Where it happened: Friends house
Langauge: English?
Sex: Male
Rating: 7
Category: Straight
I was at a house party at my friends house when I was 16. Needless to say there was alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol.
There were also some drugs and shit =/ .. Anyways, I was having a reallly good time, dancing and getting along with everyone.
All of a sudden I was being pulled backwards, I was drunk and off-balance so didn’t see who was tugging me until we had reached my friends sisters bedroom. It was Hannah, a girl I had gotten on well pretty well with, but not the best. So I was surprised, but more surprised when she practically jumped me and landed on top of me on the bed. She started kissing me really passionately. I was young and soon my hormones had taken over and I was kissing her back, even though I had known her for less than 4 hours. She pulled off her top revealing no bra, she lay her breasts down on my chest while continuing to kiss me. I was really hot by this stage and about 4 seconds later, I was fully naked and she was going down on me.
It was only the third BJ i had ever gotten, so I was getting really hot by now.
The rest of the clothes came off and we made love, sweet love to a girl I had just met. It was the most intense feeling I had ever felt. I came more than I ever had while masturbating. I came inside of her, I didn’t care about anything else in that moment, I just closed my eyes and let go. She didn’t seem to mind much either. She got up and dressed and went back to the party, I was left there naked with my deflating penis and feeling like God.
After a few minutes of replaying the nights events in my mind, I got dressed and re-entered the party the way I had left it. I was dancing again, acting like nothing had happened, but I was always looking for Hannah out of the corner of my eye. I wanted to talk about what had happened or something.
Once when I looked over, I saw her talking to this guy she came to the party with. I watched them talk and after a while he looked up and found my eyes, in his was hatred, I could tell he wasn’t walking over to me to congratulate me.
He reached me after about 5 seconds of pushing through the crown and 5 seconds of panic for me. He grabbed me and quickly punched me in the jaw, to the shock of most of the guests. He obviously thought it wasn’t the best place for this and dragged me to the, infamous, sisters bedroom. I braced myself for the pain to follow, but it never came. I looked up at him and saw only disappointment. I asked, “What is this?” (I had never met him before) “I … I just … thought … I kinda like you. I know we have never met before, but you’re cool. No one knows I’m gay so I had to cover it up with the punch, I’m sorry.” I am sooooo confused at this point and all I could manage was, “uhm, what?” .. ” I like you, Kyle” (he got my name wrong). There was a very awkward moment when I was too stunned to say anything in response and eventually said “Thanks, I guess.” I made for the door, but he blocked me, he was a starter for the football team and I knew fighting him wouldn’t help me, so I stood back and looked at him.
That is when he lunged for me, lips first. His lips met mine and he kissed me with more passion than I could imagine. Soon he was naked, as was I and we had sex, not only had I went from virgin to not, but I had also fucked a guy, in the one night. I came, it was a bit disappointing as I had just unloaded 30 minutes ago. I came over his face as he came over mine. We made out after this, each others cum transferring from mouth to mouth. We slept naked, covered in cum and in each other’s arms that night, I woke up the next morning to find a note, which I still have to this day, “Thanks for a great night, I hope your black eye doesn’t hurt too much and I’ll see you next week at John’s house ;)” … I rushed to the bathroom and cleaned myself up and got dressed. I would never set foot in that house again I promised myself, and to this day I have kept that promise. I never went to John’s house. The guy, who’s name I never learnt got my cell number and started stalking me. After 2 years of this I did the only thing I could, I killed him. I still have the note and I’ve still got the bloodied knife.
For the rest of my life I will never forget that one night that changed it so drastically.
I often suffer nightmares about the guy coming back to get me, I dream he uses the same knife to kill me as I used to kill him, but in the ned I know it is all fake and will never come true, I know the body has been untouched since I last saw it nearly 20 years ago and I know I will never go to another house party as long as I live.
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