The Party

By Vic Winter

Ricky waited impatiently as Joey blew up his

muscles.

"Don't make them too big, or I'll look silly and

unbelievable."

"Ricky. Honey. Nobody is buying these as your real

muscles, no matter what size I make them. I mean, I
love you, honey, but you haven't got a muscular bone in
your body."

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Ricky stuck his tongue out at his best friend and

roommate since their first year at college. "I just don't
want them to be idiotically large. Or for you to overfill
them and have them explode on me. The costume rental
place will make me pay for the costume outright if I
trash it." They'd been very anal about the whole thing at
the store, had a hundred dollar deposit from him and
everything, which he very much needed back.

"Better remember to take it off then, when you bring

Mr. Right home."

Rolling his eyes, Ricky endured a couple more

pumps before insisting that Joey was done. He looked in
the mirror. Yeah, that wasn't bad. When he tugged the
mask down over his eyes, it was perfect. He looked just
like Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Joey fussed a moment, and then nodded. "Now all

you need is your Batman."

Ricky laughed, but even he could hear the wistfulness

in the sound. The party he was going to was the GLBT
Club's annual "pairs party" always held in late October,
but never calling itself a Halloween party. You were
supposed to dress up as one half of a famous gay couple.
The idea was to find your "other half," or halves as it
often worked out, and get to know them -- dance, chat,
whatever. It was a fun ice breaker and Ricky was on his
pairs party number four. His last one.

His last chance.
Oh, it was probably really silly, but Ricky had always

imagined, ever since the first time he'd heard of it, that
the pairs party was where he'd find his match. He'd
fantasized that when he found the character he was
dressed as' partner, that he'd also find his partner.

He felt a little silly for still believing it, considering

he'd been disappointed every year, but at the same time
it was a schmaltzy and romantic idea that he couldn't

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quite let go of. So, for better or worse, there was an
element of last chance to this particular party and he
could only hope that it didn't leave him reeking of
desperation.

"Aren't you coming this year?" he asked once he'd

finished carefully scrutinizing his own reflection and
realized that Joey wasn't dressed up.

"Of course I am!" Joey linked arms with him. "Let's

go!"

"You aren't wearing a costume?" He probably

sounded more scandalized than he'd meant to.

"Sure I am -- it's everyman." Joey laughed. "This way

I can pair up with anyone in regular clothes -- and if it's
anything like last year, that'll give me good pickings. Or,
you know, enough good men for an orgy."

Ricky shook his head, but followed along with Joey.

The man was incorrigible and Ricky didn't know if Joey
was serious about the orgy part or not. Probably. Joey
always hooked up at this thing because he just wanted to
have fun, not find Mr. Right or anything.

Maybe tonight Ricky would take a page from Joey's

book.

***

Or maybe not.
A little before midnight, Ricky was on a stool at the

counter of the Heavenly Dinner, eating cherry pie one
huge spoonful after another. He told himself that he
wasn't sulking or gorging to fill the hole in him due to
lack of partner. The pie was simply that good.

Truth was, the pie was good and he hadn't caught a

single eye at the party. Not only had he not found Mr.
Right or even Mr. Right Now, but there hadn't been a
single Batman at the whole, entire party.

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How could there have been no one else in the entire

GLBT community who hadn't thought Batman and
Robin made the perfect couple? There hadn't even been
any other Boy Wonders in attendance. It had just been
him and his fake, blow-up muscles.

He'd wanted to shake it off and have fun, to dance

even without a partner, have some punch and get a little
tipsy because it had been spiked. Maybe even kiss
someone. He'd wanted all that, but he'd also wanted to
find his Batman and that hadn't happened either.

He could feel himself getting more and more morose

and cynical by the second. The best cure he knew for
morosity -- whether that was a word or not -- was
Heavenly Dinner's cherry pie. The only cure he knew
against cynicism was a second piece of cherry pie, this
one a la mode. The plate was already on the counter,
sitting at his elbow, just waiting for him to finish with
the first piece.

He didn't mind if the ice cream melted a little. In fact,

it tasted even better that way -- not completely melted,
of course, but just starting to get runny, so the cream
mixed in with the cherry pie filling. It tasted so good
like that. And how could you get too cynical if there was
something as good as cherry pie with slightly melted
vanilla ice cream, not only in the world but on your
plate?

He pushed away his empty plate and tugged the

cherry pie a la mode in front of him. Look at that. He
already felt better, less annoyed and cynical and down.
Just think how good he was going to feel when he'd
finished the pie.

Licking his lips, he cut into the pie with his spoon,

making sure to scoop up some of the ice-cream while he
was at it. Oh, yeah. That was good.

