Proper Fun Part 3
When I woke up, I saw Chris getting dressed; it was our last night at his place. So naturally, we were having a party. Chris decided he didn't want to have a party at the start of the week, when we had plenty of time to recover, time to clean up, he wasn't the smartest of people at times.
"What's going on?" mark asked, wondering why Chris was in such a hurry. Chris looked at him worried, if Mark knew about the party he'd want to come, and I couldn't get myself onto another level if he was around, Chris had it all figured out.
"My parents are coming home tomorrow, so I'm cleaning up." He lied convincingly, something both he and I were excellent at. I sat up in bed, and saw that Chris had made us both a cup of tea and left it on the side unit. I looked up at him smiling, and he winked at me. That made me feel warm inside. So did the hot cup of tea infront of me, December mornings weren't my favourite things, it was always cold when you first got out of bed.
"So, because were going to be cleaning up all day, why don't you go round Gary's house, maybe stay there tonight so there isn't as much to clean up in the morning." My facial expressions were convincing, especially to a 9-year-old.
"Really? Can I?" Gary was Mark's best friend, and they were pretty much joined at the waist, inseparable. I often wondering what they were getting up to all the time, and jacked off over the two of them having sex, in a way I knew they were.
"You'd have to check with his parents first, but I'll talk to them and it'll be OK." I said, and Mark jumped out of bed excited. He got dressed, and ran downstairs. Chris and me both laughed, then when he'd gone, Chris closed the door and jumped back into bed, we cuddled up and started talking about the party.
"So who do you think should come?" He asked. "I was thinking everyone who we hang out with, no one from college because they'll burn the house down or something, and maybe some of your cute 14 year old friends." He laughed, and I laughed. It was fun being in Chris' company. "I don't want loads of rouges turning up though, about 3 or 4 people, and not nerds either." I punched him in the arm and he giggled a little. Because I was in all the top groups for all of my lessons, I was in the same class as all the nerds, so Chris always joked that everyone I knew from school was a nerd.
"OK, well I can think of three people who are really good looking, but probably ain't gay." I remembered all the times I had jacked off over them too, when I had made moved on them slowly and not got the response I wanted, but I was the joker in school so people thought I was joking.
"Do you have any pictures so I can decide?" What a stupid question, why would I have pictures of them. I had wanted some, but couldn't get them, until I remembered.
"Everyone's pictures are on the school Website." I couldn't wait to see all their cute faces, We always went on the site in computing, drew funny faces on and sent them to every computer in school, how could I forget. We got out of bed, I got dressed, and we both went downstairs. We made sure Mark went, I walked him to his friends house, talked to his friends parents for a bit and it was agreed he could stay there all day, have lunch and dinner there and stay the night, then be dropped off at home the next day by then our parents would be home. Mark was now out of the picture, there were no worries.
When I got back to Chris' house, he and his brother were talking. I suddenly felt funny, had he clocked that we'd been having sex? Did he know our secret? The conversation they were having seemed deep, so I jumped in to intercept any awkward questions.
"Matty, come here a minute." John said as I crept in. I was confused and scared. How could he possibly even think we were gay? I knew that was what it was about. "So, you guys are having a party tonight?" He asked. I looked at Chris, who seemed pretty normal. My heart pumped at its normal speed, as I felt relieved.
"Yeah." I answered.
"I just wanted to say something as the only adult around." He took in a deep breath and spoke, "Do you need any weed?" Chris and me looked at each other, happy at what we knew was coming.
"Hell yeah, we need like an O or something." Chris was as excited as I was. It was agreed that John would go and buy us an ounce, as long as we took all responsibility if his parents found us out. This was cool with us, for an ounce of weed anything was cool with us.
John set off, as we got ready. We started by putting all valuables in the safe, all china in a locked cupboard and all bedrooms cleaned. This took us a few hours, but soon we were finished. Then came the next task, deciding what drink to put out. Chris had a litre of Vodka under hid bed, with god knows what else. We put that out, along with a bottle of his mum's wine.
For munchies they scraped the house for loose change, and got enough from their own money and that to order a few pizzas in. The house was ready, the stereo was stacked with Chris' CD's, and some of mine from home. We both rushed upstairs to change into some good party clothes.
Chris put on a cream hooded top and cream 'baggy' jeans. I looked around, and decided to go back to my house to get something to wear. Chris came with me. We got into my room and I opened my wardrobe. I began to strip and was soon down to only my boxers. As I looked for something, I felt cold hands under the elastic of my boxers. I shivered from the cold, and my whole body shook when the fingers wrapped around my balls. I hit the hands lightly. "Later..." I whispered.
