The second not-quite-annual CHYOO ball

[gizmoo69]

Gizmoo69 dragged himself out of bed, threw on his dressing gown and stumbled down the stairs. Dammit, he thought, I hate mornings. He switched the kettle on, gasping for that first cup of tea that would make his day a whole lot easier.

*THWAP!* the unmistakeable sound of envelopes hitting doormat. Gizmo turned toward the front door, graoned at the amount of energy he would have to expend to pick up the post and then scooped up the pile of letters on the floor.

Hmm...bill, junk, brown hand-written envelope, junk, bill...hold on. Gizmo dropped all the post on his coffee table...all except the brown envelope. He tore it open.

INVITATION, the letter read, in swirly gold writing. Gizmo blinked a couple of times, clearing his vision a little. You are formally invited to the second not-quite-annual CHYOO ball. All CHYOOsters are invited... The letter rambled on for a few more lines, giving the address of a ballroom, dates and times. At the bottom, something else was written which caught Gizmo's eye. This year, the CHYOO ball is fancy dress. You must be dressed in a costume or you will not be permitted entry.

Fancy dress? Hmm...time to dig out that Chewbacca costume methinks.

 

[TwiztedClown]

I didnt get any invitation...

 

[Torg]

Torg sat in deep thought at his desk. The email invitation for the CHYOO Ball floated on the vidscreen before him. His mind wandered through various costume ideas, trying to pick one most sexy.

Finally, he made his decision, and stood up, ready for the flurry of activity that will be required to pull it off properly. Clothes will have to be pulled from the historical archive section, props will require Z's best efforts, and he'll need a new pair of boots, so shopping will be required, as much as Torg hated it.

He looked down and noticed that he hadn't dressed yet. As he headed to the bedroom, images of the other CHYOOers danced in his head, giving him a hard arrow pointing in the direction of his travel.

"This will be fun," he thought.

 

[narlen]

Anyone mind explaining? I'm resonably new so have no idea what this is about? Sounds like Role Playing.

 

[Torg]

Anyone mind explaining? I'm resonably new so have no idea what this is about? Sounds like Role Playing.

Yes, it's a roleplayed costume ball, in the style of CHYOO, meaning anything can happen.

 

[gizmo69]

Yes, it's a roleplayed costume ball, in the style of CHYOO, meaning anything can happen.

Ahem...If you guys are quite finished I think we should get on...

Gizmo arrived at the destination noted on his invitation and stepped out of his cab. His Chewbacca costume was at the dry cleaners (but that's a different story), so he had opted for an old favourite. He stroked his beard as he stared at the imposing ballroom in front of him, then walked towards the large building in front of him, his 3/4 length velvet jacket blowing behind him like a cape. He was wearing a ruffled shirt, and his large knee-high boots clomped satisfyingly on the steps to the main door.

A man was waiting for him, but moved aside at a flash of the invite. Gizmo stepped up to the doors and pushed them open. "Arr, me hearties," he said under his breath.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

The Chyoo Ball

Anyone mind explaining? I'm resonably new so have no idea what this is about? Sounds like Role Playing.

I just wanted to add this....
The Original Chyoo Ball

This was how the ball got started. Hopefully this new generation can make this one great too, and I'd love to see it follow through. I always felt the first Chyoo Ball ended "prematurely"

-Tim (niceguy2002tim)

 

[Dr. Tentakelliebe]

Maester wiped his freshly shaven face dry, leaving only a goatee where once a beard born of months of endless work had stood. Looking down at his watch, a smile crept devilishly across his round face. He checked his cufflings and jubilently left for the ball. A little known secret, Maester LOVED to dance.

 

[niceguy2002tim]

Chyoo Ball 2

Tim stumbled out of the taxi cab and slowly made his way toward the front steps. The task of climbing the steps was a lot harder than he had originally thought. As he made his first step he started to reflect on the previous night's debauchery. He slipped his hand into his pocket and removed a matchbox, which had doubled as a 'little black book.' Tim looked at it carefully in the early morning light and saw the phone numbers and names on it. Finally he had reached the top of the steps an the front door of his 19 bedroom, 6 car garage estate. He reached deeper into his pocket and fished out his house keys. On his first attempt he missed, jamming the key against the door, his second try was closer but his hand couldn't quite hold on to the keys. He watched as they slipped from his hand and clattered on the ground. Tim then looked down and saw the envelope that could change his life forever. His keys had fallen right next to it. With a groan he bent over and picked up the key-ring and his mail.

Tim managed to unlock the door and get inside. He didn't make it to his bed, but opted for the plush sofa instead. He quickly fell deep into sleep with the invitation still in his hand.

....

 

[niceguy2002tim]

????

What is the story? I mean, where is everybody? Doesn't somebody want to take a stab at the Chyoo Ball? The original forum made story was quite humourus... to me anyway. So take the challenge and write yourself into thsi story.

 

[horny-oz]

What is the story? I mean, where is everybody? Doesn't somebody want to take a stab at the Chyoo Ball? The original forum made story was quite humourus... to me anyway. So take the challenge and write yourself into thsi story.

Oo-er, you put 'stab' and 'ball' in the same sentence, I'm all queasy now!

I'm utter shite at roleplay, but I encourage others to do it so I can read their efforts.

 

[gizmoo69]

I'm utter shite at roleplay, but I encourage others to do it so I can read their efforts.

Let me get this straight, you're shite at roleplay, and yet you write for CHYOO?!

No excuse! Now you've received your invitation, whaddaya gonna do about it?

 

[niceguy2002tim]

The Telephone Call...

Tim was wakened abruptly by the loud ringing from the telephone. The ringer volume was set to low, but to his ears it sounded anything but. His head was still pounding and he felt a massive hangover grabbing at every part of his body. His penis felt a little sensitive from being over-used the night before.

“Go away…” he stammered at the phone. But, to no avail the telephone continued to ring. “Damn thing, who would this be calling at this hour?” he glanced at the clock on the wall and was startled to see it was 2 in the afternoon. Tim reached out and pushed the speakerphone button. “hello?” he asked. At first there was only the sound of somebody’s soft breathing. He listened closely as the breathing began to get louder and deeper. He knew it was a woman when he heard a gentle moan along with the breathing. The sounds of pleasure continued to drift from the speakerphone for a few minutes. Tim felt his dick grow large and bulge at the front of his boxers.

“Who is this? You sound very… very... Good,” he told the person on the phone.

“It’s not important who I am…” spoke a sweet, but winded female voice, “just listen…”

Tim settled down on the couch and did just that. The woman was breathing pretty heavily now between her moans. He could tell she was building herself to a nice orgasm. Listening to the erotic sounds, he couldn’t help but touch himself. He slipped his hand into his boxers to unleash what was now a full on erection. Tim gently stroked the length of his rod with his fingers. He slipped them from the bottom to the top, where a drop of pre-cum had escaped from the head of his dick. His penis tightened under his touch, begging to be fulfilled. He listened with anticipation as the woman on the phone neared her orgasm. God, she sounded so damn good. Tim had his hand wrapped around his shaft and was jerking it vigorously with the sounds of the woman’s moans.

Suddenly the woman spoke, “we’ll finish this at the Chyoo Ball,” her voice sounded low and out of breath, then came the click of the phone.

Tim felt alone, but still managed to finish the task at hand. Once he was finished he looked at the call display to discover?

What does he discover?