Party Animals
#4 of Burnard
Ooh la la! ;3
To say the party was fun is...
"SHOT THROUGH THE HEAAART! AND YOU'RE TOOO LATE! Darling, you give looooove, a baad naaame!"
An understatement.
It was a pretty massive party for as small a place as Kris had; I was surrounded by maybe 20-some-odd friends of his, ranging from people I sorta knew from school, to people I'd never even met before that seemed to be in their early 20s. Armi brought a massive Rockband set over, like Kris said, and I was one of the first to get a crack at it. I was screaming my little lungs out trying (and failing) to keep in-tune with the music, all while Kris and his pals plonked away at plastic instruments. Strangely enough past my ear-bleeding voice, we still got 3 stars. Who'd have thunk it?
We had a ton of food there, between Kris going out to buy snacks and everybody bringing their own. I think we had enough chips and cheese dip to feed a small island nation. I didn't eat much, though; I was just happy to be there. Meanwhile, one of Kris' pals (I think he called himself T?) was just scarfing all the chips down as he was typing on Kris' laptop.
"For fuck sake, can you stop with the writing for one day?" Kris would shout as Armi stepped up to plate with a Freddie Mercury song.
"Oh come on, Kris, you know I've always got something on my mind!" The red-scaled dragon would shout over the music. "I gotta finish this up, I've been holding it off for a while!"
Kris sighs in irritation. "Alright, alright.."
"A-thank a-you, my gracious host." T flopped upside down on the couch, for whatever reason, continuing to type like it was nothing. He was muttering the words as he typed. "Logan...walks...off, heading down...the hallway..."
"He always was a dork," Kris mentioned to me with a bump of the shoulder.
The rest of the party was just about as eventful. Music blared, everyone danced, people drank, and there I was in the middle of it. Things were good. There weren't judging eyes, or despicable cretins, just awesome people being awesome. Made me wonder why I was there, other than Kris inviting me. Is awesome something that brushes off? I'd goofily think to myself. Maybe awesomeness is an association-related thing.
The night kept going, and it wasn't stopping for quite a while. Highlights include Armi duct-taping 3 mics together and performing a Triple Perfect (shi had pipes like an angel,) and T getting sick from all the chips and throwing up in the punch bowl. Probably the best night of my life.
Well, there was maybe another highlight: when Armi finished up, shi and the girls all grabbed one of the empty drink bottles and sat at the coffee table. Curious, I walked over and played with them.
"A new challenger approaches!" Armi would say to me as I sat. Shi spun the bottle around, landing on a sweet-looking girl; she looked very preppy, and was as white as snow from her scales to her mane. The hermaphroditic jackalass looked at her and snickered. "Okay, truth or dare?"
"Truth," the dragoness said with confidence.
"Who's your biggest crush? Like, ever? Ever?" My eyes rolled at the cliche, giggling alongside Armi and the other girls.
"Erm..." As cliche as it was, it seemed to catch her off-guard. "I, uh...well, there's...Roy.."
Armi laughed harder than any of us, and smacked her square on the shoulder. "That headcase? Come on, that's a crock of shit and you know it!"
"Okay, so..I guess I-"
Ri-di-ding-ding-da-ding-DING!
"Shit, it's my parents!" She started to walk off, clutching her phone tightly. "Hey, daddy! Oh, we just finished studying...the noise? Uhh.."
Armi waved the girl off, and spun the bottle once more. This time, it landed on me. "Alright, new boy. Truth or dare?"
"I..guess dare!" I said with a shake to my voice, quietly wondering if I would regret my choice.
"I want you...to go..." Shi looked around in the crowd of guys, and spotted Kris in the kitchen, with a muse to her voice, "give Kris a big smooch. Square on the lips. Don't even explain why."
Yep, regretted it immediately.
"Wh-WHAT!?" My face lit up with a flourish of red across my blushing muzzle. "I mean...why would you want me to do that?"
"Hmm...just because." Shi and the others giggled softly. "Come on, chicken-shit! Just do it, I bet it'll be fun~"
The girls were all laughing at me...I couldn't just not do it. Not like I didn't want to, having an excuse just made it easier. I got up, and I walked tentatively towards the kitchen. I saw Kris doting over his vomiting friend next to the sink and the now-emptied punch bowl. "I told you to just cut it short after the 3rd bag. And the 5th."
"B-but-" T hurled another huge one into the sink. "But they were..soo gooood..."
"H-hey, Kris?" I asked softly, as T was hunched over the sink.
