The New Year's Eve Party

Mel and Clark were the new neighbours, they moved into the house beside theirs. They’d moved in in the early September and had quickly become the hit of the neigbourhood.  They held a small housewarming party, with something like 40 people.  Then a Halloween party followed.  Christmas was a blast; Mel was a collector, and she’d decorated the house from top to bottom with her collection of new and vintage pieces. 

No one expected them to also offer to host New Years but the e-vites went out in early December.  Jeremy opened the email and called out to his wife, Lynda. They had planned to hit the local city hall for the “official” celebrations, but they’d enjoyed the previous events and Mel and Clark’s and wondered if they shouldn’t change their plans.  They discussed it briefly, then agreed they’d attend.  Jeremy responded to the email: Attending. 

Jeremy (everyone called him Jare) had noticed Mel the day they moved in.  She is a curvy woman, Rubenesque, large breasts, blond, very feminine but also very strong.  She and Clark are fitness enthusiasts – CrossFit they call it -- and had set up a full gym in their garage.  They were both out there almost daily with the garage door open.  The funny thing was that he often noticed Clark as he worked out and found himself watching him more than Mel.  Clark usually worked out in just shorts and Jeremy had to admit he was built.   Clark was dark haired, which he wore close-cropped, and his body was shaved almost completely. Jeremy found himself admiring both of them and their fitness devotion.   In fact, Jeremy found himself hitting the gym a little more often, himself.  He knew it wasn’t a competition but, in his head, he was trying hard to keep up with the fitness Jones. 

Lynda, too, always a fit woman, stepped up her game.  She was a sexy brunette reaching her peak and Jeremy was proud of her.  He actually enjoyed the looks guys gave her when they were out and he hadn’t failed to notice the looks that Clark had thrown her way, but oddly, he’d caught that look aimed at himself a few times and that puzzled him, as much as his own lustful looks at Clark. In the short time they’d known each other, Lynda and Mel had become good friends, and they hung out frequently.

New Years Eve arrived, and Lyn and Jare spent the day at home, putting away Christmas. The party was set to begin at 8, but Lyn had agreed to head over early to help with the set up.  Jare asked if they needed his help, but Clark said that they were fine. Lyn headed over around 6, she’d already dressed and done her hair, so Jare wasn’t sure how much help she’d be with the set up as she wasn’t dressed for work.  She’d chosen a full length red dress, that divided across her breasts and split up her legs on both sides. Jare wanted to take her right then, when she came out.

After she left, he jumped in the shower and thought about his wife in that red dress and began to stroke.  His cock hard and long in his hands, he reached down and pulled his balls down and away from his body, thinking of Lyn and stripping her out of that dress.  He thought she was so sexy on the day to day but when she dressed up, she turned him on so much.  He kept stroking, envisioning her naked in the shower with him. He could feel her there with him as his hand glided over his hard cock.  He felt his load rising when suddenly, the body he was imagining feeling wasn’t Lyn but Clark.  He could feel the lean muscular body pressed against his. He could feel the hard cock probing at his ass, and he came.  His cock shot stream after stream on the tiles of the shower.  Jare shook with reaction. He’d come so hard, and it freaked him out that he’d thought of Clark, out of nowhere, in that way. 

He exited the shower and dried off and sat naked on the edge of his bed for a long time, thinking about what had just happened.   He lay back with his legs spread.  He cock and balls hanging down, weighing heavy between his legs.  This wasn’t the first time that Clark had crept into his fantasy.  Mel had been there a few times as well, but mostly it was Clark.  It was all in his head; he knew it wasn’t real but still it bothered him.  He was straight, why was he thinking about Clark at all, let alone in that way, he asked himself. He adjusted his cock and balls, the ball sack sticking to his thigh. The weight felt good in his hand and he started to stir again.  He stood up, finally, and walked towards their closet, he looked out the window and noticed that he could actually see into Mel and Clark’s room opposite them.  Why had he never noticed that before, he thought to himself, then realized that Lyn usually kept the curtain drawn on that window, it was gone completely now though, he noticed – she must be cleaning it, he thought. He paused there and he caught movement in the window across the way. 

