This is my first time writing. This story will be from the perspective of Brandon.
Brandon is a 20 year old straight guy. He is around 5ft 7inches tall with brown eyes and silky black hair. He does workout and has some muscle but is rather skinny.
Brandon is a finance guy and is already a director at a publicly listed company owned by his family. So unlike normal 20 year olds, hes working on days he doesn't need to be at the university and getting paid atleast 10 times more than any 20 year old would. He has a lot of friends and is easygoing.
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I had a long business trip and was finally back home. It was a Thursday in summer and my parents had forced me to stay at home and rest for a day. I was sitting in my room playing some random videogames on my phone when I heard my mom yelling for me. I walked out to her sitting on the sofa in the living room with a concerned look on her face. She gestured me sit down across her to which I obliged without saying anything.
"Do you remember Aunt Jenny from Manchester?"
"Yea sure, what happened?"
"Well she and her husband were involved in a bad accident yesterday. They were injured and were taken to the hospital. Both of them have fractures. So your dad and I have decided that we would go stay with them to help out till their son gets back from China"
" Okay how long then?"
"Till Tuesday. Will you be okay by yourself? You can invite some friends over on the weekend"
As if I would invite some boring people to my house. Being a single child I was way too used to my peace and quite and would rather prefer a weekend with myself considering the hectic week I have had. I agreed anyway.
I decided I would invite my high school best friend Philip over today itself. He had been wanting to catch up for months and I would rather have the weekend to myself.
I called him up and told him what I had in mind.
"You want us to be drinking on a Thursday night? Doesn't the might boss need to work tomorrow? " he said in his usual sarcastic tone.
"Don't you worry about that, so. you in or not Ahole?"
"Okay will come over till 7, gonna get my own drinks tho. Your expensive shit does nothing for me"
"Whatever"
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My parents had already left at 6. Philip was rather punctual and he was here just around 7. I opened the door and he was holding a large crate of beer as he walked in. Philip was a good looking guy, a little taller than me at around 5ft9inches with blue eyes and black hair. However he was rather skinny and didnt work out.
We ordered some food online and started drinking at around 8 and my god did we have some hot gossip to share. I have had around 4 refills of my Whiskey while he had already finished half of his crate when we started talking about girls and sex. I told him about how I had gotten into the wrong club when I was on business and ended up jerking off next to a couple of random guys after a few drinks when I was on business and he told me about his latest hookup as well.
I got up to pour my 5th drink and exclaimed that it was my last for the day.
"Come on you pussy, that's it?"
"Guess who is holding the drink with a lesser alcohol content? You are the pussy," I exclaimed.