"Oh, heya, Burns. You want anything? A drink? I can't get you punch, though..." he glared down at the vomiting dragon.
"Well, it's..not that..I.." I saw the girls. They were all staring at me, waiting for me to do it. Armi was licking hir lips; I think shi was getting off to it. I looked back at Kris, and I just...
"Hey, what're you-"
I went for it.
I pulled Kris in by the back of the neck, and gripped my other hand around one of his horns. When I felt my lips pressing against his for the first time, my whole body felt numb in shock and joy. Kris was probably even more shocked, as his eyes went wide in surprise at my sudden movements.
"Wh-what's-HUUURGH...." T was too busy letting loose a torrent of vomit to notice what was happening.
You know in those romance books, they say the first kiss is always the most romantic? They play it up to be this cute little scene of the couple softly kissing under some sort of romantic mood lighting or some shit? That, uh, that wasn't this kiss. By a mile. It was sloppy, I was an inexperienced wreck, I was letting raw emotion dominate my actions, and I was just slamming my tongue into his mouth like I wanted to inhale his lungs. It was awkward, and weird, but...when I felt Kris lay a hand against my back, and he began to..kiss me back, it just became so much more hot. It felt like vindication. For a second, my fears, my worries, they were afterthought. Even thinking about it now, I'm a little hot and bothered..
I nervously pulled myself away, a small string of saliva connecting my mouth with his. Kris was doing something I never saw him do before: he was blushing. "You could've just asked..."
"W-wow. Damn, kid." Armi was leaning over the window to the kitchen, and looked about as surprised as Kris was. "Good job. Like, seriously."
I felt shameful. I just did it without any warning, and felt like I embarrassed Kris in front of all his friends. This was when I didn't quite know, back then, that he was bisexual, and that his friends were all pretty cool with it. It just ate up at me, and I couldn't help but run down the hallway near the kitchen, down to Kris' bathroom. I could hear him talking with Armi.
"Dammit, Armi; should've known you put him up to it."
"Oh come on, you know he liked it," I could hear hir say. There was a slight pause. "Okay, so I guess I went too far...poor guy.."
"I should go talk to him." I could hear Kris walking down the hallway, then turning against the locked doorknob. "Burnie...Burnie, open up."
I tried to pretend like I wasn't in there. It's not that I wanted to avoid him, it's...well, actually I did want to avoid him. Avoid them all, really. I didn't feel comfortable after having done something like that. Kris got angry and kicked the door. Then I could hear him walk off.
"I guess he just needs time," I heard Armi say.
"It's not that, it's just..." Kris paused a second, and huffed, "I really need to fucking pee."
Eventually, the party died down, and I was still locked away in the bathroom, trapped in a prison of my own thoughts. I liked him...I loved him, even. The way he moved, that confident stare, those steely eyes, and how he was always just...so fucking nice to me! I just sat there, on the toilet, feeling sorry for myself like a complete idiot. I should've just walked out, stared Kris in the eyes, and said 'Hey! I really like you, and I want you to fuck me!'
Well, now that I think about it, maybe the hiding in the bathroom thing wasn't a completely stupid fallback....
I sat there, with images coursing through my head. Of sitting on the couch, making out, feeling him do whatever he wanted with me...I just couldn't help it. I quickly unzipped my cargoes, and I began to stroke at my already-stiffening member. I didn't need coaxing from myself, I just did it without a second thought. I gave my hand a firm lick and I just went to town; my other hand gently pried at my well-trained backside, fingers sliding in without even so much as a warmup. I kept imagining it was Kris doing it to me, making me feel wanted, special. I closed my eyes, and let those vivid images flow through my head. I didn't even care that I was doing it in a fucking bathroom, of all places; in my defense, though, it was a really clean bathroom. I just let my head fall back, smiling as I let the sensations hit from nerve-end to nerve-end. It felt incredible...and then I heard a sharp cough. I opened my eyes,
and it was Kris.
Shit. Oh shit, oh shit ohshitohshitohshi-
Kris just..laughed, with an astonished, if cocky, grin on his face. "What? Go ahead, don't stop on my account."
"H-how..?!?" I hadn't even noticed him open the door and come in, let alone how he managed it. All he did was dangle a keyring in his hand in response; turns out, he kept a set of keys for every door in his house. He put them in his pocket before snatching me up in his arms; those well-toned arms. He didn't even let me get dressed, he just picked me up while my dick was hanging out like a maypole and my cargo jeans were around my ankles. I was still dazed, but kept a cool-enough head to keep asking him shit. "Wh-where're you taking me..? I..I-"
"Shhhh...." Kris petted me on the head, ruffling my hair.
