GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/party.txt

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                        Another Solar Fox Original
                                 The Party

The party was dull and boring. I really didn't know why I went, except to see
what kind of dudes showed up. It basically depressed me, Eric's eighteenth
birthday party. I should have known that the fish were going to make the scene
with the dudes, and that there would be booze and grass (neither am I that fond
of, but I'll drink a beer occasionally). My name is Chris, and I'm seventeen. I
have brown hair and brown eyes. Eric is a friend of my brother, Todd, and I was
invited to the party too. Now that I've got you TOTALLY confused, let me tell
you a little more about myself.
I'm a little depressed and a little groggy right now, but I guess maybe you can
tell that I wasn't too crazy about all the girls that showed up at the party.
Yeah, yeah. So I'm a homo. I don't think that's really a big deal. My brother,
on the other hand, may think I'm a psycho if he found out. Before I really get
going, let me tell you I weigh about 170 and I stand about 5' 9", so I'm not
really a big dude. Todd is, but Todd's another story. If Todd were telling this
story, it would never be.
Yeah, it would too. It'd be plagued with females and cunts and tits and all
that bullshit that guys like him get into. All you would hear about would be
breasts, and thighs. Hell.. I'd just as soon he be talking about fried chicken.
That really was a shitty party last night, but I don't wish I hadn't gone. It
had a twist to it that I didn't expect. Yeah, there were girls and all. The
party lasted all night, and there are still people there now that drank and
smoked too much and passed out, including my brother. He's really got problems.
But, you think if he heard me say what I thought was normal, he'd think I had
problems? Hell yeah! So, I really haven't told him. I don't know that I will.
I cut out of the front door about 10 last night. At least I had thought enough
in advance to take my own car, a blue Chevy Nova. It's really been a cool rod..
heh. So I go out the door and head for my car, right? There's this dude on the
front lawn, practically in the dark. At first I thought he was drunk, and had
someone with him. But he wasn't, he was all alone and he was just sitting in a
lawn chair under a tree. "Yo," he says to me, "What's up?" he really didn't
sound angry or anything, just drunk, maybe. I asked and he said he had just
gotten there a few minutes ago and he hadn't had anything to drink, so that
ruled that out.
"Who're you?" I asked.
"Kerry Bridges," he answered back.
"Yeah! I know you! You're in my geometry class! I'm Chris Adams.."
"Chris! Cool! You goin' in?"
"Man, I've already BEEN in. That's just not my kind of party in there," I said.
"It's not mine either."
Whoa, I thought. Why was he here then? Was he forced to come with his older
sister, Tanya?
"No, Tonya's not here. She's gone to Seattle for the summer."
I knew he didn't have any older brothers either, that would be here. His
younger brother, Timothy, was just 10 and he was probably at home and in bed at
this hour.
"Well, I'm just... scoping the party," he said. "I just wanted to see who were
party-goers and who wasn't."
"Want a beer or anything?" I asked, offering to go BACK inside that mob bopping
around and get him one if he wanted.
"Naah.. that's okay. Wanna go for a walk?" Kerry offered.
"Uh.. did you drive here?" I asked.
"Nope. You know I don't have a car. My dad took it away when I got that damn
speeding ticket."
"Oh, yeah.. you were trying to out-run that train at the crossing.."
"Don't remind me. That was so stupid! I swear I'll never do that kinda shit
again!"
"Yeah.. you've already said that a million times.."
Kerry was cool. Personally, I thought he was cute, but I never saw him hangin'
around with the girls. I saw Todd come out the door. I wanted to find out where
he was going, leaving at this hour? No.. I tried to make it appear as though I
were heading back in, from way up the sidewalk so I could, for some reason,
divert attention from Kerry even being there.
"Yo.. where you goin'?" I asked Todd.
"To get some more cigarettes. You wanna go with me?"
"Naah.. that's okay, I'll pass.."
"Well go on back in there, man. It's a hell of a show in there. You missed
Rhonda.. she took off her bra!"
"Yeah, yeah..." and Todd was on his way. he cranked his car, revved the motor
several times, and 'scratched off'. I went back to the tree where Kerry was
sitting. "Hey Kerry, you wanna blow this pop stand?"
"You got wheels, dude?"
"Yeah.. right out there," I said, pointing toward my car.