I got changed into my favourite clothes; a black Green Day hooded jumper, black Converse jeans and brown Vans trainers. I quickly looked for anything else useful for the party. I searched in the bottom of the wardrobe for anything, and found the box of 'stuff' I kept hidden. It was everything you could ever need. There was a Leatherman Multi-tool, countless packets of rolling paper, an empty bong, a bottle of Jack Daniel's and my favourite lighter, petrol lighter with a big hash leaf on the front.
I brought the whole box with me, the multi-tool attached to my belt Incas there were any gate crashers, all my papers because on ounce is a lot of blunts, the bong for when we put Cypress Hill on, the Jack Daniel's I left behind and the lighter I took to show off.
By this point, I had told everyone who I wanted to come to come, and everyone who Chris wanted to come were also coming, there were around 15 people, 6 or 7 I didn't even know. We whacked the music on as soon as we saw a group of our mates walking toward the house. We started playing all the old Blink 182 stuff, the good stuff. Then as more people came, we changed to heavier stuff like SOD and AFI (Chris' favourite bands). The doorbell rang about 10 minutes after the party started. I opened it to see Carl stood there. I had invited Danny to come down and have a laugh with us. He was a year younger than I was, and the football (soccer) star of his year. He had really short blonde hair, blue eyes and the cutest face I had ever seen on a boy.
"Hey man, come on in." I said, as he stepped in. He looked at all the people he didn't recognise and looked scared for a split second. "Hey everyone, this is Danny." I shouted, having turned the music down. "Danny, this is everyone." I introduced every person, after that Danny seemed to settle in quite well. It was about 9 PM, and Chris and me were getting worried. John went o get the weed 4 hours ago, what was going on. Just as we were thinking about it, John walked in with a sports bag slung over his shoulder. He set it down on the table infront of everyone. He pulled out a few clothes, and it looked empty. Then he took the bottom off from inside, and put it on the table.
"Look what I got." He said with the biggest grin on his face. It was clear his mate invited him in when he turned up on his door. He pulled out an ounce of weed, and about 9 or 10 smaller bags of weed, all about £5 bags. He had about 2 ounces on him. I had never felt this way before, it was a good feeling knowing that there were 2 ounces of weed going around, plus a few bits of resin people had brought with them.
Within minutes, nearly everyone in the room was smoking a weed/resin joint. Danny wasn't. With him being a sports star in our school he never touched it, unless it was pure (not laced).
"Come on man, have some." I said, and toked on the blunt in my hand before offering it out to him. We blasted chilled out Cypress Hill music for the next hour or so as we all got chilled. What we needed was something to laugh at. I went up to my friend Nate.
"Hey, I dare you do have a shot of Vodka now." I said, seeing he was already on the level. He was always one to take on a challenge about how much he could handle, so he did. He downed a shot, but swallowed as if it was piss, trying not to taste it, or even recognise what it was.
"Why did I do that for?" He said holding his head. I rolled around laughing because he couldn't get the right words out. Watching me laugh at him, made Nate laugh, and soon everyone was laughing hysterically, except Danny. I looked at him, as he sat alone with a bottle of wine in his hand. I walked up to him with my joint in my hand.
"Give it a few tokes, it's clean." I said, pushing it to his prefect lips. He turned his head and I went back to it. I knew what was wrong with him. "Come upstairs a moment." I said, and made my way into Chris' bedroom. I went under his bed and grabbed what I had been looking for; this should change his mind.
"Toke, toke, toke, toke." I shouted as I lit the bong infront of him. He took a long, hard pull on it, and pulled off, coughing as he blew it out.
"That was good, I guess." He said smiling, his eyes half closed. I laughed in my head at him. "Give me another." He said eagerly.
"I'll do better than that." I said, and gave handed him a joint. "Get that down you, a couple of them and you'll forget what your bloody name is." I said, handing it to him. It was fun watching him get stoned, it reminded me of how Chris and me got together, and hoped the same would happen tonight with Danny.
After hours of smoking weed and resin, we were all in over our heads. We were higher than space shuttles could ever be. But theres always one who thinks they can handle some more. This time, it was Chris.
"You think you can handle it then?" John asked.
"Theres nothing you can give me that I can't handle." Chris muttered, too stoned to get his words out properly. Accepting his little brothers challenge, John reached for the bucket (gravity bong) under the tablecloth. He stood it up on the dining room table, and sprinkled about £2 worth of resin into it. He burned it, and pulled it up. The smoke was usually white, but if it was really good it went green. This time, it was beyond green, the smoke inside was brown, and ready for Chris. Everyone else in the room was scared of it.
