Stick with David

It’s best to stick with your current plan, which is going with David to this party. It sounds like it will be a big event, and hopefully you can lose yourself in the crowd and the excitement.

“Don’t be too late,” David calls over his shoulder.

“And don’t you be too wasted when I get there,” says Mario back to him.

“Don’t worry,” David responds, tugging at his crotch. “I’ll definitely save some for you!”

You raise your eyebrows in surprise. These tough, masculine athletes are not your stereotypical homosexuals, but evidently they have something for each other. You begin to wonder just what kind of crowd you will find at this party.

You follow David to his car and get in the passenger seat. As David climbs in behind the wheel, you sneak a good look at his muscular frame. His blond hair, golden tan, and easy smile give him the impression of being a farm boy, just coming off of a hard day of throwing bales of hay into the barn. His freshly-showered scent fills the car. You cast a glance at his crotch and inwardly nod in approval at the size.

Knowing a bit about the relationship between David and Mario tempts you to make a flirtatious comment, to see where that might lead you, but given the fact that you know nothing at all about Nate, you don’t dare risk doing something that will draw suspicion to you.

You sit silently as David begins the drive. After a while, he looks at you and says, “You’re being awfully quiet. You’re not having second thoughts are you?”

“Second thoughts? About what?” you ask.

“About the party, dumb ass! For two weeks that’s all you could talk about, and now that we’re almost there, you’re closed up tighter than a virgin asshole.”

You attempt what you hope is a natural-sounding laugh. “Why on earth would I be nervous about the party?”

David smirks. “You tell me. I’m not the one whose going to have 30-50 guys banging the hell out of him. I know you’ve never been a cumslut for this many people before, but you’ll do just fine. You’re one of the best cocksuckers on campus, and I can’t wait to try out that tight little hole of yours!”

As realization sweeps over you, you are confronted with a strange mixture of emotions. You are to be the center of attention at some kind of gay sex party where you are expected to suck and/or be fucked by dozens of guys!

Ok, admittedly, this has been a bit of a fantasy for you, but never in a million years did you ever think it would occur anywhere other than your perverted imagination. You look down at the body you are inhabiting. Nate does not appear to be all that physically robust — not to mention the fact that he is relatively small. You wonder just how tight his ‘tight little hole’ is and whether you are up to the physical demands of this.

You attempt another laugh, but it sounds fake, even to your ears. David looks at you again and says, “Hey, relax, man. I’ve been building you up to the guys for weeks; you can’t pussy out on me now! You’re just nervous. Open the duffle bag in the back seat. There’s something in there that will help relax you.”

You reach in the back and retrieve the bag. Inside, you see a baggie with several hand-rolled cigarettes. You’re pretty sure the green, leafy contents of the cigarettes isn’t tobacco, however. “That will lower your inhibitions a bit,” says David, encouragingly.

You finger one of the cigarettes and look at it uncertainly. You’re as nervous as hell, not just because of the party but because of everything that has happened to you today. This would certainly take the edge off of things. At the same time, you wonder whether it would be a good idea to lose your control and inhibitions when you still don’t know what this newfound power of yours can do.