The taxi ride wasn’t long. Chrissy’s party was at rented a ballroom and party house near her condo, and her condo was close to mine. As we got there, I could see Alex shifting in his chair. “Dude,” I said. I put my hand on his leg reassuringly. “Relax.” He looked down at my hand. “Yeah,” he said. He switched his nervous face to a playful one. “I’m good man,” he said, as he playfully ruffled my hair. He’s been doing that a lot lately, even after I got my hair cut. And well… I liked it.
We got to the party house. Holy shit it was huge. We saw the ballroom. Holy shit that was bigger. There were a good 100 to 150 people there. And it was still just seven o clock. “Just a few people from Westfield!?” said Alex. “Uhh yup,” I replied. I walked towards the house. The music wasn’t on too loud, and most of the people were heading towards the ballroom. I stopped when I realized that Alex wasn’t walking next to me. I looked back.
“Dude, what’s up? Dinner’s in like five,” I said. I saw he was sweating. Omg this is serious, I thought. I got closer to him. “Yo,” I said. “I can’t go in there,” he said. “Why?” I asked. “CUZ man! Look at all those people! I can’t dude, I just can’t…” He looked really sad. “And what, you think I’m just gonna leave you here?” I said, annoyed. “You can always go without me… everyone knows you…” he said quietly. “FUCK no!” I said. “I’m going without you, so you’re going, now!” I pulled him from his arm.
Normally, he could’ve pulled back and thrown me a few yards back with his strength, but he didn’t. One we were walking again, I put my arm around his neck. “Dude, it’s ok. Yeah, there are a lot of people. So what? We’re still gonna have an awesome time!” He nervously laughed but didn’t say anything. “Look, there’s Chrissy!” She seemed to be having a conversation with Jennifer. We walked to her.
“Hey guys! My god I thought you guys were gonna pull a no show! And you know exactly what I’d do to you if you didn’t show up at my party, Vasquez.” Vasquez was my last name, and Chrissy always calls me by that ever since we broke up. Yup, we dated. We dated for almost two years, but well, things happened and we broke up. But afterwards we decided to stay as friends. She’s been calling me Vasquez ever since.
“Well, you do seem to have quite the company tonight,” I said to her. “I know right,” she responded. “All of Westfield is here, and almost half of Bridges. A few from Alacaster, some from Greenwick, even people from Northset!” “Northset?” I asked. That made me nervous. “How’d you get people from there? Northset students hate everyone from Westfield.” Ever since both football teams decided to have an all out brawl on Westfield’s field, both schools hate each other’s guts. And well, I’m a wide receiver on the team. Not my best positon. Of course Chrissy was oblivious to that.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess they just wanted to see if the party was worth all the hype.” People have been talking about Chrissy’s party since last fall, and form what I’ve seen, it’s gonna be way past my expectations. “Well let’s get going!” she said. “Foods about to come out.” The four of us walked into the ballroom. Thankfully, our seats were in Chrissy’s table, cuz I don’t think we would’ve fit in any other table. The place was packed. Once we were seated, Alex turned to me.
“Dude, this is like the coolest thing ever!” He seemed to have gotten over his initial fear. “I know man,” I said. A bunch of well dressed waiters started putting platters of food in front of us. “Well, I said. “Bon apetite.”
. . .
The music was so loud I could feel my entire body rattle with the bass line. After dinner, we had all moved to the party house, undoing our ties and taking out our shirts from under our pants. There were lots of cute girls at the party, especially from Bridges.
From school I saw Anthony Connors, the quarter back from my team, a few others, some of the cheerleaders, even some players from the high school team. The youngest there were the eighth graders, which were easy to pick out since they were all at the same place not knowing exactly what to do at a party with mostly ninth and tenth graders.