"B-but-" I wanted to keep protesting, but something in me just gave in. I was just laying back into his arms, as he carried me to his bedroom; probably the only really decorated spot in the entire house, it had his video camera, a bunch of consoles, posters, the whole nine yards. My heart was thumping, because out of the entire time I knew him, I knew that hardly _anyone _was ever allowed in there. He softly put me on his bed, which he kept in a very neat order, and started giving me that..that grin. That predatory grin. It was the first time I ever saw him like that, staring at me like a calculating hunter would eyeball his prey. I just laid there, stiff in more than just a single bodily sense, wondering what he'd do next.
"The party died down while you were having fun," he said as he rummaged through his drawers for something. He seemed so casual about it; he must've had quite a lot of experience, or he didn't think much of sex. Even though, at the time, adolescent me didn't really know what he was doing, at first; all I could bring myself to think of was how drafty the air was against my throbbing dick. Then Kris started undressing..and my brain came back to speed with the reality of the situation, especially once he pulled out a pair of condoms.
"Wh-wha-woah, woah woah woah!" I instantly began to protest. "I-I never agreed to anything!"
Kris rolled his eyes, tearing open the packets. "Really, you didn't have to...when I find somebody jerking off inside my bathroom after sucking face like a starving lamprey, I don't think I'd have to ask." He was reading me like a book; those subtle movements, circling around the bed like a waiting predator. He gave me that devious smile again, his voice slightly condescending. "Or am I wrong? Maybe you're just really into bathroom fixtures."
"Sh-shut up.." I weakly countered. He threw a condom to me, and it landed on my snout.
"Put that one on. I don't want to make a mess of my sheets tonight." He treated it like it was all so normal...it almost felt like it was rubbing off on me, too, as I took a second to stare at the condom and try to slip it onto my erect member. I slipped it on, but had trouble trying to slide it over my knot; it didn't help the condom was far too big for me anyway. Kris groaned at my clumsy attempts, and did it himself, folding it back some and sliding it down smoothly so that it remained firmly on my smallish cock. "I swear, you are hopeless," he teased.
"I-I don't-" Before I could speak up again, he was atop me; I could see his genital slit parting out, and that ridged cock sliding into view. He slid his own condom onto it, a snug fit from the get-go. It was almost too small for him. I swallowed hard; my heart began to feel like it was about to tear itself from my chest. A familiar yearn to escape began to surface, held back by my paralyzed form. I stared at him, fearfully.
"Burnie." His smile was less predatory, and more sincere as he spoke that time. "You don't have to keep being coy around me. All those car rides that I'd see you eye-humping me from the passenger seat; how you get so rapt with attention when I speak, even when it's just small talk; that weird shit while we were reading the play lines. Not to mention, Hanna would never stop gushing about you over the phone..."
That bitch! _Rang my thoughts. And _there was her ulterior motive.
"I didn't want to bring it up, because I was waiting for you to be ready to tell me yourself. Though, seems you might need a push after all.." He softly ruffled my hair again, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I couldn't stop blushing, no matter how hard I tried. He was good. Really fucking good. "I'm not gonna hurt you, not like those other assholes did before. You're safe with me..but," he punctuated, his face becoming more disappointed, "if you don't feel comfortable, just say so. And I'll leave you be."
"I..." I was at a precipice. A crossroads, you might say. I was speechless, unable to comply with him. I tried to gather every last ounce of confidence I could in that space, taking in a sharp breath. And when I spoke, it just all..spewed out.
"I like you! I really, really like you! I mean, I really fucking love you, a lot! You're just so cool, and smart, and nice, and I just want to be with you, and I'm always so nervous when we talk, that I might embarrass myself in front of you, or that I might fuck up and make things awkward, but I always do, and it stinks, because I feel like you're judging, just like it feels like everyone's judging me, and I just can't take that feeling, it's like I'm about to explode, and-"
"Burnie," came a deadpan tone from Kris, immediately cutting my babbling short. "Take a breath. A simple 'Yes' or 'No' will suffice."
"You..you must really think I'm a dork, huh?" I asked with a giggle.
"Hmm...yeah. Total dork." He chuckled, and stroked the side of my face. That grin came back...it made me shiver in anticipation. "I'll let you in on a little secret though.." He leaned in close, as did that warm tip pressing close against my rear. "They're my favorite kind...."
