up between Brian’s firm, smooth butt-cheeks, slippery with oil, trying to get up even further.  Someone else (or maybe the same guy?) had wrapped a fist around his cock and was playing with it, successfully trying to make it hard.  His nipples were being pinched, twisted--even licked.

Nick wasn’t off the hook either.  Hands reached into his shorts and grabbed his already-firm member, one hand wrapped around his shaft, another playing with the tip.  He couldn’t handle the chaos and the pleasure--hands were rubbing all over his body, his nipples getting about as much focus as Brian’s even.

Suddenly someone was tugging on Brian’s hand, pulling him out of the commotion.  He figured it was Nick and let himself be pulled away, temporarily disappointing the guys who had been giving him all their groping attention.  They soon turned to eachother or Nick though.  Once outside of the chaos, Brian pulled his singlet back up as best he could, but it was coming apart on the right side exposing a good portion of his bare right cheek.  It hardly mattered, however, as his singlet was see through, but at least his cock wasn’t out bouncing around hard in the open air, he figured.  Instead it was tucked into the singlet, straining obscenely against the thin clear material.

Nick wasn’t the one who had pulled Brian out of the circle, though.  He was still in the thick of it, on his back in the kiddie-pool with a host of different people working on his impressive dick, tweaking his nipples.  He had lost himself to the waves of pleasure, wasn’t even able to think of Brian at the moment--which was perfect for Carl, who had been the one to actually pull Brian away.

“Oh, wow, Carl, it’s you. I thought you were Nick! Jeez, that got out of hand, I’m sorry.”

Carl smirked.  He was sorry? Ha!  This kid was adorable. This night was only going to get better. “Yeah, you really worked the crowd into a frenzy, young man.” Carl began, deciding to play up Brian’s feeling of guilt, “Why don’t you come inside with me for a bit, I can think of a way for you to make it up to me while we find a way to fix up your costume a bit.”

They were halfway through the yard to the house, and some drunken stragglers had been following them.  “Yeah, Nick went really cheap getting this thing,” Brian said, motioning to his see-through singlet, “It’s falling apart!  I’m basically naked!” 

Right after Brian said that, one of the drunk guys that had been following them grabbed at Brian’s singlet and yanked, “Basically?” The singlet came apart, causing Brian to fall on his face with the force of the pull, his gorgeous, round white ass up in the air, shining in the yard’s spotlight. “Boy, you’re completely naked!”

They laughed and snapped pictures of him as he got up to his feet, using both hands to cover his still-hard junk.  “Aww, man!” Brian laughed, “Hey, give that back!”

“There you go again,” Carl growled, smirking on the inside, “Getting everyone all riled up.  Nick bagged himself a little exhibitionist in you, eh, boy?” With that he slapped his hand against Brian’s firm ass-cheek, giving it a nice grab right where his hand landed, then rubbing his hand up and down across the smooth, oily curve of his ass.

“I’m not trying to!  Let me just get inside, I need my sweats.” Brian, who had been stumbling along hazily in the glow of his inebriation now was starting to realize his situation, and embarrassment was creeping in on him very quickly.  He was at a party filled with strangers, men, some of whom were nearly twice his age, and he was fully naked.  He was the only one in a party filled with people who was standing, greased up and fully nude, in the spotlight in a backyard.

He started turning a pink color and turned to run in the house.

“Not so fast!” Carl put out an arm and caught him, then slid it down his oiled-up chest, and underneath Brian’s greasy hands to grab his greased-up cock. “You’re just going to leave the singlet your generous boyfriend got you with this drunken idiot?”

The drunken idiot smiled, not minding Carl’s shenanigans and catching on quickly (for a drunken idiot).  Brian was very uncomfortable.  Carl still had Brian’s cock in his hand, and was rubbing the tip in a circular motion with his index finger.  Brian was feeling shame, lust, embarrassment, uncontrollable euphoria, supreme vulnerability, and a strange new sense of excitement all at once.

“Yeah,” the Drunken Idiot said with a smile, “Don’t be an ungrateful little pup. C’mere and get your singlet from me.”

