Liam's Mistake

The tires hum along the asphalt as we speed along the road, the engine pounding and thundering, filling my ears with the sweet music that only a mustang can play.  My hands on the wheel feel the horses bucking, trying to break free, wild stallions who feel the empty night road before them and want to fill it with their might and speed.  I drop into gear 5 and let them run free, watching the speedometer spin upwards 80... 90... 100.  Glancing up into the sky as I drive, I notice that the stars which were so clear only a few days ago in the country were so much dimmer as I race west along the interstate into the city.  The gleaming glass and steel towers of downtown stand above the road, silent sentinels, watching the red mustang below flash past.  Over the bridge and through the tunnel, and I'm shooting out of the city again, headed south this time.

Liam stirs in the passengers seat and blinks the sleep from his eyes.

"Where are we?" he asks groggily.

"we are heading south to a friend's house," I reply, "he's holding a party, of sorts."

"A sexy party?" Liam teases.

"Our dialogue is truly scintillating, we've all the depth of a poorly made porno.  So yes, a sexy party.  There'll be some nice people there, you'll enjoy it."

We saw the cars at the same time as we saw the house. Stretching almost half a mile from the front door, car after car was parked along the absurdly long driveway. We arrived at the house, parking in the circular drive behind two yellow mustangs.  My friends like mustangs.  They're good cars.  There were other cars as well, maybe a half dozen parked between us and the house.  House was the wrong word.  The edifice of columns of marble and vast expansive wings before us set on a golf course was not a house.  It was a mansion.  Entering through the double mahogany doors, we walked into the vast two story front hall.  I chuckled, remembering the time another friend of mine had asked upon entering, "what kind of house needs a lobby?"  The answer?  The kind of house that has a massive circular staircase descending from the lobby into a basement with a dance floor, bar, and pool table, with the usually tastefully arranged couches and tables pushed to the side.  

Despite the blaring techno music (which I despise), the flashing lights (which I abhor), and the crowd of people(whom I... actually, looking around, I like this group of people, they're a good bunch), the host finds us immediately.

"Hey-ay! Wassup?" he shouts at us, a drink in his hand and wearing sunglasses despite it being 11 at night.

"Cut the crap, Eric. It's good to see you."  I said, our hands meeting in an unnecessarily complex handshake.

"I'm glad you're here, Jack.  Who'd you bring with you?"

"This is Liam, cute little guy, isn't he?"

At this Eric laughs uproariously.  He would have laughed no matter what I said.  He breathed and sweated charisma and good feelings.  Just being in the vicinity of Eric gives people the need to party.  Well, most people. I hate parties.

"See you guys on the dance floor, nice meeting you, Liam," Eric shouts as he heads off to another group of people.  Lost in my internal commentary, i had not noticed Eric and Liam talking.  I look down at Liam, and he gives me a mischevious grin.  "C'mon, it'll be fun," he says as he tugs me into the crowd.

The writhing mass of sweaty, grinding people pressed against me as Liam pulled me into their midst.  The strobe lights flashed in time with the loud techno music, turning the world into a slowed down series of freeze frames with everyone jumping from one moment to the next. Time's usual flow seemed interrupted, slowed down somehow, despite the frenetic pace of the music and the dancing.  I had always found dancing confusing.  I was never entirely sure of what I was supposed to do, or how to stay in time with the music.  Tonight, it didn't matter.  Pressed tightly into the crowd, with Liam grinding close to me, I had no choice but to move in time with the music as green lasers flashed overhead. I admit, despite my dislike for conformity, and crowds, and dancing in general, I began to enjoy myself.  The key to dancing is to make a complete fool of yourself, and just not care.  That's always been the problem for me, my tendency to over think and analyze even the most mundane things crippled me in social situations.  Like Geoffrey said, I rarely attend parties, and when I do, I usually try to sneak out. Hell, my first time with Kevin was because I was avoiding a party.

It was one of those annoying formal affairs. My father was hosting some sort of important gathering at the club near our country estate.  It's a beautiful old rambling building, set atop a hill, surrounded by trees.  I was wearing a coat and tie, my light blue Hermes tie, come to think of it.  Milling around the crowd of people who averaged 20 years older than me, sipping their Old Fashioneds and Grand Cru Burgundy and champagne, and I was drinking sprite. My father had caught me earlier in the evening with a mimosa and had dumped it in a nearby plant. "A 15 year old boy has no need to be drinking."