One of his legs gently tugged away my cargoes, taking them and my boxers and sliding them to crumple into a heap on the floor. His hands ran across my chest, moving up and slowly taking that silly t-shirt off of me. He tossed it with the rest of our clothes, and for the first time I really began to feel that muscled body against my own softer, smaller frame. I may never be able to describe that primal feeling that welled up in me; that subtle but complete desire to give myself to him. It started as a spark, but lit into a white-hot fire, burning in my loins and in the back of my skull, as I felt his hot breath roll over my neck. He leaned in, softly biting at it, and I let him; I simply slumped my head to the side on instinct, allowing him free reign of my neck to be assaulted with nibbles and kisses. "F-fuck me..." I mewled.
"I haven't heard a 'Yes' yet," He reminded, his voice carrying a lustful growl.
"Y-yes, please yes!" My whole body felt numb and waiting, giving into that yearn to surrender myself. All at once, I felt that hot-blooded tip prodding softly at my experienced rear. It was tempting, teasing, making me want to ram myself against it in a desperate need to feel it inside me. Those caresses against my arm, soft strokes at my fur, it just made me want him even more. Kris was playing me like a goddamn fiddle, and I loved every second of it.
"I may not even need lube for you," teased Kris, prodding against my moistening backside. I let out a gasp as that tip finally started to push inward, but stopped just at half an inch in. Kris' hand pulled my head to face him. I saw something...possessive in his eyes. Something that subtly spoke to my brain, telling it that I belong to him. _"_How long do you think it'll take to make you moan?" Damn, he was good; not even seconds after he said it, I was already letting out a soft little squeal, trying to coax more of that ridged cock deep into me.
"P-please..." I begged.
"Please what?" He asked in a mocking tone.
"P..pl-please f-fuck me..." I was trying so hard, bless my little soul, as that scent, that dominant presence, overpowered me.
"I'm sorry...I couldn't quite hear you.." I realized how different Kris was like in such an intimate moment; still as confident, but not afraid to take what he wanted....and he wanted me. He had me. And I knew it, I wanted to be his. He shoved himself firmly in, getting a good inch more nestling snugly in my pliant asshole.
"A-AAAH!" I didn't shout out of pain; you'd be surprised, even when he's at his rougher moments, he was still incredibly patient with me. He wasn't looking to ruin me from the get-go, like the Varsity team did, no. He wanted me, but he also wanted me to be enjoying myself. I cried out in pleasure, a desperate pleasure that overtook my rational mind. "PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!"
My ass squeezed against him tightly as, when I screamed out, he shoved the rest of himself in with one smooth push. I could feel his knot slap against the bridge of my tail as every inch glided in like it was meant to be there. I couldn't tell if it was my submissive body yielding to him, or all that training with the dildo paying off. It was a thought discarded, though, as just as soon as he went in, he pulled back out. And there was that familiar sensation; the cold, seeping in, where a forbidden warmth once resided. This one was different; it was a more bestial sensation, the absence of something that made me feel whole. I needed it. I needed _him._Before he even so much as finished with the second stroke in, I was already cumming, my own pulsing cock pitifully drooling into the condom worn atop it. It fell limp against my chest as I was laid back-first against the bedding, the already larger condom sagging even more on me. I was moaning, and panting, all while Kris never broke a sweat. "Don't have too much fun down there," I remember hearing him say. It was all just second-nature to him, he didn't even sound all that enthused. "I haven't even gotten started yet, and you're already creaming yourself.."
He steadily picked his pace up. I could feel in my bones as he did, gentle tugs and thumps against my willing and eager ass, feeling every ridge sink into my flesh and forcing me open to mold against them, feeling my insides ripple alongside them in a beautiful feeling of fullness. He wasn't as thick as the dildo, but he didn't need to be; just that feeling of his tip prodding against my prostate was enough to drive me wild. I bucked what little I could against him, all while I felt an unfamiliar rush to my gonads again; I hit a second wind, albeit a weak one. It wasn't even worth calling an orgasm; it was a weak dribble of my cum seeping from my limp cock into the condom. It was strange, but it felt...better. It felt incredible, really. Because not long after that one, I felt another. And another. It was just weak spurt after spurt, as my body was accepting its place as Beta beneath that powerful, sturdy frame. Kris was like an Adonis compared to me, even if he wasn't all that muscled. He kept getting faster....faster...faster..I could feel his hips slapping wetly against mine with strong force after a while. My loins became numb with pleasure as I kept cumming meekly, all while Kris never so once as broke once. He was on-edge, though; I could see it in his eyes, as he gazed at me longingly. It wasn't long before...
