Fucked Raw Outside of a Halloween Party

Normally, even being a little on the smaller side, I felt like one of the most in shape guys in every room. I knew that to most people, I probably looked like a toned, athletic guy. But tonight, surrounded by every athlete on campus, I felt tiny and puny. Baseball players, soccer players, wrestlers, football players, lacrosse players…they were all ripped, chiseled, and most of them were big. 

I was rocking what I thought was a cool outfit of camo pants and a tank top, with a dog tag necklace on. I’d embraced my buzz cut and used it to my advantage as a complement to a soldier costume. I wasn’t usually one to come out to parties like this, but it was genuinely pretty fun, and the eye candy around the place was pretty amazing too.

Of course Jason was here. I’d been thinking about it all day and what I’d say when I saw him. He wasn’t as standoffish as I expected him to be and, even though he’d basically told me to keep my distance from him on campus, I knew why he’d said it. I could respect that he was closeted and didn’t want to draw attention to himself. 

Even though I hadn’t felt the most positive about myself from our threesome initially, Preston had really helped me reframe my mind on it, so that tonight I was genuinely excited to see him. It felt almost ‘cool’ and surreal to be interacting with an awkward hookup for the first time in public; like passing through a hurdle of growth on my way into manhood.

With that said, it was funny to watch him gawk at Matt, like a lost puppy. I could admit Matt was hot, but I knew the two of them couldn’t be further apart in their personalities. I wasn’t shocked to find him walking back towards me just a few minutes after he’d marched towards Matt and his roommate, though.

His eyes locked on me, bright and intense. He didn't smile or wave, but instead just bulldozed toward the corner where I was standing, beelining towards me.

“Liam.” He didn't sound happy to see me. He sounded…angry? I wondered what I must’ve done. He slapped a hand on the wall next to my head, seductively, drawing attention from those around us. If this was how he usually talked to other gay guys, then I was shocked his secret hadn’t gotten out sooner. It was reckless and aggressive.

“Jason…” I replied, trying to project my usual flat, calm self. I felt a weird mix of adrenaline and confusion. “You interested in me, finally?”

He didn’t even register the sarcasm. “We need to get out of here.”

My eyebrows raised. “I just got here. What’s going on? And what do you mean we?”

He leaned in and his eyes flickered around the room, full of nervous tension. “I just…I need out. Now. Do you want to come with me? You don’t have to.”

I knew I shouldn’t. There was no good that could come from it. But he was so hot. Standing six inches taller than me and weighing almost double my weight, in pure, raw muscle. How could I say no?

“Yeah,” I heard myself say, nodding quickly, setting my cup down. “Lead the way.”

He didn't wait for me to follow. He turned, shoved his way through the living room, and I trailed him like a shadow, ignoring the curious looks from my swimming teammates. The crisp cool air of Halloween smacked us as we emerged from the front door.

We walked fast, cutting away from the noise and the bright porch lights. Jason said nothing, his long, powerful strides forcing me to almost jog to keep up. I kept scanning his profile, looking for an explanation, but his jaw was hard and rigid.

We reached the edge of the campus, where the big houses gave way to the quieter residential blocks and then, to a dark expanse of an empty local park. He veered off the sidewalk, heading straight for the shadows cast by a few enormous trees. The park was deserted.

Finally, he stopped, turning to face me next to a small, old picnic table. His chest was heaving slightly from the fast walk.

“Sorry about that,” he muttered, but his tone lacked any actual remorse.

“Bad night?” I asked, keeping my voice neutral.

He scoffed, running a huge hand back through his hair. “I’m just frustrated. Matt didn’t respond well.”

I wasn’t good at deep talks like this. “Well, did you try to get him to cheat on his boyfriend? Would you have taken that well if you were in his shoes?”

“Shut up, Liam.” He snarled.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, Jason.” He was hot, but I wasn’t trash for him to run over anymore.

He seemed taken aback and looked at the ground. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

I laid into him just a little bit more. “What did you expect to happen when you walked over there? I told you that was a dumb thing to do.

“I…” he looked confused, sad, and almost weak.

“Why are we here, Jason?” I looked around. He didn’t seem like the most psychologically or emotionally stable guy in the world but I was fairly sure I was safe, even out here with him. I’d have been lying though if I said that I weren’t the slightest on edge.

“I just…” Now he looked around, checking that we were alone. “I honestly don’t know. I just came to find you. I didn’t have anyone else to go to. Would you want to…”

I wanted to feel flattered but I knew he didn’t intend it in a caring, tender way. I was clearly just the quick fix for his wounded ego and frustrated needs, a piece of meat that he’d already taken for a test drive and who would be easy. He wasn’t wrong though. And even though he still wasn’t looking at me like he did Preston or Matt, there was still a hunger in his eyes that I wasn’t used to seeing someone else send in my direction. It was probably just because I was in shape, and had a hole and dick, but I thought about Preston’s words. I didn’t need him to be in love with me for us to have fun sex. I finally nodded to him, confidently. 

