Party

You pretend to sleep in the next morning until your father leaves for work. You wonder whether you should call Bob, but don't feel confident enough to do so. Instead, you spend your morning on the internet.

Thankfully, you get a call from Tony around 3:

"Yo, dude, what's up?"

"Nada, I'm just home," You reply.

"Listen, Bob asked us to pick you up. We're gonna be there in five minutes."

"Pick me up?"

"He didn't tell you? I guess less drivers means more drinkers!"

Putting down the phone, you recall Bob saying something about a party yesterday. Thankfully, he decided to invite you after all that happened. You quickly dress and come downstairs, getting in Mike's car.

"Nice... you're sure it's enough?" You joke, examining the liter of Absolut they bought. "How much do I owe you?"

As you pull up into Bob's driveway, you see Jack getting out of his car with two guys you don't know. They introduce themselves as Eric and Chad, Chad holding another bottle.

"That's it, no one's driving home tonight!" Bob jokes as he sees all the liquor.

Hungry, you guys get to work. Bob and Mike carry the barbecue out of the basement while you and Tony prepare the meat. Meanwhile, Jack and his friends bring the table outside and start setting all the silverware. In no time at all, the meat is cooking while everyone is relaxing in a chair, shirtless, and beer in hand.

Much to your chagrin, you catch yourself staring at Jack way too often. His muscles are even bigger than Bob's, a likely result of his construction gig. You zone out of the conversation as you take a peek at his pants, trying to guess how big it is. His muscles tense as he crushes his beer can, the first to finish.

"Anyone want another beer?" He asks as he gets up.

"I do," You rush to finish yours before Jack gets back, smiling as he hands you another.

Soon, the food is ready and with grumbling stomachs you all sit down to eat.

It's gone in no time at all, along with one of the vodkas, leaving you guys in the awkward situation of having a liter of liquor without any food. As stuffed as you are, you **** yourself up and follow Tony to marinate some more meat for dinner later.

The **** really starts to kick in at night, when you guys are halfway through the second bottle, and the conversation takes a rather interesting turn.

"No, Tony here is the one who fucked Angelina. Tell us about it Tones," Bob teases.

"What's there to tell? Sex is sex - the best thing ever. Not that any of you losers would know about it."

"Hey, I've had sex," Bob says defensively, "Remember when Catheline blew me at Ronald's party?"

"That doesn't count."

"The fuck do you mean?" Bob asks incredulously.

"Blowjob's not real sex. Not to mention that it's fucking gross," Tony explains matter of factly.

"Yeah, and besides its not healthy at all," Jack jumps in.

"What do you mean? You can't get std's from oral!" You get anxious. Did Tom infect me yesterday?

"Ha! std's?" Jack flashes you a knowing grin. "Listen, boy, std's aren't what you need to be worried about. When you let some fat geezer stick his dick down your throat, you need to pray to God an alien doesn't rip open your stomach!"

You groan in despair while everyone laughs at his joke. Why does everyone here have to be so damn straight?

"I dunno about you guys, but I'm not feeling nothing." Mike says after a while. "Maybe we should go for another bottle?"

"Definitely," Bob holds out a shaking hand to more laughter. He turns to you: "Be a sport, go run down to Old Mike's for another. He should still be open."

"Me?" You ask.

"You're the only one here who looks twenty-one!" Mike lies.

"And besides, you have plenty of experience with older men," Jack grins, but thankfully no one catches on.

You rush out before your face turns red again. Not only are you embarrassed, you're feeling angry at being sidelined from everyone else like that.

"Wait up!" Tony calls after you, stumbling out of the house, "I'll go with you."

Luckily for you, you appear sober enough for Old Mike to sell you another vodka. That, or maybe he just doesn't want to lose his best customers. You also buy a seltzer for Tony, who looks like he's going to have a hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Everyone cheers when the two of you return, and soon everyone is drunk. As it gets colder, the party moves inside, and everyone splits up into groups. Eric and Chad go outside for a smoke, Bob and Tony are talking in a corner while you and Mike are crashed on the couch playing Call of Duty. You excuse yourself to the bathroom after he kicks your ass thrice in a row.

As you open the door, you see Jack inside. He must have forgotten to lock the door, you think, and are about to close it when you notice that he's not using the toilet - instead, he's preparing a line of coke!

"Shit!" Jack curses as he pulls you inside, locking the door.

"What the fuck are you doing!?"

"Listen, you can't tell Bob, you know how mad he'll get."

"Yeah, sure," you agree, not only because you don't want to be a snitch, but also because you're feeling a little threatened being so near to this hunk.

Relieved, Jack snorts up his line, smiling as he experiences the effects. You just stand there in awe, watching him.

"You want any?" He asks.

"No thanks," You're in enough trouble with Bob as it is.

"You sure?"

You shake your head, turning to leave.

"Where you going? You came here to piss didn't you?" He asks, packing up the **** into his pants.

"Right," You push around him and open your fly.

"Not bad," Jack whistles as he watches you, "must be what, six inches hard?"

Your cheeks flush as your dick grows hard under his gaze, and you're thankful when your bladder is empty. It's difficult with a boner, but you do manage to zip up.

Jack takes his turn as you wash your hands, and you can't help but check him out.

"Not bad yourself," You compliment.

"Bigger than Tom," Jack smiles as he sees you're still looking.

"Um, I should go," You say, not liking where the conversation is headed.

"Hold up, hold up, where you going? I've seen the way you've been looking at me all day."

"Ummm,..." You gulp, not knowing what to do.

"Relax, baby, relax..." He shushes you as he staggers closer, his boner spearing into your stomach. "C'mon, why don't ya make me feel goooood?" He swirls his words as he gently pushes you down to your knees.

Finally, your intoxicated brain makes the realization that your eyes still haven't left his dick. If a friend is asking me to suck his dick, how could I possibly say no?

You excitedly respond to his motions and get down on your knees. Now that it's hard, you can see that his cock is around the same size as yours, though a little thinner. Although it's smaller, in many ways you enjoy Jack's cock more than Bob's. Part of it is the challenge of learning the pleasure spots of a new man, but another part of it is that it doesn't seem to break your jaw when you worship it. Jack guides you throughout the whole process, telling you when what you're doing works and when it doesn't. Because he's so high, it takes his body ages to respond to your stimulus, leaving you on your knees for at least half an hour. Disappointingly, he blows his wad down the toilet, and you wish you had worked up the nerve to ask for it in your mouth.

"Dude, that was fucking great!" Your friend affectionately wraps his arm around your shoulder as he leans on you to stumble back down the stairs.

"Finally, where the fuck were you guys?" Bob demands as all eyes turn to the two of you.

"Well, my friend here got stuck in the bathroom, so I had to wait my turn," Jack answers, embarrassing you, but convincing everyone else. Maybe not Bob, though, who gives you an angry glance.

Soon the party splits up and everyone drives home.

"C'mon, we'll drop you off," Mike tells you.

"Nah, dude, he'll stay here, we got some plans," Bob answers for you, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you in place.

Too drunk to think there's something wrong, Mike shrugs and drives off with the rest of your friends.