*This is a continuation of "It Does Get Better." Please look there for context*
It had been about a month since the night I had sex with Diego in his car. We hooked up a few times in the following weeks and were exclusively fuck buddies. He texted me last Monday to come over to his house, but my car broke down that morning, and so I couldn't go. He didn't seem very happy about it, but I was just trying to figure out how to get to work that day. I've had to take the bus since then, and I sometimes wait for Daniel to close so he can drive me home late at night.
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On a late-night ride home, Daniel was telling me about how his night ended the day of the party.
'She was a good fuck, but she sucked at giving head," he said.
"Well, most young girls do, especially with a dick like yours," I responded.
"Do you think I'm big? You didn't struggle with it when you blew me a few months ago," he said.
"I'm gay, I love sucking dick, I'm a dick pig. I even blew my own bully," I said, nonchalantly.
"What? You did that in high school?" he asked.
"No, but it didn't stop me at the party the other night," I said.
"Was that the guy you were sitting with when I left? I was wondering who he was since he stared me down all night after he watched us dance," he mentioned.
"He thought you were my boyfriend because you were all grinding up on me to a Rihanna song" I responded, sounding harsher than I meant to.
"Did I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry, I was kind of drunk. I thought you were having fun," he said regretfully.
"I was, I was. I'm just saying, that's probably what it looked like. Don't worry about it," I clarified.
He looked relieved. He quickly changed the tone of the conversation by asking me if I had seen Diego since then. I told him that we did see each other a couple times, and that we were exclusively having sex. Daniel then went on this rant about a customer who accidentally sprayed Calvin Klein cologne into his own son's eye while trying out the samples. I kind of started to drift off when, suddenly, we were outside my house.
"So, are you down to go?" Daniel asked.
"What? Yeah, sure. Where?" I asked, embarrassed.
"You weren't listening. My sister is having a party at her house this weekend, will you come? She really likes you," he said.
I felt bad for not listening the first time, and how could I say no to those hopeful eyes and cute smile of his?
"Yeah, I'll be there," I said.
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Come Saturday, my car still wasn't fixed. I told Daniel that I wasn't going to make it to the party because I had no car still. He insisted on coming to pick me up, so I said yes, on the condition that he bring me home by midnight so I could sleep. I didn't really need to sleep early, I just wanted to make sure he got back to his house on time to get drunk with his sister and her friends, who no doubt would stay up until well past 2 or 3AM. When I was waiting for Daniel to pick me up, Diego texted me and asked what I was doing for the night. I told him about the party and that I'd be home early if he wanted to come by afterwards. He said he'd pick me up at the party. I agreed.
When Daniel picked me up, I told him he could get drunk because I had a ride home. He was happy about it. When we got to the party, Daniel's sister Stephanie greeted me and offered me some food and beer. I started eating and then all the guys started playing beer pong. I decided to play with Daniel as my teammate. I told Daniel that he had to drink for us because I'm the better shooter. We went three rounds before we lost the final match to his cousins. That was for the best since I was trying not to get drunk because I knew I was going to see Diego later.
Around 12:10, I texted Diego asking if he was nearby. He told me he had stuff to take care of and couldn't pick me up. I was fucking pissed off. Daniel noticed and asked me what was wrong. I told him, and he said I could sleep in his room if I wanted to stay. I told him I'd stay, and to let me borrow his charger so I could plug my phone in. I followed him into his room to get the charger and plug my phone in. Right when I plugged my phone in, I got another text; it was Diego saying he would come get me in 30 minutes after all. I was still feeling annoyed, so I didn't respond.
"Turn that shit off, fuck that fool," Daniel exclaimed.
"I don't even know why I'm mad, it's just sex, plus I already knew he was an asshole years ago," I said, utterly frustrated at myself.
"You don't even fucking need him; I got a big fat dick for you to suck on right here anyway," he said, grabbing at his crotch.
"Yeah, that's true," I said, jokingly.
I didn't really mean that, but right after I said it, Daniel walked over to me and caressed my chin, pulling my head up to look at him.
"Eric, would you suck my dick? I've been wanting you to since that day we were talking about it int the car" He said, grinning his ever-flirtatious smile.
Whether it was purely out of spite, or because I was both emotionally and sexually frustrated, I'm not sure, but I said,
"Yes, I would."
He smiled with such a devilish look in his eye. Daniel walked over to his door and locked it. He closed the blinds and then stood in front of me again. I was going to unbuckle his belt, when he just pulled his jeans down, and he was already rock-hard. Daniel was yet another Mexican guy with a big dick. He was about 7.5 inches and thick, plus he had a noticeable vein that ran through his dick that honestly made it look more appetizing. I grabbed it and watched it ooze precum at the tip. I started to suck slowly on the head.
