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Confessions of a Bootlicker: College Party
When I was in college, I had the kind
of parties people write letters about. My apartment was just off
campus, far enough away not to worry about campus security, but still
close enough to walk over, or to stumble home. They were small
parties, never more than a dozen people. But that wasn't because
people didn't want to come. Small just means intimate. And intimate
was the idea, in more ways than one.
We drank at these parties. It's one of
those weird things about being under twenty-one: when you get a
chance to drink, you drink like there's no tomorrow, as if you can't
be sure you'll ever get to do it again. Even though several of my
regular guests were
twenty-one (that's how we got the booze), we all still drank like
that.
Part of it, of
course, was the drinking games. And the rules of the apartment.
Really, there was
only one rule in the apartment: No sex, unless I was intimately
involved. It was my apartment, and if there was going to be sex, it
had to be with me. Or had to include me in some way. But I'll get to
that. First, let me tell you about the drinking games.
There are a lot of
drinking games out there. You can watch a movie and drink when
certain things happen. You can listen to the Police song “Roxanne”
and take a sip when the song says either “Roxanne” or “Red
light” (not both... too much drinking if you do both), or you can
play card games or games of skill that get harder and harder the more
you drink. There's nothing wrong with that kind of game. They can be
fun, they get the job done, and they pass the time.
But
they very, very rarely lead to sex. If you want one of those
games, you have two main choices: Truth or Dare and Never Have I
Ever.
Truth or Dare has
always been a favorite game of mine, ever since that wonderful party
in high school. And I'll grant you, it was thanks to that game that I
first kissed a man, that I had my first sexual experience with a man,
and that I was first whipped bloody. But this isn't about the growth
of my bisexuality. This is about the other game.
You've probably
heard of it before. Maybe you've even played it, one way or another.
We had special rules.
Basically,
when it was your turn, you would say “Never have I ever” and then
something that you had
done. Anyone else who had done it had to drink. If you were the only
one to have done it, you had to tell the story. Or demonstrate, if it
was at all possible.
We wouldn't make
you demonstrate if you said “Never have I ever killed a man just to
watch him die.” Actually, if you said that, you probably would not
be invited to any more parties. But if you said “Never have I ever
been part of a gang bang,” and no one else drank … well, if that
happened, then we would have a gang bang. And you'd be the star.
Technically, the
game never had the requirement of being sexual. And sometimes we'd
start with things that weren't sexual. But it never took long.
One of the parties
was relatively small, but exciting. There was Jackie, the girl who
had tied me up with by own belt and whipped me with her bra while the
door of my dorm room was unlocked our freshman year. There was Kelly,
a busty and curvy plus sized red head who always wore the most
wonderful high heeled shoes and dressed like the kind of librarian
you'd hope would punish you for a late return. Then there was Meg,
the Korean girl who (forgive the stereotype) gave the best massages
you've ever had. And there was Nate, the pretty boy so flamingly gay
that fire alarms would go off if he walked too close to them. And, of
course, there was me.
Jackie started the
game. “Never have I ever,” she stuck her tongue out a little bit
when she was thinking. “Been in a fist fight. And lost.”
I
don't consider the times I was beaten up in high school as losing.
Or a fight, really. She had my complete consent. So I didn't drink.
Nate did, and so did Jackie.
“Never have I
ever gotten so drunk that I forgot where I live.” Nate and Kelly
both drank to that one.
Kelly
cleared her throat, and I knew that we were already done with the
vanilla stuff. “Never have I ever sucked the cock of someone whose
name I still don't
know.”
Kelly drank there.
So did Nate. So did I. That got a raised eyebrow from Nate.
“Never have I
ever,” I said, “Licked someone's boots clean.” Jackie shook her
head at me, knowing that was always my first answer. I wasn't sorry.
As usual, no one else had a drink. So I had to demonstrate.
Since it was her
turn next, I agreed to lick Meg's boots. So I got down on my knees
and lifted the ox blood red ankle high Doc Martens up to my mouth,
cradling her ankle in my hands, and pressed my tongue against the
leather. She smiled down at me, and refused to keep playing until I
was done.
“That doesn't
mean to do a crappy job,” she said. Nate laughed.
I slid my tongue
along the perfect curve of her insole, and she pushed her foot
against me, rubbing the leather against my face as I licked. She bent
her foot for me to help me get all angles, and the creaking sound the
boots made as they moved made me moan softly. I slid up along the
grommets where the laces ran, then back down to the toes, pressing my
tongue flat against the leather, breathing it in deeply, shivering a
little from the joy of it. And from the fact that she made a tiny
little sound of pleasure. It was so soft that only I heard it. But I
did. And that was what mattered.
When I finally
took my seat again, Meg was breathing a bit heavily, and looking at
me with something new in her eyes. There was definitely approval
there. I blushed and looked away. I caught sight of Nate, who was
looking at me hungrily with a poorly disguised erection pushing
against his pants.
I cleared my
throat and took a drink. “Your turn, Meg,” I said.
She took a deep
breath to steady herself and nodded. “Never have I ever,” her
voice was a bit weak, so she cleared her throat and tried again.
“Never have I ever had my boots licked in front of other people.”
She was so
disappointed when Jackie drank. And when Nate did. And Kelly. She
looked at me, a bit surprised.
“I only like
doing it,” I said with a shrug.
“Never have I
ever had marks after sex that lasted more than a week.” Jackie
smirked at me as she said that, though she knew we would both be
drinking.
“Never
have I ever made out with someone of the same sex.” Nate frowned
that all of us drank.
