Take a drag right before getting there

The car turns into a driveway, and you realize that you are about to get to your destination. As your heart pounds, you make up your mind and light the cigarette. You take several long, full drags and immediately start to feel yourself relax.

By the time David parks the car, you’re feeling a pleasant buzz. Stuff the rest of the cigarettes into your pocket, you follow David into the house. As you enter, you are hit by the sound of the loud rock music, the scent of beer and other ****, and the sight of a bunch of college-aged men milling about and enjoying themselves.

As the two of you enter, someone yells, “They’re here! Let’s get this party rocking!”

Several guys welcome you and slap you on the back. More than a few slap your ass. As you walk past a group of three guys, they stop talking to each other and follow you with their eyes. They openly check you out with approval. One of them says, “I’d hit that.” Another responds, “Definitely. Just my type.” The third says, “You’re not the only one who’s gonna hit that.” Their words cause your cock to tingle with anticipation.

David leads you toward the center of a large room that seems to have been set up as the wet bar for the party. He gets the attention of a blonde-haired guy you recognize from the football team. You’re pretty sure his name is Chris. He comes over and looks at you with undisguised delight.

“Nate! I am so glad you decided to join us. I honestly thought you’d chicken out.”

You laugh nervously. “Why would I do that? I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Chris laughs and slaps you on the shoulder, almost toppling you with his strength. “That’s the spirit! We’ll try to go easier on you than the last guy. I’m sure you’ll hold up just fine. Want anything to drink before we get started?”

“The last guy?” you wonder to yourself.