Date: 27 Jan 2000 10:05:55 -0000
From: Blake Dorson <fantasy@eroticwriters.com>
Subject: Naked New Years

Copyright 2000 Blake Dorson

WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual
activity. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by material
of this nature, please read no further. This is strictly a work of
fiction/fantasy, and by no means, does the author encourage
unsafe sex, or any sexual acts that are illegal in your community.
The author of this literature is a straight male. He writes out of his
belief in free speech, expression, and press.

Alright, a little rundown/history of me is probably in order. I'm
currently 37. My name is Kevin Layne. I'm just shy of six feet tall,
and my ideal weight is 190. That's to say I'm within 5 pounds over
that.
Back in high school I was out of the closet to only a few guys, and
no girls as far as I know. I was a pretty well-kept secret. I had
girlfriends, and maintained a straight image. I went to college,
married an intelligent bimbo, barely could keep an erection while
fucking her, so she filed for divorce. During the proceedings she
found out she was pregnant with out son. She really wanted to get
rid of me, so she agreed to give the unborn child to me, and with
that, we divorced.
I raised my son to be a careful, fairly naive, and completely gay
boy.
So, back in high school, one of the guys that knew I was gay was
Don. He sent me a Christmas card every few years promising that
he would catch up with me sometime. I think I replied once. When
my son was 2 years old. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I
think I mentioned that I was divorced and had a kid. He replied
something in regards to my being gay, and his increased chances in
getting with me. Anyhow, when I received an invitation for a New
Year's Eve Bash 2000 at his house, and to bring a friend, my eyes
lit up, and even my ears perked up a bit. I didn't have any plans,
and neither did my son, Danny. It's not really cool to make plans
for a teenager, especially on a date like New Years, but it seemed
like a good opportunity to meet some gay people, Don and his
friends. So, I RSVP'ed that I'd come with someone. In early
November, I got a card saying that it needed to be clarified
whether or not I was coming because the first invitation had failed
to mention that it was a sex/nude party. Once again, I RSVP'ed in
the affirmative. I was a little intrigued, and also perturbed at this
thought, and I questioned my judgement in wanting to bring a
minor to the party, but I thought about Danny. Danny is cute, and I
didn't think anyone would have a problem with that. Over the next
couple of months, I hinted to Danny about what the party had in
store for us. I dropped words and phrases all the time. I said it
would be "Wild", "fun", "throbbing music and feelings", and
eventually "wet", and finally that it would have a sexual theme. I
think he thought of naked centerpieces, maybe strippers, and most
likely porn videos and mags. So, when Danny got dressed 45
minutes before we were supposed to leave, wearing a button-down,
midnight blue shirt, khaki pleated pants, and loafers, with his hair
parted to the side, I knew I would have to work on him.
"Danny, what kind of ensemble are you wearing?" I asked.
"What's wrong, Dad? I've worn this all before, doesn't it match?"
He responded.
"Well, sure, but Danny.alright, maybe I haven't made this clear.
This party is going to have a sexual theme. Now, maybe I'm naive,
but last I knew, that meant sexual acts would be performed
amongst the guests. Maybe I was wrong.you should stay home."
I said.
"Dad, I don't have anything else to do." He said.
"I don't know. I thought this would be a great way to experience
sex at its best. You may be asked to do things with men as well as
women. You're gay, though, right?" I asked.
"Dad." He moaned as he blushed and diverted his eyes from me.
"How could you say something like that to me?" He complained
with a tone that was clearly practiced and perfected in the mirror.
"You are gay. Just tell me. Remember the smattering of gay,
lesbian, and heterosexual porn magazines I bought you last year?
It's clear to me that you looked at the gay one the most. When you
blamed Joey for having stolen one, it was my fault. I'm gay, and I
had it. I married your mother as a way to hide my sexuality. It
wasn't as accepted the as it is now. I should've told you years ago.
I'd like to go to this party. I'll understand if you don't want to go." I
said.
"Dad? Of course I'll go, especially now that my gayness is out in
the open. We'll be late if you don't help me with this outfit,
though." He raced to his room as he unbuttoned his shirt. I chased
after him. I abruptly stopped at his bedroom door to look around.
He was a teenager, and kept his door closed most of the time.
Being allowed into his room was something I hadn't been invited
to do in years. It seemed so foreign to me. I surveyed his room
slowly. It was dark. Looking at the light fixture, I could
immediately see that a bulb was out. Because of this, it made the
white carpet look almost beige, almost a fleshy tone. I was amused
by several stains that had been semi-covered with clothing. One
appeared to be of fruit juice, another was clearly a cum stain. To
my left was the desk, and strategically placed were three folders.