"G-gonna.....rrrnnnnnngghh!"
He slammed down hard, that knot slipping into me with the greatest of ease. It didn't make it any less gargantuan, though; My ass squeezed against it as I felt his condom ballooning against my prostate, those mating juices warming my insides with his dominant humps thrusts against me. I came even harder than the last few times, but it was still pretty weak regardless. "A-aaah! Ooooooooaaaahh...." He cut my moaning short as he dived in for a kiss; this one, truly, was the romantic one. It wasn't sloppy, or impulsive, but instead smooth and almost rehearsed. I followed along, my tongue brushing over his as our lips met, and my mind swooned. He kept me pinned down against the bed so firmly, as those smooth rivulets bounced against the expanding latex and heated me up inside in such a delicious way. As he broke the kiss, I was a delirious wreck; smiling absent-mindedly, with my tongue flopped to the side.
It was better than I ever imagined. And it still wasn't over.
He pulled back out suddenly, that possessive stare coming back. He took the filled condom, and slid it off, tying it at the end and throwing it to the side. It was a sizable amount; it was expanded to roughly the size of a golf ball. He reached for his drawer next to me, and pulled out yet another condom. My dazed eyes went wide, and he chuckled. "Come on, don't tell me you're tired already? Where's that can-do attitude? Or did I fuck it out of you?"
That blush came back. I couldn't reply. I was still trapped in a sex-induced trance, half-in and half-out. I felt like I was a passenger, a spectator to watching somebody that looked like myself getting fucked; I was that out of it. I meagerly nodded along, unsure to what I even agreed to, but Kris was quick to alleviate that need to think.
"Good. Because we're gonna be here a while..."
The night was young, and so were we. I couldn't keep up with all that fucking; Kris was just way too much for me. But my body willfully obliged, and the most I could remember was being taken a good rutting-to as Kris mated me for maybe an hour, 2...I lost track. The only thing I remember the most vividly..were my own moans and screams. Kris didn't stop until maybe 4 or 5 condoms worth of his cum were filled; it was hard to count when my head was swimming around with more sex on the brain than those condoms had of Kris' sperm. As for me, I was probably down and out a pretty short ways in...
Definitely the best night of my life.
I vaguely remember waking up the next morning; nothing hurt, but hot damn was everything sore. In a good way, mind you. I woke up butt-naked, obviously, but tucked underneath Kris' sheets, resting peacefully. He was already awake, looking at me with hungry eyes as I awoke. "You sleep well there, princess?"
"What..that my new pet-name or something?" I was feeling surprisingly casual with Kris after all of that; I guess getting 31 flavors of stupid fucked out of you by a cute guy tends to jade you out a little.
"It could be...but damn, were you good last night." He was half-dressed, still getting a short-sleeved shirt on, and tossed me my clothes from last night. "Probably a better fuck than your sister."
Yep, that got immediately awkward.
"Oh, uh, well, still." His expression was, for the most part, apologetic, even if he didn't say it. "But yeah, you're definitely gonna need to call in sick today. Doubt math'll be an easy thing to focus on when you can barely move, am I right?"
"Oh, you..." I got myself up to the best of my ability, getting into my clothes, before realization dawned on me. "Oh fuck....I should've been home by 10 yesterday..."
"Huh. Guess I sort of overdid it..." Kris stood there looking a bit guilty, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, on the bright side, you're getting home at 10....AM..."
I groaned in frustration; I really wanted to hate him right then, but he was too damn cute. I bro-punched him on the shoulder, whining at the soreness in my arm, and headed out with him towards his truck.
I got no lack of harsh words when I got home that morning; my siblings and my parents were all seriously pissed with me. Not only did I miss school, but left them wondering where it is I even went that entire night without so much as a call back. A part of me honestly couldn't care; my thoughts were still on Kris. That night of love-making. He was a natural...and I knew it wouldn't be our last. Over time, I found myself to be right; I'd make an excuse to find my way over there on the slower weekends, and me and Kris would relax, have fun...and of course, 'have fun.' It was a somewhat healthy relationship; not necessarily dating, but we got very comfortable around one another, to an almost brotherly degree. And whenever he'd lead me by the hand to his room, I knew I'd be in for a treat. Around him, I could let out my true feelings; that yearn, that need, to be dominated. To be all his, and him all mine. I loved it, I loved him, and I loved our time spent together, no matter what it was.
So, that's it then, right? I get the cute guy, happily ever after, end of story...right? Well....