Tommy - Halloween

My first college Halloween party was going to be epic. My ex-girlfriend was going to be there, which kind of sucked, but my new best friend Miguel was adamant that we were going to kill at this party with our costumes, and the bitches were going to be all over us. Which was great because my roommate is a shut-in and makes it impossible for me to get privacy to jerk off.

I met up with Miguel at the food hall for breakfast, and then we went to his dorm to play his new PlayStation 2. There, we smoked some weed and saw who could get the most stars without getting killed by the police.

“Man, this is bullshit,” he tossed the controller at me after dying with only three stars.

“You suck, bro,” I laughed, picking up the controller.

“You only win because you’re white,” he laughed, loading more weed into his bong.

“Bro, the character isn’t white,” I laughed, starting my turn.

“Yeah, but he acts white when you’re driving,” he mocked an uptight person driving with their hands at ten and two on the steering wheel, then laughed and took a rip from the bong.

“Whatever, man, you’re just jealous because I’m awesome, and you can’t drive to save your life.” I shrugged and played my turn. Getting four stars this time, and then my car caught fire, and I had to bail out, shot dead before I could get into another one. “Fuck.”

“Give it here, pussy,” he smirked and traded me the bong for the controller.

After a few more rounds, his roommate returned from his morning shift as a waiter at the IHOP.

“What the fuck are you guys doing? You can smell the weed all down the hall; you’re gonna get us caught,” he grumbled, pulling off his polo shirt and exposing his runner's body.

“Want some?” I asked, handing him the lighter.

“Fuck, yeah, ok, but turn the fan on and put it in the window; you guys know the RA hates me already,” Brandon said, pulling his longer hair back and putting it into a loose ponytail.

Miguel laughed, “Only because you stopped sucking his dick.”

Brandon gave him the finger and then blew out a cloud of smoke.

Miguel pretended to grab the middle finger and put it in his pocket, “Maybe later; you know I get horny when I smoke,” he winked.

I can never tell how much of their flirting is genuine and how much is just Miguel being Miguel. I know Brandon is gay, but I’ve only ever seen Miguel date women and talk about having sex with women.

I took another rip from the bong, already feeling good, I didn’t need another, but I did it anyway. I get a little social anxiety when we all go out to a party, and the weed helps.

After a few more rounds, which I won, Brandon stripped down to his underwear, a pair of black briefs with a white waistband. I have to admit, he is in great shape, and the basket on his underwear looks impressive. I’m not gay, but I can admit when a guy is hot, Brandon is definitely model material. I mean, I’m in good shape, well, skinny-fit, but Brandon has eight visible abs, and his pecs are perfectly squared off, not an ounce of fat on him. If I flex, you can see a six-pack, but not the way Miguel and Brandon have naturally visible abs.

“Did you guys decide what you’re wearing to Vicky’s party?” Brandon turned and looked at me.

“Yeah, well, I’m going as Chucky, and Tommy is going as Powerline from A Goofy Movie,” Miguel jumped in.

“Chucky isn’t a Disney character. Vicky will cut you if you don’t show up as a Disney character, and you know it,” Brandon shot back. “Also, Tommy is a little too white to play Powerline, don’t you think?”

Miguel laughed, “Yeah, I was thinking that but what else can he go as?”

Brandon put a hand on his hip. “Hmm, let me think. " He walked over to his closet, sliding one hanger after the next, whispering “no” with each one. Then he pulled out a vest and held it up. “How about Aladdin?”

“No,” I said, a knee-jerk reaction to the idea of my stomach being on display all night.

“Yes, it’s perfect. You go as Aladin, and I’ll do the Powerline costume,” Miguel chimed in. “Do you have the white parachute pants?” he asked Brandon.

“No, but I have this,” he said, pulling out a white top sheet from a stack of blankets. “I can make this into parachute pants for you,” he said, all excited.

“Ugh, fine, but don’t make me look like a jackass,” I warned him.

“Oh, stop,” he cocked his head as if he was offended by the idea. Then he pulled on a pair of red velvet short shorts. “Take off your shirt and pants, he said.”

