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    Prom Date

    14 November, 2016 (23:01) | first time gay sex, gay group sex | By: Gay Sex Stories Administrator

    quick edit by Borg Continuum

    ***

    Three guys drop off their prom dates and go out to a
    wild gay party just for the hell of it. (MM, 1st-gay-
    expr, orgy)

    ***

    The limo barely held all six of us. Three couples of
    teenagers in rented tuxedos and borrowed gowns.

    We danced, and as the night went on, tux coats removed
    and we danced until the sweat was pouring down our faces
    and bodies. The girls were all giggly and chatting as
    usual. We three boys were kind of awkward but after some
    tokes on some stolen pot (I got a joint from my brother)
    we felt better.

    Breakfast was an event too, most of the kids were there,
    at our old haunt. Even the waitresses took pictures of
    us, most had known us for years. The party afterwards
    was hot, our limo dropped us off. One of the girls had
    left her car at the house.

    And the tolerant parents there seemed to let us do what
    we wanted, dancing out by the pool, swimming in our
    underwear, sneaking liquor and making noise because we
    could.

    Tim, Cal and I dropped the girls off – and got our
    kisses – and even I got a squeeze of breast as the rest
    watched from the car. Where too now? I asked.

    Cal drove off out of town to a place he knew.

    The place was jumping. And it seemed full of other
    dudes, some of which I recognized from church or school.
    The music was blasting, the splashes in the back yard
    told me there was a pool and the place smelled of pot,
    booze, and aromas like the school locker room.

    Charley, one of the jocks seemed to welcome us as the
    host. Except for the fact he was wearing only a
    jockstrap, that didn’t surprise me. “No rules,” he said
    and welcomed us.

    As we wandered around, I realized it was a stud party,
    meaning only guys were there. And because of that, guys
    were dancing with other guys, usually in little groups
    too. This seemed weird to me but I didn’t leave.

    I took a deep hit off a joint passed to me and leaned
    against the wall watching guys dancing in their
    jockstraps, underwear, shorts and usually no shirts. I
    turned my head to look outdoors and saw naked guys
    horsing around by the pool.

    It was going to be a wild night I knew, but I still felt
    weirded out buy being with obviously gay guys all
    around.

    “C’mon,” Cal pulled me to where he and Tim were gyrating
    to some dance mix sounds, Tim was already shirtless and
    Cal peeled his off as soon as I joined them.

    We danced, shared the joint again – and I was feeling
    the heat – and soon was dancing in my jockey shorts and
    didn’t really care that I was in a room with a bunch of
    gay guys. I truly don’t remember taking off my tux shirt
    or pants, and didn’t even know where they were. I was
    barefoot, sweating and feeling my body sweat in my white
    jockey shorts.

    Tim was wearing some sort of pouch thing that was purple
    and we were making fun of it, especially when he moved
    his hips making it bounce up and down. Cal was down to
    his boxers too and his fly didn’t hide his cock which
    seemed to poke its head out as he danced.

    We ran for the pool discarding what we had left on and
    dove into the chilling and sobering water, Hands on each
    other’s chests and arms, we horsed around awhile and
    then got out to join others who were dancing poolside
    totally naked.

    It was like being in the locker room, except here nobody
    seemed to hide themselves or care if you looked.

    I saw Charley naked there, Tim and Cal I had seen
    before..but never been able to stare,

    “Come on,” Tim patted my bare butt. “We got some things
    to discuss,” he said as the three of us went into the
    house, peed and then wandered down the hallway.

    Alcohol was making my head spin, or was it the? I wasn’t
    sure. I knew I had to wait awhile so I wouldn’t end up
    in the toilet barfing, not because of any reason then it
    was hard to get there due to others already there.

    “In here,” Cal said. We went into a room which was pitch
    black.

    “What’s goin on?” I said but as soon as I said that, I
    felt a hand on my cock. “Hey!” I jumped, then I heard
    Tim’s voice. “hush, it’s only me.”

    Somehow that made it ok, despite the fact Tim had never
    touched my cock before, or any other guy for that
    matter. Why wasn’t I leaving this place? Why was I going
    along with this?

    Instead of leaving I followed his lead and was soon
    laying on mattress on the floor and feeling a warm mouth
    working on my cock. It was weird, I’d never gotten a
    blowjob from my girlfriend before, even though I’d tried
    to get her to do it, and here I was on prom night
    getting one from Tim. It was Tim, wasn’t it? It was so
    dark in the room that I wasn’t sure who was doing me.

    Then I heard, “Here try mine.”

    I opened my mouth to respond but felt something rub
    against my lips and then I tasted someone’s cock. That’s
    when I heard Cal’s voice, “Just go slow man, let’s have
    fun tonight, okay?”

    Instead of being repulsed by this I nursed on his
    cock… I even felt the shivers of pleasure as someone –
    maybe Tim – increased their efforts on my cock at the
    same time. I’d never felt like this before, being
    involved with two people at once, it was an increasable
    feeling being worked on and wo9rking on someone like
    this.

    Then I felt my legs being held up as someone’s tongue
    dove into my butt-crack and it was so pleasurable and
    the room was so dark, I didn’t object, I didn’t stop
    whoever it was.

    Then in my drunk and high state I was on my hands and
    knees begging to be butt-fucked. I knew that guys fuck
    each other but I’d never really thought about it before,
    but I was so turned on by all this sexual contact that I
    was getting that I needed something more.

    My mouth was nursing another cock, I didn’t know whose.
    Then I felt someone’s hands wrap around my stomach and
    he moved up behind me and then fumbled there and I felt
    something big and hot and slick push against my ass-
    hole.

    I could have stopped it then and there but whoever it
    was behind me had reached down and began to slowly
    massage my dick as he pushed into me. I knelt there
    sucking some goy, being jacked off and getting a dick in
    my ass, all at one time. It was mind numbing.

    I was in a zone, that’s the only reason I can justify
    that I let some strange guy cum in my ass. The fact is
    that I did let him and then I was shooting my own cum
    and swallowing another guys, all at once. Increasable.

    Afterward, we swam in the pool for awhile to cool down.
    Tim disappeared and Cal and I danced with some others.
    The party was quieting down as the others around us
    slept anywhere they could. I found the hallway again
    and that dark room. I stumbled inside and over bodies
    and found the mattress where I’d lost my “gay
    virginity”, finding a place among the arms and legs
    there. I was soon engaged in more cock sucking and butt-
    fucking. The room smelled of sweat, cum and men’s
    bodies.

    **

    Breakfast was weird. It was late morning and guys were
    in their underwear or still naked. Some were swimming,
    diving, others were at the kitchen country making
    omelets and a mess in the process.

    Tim, Cal and I became popular for our cooking abilities
    and stood there wearing nothing but aprons, our butts
    sticking out, which must have been quite a sight.

    Then sadly, after we’d eaten everyone began dressing and
    leaving.

    That prom night was the first gay experience I’d ever
    had in my life, but it hasn’t been the last. To Cal and
    Tim, it was just a lark, but to me it was a defining
    moment in my life. I’d always wondered why my orgasms
    had been so weak when I was getting off with women. That
    night I came again and again like a stud horse, blowing
    my load all over the place.

    I still date women, but I look for likely gay party’s to
    attend and the no-holds-bared kind are my favorites. I
    haven’t told my buddies that I’ve turned into a bisexual
    and probably won’t… but if I did, I wonder if they’d
    be interested in… you know.

    END

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