Uh... Am I at the right party?

 I have always loved going on walks. It just calms me down to a state where I could do just anything. I tend to walk around the campus to the college I attend, but today just felt different I needed to go some where new. Well, it was that kind of thinking that got me into this whole mess in the first place, but I couldn't be happier. 
  So, like I said I needed to go some place new. I just started walking, stupid move on my part. So I walked  until I could get my head on right. I eventually got tired and sat on a bench. I was near a park and could hear children playing. Then something hit me on the back of my head.
    "'Sup shit head." I hear the familiar voice say, I know instantly who this is. It was Derek, my best friend slash **** dealer. He was a good guy, he just ran his mouth too much.
    "Bitch," I say, "What are you doing here?"
    "I can ask you the same! Eric, we are like five miles from campus and you don't have a car!" he laughs out like it was the funniest thing ever. Once he calms down a bit he continues his tirade. "Dude, I didn't expect you to be here, I was just running my rounds, but I'm glad I saw you!." he glides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper with something scribbled down on it. "Dude, party tonight, this address. Come early before all the booze is drunk up."
   Well I had no reason not to trust him, so I took the paper and glanced it over. I looked up to tell him thanks but he was gone, nothing I wouldn't expect from him. I glance at my watch realizing how late it is, I better start walking to the address.
   I make it to the party in due time, no one has shown yet exept like three other people, and they were drinking on the porch. "Hey!" I call to them, getting their attention, "This where the party at?"
   "Uh, Yeah, but your kind of early." the one on the left says. He has long blond hair, blue eyes, and well, he was dressed like a cliche surfer.
   The middle one spoke up, "I've never seen you at these types of thugs before, you new?" he had dark hair, close to black. He was less of a cliche than the other, with jeans and a plain white t-shirt.
   "You look new, I think I would remember a body like that!" the right one says. He had a buzzcut and was in his underwear. Which, just to say, didn't put me off as much as I would have thought.
   " Bah, it doesn't matter! Have a drink!" black haired guy says, pulling a beer from the cooler by his feet. He graciously opened it for me while he handed it to me as I took a seat. "Anywho, I'm Jon. Blondie here is nick, and ol' boxers there is Daniel. Now keep in mind he usually asks an odd question like-" 
  "Do you top or bottom?" Daniel asks as if on que.
  "Uh, I don't know." I say, confused of what the question meant, soon it would be clear.
  "Ooh, fresh meat! I guess we'll just have to find out ourselves!" Daniel says, leaning in. For some unknown reason I look down at his boxers. His head is poking out the hole in the front, quickly getting harder. He continues to lean in, I'm unsure what he will do next.