I rolled my eyes, pulled my shirt off, and stood, undoing my belt and jeans, letting them drop to the floor. I kept on my socks and boxer briefs.

“Hmm, no, you can’t wear those,” he said, turning back to his dresser.

I pulled off my socks and, putting them on my clothes pile, turned back to see Brandon holding a pair of white bikini briefs. “No,” I said, deadpan.

“Tommy, you can’t wear black boxers under the white sheet; everyone will see them right through the material,” he chuckled.

“I’m not wearing those,” I shrugged.

“Ugh, Miguel, do you have any white boxers?” Brandon cocked his head like I was being a baby.

“I don’t think so,” he chuckled, getting up to look in his underwear drawer. “Nah, the only white underwear I have is this,” he held up a jockstrap.

Brandon and I both laughed.

Brandon grabbed the jockstrap from Miguel and held up both options for me. I gave him the stink eye and grabbed the bikini briefs, shaking my head.

“Oh, calm down, straight boys are so dramatic,” he huffed, grabbing a white sash from a fluffy robe in his closet.

I turned my back to both of them, quickly slipped off my boxers, and pulled on the briefs. Okay, these are surprisingly comfortable. I caught myself in the mirror, and it might be the weed, but I look pretty good. Then I noticed Brandon checking me out in the mirror and quickly gave him my full attention. He looked me up and down, giving my basket a little bit longer of a glance than the rest of my body.

“Mmm, I never noticed how hot you are,” he smirked.

I chuckled.

Miguel was stripping down to get ready too, and with his back turned, added, “Don’t suck him off too. I can’t have you ruining my friendship with Tommy like you did with the RA,” he chuckled.

Brandon rolled his eyes, “I don’t suck guys off who don’t kiss me with tongue, Miguel,” he said in a very sassy tone.

The words made me blush as Brandon dropped to his knees right in front of me. The action made my mind wander, and for a second, I thought maybe he was going to suck me off, and I felt the blood start to rush to my dick in anticipation. Thankfully, he wrapped the sheet around me, and it hid my growing bulge before he could see it.

The forceful way he wrapped the sheet around me and my legs and then used the sash as a belt distracted my mind enough that my dick stopped swelling. It only took Brandon a few minutes, and I am impressed with how accurate the pants look. He gave me the vest, which was bluer than purple, but it worked.

“Hmm…still needs something…” he went into the closet, pulled out a yellowish-goldish scarf, tied it around my waist, and knotted it in the back. He tucked it in and over the pants he made, and I swear I felt his hand brush over my dick as he did. “There, that looks great; now let me do your hair.”

I looked at Miguel, who was only wearing the yellow tights I bought. The outline of his boxer briefs chunking at mid-thigh was clearly visible.

“No,” Brandon shook his head, “Absolutely no.” He went over to the dresser and pulled the jock strap off the top, wear this instead of the boxers, then you won’t have any lines, and your dick will look bigger.” He tossed it at Miguel.

Unlike me, Miguel didn’t protest and stripped down right in front of us both. His dark, long, Latino dick was on full display for the ten seconds it took him to swap underwear. I didn’t have time to look away, or maybe I chose not to. I don’t know; I’m kinda high. I can’t help but stare as Miguel adjusts his dick in the small pouch of the jockstrap; again, I feel blood rushing to my dick. This time, I look away and go straight for the bong. Taking another rip and trying to ignore the question running through my head, “Why?”

We stroll up to the party a half hour later. It was chilly out, but Brandon wouldn’t let me wear a jacket over my vest since his Mickey Mouse costume was just a pair of skimpy red shorts and Mickey ears.

We all had a few drinks, and at some point, I saw Brandon against a wall with a guy dressed as Prince Eric grinding against him as they kissed. I guess that guy is getting a blow job tonight, I snickered to myself. Then my mind wandered to the age-old question of whether guys give better head than girls? Also, more importantly, does Brandon want to give me head?

I sipped my beer and watched Brandon make out with Prince Eric, and then his eyes opened, and he was suddenly staring at me while his tongue was in that guy's mouth; it both made me uncomfortable and somehow turned me on at the same time. I looked away quickly and went to refill my bear.