The night went on smoothly. I danced with every girl I got a hold of, laughed with my friends, and already had about six beers. Still didn’t feel tipsy at all though. The whole time Alex and I were side by side. He didn’t dance much, but whenever I was he watched me intently… his gaze directly at my crotch against a girls’ ass. It kind of turned me on, that look.
Let me explain my sexuality. Since I was like 13, I decided that I might be Bi, but really didn’t pay much attention to it, since the only attraction I had to guys was sexual. I never imagined having an emotional relationship with a guy. It just didn’t seem to appeal to me.
By the time I was 14, I had already a few girlfriends, all good relationships, and I lost my virginity with Chrissy close before my 15th birthday. So yeah, I’m attracted to girls emotionally and sexually, and guys, I don’t know, I like to look at their bodies and asses and imagine myself fucking and being fucked by them. I’m weird, I know.
So obviously, I’ve imagined myself countless times with Alex. What his dick would feel like in my mouth, how his ass would clench on to my cock when I penetrated him, all that stuff. Even kissing him. Something I’ve never thought of with another guy. Kissing, rubbing, telling him that he was mine. After the song, I caught myself with a boner.
The girl I was dancing with looked startled for a second then gave me a sexy look. “Looks like you’re havin a little trouble down there,” she said, looking at my bulge. I looked for Alex. I didn’t see him. “Maybe I can help you with that,” she said. I didn’t even know who this girl was. “Uh sure. Let’s take it to the bathroom.” I tried to act cool. This girl probably thought I got a boner because I was dancing with her. She was hot enough; she had a nice ass, and was wearing a tight black dress that was open in the back. She took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
. . .
I had to hand it to her, she gave a good blowjob, but as I was about to cum in her sexy mouth, I heard shouting and glass breaking outside the door. I immediately knew something was wrong. “Something’s up,” I said. I pulled my dick back in and zipped up my jeans. I ran out the door as I heard “What the fuck!” from her, still in the bathroom.
It was just what I thought it was. A fight. People were huddled around two guys, one guy seriously taking a beating. I was just about to go find Chrissy when I realized who the fighters were.
The guy with the upper hand was Dylan Rogers. Quarterback of Northset’s middle school football team. He’s supposed to be in eleventh grade, but he failed two years, from what I heard, so the guy was 16, 5’10”, and a really strong build. Behind him were some of his team mates, yelling stuff and telling him to “hit him harder”. The guy at the other side, the one taking the beating, was Alex.
He was bleeding on the side of the head, which I could clearly understand was result of the broken shot glass on the floor. The side of his face was purple, and his white shirt was stained red. Dylan on the other hand, was only bleeding on the lip and seemed to have a sort of limp with his right leg. But it was the cruel smile that he had on his face that pissed me off the most.
“Come on, ass wipe!” Dylan yelled. Alex rushed at him and went low at the last second, taking him in the gut by surprise. Even though he was winded, Dylan grabbed Alex from the torso and threw him on the ground, giving him the upper hand again. He started raining punches on Alex’s face and torso. I snapped.
You see, I’m not very strong, but I am FAST. That’s why I’m a wide receiver. I came at Dylan with full speed and force, knocking him off Alex with me on top of him. I recovered faster than he did, and punched him in the nose so hard I heard a sickening crunch.
Things were great for me, for like ten seconds. Dylan recovered from the surprise and grabbed me by the neck, throwing me off him. As I tried to get up, he uppercutted me in the mouth I’m surprised he didn’t knock some teeth out. I was on the ground again. Dylan got up with a look so pissed he looked like he was ready to rip my head right off. His nose was bent at an awkward angle, which made me feel good. Well, I thought, it was cool while it lasted. He was about to throw himself on me when I saw a fist hook him right in the side of the head. Alex.
He looked like crap, but somehow Alex had gotten back up and punched Dylan before he could, you know, rip my head off. Just then, Chrissy pushed between the crowd with a giant buff black guy in a black tee shirt. Security. When she saw us, and Dylan on the floor still recovering from that hit, she immediately knew what was going on.