One was labeled 'Rough Drafts, another 'Suggestions', and the
third, 'Final Copies'. I dismissed them, but not before I had made a
mental note to ask about them later. I shifted my gaze to the right,
and noticed the dresser we bought when he was a kid. I used to
joke about how I could fit him in one drawer, and four of his
friends in the other drawers. It wasn't true, and in Danny's high
pitched voice he would respond with either 'Oh, Daddy,' or 'I'd like
to see you try,' depending on his mood. Now, Danny definitely
dwarfed the dresser as well as the three posters that were next to each
other and above the dresser. One was of Blink 182, the musical group, and
it was three young looking topless guys. The second was a hot guy and a
hot girl kissing. The third poster was of a racy red car. The combination
struck me as well thought out. It screamed, "I'm straight!" but at the
same time, a gay boy could clearly appreciate them on the other side of
the spectrum. I looked straight ahead to see Danny in only his boxer
shorts. They were a dizzying checked pattern of blue and white. I looked
him up and down. His chest was undefined, almost bony. His abs were nice
though. His arms were thin, but in contrast, his legs were killers. They
were defined, and clearly worked on. He had taken up running - or was it
cycling? Either way, it explained the lack of hair on his legs. He shaved.
It made him look much younger. The only thing that made him look like he
was 14 were a couple of long wispy hairs coming out from his armpits, and
a trace of hair from his navel, disappearing into his boxers. He stood
about 5'6" and around 125 pounds I guessed, maybe a few more pounds
because his legs were so strong.
"How long are you going to stand there? I need help, remember?" He brought
me back to the reality of the situation.
"Yeah. They're gonna want sexy." I stepped next to him and peered into the
closet that had been behind him.
"Do you have any old, tight pants that you could be comfortable enough in
until they come off?" I asked.
"Sure, they're in here somewhere." He rummaged through the closet. I
walked over to his dresser and pulled out a wife-beater, a skin tight tank
top. When I turned back to him, he was readjusting himself in the tight
jeans he had found. I threw the wife-beater to him. He put it on. It
didn't do much for him, but the pants were nice. I only had one problem
with them; I could see that his cock was hanging limp down the left pant
leg. Even if he got a boner, it still wouldn't look good. That concerned
me. Danny had to look exponentially better than I did. I turned to his
dresser and instinctly pulled out a pair of Hanes low-rise briefs. I liked
the size, 14-16 boys. They were sure to be too small, and I liked the idea
of his still being a boy. I threw them to him.
"Are you serious?" He asked.
"Of course. They're gonna want to see a bulge from a mile away, and you're
gonna give it to them." I said.
He pulled the jeans down, and I expected him to ask me to leave, but
instead, he turned away from me and dropped his boxers. I saw his ass for
the first time since he was about 8. Each globe was as defined as his
thighs. They were muscular and fantastic. I wondered if Joey had ever
pounded my sons ass. I started to leak pre-cum as I thought about how good
it would feel to have his tight ass clench down on my rod as I fucked him
passionately. He is my son though, I shouldn't be thinking that. He pulled
the tighty-whiteys over his buns and then his jeans. He had a perfect
wedgey, and I figured that even if his bulge wasn't noticeable, his ass
would look good for a fucking. When he turned around to face me, the
crotch was pulling at all the right places. It was unclear whether or not
he had a boner, but the bulge was massive. It made me proud to be his
father. I expressed my approval of how he looked and ran to put something
on myself. I put on a pair of polyester, loose pants, no underwear. I
pulled on a tight turtle neck for my top. The pants left nothing to the
imagination, and I was slightly aroused just by the material brushing up
against me. We left quickly after that, smiling, but silent about what we
would encounter at the party.
We arrived at the doorstep at 9:40PM. The invitation had said 9:15PM so I
was sure lots of stuff had already occurred, which was good, it would be
less awkward to remove our clothing. Answering the door was Ross,
ex-partner of Don. He was younger than me, maybe under 30. It was the best
I could calculate. He was standing in white boxer shorts with a bold green
dollar sign on the front. It was fitting considering I had read in the
paper the previous year that he's made a small fortune day-trading stocks
over the internet. I usually despised people that don't work for the money
they have, but I was happy he answered the door. He was a joker, best I
knew of him, and he would probably break the ice for Danny. I gestured to
introduce him as we walked inside.
"Who is your attractive partner, Kev?" He asked me.
"Actually, this is my son, Danny. Danny, this is Ross." I introduced them.
"How old are you, boy?" Ross asked. Danny hesitated. I think he was afraid
he wouldn't get in if he actually said his age. I nudged him.
"14."
"14, eh?" Ross fondled the two of us simultaneously. "Feels like he may
have you beat. We'll have to check it out." He winked at me.