Miguel was leaning into some girl dressed as Tinker Bell, so I wasn’t going to bother him. I didn’t really know anyone else here, though. So I refilled my cup and went to a spot in the living room where it was a little darker. The music was loud, and I could ignore the fact that I was alone at a party.

“Aladdin, right?”

I had been leaning against the wall with my eyes closed, listening to Eminem’s “Lose Yourself,” and realized I was the Aladdin this guy was talking about. I opened my eyes to see a guy wearing a pair of red briefs and completely painted head to toe in blue paint, with gold cuffs on his wrists. I chuckled, “Genie?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d recognize me after all these years,” he grinned.

I scanned his body again; the blue paint was fading in areas that moved like his inner elbows, his palms, where his neck meets his jaw, and the line where his waistband rubbed on his abdomen, along with the lines from the elastic leg holes of the briefs. I wonder if he painted his dick blue? I giggled at the thought of a Smurf dick. “How could I forget you changed my life,” I played into his game.

He smiled at me, “You’re here with Brandon, right?”

I nodded, “Yeah, he’s friends with my roommate.” I laughed, “I’m friends with his roommate,” I scanned the room and pointed to “Powerline.”

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I just assumed you were one of Brandon’s boys." His grin grew, and his eyes met mine with a vibe I’d never felt.

Is he flirting with me? I looked in the direction where Brandon was, then looked back at this mostly naked blue man. “Well, Brandon doesn’t give out blow jobs unless you’re willing to kiss with tongue, apparently,” I shrugged, mostly joking.

He laughed, “So, you’re not one of his boys?” His hand made its way to my exposed waist, his warm fingers wrapping around the back, his thumb gently rubbing my hip.

“Umm,” I giggled, “No, I’m…” I wanted to say straight, but the word wouldn’t come out. Probably because the slightest touch from this guy and my dick was starting to stretch out the bikini briefs that are usually home to Brandon’d dick, and that thought was also making me hard. What is wrong with me?

“So you don’t like to kiss?” His eyes darted between my lips and my eyes as his other hand made its way to my waist.

I chuckled. “I…I was just saying, I’ve never had a blowjob from Brandon,” I shrugged.

He smiled and leaned in slowly; my heart went into panic mode, beating so fast I’m sure he felt it in my hips. Instead of shoving him away, though, my eyes closed, and I waited for the warmth of his lips to touch mine, and they did. Shockingly, it wasn’t gross, I…I kind of liked it. I pushed back and got more of his lips as we kissed. He pushed my hips against the wall and held me tight as his tongue went across my lips, parting them gently, and it snaked its way into my mouth. I couldn’t think; everything was happening too fast, but I was really enjoying it.

He broke the kiss, leaned in, and whispered into my ear, “Let’s go up to my room. " Then he grabbed my hand and pulled.

“Your what?”

“My room,” he said, seeing the confusion on my face. I live here; I’m Vicky’s roommate. " He chuckled, still pulling my arm.

I followed him through the darkened hallway to the stairs, my feet connecting with the back of each step as I was towed up the flight. Then we went into the first door on the right. He locked the door behind me and quickly pulled me over towards his bed.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I mumbled as Genie was trying to figure out how to untangle the sheet made into pants around my waist.

He looked up at me, “You’re not trying to give me blue-balls, are you?” He grinned.

I looked down at his blue body, “No, I just, I’ve never…”

“Oh,” he realized what I was getting at. He slid his hand up my body and back down, “Well…we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he looked into my eyes. “You could let me blow you?”

“Hmmm, that sounds kinda nice,” I said, feeling a little more comfortable with the situation.

“Then we can go from there,” he said, again pulling at the sheet.

I felt the sash holding the entire thing to my waist pull loose, the fabric pooling at my ankles. Genie looked at my white bikini briefs and then up to my face with a knowing look. He started rubbing my balls through the fabric, my dick quickly growing hard and needing freedom from the cotton jail cell.

He teased me and drove me nuts as he kept me in the briefs and sucked my inner thigh, rubbed my crotch, ran his hands up my abs then down my crotch, sent his hands up my thighs and into the back of the leg holes of the underwear and squeezed my ass cheeks, getting a moan from me as a wet spot started to form at the tip of my cock in the underwear.