Clark stepped into the window frame, naked and looked up and across, he stared directly at Jare and then slowly reached down and stroked his cock, tugging it away from his body.  Jare watched it begin to grow.  Clark nodded and stepped out of the window frame.  Jare was surprised to find that his cock was rock hard.  He shook his head, wondering what the hell was happening to him.  He stepped past the window and opened his closet to pull out clothes. He dressed in a black suit, white shirt and tie.  It took a long time for his cock to go down, it remained hard the whole time he was dressing.  He tried to slyly check out the window, but Clark never reappeared. 

He headed downstairs and puttered around, picking up around the kitchen and living room, shutting off lights, finding reasons to delay leaving. Still confused about the shower and then seeing Clark naked and his own erection.  He wasn’t sure he wanted to go.  Finally, he got a text from Lyn asking where he was, people were arriving, and Clark was asking where he was. That gave him pause.  Why was Clark looking for him, specifically?  He sat down and stared at the text, then decided he was a big boy and wasn’t going to be put off by his own imagination.  It meant nothing anyway. He closed up the house and headed next door.

He walked in, the door was unlocked and there was a note to just come on in.  He moved inside, heading to get a drink.  Mel had completely transformed the house – gone was any trace of Christmas, now black and white decorations covered the space, strings of white lights shone throughout the first floor, there was at table with New Year’s hats and year glasses (fake glasses shaped with 2025 – the 0 and lower part of the 5 making the lens).

He found the drinks table and grabbed a beer.  Lyn found him there and kissed him. 

“What took you so long?” she asked as she pulled away from the kiss.

“Oh nothing, I was just relaxing and being lazy,” he laughed it off, not telling her the real reason.  They made the rounds and said hello to neighbours and friends.  They ran into Mel and Clark.  Jare kissed Mel on the cheeks and then Clark pulled him into an embrace – the first time he’d ever greeted Jare like that – and slapped him on the back.

“Glad you finally made it buddy,” Clark said into his ear.  Before he pulled away, Jare swore he felt a pulse where their groins came together, he looked at Clark for a second but then Clark pulled away and he and Mel swirled away and were lost in the crowd of the party.

The rest of the evening was great. He and Lyn split apart, came together, drank, danced and really enjoyed the whole evening.  As midnight drew near, as the ball was getting ready to drop, he searched for Lyn.  A few minutes out, Jare managed to track her down and pulled her into an embrace.  He fumbled a sloppy kiss.

“Hold your horses, big guy, it’s not the New Year yet,” she teased but then kissed him back.

“Hold on you two, we’ll join you,” Clark said as he and Mel stopped beside them. 

Around the party the crowd began to chant the countdown in time with the television. 

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2,1…  Happy New Year” sounded through the room. 

Couples kissed and champagne corks popped, glasses were filled, and everyone toasted the New Year as Auld Lang Syne played on the TV. 

As the couples broke apart from their kisses, Mel leaned in and kissed Lyn on the cheek, while Clark reached and pulled Jare into an embrace and also kissed him on the cheek. 

“Happy New Year, buddy,” he said as his hand trailed down Jare’s back finding a home on Jare’s ass.  Jare wasn’t at all bothered by the show of affection and didn’t even jump when Clark squeezed his ass cheek.

The party began to wind down not too long after, and guests started to head out.  Mel and Clark were busy saying their goodbyes.  Lyn made herself useful by beginning the cleanup, gathering glasses and disposable plates.   Mel joined her when it was just the four of them. 

Clark disappeared for a few moments and came back with a bottle of cognac and some glasses.  He poured a shot for Jare and one for himself then handed Jare his drink.

“Here’s to a happy New Year, and good neighbours,” he said and clinked his glass against Jare’s. They both drank, sipping rather than slugging them back. 

