Small town Shindig

[fluffybutt]

I was apprehensive about this trip to the small town where I used to play with the other kids instead of party with the adults.

I had just turned 19 a couple of months ago and even though I was now legally an adult, I was a bit chubby and not very confident in my body at this point in my life. It felt awkward going to a new year’s party that my parents usually attended. I was normally left at my parents friend’s house to play with the other kids around the small town or just relax and hang out, do whatever I wanted within reason of course. They were mostly my dad’s friend’s but mom still spent time with them as well, and Harold and Vivian were very nice hosts, and very kind to me when I came to visit with them. Vivian was very motherly, and like a grandmother to me. Harold was very butch, stern but very kind. The burly bear kind of guy who didn’t take shit from anyone: he was stocky, and very hairy as salt and pepper hair busted from the top of his shirt near his neck, and he had a big beard and mustache as well, also grey but it gave him a very dignified look.

I remember looking at the chest hair flowing out of the top of his shirt before and thinking it was kind of hot when I started to get older.

I can almost hear my dad now: “ come on boy, it will be fun! For a change you can drink and enjoy the music at the shed party with all of us!”

I told him I didn’t want to, truthfully I wasn’t big on drinking but I DID want to get away from home and hopefully find someone to have some fun with. Mostly a virgin, I only had a dildo I bought online up my ass before, besides one guy I had the pleasure of getting fucked by with a condom on but his cock wasn’t that big. My dildo was bigger, and I was really in the mood to try and meet someone with a cock maybe my size, perhaps a little bigger to see how it would feel having the REAL thing fuck me when it wasn’t 4 inches long. My own dildo was about 7 inches, just an inch bigger then my own cock and not too thick so I was able to slowly, over time get used to taking it comfortably. I didn’t expect to find someone at the shed party we would be going to… instead I had installed grindr on my phone, and took a few minutes to setup a profile in hopes I could meet a guy, hit it off with him and go over to his place. I am an adult now after all, I can take care of myself!

We were just pulling up to Harold’s house when we saw Vivian was out on the front porch having her smoke. As soon as we stepped out she greeted us enthusiastically:

“oh you are here already? I just got supper on now and Harold is up to the guys shed just up the road getting things in order for tonight! They are hanging Christmas lights all around the inside and outside of the shed, putting in speakers from the club…”

As she talked to my parents, I dismissed myself to go in and shower, I planned to prep good so I could be all clean in case I managed to get a chance at having some fun later! I opened up grindr when I had finished my shower and was surprised to see quite a few profiles in the area, not a lot in the small community I was in, but it seemed like at least 5 or 6 men were online now and 3 of them were somewhat close! I checked a few of them out but one profile stood out to me: he had no picture posted but his profile read “looking for a guy interested in taking my cock since it is too big for the missus. Discreet and in need of someone to drain my balls, they are heavy and I cum big loads”

Right away, I messaged him intrigued, his profile was unlike the others here and I wasn’t into the twinks around here, I wanted an older experienced man and I had hoped I found him. When I heard my phone go off almost immediately after I set it down I thought I hit the jackpot, he messaged me and said:

“Hey. I checked out your profile… I like em a bit thick. You don’t seem like you are from around here huh? That works out good for me since I am married to a woman and have a daughter as well but we have not had sex in years. I need someone to discreetly take my cock and make me feel good… do you have any pictures to share?”

My heart jumped but I was so excited I didn’t even think about who it might be or the consequences of sending a picture of myself to a man I had just started speaking with.

I immediately took a selfie of me with my back to the mirror and my ass in plain view as well while I was slightly bent over so he had a nice view but it wasn’t revealing my asshole. As soon as I sent it he replied almost instantly “wow!” but nothing else.

Despite me asking if he liked it, he didn’t say anything for a few minutes, so I got dressed and went out to meet everyone and chat with the family and friends before the big get together. I had chalked it up to this man wasn’t serious or interested in me, so I put it out of my head and thought to myself ill check the app later but just try and enjoy the night…

My parents had told me before leaving that they were invited to another shed party to entertain for a while, my father played guitar and a lot of folks here enjoyed his music so he and my mother opted to go over on the other side of the community, before telling me to have a good time and not to drink too much. Harold and Vivian were more then happy to “keep and eye on me” over the course of the night and said that if I was tired or wanted to call it a night, to just go down into the house later and I thanked them profusely for this as I had planned to have some fun hopefully later, and as long as my parents were not around I could smoke as well as have some drinks without any judgments!

I enjoyed smoking weed when I could get my hands on some, and I knew someone would have weed on them at the shed party, every year even when I was younger I could smell it off the older men coming in and out of the shed when they went for “smoke breaks”.

After arriving, talking to a few guys and getting into the swing of things I stared to feel out of place a bit. Most guys and girls were enjoying the music and dancing and drinking but it wasn’t really my scene I enjoyed. The party was in full swing, people were still showing up and you could hear some snowmobiles coming up by the shed as well. Some people here didn’t care about drinking and driving… I didn’t really like that they did it but you can’t tell them anything or they get mad with you, so I kept my mouth shut and decided I would head out for a smoke break and check grindr without prying eyes. Maybe someone had gotten back to me and I could try having some fun.