He took a step forward, closing the space between us and wrapped his arms around my waist, his massive forearms caging my lower back. He lowered his head and I met him halfway to make out. It wasn’t gentle at all, it felt aggressive, rabid, and forceful and I was down for it. I tasted beer and liquor mixing together on his lips. I leaned up and into his strength, and surprised us both by running my hands up his back, feeling the rock hard muscles beneath his costume.

He caught me off guard when he reached around and slipped a hand down my camo pants, and right down between my firm, hairless crack. He wasn’t messing around and was getting straight to business. My eyes shot open and I moaned, feeling his finger find my hole, massaging it from the outside. 

“Smooth. Tight.” He groaned into my mouth, aggressively. I found myself slowly coming under his spell. Whatever I thought of him was slowly washing away, feeling how strong he was and the way he made me come undone in his arms.

He pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead resting against mine. “God…” He didn’t say it aggressively, more so as a closeted kid on the verge of falling apart.

He pulled his hand out from my pants and held a finger in front of me. “Taste yourself.” 

“What?” I asked.

“Taste yourself.” Jason repeated, holding out the finger that had just been inside of me.

I obeyed and sucked on his finger, tasting my own insides; a slightly musky and damp, sweaty taste, but I was thankful that I’d showered just before the party. 

“Do you like it?” He asked, clearly getting himself turned on.

I let go of his finger with a plop of my lips. “It’s…fine…” I wasn’t used to dirty talk, especially with a stranger, and didn’t know how to respond.

His grip tightened, then he released me, pulling back about a foot. “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

My body reacted before my brain. I dropped, right there in the shadow of the tree, and looked up at him towering over me. He was already fumbling with his costume, trying to get himself free. I finally watched as he opened up the middle section, revealing a canvas of chiseled abs and a smooth belly. He managed to release his hard six inch dick. It was rock hard, so I must’ve been doing something right.

“Open up.” He didn't wait, stepping forward again, looming over me, and shoving his cock straight into my mouth. His dick was amazing. Smooth, taut, and manly. It tasted more bitter than Preston’s again and knowing it’d probably been in countless other guys actually turned me on more.

It was intense and his pace was relentless, controlled by the grip of his hands on the back of my head. He wasn't guiding me; he was using me. He drove down hard, pushing past my initial resistance and into my throat. I felt his head slamming against my tonsils and tried to take a few quick breaths through my nose, so that he could keep going without abandon. I was committed to proving that I could hang at his level.

He was quiet, and the whole scene around us was silent, other than bugs and the wet, sloppy noises of my throat gagging on his cock. I started to wonder if he’d ever finish, or whether this was what he planned to do to completion. I felt tears sting my eyes, not from pain, but from my throat’s exhaustion of the pounding it was taking. 

“Good boy,” he hissed, before pulling me up and smashing our lips together again. I made out with him again and this time, I bit down on his lips, hard, again showing I wasn’t beneath him. “Fuck, my dick tastes so good on your tongue…” 

This guy was a freak…and I kinda liked it. 

While we kissed, his free hand dropped, finding the outline of my dick in my pants, rubbing it roughly and without any steady rhythm.

“Can I fuck you?” He asked, pulling back slightly and still holding my package through my pants.

“I thought you were a bottom?” I remembered how he’d desperately offered himself up to Preston.

“I am, but come on…” He looked me up and down, settling his eyes mainly on his hand that was holding my package. That hurt. It was a challenge to my manhood in so many ways; our height, the sports we played, our ages…the size of our dicks…all of it.

But was that going to stop me from wanting to have sex with him? Absolutely not. “Fine.” I nodded. “You don’t have a condom, do you?” I knew what the answer was gonna be.”

He just shook his head, his eyes burning into mine. “I don’t, sorry. We don’t have to if you don’t want to, seriously. But I promise I’m clean.” For a split second, his face softened. “I get tested regularly, I promise.” 

For some reason, the way he said that line was more serious. “It’s fine, just fuck me. Don’t go too hard.” I hoped he remembered how Preston had gone too far during our threesome. I was still learning my body and what I could handle.

“Hands flat on the table. Lean down,” he said.

I obeyed instantly, bracing myself. My pants dropped behind me. It felt strange to have cool air hitting my butt in public.

“You said it tasted fine, right? Be honest.” 

“What?” I didn’t understand. 

“Your ass.” He said it so bluntly. This was all like clockwork to him, whereas to me, sex was still this intimate, one-on-one, special act.

“Oh…yeah…I think it was okay.” I said.

He reached for my waist, his big hands holding my abs and lower back, pushing me down to arch a little to maximize his view inside me. Then I felt wetness on my hole. He wasn’t just licking me, he was devouring it, coating my hole in his saliva and pushing his tongue past my ring and inside my hole.

