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On the eighth day of Whumpmas, my whumper gave to me...
Eight drinks a-roofied,
Seven seas a-rising,
Six bombs a-ticking,
Five made to watch!
Four triggers tripped,
Three blocked doors,
Two human shields,
And a Buck tied to a pear tree.
Evan liked playing football, he liked the physical rush of it, he liked working out with his team, he liked making impressive catches and taking hard tackles and still holding onto the ball after. And puberty had finally started to treat him well, allowing him to put on some muscle and really get his game in gear. His coach said if he kept things up, he'd be looked at by college scouts and maybe even get a scholarship out of it.
He was riding high on his success, and as such, he couldn't turn down the invitation to a party put together after a rivalry win in which Evan caught the winning touchdown. He liked the energy of parties, the high of victory, the bump and grind of dancing.
And more people than usual were lining up to bump and grind with him. His football game wasn't the only thing benefiting from puberty; he'd been getting more and more flirtatious and lust-filled looks as of late, and it was doing wonders for his self-esteem.
A beautiful girl Evan had never met before slid in front of him, pressing a red solo cup into his hand as she pulled him close to her by his belt loop. "Hey, hotshot," she purred. She began a dirty grind against him and Evan moved his hips with hers to the music, enjoying the feel of her body shifting against his. Evan took a long drink from the cup; he recognized it immediately as the jungle juice concoction the host had bragged about mixing. It was strong, stronger than anything Evan had had before, but it was good. He took another sip and the girl grinned at him.
"Is it good?" she asked.
"Yeah, Justin knows what he's doing," Evan said. The girl did another full-bodied shimmy against him and he grinned. "So do you, it seems."
"Maybe," she grinned coyly. "Maybe I can show you something else I'm good at?" she asked, stepping back and pulling him with her by his belt loop. Evan smirked, letting her pull him along. He downed the rest of the cup and left it on a coffee table as he followed her.
She pulled him into a deserted bedroom and pushed him backwards. His knees hit something and then he was falling backwards onto a mattress. The abrupt change in position made him feel a little bit lightheaded, but before he could think much of it, the girl was climbing on top of him, straddling him, and then leaning over to kiss him.
Evan relaxed into the kiss. He was good at kissing, or at least so he'd been told, but it was rare that someone else took the reins from him. He kinda liked it.
"What's your name?" Evan asked breathlessly as she pulled away to tuck her hair behind her ear.
"Oh, don't you worry about that, sweetheart," she said, diving back down before Evan could say anything further.
Evan was starting to feel a little hazy, and he wondered if it was the strength of the alcohol (he'd only had the one cup), or if the girl was simply depriving him of oxygen with how passionately she kissed him. She ran her hands up and down Evan's chest as she kissed him, then slipped her hands under the hem of his shirt and started feeling along his bare torso.
Evan tried to keep up, his hands on her hips and running up and down her sides, but he couldn't concentrate on doing much else. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the long day? The adrenaline of the win finally wearing off? Whatever it was, he felt sluggish and like he wasn't contributing all that much to the make-out session, as nice as it was.
Then the girl's hand drifted lower and started playing with Evan's belt buckle, and he froze. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that yet. Yeah, he liked kissing, he liked feeling a warm body pressed up against his, but...he wasn't naïve, he knew what came next if she took his pants off. He didn't want that. Not yet. Not with a girl he'd only met tonight.
Evan moved a hand to hold her wrist, to stop her, but she merely grabbed his wrist with her other hand and placed it on the bed. "Don't you worry, hotshot. I'm gonna take good care of you," she said, returning to his belt after brushing aside his other protesting hand with an easy shove.
He wanted her to stop, but his mouth couldn't form words as she dove back down to plunder his mouth with her tongue. Her hands shoved his newly unzipped jeans down and then the waistband of his boxers, and the slight chill of the room was all the more apparent to his suddenly exposed groin. He should want this...everything he'd ever heard his upperclassmen teammates say about sex made it sound like this was what he should be yearning for, but he'd always thought he'd be more in control of the situation and less along for the ride.
His vision swam and he blinked sluggishly, trying to rid himself of the blur. The girl wrapped a hand around his shaft and began stroking him, and Evan tried to bat her hand away, but she easily fended him off with her other hand. "Relax, hotshot," she whispered against his lips, and then she was shimmying down his body, and the warm heat of her mouth was enveloping the head of his cock, sucking on it gently and licking it. It felt good, it felt amazing even, but Evan only wanted it to stop. He just couldn't find the energy to make her stop. His mouth wouldn't work, wouldn't form the words he wanted to say. He could only lay there and take it.
Her head bobbed up and down on his cock, her hand stroking him where her mouth couldn't reach, and he was hard, achingly so, and even if he wanted to thrust up into her mouth, he didn't have the strength to. He didn't have the strength to do anything, he felt like a prisoner trapped in his own body.
He was growing more and more drowsy, and it was becoming a struggle to keep his eyes open. The girl must have noticed because she lifted off his cock with a lewd pop and smirked at him.
"You can go to sleep, sweetheart, as long as you don't mind me using your cock to get off," she said, kissing the side of his mouth as she continued stroking him hard and fast with her hand. "I'll even use a condom, I promise."
Evan didn't want her to do anything, but he couldn't...he couldn't keep his eyes open...his body felt so heavy...he felt so good...he couldn't stay awake...
When Evan woke up later, his shirt was rucked up to his neck, but his now soft cock had been tucked back into his boxers and zippered pants. The room was empty except for him, and the sounds of the party had died down outside, but there were still people clearly milling around. Evan quickly righted his shirt, buckled his belt, and tried not to cry when he noticed the empty condom wrapper discarded on the bed. He left the party without saying goodbye to anyone.