I caught a glimpse of him through the crowd.  He had just walked through the door.  Dark hair, dark flashing eyes.  6'2" and from what I could tell, he looked well muscled.  He looked to be my age, maybe a little older, and was dashing in his black coat and black pants with a neatly pressed white cotton shirt and a fashionable slim black tie.  I politely excused myself from whatever pointless conversation I was muddled in with Mrs. what's-her-name-who's-husband-had-some-sort-of-business-or-political-relationship-with-my-father, and made my way across the room.  I slipped my left hand into my pocket, and found my good luck totem, giving it a quick squeeze to give me confidence.

"Hello Stranger" I greeted him.
He smiled at me and I pressed my luck.
"Come with me and we'll have a real party."

Cheesy, wasn't it? But at the time, it was the only thing I could think of, and I'll be damned if shy away from a situation just because I have no idea what I'm doing.  We left through the french doors and made our way across the stone porch.  We sneaked into the trees just out of the light, and once we passed the tree line, I pressed him against a tree.  I gently kissed him on the lips as I undid the knot of his tie, and he closed his eyes and kissed me back. It was my first kiss with a boy, and I felt my heart thundering in chest as the little voice inside me screamed "what the hell do you think your doing?"  I crushed that voice, curbstomped the little man inside me.  That's what my father referred to it as, "the little man inside each of us, who tells us that we aren't strong enough, who tells us we're too tired, who tells us we can't carryon .  Jack, whenever you hear that little man, I want you to beat him down. You're better than him, you're stronger than him. Be strong, be tough."  So, I pushed my tongue past his lips an unbuttoned his collar.  I pulled my lips from his mouth and kissed his neck as I continued unbuttoning his shirt, one button at a time, exposing his smooth, muscular chest to the night air.

I untucked his shirt from his pants and let his shirt and coat flutter around his body, his chest and hard stomach fully exposed.  I ran my hands along his sides as my trail of kisses crept lower.  My mouth reached his nipple, hard and smooth in the cold night, like a small brown pebble.  I kissed it, and then sucked it gently, licking it as I brought it into my mouth. He grabbed hold of the tree behind him for support and gasped with pleasure as I gently nibbled it, before letting go and turning to his other nipple, swirling my tongue around it as I moved my hands down his body.  I felt the crotch of his pants, felt his hard cock pressing against the fabric, and I rubbed it gently with my hand, feeling him squirm beneath my touch.

My mouth left his nipple, and I kissed his chest, then started kissing down his stomach.  My hand fumbled with his belt buckle and the button of his trousers, before finally getting his pants to fall to his ankles.  His hard cock tented his boxers as my mouth approached, kissing below his navel now.  I grabbed the waist band of his boxers with my teeth and pulled them down, letting his hard cock spring free.
"Your clothes are still on. Not fair..." he muttered.

I kissed the head of his cock and looked up at him.  "Well, I haven't exactly had the chance to take my clothes off yet, have I?"
I kissed the head of his cock again and the licked the underside of the tip lightly. His entire body shivered. I slipped my lips over his cock and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it as I pulled off.  As I sucked his cock, I quickly undid my tie and threw it and my coat off and on to the ground beside me.  I unbuttoned my shirt with one hand as the other cupped his ass, feeling his finely toned and taught muscles, pulling his cock deeper into my mouth.

I pulled my mouth off his cock, leaving a thin trail of saliva clinging to it as I did, and I pulled off his shoes, tossing them aside. Then I slipped his pants and boxers off his ankles, before rising to my feet and kissing him once more on the lips.  I wrapped my left arm around his torso and pulled him in close to me. My right hand slipped under his left thigh and lifted his leg, exposing his tight hole as he wrapped his arms around me for support.  Our chests were pressed against each other, skin on skin, our hearts beating so loud I could feel his heart beat against my chest. I'm sure he felt the same. His hard cock, slippery with my saliva, was pressed between our stomachs, and it rubbed between the two of us as I ground him into the tree.  I slipped my left hand to my pants, slipping the belt and button undone and pulling my pants and boxers down to mid-thigh length.  My hard cock pressed insistingly against him, pushing right behind his balls, looking for his hole.  I slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out a condom.  I had found it earlier that week, in it's wrapper, still not expired, and had carried it around with me as a good luck totem. Would I have had the confidence to approach him if I didn't have it? Probably not, but then again, maybe. Would I have gone as far as I did without it? Definitely not.

