So it was New Years eve, the time to party, to celebrate, and with any bit of luck, get laid. And in the past I've had absolutely no problems getting laid on New Years Eve. Sometimes it was because I was lucky, others it was because I lowered my standards, or alcohol lowered them and I got laid. In either case my main goal of having sex has been accomplished on NYE since I turned 18, and I'm now 29. So I guess I am at least guaranteed to get laid once a year.
This year was no different, only this time I felt as though I was in for a sure thing. Reason? A good friend of mine, whom I've never slept with, who I never knew had sexual feelings towards men had starting experiencing the pleasures of man on man action. And most recently he'd been flirting with me pretty hardcore. So why wait until NYE? Because he lives quite far away. I am in Philly, he's in Boston, not exactly convenient for a booty call. And now, since he was back in the Philly area at his parents for NYE and we'd been flirting as I mentioned pretty hardcore, I knew I was in for a good lay. And I got laid, oh yes, and it turned out to be way more hot than I had ever imagined it would be.
All the flirting, dirty talking, phone and cyber sex had built up this fantasy, but the reality far exceeded my expectations. Which is why I felt the need to put it on paper, so I could remember this experience forever.
Showing up fashionably late the party was already starting it's full swing. By time I got to my friend Jim's parent's house it was nearing 9:30pm. His parents are filthy rich, so their home was huge, and immaculately decorated, not to mention they hired valets for the evening. So while some sweet looking honey parked my car, I headed into the house. I mingled, I drank, I met some new and old friends, but after a half hour I had yet to find Jim.
No lie it took me over an hour to find him, and when I did he took me up stairs. My heart was racing, my crotch was aching, and my hands were sweating as I followed Jim into the far end of the house to a guest suite complete with private bath. It was no joke and neither was Jim, physically I mean. He's a tall well built jock type with longer dirty blonde hair than hung slightly over his face and that slight stubble around his chin ala Tom Brady that the ladies and the men, as far as I am concerned go for. And then he has these bright penetrating blue eyes set back under a dark shadow created by his brow.
"Here's where you'll be staying." He said.
"Will I have some company?" I asked, flirting. Jim just smiled at me, then turned away.
"Unsure." He said then turned and laughed and winked. But his tone was off, like he seemed timid. Which made my mind wonder a little, I mean the only reason I came to this party was for him. So I was concerned that I wasn't going to get anything from this. And after months of teasing I was expecting an end result, namely with his cum somewhere either in or on my body.
I looked over the room, wondering what the next move was. I had no idea if his parents knew of his recent sexual desires, I had no idea if he were willing to compromise any aninimity during the party, so I stood there, looking over Jim who was looking stunning by the way. He turned back towards the door and stopped, inches from me. "You smell fantastic." He said, sniffed me and left.
My boner was raging...good thing I wore jeans, tighter than normal boxer briefs and an un-tucked shirt.
I slowly made my way downstairs. Slowly only because of said boner and wanting to give it time to subside, which due to the situation took a long fucking time. But upon my return to the party, everything was fine, despite my wondering on Jim's intentions. But I had fun, and then I had too much burbon, and then some champagne, so needless to say after the toast, I was toasted. But not blitzed, just in no condition to drive. And saying stupid things, such as this...
I ran into Jim as he was saying good bye to his guests around 2 in the morning. By this point I was in blue ball stage. "Jim, Jim" I said, stuttering and probably slurring. "I want you to fuck me."
He instantly grabbed me, laughing surprisingly, me not so much I was completely embarrassed by my drunkenness. "You drunk dick, what's the matter with you? All that stuff we talked about, it was just flirting dude. I can't do this in my parent's home with some of their friends here." He said. "Come on dude, get it together. It's time for bed anyway." And he walked away. I felt horrible, so incredibly embarrassed and ashamed of my drunk inconsiderate behavior and not even coming close to understanding that he had no intentions. I felt so shitty, or maybe it was disapointment.
So I shamefully stumbled up to my room, someway finding it through the maze that was his parent's home. I laid down on my bed for a moment with two thoughts. Number one I may have caused a rift between Jim and myself because of my improper pass at him while he was with people. Number two was the fact that my NYE sex streak may be at an end. The second was much more devastating.
After lying there in self pity for a moment, I pulled myself up, feeling a bit sober now and headed into my private bathroom and cleaned up. The shower was really nice, the sink well lit, but that's not the point, I just really liked the bathroom. Seriously for a guest room it was huge.
As I walked from the bathroom I felt pretty low, I wanted to leave but considering my buzz, I did the right thing despite my heavy reluctance. But as I stepped from the bathroom, I looked across the room to the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked, frozen, emotionless. Jim was sitting on the bed, bare ass naked with just a pillow over his lap.
"What do you think I'm doing?" He said, coyly as if nothing happened between us.
"But you said..."
