Making a New "Friend"

It doesn't take long for your friends to warm up to Eric. Especially when he brings over a plate of shots for the table.

"Dude," Dante says, swaying a little in his seat, "how the hell did you get so buff?" Eric smirks and flexes his arm for the table to see. He looked so strong, you would jsut love to feel that bicep. Was he looking at you too? "I was in the army for years," Eric says, "No better way to get in shape if you ask me."

This seems to impress all of your friends, who start to ask him about training and his experiences overseas. A day ago you might of paid attention, but right now all you could see was the way he smiled, his light stubble perfectly showing off his square jaw. He was gorgeous, how could the rest of your friends not see it? As you look around the table, you see Pete is actually not listening to Eric's story and just looking at you. Is he still looking at your stupid collar?

The DJ must have moticed a lull in the partying, so decided to pull out the big guns. The gasp of recognition sweeps across your friends faces as Temperature by Sean Paul starts blasting from the speakers. Even Pete, who isn't typically into this kind of music, gets up and starts to move towards the dancefloor.

"Come on," Eric beckoned you with a finger, and without thinking you followed him. As you walk to the dancefloor, you feel his large hand rest on your lower back. Already, your friends have found a group of girls to dance with, and you recognize the same slutty girl you met at the bar grinding her ass against Dante.

Whether it was the many drinks, or the raging hard on in your jeans, you begin to dnace with Eric, grinding against him just like Dante's slutty girl. With only the fabric of his pants and your jeans between you, you feel quite a large erection pressing agaisnt your ass cheeks while you sway to the rhythm.

Eric's hands caress you chest as the two of you party, rubbing your abs. His head canes down to your neck, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. You can't help but close your eyes, enjoying being within his embrace. Who knew how good it felt to be in the arms of a strong man like this?

His lips gently touch your neck, his stubble tickling you slightly. You moan. "Listen," Eric whispers in your ear, "I'm going to the bathroom, if you want to come along."