The clock had just passed 8pm when I heard my cell phone ring. As I glanced down, I wondered whether or not I wanted to bother answering. I had just returned from a weekend bachelor trip and was still a little worse for the wear. Having recently broken up with my girlfriend a month prior, the trip was a nice way to clear my head and let loose a little.
Following the break up with my ex, I had moved back in with my mother until I found a place of my own. I picked my phone up after the third ring, seeing that it was my old buddy Drew from high school. I put the phone to my ear, figuring a chat with an old friend could be just what I needed.
"Hey man, what's goin on? Wasn't sure you were going to pick up."
"I was just crashed out on the couch, how have you been?" I said back, trying not to sound as tired as I was.
"Good man, I heard you were back home, was seeing if you wanted to crack a few beers?"
I sat up a little on the couch and looked around the room. The place was spotless considering I had moved most of my stuff into the basement, and my mother was away for a few days visiting her sister. Seeing as how I had the house to myself, I told Drew to head over.
Around 8:30 Drew showed up at the door, a case of Bud Lights under his arm. He looked much the same as he had the last time we had seen each other, which was close to five years ago. He was just over 6', slightly taller than I was, but much slimmer. He had one of those frames where no matter what he ate, he never seemed to gain a pound. I'm more proud but keep myself in good shape, although I wouldn't say I'm built. I took the beers into the kitchen and put them in the fridge, taking out two for Drew and I, while also grabbing a bottle of tequila.
When I returned to the living room Drew was sitting on the couch turning on the tv. As I handed him one of the beers, I held up the bottle of tequila with an inquisitive look. "I've had a long weekend," I said as I walked back to the kitchen to get a few more things. "a few more shots couldn't hurt." I grabbed a couple shot glasses, limes, and salt and returned to the room.
We threw on a basketball game, knocked back a round of shots and started making our way through the beers. The conversation started with mostly small talk, catching up, seeing what we had been up to for the past few years. We had each mostly been working since finishing school, and we had both recently just gotten out of relationships. I had no idea Drew had a girlfriend. When we were in high school, he was never much of a ladies man. He had success with girls here and there, but was far from being a stud.
After a few more rounds of beers, our conversations began to switch more to the sexual side, as we discussed the things we used to do with our ex's in the bedroom. We went back and forth with tales of different positions, different locations, and so on. All the talk was starting to get me a little worked up. I slowly moved my left hand over my crotch, lightly rubbing my shaft with my fingers.
As we continued chatting, we noticed the basketball game had ended and we switched over to a movie, The Girl Next Door. It was a raunchy comedy we had watched several times when we were younger, and thought it would be a little nostalgic. As the movie played, we began to reminisce about our high school days. Most of our time was spent at a friend's house. The basement of his house had been remodeled and his parents basically allowed him free reign down there. We had our fair share of parties down there and had also had our fair share of girls down there too.