I was liking Ross a lot at that moment, and gave him a big hug as I
grinded my groin into his. I figured the more forward I was, the more
likely Danny would be too. When I broke the embrace, Danny had already
left the doorway and was talking to what appeared to be a pre-pubescent
kid. The kid was naked, and Danny was cautiously taking off his clothes as
they talked enthusiastically. As I got my cock sucked by previous college
buddies, and even a couple of high school buds, I remembered the moves of
the day. I remembered my signature cock sucking move. I went to Don, the
host, and did it to him. He was thick, and about 7 inches long. It was
perfect for my ceremony. I rubbed my nose in his bush as I rubbed my
middle finger against his anus like it was a clit. Then, I kissed the side
of his cock, near the base, on the right side. Then, I slowly licked just
that side of the penis. I did it slowly, very slowly, and always more than
once. I tried to follow a different vein down the shaft each time. I then
placed a tiny kiss on the tip, and repeated on the left side. When I
finished that, I deep-throated as fast as I could. No matter how many
times I did it to a person, they were always stunned. They had nicknamed
me Kevin "inSANE" Layne. After my deep throating, anything goes. I always
liked being a little rough, and usually pounded asses with my finger as I
mixed it up in front. I would switch between sensually sucking and
licking, and gently biting and pulling at the head with my teeth. Don was
really responding well. He was pistoning in and out of my mouth, a royal
face fucking. I had his balls slamming against my chin as he moaned my
name and ran his hand through my hair. His breathing became irregular when
he got close, and I finished the cock sucking ceremoniously with the same
procedure as the beginning but about 100 times faster, always ending with
a deep throat. Don jizzed violently down my throat. His knees buckled as
he threw his head back. Sweat flew off his brow and forehead as the last
spurt shot down my throat. He pulled me off my knees and placed his tongue
lovingly with mine, inside my mouth, exploring. That was when he began
telling me about Ryan, the boy Danny had been fooling around with. During
each breath he would fit as many words as he could. When it hindered our
kissing, we retired to a La-Z-Boy and sat in a spooning position. He told
me about Ryan.
"Yes, so as I was saying, Kev. Ryan is my brother's ex-wife's son from her
second marriage. Believe it or not, he turns 14 next week. His father was
small, and so is he. He's actually fairly developed, just small. He shaves
his pubes so his friends won't make fun of him for being small. Instead,
they console him by telling him he just hasn't hit puberty yet. I don't
know how long he can continue to get away with it. He came out of the
closet when he was 12. His mom walked in on him showing a mini mag-lite up
his ass while furiously jerking off. She brought him to me almost
immediately so I could give him the speech about how it's possible to live
a normal life and be gay. He shares everything with me. He's an
interesting character. He's fucked or been fucked by a dozen or more 11
year olds. I don't know how he convinces all of them. The funny thing is
that when he gets fucked he is a loud guy. He likes it really hard, fast,
and sloppy. On the other end, he only fucks slowly and sensually. Tonight
is Danny's lucky night. Ryan won the door prize, which means he can pick
anybody to fuck him at midnight. Everyone thought it would be me, but it
looks to me like Danny will get the honors. Do you know if he's ever done
this stuff?" Don asked.
"I don't know. I had to convince him that I knew he was gay before we left
the house tonight." I said as I surveyed the room for the two. About 8
feet to my right I spotted them. They were sitting side-by-side with the
other person's dick in hand. Danny was a real hottie. His cock was about 5
inches hard, and it looked very smooth. His pubic hair was clearly shaped
and shaved neatly. I imagined that Joey had done it for him. It looked to
me like Ryan and Danny had been doing that most of the night. They had dry
cum puddles on their bellies. It was already 11:30PM, and I fooled around
with Don until just before midnight when we all congregated around the
television to watch the ball drop. Completely planned, Ryan and Danny
simultaneously began stroking themselves furiously.
"Check it out! A race to be the first to spew a load in the new year!" I
gathered everyone to watch. It turned me on to have everyone staring at my
son's cock, and I started masturbating, as well as a few others. I hoped
we would ejaculate on them. It was an amazing sight when they both
proclaimed victory at precisely the same moment as the jizz flew out of
their cocks. Their teen spunk landing near, and even on some of our bare
feet. We applauded the two of them as Ryan gave the honors to Danny for
being a new visitor.
When Don announced the door prize, Ryan instantly chose Danny, which gave
a surprise response. Danny ran to his clothes, put them on quickly, and
went out the door. Ryan shrugged to the room full of people, and chased
after him to see what was wrong. The mood in the room became subdued, and
we waited for the report from Ryan 5 minutes later.
"He wants to talk to his Dad." Ryan announced as he shrugged looking at
me. I shrugged back and went outside to see what was up.
"What's wrong Danny?" I tousled his hair.
"Daddy, I can't." He whimpered.
"Tell me about it." I said.
"I can't have sex with him. I want my first time to be special." He said.
"Special? A cute guy, willing to do it, on New Year's Eve 2000 isn't
special?" I asked.
"That's not what I meant. I want it to be with the right person at the
right time. I've done everything short of anal sex with Joey. That's who
it's going to be with. I can't do it without him." He cried.
"What would you like to do? What do you want to tell them, the truth or
not?" I suggested.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I can't go back in there. Can we go home?" He asked.
"I think Ryan deserves an apology, and then we can go." I said.
We went back inside long enough for Danny to say we had to leave to the
crowd, and whisper a few words to Ryan. We left before I got a chance to
hear what Ryan would announce to the crowd.
Maybe next year Danny will do it.
THE END.

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soon, but I have to type them up. If you would like to read my previous
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