“That was quite the view today,” Clark began, “I was quite impressed. I hope you liked what you saw as well.”

Jare took another drink, emptying his glass, no sipping now. “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” he tried to deflect.

Clark stepped closer and cupped Jare’s crotch, leaned in and kissed him again.  This time on the lips.  Jare pulled back and tried to step away, but Clark held him in place.

“The way your cock grew, I know you enjoyed the view. I’ve left those curtains open for so long, hoping you’d notice but you never seemed to have, until today that is. The view was worth the wait.”

“Clark, what the fuck are you doing? Our wives are in the other room.”

“And we’re in this room.” Clark said as his hand continued to massage Jare’s crotch, which was now fuller as his cock reacted to the hand groping him.

“Tell me to stop,” Clark whispered into Jare’s mouth, his lips just millimeters from touching. Jare didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or just plain lust but rather than tell him to stop, he closed those millimeters and kissed Clark back. 

They remained that way for a few minutes then Clark pulled them apart and taking Jare’s hand led him upstairs to a guest bedroom.  They were no sooner through the door when Clark went to work and started to strip off Jare’s clothes. 

Jare had left his jacket over a chair downstairs, so it was just his shirt and tie and pants that Clark worked on.  Jare stood immobile while he was stripped.  Then he found Clark on his knees in front of him. Jare’s cock rose to it’s full seven inches and Clark grasped it, slapping his own face with the solid cock.  Then his mouth closed over the head.  Jare sighed as Clark’s tongue teased his sensitive head.  Then slid slowly down to the root of his cock.  Clark took the length easily into his throat.

Jare couldn’t believe this was happening but at the same time it felt so incredibly good, his knees almost buckled in reaction.  Clark pushed him back and onto the bed, Jare collapsed down onto his back onto the bed, knees and legs hanging off the edge.  Clark stood up and stripped off his own clothes then joined Jare on the bed, he swung around and positioned his cock near Jare’s head then took Jare’s cock back into his mouth.  He made no move to push his own cock into Jare’s mouth, leaving that for Jare to decide. 

Decide he did, it took him about 30 seconds, then he reached up and ran a hand along Clarks’ cock, longer than his own, but not as thick, it felt different but the same as his hand glided up and down the length.  Then he flicked his tongue out and licked the tip.  A groan escaped Clark’s full throat.  He liked that, he liked that he made Clark feel good with just a flick of his tongue.  It made him want to do more and he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Clark’s head.  Clark had a long mushroom cap, longer than his own, Jare took his time sliding his lips down it’s length. They finally passed the ridge and closed on the top of the shaft.  He held himself there for a long time, just savouring the cock in his mouth and marveling to himself that he had a cock in his mouth, at all.  He began to work his way down the shaft but found he could only get about four inches in before his throat rebelled. 

Clark pulled off his cock to say, “Take your time, there’s no rush, take only as much as you’re comfortable with,” which eased Jare’s mind about not taking more.  He worked up and down, then reached down and cupped Clark’s balls, ping pong sized orbs in a hairy sack with one hand and the base of the shaft with the other.

Clark instead of jumping back onto Jare’s cock, suckled each ball, the size of a small egg, and rolling each of them in his mouth. He took both in and then pulled his mouth away, tugging Jare’s balls away from his body.  It was Jare’s turn now to moan around Clark’s cock. Clark slowly released Jare’s balls then drove his tongue lower, down across Jare’s taint and down to his ass. 

“Wait,” Jare asked, pulling off Clark’s cock, “what are you doing.”

“I’m going to rim you,” Clark replied and trailed his tongue down along Jare’s crack.  Jare’s fidgeted unsure of this until Clark’s tongue found its target.

“Fuck me, holy shit,” Jare, cried out, “fucking don’t stop.”  His cock was bouncing like a gymnast on trampoline in reaction to the tongue on his hole.  He reached to stroke his own cock, but Clark pushed his hand away. 

