The Party Guys - Part 2

"THE PARTY GUYS!"  PART 2 of 3

A STORY OF FICTION BY CATMAN

 

Deep in my closet, I would watch the guys play their drunken, naked games.  They thought they were just having fun!  For me, it was eye candy!   There were always dicks flopping around for me to see.  (It sure beat sitting in front of my computer to watch Internet porn!)

I stripped completely down a couple of times, but mostly, it was only to my boxer-briefs.  I am one of those people who get's easily aroused when naked with other guys.   I figured that it would throw up a red flag.  After all, this is a relatively small town.    I felt like I had to maintain a reputation as just "one of the guys".

I don't actually drink as much as some of the other fellows.  I could nurse a drink forever!  I would pretend to be just as inebriated as everyone else.  In truth, I would stay as sober as possible to be able to watch all of the action.  It wasn't unusual for the boys to drink till they passed out.

 

We had a new guy in town who started coming around to our gatherings.  I think he was someone's cousin.  His name was Eric and I thought he was really hot, but in a scruffy red-neck sort of way.

I was immediately attracted to his sun-bleached hair, his blue eyes, and a smile he gave me when we met. 

 

 

Like myself, he just sort of blended into the background and never really participated in all of the drunken shenanigans.

We started hanging out together while the other guys did their thing.  I just assumed that he was too straight to involve himself in any of the crazy drinking games.  Eric wasn't exactly shy, he just didn't reveal a lot about his private life.  He was friendly, but a little distant.  I wasn't quite sure what to make of him.

 

One night, the guys were all so drunk that they couldn't stand any longer.  Someone suggested a circle jerk contest to see who could shout first and who could shoot furthest.  Eric and I sat on the sidelines to watch.  Ross noticed and decided to call us out!

"Hey, you dudes!  What's your problem?  I guess you're too good to join in with the rest of us?  You probably think that this is all too fucking queer for you.  We're just a bunch of bros doing our thing!"

Frankie joined in and slurred:  "Yeah, that's right!  I can't remember either of you ever participating in anything we do.  What are ya?  Always fucking hanging around together!  So, are ya a fag couple or something?  Are you a couple of fruits?"

All of the guys started making "kissing" sounds, then started chanting:  "KISS HIM!  KISS HIM!  KISS HIM!"   Ross yelled above them:  "I dare you!  A gay chicken dare!  I double dare you!"

 

The room went silent when Eric grabbed me and put a lip-lock on my mouth.  It wasn't just lips pressed together.  It was a full, open-mouthed, tongue inserted, passionate 60 second make-out session!!!