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He was about halfway through the pie when the little

bell over the diner's door rang and he did what everyone
else in the place did automatically, he looked over to
watch the latest diner come in.

His jaw dropped. It literally dropped open and stayed

there as he watched Batman walk into the diner. This
was the Adam West style Batman, complete with blow-
up muscles, just like Ricky's own. It was his pairs party
match in living color.

By the time the Batman saw him and made his way

over, Ricky'd managed to get his mouth closed, so he
wasn't sitting there like a complete idiot.

"I really don't have a choice, do I?" Batman asked,

sitting on the stool next to him.

Batman had a great voice, nice eyes, too. And Ricky

was pretty sure those weren't blow-up muscles after all.
He wanted desperately to squeeze them and find out for
himself.

"No, I guess not." Ricky grinned, pleased he'd left the

mask on when he'd come in earlier, and even more
pleased that he'd managed to not only answer
coherently, but that he did so without squeaking. Score
one for the Boy Wonder.

"I was at the Halloween party on Fraternity Row,

what's your excuse?"

Ricky made a face. He'd heard about the parties on

Fraternity Row and he wasn't sure sharing where he'd
come from was the safest choice here. Those muscles
were, after all, quite real.

Before he could answer, though, the guy laughed at

his face and nodded. "Yeah, I know. Fraternity row
parties are poor excuses for a bunch of guys to get
shitfaced and try to get into girls' panties. Not my style,
really, any of it."

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"No?" That boded well. Maybe this guy knew what a

great couple Batman and Robin made.

"Nah. The last time I hit on one of the brothers, he hit

back, only not in the fun I want to sleep with you only
without the sleeping part kind of way."

Laughing easily at that, Ricky found himself

relaxing. "You should have come to the GLBT pairs
party."

"I'm not sure it would have been any better, aside

from the not worrying about getting beaten up for liking
boys part. I mean, you left it, right?"

"You, my friend, have a point." Ricky had indeed

left. And he'd left alone. Of course that might have been
different if Batman here had been in attendance.

"So, you didn't find any Batmans there?"
"Nope, not a one. It seems they were all partying on

Fraternity Row this year."

"And now Batman and Robin have left their

respective parties and find themselves both at the
Heavenly Diner. Coincidence?" Batman paused, and
then he and Ricky finished it together. "I think not."

Chuckling, Ricky smiled at Batman. Okay, maybe

there'd been a reason why there wasn't a single Batman
at the pairs party. Maybe fate liked to twist things up a
little bit.

Batman nodded at his plate. "You going to eat that

before you've got pie and soup?"

"Oh, crap!" Ricky dug into his pie and had a few

quick pieces before it became quite inedible. Funnily
enough, that didn't bother him as much as it might have.
It was hard to be cynical when your very own Batman
was sitting next to you watching you eat cherry pie and
vanilla soup.

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It turned out that not only did Batman have a car, he

hadn't been drinking at all, which Ricky figured was the
real reason why Batman had not had a good time at the
Fraternity Row parties; they improved greatly with a
few drinks. So, Batman drove them back to Ricky's
place.

Ricky was pretty sure the place would be deserted.

Joey was well on his way to his orgy when Ricky'd left
the party for the Diner. And if Joey was home, well,
then Ricky imagined something dire'd happened and
there wouldn't be any sex for anyone. He was really
hoping Joey'd found his orgy.

Luck was with him, or maybe it was less luck and

more Joey's ability to attract men of every ilk to him, at
any rate, whatever the reason, Ricky's place was empty
and dark, a lone, sad pumpkin sitting on the doorstep, its
cut out eyes blackened from a flame that no longer was
lit. The bowl of candy they'd left out was empty, too.

Ricky let Batman in. "Welcome to the bat cave."
Batman laughed, mask still in place. It served to

make those blue eyes stand out. They might have been
piercing without the mask, Ricky didn't know, but they
certainly were piercing with it on. "Can I kiss you?"

Ricky nodded and tilted his head up, mouth parting

as Batman's lips landed on his. It was kind of hot,
kissing someone who's face he hadn't even seen, his own
equally hidden by his Boy Wonder mask.

He wrapped his arms around Batman's broad

shoulders and poured himself into the kiss. He didn't
even notice Batman moving them until he was pushed
up against the wall, Batman's cock grinding against his
own. At that point, he wasn't going to stop or suggest
they slow it down. Not at all.

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It might have been different for Batman, but Ricky

hadn't had sex in months and he was feeling pretty eager
and suddenly not too worried about the state of his
costume just now. Maybe it hadn't been so long for
Batman, because he had the presence of mind to get
their 'tights' pulled down.

