Braden couldn't believe he was actually going to the Fourth of July party.
He was in his car on his way back over to his friend Nathan's house—the same house where only a day prior he had taken his first fucking from his father's sizable cock.
He had fucked him in the ass on the massage table. And then he had cum in his mouth—even as Braden could taste his own ass on the cock. And then after a short break he had taken him again. He had used Braden's body in every way imaginable. He had fucked him like a nasty slut, treated him like an absolute cum whore, and for some mind-blowingly strange reason, Braden loved every goddamn minute of it.
Braden's mind was still having trouble catching up with the entire thing. He had believed his entire life that he was completely straight—ripped straight out of an a-typical Super Bowl beer commercial. He had, on his own sexual journey, bedded plenty of beautiful girls whom he'd quite enjoyed his time with...and yet, after just one surprisingly wild day, he suddenly could not take his mind off of cock...the feeling of it...the way it filled him up...the way he seemed to be absolutely desperate for it. And not just any cock. He couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Coleman's cock. Long and thick with a perfect, pulsing vein running down it's middle.
When he pulled up to the house, he swallowed a lump in his throat that he hadn't even realized was there. He was incredibly nervous for some reason and he didn't know why.
He was sure everything would be fine. He certainly didn't want anyone to know what had happened and he was sure Mr. Coleman would feel the same.
When he got to the house around three that afternoon the party was already in full swing. Nathan answered the door and happily welcomed his best friend in with their usual high-five. He ushered him into the house where guests in bathing suits and towels walked throughout the large property as they retrieved plates full of snacks or drinks to head back outside with.
When they got to the kitchen, Nathan offered him a beer from a nearby ice chest, which he gladly took. It was just then that Linus walked in.
"Hey! Braden, good to see ya," he said as he held out his hand to shake as if nothing had happened.
"Hey Mr. Coleman," Braden said, his mind doing cartwheels as he tried to keep things simple.
"Oh, please, call me Linus, Mr. Coleman makes me sound like I'm someone's boring dad," Linus said, and Braden felt a shiver at the insinuation. "So how are the muscles fairing?" He said, as gave Braden a friendly slap on his back. Braden loved the feel of his powerful hand on his body again. If Nathan only knew the subtext of this situation, he thought.
"Oh, much better, I'm feely really loose now thanks to you." He couldn't believe what he'd just said. Who the fuck was he right now, anyway?!
"Isn't he amazing? Toldja he'd fix you up real good, man!" Nathan said as he grabbed a couple towels off the table and beckoned Braden out to the pool. Braden caught Linus's eyes as he followed after his oblivious friend and he could've sworn he saw the most imperceptible of smiles.
The boys headed out to the pool as the smells of the nearby BBQ grill engulfed them in the pleasurable smoke of sizzling meats and skewers of vegetables and caramelizing sauces. The back yard was packed with people they'd grown up with and the outdoor sound system boomed with a fun mish-mash of top 40 radio hits and 90's hip hop with the occasional rock and country mixed in—clearly a set-list for everyone attending.
Nathan had invited over a number of their good friends from high school years including a couple of girls that Braden had had various interactions with in his past flirtations. They looked amazing in their summer bikinis and giant sunglasses. Some hung at the side of the pool with various coasters and plates of chips. There were floating pool toys with beer pong being played both in and out of the water.
Lanterns and streamers and various patriotic regalia littered the property like a scene out of 'The Music Man.'
There was probably around 75 people there—including many familiar faces that Braden had grown up with.
"Come on man, let's get in the pool." Nathan said as he plopped their towels down on the side with their beers and dove in. Braden took off his shirt and shorts to reveal a very small pair of swim trunks that were almost European in their styling.
"Wow, check out Cristiano Ronaldo over here on the runway!" Nathan said as some of their friends did a little mock cheer as they all chuckled at Braden's fairly small swim trunks. They weren't that small...they just weren't board shorts—such was the ribbing of friends.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh it up...laugh it up...just because I look good like this!" And like that Braden did a huge cannonball into the pool which soaked many of his nearest hecklers.
As the afternoon drifted by, more beers and snacks and bitchin' music and games of corn hole toss in the backyard were had.
Braden talked to Nathan's mom for a bit in the pool. She was still incredibly attractive for her age—dark red hair and a body that reflected the mountain biking she had done her entire life. The entire family really had lucked out in the whole good looks gene pool thing.
There were moments when he'd occasionally lock eyes with Mr. Coleman from across the yard and he'd feel his dick pulse with excitement, or his asshole contract for that matter. The previous days continued to run through his head, and even more so as he downed his fourth and fifth beers of the day.
Soon the crowd grew larger and drunker and even more congenial. There was lots of alcohol to be had all around and when it wasn't beers it was Jello shots (or regular shots for that matter). Everyone was festive and sun-soaked and quite comfortable with each other by now.
