On the bus I almost began to regret my choice. My ass still hurt so I shifted on my seat for some time before giving it up and standing to hold the railing. The bus became crowded the closer it got to the beach. All of these strangers, many of them had places to be or places they had been. Many of them were coming from work or going to it, but some of them on the bus and in the street were aimless. They looked strange to me. They were homeless. They were students. They were out of place.
As much as I hated my life, I realized, at least I wasn’t completely aimless. I had goals. I had ambitions. Everyone wanted me to be something, wanted me to be someone else. Everyone wanted me to be who they thought I should be. My parents, my friends, and even Mr. Grant with his rules and punishments, but I wasn’t aimless.
But the thoughts were pushed from my head as more people crowded onto the bus. I was always wary of someone trying to steal from me, especially on the bus when it got crowded. Though I doubt very many people would want to reach into my skinny jeans but still it was possible.
It was over an hour to get out to the beach area where I had to catch another to head north. I repeated the address and nearby street names that I had looked up over and over again in my head the closer I got until I recognized one. I pulled the string for the next stop, got off, and took a moment to study my surroundings. Direction is easy with an ocean nearby.
The house was easy to find and the party had already started. There were people on the porch and the front door was open. I had a moment of hesitation as I realized it was a stranger’s house. I was going into a stranger’s home. But then I remembered Leo.
No one seemed to really notice me as I walked by them and entered. Loud music played from a stereo somewhere. I knew they all thought I was supposed to be there. I was the right age, had the right clothing. The house was smaller than I expected but nice. I could tell right away from the framed posters on the wall and sparse, worn furniture that I was in young person’s house. I made a pass through the place, then headed out the back to a small, fenced in yard where I found more strangers, and a pool.
That’s when people began to look at me. They could tell I was out of place. I called Leo. He picked up after the third ring.
“Hey, I’m here,” I said.
“Did you go in?”
“Yeah, I’m in the backyard.”
“Okay, see you in a few,” he said.
I looked around at all of the strangers. A few of them watched me from the corners of their eyes. I was about to call him back when I felt someone grab me from behind. I let out a yell but he pulled me close. His cheek against mine I could smell whiskey on his breath. His hands grabbed at my chest in a too familiar way. I was embarrassed as I looked around at everyone else. Some people lost interest but others stared at us.
“It’s good to see you,” Leo said.
“You too,” I said. “But some people are staring at us.”
“Fuck ‘em,” he replied before yelling over my shoulder, “yes we’re gay and we’re proud of it!”
The people who had been looking turned away in disgust. I started to raise my hand to address them further but Leo pulled me back into the house, turned me, and planted a kiss on my lips. It was sloppy and tasted of the whiskey I had smelled but I kissed him back until the moment was over and we pulled away from each other.
“I was worried I wasn’t going to have any fun tonight,” he said.
Was I just a booty call? I was okay with that. Though I had called him. But there I was at the party with him ready to break all of the rules. He showed me over to where the alcohol was and poured us each a drink. I picked up my cup, thought it over for a moment until he tapped his against mine then downed the drink. I did the same.
After that it was easy to fall into old habits. We became drinking partners. He talked about his life. I shared a little of my own. I was four down when his friends from the beach approached. They introduced themselves again to me and I took note of their names because I had forgotten them. They were Trent, Parker, and Matt. They were all straight and I could tell they were a little uncomfortable by the way Leo had his arm over my shoulder, the way he laughed into my ear, sometimes kissing it.
We made small talk for a few minutes before all of us headed outside to a table with empty chairs around it. I was about to take my own seat but Leo pulled me onto his lap. I felt embarrassed in front of his friends but I was also a little drunk. We continued to drink. The others had beer. Leo and I stuck with liquor.
The sun was setting and it quickly got dark and cold. I could tell the others were getting bored and they were annoyed with me so after I got another drink I went to my own chair to sit. They were more comfortable but I could tell everyone was bored.
“We should do something,” I said.
“Like what?” Mark asked.
“How about a game? How about Truth or Dare?” I offered.
They looked around at each other and smirked.
“Let’s make it interesting. First person to take a dare gets fifty bucks, ten from each of us goes into the pot.”
We all agreed and pulled ten dollars from our wallets.
“Okay, since you proposed it you have to go first,” Trent said.
This was my chance to get some easy cash, I thought. But as I looked around at everyone else, thought about the easy way they agreed I wasn’t sure.
“Fair enough,” I replied. “Truth.”
Leo sat up. We looked to him.
“That guy at the beach. Did you have sex with him?”
I rolled my eyes. It was too easy.
“Does a blow job count?” I asked.
“Only a blow job?” Leo asked.
I nodded.
“You’re next,” I said. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” he said.
“Okay,” I said. I looked around at the other guys. “I dare you to strip down to your underwear for the rest of the game.”
He looked unimpressed as he pulled at his shirt. I could tell he was more drunk than myself, drunker than I would have thought. He threw the shirt to me, got to his feet, staggered a little, then dropped his shorts to reveal boxers. He sat down, pulled the shorts off and put them on the table. He laughed a little and asked who was next.
“Me,” Trent said.
“Truth or dare?” Leo asked.
“Truth,” he said.
“Have you ever gotten a girl to have anal sex and did you like it?”
The other guys laughed but I could tell Trent was a little annoyed. He looked around at them before he took a drink. He was stalling for time.
“Once,” he said, “and she didn’t like it but I did.”