Of course that only made it hotter, better. Cock on

cock was a beautiful thing. A sexy, hot, silky, amazing
thing.

Ricky shot hard, yelling into Batman's mouth as it

felt like his whole body was pouring out of his cock.
God, an all over, full body orgasm. Those were not an
everyday occurrence. He leaned against the wall,
panting as he tried to catch his breath.

After he'd caught it, he realized that Batman was still

hard and hot against him. "Oh! What about you? I'm
sorry!"

"It's okay. I was kind of hoping to finish up in you,

anyway? Maybe in the bedroom?"

"Yeah. Yeah." He wanted that, too. It had been even

longer since he'd last done that.

Batman eased him down onto his feet again and

stepped back, turned to head down the hall, which was
the only way where his room could have been.

"Wait!"
Batman turned back to him and Ricky shrugged

apologetically. "I know it's silly, but I'd like to see your
face, to know your name before we go any further." He
didn't want to fuck an anonymous guy in a Batman
costume. He just didn't, no matter how romantic the
notion of them being destined because of the costumes
they'd chosen was. If all this was going to be was an
anonymous fuck, if Batman didn't even want to
exchange names, then Ricky'd gone as far as he was

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going to. Oh, he'd take care of Batman's erection, but not
in his bed.

"I'll show you mine, if you show me yours,"

murmured Batman, hand going to his mask.

"Yeah, on three. One." Ricky raised his hand to his

own mask, ready to whip it off. "Two. Three." He pulled
off his mask and looked eagerly at Batman's face.

Oh. Nice. Very nice. Batman wasn't ugly beneath that

mask at all. In fact he was quite handsome. Short blond
hair and those blue eyes in a lovely square-jawed face
looked at him.

"Believe it or not, my name is actually Adam."
"Not Adam West." That would have been too much.

Hell, a guy named Adam dressing up as Batman was
almost crossing the line.

Adam laughed and shook his head. "No, not that."
"Thank God. I might have had to throw you back if

that was the case." Laughing, he held out his hand. "I'm
Ricky."

"Cool." Instead of shaking his hand, Adam touched

his cheek, stroked the skin up by his eyes. "You look
better without the mask. I bet that's true of the whole
deal."

"The whole deal?" Ricky had a vague idea of what

Adam meant, but frankly, that sweet little touch to his
face had him distracted.

"Yeah. I bet all of you looks better without the

costume."

"I don't have any muscles." Ricky cursed himself for

blurting that out, but it was true enough.

Adam shrugged. "I've got muscles of my own -- I

don't need you to have them, too. I'm not fond of gym
rats."

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"You're in luck then, I'm not a rat." Ricky stopped as

soon as he said it and then started to laugh, Adam
joining right in.

Still chuckling, he reached out for Adam's hand. His

Batman took it, and let him lead them down the hall to
his bedroom.

He wasn't nervous, exactly. It had been awhile,

though, and now that he knew Adam's name and had
seen Adam's face, this had a little more riding on it -- it
was real now.

Ricky stopped by the bed and fiddled with the

waistband of his costume. Adam's hand cupped his
cheek and tilted his face so he could look up into
Adam's eyes.

"This is supposed to be good, right? So if you're

nervous of if you've changed your mind..." Adam let the
words drift off and Ricky had to fill the rest in himself.

He figured what the rest meant was that Adam was a

good guy and if Ricky was having second thoughts,
Batman could slip away into the night, no harm, no foul.
Which of course, made Ricky like him all the more.

"I'm okay. It's just been awhile and who knows if the

protocol's changed since I last slept with someone."

Adam snorted. "Protocol? Look, I like you and I'd

like to fuck you and then spend the night in bed with
you, sleeping being optional. But if that's not for you,
I'm not here to force you or make you feel like you have
to do it, or anything. I like my lovers willing."

Ricky felt silly now, but also relieved. "I'm good.

You're good. The bed's really good -- it's got a brand
new mattress and clean sheets. I even have supplies in
the headboard."

"Good." Adam peeled off his top half, and then the

bottom half of the Batman outfit.

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Ricky figured Adam'd done that to help put Ricky at

ease, but he didn't really care what the reason was, he
was too busy drooling over Adam's amazing body.
People really did have six-packs -- oh, he knew that the
muscle bound studs did, but Adam was a real person,
not a sports god or anything, and there it was, tempting
Ricky's fingers in the best way.

He reached out and stroked over Adam's abs. "Wow."
Adam laughed and the muscles tightened and

loosened beneath Ricky's fingers.

"I like your muscles," Ricky told him, still stroking.
"Thanks, Ricky. Let's ditch yours, yeah?" Adam's

fingers went to his waist band and Ricky obligingly
raised his arms so Adam could pull the top off.