Chris put £5 on the table and put his mouth around it. He went down quickly, then back up. He coughed all the way up, but when he had finished, there was still a hell of a lot of smoke inside.
"You have to finish it off." John teased. Chris went back down, this time making sure there was no smoke left. Then he passed out, plain and simply passed out. It wasn't the first time someone we knew had passed out of it, so we weren't too worried.
It got to about 1 am when we decided to go to sleep. I went into the double bed, and asked Danny to get in with me. He did, and we both began to strip down to our boxers, even though it was winter. We began to fall asleep, when I started to play footsie with him. This carried on for a few minutes, until his foot went up my leg. We played like that for a while, until his hand touched my dick. I thought this was an accident, but was getting hard from it. Then it happened again, only this was no accident. He grabbed my hard dick and squeezed it. I did the same to him.
"You like that?" I asked, feeling the soft underwear with the hard centre. He nodded his head, and I slipped my hand under the elastic, and grabbed hold of his dick. He slipped his boxers off, and so did I. His dick was about 4 and a half inches long and rock hard. I slowly jerked him off with one hand, and rubbed his balls with the other. "Ever had your dick sucked?" I asked him. I knew how much every girl in school wanted him, and how alot of girls had gone out with him. He looked away, into the darkness.
"No." he said, seeming ashamed. I went under the blanket covering us, and put my mouth around his young cock. I sucked on it like it was Chris'. I felt his balls get tighter, and his whole body quivered. I prepared myself for what was going to happen. He shot his creamy load down my throat, there wasn't too much, but there was enough. I sucked it dry, when it had reached its normal state I let go, and went back up. "That was cool." He said, a sense of humour in his voice. I knew at that moment that was the first time he had ever done anything sexual. "Can I do it to you?" He asked.
"Sure." I replied. I told him what to do, almost cumming at the thought of it being the cutest guy in the whole school going down on me, but something didn't seem right. He had developed his own technique, and I was enjoying it. He pulled up every so often to lick the precum before going back down to suck me dry. I couldn't handle it, I was full of tension, wanting to make it last as long as I could. Then the tension turned into a problem, it was all I could do to top myself and me being a problem solver, and I blew my load into him. I heard him choke before taking it.
"Woah, that was like the coolest thing I've ever done in my whole life." He said excitedly when he came back up. We kissed for a long time, before falling asleep naked together.
Waking up the next morning, I noticed that I was still holding onto Danny, and that we were both naked. My initial thought was that it was a dream before I saw this. I smelt his hair, and it sent waves of pleasure over my entire body. I kissed it, and stroked it, making the moment last me. I didn't hear the footsteps coming up the stairs. I felt a presence at the door, and turned to see Chris stood there. He seemed upset, but happy at the same time.
I motioned him over, but he left. He was upset. I felt guilty about the night before, but just thinking about it got me hard. I couldn't bare it any longer; I got out of bed, got dressed, and went to see what was up. Downstairs were Chris and John cleaning up. Chris gave me looks that made me feel like I was being stabbed where as John was too occupied with the cleaning. I pulled Chris into the kitchen, and got ready to say the first word.
"What the fuck was that." Chris shouted under his breath.
"What do you mean, I told you to come over and you totally dissed me." I said, wanting to get the whole ordeal over with. I could sense the argument in the air.
"You think what me and you have is just to waste a bit of time, I thought it was more than that. Your my best friend, even before this week you were, but we've got a whole lot closer this week, and now you've just thrown it back in my face. I cant believe you would do such a thing, how could you cheat it on me like that?" He was angry, upset, and devastated, and I just felt bad.
"Well," I began, "I learned how to cheat from the best." I didn't mean to say that, but once I'd started I couldn't stop, otherwise it would hurt him more. I needed to back up my response, but I knew it would get me into deeper shit, but so what, I had to try everything to get back with Chris. "Come on, every girl you've been out with you've cheated on." I had to make him face the harsh reality. I wanted him to know how all of his girlfriends felt when they did it to him.
"I did that to get out of a relationship, so I could get together with you. When girls ask me out I say yes so people don't suggest I'm gay, but I always get out of it so I can spend more time with you, don't you understand yet?" He tried his hardest not to shout, but I could tell it was hard for him. "I love you Matt, and I thought you loved me, but now it looks like you love Danny, you chose him over me." His eyes swelled up. I put my arms around him but he broke out.
"Alright, you just said you loved me. I didn't expect that to happen. I saw the way you were looking at Danny all night and I know you wanted the same thing I did. If he's good enough for you he's good enough for me." Chris just looked at me, almost in full tears.
"Do you know how it feels to say to someone I love you, and not hear it back?"
The End