“Fuck, man,” I groaned, putting my hand on the back of his head and pulling his face to my crotch, participating in this experience for the first time since we stopped kissing.

He grinned and rubbed his face all over my crotch, hooking his fingers into the waistband, opening his mouth wide to gnaw on my dick through the fabric one last time before he pulled the briefs down, and my dick sprang free, whacking him in the face. He took me into his mouth without hesitation, and I let out a moan. No woman has ever taken my dick straight into her throat like this. I’m only 6” cut, but women always treat it like it’s a massive anaconda. This guy knew what he was doing, and what he was doing was bringing me quickly to the edge of orgasm.

“That feels so good,” I grumbled, running my fingers through his hair, which had been gelled back for the costume. I started humping my dick deeper into his mouth, in tune with his sucking. “Fuck, so good,” I was feeling my balls churn, that familiar feeling that I was about to unload into Genie’s mouth.

Then, he quickly pulled off altogether.

“Mmm…ugh,” I groaned, feeling my balls retract and painfully stop themselves from ejaculating.

“Lay down on the bed,” he told me.

I nodded, sitting down on the edge, then laying back and slowly stroking my cock. He got off his knees and yanked his red briefs down; his white skin held the shape of the underwear like a tan line; his hard dick was pointing straight out at me, and all I could say was, “Wow,” which made him grin. I had never seen another guy hard in real life. His dick looked to be at least an inch bigger than mine and definitely thicker.

He quickly dropped back down to his knees next to the bed, spreading my legs and running his hands up my thighs to my crotch. I closed my eyes and waited for his mouth to return to my dick, but instead, he started sucking my balls.

“Mmmm,” I had never had a girl do this before, fuck it feels good. He sucked one ball, then the next, then back a little harder this time. “Ahh, fuck,” I groaned, not pushing him off but flaring my legs out and crunching my abs as the painful pleasure rushed through my body. He pushed my legs up onto the bed and started tongue bathing my balls, then my taint, then, “Oh my God,” his tongue licked my ass hole. This was blowing my mind. “Mmm, yes,” I moaned, hooking my hands under my knees, pulling my legs up so he could get better access. “That feels…oh man,” my mouth grasped for any words that made sense as he licked and pushed his tongue into my hole.

He did this thing where he would eat my ass for a few minutes, then suck my dick to the edge of orgasm; then he’d leave my cock dripping precum and return to rimming me. I was going insane with the need to blow my load, but every time I reached for my dick, he pushed my hands away and teased me some more with his mouth in the most remarkable ways. Ways I’m sure I have never pleasured a woman. He was indeed a magical Genie.

I heard him spit on my hole and rub it in with a finger; then his finger started to push in; this was foreign and weird and uncomfortable, and it forced me to groan. His mouth returned to my cock, and he managed to find a way to suck my dick while gently stretching my hole with his finger so that I could get a new pleasure from that. I’m not sure if he’s a Genie or a God, but fuck, he seemed to know all the ways to make me feel good, and there’s no way in hell, “Ahh,” he pushed a second finger into me, and my hole clenched down hard.

He dropped my dick from his mouth, “Just relax; I promise it will feel good when you relax,” he said and took right back to sucking my dick.

He was right; after a few minutes, the shock wore off, and it did feel good. I had never thought about fingering myself before or playing with my ass at all, but holy shit, I was coming undone. Thrashing around on Genie’s bed as he finger fucked me and gave me the most incredible blow job. Fuck, I felt my balls churning again. I almost didn’t want this to end, I wanted it to last forever, but I’m getting really fucking close. I lift my hips a little, rocking onto his wiggling fingers, pushing my cock into his throat. Moaning quietly.

I was about to warn him that I was about to cum when he pulled off and pulled his fingers out of my hole. I heard him rummage around under his bed with one hand as the other held tight to my thigh. Then the sound of a cap popping open, and a second later, his finger was pushing cold lube into my ass hole—one finger, then the second, and then uncomfortably, a third. “Ahh, shit, that’s too much,” I groaned.

