Holy Scomiche: The Second Helping

Costume Party

"I look like a slut," Mitch called from his bathroom. "Good," Kirstie said, peeking her breasts up in Mitch's wall mirror.

Mitch stepped out of the bathroom with a faint blush and crossed arms. He wore a Japanese school girl outfit that seemed to be hugging tightly.

Kirstie turned around and gasped, "Damn, daddy be thick!" Mitch's blush darkened at the statement, "Can we just go? I don't want anymore dirty comments."

Kirstie told him to give her a few seconds to reapply her clip-on bow for her cheerleader costume.

The entire drive, Mitch kept pulling down his shorts. They rode up and his ass ate the skirt all the time. When he got out, he had to pull the skirt down as well. Kirstie quickly grabbed his hand and lead him inside.

Once inside, Mitch grimaced. The music was loud and far from his taste, teenagers were drunkenly dancing and grinding on one another, and he was pretty sure someone was having sex on the far wall.
"This is gonna be awesome!" Kirstie shouted as she confidently strutted into the party.

Mitch followed her but soon lost her in the crowd. He tried calling her name, but it was no use with the other noises easily overpowering his own.

Mitch finally decided that he'd just stay put in the kitchen and stood by the wall.

Soon, a group of jocks barreled through to the kitchen and barbarically took drinks and snacks, marching away in almost a collection. One of the jocks turned around and looked his way, winking.

Mitch stood there, confused as the what just happened. Suddenly, Kirstie stood next to him with a smirk, "Did I just see my best friend get attention for the Scott Hoying?"

Mitch gripped the hem of his skirt and blushed, shaking his head a bit, "I don't know." Kirstie laughed heartily and grabbed Mitch's hand, guiding him to a table of assorted drinks, "Grab one."

Mitch looked between the drinks and Kirstie. "Well? Go on then. I think they're gonna start spin the bottle," Kirstie encouraged as she grabbed a cup filled with a blue beverage and down it. Mitch imitated her actions and took a blue cup, downing it as she had done. Once finished, he coughed profusely and rubbed his chest, "Went down the wrong pipe."

Kirstie laughed and grabbed two more, sowing her second and handing Mitch his, "Let's go kiss some boys... or girls. I'm kinda down for either, right now."

Mitch sighed and downed the second drink, already feeling a small haze in his brain.

The two sat down beside each other in a large circle of teenagers that were spinning a glass wine cooler bottle amongst themselves.

Soon, the bottle landed on Kirstie. A pretty girl with shiny black hair crawled across the empty space of the circle and made out with Kirstie. A few of the guys cheered and whistles as groping took place.

Finally, the girls finished and Kirstie spun the bottle. The bottle landed on the jock from before. Kirstie giggled and met him halfway, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

The jock got a few pats on the back before he spun the bottle for himself. The glass spun in circle after circle after circle until finally, the opening aimed right between Mitch's legs.

Mitch blushed and looked up, seeing the muscular teenager crawl over to him and, eventually, over him.

Mitch's heart beat skyrocketed, nearly hurting his chest. Finally, the Scott Hoying kissed Mitch. It only lasted for a few seconds, but that was all it took to make Mitch almost lose all oxygen in his lungs.

For the rest of the game, Mitch was in a daze. Once he spun the bottle, it landed on Scott again. And he kissed him again. It cycled three more turns before Scott landed on a random girl dressed as a 'cat'.

By the end of the night, the game had switched from simply spin the bottle to Seven Minutes in Heaven. Kirstie ended up going with that girl first. They came back out looking a little messier than usual.

Then, the bottle landed on Mitch again. Scott was smirking at his from across the circle, standing up and walking over to offer a hand. Mitch blushed and reached out to take it, standing on shaky knees and following the taller male into the large closet. Someone closet it behind him and through the door, you could hear, "Seven Minutes and counting!"

Scott instantly slammed Mitch against the wall, violently clashing his lips with his own. Mitch gasped in surprise, but it was muffled by the kiss. Scott hands rested on Mitch's hips, sliding round to rest on his ass. Mitch wrapped his arms around Scott's shoulders and deepened the kiss, his mind and body working on overdrive.

His mind was racing a million miles a second and his body didn't know what it wanted to do first. It had so much to concentrate on. Scott's hands kneading his ass, Scott's bulge pressing against his own, Scott's lips dancing with his own. So much to do, so little time.

Scott reached up Mitch's back and found his zipper, slowly pulling it down and moving his sleeve to expose his prominent collar bones. Scott's instantly attacked them, earning an almost desperate moan from the boy.

He sucked and bit everywhere he could fit his lips and teeth, grinding against Mitch. Mitch reached up to grab one of the closet rails for support, thankful his legs hadn't given out.

Scott finally migrated his assault as he moved the shirt down more, exposing Mitch's nipples. He sucked the left into his mouth, massaging the right between his fingers. Mitch moaned again, the stimulation shooting to his penis and making him extra sensitive.

Scott switched nipples, giving it the same treatment as the other. His cock was oozing precum in his pants, twitching and begging to be released and taken care of.

Finally, Scott pulled away and was beginning to unbutton his pants, but then a knock on the door disturbed them. "Times up!" Someone called from outside.

Scott grunted in annoyance before zipping Mitch back up and button his pants. He opened the door and walked out, Mitch following suit.

Mitch sat beside Kirstie, completely shocked. Kirstie giggled and reached over, "Did you get assaulted by an octopussy?" She said, referring to the large hickeys that littered Mitch's neck and chest.

Mitch reached up and felt the patches of his skin, blushing harder, "No... it was a jock."

But the time to party ended, Scott had caught Mitch in multiple occasions in aggressive make out sessions until they left. Mitch reached into his pocket for his phone and pulled out a piece of paper with it. On it was a number and a note, "HMU."

Kirstie stumbled into the backseat, the girl following suit. Mitch sighed as he felt the last phase of his drunk escapade die and his sobriety completely set in. He started the car and drove home.