Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 12:11:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: The One Party

Word spread about the party. But the word was it was by invitation only.
Nobody knew where it was. All Brian heard was it was going to be a WILD
event.  As time went on you could tell the people who were invited they
used a sign, holding up their index finger in a kind of salute to each
other.

It was odd because not only some of the hot kids but some of the so
called geeks were doing it.

"Hey did you get invited?" Brian asked Macon.

"To what?" he asked looking as if he didn't know what Brian was talking
about.

"You know the big party, the one thing" he said.

"Don't talk so loud. If people find out about it, it won't happen" Macon
said.

"Are you fucking kidding? Everyone knows about it."

"What they know and what they don't know however is the difference."
Macon smiled

"Like what?" Brian pressed the matter.

"The who, when, where and other stuff" Macon said "I shouldn't even tell
you that".

"Mac, we're friends, hell we jack off together" Brian's voice had lowered
to a whisper.

"Shhhh" Mac "I'll find out if youre going to be invited or not"

Macon walked away quickly then held up his finger over his head.

Brian didn't respond.

Days passed. Brian didn't mention the party when Macon and he hung out
together. Not even when they repeated their sometimes shared
masturbation. They'd been doing it since high school.

"Here" Macon handed a blue envelope to Brian one afternoon as they were
leaving Sociology class. "Read it and tear it up" he said.

It had Brian's name on it and it wasn't in Macon's handwriting so he knew
it was real.

"On April 1st, appear at 3200 Morgan, Warehouse B. Park and walk from the
Safeway store. Do NOT park at Warehouse. Wear one item only plus shoes.
You'll be checked at door."

"Wear one thing only?" Brian said.

"Shsss" Macon said. "Yea you gotta wear only one thing."

"Hell that could be...." Brian's mind wandered from underwear to
wrestling singlets.

"Yea exactly, it's going to be wild" Macon said. "I"ve got plans" he
smiled. "Now tear it up, I have to watch you do it."

Brian couldn't figure out how anyone would know but he looked at the note
again and memorized the address. Then he tore the item into as small
pieces as he could and let them fall down the street gutter.

"Good, meet you there" Macon said patting Brian on the bluejean covered
butt and laughed.

Brian tried to find out what Macon was going to wear or even make
arrangements to go with him. But Macon would only say "see you there".

The night approached. Brian put on the high school wrestling singlet. He
usually wore a jockstrap under it but couldn't this time. He looked at
himself in the mirror and got hard seeing how clearly his maleness could
be seen through the tight fitting cloth. He had grown since then.

He parked behind the Safeway and began to walk among the warehouses.
There were silhouettes of others walking too. But he couldn't see who
they were.

"OK name?" the tall man at the door asked. He was a body guard looking
man far older then the kids at college.

Brian told him.

"OK arms up, gotta check you out" Brian nervously held his arms up as the
man moved his hands all over his body. "Got anything on underneath?"

Brian said "no"

"Gotta check, show me" he said and waited.

Brian didn't know what to do.

"Lift the bottom up. Don't worry I'm not going to attack you, just gotta
check"

"Shit what a job you have" Brian joked as he liftedn the bottom of his
singlet. His balls fell downward.

"OK put em away, have fun, doors are locked at midnight, nobody in or out
till 4 am" the man said "OK?"

Brian didn't know that rule. But he had stayed out late even overnight
before so there wouldn't be a problem with his parents that night either.

Inside the usual colors of dance party lights flashed. The dance floor
was already crowded with people he didn't recognize. Brian didn't know
the party included anyone other then the kids from his college.

As he stood and watched, he slowly realized that he was one of the more
conservatively dressed ones there.

There were guys wearing only jockey shorts, girls wearing various slips,
one guy wore a night shirt and another wore some kind knee length lycra
shorts.

"Hey" Brian heard someone being greeted. He turned and saw Bob Marshall,
one of the football team stars and a hunky guy he lusted after.

The smiling clean cut smiling boy wore a mesh football jersey. It hung
low on him ending just below his crotch. Brian knew that according to the
party rules, he was naked otherwise.

Brian's cock hardened. He had wanted to know Bob ever since he saw him in
his jockstrap in the gym locker room. And now as Bob walked by he could
see the same bare buttcheeks.

"Hi Bob" Brian heard himself say.

The boy turned and looked. His ever present smile widened "Hey, Brian
isn't it?"

"Yea"

"Nice idea, wish I wrestled, I only play football" he spread the ends of
his jersey like a skirt and revealed the tip of his bare penis.

"Looks good on you" Brian said, his eyes widening at the revelation.

"You too" Bob's eyes darted to Brian's crotch for a second or at least
Brian thought they did.

"Hey see you later" Bob said and walked into the crowd of skimply dressed
crowd.

Brian watch him begin to bounce and writhe hoping he'd raise his arms so
he could see if the boys cock could be seen.

"MIDNIGHT" a voice said on the speakers "DOORS WILL BE LOCKED" the crowd
cheered and the music got louder.

"Hey jock" Macon's voice could be heard. Brian truned grateful for the
distraction from his increasing lust.

But the sight startled him. Macon a kind of meek geek at school looked
totally different that night.

He wore a wide collar and a leather harness. His butt was clearly visable
as was his cock and balls.

"I had a jock but they made me get rid of either the harness or the jock.
So I had to leave it at the door, the one rule they said" Macon said.

"What about the collar?" Brian didn't know what else to say.