“See you could switch teams and have all the anal sex you want,” Parker said.
“Not everyone gay guy is into the ass,” I said.
They looked to me.
“I am but not everyone. I’m just saying.”
They all laughed at me.
“Who’s next? I asked.
Parker surprisingly raised his hand.
“Truth or dare?” Trent asked.
“Dare,” Parker said.
“Okay, I dare you to streak through the entire party starting and ending here.”
Parker nodded before getting to his feet. I looked to him. He was tall with muscled shoulders and chest. He stripped down easily, covered himself with his hands, walked around the table and ran away from us into the house. People screamed from inside, followed my laughter, and guys yelling. He seemed to go through each room, then was back outside where Trent yelled that he had to do a lap around the pool. I watched his muscled body, the way his thighs moved, his ass jiggled. Halfway around he held his hands up in the air so that his cock began to flop around. He ran straight at the table like that. I counted seventeen flops. His clothes were right where he left them. I wished I had thought to move them, or at least hold them. I looked to Leo only to find he was passed out.
“Truth or dare Mark?” Parker asked.
“Truth,” he said.
“What’s the kinkiest thing you want do in bed with a girl? And don’t say anal sex. It’s boring.”
“That’s easy. I’d like to get tied up and have sex with two chicks.”
“Back to you,” Parker said.
“Truth or dare?” Mark asked.
I felt emboldened by Parker’s nakedness.
“Dare,” I said.
“I dare you to jump into the pool.”
“Come on I don’t have any other clothes,” I said.
“That’s easy, go in your underwear.”
I thought about my briefs. Normally I’d be wearing boxers and it wouldn’t be such a big deal but white briefs become transparent. I sighed a my dilemma. But a dare was a dare, even with Leo’s straight friends. I looked over to the pool and they began to chant, “do it, do it”, so I got to my feet and they applauded me. My shirt was easy. I dropped it on the table. I hesitated at my jeans. They began to chant again. I unbuckled my belt. I unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled them down, pulled off my shoes, then my jeans which I put on the table, and then my socks which I stuck in my shoes.
“Nice underwear,” Parker said.
“Tighty whites, nice,” Mark said.
“You probably don’t want to wear them in the water,” Parker added.
“I know, I know,” I said.
Carefully I put my hand down inside took hold of my dick and balls, then pulled my briefs down and off with the other hand. I put them on the table, walked away to the pool. There was no one in the water. I was naked in front of the party. I pinched my nose shut with one hand before I jumped into the water.
When I popped back up everyone was laughing. I looked back to the table. It seemed so far away and empty. The guys were missing except Leo who was still asleep. I realized my fatal mistake. I didn’t have a dry towel. I swam to the water’s edge, clung to the side. That’s when I saw Mark, Trent, and Parker all running directly at me naked as well, their dicks flopping about as they yelled. I ducked my head down right before they jumped over me. I heard three large splashes and turned on them as they popped back up in the water laughing and splashing at each other.
Some others began to strip off their clothes as well and jump into the pool, most of them in their underwear but some naked. It was a marvelous, erotic act even with the naked women. I didn’t feel nearly as embarrassed as I did moments before when I was the only one, the first one.
After the novelty wore off people began to pair up. Trent and Parker made their way over to me as Mark had found a girl to kiss. They asked if I wanted to get out and I said that I did. The three of us got out at the same time, each of us covering ourselves with our hands as best we could. I could see the goosebumps along their skin, the round shape of their asses. We started to walk together. I headed for the table but they signaled me to follow them inside where they led me to the bar. There was barely anything left in the bottles. They managed to find a beer each while I tucked one bottle under my arm and carried the second one in my hand.
The other party guests pointed and laughed at us but it was all good natured. Some commented they had heard the splashes and someone had seen me. I was feeling pretty good when I heard Parker whistle behind me.
“Someone has been a naughty boy,” he said.
I remembered the marks on my ass and thighs. I remembered the spanking. And I remembered Mr. Grant. I was about to fall into self-pity when Parker slapped me on the ass. I turned on him angrier than I had been at anyone in a long time. I was ready to crack him with the bottle in my hand but quickly realized that with his muscled frame he could beat me without really trying.
“What happened?” he asked.
I bit my lip.
“You were a bad boy. Who did that to you? Was it daddy?”
I shook my head before I looked around at everyone else. Trent had disappeared. There was no one else I knew. I wanted to say something but my voice was stuck. What was there to say? I turned away from him and walked away back outside to the table where I was happy to find my clothes. Parker was right behind me. He had stopped trying to cover himself. He stepped next to me and I looked down to his limp dick. It was uncircumcised, long and thick, among a nest of pubic hair.
“My eyes are up here,” he said.
I looked up to him. I looked him in the eye. He put his hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just fucking with you. Though you do have a nice ass.”
It felt like a genuine moment. He was being honest. He was sincere. I was ready to tell him everything when Trent interrupted us by offering us each a towel. I set the bottles down, then took it and started to dry myself. Parker wrapped his around his waist and sat. Trent had already dried off and had it around himself. I still wanted to get out of there so I was working myself pretty thoroughly so I could get dressed.
“Sit down and have a drink,” Parker said.
I was about to yell at him when I looked over to see him spread his knees far apart causing the towel to open. I looked to Trent who nursed his beer. I sat. I picked up the nearly empty vodka and I drank it straight from the bottle. It was easy going down. They applauded me.
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