There's a first time for everything. Meet with Francis.

The music came to a stop and a new track starting playing. Wendell was looking directly into Stacy's face, but was stunned.

I'm half hard from looking at that guy. He was...gorgeous. Note said ditch Stacy...how do I do that?

He was suddenly aware that he hadn't said anything for a long moment. Stacy, widened her eyes expectantly.

"Yeah. Let's get you something stronger than a beer this time."

"Now you're speaking my fucking language."

They both cleared their way back to the kitchen. In the back Stacy again stared at Wendell. Wendell, putting 2 and 2 together, asked, in his best Hank, what Stacy wanted.

"RUM and COOOKE!!" Stacy cheered, and Wendell set about making the drink, but as he turned to see some guy was loitering in front of most of the liquor.

God why do I have to wait on this guy. Move!! Oh...I'm an idiot.

Wendell loomed up behind the man and leaned in so close the guy could feel it, and He turned around. He only saw Hank's face looking down at him with a big furrowed brow over his domino mask. "You're takin' a long time...bud." Wendell felt this to be a masterful Hank impression. The pitch was always right because he had Hank's vocal cords, but this hit just right in the attitude department.

"I uh...yeah. I'm movin'...." The man scooted over, and Wendell smiled and set about making Stacy's drink in a red plastic cup. Thankfully, rum and coke only took two things: rum...and coke...but how much?

Stacy...uh....hmm??

Just knowing what little he did about Stacy, Wendell made her drink very heavy on the rum. Loaded it up, and marched it back over to a dancing Stacy.

"That little creep. Don't these little fuckheads know to get outta your way by now?" She asked taking a sip of her drink. Despite it being mostly rum, she didn't even react at all.

Is she why Hank is such an asshole? Or are they both completely vile?

Wendell tested this idea with a simple question: "Want me to give that guy a couple bruises?"

"Why are you asking me? You need my permission to hit some asswipe now?"

Yeah...Hank's a jerk with or without Stacy. If I could just shoot her again, I could go upstairs to meet Francis. It's too crowded in here though.

"Stacy, why aren't you on the dance floor girl?" A busty brunette dressed as a witch sidled up from out of view and bumped hips with Stacy. Her name was Marcie, and Wendell new her as a friend of Stacy. Another girl Wendell had seen, but whose name he didn't know, dressed as Daisy Duke, and followed right behind.

"Marcie! I just need a couple drinks first bitch. Then I'm all over that dance floor," Stacy took a big gulp of her drink to punctuate her statement.

"Well, I need a cigarette, and Gracie's gotta go to the bathroom. Need a smoke too?"

Hank doesn't smoke.

"What am I supposed to do while you're outside?" Wendell pretended to ask.

"Drink a beer? Do a keg stand? The shit you normally do. You feeling ok tonight? You seem kinda off?" Stacy looked right up into Wendell's face. He was losing her.

"Tank's just a bit empty," he said thumping his chest.

"Then go fill it up!" Marcie pointed at the keg. She passed Stacy a cigarette and ushered her to the patio doors, while Gracie popped away towards the bathrooms.

Well, ok easy peasy.

Once they were outside, Wendell just walked right on past everyone to the base of the stairs. He glanced around. Everybody was dancing and drinking. Nobody cared about him. Half these people didn't even know each other. He strolled up the stairs casually.

There's like 6 rooms up here. Which one?

The first door having a line in front was clearly the bathroom. The next door was a closet. The third door had a guy sitting on a bed next to a pile of coats watching tv.

Even I wouldn't do that.

The next door, opened to a small bedroom with a twin bed inside and a corner desk, at which sat Francis, smoking a cigarette and blowing the smoke out an adjacent window. His cape hung over the back of the chair He turned as the door opened, and a mischevious smile crept up over his thin vampire painted face. His smooth, hairless chest was visible behind his vest and a tiny dracula medallion hung from his neck. He took a long drag off his cigarette and blew a plume of smoke out.

"I knew you missed me... but I wasn't sure you'd show. You ditch the queen bitch?"

"She's out with her friends."

"She can talk an awful lot that's for sure. Can't believe we ever did that three way. Ugh." Francis flicked his cigarette out the window and stood, gliding over smoothly and right past Wendell. He pressed the still open door shut. "Can't have any visitors, can we?" He threw his arms up and over Wendell's neck and Wendell got completely hard and stood a little rigidly. He looked right into Francis' makeup clad eyes and the down to his lips covered in dark lipstick.

"I missed this," Francis breathed into Wendell's lips. Wendell was stiff and still a little confused by this, right up until Francis stuck his tongue into his mouth. He relaxed and threw his arms around the dainty man's waist. They made out for a few brief moments and then Francis started pulling Wendell over to the bed. Wendell clumsily kicked his shoes off and Francis turned Wendell and pushed him down to sit on the bed. Hank's size flopping onto the bed made it creak.

