I should have known that any party Jerry was throwing would result in my pants firmly in place around my ankles. And let me tell you, I love that sonofabitch for it!
New Year’s Eve has always been quiet for me. My ex never wanted to go out, never was into celebrated. He really loved watching the party on television. I loved him and all, but this first year without that rather boring tradition was already turning out to be more fun that I could have imagined. Again, Jerry.
I went to university with the guy 20 years ago and he hasn’t changed. His parties back then were great, now his gatherings are legendary. All the hottest guys in our circle are here and I can tell they’re all horny as hell. I feel lucky just to be in their presence!
But who’d have thought that a bunch of grown, gay, hot men would be interested in playing pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey? Well, they certainly perked up with the donkey turned out to be a hot fireman...and it wasn’t a tail we were pinning. With the booze flowing and the music thumping, we all had a blast getting blindfolded and trying to find that special spot on Mr. Safety.
When my turn came up, I covered my eyes and waited to be spun. But he didn’t grab my shoulders or hips. Nope, I got spun by my ass and cock! I feigned offense when, really, I loved it. I took my shot and didn’t get close. In fact, I almost put the fake cock on a real one! When I heard the laughter I pulled off my mask and joined in. Ted was almost poked by my prick! “I hope you’ve got better aim than that!” he laughed.
The night wore on, I got drunk and had a great time. We sang in the New Year and many hugs and kisses were exchanged. I’m sure some hands were roaming. Around 3am I went to the bedroom to get my coat. While searching through the pile, I felt two hands caress my hips—followed by a hard penis pressed against my ass.
“How’s my aim, handsome?” Ted was beyond me and he looked fabulous. I pressed back against him for a moment, but then got a better idea. I turned around and dropped to my knees. “Can you aim for this target?” I whispered.
Ted didn’t need any more coaxing, unzipping his jeans and lowering them just slightly. He reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, veiny cock. Just my type. I looked up at him as I took it between my lips. His eyes closed as I slid my lips further down his shaft.
Ted’s cock pulsed in my mouth. I could feel him twitch in time with his moans. I wrapped my hands around his hips and slipped his pants down a bit further so that I could squeeze his ass. Bobbing my head up and down, I relished the precum that pumped out of his dick with each twitch. I could feel those big veins every time I pulled back and every time I sucked him back in.
When Ted reached down and grabbed my hair, I knew he was closed. His cock got even harder and felt even bigger. His head was thrown back and his hips move, involuntarily, in time with my sucking. I readied myself to receive spunk—and I wasn’t disappointed. As Ted groaned out my name he exploded in my mouth. Spurt after spurt of hot jism coated my tongue and throat. I couldn’t believe how much cum came out with his orgasm, but I loved every second of it.
I kept Ted in my mouth for a few moments, savouring his please and juices. He let go of my head as if I say I could move off...but I wasn’t interested yet. I just wanted his rod in my mouth all the time!
Unfortunately, we were pulled from our sexual bliss by the suddenly open door. Two men stumbled in in the midst of a full make out. They didn’t even seem to notice us, so Ted zipped up quietly, we grabbed our coats and slipped out the door, closing it behind us.
“Happy New Year,” Ted said as he kissed my lips. “Your aim really is great after all.”