“That’s mine for now, leave it alone,” Clark instructed.  Reluctantly, Jare did just that and moved his hands back to focus on Clark’s member.  He went back to stroking it with one hand, while his mouth worked the top half, and used the other to play with Clark’s balls.  He was still enjoying Clark’s tongue on his ass, when Clark started to jerk him off in long steady strokes. His tongue was probing into Jare’s ass and Jare was squirming and moaning loudly, his body dancing on Clark’s tongue. 

Jare was enjoying the tongue on his ass, and he wanted to give Clark the same pleasure, he was nervous though, still he shifted slightly, and let his tongue trail up across Clark’s taint.  He kissed the left ass cheek, then the right and used his hands to spread the crack and then trailed his tongue towards the hole.  He lifted off and stared at Clark’s pucker then dove in. He probed and met resistance he didn’t expect, but he forced his tongue by curling it and pointing it toward the pucker. 

Clark returned to sucking Jare’s cock, taking it down to the root while Jare continued to work on Clark’s ass.  Clark pulled off of Jare’s cock and lifted up to his hands and knees, pulling his ass off of Jare’s tongue, he tilted his head back and look back to Jare.

“Would you fuck me?” he asked.

“I’ve never done that,” Jare offered, “and I don’t know if I can.”

“You’ve never sucked a cock before today and,” Clark looked at him, “I’ll be honest, you’re excelling at it.”

“I mean, I’ll try it, if you want me to.” Jare replied.

“Just lay on your back, and I’ll do the work for now.” Clark replied.

Jare adjusted himself by sliding up the bed, so he was fully on it.  Clark climbed up his body, he leaned down and kissed Jare, then reached toward the nightstand where there was a bottle of lube.

“You just happened to have that in here?” Jare asked.

“Well, I was hopeful that this would happen,” Clark replied as he applied lube to Jare’s cock and his own ass.  He leaned down, kissed Jare again, then lifted his body and positioned his ass over Jare’s cock, held it in place and then began to slide his body down onto the cock below him.  The cock shaft was held in place and but the head started to bend before Clark adjust and pushed down again and it popped in. 

Clark hadn’t done much prep to bottom, no stretching, and other than the little lube on his hole and Jare’s tongue, he wasn’t ready at all and the intrusion of Jare’s head into his ass caused him to pause and his ass closed tightly on Jare’s cock head. He stayed there and breathed slowly and after the third exhale he lowered himself further, then again on the next breath and again, until he was resting his ass cheeks on Jare’s thighs.

He leaned forward then and down, bringing there’s lips together.  Jare whispered into his lips, “You feel so good on my cock,” he said and moaned with pleasure.  Clark drove his tongue into Jare’s mouth and then slowly raised his body up along Jare’s cock, then back down.  Jare moaned again.  He reached for Clark’s hips and took control, thrusting up and into Clark, holding him in place while he did so. He reached up and wrapped his arms around Clark’s back, then rolled them on the bed. 

Clark lifted his legs and wrapped them around Jare’s back, then wrapped his arms around Jare’s neck.   Jare adjusted himself and then began to ride Clark’s ass.  He was moaning out “Oh Fucks” by the second, while Clark was grunting and groaning himself.  He took all of Jare’s cock, balls deep on each stroke. 

It didn’t take Jare long at all, until he felt the urge rise in him, and he knew that he was about to cum.

“I’m gonna cum,” he warned Clark and started to pull out.  Clark, stopped him by grabbing Jare’s ass and pulling him back into his ass.

“Cum in me.” And Jare did, emptying his balls into Clark. He kept fucking into Clark, until his cock began to soften then rolled to the side and onto his back. Soft cock laying along his thigh still oozing, he sighed.

“That was fucking amazing.  I never would have thought I’d like fucking a guy, but holy shit that was good.” He tilted his head and looked at Clark.  Clark, who hadn’t cum yet was stroking his long cock. 

