Get out of there

When I descended to the second floor, I saw a salmon shirt guy making out with some girl in the middle of the hallway. Me and Lana had to get past them to reach the stairs, but she just screamed behind me.

“Chirs!” She shouted and marched up to him and punched his tiny fists on the big guy’s shoulder, interrupting his making out. “What the fuck?! I go away for one second and you’re humping another bitch?”

“How about you, honey? You don’t think I know you’ve been jumping on that guy’s dick, you fucking whore?” He pointed at me after shouting it to her face. The other girl fled downstairs and just then he looked past Lana to me.

He targeted me and pushed her out of the way. Oh, well! It was nice living for 18 years. He pushed me against the wall with his left forearm on my neck, completely out of himself. With his sudden movements, I banged my head hard against the wall. The crown fell off my head and rolled to a corner.

“Hey, hey, hey! Chris!” Lana came behind him and grabbed his right arm to prevent him from punching me.

“You feel pretty special, hunky boy? Let's see how you're gonna feel after I mark your face.” He hissed and pushed Lana out of his arm, but she tripped on a rug and fell on her back on the floor.

“Chris!” She complained again and started crying with both her hands hiding her face. The crazy dude even took a moment to think about helping out his girl or beating the shit out of me, but he chose the first one for my relief.

I sighed relieved that I wasn’t going to have a broken nose that night. As the angry guy crouched down to ask her if she was ok, she pointed to the stairs with his head, looking at me.

I just fled the scene hearing him screaming, “This isn’t over!”

I quickly went down the stairs the fastest I could. Oh my God! That’s why my thing isn’t the girls. There’s always a crazy dumb muscle mountain behind them to kill you when you least expect.

When I got to the crowded living room, Matthew was being held upside down and drinking directly from a hose in the middle of the room. The guys holding him up were counting how many seconds he was held in that position. They counted till 35, but he let go of the hose. Even so, they cheered and helped him back up standing. When he saw me, he dizzly came in my direction and I held him by his back to help him steady himself.

As I laughed, he found his words again, “Hey! So you've won!”

“Yes, I did. And now I'm back at the part where I’ll kill you.” I said and he laughed with me. See? So much simpler with the guys.

“Admit it was fun. You look very serious when you're running.” He bit his lower lip. “Man, man?!”

“What now?”

“You have a hard on.” He shouted in my ear as the music got louder.

“Yeah, I forgot about that.” I squeezed my hard cock over the jeans. It was starting to actually hurt.

“It's really big!” He kept looking down my pants.

I wanted to make a move on him, maybe get him to suck me dry, but I still had to talk to Carl about everything. He was really upset over the call. I faded my grin away when I saw my attacker across the room.

“That guy's there.” I shouted over the music to Matthew.

“What? Are you with him?” He asked, puzzled.

“Hell no! He just want to beat the shit out of me because I almost fucked his girlfriend.” My answer made him really confused.

“But I thought that you were—”

“Yes, I’m gay.” I froze when he locked eyes on me across the room. “Long story. Can we go now?”

“We can get out through the backyard.” He started making way and I followed him, but something was telling me crazy-dude was following behind.