I went outside and a couple guys I knew were having a joint and passing it around the skidoo they were chatting around so I maneuvered myself over to them and eventually got a few puffs off the joint, as well as them asking me a few prying questions but letting me smoke with them.

Once they left and went back inside I was left alone, and I pulled my phone out only to find a couple messages by the guy who had previously messaged me.

The first one said:

“might be busy later, let me know what you want to do?

Then the second one jarred me, he said:

“are you zack?”

That was my name. I know I sent him a picture of me with my face and ass in the shot while I was naked in the bathroom but who could possibly know me here on grindr?! I looked at his profile again. His profile read 7 feet away. He was at the same shed party I was.

For a minute I was frozen in the cold winter night outside, not from the temperature but from the message I had received and what my brain was trying to process. Who could possibly be here that knew me on grindr? I didn’t know any of these people were gay or bisexual, they all acted straight as an arrow and most seemed even a bit homophobic to be honest. I was more then scared now after getting high and felt like going back inside wasn’t an option… then I thought about what he had said before: the man was discreet and had a wife and a kid. He most likely didn’t want to be outed, so I should be safe going back in for another drink. Who knows, it might calm my nerves and maybe ill send him a message back and see where it goes?

For now I just wanted to clear my head so I went back in and spoke to a few guys and spoke to Harold as well, he asked me about how I was enjoying the party so far and I said something nice while trying not to let on how nervous I felt. While idly chatting I couldn’t help but feel eyes on me. Someone was watching me but I didn’t know who or where, I just felt it and after another drink I felt like I needed some fresh air. That man from grindr was still in my head and I wanted some answers so I went outside, only to find 2 guys having a drink on their newer looking snowmobiles, they shouted out to me but I ignored them and wandered away from them and checked my phone.

Grindr guy was gone! His profile disappeared, as if he had blocked me. I felt even more uneasy and noticed 4 more guys exit the shed, and then light a joint and start passing it around. One of those men in his forties who i had seen before over the years was just STARRING at me. If looks could ignite a fire, he was starting a blaze. I stopped looking at them and decided not to go and join them and ask for a hit, something about that group made me nervous so I stuck by myself. As I put my phone away, the two men on their snowmobiles passed me by, saying happy new year and other nice things on their way past me back into the shed, so I was now left alone outside with the group of men. The guy staring at me earlier called out to me:

“eh, you want any of this bud?”

I was shy but responded:

“Umm, no thank you.”

Him: come on over, I seen you looking. Have some of this, that will loosen ya up and help you relax. You seem like ya need it bud!

My brain was firing off warning signs and red flags but I felt like if I said no now they would think I am weird or something

Me: if it’s ok with you guys? Yeah ill have a hit.

Him: come here, you having a drink too?

Me: no, I had a few earlier but I haven’t opened another one yet.

Him: BRETT! GO GET THE YOUNG MAN A FUCKIN BEER!

I made it over to the group, as as the guy named brett resurfaced and handed me a budweiser, I was trying to figure out why this guy was familiar. He seemed like a guy my dad may have been friends with, and I seen a handful of times over the years but never had any real interaction with him until now.

The man who spoke to me passed me the joint for a couple hits and then spoke up again:

Him: name is frank. Think I may have seen ya before, you are jamie’s kid right? All grown up now if you are here drinking with us hey big guy?

A couple if the others chuckled at that remark but I confidently responded:

Me: yeah, that’s my dad. My name is zack. Nice to meet you guys, thanks for the puff. I don’t get to enjoy it much.

Frank: nice! Yeah it’s good stuff, john grows it himself.

Brett: be careful, it might knock your socks off if you ain’t careful hahaha!

John: ah let him finish it. I got more where that came from. Enjoy it zack, see ya around later? I got a nice broad here who wants to dance with me heheh…

With that, john and brett walked inside, leaving me frank and another guy outside while I finished the joint. I was really starting to mellow out and forget about the grindr guy, the weed was helping me relax and feel good and I was starting to like the party more if some guys had some good weed they wanted to share with me.

While I was finishing my beer with the last few hits, unknown guy spoke up:

“Hey I’m going to head inside for a while. Its fuckin cold out here haha you guys coming in a minute?”

Frank: yeah man in a little bit. Might just have a cigarette and go use the washroom down the hill at the house before I pop back in.

“Alright cool. Catch you later”

With that he disappeared inside as well and almost immediately I felt the vibe shift as frank looked at me intently. I could swear I seen him before… was he one of my dad’s friends?