Only that didn't happen.
Things got... stuck. Specifically his muscles, the ones

that Joey'd taken such care to blow up for him. It seemed
he should have deflated them before attempting to
remove the top. Adam bit his lip, but a snicker still
managed to make its way out. Ricky rolled his eyes at
himself and flipped open the little tab near the elbow,
the air beginning to hiss out immediately.

"Well." Ricky looked down at himself as the muscles

quickly deflated. "That's flattering."

Adam finally burst out laughing, and Ricky had to

admit, it was pretty funny. The corner of his mouth
twitched, and then he started laughing, too. Because it
was funny and at least Adam was laughing with him
instead of pointing and laughing at him.

Ricky decided to take that as a plus.
Eventually, he was as naked as Adam was, his

costume piled in a corner while Ricky sprawled out on
his bed with Adam. The incident and subsequent
laughter had actually relaxed Ricky a fair bit and it was

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easy to lean up and grab the lube and some condoms and
pass them over.

It didn't hurt anything that Adam was clearly going to

take his time. Maybe even enough time to drive Ricky
out of his mind as the clever hands moved on his body,
explored and aroused. Soon enough, Ricky danced on
Adam's fingers, his body rolling in waves of pleasure.

"You're so tight. I can't wait to get my cock inside

you."

"Then don't. I'm ready." Ricky was, too. He was

ready and eager and wanted to be filled already.

Adam's fingers slid away, making him whimper.

"Just let me..."

It seemed to take forever for Adam to get the condom

on. Ricky drummed his heels against the mattress
impatiently, but at last Adam was settling between his
spread legs, thick, blunt head nudging against Adam's
hole.

He took a breath and let it out, meeting Adam's eyes.

Ricky nodded, fingers curling in the covers. Adam
started pushing and for a moment -- the longest moment
of Ricky's life -- it seemed like Adam wasn't going to fit,
like his cock wasn't going to get in. Then all of a sudden
Adam was inside him, cock steadily sinking until
Adam's balls nudged Ricky's ass.

"Yes," he whispered, his eyes closing.
He clenched his ass, feeling Adam's cock from the

inside out. It felt amazing. He was full, almost but not
quite painfully so, and every tiny shift Adam made
zinged up along his spine.

Wow.
"Good?" Adam asked, sounding more than a little

breathless.

"Good doesn't even begin to cover it."

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Adam smiled down at him, looking a cross between

pleased, smug, happy, and wondering. It was a good
look on the handsome face and it did something deep
inside Ricky's belly to see it and to know that he was
responsible for it.

Ricky had to buck a few times, but Adam finally got

the message and started moving, slow, almost tentative
thrusts that quickly morphed as Ricky pushed up hard to
meet them. Then Adam found a rhythm they could both
live with and Ricky was barreling on toward orgasm
number two.

It blew Ricky's mind; in fact, he passed out for a

moment -- it was just too good.

"I can stay the night?" Adam asked when they'd

cleaned up and were curled together on Ricky's bed.

"Yeah. As long as no one puts out the bat signal, you

can stay as long as you want."

***

Ricky waited impatiently as Joey blew up his

muscles.

"Don't make them too big, or I'll look silly and

unbelievable."

Joey rolled his eyes and gave Ricky's Boy Wonder

costume's muscles another pump or two. "It's fine. You
look great."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to have bigger muscles than

my Batman."

"Not possible." Adam came out of their bedroom,

decked out in his Batman costume, the real muscles
beneath the tight fabric filling it out really well.

Ricky couldn't help lick his lips and he could tell he

was going to have to give his dick a strong talking to. It
was one thing to get a woody at home, but he needed to

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be circumspect at the company's Halloween party. He'd
only been with them for a few months and, while he
hadn't hidden that he was gay, it hadn't come up a whole
lot. This party was going to blow him right out of any
sort of closet he might have been in, adding a hard-on to
the look just wouldn't do.

"You look amazing," he told his lover and smiled as

his words made Adam preen some more.

"We'll be the best looking couple at this shindig."
"You sure will," Joey agreed. "Good thing I'm

partying over at the university, for old time's sake."

Ricky laughed at his best friend and smiled over at

Adam.

Maybe it was romantic and schmaltzy to go to this

party in the same costumes they'd met in, but Ricky had
decided that there wasn't anything wrong with romantic
or schmaltzy, especially when he had his perfect partner
with him.

"Ready, babe?" Adam asked him.
Ricky nodded and took Adam's hand.
He so was.

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The Party

Copyright © 2009 by Vic Winter

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