Elliot's Point of View
For as long as I can remember anxiety has ever been present in life and now at the age of twenty-three, I still struggled with it. Awkwardness and weirdness followed me daily, yet inclusivity made me happy. I was grateful for the few friends in my life. They were aware of my extreme shyness and have accepted me fully. They stopped trying to get me out of my comfort zone and respected my boundaries. The chances of being alone for the rest of my life because of my anxiety scared me. In Today's way of living in the extreme who wanted to be with boring old me?
"Hey Elliot, please play something for us." Chester, who was celebrating his birthday today, said pulling me out of my deep thoughts. I shook my head no. Sometimes I wished I could be so carefree and just do whatever I wanted without overthinking it.
"Pretty Please!" His girlfriend Emily begged me, and I blushed slightly. Boys shouldn't be called pretty, but I liked the compliment even though I wasn't comfortable receiving it.
Knowing Emily, I was sure she wouldn't stop begging till she got what she wanted so I stood up from where I was sitting and walked over to the Piano. I contemplated carefully what to play for them. Vivaldi's four seasons came to me and I decided to play "Spring" for them. They all shouted joyfully as I started playing. A smile formed on my face seeing them drunk and jolly. I could have played "Old McDonald had a farm" and I'm sure they would have still cheered. I smiled to myself again at their silliness.
There weren't many people around for Chester's 24th Birthday Party. It was a small intimate Soiree with all our friends. The food was good, and the drinks have been flowing all evening. Even I, the control freak of the group, was slowly losing my inhibitions. I kept playing for them until we heard the doorbell ring. 'Who will be coming to the Party this late?' I thought to myself while looking around and realizing that almost everyone in our clique was already here with us, and those who weren't have excused themselves.
"Nate!" Chester slurred. Nathaniel is Chester's older brother and only Sibling. Their Parents sadly cut him off for being troublesome and wasting their money causing him to move to a different city, so Chester barely saw him.
"Hey Ches!" Nate finally said. "Happy Birthday, Kido!" He added.
What caught my eye though was Nate's companion. He was leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed at his chest, looking tall, dark and handsome! He was casually dressed in a pair of fitted black jeans, black Timberland boots and a white dress shirt with two buttons opened from the top and the sleeves rolled up to his elbow. The white shirt complimented his dark skin beautifully. My eyes wandered up his body to his face where our eyes met, and I drew in a sharp breath. He was staring right back at me so intensely that I felt my body heat up with little tingles forming in my stomach. Nothing could have hidden the embarrassment I felt being caught whiles I was undressing him with my eyes and I couldn't look away... What a handsome man!
This might be the kind of reaction he got most of the time because he looked like a model though there was an air of toughness and danger that surrounded him and warned you not to get close to him. His jaw was defined and his cheekbones high. Full lips were perfectly curved into his face, the bottom lip kissed with just a hint of deep pink color. Transfixed on his lips, I watched as he slowly licked them whiles smiling deliberately at me. Dominance and confidence oozed out of him in waves towards me. Dammit! I had to get away from this predicament.
It finally dawned on me that I might be ogling at Nate's Boyfriend. Instantly, I felt bad and guilty about having sexual thought about the mystery guy. What the hell was wrong with me? I was not the kind of guy to get this worked up. 'What if he told Nate I was checking him out?' The thought alone made me want to disappear from the party and die in shame.
Whiles they were all busy greeting and hugging Nate, I was able to sneak out of the room unnoticed through another door and my legs quickly carried me to the kitchen. There I could catch my breath from drooling over the body of another man. 'What the hell was happening to me? Oh, I need a drink to calm down my nerves!' I thought to myself and decided to get a wine glass from one of the kitchen cupboards which was hung up too high. I struggled to open it on my tippy toes with my 5'5 inches.
"Do you need help?" I heard a rich voice behind me.
My body reacted to the deep voice and I sensed it must be Mr. 'tall, dark and handsome'. His voice alone made my body tingle. Why would my body react so wantonly to a stranger? This feeling was alien to me. Normally I was the shy, introverted, and polite guy.
"I'm trying to get a wine glass." I replied without even daring to glance back at him.
He shouldn't see the power he had over me. Hearing footsteps coming from behind me alarmed me and all the blood run to my cock, making it stiff. I tried to move aside slightly to give him access to the cupboard, but he held me in place with one of his big hand at my slender waist. He was standing so close behind me that our bodies were touching intimately.
"You little slut! I caught you undressing me." His sultry deep voice whispered softly in my ears, a chill run down my spine and my dick jolted. Being under his spell with his cologne filling my nostrils was intoxicating.
He took my earlobe in his mouth and lightly bit on it; an involuntary moan escaped my lips making me bend my upper body slightly forward. By doing so I pushed my ass further back to his crotch and felt his huge bulge. Anybody could have walked into the Kitchen and seen us, but I couldn't bring myself to care or tell him to stop.
"Did my dirty boy like what he saw?" His wet stiff tongue started slowly ear-fucking me and I couldn't form a coherent sentence other than nod affirmably. 'Why was I allowing him to humiliate and talk to me in such a degrading manner? Was I one of those people who enjoyed dirty talking?' I thought.
"That's not how good boys are supposed to act!" He kept on whispering in my ear as he proceeded to lick around the shell my ear.
I was rendered incapable of thoughts and my knees buckled. His full, soft lips slowly moved down my neck and continued with the butterfly kisses. My semi erect cock leaked profusely in my briefs aching for his touch.
His hands held my waist firmly as he thrust forward, dry humping me and I was ready to risk it all for him, get naked and let him fuck the living daylight out of the me right there in the Kitchen till my tiny tight hole reddened and gaped wide open with his hot cum running out my asshole and down my legs. Damn, where did that come from? I must have a slut in me after all.
"I'm uuh-I'm a mmmhh I'm a good boy!" I choked out. What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Why was I playing along his dirty game? I wasn't aware who he was, yet here I was participating in his naughty game. Shouldn't I be telling him to stop?
"I'm sure you're a very, very good boy!" He said and thrust forward again. This time a little firmer than the last one. Though we had cloths on, I was able to feel his big erect dick.
"See what you've done, Pretty Boy?" He questioned and thrust again. I responded by moaning a little louder deep in my throat. We were both breathing hard now, and my cock was painfully erect at its full 6 inches. I needed release.
"How are you going to make it up to me, Baby Boy?" He asked and I understood exactly what he wanted.
Was I going to let a stranger fuck me in my friend's house whiles all my friends were present and could possibly hear me scream and moan? Shockingly, the thought did not repulse me! Oh My God! I was a slut! ... a pathetic whore! What has this man unleased in me?
Before I could answer him, I heard someone coming to the Kitchen. He quickly took out the wine glass from the cupboard, placed it in front of me on the kitchen counter and then swiftly moved away from me, putting some distance between us. Not long after that Chester and Nate came to view.
"Ja, I've been looking for you! I wanted to introduce you to my little brother." Nate said.
"I was trying to find something to drink" Tall, dark and handsome replied and Nate rolled his eyes at him.