“What do you think about my doing that to you?” Clark asked.

“I don’t know about that. I’ve never had so much as a finger in there until your tongue tonight.” He looked into Clark’s eyes.

“Do you trust me?” Clark asked.

“I do and I’m willing to try, if you go slow.”

“I’ll go as slow as I you need and we’ll stop if you say stop,” Clark answered.

With that, Clark rolled on top of Jark, his hard cock pressing into Jare’s abdomen, as they kissed, probing tongues, hands caressing bodies.  Clark pulled out of the kiss but didn’t stop kissing, he kissed Jare’s neck, then his shoulder, then down further to his chest and bit lightly on each nipple. He kissed down along Jare’s stomach and suckled on the soft cock, still leaking a drop of cum which had pearled on its tip.

He lowered down between Jare’s legs and again probed into Jare with his tongue.  He worked along the surface, licking and wetting the surface before probing again with the tongue.  He drove his tongue in, and Jare groaned out with pleasure at the intrusion. He kept working it, fucking with his tongue as deeply as he could get.  Then Clark pulled his tongue away, Jare cried out, “Don’t stop,” but Clark knew he wasn’t stopping.  He lubed a finger and slid it into to Jare then licked the hole around his finger.  Jare moaned again. 

Clark worked finger and tongue together before adding a second finger and eventually a third.  Jare was writhing on the bed, his cock rock hard.  Clark placed a hand on Jare’s abdomen to hold him in place then drove in again with his three fingers and tongue combination. 

“Fuck me,” Jare cried out, “Fuck me now.”

Lifting his face, Clark asked, “Are you sure?”

“Fuck me, I need it,” Jare pleaded.

Clark got to his knees and grabbed the lube again. He applied a dollop to Jare’s ass and worked his fingers in again, all three fingers deeply into him. Clark pumped them into and out of Jare’s ass then pulled out, he used the lubed fingers to stroke his own rigid cock, then added another dollop of lube to his cock and stroked it into the head and shaft. 

He moved closer to Jare, positioned his cock at Jare’s hole and then paused. He looked down at Jare, who was looking up at him. Eyes filled with lust and need, he moaned, “Please” and Clark nodded once but never broke eye contact.

He pushed.

He met resistance.

He pulled back and pushed again.

And Jare opened for him.

His cock head pierced Jare’s hole and Clark halted, seeing pain flash across Jare’s eyes.  He waited.  And waited.  They synced their breathing, and both men took a deep breath. Inhaling, and then exhaling, inhaling and then exhaling. On that second exhalation Clark pushed again, and his cock slid another two inches into Jare. 

Their breathing came faster now and with each exhale, Clark advanced.  He didn’t make it balls deep but he was deep.  He pulled back then until just the head was in Jare, then pushed in again.

Faster now, he pulled out and pushed in. 

The rhythm picking up, he began to pound into Jare.  Hard and fast, he was fucking the man beneath him now, no thought for his comfort only on his own need.  He pounded that hole and only then realized that he was now balls deep into Jare.  For his part, Jare was initially stunned with the pain of the first penetration, but the breathing helped and suddenly the pain was pleasure, he need that cock in him and he was grunting and groaning on each in thrust, wanting more, wanting it deeper.  How could he never have done this before he thought to himself, when he cried out, “Fuck me harder. Fuck me, give it to me.”

Which Clark did.

Clark knew he wasn’t going to last though, after taking Jare’s cock and load, he was so close already and the tightness of Jare’s virgin ass was more than his cock could take.  He felt the load rise in him and without warning he began to unload into Jare’s ass.  Jare could feel the pulsing of the cock in his ass, and he came.  Hands free his cock unloaded all over his own belly.

As the Clark worked to catch his breath and pull his cock out Jare’s ass, Jare heard Lyn say “That was so fucking hot,” and looked up to see Lyn and Mel, naked in the doorway, fingers in each other’s pussy.