Francis, standing in front of Wendell, began to unbutton his vest. If not for his voice, one would have a hard time seeing his masculinity through the vampire makeup and clothes; probably why he'd chosen the outfit, an excuse to wear makeup and not be judged. After getting the buttons undone, and the vest open, it was a bit more clear that he was male. Thin faint pecs, and round nipples, currently erect, sat above a soft flat belly. He was totally hairless. He gave Wendell, a devilish, sulty look and started taking off his black jeans. He unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and started inching them down his waist, still looking at Wendell.

Fuck...

He pulled his jeans all the way down, revealing two things: he was wearing tall black stockings, and his half-hard cock was stretching out a pair of thin, black, ladies underwear.

He was definitely prepared for this.

Francis got down on his knees and crawled over to Wendell. He ran his right hand up and across the pantleg of his jeans and gripped Wendell's stiff cock through the fabric. He then noticed the bulky raygun handle poking out of Wendell's jeans' pocket. He pulled it out with this left hand and held it by the tip between his thumb and forefinger.

Shit!!

"Part of your costume Hank? Space-cowboy? Heh." He discarded the toy to his side, and then his left hand reached over and began to undo Wendell's belt. Francis lost the smile, put on a more serious, narrow eyed, lusty face.

Whew...

"Take off your shirt," He said with a bit of force, and Wendell did so in haste. "You don't need these anymore either." Francis tugged off Wendell's jeans and socks, but when it came to his underwear, he went slowly. He peeled them back, right up until they just held back Wendell's cock, then snatched them away letting it flip straight up. Francis then grabbed it. Gently teasing the flesh, then pressed a finger right onto the head and pulled it away. A thin, string of precum ran between the head of Wendell's cock and Francis' finger.

"Eager tonight?" He gave the shaft a few long strokes, and then leaned in to start licking Wendell's shaft.

Oh hell...I...that..

Then Francis started sucking. He pulled the tip into his mouth and sucked in even hard pulses. With his head down, Wendell now got a good look at Francis' ass. It was round, and heavy, missing the square shape that most men have.

Holy shit...

Francis kept going lower and lower down the shaft, taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth and eventually, it hit his throat. Without much thought, Wendell put a hand on Francis head, and Francis pulled all the back to the tip, gave it a lick, and then pushed all the way down the bottom hard. He gagged a bit, and start working his head back and forth very fast making an audible wet sound each time Wendell hit the back of his throat. Wendell put his hand back on the bed, and started to orgasm. Francis rolled his eyes up to look at Wendell, but pushed the cock all the way into his mouth. He made a couple winces as Wendell pumped cum into his mouth, and then sucked all of it he could out. With a high POP, he got his head away from Wendell and sat back on his ass.

"A little...quick tonight? Has she not been taking care of you at all?" Francis said, swallowing. "Jeez, little different on the taste too."

Wendell said nothing, he flopped back onto the bed. That was arguably better than Stacy's pussy, but then again that got weird fast. He looked across his chest to see Francis sitting there, still waiting.

"Uh...Sorry...I...you're very, very good at that."

"What? Did you forget already? It's only been half a year."

The door flung open, and an enraged Stacy entered. She stood with a furrowed brow and snarled lips. She shut the door behind her with a nice loud slam. "You cheating. Fucking. IDIOT. You are aware that you walked past Gracie on your way up here, right?"

Shit. The bathroom.

"You closed it, but didn't lock it?" Wendell turned a cocked eyebrow Francis.

"My bad. Oh jeez. Here we go," Francis murmured, but Stacy was not having it.

"Shut your fucking mouth...Dracula. I cannot believe this shit Hank. A fucking threeway involves me, and once is a fucking mistake, but another time? That's just on fucking purpose." She marched over and stood above and next to Francis, looking down at the slender bodied guy. Francis just pulled a cigarette out his discarded jeans and fished around for a ligher. "I can't believe I ever sucked you off," she said with disdain.

"You liked it at the time," Francis said without looking.

"I'm open to new fucking experiences. New." She turned to Wendell. "New being the key word. You told me this was old, and over. So...now you have a choice. Are you straight or are you gay? 'Cause I'm not doing whatever the hell this is."

Wendell sitting up now, and unsure of what to say or do looked from Stacy's face, to Francis', and then to the clear, red color of the plastic raygun.

A choice huh? Straight or gay? Maybe both. These two are very...very...kinky people. Francis is...interesting. And Stacy did just say she was open to new fucking experiences. Hmm?