PART 2 COMING SOON.
Nick was in his final year of university, living with his best friend Ben. The two of them were inseparable. They both were on the same sports science course, the same football team, and when the time came to find housemates, the two of them knew straight away they would move in together. In their second year they had lived with a group of other lads but neither Ben nor Nick really had that much in common with them, so they decided in their final year to get their own place.
The boys were popular, and although they enjoyed the privacy now they were living just the two of them, that didn't mean they didn't socialise. They were known as the party house on the street, raging house parties several nights a week, and a considerably long string of girls had already passed through both boys bedrooms over the first term.
Nick walked through the door and heard the telly in the living room, he kicked open the door to see Ben lounging on the sofa in his joggers and hoodie. Ben was about 6ft4 and broad shouldered, with thick dark hair, light blue eyes, and a strong jawbone he was popular with all the ladies. Nick was a bit shorter than him, but just skimming into 6ft territory, with light auburn hair and freckles, but his bright green eyes and cheeky grin meant he still earned a fair amount of interest. Ben grinned when he saw Nick and jumped up.
'Mate! Good Christmas?' he said giving him a brief hug and a slap on the shoulder, before throwing himself back on to the sofa.
'Was wicked man, cheers. You?' Nick replied, dumping his bags and crashing onto their second sofa, it hadn't coped well over the months of partying and made an almost pained squeak as he landed on it.
'Had worse. Good to be back though, I've already texted some of the guys. Was thinking we could throw a party tonight, you know, get back in it before anyone else gets there first and nicks all the chicks.'
'You know me mate, I'm always down,' Nick said.
'Sweet,' Ben went quiet, as if watching the telly for a moment as the presenter enthusiastically gestured at the prizes up for grabs on the daytime gameshow.
'You know,' he said eventually, 'I got this wierd thing for Christmas I was gunna ask you about.'
'Did you get a sex toy Ben?' Nick teased and Ben laughed, but awkwardly his cheeks reddened.
'Wait,' Nick said, 'Did you get a sex toy?!'
'No fuck off, I didn't get a sex toy,' Ben scowled.
'Then what?' Nick asked getting genuinely curious. Ben didn't get nervous like this, he was always pretty confident, and never abashed to tell Nick about many explicit areas of his sex life. He had seen Ben naked more times than really any straight man would want.
'I got... my grandad's brother sent me this box. Now, kinda wierd 'cus I've only met the guy a couple of times, like, ever. But it had this note,' Ben fished in his pocket and handed Nick a crumpled up card that had 'Merry Christmas!' stamped on the front. Inside in black scrawled handwriting was a note.
'Dear Ben, I know it's strange receiving a Christmas present from me. Especially as I've never sent one previously. But I've been waiting until I felt you were old enough for a special item I have kept with me all my life. I would have liked to pass it to my own son, or grandson even, but I was never blessed with either. My daughters and granddaughters are delightful of course, but I feel this gift is inappropriate for them, and doesn't feel right somehow as a father. As you know I'm 84 now, and probably not got much longer in this world, so I'd like to pass some of the excitement I had as a youth onto the only other suitable young man in the family. Be careful, and don't use it frivolously. It is magic my boy, and, well, it would spoil the fun if I tell you everything. But find someone you care deeply about, put it on their chest, right above their heart, and whisper 'Amans mei, cor meum, me unum' and you will see how much more fun life can be. You may be lucky like I was and find your true love and soul mate. Merry Christmas Ben. Best wishes, Great Uncle Ken.'
'Weird huh?' Ben said, uneasily as Nick got to the end of the message.
'Yeah...what is it, did you open it?' he asked.
'Of course I did,' Ben said and chucked Nick a small black wooden box. 'Have a look.'
Nick opened the box carefully and inside, set in a red velvet lining was a dark jet black stone, the stone was incredibly beautiful. As Nick stared at it the inside seemed to swirl, glinting touches of blue and purple, and even shimmering gold, winking at him through the deep dark.
Ben reached over and snapped the lid shut, snapping Nick back to reality.
'It's just a stone,' Ben said, shoving it back into his hoodie pocket along with the note. 'Dad says the guys gone loopy, got old and finally cracked.'
'Yeah, most likely,' Nick agreed but he couldn't shake the fascination with the stone from his head, he wanted to see it again, wanted to touch it... he shook his head and got up to make some dinner.
That night came around quickly, they spent the rest of their evening preparing their signature house party set-up. Huge speakers and disco lights in the living room, beers and plastic cups in the kitchen, low lights in the bedrooms, locked of course, that was for their conquests only. Before the boys knew it the house was heaving, and the booze was flowing.
The music pumped through Nick's veins through the euphoria of booze that fogged his brain. This was the life, he thought. This was what being young was all about! He looked at the girls dancing around him and wondered which one he would take upstairs. He eyed their short dresses and imagined what it would be like being a girl, wearing pretty things, trying to catch the eye, to look better than everyone else.
He eyed one with heavy eye makeup and pouty lips. They would make for a good blowjob, he thought.
He hadn't been wrong, he thought as the girls lips slid up and down his cock, she sucked playfully at the head and nibbled ever so gently on the foreskin so that he gasped and she made a noise of glee as she took him in further. It was good, so fucking good, the booze swirled round his head making him feel dizzy and euphoric. Fuck, he thought, 'm going to cum, and I'm going to be sick.
The girl stormed out of his room, shouting and swearing at him as he lay back on the bed wiping the vomit from his mouth.
'I'm sorry!' he shouted after her, but couldn't conceal the amusement in his voice, nor the semi pride of puking and cuming in and on a girl precisely at the same moment. The look of absolute horror in those dark eyes would stay with him for a while that's for sure.
The door creaked open and Ben peaked his head in, 'what did you do?! Were you sick on that girl?!' Ben laughed and Nick rubbed his neck and bit his lip.
'Maaaybe?' he said and Ben laughed harder, so hard that he collapsed slightly into the wall, only wearing his boxers. Clearly he was as drunk as Nick was.
'Did everyone see her?' Nick asked.
'No, everyones gone man, it's just us. Apart from a couple of the football guys but their passed out on the sofas and definitely wont be up until tomorrow afternoon, or I guess this afternoon?' Ben said, he stumbled forward and collaped onto Nick's bed beside him groaning.