What can I say? This wasn't the first party.
“Never
have I ever used a strap on to fuck a guy in the ass,” Kelly said.
I was a bit disappointed when Jackie drank, though I knew
she had done it too. I'd been
there.
“Never have I
ever,” I tapped my finger against my lips, “been trampled.” I
wanted to add multiple people, but I'd never actually done that.
Of course, no one
else had been trampled at all. So I could say it next time.
“On the floor,”
Kelly said, pointing with a long, manicured finger.
I got out of my
seat again and started moving towards the floor. Nate stopped me.
“Trampling doesn't happen when you have clothes on,” he said.
“Come on. Take them off.”
Someone else might
have done a strip tease. But I am not that person. I just pulled off
my shirt, dropped my pants around my ankles, and lay down.
“I like him
having his pants like that,” Meg said. “Makes him kind of
hobbled. So he can't get away.”
“You know, we
could just take advantage of the situation,” Nate said. “I'm
willing to bet no one could drink to 'never have I ever fucked the
host of a party with all the other guests.'”
Jackie laughed.
They all looked at her. She took a drink.
But then, she was
the only one.
“First things
first,” Meg said, pressing the sole of her newly cleaned boot on my
back. Nate supported her as she got her other foot up. I took a deep
breath as she walked up my spine. I grimaced when she stepped down to
my thighs, then whimpered when she didn't step down.
Instead, she
helped Jackie up onto my calves. They wobbled there as Kelly pressed
her heels into my back. Thankfully, she pushed more with her toes
than her heels; I think they probably would have pierced my skin.
Especially when Nate added his weight to counter balance hers.
I don't know how
much the four of them weighed, other than it was more than five
hundred pounds. I knew it hurt like hell, and I knew it was hard to
breathe. And I knew that my cock was pressed against the floor; I was
as turned on by the trampling as I was by the idea of what was coming
next.
Thankfully, they
didn't all stay on me for very long. They were there long enough that
I felt like I was going to pop, long enough that I worried bones
would break, but not nearly long enough to actually do any damage.
I gasped for
breath when they all stepped off, though. And I would have pushed
myself up, but Nate put the sole of his boot against the back of my
neck, pinning me in place. Meg pressed herself between my legs,
spreading them out a little bit and nudging at my crotch from
underneath.
“So what about
the second part?” Nate said. “How do we all fuck him together?”
Jackie
made an approving sound. “All together,” she said. “That would
be new. Usually we just take turns.” She gave me a playful kick as
she said that. Jackie was always
invited to my parties.
“There's four of
us,” Kelly pointed out. “Ass, cock, and mouth covers three.
Someone has to either wait their turn or settle for the hands.”
“I know what he
can do with those hands,” Jackie said. “I'll take them.”
“I want his
tongue,” Meg said. “I've seen what it can do.”
They
didn't ask me what I wanted. Which was fine. Them not asking me was
what I wanted.
So Nate sat down
on the bed and started lubing himself up. I rolled on a condom, then
sat down in Nate's lap, slowly sliding my ass down onto his cock. He
moaned as it went in, rubbing my legs to help me relax, pulling me
down so I was straddling him.
Then Kelly
straddled me, pressing herself down, guiding my cock into her already
wet pussy without any difficulty.
Meg stood on the
bed, pressing her crotch to my mouth. I couldn't see Jackie, but she
guided my hand down her pants just fine. I curled my finger, I curled
my tongue, and I bounced along with Kelly.
I was moaning
after just a few seconds; so much stimulation from so many different
angles. Thankfully, everyone was turned on by the idea, and so I
wasn't the first one to cum. But when Nate spilled up into my ass and
Jackie squeezed my wrist like she was going to crush it, there wasn't
much time to hope that Kelly would have an orgasm before I did.
Nate didn't pull
me off him, and Kelly refused to get up, so my orgasm didn't stop
anything. I moaned and whimpered into Meg's lips as the others kept
going. With my orgasm fading, the sensation at my cock was getting to
be too much. It felt so good that it was starting to hurt, and I just
wanted it to stop. But it wasn't up to me.
Kelly pounded away
at me. Nate leaned back and let her pounding resonate through me and
onto him. He moaned. Meg moaned. Jackie groaned and started
screaming. I knew her well, and my hand knew what it was doing. She
pressed herself up against my palm while my thumb massaged and my
middle finger curved.
I don't know how
long it went, honestly. I didn't feel like I was being fucked
anymore; I felt like I was being used. Which, I admit, helped me keep
going. And brought me to a second orgasm as Kelly and Meg had theirs
almost simultaneously.
We all collapsed
onto the bed, and Nate finally pushed me off him. He staggered into
the bathroom to clean up. I slid down onto the floor.
Then, with a
giggle, Jackie grabbed her drink from where she'd put it down. “Never
have I ever pissed on a boy in the shower and had him eat me out as
we cleaned up after a gang bang!” she shouted, taking a drink and
daring everyone else to drink with her.
No one did.
She put her hand
in my hair and started tugging me gently to the bathroom just as Nate
was coming out of it. “Hell of a party,” she said over her
shoulder. “We should do this again some time.”
“Call me!” It
wasn't a desperate plea from Meg. She wasn't just asking with the
hope that I would. It was a request, sure. But it was just as much an
order. She was pretty certain I would. And I absolutely intended to.
The thought of what else I could do with, to, and for that cute
little Korean girl was just--
“Shower first,”
Jackie said, giving me a little slap to bring me back to the present.
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