I groaned into the wood of the table, my knuckles white. He was better than Preston at this, it felt like an intimate massage of the most vulnerable place of my body. Then, he slid his tongue away. I heard the pop of his finger going into his mouth, then a finger was pressing inside me, digging around.

“Look at this tight, little ass. You’re a good, tight twink, aren’t you Liam?”

I felt conflicted and didn’t know how to respond but felt his finger dig deeper inside me, causing me to involuntarily moan out, “fuuuuck, yes. I’m…yessss…”

He pulled his finger out, and the next thing I felt was the blunt head of his cock pressing against my sweaty hole. He didn't waste time, driving in with a single, massive, grunting thrust.

I cried out into the night, my core screaming as he stretched my insides to their limit, instantly. Preston had always taken ten or so minutes to very slowly loosen me up, but Jason expected that I was ready to bottom at any point, and had sunk his entire cock in me in one go. It was the first time I’d really ever felt someone bottom outside inside me and I felt his pelvis pushing up against my butt cheeks.

“Fuck yeah, Liam,” he growled, pulling back only an inch, then driving in again, harder. “You’re soooo fucking tight. How many guys have fucked you!?”

“You’re the third…” I whimpered.

“Fuuuuck. This is amazing. Your hole is soooo good.” The way he moaned, in pleasure and destroying my insides, turned me on to a point that any tension down there washed immediately away.

His pace was like a piston, relentless and fast, and I started whimpering and moaning out loud uncontrollably. If anyone were within a half mile of us, they’d have heard my moans as I got fucked good, hard, and fast. It was a vicious rhythm; smack, smack, smack, the sound of his groin hitting my butt cheeks echoing in the quiet park. 

“Look up, Liam. Look at the stars. You’re a good boy.” He slammed into me again, pulling my hips back to meet him, trying to get even deeper.

“Fucking tell me,” he commanded, his voice dark and low. “Tell me what you are.”

I struggled to find the words through the haze of sensation, but I was lost in his hypnotic, commanding spell. “I’m…I’m your good boy,” I gasped, the humiliation and the pleasure melting into a single, overwhelming sensation.

“Say it louder. Who owns your hole?”

“You do, Jason!” I screamed the words into the dark.

“Me or Preston?” He grunted.

Now, I froze. 

“Me or Preston, Liam? Who owns your hole?” He slowed down to a few brutal bone-jarring thrusts where he pulled all six inches out slowly, before ramming them back in, over and over.

I started to go woozy. “YOU JASON. You do!” I couldn’t help it, he felt absolutely incredible.

“You feel that? That’s all of me. That’s every inch of my cock deep in your gut. You thought you couldn’t handle it, but you can! I’m gonna fucking breed you, Liam. Take this fucking load, good boy!”

He kept relentlessly fucking me, his stamina completely unfazed.

“MMMMHHHH, aghhhh….uhhhggghhh….Jasonnn,” he was basically holding me up now as my body went into a hyperdrive of pleasure from the ecstasy I was feeling.

“Don’t you DARE stop,” I ordered, my voice suddenly frantic. His hand dropped to move my wrist and hand down my body until my hand was curled around my own smaller, throbbing cock.

“Get yourself off. NOW. I wanna feel you clenching around me when I’m breeding you.”

I started jerking myself off clumsily, the aggressive rhythm of his pounding into my ass, the deep penetration, and the added stimulation of my own hand becoming too much. I could feel the tension ratcheting up in my entire body. I yelled his name one more time and came, shooting a massive load onto the picnic table below us. He was right; as soon as my orgasm started, my ass started clenching uncontrollably, squeezing his hard dick.

Jason roared and tensed every single muscle in his linebacker frame, pushing one more time and bottoming out in me. “Aaaagggghhhh...” He moaned as I felt my insides go warm. He caressed my abs from behind as I could feel each wave of heat spread out inside my gut.

Then, just as abruptly as he had started, he pulled out. I straightened up, dizzy and swaying slightly, trying to pull my mind back into my body. I felt something warm running down my leg and reached back to feel my wide open, gaping hole soaked in stickiness.

Jason was already pulling his costume back on, but turned back towards me to give my butt a light slap a few times. It wasn’t sexual; it was more like he was a teammate patting me on the butt for having performed well.

“You’re a better bottom than you give yourself credit for,” he said, but his voice was flat. He didn't reach for me, didn't offer a hug, a kiss, or even a second glance.

“Where do you live? Can you get back to your dorm from here or do you need me to walk you home? Seriously.” He asked it in a way that he clearly meant it that he’d help if I needed it, but I also knew it wasn’t a romantic invitation.

“I’ll be fine…” I pulled my pants back up, feeling the discomfort of sticky semen smushing around in my underwear. 

“Aight. I’ll see you around?” Jason held out a hand for a fist bump that I met in midair. 

And then, he was gone.

Author Note: This is part of a much longer series I've written! Feel free to check out my reddit page or DM me for more info on how to find my stories!!