He broke off his kiss and whispered into my ear, "Can I be top?"  I paused.  I wanted to shout no, shove him against the tree and leave. This wasn't part of the plan, I had hunted him down, I had dragged him to the trees, I was going to fuck him.  But... he was hot, and god, I was horny.  I had played with my ass before, and loved the sensation.  Maybe I should bottom for my first time.  Surprised, I nodded, and dropped his leg down so I could tear the wrapper open with both hands.  I slipped the condom over his hard on, and turned us around so my back was against the tree. I slipped off my pants and shoes and then  I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and he cupped my ass in his hands. He lifted me up, pinning me against the tree, and I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist.  I found myself supported by the tree and his strong muscular torso.  My back hurt from being pressed against the tree and I whimpered as his hands spread my cheeks apart. A whimper that turned into a moan as the blunt tip of his hard cock pushed against my hole.  I shuddered as he pressed me against the tree, forcing the head of his cock through my hole.  My hands scratched his back and he kissed me, pressing his lips against mine to comfort me as he pushed his cock deeper inside me.  I hung limply in his arms, my face flushed and cock twitching as he plowed me.

He plunged into me again and again, thrusting his tongue between my lips, feeling and hearing me moan as he fuck me harder.  A few more hard pushes, and he paused, catching his breath. I took advantage of the pause to regain control and pushed him to the ground, straddling his waist, riding him.  Lying on top of him, with our faces only a few inches apart, I rode him hard as I felt the smooth planes of his chest beneath my palms, thumbing his nipples and trailing my fingers along his pecs. I sit up to take off my shirt and throw it aside, leaving me completely naked, impaled on his cock before I lift myself up and drop down again.  He sat up as I rode him, licking my torso from navel to chest as I bounced up and down on his hard cock. I shuddered as I felt his tongue on my skin, and he humped his hips, thrusting into me from below, matching my motions with his body.  I looked intently, deeply into his eyes, pushing him back to the ground and cuffing both his wrists pass his head with my hands, riding him harder and faster. I felt his cock deep inside me, stretching my tight hole, rubbing against my prostate, and every time it tweaked that spot, I trembled.

I leaned down with my hands pinning his wrists down to the ground, my forehead pressed against his shoulder, humping myself against his cock over and over again, feeling it twitch inside me.  I paused with him still fully inside me and whispered in his ear "Fuck me on my back."  We rolled over, my legs thrown over his shoulders, my back against the mossy ground.  He shrugged off his coat and shirt, which had somehow managed to cling to him throughout the night.  He leaned over me, thrusting deep inside me, and pinned my wrists to the ground. I looked up at his muscular torso, dappled by the moon shadows of the trees, the sweat glistening on his forehead, his eyes half-lidded and his jaw slack in pleasure as he thrust into me.

I pulled my left hand from his grip and spat into it, before forming a loose ring around my cock and jacking off in time with his thrusts.  My body trembled and all my muscles tensed. A long, thick strand of cum flew from my cock and splashed onto my face, followed by another, then another, until it finally dribbled out and pooled on my stomach. I lay there sated, my hole clenching around his cock as I came, and his body tensed. With a loud moan he plunged deep inside me and erupted, before collapsing on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside me. Our two naked bodies lay atop one another on the mossy ground between the trees and I reached up and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a long deep kiss.

Eventually, when the cum drunk stupor of sex wore off, he pulled out of me, and I winced as he did. We gathered our clothes and redressed, properly introducing ourselves to each other for the first time.  He was Kevin, and he lived on the West Coast. The reason he was here in the Northeast was our fathers were working out some absurdly complex and most likely underhanded deal that needed to be concluded in person.  As a result, his father was invited to the party, and he tagged along. He was 16 then, a year older than me.  He had dated a boy back at home, secretly, without his father's knowledge, but that had been the extent of his experience.  I refrained from sharing with him my own previous virginity.  Once we were again properly attired, we snuck back into the party, which at this point was winding down.  At the end, we went our separate ways.  I don't know how the deal between his father and mine worked out, but I have not seen him since.

I snapped my attention back to the party currently at hand. I had no idea how long we had been dancing for, or what song was playing.  Techno has always sounded the same to me.  I dragged myself out of the crowd and away from Liam to make to the bar.  An old school chum of mine was behind the bar, and I shouted my drink at him.
"A Flaming Dr. Pepper? Great choice! I'll whip one up."
"Goddamnit Owen, no.  Just a Dr. Pepper. Why doesn't anyone here besides me like soda?"
"It's a party, Jack. Loosen up."
"Just give me a Dr. Pepper."
"alright, alright. Good to see your still alive."
"same to you, Owen.  Give your mother my regards. I miss crashing her bed."
"Fuck you, Jack" he chuckled, and I flipped him the bird, laughing to myself as I did, as I left the bar.  It was good to see old friend every now and then.

I caught sight of Geoffrey across the room, and he flicked his head, giving me the sign.  Working my way from the party, I reascended the staircase and headed down the maze of halls to Eric's father office.  The summer meeting of the Evocati Cabal was about to begin.