I was starting to feel very buzzed and most my thoughts were not sober ones anymore, I found myself wondering what grindr guy meant when he said “wow” and if he blocked me BECAUSE he knew me after asking me my name and I did not respond to him immediately… I also wondered what his cock looked like, he had asked me for a picture of myself but never reciprocated. I felt slighted that some man whose identity I was unsure of had seemed to know who I was, they even had a very revealing picture of me while I had nothing of them and had no idea who they were. Frank broke my thoughts and the short silence:

Frank: so what kind of snowmobile do ya got? Or did you walk here or get a ride?

Me: I uh, don’t have anything special or fancy like some of the guys that pulled up here… I walked up.

Frank: you walked up eh? Are you staying very far from here?

Me: I’m staying at Harold and Vivian’s, they are pretty nice to me.

I realized he was asking me a lot of questions and was wondering what he was getting at, so before he had time to probe me further I asked him the first thing that I could think of while I was high and a bit tipsy that could direct the conversation away from me.

Me: So what kind of snowmobile do you have?

Nice. Real smooth, I thought to myself. You couldn’t think of an original question to ask him?

Frank: A 700 mxz, want to see it? I parked it just around the back, there’s not enough room out front for all the skidoo’s that are here tonight…

Me: I’m surprised so many people will drink and drive on snowmobile…

Frank: Yeah they do what they like here. Cops don’t seem to bother with it, too many people do it so they don’t fuckin care. Come on.

With that, he started walking around the corner of the shed and I found myself following him, around the side where there was tracks for the sleds parked back here, and then to the back of the shed, there was a small clearing for a bunch more snowmobiles that were parked in a row here, but the rest of the area was enclosed by trees. Nobody would see us here unless they came around the back themselves…

Frank: there she is. Purrs like a kitten too. Want to go for a ride on it?

Me: ummm… not right now. Maybe later?

I felt like leaving the party and going somewhere with him wasn’t a great idea right now. I didn’t feel like I knew him well enough at this point although I was sure I had seen him around scarcely when I was younger, and I was starting to sense some tension in the air. The skidoo itself was nice though, it seemed in very well kept condition and I always liked the style of those mxz’s they looked cool I thought.

Frank: *grumble* ah suit yourself. I think I need to take a piss.

Before I could respond to what he had said, he had his fly down from his snowsuit and dug his cock out of his jeans to show off what looked like a BIG uncut cock that must have been 5 inches soft, followed by 2 nicely shaved balls that looked plump and very full.

I was buzzed and more then horny for cock at this point, but was shocked and unable to form words right away from what was happening, he started to piss and I started to think about how it would look fully hard, but both frank and myself noticed I was staring as he was mid-stream and he spoke up:

Frank: Can’t take your eyes off it eh? Most of the bitches here are like that too. Hardly any of em can take it though. I even gave up on the wife when she complained and I wasn’t even halfway in yet! Hahahaha! You like what ya see boy?

Being called “boy” seemed to do something to me the way he said it, almost as if it was endearing. I felt myself blush hard but I didn’t respond right away, so he continued while pissing like a racehorse:

Frank: You seem like you like my cock, and from what I can tell from that picture you sent me earlier I like what you have going on yourself. Didn’t think you were gay but you got a cute ass, makes all the men crazy and the women jealous I bet hahaha!

So HE was grindr guy! He was the guy who disappeared after I sent a picture to him and he asked for my name! seemed to be getting off on my squirming and could see I was conflicted but horny.

Me: u-uhm, don’t you have a wife and a daughter?

I stammered out a sentence while he was finishing and I noticed his cock twitch and throb a bit, growing a little even on the cold outside air.

Frank: Ya, the missus never puts out anymore. And I can’t get you pregnant so I don’t have to worry about another kid! Although trying to knock you up sounds like a lot of fun heheh. You like my dick?

He was asking me if I liked his cock while I was at a shed party with a bunch of straight people who didn’t know I was gay. I could hear the music thumping and people laughing and having fun just inside, but out here nobody seemed to know what was going on just out back of the shed. He started playing with it and jiggling it towards me, as if trying to entice me.

Me: I…. Really like your dick frank. It looks really nice…

My voice trailed off when I realized I had betrayed myself and told him I liked what I was seeing! Then again he seemed to be into me too, so what was the harm in that?

Frank: Ya want to suck it?

Me: What?! Here???

Frank: Hell yeah, right here. Why not?

Me: What if someone comes looking for us? Or what if someone comes out to their snowmobile…

Frank: Nah, nobody is leaving the party this early, it’s only around midnight… besides the washroom is what most people use to take a leak haha! They don’t come behind here. If anyone leaves the shed we will hear them opening the doors out in front.

Frank stepped over to his skidoo and sat on the seat of his MXZ, cock still hanging out and now growing harder by the second, he must really be horny!

Frank: Now I know you want this, so why don’t you get over here and make use of your mouth and get me fully hard? It’s going to need a warm place to slide into after being out in the chilly air like this heheh…

 

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I didn't want to make a post that was too long, but let me know if you guys want to hear more!

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Syracuseboy]

Love the story I keep it coming

[1988BBcumdump]

Definitely part 2 please!