"Let's go to your hotel room."

"Right on," the guy in the wifebeater says. He rises, and you get up as well, feeling your dick strain in your jeans, and the other guys finish their drinks and follow suit. You head down the stairs with them, feeling a little dizzy, nervous, and incredibly horned up.

As you pass the bouncer at the front door, he says, "Have fun, guys. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

The guy in the pig shirt smirks as you all step outside. "Doesn't leave much. I bottomed for that guy once. Couldn't walk for a week." The others laugh.

Your group heads to the parking lot, and arrive at a car and a van. Opening the door to the car, the tattooed guy pulls out a baggie from his pocket, and pours some pills into his hand. They're a mix of white and blue, but you're not sure what they are. He pops one of each into his mouth, and hands the same mix out to the other guys. Then he holds his hand out to you.

"Birthday party favor?" he says. You feel your head spin a little, and your dick throbs.