"Sure!" he replied, and we went to the car and got in. Like I was saying, Kerry
was really a cute guy. The only time I really saw him was after school
sometimes, in geometry, and occasionally switching classes. He was looking no
less snappy tonight, wearing faded blue jeans and a blue jean jacket. He took
it off when we got in the car, showing me a beautiful pink tank top. He was six
months younger than me, and he really seemed more like a brother to me than
Todd, even though Kerry and I had never talked about... well.. gay things. He
really didn't know about me, of course I really didn't know about him either.

We got up to the corner and stopped at astopsign. "Anywhere you had in mind to
go, or ya just wanna go anywhere?" I asked.
"Anywhere you point the car is fine with me," he said, "as long as it isn't my
driveway."
"Well, I wouldn't do that to you," I assured him. "How old is Timothy now?" I
asked, trying to keep the subject of guys going now.
"Oh, he's ten. He'll be eleven in October."
"Ahh.." I said.
"Why?"
"Just wondered.. just met him once. Seems cool.."
"Yeah? He is.. gets in my stuff all the time.. of course, I don't mind.."
Gets in his stuff all the time? What KIND of stuff, I wondered...
I wanted to talk to Kerry, but the traffic here on Main St. was so bad that I
had to concentrate on the traffic. At the same time, I knew my parents didn't
give a shit where I was because they were asleep and thought I was at the party
with Todd.. and Todd would be too blitzed soon to give a fuck anyway.. so..
yeah.
"Friday night, dude. This traffic is a bummer," Kerry commented.
"Yeah, it is. I know some great places to go though."
"Oh? Cool.. quiet places?"
"Yeah. Try dead."
"Yeah. That would work," Kerry said. "We need somewhere to talk."
"Huh?" I thought I had heard Kerry say 'we need somewhere to talk.' That was
what I had just been thinking. He couldn't be reading my mind, could he?
I pulled off the main road and hit the interstate.
"Jesus Christ, Chris! Talk about out of the frying pan into the fire!"
"Take it easy, dude.. it's okay.. just a few miles.." I headed North on the
interstate to a smaller town. There was a certain street that I knew of just up
the highway that had a 'DEAD END' sign up.. it DEAD ENDed alright, but
certainly not in the 'traditional' manner.
Chris calmed down. I think he just wasn't ready to go from a bumper-to-bumper
main drag with fast-food joints open to all hours of the night, to four lanes
going each way and semi's every few feet.
Well, we peeled off the interstate after going several miles. The exit ramp was
desolate, the only car in sight was a green Buick Le Sabre in front of us, and
it faded off quickly. The only building in sight here was a Union 76 station
that was closed. Shit, good reminder, I thought, looking quickly at my gas
gauge. Half a tank. Not that a closed station was any better than a
non-existent one, but still... I looked at Kerry.
"Where is this?" he asked.
"I have no earthly idea," I jested.
"What?!"
"Just joshing. We're close to Beaumont."
"Oh. Never been to Beaumont.."
"You have now," I said.
There was a car coming down the ramp behind me, so I proceeded to make my left
turn after this longer-than-necessary stop at the stop sign. Maybe I just
wanted to make sure the road was clear for the next 47 miles.
I expected to hear at least one, "how much further is it?" but I didn't. He put
in one of my Def Leppard tapes and we jammed a little to it. I started to
worry; he had it cranked a little loud. I wasn't worried about either of our
hearing, I was just worried that he was nervous about something and he suddenly
didn't want to talk about it, but rather wanted to try to listen to the music
to forget about it. I kept looking at all three mirrors and occasionally
glanced over at him. I didn't know if he noticed my boner or not, I kinda
doubted it since it was so dark in the car to see anything really except the
dash, and there weren't any street lights. But that was okay by me.
After one song, "Animal," he turned the player down and then off. I was sort of
relieved. Actually it was a good thing he did; I was surprised I wasn't caught
or at least that he hadn't said anything; my speedometer read 80 miles an hour
just prior to that song stopping, and I have no real idea how long I was going
that fast. "Nice car," he commented. "Yeah,", I said, "but I kinda wasn't
watching my speed.."
"Oh? Well, I was just jammin'," he said. I told him I was too, really. Actually
I was in a hurry to get to that spot. It was still about five more miles. But
now I was doing 55 again like a good little boy, and it was nice and quiet.
