So this is a story that, as a supposedly straight man, I thought I'd never even tell. But here I am, mainly because it still turns me on and I want to share! Anyways, here I go.
I moved to Washington a year ago with my girlfriend. We both got jobs and went to doing our thing, but things felt different for me. I really felt like I needed to go back to Arizona to visit at least. Things were kind of estranged for me and some family members, so I decided to go back for a few weeks and try to make everything feel right.
When I got there the first thing I did was go to my old work, I worked there for 8 years so a lot of my friends worked there naturally. Plus it was like 11 am and I had nothing better to do until my friend I was staying with got off work. So when I got there I was just kinda talking to whoever I saw that I knew when I ran across my old boss, he is about my age, at that time about 28 I think. Well anyways, Derrick was gay, he had a boyfriend that always came to eat lunch with him at work, not sure if they were still together, but still, he's gay. Doesn't matter much to me, I have always respected others for who they are, plus I have always had a fascination with cum and cocks, so yeah.
So I start up a conversation with him for a few and he tells me about the big party he's having and how I should definitely come. I ask him who's gonna be there and he says that this girl everyone knew I was crazy about was for sure coming. Seeing as they were sorta friends at work I thought it seemed plausible and got excited about seeing her again. She has huge tits and the most amazing eyes. I would go and see her at work then but she wasn't there that day. So the party is on Saturday and I have the address and an invite. I guess I'm going. Nobody besides my friend I'm staying with even knows I'm in town yet really. I'm gonna go get drunk and try to fuck Stacy (the girl I'm crazy about).
Saturday comes around and I ditch my buddy because he is a player and I don't need his shit. I tell him I'm going to see family and I plan on staying at the party. Derrick is known for having parties and he has co-workers over sometimes too and they usually crash there no biggie. That's my plan. It's my only shot to get to the party with Stacy and have all night to work free and clear. So I get to the party at like 9. Supposedly it started at 8, so I'm trying to be fashionably late as they call it. But when I get there I realize that it's not that big of a party like Derrick said. Only like 6 cars or so. Disappointing. Especially because I don't see Stacy's car. Fuck. Should I stay or should I go?? I stay.
I get out of my car and ring the door bell. Some dude answers and starts being all wild and saying "welcome lets get wasted!" I see Derrick and say hey and he points me straight to the liquor. We take a couple shots real fast and he hands me a joint that had been going. Then someone fills my glass again and suddenly everyone has a shot and is saying "cheers!!" I take my 3rd shot in a matter of minutes. I should slow it down. But I tell myself to get a good buzz going before Stacy gets here because knowing her, she's coming to the party a bit rowdy. So I take a 4th shot and hit the joint. Then I start to mingle, waiting for Stacy to show. 10 o clock and still no Stacy. If 11 hits and she's not here I will start to worry a little bit. It's still early.
So while I'm mingling suddenly it dawns on me, I've been so focused on Stacy I haven't even noticed that there is almost all dudes at this party. Probably like 12. Only 2 girls and both are with someone. So anyway, I am becoming the center of the party all of the sudden. Everyone is loving how drunk I'm getting and provoking more shots. I think I'm done with shots for the night after about 6, too many for me to even feel very comfortable talking to Stacy. I tell the guys I can't drink anymore, then a guy busts out another joint and says we can't smoke instead. I pretty much dodge that joint the whole time, only taking about 1 real hit off of it.