Brian was barely following, his cock was as hard as a rock and dripping pre-cum like some kind of fountain. Carl let go of his cock and Brian snapped groggily back to reality. “Huh?” He looked up to Carl for direction, for some reason.

“You heard him, boy, go get it.” He slapped Brian on the ass again to get him to move forward, this time not grabbing it after contact. Brian moved forward, trying with difficulty to cover his ridiculously engorged, shiny, smooth cock with both hands. “Take your hands off of that thing.  Don’t pretend like you don’t want us looking at it.”  

Brian obeyed.  He walked up to the Drunken Idiot and held out a hand. “Can I have the singlet please?”

The Drunken Idiot smiled sinisterly, grabbed Brian’s shaft and gave it a few pumps.  His friends were snapping pictures on their phones of him handling Brian’s goods, beaming and laughing with each other.  “Sure, handsome.  Put your hands on your sides.” Brian obeyed. “I’ll hang it up right here to dry.” He let go of Brian’s cock, now rigid at a sharp upwards angle, and hung the tattered, oily singlet over it, dragging it down across the top of the head and down the shaft, sending a shiver of pleasure through Brian.

“Thanks,” Brian said before turning.  The Drunken Idiot gave him a goodbye slap on his ass as Brian scuttled up to Carl again who put an arm around him like he owned him.

“Can I go get my sweatpants on, now?” He asked sheepishly.

“No way.  This is a costume party, don’t be disrespectful.  Sweatpants aren’t a costume.  We’ll get you and a new costume sorted out right after we figure out how to punish you for waving your dick around at my private event.” Carl moved his arm down the back of Brian, his hand finding his way onto his ass, his fingers finding their way up to delicately trace the line of his anus.

Brian was incredibly nervous, but could not deny the sense of excitement he also felt.  He wondered where Nick was and if he would get in trouble with him for having what felt like half the party taking advantage of him in his full glory (little did he know that Nick was going through something quite similar...).

“What do you mean?” Brian asked, curious and scared, as they moved towards the house.

Carl removed his fingers from Brian’s ass and gave him two quick, hard, slaps--one on each cheek.  

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

part 5

Meanwhile, as Carl was ushering Brian back into his house, Nick was having his own adventure.  After he had yanked down Brian’s singlet in the kiddie pool, they both had been swarmed by a throng of men who wanted in on the fun.

Nick quickly lost track of Brian as he was pushed on his back, splatting down again in the oil, and before he even knew what was happening, a hand reached under the elastic band of his shorts and pulled out his semi-erect dick.

“Woah!” he said, trying to sit up and brush the hand away from his penis.  He was shocked at how quickly things had escalated, but one hand slapped his hand away while another kept playing with his dick, and another flat palm pushed his hairy, greased-up chest chest, returning him to the oil before sliding across to his nipple, where the hand pulled and twisted it until it was puffy, then started working on the other.  Nick loved nipple-play and was taken over by the sensation, momentarily forgetting his shock and his vulnerability as he enjoyed the sensation of the hands playing with his body.

His dick soon became fully erect as two different men played with it.  There were four men in the small kiddie pool with Nick now, playing with his body, while a bigger crowd of people stood around the pool watching the show.  One guy, Gary, working on Nick’s dick was just a year or two older than him, a little pudgy and with glasses.  He had hit on Nick at Carl’s parties in the past before Nick wound up with Brian, and had always wanted a chance at playing with the long dick he had seen Nick had from pictures, but Nick had always rejected his advances.  Finally, it seemed, his fantasies were coming true: His hand was wrapped around the shaft of Nick’s dick, using the oil to easily slide up and down, grabbing on tight to the rock-hard meat of Nick’s now towering erection. 

Next to Gary was an older guy, Trey,  a friend of Carl’s, who had been at many of these parties before and did have a chance, a few years back when Nick had first started attending Carl’s parties, of playing with Nick’s dick.  This was the party where the pictures that Gary had seen had come from.  It was another Halloween party three years back, and Nick had been pretty new to the scene and was the sort of “belle of the ball,” much like Brian seemed to be now. Nick had dressed up like an American Indian, with war paint, a feathered headdress, and, of course, a loincloth.  Carl had helped him pick out his costume. Guys kept smiling at him, giving him drinks, taking the chance to grope his muscular arms, chest, and legs while “admiring the job he did on his war-paint” (to which he would have to say, “Well, Carl actually did it,” and the guys would smile knowingly).

