New Year's Party

New Year’s Eve was approaching, and I had made arrangements for several friends and me to spend the night in a luxurious suite. The room was paid for months in advance, my treat. The idea was for a bunch of us to hang out until the countdown, with six of us remaining in the room to sleep in three different beds after the ball dropped. One bed was reserved for Andrew’s brother, James, and his girlfriend, Amy. Another bed was reserved for Rob and Sara, and of course, the third bed was for my wife and me.

Laryssa said she would meet me at the party, and when she arrived, Andrew was with her. Rob had me running up and down the stairs bringing in cases of beer, food, and anything else we needed. I had assumed Rob was contributing in his own way, but each time I dropped something off in the room, all I saw him do was greet and socialize with everyone who showed up. By the time I was finished bringing everything up, the room was almost full, with very little room for me to stand. To add insult to injury, all the running around left me a sweaty mess in my dress clothes. I couldn’t use the shower in the bathroom, as the tub as filled with ice and beer bottles. I didn’t bring a change of clothes either, so I had to endure being a sweaty mess at my own party. Andrew took advantage of my appearance and used me as comedy bait.

“Eh…what smells-ah?” Andrew loudly asked Rob.

“Uh…I dunno” Rob replied, nodding his head towards me, without looking at me.

“Eh…you’d think he would have least showered before showing up-ah,” Andrew said to Laryssa.

I was so angry at Andrew at that moment – I didn’t even invite him to the hotel room that I paid for. He was drinking beer I was kind enough to bring up. You would think he would show some gratitude, but instead, he got a few laughs from the guys by making fun of me.

I brought up my frustration with Laryssa, who told me it might be a blessing in disguise. Seeing how awkward I was standing by myself (no one wanted to hang out with the sweaty guy), she suggested I go home and shower. I told her that by the time I returned the ball-drop would be over, but she assured me she was in good hands with Andrew. Suddenly, the ‘Big Cock Bullies’ approach me and handed me a gift-wrapped box.

“We feel bad we didn’t get you anything for Christmas,” Rob said to me, an ear-to-ear smile on his face. “So, Andrew and I put together a little something for ya.”

I didn’t know what to say, feeling like the two of them were extending an olive branch of sorts to me. I opened the box and found two separate bags inside. As I did, a familiar scent teased my nostrils. I ripped open both bags simultaneously, and my smile turned into a frown. The bags contained a bunch of dirty socks.

“Eh…one bag contains my socks worn this week, the other bag contains Rob’s socks,” Andrew said to me, reaching into the bag containing his socks.

“Merry Christmas, buddy,” Rob said, trying so hard to contain his laughter. The second I opened my mouth, Andrew grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved a dirty sock into my mouth with the other. Rob could no longer hold his laughter back. My best friend was laughing in my face while my tag-along buddy was humiliating me in front of everyone…again.

I ran into the bathroom, not wanting to show my face, not knowing what to do, hoping that Laryssa didn’t see what the boys did to me, although there was no way she wouldn’t at least heard what happened. I lost track of time, and when I heard everyone could down to midnight, I bolted out of the room to find my wife. She was on the other side, near the window, and when the clock struck midnight, something even more humiliating happened. She kissed Andrew right on the lips, making my dick twitch inside of my pants. Rob, who was kissing Sara, saw my growing erection from the corner of his eye, and once again, he couldn’t hold back his laughter. He knew I was getting a boner looking at my wife and my tag-along friend kiss.

I was so embarrassed that I took Laryssa’s advice and made my way out the door. I figured Rob could deal with the party’s arrangements. Laryssa ran over to me with one of my feet already out the door, telling me she couldn’t find me anywhere. I told her that I saw her kiss Andrew, and instead of hiding it, she seemed happy that I caught the moment.

“His first-ever New Year’s kiss.” She said to me, beaming. I convinced myself that the kiss was no more than that – a ‘when in Rome’ moment. After all, it was New Year’s Eve and my wife was just trying to make Andrew feel better about being single on New Year’s.

“By the way, where were you?” Before I could answer, Andrew walked up behind me.

“Eh…he was beating off in the bathroom sniffing my socks-ah.” Andrew joked, making everyone laugh once again. Andrew put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me out the door.

“Dude, don’t forget these!” Rob shouted while tossing the bag of dirty socks at me. My alpha male friend made the jerk-off motion with his fist to Andrew before the door closed in my face. The last thing I saw was Laryssa mouthing “I’ll call you” to me. I guess that was her way of saying she was going to stay at the party, and quite frankly, I was glad. I was beyond humiliated, and couldn’t face anyone at that party.

I went home that night, stinky socks in hand, furious about the events that transpired. A good night’s sleep made me feel better, though. I began to think about recent events. With my wife’s help, Andrew turned his life around for the better, and he had ended the year by changing his life for the better. He was one of the guys now, and that was a good thing. I realized I was being too negative and made a conscientious effort to change my perspective on the whole scenario.

Laryssa came home early in the morning telling me she had the time of her life. She wouldn’t give me any details, likely not to hurt my feelings since I wasn’t there, but she told me the night was big.

“Huge, actually.” She stressed. “Sooooo fucking big.”