~Collin~
I have always been a competitive person to my detriment. If one of my friends challenged me to do something nine times out of ten I would do it without a second doubt. Whether it be something as simple as doing a belly dance in the middle of the cafeteria in high school or more wild like giving the bartender a blowjob in the middle of happy hour, I'll do it. I don't even need a reward for completing the dare, once I am challenged it becomes a pride thing.
That's why I am currently making out with a blond hunk in his hotel suite. My back against the front door as we explored each other's bodies. His hands were reaching under my shirt tracing the lines of my abs, while I cupped his ass cheeks through his tight pants. He was moaning into my mouth as we kissed and I could feel his hard-on pushing against my own. All of this was happening while my boyfriend was none the wiser back at our own place, sleep in our bed.
It all started when I met up with my friend, Jacob, earlier tonight. He had come to town to visit family during his vacation and we decided to hang out before he left back for work. He was staying at his favorite hotel downtown during his stay, a hotel that was known for having patrons that fall under the rainbow. That's exactly why Jacob always stayed here when he came to town, it was the easiest place to get a night of fun with no strings attached.
I was at the bar nursing a beer as I saw him bounce from man to man. He was strutting back towards our spot after just talking to a couple of twinks at a corner table, "Looks like I'm gonna have double the fun tonight," he said as he sat down next to me.
"Congratulations," I replied as I took a sip from my beer.
"Jealous Collin?"
"No, just confused on why you chose them. I thought you were over twinks."
"Oh I am, but those two were just so cute. Plus there are two of them, it's been a while since I've had a threesome."
"Why not just convince two other guys to join you."
"Easier said than done my friend, it's hard to tell who would be up for that or not."
"Jacob, we're at Menset hotel, I can assure you with the right words we could have an orgy started in the lobby," I said but he just scoffed, "Unless you think you don't have what it takes to pull someone else."
"Oh trust me, baby, I have what it takes," he said with confidence.
He had every right to do so. Jacob would never have a shortage of men with the way he looks. At 27 years old he stood tall at 6'1" and had a full head of dark black hair and a stubble beard. It was obvious that he worked out from the muscles that bulged under his clothes, every time he moved his arms I swear it seemed like his biceps would rip through. His eyes were a deep ocean blue that you could get lost in and his smile could make your pants drop in less than a minute. He was hot and he knew it. That didn't mean I couldn't make fun of him.
"Sure you do," I laughed.
"Don't get mad just because you don't have game anymore."
"Excuse me, what makes you think I don't have game."
"Please you're only 26 and you've been with what's his name for like 4 years now, you haven't had the time to have game."
"I've been with Finn for 5 years, Jacob. That means nothing though before I met Finn I was pulling more ass than you."
"You mean while you were drunk at frat parties with guys you barely know the name of or remember how they look. They would have slept with anybody Collin that doesn't prove you have any game," Jacob started, "To have game is to be able to go up to a guy. Flirt with him, get him genuinely interested, take him back to bed, and fuck the hell out of him with little to no help from alcohol."
"I don't need help from Alcohol thank you very much. Finn doesn't ever need convincing."
"I'm not talking about from your dumbass boyfriend either. I'm talking about a complete and total stranger. You couldn't do it."
"You'd be surprised what I can do."
"Oh really," he said with a devilish smile.
"Yeah," I said with a similar smile.
"Then prove it," he said.
"What?"
"Prove it, go find a guy and get him to agree to go to bed with you," he said.
"Fine you're on, it shouldn't be that hard to get somebody to agree to that," I said confidently.
"I don't think you get what I'm saying," he said, his smile becoming wider.
"Yes I do, get a guy to agree to go to bed with me," I started.
"Then go to bed with him," he finished.
"Huh?"
"You need to convince a guy to go to bed with you, go to bed, and fuck him, or you know get fucked whichever one you want. That's the only way to really prove that you have game enough to get someone into bed," he said.
"I-I can't do that. What about Finn?"
"What about him? Is he expecting you back soon? Just text him and say you will be a little late."
"No, I can't just go and cheat on him with some stranger. That's wrong, just let me flirt with the guy and let it end there."
"Anybody can flirt, Collin, you're gonna have to do more than that to prove that you really have any game. The only way to do that would be to go through with the whole thing. So either go through with it and prove to me that you really have game or sit back down and let me show you how it is done."
He was taunting me now, not only that but disrespecting me and my capabilities. Yeah, I may have been off the market for a few years but that doesn't mean I can't get a guy. I mean I would say I'm pretty good looking if I say so myself. I was the average height at 5'10 but my muscles were well defined. I was clean shaved with a messy mop of blonde hair. My eyes were a sweet hazelnut and I've always been told I had a handsome smile with deep dimples.
"Does it have to be all the way, what about if we just make out?" I asked.