“You’re ok; I know what I’m doing,” he said with a cocky confidence. He kept his fingers inside me for a few minutes, gently wiggling, pulling at my hole, and stretching my sphincter in a way that, against all my instincts, was feeling incredibly good.

He came up and kissed me again, spreading my legs, and it pushed me further towards the middle of the bed, one knee at each side of my hips, my legs having no choice but to straddle his thighs as his tongue wrestled with mine and we moaned and inhaled each other. I felt his cock slide down my taint and into my crack; it was slick with lube, so it slid easily over my oiled hole. He isn’t trying to fuck me…is he?

We continued to make out, his hands roaming all over my body, he humped into me, rocking his hips up and down, moaning into my mouth as the head of his cock slid across my hole again, and he added more pressure this time. Again and again, adding more pressure each time. Then I felt his hand move between us, gripping his cock, then guiding it up and down my crack until he felt the divot of my hole and pushed, hard, so hard my tight pucker gave way to his slick cock head, and if his tongue weren’t in my mouth, I would’ve screamed from the intrusion and the intense, fiery pain that came with it.

I pushed on his shoulders, forcing our kiss to break; I sucked in some air, “Ungh, fuck, no, that’s…it’s too big, I can’t, ungh,” I grunted as he looked into my eyes, the dim light softened his blue features.

He smiled at me, “Just relax. It’ll feel so good in a minute.” He kissed my neck.

“Ungh, fuck, it hurts, man,” I groaned, trying not to be a little bitch.

He kissed me on the lips quickly and groaned, “Let me just push in all the way, and if you still don’t like it, I’ll pull out, ok?”

“Ah..fuck, ok,” I grunted, feeling another inch push into me. I let Genie kiss my neck and across to the other side, where he sucked my neck hard, then up back to my lips, pushing in another inch as he did. Then he pulled out and pushed back in. My hole started to relax as he continued to repeat the movement. Feeling a little better until he pushed another inch into me, and the thick middle section of his cock stretched my hole more than his three fingers had.

I hissed and inhaled sharply, “Fu…sh…ahh, man, you gotta pull out,” I groaned.

“I’m not all the way in yet, you promised,” He licked my ear.

Fuck, I did promise, “Ah, ok, just…fuck, ungh, be gentle,” I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the way he licked and kissed my neck. The day’s worth of growth on his chin gently scratching my skin was a new feeling that I was really enjoying.

He kept pulling his cock out and gently pushing in, never pushing all the way in. As my ass relaxed, I realized he had been fucking me for a few minutes and never bottomed out. He found a loophole to stay in my hole, and fuck…I was starting to enjoy getting fucked. Oh fuck, “Are you wearing a condom?”

“No,” he kissed my chin, thrusting up into me again; this time I could feel his pubes brushing my ass.

“Mmm…you should be wearing a condom,” I felt him twitch inside me.

“I’m not even fucking you. Do you want me to fuck you?” He licked my lips and thrust his hips.

I didn’t know how to answer that question, but it was starting to feel good, and fuck, I’m so horny, “Mmm, yeah,” I nodded.

He thrust deep into me, his hips finally pressed against my ass, all of his cock inside me. We both moan from the feeling. He pulled out a little, then thrust back into that spot, and we both moaned again. The stretching of my insides felt so good; the way he kissed me while fucking me felt so good. His muscular body felt so good in my hands. “Mmmm, fuck,” his cock pulled out pretty far and pushed in hard, hitting my prostate and igniting something inside me that blinded me with pleasure. “Fuck, that feels good,” I moaned.

“Your ass is so tight,” he nibbled my shoulder as he thrust deeper into me.

“Fuck, are you going to…ungh, you should,” he thrust into me hard, “Mmm, fuck, just don’t cum in me, ok?”

He kissed me, thrusting into me faster and harder. “Jesus, you’re ass is so good,” he held me tight and thrust harder into me, hitting deeper inside me.

After a few more minutes of thrusting, his hips slowed, pulling out almost all the way and then slowly pushing all the way in, again and again, and then he thrust hard and fast. He kissed me hard, his hips only separating from my ass by an inch and slamming back into me a few times, and then I felt his cock swell inside me, pulsing, slamming, a sharp inhale as he kissed me and then a warmth deep in my guts. He twitched and broke our kiss, grunting as his cock throbbed inside me. “Fu…ck,” he collapsed onto me, catching his breath. Then he chuckled, “Fuck,” he huffed, “that felt good.”