"I got it from him, he was wearing it"

"and I decided which item he had to give up" Sinclair said holding out
his hand.

Brian shook it.

"Let's dance" Sinclair said to Macon and to Brian more gently "Come on
dance with us"

So Brian was now dancing with two other men in the middle of the floor.
Outside of dancing with Macon in the privacy of his bedroom now and then
this was the only time he danced with other males.

As they moved to the loud beat, Brian relaxed realizing nobody cared who
was dancing with who, or even what anyone was wearing or not wearing.

Brian saw guys he knew from college freely moving to the music while
their jockey shorts, jock straps, swim suits or oversize shirts got wet
with sweat.

The time passed and several drinks later, Brian found himself dancing
with a group of guys that included Macon, Sinclair and to his joy Bob.

He realized that the majority of people at the party were male. There
were some girls too but more groups of guys like the one he was dancing
with were everywhere.

He saw another jock he recognized dancing one on one with another guy and
they were dancing close and grinding sexually.

By the end of one number Brian was dancing in front of Bob among the
group. Bob was smiling and freely moving his hips waving his arms
turning, and not caring his bare buttocks and meat showed everytime he
did it.

FIFTEEN MINUTES TO THE BIG SWITCH the voice on the speakers announced.

Brian didn't know what that was. SO PICK WHO YOU WANT TO SWITCH WITH it
said.

"Want to?" Bob said to him in his ear.

"What?"

"Switch, we have to switch costumes with someone" Bob said.

"Uh yea" Brian nodded not thinking.

"SWITCH NOW, MUSIC WILL COME BACK ON IN TEN MINUTES" The voice said as
the lights were dimmed.

"Come on" Bob took Brian's arm and led him into a side room where there
were other party goers lounging around. They were stripping and changing.

Guys girls were naked everywhere as they switched whatever they were
wearing. Guys were now wearing silk gowns, girls wearing jockey shorts or
jock straps, Guys switche with each other.

Bob lifted his jersey off. The sight of his naked body stunned Brian.

"Come on or do you want to wait till everyone goes back to dancing?" Bob
said "I don't mind"

The music did begin and many of the people in the room left to dance.

Bob lifted the shoulder straps off Brian's shoulders and peeled the
singlet down his body. Brian was now naked too.

"Nice cock" Bob said as he knelt.

Brian didn't believe he was getting a blow job from the guy he would have
gladly sucked off in public.

"Here put this on" Bob held the jersey up and Brian let if fall down over
his shoulders and cover most of Bob's head which was pressed against his
crotch.

Brian held the jersey covered head and involuntarily began moving his
hips. He was now face fucking Bob the big time jock.

And he came spilling streams into Bob's throat.

"Nice" Bob stood. He struggled to put on the singlet that Brian was
wearing.

"God it's tight on me" he said. The cloth stretched and it's tightness
defined Bob's body as if it were a second skin.

"Wait a minute" Brian said pointing to Bob's cock and balls which were
hanging out of the leg.

"You do it" Bob said smiling.

Brian knelt "It'll fit better once it's soft" He licked and sucked aching
to have a belly full of Bob's sperm.

He was soon guzzling what he wanted. And as Brian smacked his wet lips he
carefully put Bob's empty balls and half hard cock under the singlet
cloth.

They danced together after that. More then one hand pinched Brian's bare
butt seen easily thanks to the jersey he now wore.

As he danced, Brian immitated Bob raising his arms, jumping, writhing and
knowing his butt and balls were as visible as many other guys dancing
around them.

Macon showed up at one point. He wore a leather jockstrap carrying  leash
connected to the collar Sinclair now wore with the harness that Macon
once wore. "he's still my MASTER" Mcon said as the two joined Bob and
Brian in a dance group.

FOUR O'CLOCK announcement was heard and the group of still daning
prartiers groaned loudly>

"I'm going home with him" Macon said "I'll tell you about it tomorrow" he
smiled as once again he and Sinclair switched leather so Macon was the
harnessed, collared slave.

"We can't go to my place. What about you?" Bob said to Brian.

Brian hadn't thought about the possibility.

"UH just me and my folks. Got my own bedroom, they'll just think it's
Macon" Brian said.

Brian's parents were sleeping as he anticipated. Bob stood in his bedroom
wearing the very tight singlett. "Got a camera?"

Brian set he camera on automatic and stood next to Bob as the flash told
them their sweaty sexily clad images were now captured.

Bob peeled the singlet off and helped Brian out of the jersey.

"Ever been buttfucked?" Bob asked.

Brian hoped the object of his fantasies didn't want him to do the
fucking.

"Me or you?" He asked hesitantly.

Bob moved close and smiled his usually charming and seductive smile.
Brian backed up and Bob moved with him until Brian fell on his bed.

"you silly I've been looking at that cute butt all night. Why do you
think I wanted to switch clothes with you?"

"This is Sinclair" Macon said

"Master" Sinclair interuppted.

"Uh sorry SIR, this is my MASTER" Macon said looking back at the older
boy "Long story I'll tell you later".

Brian saw the boy wore a black leather pouch and held the leash which was
connected to his collar.

"Dont make any noise, they'll hear you" Brian gasped as his legs were
lefted and pressed backwards.

"Me? Hell boy you're the one that's going to be making noise"

Bob held up his index finger and Brian giggled holding up his hoping it
wouldn't be only ONE that night.