I simply offered him a means to explore—an escape from the noose our parents had wrapped around his neck years ago because he was the oldest. It was Denver’s duty to be a role model and make them proud.
He’d had enough happy juice earlier he was mingling and chatting and no longer hanging off my arm. At this rate, he was gonna get some nice drunken release from his problems.
I knew he wasn’t a huge fan of recreational drugs and preferred sticking to alcohol, so while he was busy, I wandered to Ramon’s fun room by myself.
People were making out in the hallway—two women with their tongues down each other’s throats and their hands down each other’s pants. The other couple was a guy and girl, but they seemed just this side of stripping and letting loose as well.
I passed a bathroom on my left. A guy was getting a blowjob, clinging to the counter with white knuckles, head tilted back in ecstasy. They hadn’t bothered closing the door. They didn’t care. The chick on her knees smiled at me from around the cock in her mouth before pulling off with a wet slurp. “You want a turn, baby? You can be next.”
It was enticing, but I had one goal at the moment, and it was to get high. “Maybe in a minute.” I winked and found a door with a handwritten sign telling me I was in the right spot.
I let myself in and found a handful of people hanging out on couches, lost in their own worlds, enjoying the trips they’d found. Although I’d come for some X, a party favorite of mine, a darker-skinned man with alluring lips and come-fuck-me eyes crowded me against a wall, rubbing my cock through my pants once before tipping his chin at the small table by the wall. “That shit is the fucking good stuff. I swear it. Heaven, man. Makes me wanna fuck so bad. You should try it.”
He was distracted a second later by another guy in the room who was rolling joints in the corner. “Eugene, hands off, for fuck’s sake. Come on, let’s go outside.”
Eugene, or Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome as I wanted to refer to him, pouted and scanned me once before shrugging. “Maybe later, sexy.”
I’d done coke plenty. It wasn’t my go-to since I hated the way it irritated my nose, and it was pricey compared to other party favorites, but I was past the point of caring. Plus, we’d paid a good dime for this party. I might as well enjoy the goods, so I took Eugene’s suggestion.
Once I had a few lines in me, and the fire and full-body tingle were electrifying my insides, I rejoined the party in the main room. Coke made me horny, like Eugene, and the instant it hit my bloodstream, my dick ached for attention.
The couple in the bathroom were long gone, and I didn’t see the girl anywhere. It didn’t matter. There was a house full of available options, and I knew I wasn’t the only one looking for a good time tonight. This crowd seemed pretty loose.
Denver was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed he and his guy friend had found somewhere to have their own fun together. Good. Denver needed that. Unconcerned over my brother’s whereabouts, I made my way to the basement door where Ramon promised a world of entertainment awaited.
He wasn’t kidding.
What I found in the large rec room downstairs made my mouth water and turned my semi-aroused cock to steel in an instant. It was the stuff dreams were made of. My dreams, anyway.
Men fucking women. Men fucking men. Women on their knees. Men on their knees. People bent over the couches, chairs, tables, or up against the walls. Groups of people all playing together; fucking, sucking, sharing, swapping. One guy seemed to be the center of attention. He was this cute little twink, and he was getting his ass pounded by this hairy, lumberjack looking guy while this cute blond girl sucked him off, her rosy lips straining around his erection.
A brunette on the couch screamed with her orgasm, arching her back as the two guys eating her out jerked each other off. In a flash, guy number one went to his knees and took a face full of cum from guy number two. Then everyone changed positions or swapped groups.
It was insane. Intense. It was all my porn fantasies come to life.
In a darker corner was a huge cushy chair. Two guys were getting it on. The one draped over the back of the chair I couldn’t see very well, but he was getting drilled so hard the chair jarred in tiny increments across the floor.
The running lights along the ceiling were dimmed down to their lowest setting, giving the room a dingy, backroom effect.
Moans and the slapping of skin filled my ears. The music from upstairs felt like a distant wave on the periphery of this new room. Maybe it was the coke, or perhaps it was the stimulation of senses, but I was floating in the most blissful place imaginable.
I rubbed myself through my jeans, needing to let loose and get my dick wet somewhere. I didn’t care where at this point. I just needed to come.
No limits. Just like Ramon had promised. These people were all about the “anything goes” motto.
The room reeked of sex and sweat and cum. It was euphoric. My blood was on fire. The energy seeping through my veins snapped and popped and tingled.
I could go either way when it came to sex. I’d fucked an equal share of men and women since I’d started college last year. With guys, I could top or bottom. College had given me freedom I hadn’t known existed, and there was no stopping the blazing urge blooming through my core, telling me to jump in and join the party.
Scanning my options, I chose the twink getting pounded by the bear. Maybe the girl on her knees needed a break or help. Maybe she wanted fucked while doing her due diligence to get the twink off.
Before I got two steps into the room, the guy on the cushy chair in the corner made a strangled noise before crying out at the top of his lungs and coming so hard his voice broke. People took notice. How could they not?
The voice was far too familiar, and I stopped walking to watch the pair, trying to make them out in the low-lit room. It was only then I realized the guy doing the fucking was the cute blond my brother had been flirting with upstairs. Which meant … the guy screaming his orgasm was Denver.
I stalled. There was far too much alcohol and other things swamping my system for me to flee. The little part of my brain that said it was beyond weird watching my brother get his ass fucked was hardly active. Besides, it wasn’t a big deal. It was a fucking party, and he was enjoying himself.
Who cared, right?
With my momentum temporarily halted, I stood back and watched as the blond pulled out and encouraged my brother to his knees on the floor. The blond tore off the condom and hooked a thumb inside Denver’s mouth, pushing his cock inside and fucking his throat. It was fast and furious, and the little noises of pleasure floating in the air made my blood tingle. It might have been Denver, but the act itself was fucking hot.
The blond grabbed Denver’s hair and punished his mouth with brutal movements until he screamed and came as well. I expected Denver to choke or sputter—maybe somewhere in my mind I thought my brother was too prudish to swallow—but he didn’t. His throat muscles worked, and he took every drop the blond gave. Hungrily. Eagerly.
They’d attracted a crowd.
A few people had moved toward them, and when the blond pulled out, he took Denver’s face in his hands and said something I couldn’t hear.
Denver glanced around and nodded with a wicked grin.
A burly guy, who already had his cock out, gave himself a few jerks, obviously next in line. But when the blond pulled something from his pocket—a small black bottle—and tipped a pill into his hand, holding it to my brother’s lips, I jolted forward.