I thought I might get started early and see what kinda answers I got from him,
so I could see if we were thinking alike in all respects.
"Hey Kerry..?"
"Yeah?"
"You.. got any hair under your arms?"
Hell, if he thought I was sissy about something like that, and I started
talking about his dick, my God, watch out for falling debris!
He smiled slightly. "Well, YEAH, I got some hair under my arms," he said as
though he were proud of it. He didn't sound shy about it. But he did say it
like I should have known better. I guess I was getting a little unsure then.
But a few moments later, "you.. got any hair around your dick?" he asked me.
Maybe I'd hit the jackpot after all.

"Yeah, got some around my dick and balls. Do you?"
"Yeah.." he answered, a little more uniformly. He giggled a little now.
"Heheh.. in fact, this is gonna sound gay, but it's a little hard.."
I took full advantage of that.
"Mine's more than a LITTLE hard."
"Is it?"
"Yeah.. it's cramped up in these fuckin' shorts.." I said. I never grinned at
all. I managed to keep full seriousness to my voice the entire time. When I
told him that I was cramped, I bit my teeth over my lower lip as I tried to
reposition myself, less than a mile from our destination now. There was a
putrid smell in the air. I looked around. Kerry giggled.. "I cut a fart," he
said. I looked even more stern. "I-I'm sorry," he said, continuing to giggle.
Then he cut another one and I heard it. He laughed at it too. It really didn't
bother me that he was farting, just the damn smell. He did have a window down
which helped immensely.
I laughed back at him. "What is it?" he asked.
"All your fuckin' farts!" I said, giggling and turning onto the 'DEAD END'
street.
"You know somebody down here?" he asked.
"Just.. watch."
I went down the dead-end street, which was pavement for about a quarter of a
mile. Then I made a left turn. I always wondered why Georgia Power had a
substation at the end of this road. Anyway, there was what looked like a small
driveway that led beside the substation, you know, where work vehicles parked.
Actually, that's what it was for. But if you pulled on up behind the
substation, it turned into a dirt road that led beside a creek... and woods.
How did I know about this? My dad works for the power company, not with lines
anymore, he used to, but now he's in an office. I came with him once down here
for the hell of it, and while he spent all day once getting this substation in
working order after a MASSIVE lightning strike, I wandered around. No houses
for miles, and since I had all day, I spent a little time on the road. He
didn't care. I found out that it seemed to go on forever. I had to quit before
I actually got to the end of it. I came back one day once I started driving,
and it does go for about five miles and just stops. I clocked it. It ends at a
railroad track on the other side of a large creek.
I drove down it about 2 miles and stopped. "I do believe this is far enough
in," I said.
"Where is this?"
"Nowheresville. This place is ours. No houses, no Coke machines, no pay phones.
But I do have some Cokes in a cooler."
"That's okay," he said. "Is it.. kosher for me to get out and stretch my legs?"
"Yeah! There's not a soul for miles!"
"Are you sure? This isn't some kinda hunting ground or anything is it?"
"No way!"
"Okay," he said slowly, opened his door and got out. So did I. All we could
hear were some crickets and a few frogs down close to the creek. Then I started
worrying about the possibility of mosquitoes, but I can tell you now we never
got bitten all night.
We stood at the edge of the creek, which was to one side of the road. Woods
were to the other. True, there could be some deer in here, but I didn't think
so. Even if there were it wouldn't bother me because we weren't into that sort
of sport. We both agreed it was "too redneck". We sat now in the pale moonlight
near a large oak tree a few feet from the creek. I offered him a Coke again
because I was going to get one. He gladly accepted.
"Kerry," I asked, "can I feel the hair under your arms?" knowing that I had
direct access to it through his tank top. "Well, sure!" he said, lifting an
arm. Just this little acceptance made my cock go wild, being a little afraid to
pursue this much further just yet. His hair felt cool, about like mine did. I
rubbed his underarm, and consequently, I moved the hand and rubbed his back.
"Damn," he said, "that feels good.
"I removed my shirt. He felt of my chest. "Kerry, you know.. there's something
I've always wanted to tell you.."
"What's that, dude?"
"You're cool as shit."
"Well, thanks dude, you are too.."