“Benny,” she said. That giant was named Benny? “That one,” she said, pointing at Dylan. “Get him out of my sight.” He walked over to Dylan and picked him up by the collar as if he was a newborn kitten. “What about the other two,” he said, in a low, gruff voice. “Their cool,” said Chrissy. “They were just defending themselves.” The entire house was silent, as the DJ thought it was appropriate to quite the music. Dylan was so dazed the words he said didn’t make sense as Benny dragged him away. In order to break the ice, Chrissy spoke up.
“OK GUYS! JUST A BUNCH OF HOT HEADS BLOWIN OFF STEAM. But the ass hole’s out so let’s get on with this fuckin PAR TAYYY!!!!!” Everyone cheered and the music went back up again. Chrissy and Jennifer helped us up and led us upstairs to the third floor of the party house.
. . .
She locked the door behind her when she and Jennifer left the room. “It’s the master bedroom of the house,” she had said. “I’ll lock it so no one will come up bothering you guys.” She gave us the key and access to the medicine cabinet. When she had asked why the fight started in the first place, Alex explained that he was tripped by one of Dylan’s friends and spilled his drink on Dylan. Chrissy said that she really wanted to stay and help us clean up, but she said she still had a party to host and said that we could come back down whenever we were ready, or if we wanted to take a nap or something, use the bed. It was a king sized bed. When she and Jennifer left, I decided that my busted up lip could wait and started to tend to Alex’s wounds.
“Ow,” he said. “It’s gonna hurt,” I replied. I washed and cleaned his head wound. It wasn’t deep, so it didn’t need much bandaging. His nose also had a bleed, so I helped him with that. Funny enough, there was a mini fridge in the bathroom, with an Icepack, so I put that on his left cheek.
“You know,” he said. “I could be doing this myself. You got your lip to tend to.” “My lip’s nothing,” I said. I got the cloth and wiped the blood off the side of his head. “No, it isn’t,” he said, in a sort of frustrated/persistent way. He gently grabbed my hand with the ice pack and set it down. With a little effort, he got up and took off his shirt. His sexy pecs were bruised, and his shirt was all stained, so I guess he didn’t want to have it on. He walked into the bathroom and came out with another cloth and ice pack. “Sit,” he said. “Dude, I’m-,” “Sit,” he said again. I sat, reluctantly. I lip hurt a lot, and could feel it throbbing. I sat on the bedside where he was sitting, and Alex crouched down and tended to my lip.
“Ow,” I said. But eventually, he cleaned me up and passed me the ice pack to hold against it. I removed my shirt too but kept my undershirt on. Alex sat next to me.
“Well, I guess I’ll be named loser of the year after that little scenario,” he said. “You kidding man?” I said. “You knocked Dylan Rogers on the floor like a ragdoll!” “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to make a dent in him,” he said, looking down. “If it wasn’t for you, he would’ve ripped my head off,” I countered. That seemed to make him smile. “Yeah man, I guess so.”
I put my arm around him and started playing with his hair. Those cute brown curls. We were both looking away from each other, but then our eyes met. Those warm, hazel eyes against my green ones. “Thanks Jay,” he said. I hugged him tighter. He put his head on my shoulder, and for some reason, I kissed him on the head. I don’t know why I did it, maybe to make him feel better, to know that I was there for him, I don’t know. But it just felt appropriate.
He straightened himself and looked me again in the eye. It was just me and him. No one else. I could faintly hear the music from downstairs, but for some reason I just seemed to forget everything that wasn’t Alex. “Sorry man, I just-,” Boom. He leaned over and kissed me. It caught me so off guard I didn’t think it was real, but afterwards I just let myself go. We kissed passionately and violently, as we moved up higher on the bed. I lied on the pillow and he took off my shirt. “Do you want to..?” He began. “Yeah,” I said as I leaned up and kissed him again. “Fuck yeah.”