“Did…did you cum in me?” I felt my heart beating faster than the thumping music from downstairs.

“Huh…yeah, shit, I…” he pushed himself up, our sticky sweat peeling our skin apart, “it just happened; I lost control, man, sorry. I usually have way better control,” he confessed, still holding his dick inside me as he pushed himself up off of me. Then he started stroking my dick, which was still mostly hard, and quickly went diamond hard.

“Mmm,” I closed my eyes, forgetting my concerns, and focused on the pleasure. He rocked his hips, his softening cock gliding deeper into my hole after almost being pushed out by my tightening hole. “Mmmm fuck, that feels good,” I moaned. He thrust again; his cock felt so slick inside me, so fucking good. I felt my balls tightening; this time, he pounded my dick instead of backing off, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I warned. My balls tightened, my abs tightened, and I shot rope after rope of cum onto my torso as I groaned and felt my prostate swelling and getting pressure from his dick as my hole clamped down on him. “Fuck, ungh,” I grunted as the next couple of ropes ejected from my balls onto my stomach. He kept stroking me through my orgasm, another thing girls don’t do, making sure he got every last drop out of my cock until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and gently pulled his hand from my softening cock.

He pulled his dick from my ass gently, and I felt my sphincter clench shut. He got up and grabbed a t-shirt, wiping the cum off his dick, then gave me the shirt to wipe my cum off myself. I sat up, and he turned on a lamp. Most of his blue body paint was smeared from our sex. My head was spinning, and I felt very awkward. I found Brandon’s underwear, pulling them on quickly; they felt tighter than before. Then I wrapped the sheet around my waist a few times, looking more like a skirt than pants, using the sash to tighten it to my waist so it didn’t fall.

I walked to the door and unlocked it, “Umm…thanks,” was all I could say before running downstairs and finding no one I knew. I decided I needed to leave.

I ran all the way back to my dorm, remembering all of my stuff was at Miguel’s dorm. I walked to their dorm in the chilly October air, feeling a little better now that I had gotten the nervous energy out of me. Luckily, as I walked up to their building, I saw a drunk Brandon in pajama pants and no top kissing goodbye to the guy I saw him making out with at the party earlier.

“Well, well, well, look who’s covered in blue paint and like he had a good night?” He grinned at me.

“Can you let me up to get my stuff?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, just tired,” I told him.

“Well…Miguel went home with Tinker Bell if you want to crash in his bed,” he offered as we waited on the elevator.

“That would be nice, actually,” I told him.

We got into his dorm room, and I took off the sheet and handed it to him. He grinned at me in the blue vest and white bikini briefs.

“Damn, if I didn’t know that blue paint came from Vicky’s roommate, I’d make a move on you dressed like that,” he chuckled.

Oddly, this made me feel a little better. I took off the vest and handed it to him. “Thanks for loaning that to me,” I said, turning and climbing into Miguel's bed.

“Is this, is this cum?” He snickered, rubbing a splotch on the vest I hadn’t noticed.

I felt myself in that weird state between drunk and half asleep and laughed, “Yeah, but don’t worry, it’s my cum.”

His face scrunched up, and he tossed it into the clothes bin, “I’m getting that cleaned in the morning.”

“Do you want your underwear?” I reached below the blanket to slip them off.

“No, tell you what, you wear those tonight and toss them in the bin in the morning when you shower off all that blue paint.” He flicked off the light and got into bed.

“Hey, Brandon,” I said after a minute of silence.

“Yeah?” He mumbled from his side of the room.

“I had sex with a guy tonight,” I confessed.

“I know,” he chuckled, “I’m proud of you.”

There was a bit more silence.

“Are you ok?” He asked.

“I think so,” I mumbled.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Not tonight,” I rolled over.

“Ok,” he said, rolling towards the wall.

“Good night,” I said.

He chuckled, “Good night, Tommy.”

Then, I drifted off into a deep sleep.