"Yeah? Well.. listen man, my dick's too cramped in this bullshit. I'm just
going to have to let it out. It's about to explode."
"Know whatcha mean, man. I think I will too."
He took off his clothes, and he was as stiff as I was. He had been pre-cumming
a little as I had, too.
I wanted to get him to verbally tell me about it. "Kerry, is it hard?"
"Yeah dude, it is.. real hard."
"Well, you can tell me about it if you want to.."
"Well, it's about six inches long I guess."
"You got a lot of hair around it?" I asked.
"Well, you can feel it if you want," he said. I did. I took a clamp on it as
though I were going to jack him off, and then I did jack his pole a few times.
"Oh, please don't stop," he moaned, "that felt good."
"Okay.. I'll go you one better," I said, realizing that he didn't mind me
feeling him after all. I bent down and sucked him. He did have a nice mean
pecker, and it wasn't long until he fed me his hot jism. "Oh damn... that was
great!" he said. Then I ran my hands up from his cock area to his stomach, to
his chest, and stopped at his tits. I felt them with my finger. They were stiff
and tall. He was smiling. "Damn Chris, you are a real stud.." he said.
"You are too," I said. "It's wild that you let me do that just now."
"Yeah, but was it as fun for you as it was for me?"
"Better. Better because now I might.. think that you'd.. let me do it to you
again sometime?"
"Chris.. if you only knew how hard you make me in geometry.. you make me harder
than the problems!
I chuckled. "Well dude, you make me just as hard."
"Want me to suck you off?" he offered.
"Would that bother you?"
"No.. heh.. can you keep a REAL BIG secret?"
"Yeah.. anything!" I assured him.
"I suck Timothy all the time. He loves it. He's a little faggot too!"
"Shew!"
"Does he have any friends?"
"Not really.. right now it's mainly just me and him.. we sleep in the same room
and everything. Why don't you come over sometime, and we can talk and do some
shit together?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool.."
"Yeah.. it would."
He put his hand on my arm, ran it over onto my chest and felt of my body. "I
gotta admit, that was cool," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Asking if I had any hair under my arms.."
"Yeah," I agreed, "I didn't know where else to start!"
We burst out laughing. He ran his hands on my stomach and it gave me
goosebumps. He even felt my goosebumps. "Cool! Do I turn you on that much?"
"You sure as shit do!"
"Fuck!" he grasped my dick eagerly and bent down and sucked it feverishly. With
his fury, I pumped shot after shot of my hot jism into his mouth in less than a
minute. He really did something to me. He licked his lips. "You know, I was
just wondering.. is Todd gay?" he asked.
"No, Todd's at that party. He's straight as hell. Always has been."
Guess I haven't told you this, but Todd is eighteen. If he were to become gay
after all this, they'd have to commit me.
He rubbed my back now, as I had rubbed his earlier. We sipped our Cokes. "God,
that was a cool wad you shot," he finally said.
Then I asked a burning question. "Kerry, do you and Timothy.. ever buttfuck?"
"He buttfucks me. I don't buttfuck him, he says it hurts too much. Maybe
soon.."
"Ahh.."
"Yeah, so me and you.. we're fags," Kerry stated. "Yeah, we are. And before
now, we had no idea!"
"Nope. I knew I was, though," said Kerry. I rubbed his legs. He felt so neat.
"Kerry, can I.. kiss you?"
"Sure! I wasn't sure if you liked being kissed or not, so I never really did
anything.." he said.
We kissed, passionately. We held each other close. We stayed there kissing and
making love until about 3 am. Then we got back wearily in the car and I managed
to get Kerry and I home without getting a ticket.
I'm going over to Kerry's house later today to meet Tim again. He is really
cute.
Todd just got home and he is in the kitchen. I need to go so I can talk to him.
Well, that was interesting, picture this scene. Todd is in the kitchen in
nothing but his jockeys, fixing a bowl of cereal. As he bends over to put the
box of cereal back in the cabinet, the head of his cock appears above the
elastic. He doesn't know it or even realize he's on the boner. God I worry
about him with that grass and shit like he had last night at the party! Christ.
Anyway, he stands there after he pours milk on the cereal, turns around and
faces me, hands behind his back, kinda smirking, with that head sticking up,
saying, "what's up?" and belching.
