Jamie laid in his bed, trying to figure out his next move after getting fucked by the bartender.
His chest and dress shirt were soaked in his own cum, while his asshole was leaking the bartender's. Still tipsy from the strong drinks he'd been poured earlier, he clumsily got out of bed, grabbed a towel, and tried to clean up. He dabbed water on his shirt, trying to get out some of the strain before it set in. It mostly worked, and he threw on his tuxedo once more to return to the party.
When he got back downstairs, he found that a lot more people had arrived. The house was now packed with his parents' friends dressed to the nines, talking loudly over the music and clearly having fun. Jamie glanced over at the bartender, who was so busy making drinks he didn't notice Jamie's stares.
Over the next few hours, Jamie began to chat with some of his friends' parents. Most of them hadn't seen Jamie since he was in high school, so they made small talk about his college experience, what he was studying, and if he was still running track.
Eventually, Mark showed up to save Jamie from the monotony, drink in hand.
"Hey Jamie, the bartender asked me to give you this," he said while leading Jamie away into a slightly less crowded area of the living room. It was a tall, clear drink, which Jamie realized was nearly entirely gin after taking his first sip.
"Damn, that's boozy. But honestly, exactly what I need after making small talk with all these people for two hours."
"Well, at least it seems like you made friends with the guy that caught us earlier," Mark teased.
"Yeah man, you have no idea," Jamie replied back with a knowing laugh, already feeling his inhibitions lower after a few sips.
Mark got the picture. "Oh no, don't tell me you fucked the bartender too!" He was clearly a little drunk as well, talking slightly too loudly for such a sensitive topic at a crowded party.
"Shit dude, keep your voice down," Jamie said in a hushed tone, checking around him to see if anyone heard. "But to be honest, he fucked me."
"Impressive, Jamie. How was he?"
Jamie began to tell Mark about the encounter. He detailed how the bartender had taken control, fucked him hard, and left him covered in cum. He even showed Mark the cum stain on his dress shirt, which his drunken self took as a badge of honor.
When he was done, Mark looked like a dog in heat. Jamie noticed a slight bulge in his pants and a sultry look in his eyes. He was clearly turned on by the story.
"Well, you'll be happy to know you're not the only one here who's been getting some interest," Mark added with a smirk. "Turns out, some of your dad and I's friends from high school are closeted gays."
"No way, I don't believe you," Jamie replied incredulously. "Like who?!"
"Well, I guess I'm not entirely sure. But I definitely got the feeling that our old buddies Jack and Steve are at least bicurious." He discretely pointed them out from the crowd as he said their names.
Jamie recognized them both from his dad's old college dorm photos. They obviously looked much older now than they were then, but they were still quite handsome. Jack was easily 6'4", a little husky, dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes. Steve was more of an average height, with black hair, a well-kept stubble, and soft features. Still, Jamie could tell he was pretty jacked even with a tux on.
"Wait, so why do you think they're into guys?"
"So I was telling them about the divorce, and they naturally asked what had happened. Since we're buddies, I was pretty honest about how I had been unhappy for a while, sleeping around a bunch, and how she caught me a few times."
"You just love to brag about your conquests, man," Jamie teased.
"Of course," Mark replied back like it was the obvious thing to do. "So at this point they started joking about how ugly the girls who are willing to sleep with me must be, so I busted out my phone to show off some of their pictures. And since I'm an honest dude, I showed them some of the guys, too."
"No way," said Jamie. "And they seemed cool with that?"
"I honestly didn't know how they would react, but turns out they didn't mind at all. In fact, they were really curious, asking me about what it felt like and how many guys I'd been with."
"Fuck, that's wild. But sounds like they've never been with a guy before?"
"Yeah definitely not," replied Mark. "But I guess we'll see...you know how I get!"
Just then, one of Jamie's dad's coworkers interrupted the conversation with some questions about his plans after college, so Jamie couldn't follow-up with Mark on his plans for the evening.
Damn
, he thought. He was so curious about what was going to happen.
Could Mark really seduce Jack and Steve? Were they even curious, or was Mark just horny and reading too much into their responses?
He would have to find out later.
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The party continued, and Jamie began to get drunker and drunker. He slowly sipped on drinks poured for him by the bartender, who was clearly being heavy-handed. To be fair, it seemed as if he was a little heavy-handed for everyone. As midnight rolled around, the party was still packed and people seemed more than a little drunk. Voices got louder, the mood became more energetic, and people began to dance to the music.
Eventually, Jamie spotted Jack and Steve across the room, chatting between themselves. He realized this was his chance to scope out the situation and see if they were actually interested in men. With his liquid courage, he walked over to them and broke into the conversation.
"Hey, I think you two went to college with my dad? I seem to recognize you both from his old photo albums." Jamie was playing dumb.
They quickly realized who Jamie was and seemed enthused.
"No way! You look just like Peter," said Steve. He had a deep voice that matched his tough-looking physicality. "I'm Steve, and this is Jack."
"We lived with your dad and Mark all four years," Jack added as they shook hands. "So we heard you're in college right now, too?"
"Yeah, this is my senior year."
"Well I hope you're taking full advantage of the experience," said Steve. "It's a great time to learn, but also to make a ton of mistakes."
"God knows we did!" Jack added with a fond laugh, patting Steve on the back boisterously. Jamie could tell they were kind of drunk too.
"So we were just chatting about Mark," Steve said, changing the subject a bit. "Sounds like you've seen him quite a bit over the years. Did you know he was bisexual?"