As the night had progressed, more and more guys would flip up Nick’s flap and he’d get a flash in his eyes as this guy or that guy got a picture of his long dick, or his cute, round hairy butt.  Carl would reach under his cloth, grab Nick’s dick and play with it a bit while yelling “There’s a snake in your loincloth!” and the rest of the party would laugh and take pictures and Nick would blush and grow a little harder, before slapping Carl’s hand away with an uncertain laugh.

This groping and teasing and picture taking continued until Nick got fully erect, his dick itself pushing up on the cloth and poking its shiny red head out.  Finally someone unceremoniously yanked the cloth off completely leaving Nick, much like Brian was now, fully nude and completely at the mercy of the clothed, older, horny men around him.

One of them was Trey, a man nearly twice Nick’s age with long, whispy silver hair and a perverted grin who figured out a way of playing with the head of Nick’s dick that just sent him wild.  He was doing it again now.

As Gary worked on pumping the shaft of Nick’s dick, Trey was tickling just the tip--just the head.  He was running his finger over it lightly, using his thumb and the oil to slide around the slick, sensitive head.  Nick was practically convulsing in the oil at the bottom of the pool, the two guys playing with his dick, still just popped out the top of his shorts, while another man continued to tease and play with Nick’s nipples, tweaking, pulling, pinching, kneading--as a crowd was still gathered around taking pictures of it all or deciding whether or not it would be ok for them to join the fun, or even just take their dicks out and enjoy the show the best way they knew how.

The fourth guy in the pool had managed to take Nick’s shoes off and was finally peeling off the socks.  With both of Nick’s feet completely revealed, all the clothing left on Nick was his tiny pair of work-out shorts, soaking wet with oil.  As cameras continued to flash and Nick continued to moan as the men in the pool continued to work on his stunning body, this last man in the pool started to pull Nick’s shorts down further, inch by inch.

Nick noticed this, snapped out of his wave of pleasure.  This had gone too far. He couldn’t have even more pictures of his hard dick out there. He wasn’t the same kid he was three years ago; he was older, better, he could handle his drinks now. He wouldn’t wake up completely naked in Carl’s bed the next day.  No, he was being responsible.  He was going to take care of himself and-SHIT- Brian! 

Nick reached down to try to stop the man slowly removing his shorts, but Gary, smiling, slapped his hand away and grinned evilly at Nick before fixing his glasses and returning to work on Nick’s shaft.

Nick tried to sit up but the man working on his nipples grabbed him and pulled Nick’s head down into his lap before continuing to tease and pinch and pull at Nick’s nipples.

Nick tried to spread his legs so that the man couldn’t inch his shorts down any further, but the man sliding his shorts down just used this as an invitation to get between Nick’s tight, hairy ass-cheeks.  The man stopped pulling down Nick’s shorts, now at his knees, for a minute so he could reach his hand between Nick’s spread legs and use his middle finger to tickle Nick’s anus until Nick’s legs came together again,  which the man used as an opportunity to pull his shorts down the rest of the way.  Nick was now bare-ass naked and covered in oil in the middle of a crowd of men either playing with his naked, vulnerable, body or watching it happen; his clothes were who-knows-where, as was his boyfriend.  This was not how the night was supposed to go.

Nick tried, he really did.  But it seemed like nothing he was trying was working, and all of the feelings he was being flooded with were so hard to ignore.  Escape, it seemed, was much too difficult to focus on.  It seemed that his only choice, for now, was to give in to the pleasure until he reached some kind of release, so that’s what he chose to do.

Nick relaxed, leaning back into the body of the man playing with his nipples, not worrying about anything, just letting the hands--of which more were joining in--play with and enjoy every inch of his body.

and sorry   that's where my file ends this story!   If anyone has the continuation  please let me know.