Go talk to Jackson

I left Rebecca and Natalie to their conversation and continued on to greet Jackson. I only vaguely registered that my cock had become diamond-hard the moment Natalie had touched me.

Seeing Jackson quickly cleared my mind, however. He was the most laid-back dude I knew and whenever I met him, which was almost always on random occasions, I made a mental note to hang out with him more because he could make every situation relaxing and chill. Plus, it didn't hurt that Madison, his girlfriend, was smoking hot and always in a good mood. Right now, Jackson was lounging around on the kitchen sofa, butt-naked and rolling a joint. Madison was with him; she was perched on the sofa's arm-rest with her legs spread-eagled and raised almost above her head, applying ludicrous amounts of lube to her butthole. Madison was almost always lubed; she was quite skinny and had the tightest asshole I knew, so I guess anal without proper lubrication probably hurt her quite a bit. Right now, she was already glistening, but that didn't seem to stop her from emptying the rest of the tube onto her ass.

"Jon the Don! What's up, my man?" Jackson grinned and interrupted his joint-rolling for a second to high-five me. "Thought you'd never make it through to us."
"That's because he was getting all starry-eyed with Nat over there," Madison smirked, "did you see how his dick sprang to attention? Like a dog smelling a treat!"
"How do you know I wasn't just looking forward to seeing you, Maddie?" I replied and went to hug her. As I did so, I smoothly slid my dick into her exposed anus, which was surprisingly easy thanks to all the lube she had been smearing into it. She opened her eyes in mock surprise for a moment and let out the tiniest of moans before breaking out into laughter.
"I KNEW it! The moment I saw you come over here I thought no way is Jon gonna pass up on his favourite butthole, especially when it's being presented like this!"
"Jon just knows what's good for him honey, no shame in that," interjected Jackson smoothly while lighting his joint. He took a few puffs and handed it to me. I took it and enjoyed a toke while settling into Madison's asshole. Even after the hundredth time, it was a pleasant surprise to feel just how tight and warm she was. With her looks, Madison basically got pounded 24/7, but somehow, incredibly, neither of her holes showed any sign of loosening. She was a miracle.

Somehow, this always happened. Ninety-nine percent of parties I went to, I always ended up hanging in the kitchen. There was just something about the proximity to the beer-filled fridge and the fact that smoking was more tolerated there than elsewhere that made kitchens my favourite spots at any party. Granted, the fact that I had great company here probably also played into it. Chilling with Jackson and Madison never got old. We talked about this and that, smoked a few more joints, I kept drilling Madison's ass ... At one point, she wanted to fetch a new beer from the fridge, which was right next to the sofa she was still perched on. Instead of shooing me out of her, she simply rotated that immensely flexible body of hers around my penis so she could reach the fridge door. I used this to get myself into a more comfortable position on the sofa. As I did so, I noticed that Natalie was still in the kitchen, although Rebecca had apparently gone elsewhere. In the meantime, Natalie had been joined by Ben, some jocky dude I never really spoke to and didn't care for. He was, no surprise there, chatting her up. It was clear that she wasn't into him at all; she had his dick in her hand and was giving it a series of very noncommittal strokes and licks. He was completely oblivious, however, and just kept on counting all the money he was making in the sweet desk job his dad had secured for him at the firm he owned. As Ben shoved his cock into her throat, she looked around the room desultorily and, for a brief moment, our eyes met. She lingered for a second and I thought I saw the faintest traces of a smile play aroung her dimples before she remembered she was still ostensibly listening to Ben going on about his trust fund.