"Not much, 'cept my dick," I answered, aware that he was probably still a nice
zonk from last night.
"That's cool," he said. "How big is it?"
"About six. How big is yours?"
... and he drops his drawers and shows me his pole. Thank God mom and dad were
still in bed asleep! Geeze, Todd had about eight inches! I felt it and he
wanted to feel mine, I let him. Then I told him outright that I didn't care
about Rhonda last night because I was a fag. "Well," he joked, "you didn't miss
anything. I don't really like her either."
"Damn, did you have a bad party?" I asked, helping him back into his shorts in
case mom and dad came into the kitchen.
"It was pretty shitty." Funny, it was like either he bought my big about being
a fag, or he was too zonked to give a damn, I wasn't sure which. I led him to
my room rather than his, and let him lay on my bed.
I sat beside him in a chair for an hour. He woke up then, and he seemed
"normal." He looked up at me. "You're.. a fag, aren't you?" he said. It had
clicked.
"Yeah Todd. I'm a queer."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with that."
"You don't think so?"
"No! Roger Anderson is gay. You didn't know we were best friends?"
Shit no, I didn't!!!! Is my brother bi?
"Hey Christopher, can I see your snake?"
"Sure!" I said, whipping my bad boy out. He looked at it and asked to feel it,
of course I let him. It wanted to get stiff, I let it and didn't try to hold
back. Todd was being too gentle.
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph! I didn't know you had so much!" he said, taking his
underwear off.
"Well, I didn't know you liked it, or I'd of let you see it sooner."
"Chris, to be honest, I didn't like it until I started hanging out with Roger
last quarter. But I had no idea you.."
He stopped. He looked at me like he wanted something.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Well, nothing man. This is very over your head..."
"Try me," I suggested.
"This is mega-off-the-wall.."
"So? I'm a mega-off-the-wall person," I said.
He paused. "Have you ever.. been butt-fucked before?"
I smiled. "Yep." I had too. This had been about two years ago, but while
spending the night with Max Fletcher, a friend of mine then, he had done it to
me and I loved it. I never wanted it to end!
"Well, dude... Rhonda didn't put out last night.. and I just kinda feel.."
"Yeah. Sorry." Maybe he was trying to sort out our differences. I don't know.
But if he was torn between Roger and Rhonda, I was afraid I couldn't do a lot
for him. I started going off my boner just a little. I was afraid he was going
to start rubbing my face in Rhonda.
Still, I let him try buttfucking me. It worked well for us both and I could
feel the shots fire off in my ass that were probably intended for Rhonda. Yeah.
Wait til he got some girl pregnant. Then maybe he'd worry a little about it.
He pulled out, he smiled at me. He hugged me, I hugged him back. Then I really
beamed at him as he turned to go take a shower; he told me that he would never
have anything else to do with women and that when he got out of the shower he
wanted to feel my penis again. Just as he started the water he cut it off, came
back out and said, "what the hell you waiting for, Chris? You gonna shower with
your big brother or not??"

I told him I was going over to Kerry's later and he wanted to know if he could
come too. I told him "by all means."
Arriving at the Bridges' house, I began to wonder what Kerry's reaction was
going to be when he saw me with Todd, whom I had gone into great detail about
with Kerry as to his sexual desires. Kerry's expression was one of awe, and he
quickly ushered me into the kitchen and asked me why Todd had come. I told him
and he almost fainted!
We all went into Kerry's bedroom, got to know each other, and we all got naked
and had all kinds of fun. Still it was so hard to believe that not only was
Todd so accepting of me... but he was gay too now! Hot damn!
Timothy was really cute. Kerry locked the bedroom door as he undressed Tim; Tim
liked Kerry to do that and it made his little dick even harder to feel Kerry
undress him. "Oh God, that makes me so horny," Timmy confessed. He liked Kerry
to call him "Timmy", so we all got in that habit. Looking at all us naked
really got him hot, and Kerry was really impressed with the size of Todd's
man-cock. But, what Todd said that REALLY got us all started was, "You might
not believe this, dudes... but I see more cock in here in this room right now
than I saw in that entire party last night!!"
I was stunned. "You went there looking for cock?"
"I dunno Chris. Until I had that meeting with you this morning, I wasn't sure
what I was looking for. Now I've found it."