"Uh oh don't look now...someone's crush just walked in." My friend Sam said just a little too loudly to be comfortable at this college house party.
He was coyly looking at me and I felt my face burn red in embarrassment as him and the two other friends we came with chuckled.
"God you're such as asshole!" I said laughing a little with them and taking a deep drink of my beer.
I was close friends with all three of these very straight guys, but they didn't mind at all that I was gay. I swear I hooked up with more people through my straight friends than any of my gay friends.
It was also funny because it was a long time running joke. I had a crush on Peter since I had seen him in the gym my freshman year. Now I had just started my junior year and he was a senior.
Peter was on our school tennis team and was very good. Easily the best singles player and good at doubles too. He was originally from France and the way his accent spoke English in his deep voice, it sent shivers down my spine.
He was very athletic and lean. He moved like he had the grace and flow of a big cat. He didn't have eye popping muscles since he wanted to be lean and fast, but his body had a hardness to it that I dreamed of roaming my hands over. He was taller than me by a couple inches, he was 6 foot 3 or 4 inches, and his limbs were very long His hands were massive too which I loved. I think his bio said he weighed 190 pounds.
To sum up, he was a fucking dreamboat. Tonight he looked extra sexy in boots, dark jeans, and a long sleeve henley that was unbuttoned all the way.
"So gonna talk to him this time or pussy out again?" Matt asked me with a smirk on his face.
"I think we've said like two words to each other since we've been at school, don't think randomly approaching would be super covert." I responded.
"Whatever man, you miss 100% of the shots you don't take!" James said. "You wanna play beer pong? I think a spot at that table just opened up." He asked Matt.
"Let's do it!" He said and two of disappeared into the crowd.
Sam turned to me smiling and said, "Hell of a party huh?"
"Seriously there must be like 100 people here!" I had to practically shout back.
"You wanna smoke a joint? I bet the owner won't care if we steal a room upstairs?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Dope, go scope out a room upstairs and let me know which one, I gotta go grab my jacket. I'll meet you up there."
He dipped back towards the entrance and I grabbed a six pack on the way upstairs. I opened the first door on the left and saw a guy and girl fucking in a very drunken doggy style. I laughed and shut the door.
The second door was just a bedroom so I scoped across the hall to see if it had a better place to sit.
This room had a couch, two chairs, a daybed in the corner and a tv on the wall. It seemed like the perfect hangout spot.
I texted Sam to let him know where I was at and fooled around on my phone sitting on one of the chairs.
After a few minutes door popped open and Sam stuck his head in. "Damn this is perfect! Come on."
He said that last part looking behind him and nodding his head in. He must have found someone else who wanted in.
The next thing I knew my throat closed up and my heart beat out of my chest as I watched my crush Peter walk in behind him and shut the door.
Fuck what did he think he was doing?? I was suddenly nervous and I felt like was sweating. Fuck this room was hot all of a sudden.
"Hey I'm Peter, Sam said you guys were going to have a little party up here and sounded like a good time!" He said striding over to the couch and sitting down. He then leaned over and extended his hand out and I shook it. His long fingers draping around mine.
"Hey, yeah we're always up for a good time!" I said nervously. Sam looked at me and I could tell he was like what the hell man, be cool.
I gulped and Sam asked Peter about tennis a little bit. He seemed like he could talk for hours on the subject and the upcoming season.
Meanwhile Peter sparked up a joint and took a puff and then passed it to me. I took a deep drag and immediately felt the effects take me away. My nervousness and anxiety drifted to the back of my brain. Just what I needed.
I passed to Peter who took a puff and then we puffed and passed til the joint was cashed.
"Another?" Peter asked smiling with half lidded eyes.
"I got one more." Sam said.
"I'm going to take a piss, then let's keep the party going." Peter said standing up and heading to the bathroom attached to the room.
"Dude, what the hell?" I asked right away.
"Relax man he's cool, just bumped into him on the way. Also you should be thanking me."
"And why's that?"
"Cause dude, you never would have had the balls to ask him up here which means you probably don't know that he's bi."
"He is? I always assumed he was straight."
"Nah man, the word I hear is he fucks guys and girls alike so don't be so shy."
With that, Peter came back in the room and sat down and we all took turns puffing on the next joint. Grabbing another round of beers from the six pack as well.
Emboldened by the news and the state of my addled mind I found myself openly checking Peter out. From his deeply tanned arms to the chest hair I could see sticking out from his henley.
His hand I noticed were on his thigh. Casually rubbing up and down. Then our eyes met.
I heard Sam cough and say he had to take a leak too. He got up and left for the bathroom.
