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Chapter 1: Masks

Back in my hometown, we used to have pretty fun holiday social events. One year, I went to a Halloween party to meet some friends, and it turned out to be the last time I believed in a little bit of magic. 

I showed up in a ninja costume, but not wearing a mask. That was my simple go-to Halloween getup that I had somehow never grown out of. The party was mostly people I'd known my whole life. There were dudes I had crushed on, secretly, all throughout my teen years, and girls who knew I was gay, since I had recently started coming out, but slowly. 

Even with all those familiar faces, I was still a bit nervous at parties, since alcohol tasted so bad to me I couldn't stomach it enough to make it work. I started to look around for Jess and Mia, my favorite girls. All I knew was that they were going to be “dressed as fairies”.

Two colorful, winged creatures were mingling by the drinks table, their faces obscured by a complicated costume with a built in mask. I couldn’t even tell which was which. Their masks were sewn in, covering most of their heads, with just a big smile-shaped hole left open for the mouth. I had to walk up and ask. I tapped the pink fairy on the shoulder.

“Jess?”

“Seriously?” the blue one said, and I knew that voice before she finished the word. Jess. 

"How was I supposed to know?"

"She's the sluttier one, obviously," the pink fairy said.

"Mia you bitch!" Jess yelled. 

These were my people since before any of us even liked boys. Jess had glitter smeared from her collarbone up to her jaw, and Mia's wings sat crooked on her back, one bent from the car ride over. The tops covered their torsos, hiding their form a bit. They looked ridiculous, and kind of great, sipping from red cups.

Jess looked my ninja costume up and down. “So are you actually gonna talk to a guy tonight, or are you just gonna lurk behind that mask again?”

"I talk to guys," I said.

"Michael. You came out forever ago and you still haven't even kissed one."

"I'm pacing myself."

Mia laughed into her cup. She knew it the same as Jess did. I was effectively a non-practicing gay, my enjoyment of boys, their bodies, their dicks. It was only theoretical so far.

“Well," I said, trying to figure out how to be the right level of catty, "I may have zero mileage but it still beats whatever Jess has on her odometer."

“A ho is gonna go,” Jess said proudly.

“I’ve had Ryan basically my whole life,” Mia said. “Somebody had to slut it up enough for two.”

"You don't even talk gay," Jess said, turning it back on me. "You still sound like a regular… dude."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "When did you become, like, super bitchy?"

Jess stepped forward. "Don't listen to her. You're perfect."

"Do you know where Alex is?" Jess asked. "I was talking to him earlier. I think it's finally time he stuffed this turkey."

Alex was my straight, jockish friend. I got why she wanted to fuck him. He was built pretty solid. He had done years of sports that I had mostly watched from the bleachers.

We had been friends since we were little kids, back when sleepovers were just video games and swimming in his pool and eating junk food until midnight. Back before any of it got complicated.

Our friendship had its ups and downs over the years, stretches where we were basically brothers and stretches where I could barely stand to be in the same room as him. Watching him laugh at something one of his buddies said, I felt both of those stretches at once.

One time in the locker room he slapped my bare ass in front of everybody and announced that I had "a girl's juicy bubble butt cheeks".

I'd always had a big ass, a legit bubble butt, round and heavy where other guys were flat, and the whole room howled at that. I resented him for a long time. Eventually I forgave him, mostly because I was a dick to him plenty too, little digs and cold shoulders that probably came from a crush I never admitted to anybody, including myself. And he knew. I wasn't fully out to him, but I’m pretty sure Alex had sensed it for years.

"Hey, did you hear me?" Jess said, waving her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah... I mean no, I haven't seen him," I said.

Mia grabbed my jaw, looking at my face. "You look so cute tonight."

She kissed me on the cheek, and I felt myself blush. "Stop, people are gonna think we're dating."

"I wish," she said, and I blushed even harder. 

Jess tugged at her fairy top and looked my costume up and down again. "Switch with me. I wanna fuck someone tonight, and this thing isn't showing off my titties." 

She pinched the sewn-in mask where it hugged her jaw. 

"Plus I hate having my face covered,” she said, moving her hand to the fabric on my chest. “I'd look sexy in this."

We ducked into a side room and traded quickly. Jess yanked the fairy top down over my head while I handed off my ninja gear piece by piece, hood, wrap, the plastic sword. The fabric was still warm from her and smelled like her perfume, and glitter stuck to my palms instantly. In the mirror, the top squeezed my chest and waist into a curvy shape, and the wings framed my hips like they were built for them. 

As I looked at myself in the reflection, heat crawled up my neck under the sewn-in mask. I'm a boy, I thought. I said it in my head again while the glitter caught the light. It didn't help. I couldn't find myself in that costume at all. The eyes in the mirror could have belonged to anybody.

I headed back out into the party, wings catching on the doorframe. I spotted Alex across the room. He stood by the couch with a red cup, wearing his own football jersey as a costume, and even from that far away I could see his thick shoulders filling it out, the back of his neck. He had a recent haircut, which is always when I would get a new crush on him.

The crowd shoved us together on the dance floor, and suddenly Alex was right next to me, red cup held up over the bodies. 

"Hey!" he yelled, friendly, the same grin he gave everybody. 

Up close his jaw had stubble on it and the jersey stretched tight across his chest. I yelled “hey” back and asked how he'd been, but the bass reverberating through our chests also absorbed all the sound, and the mask muffled the rest. He couldn't hear a word I said, even when I yelled. He cupped a hand behind his ear and shook his head, laughing.

He put a hand on my hip, his fingers edging downward toward my butt.

I froze, stuck between a lustful instinct to lean into the touch, and the repulsion learned from years of homoerotic jokes from fratty bros pretending to be gay for a laugh. Despite my better judgement, I leaned into it. This was locker-room stuff, I figured, the same guy who slapped my bare ass in front of the whole team, joking because it was natural to him to do so. I looked around and half the dudes were pulling similar bits with their buddies, humping legs, grinding on each other's butts for a laugh. So fine. I could take a joke. And it felt good, even if I was the only one between us it was doing anything to. I leaned into it, putting a hand onto his ass as well. Trying to seem cool, nonchalant. But his next move surprised me.

He gripped my hips with both hands, spun me around, and pulled my butt back against him, rolling into me to the beat. The wings bent flat between us and he just crushed them, his chest warm against my back. He was holding me, feeling me. His fingers dug into the fairy top at my waist, thumbs pressing in above my ass, and his hips kept circling against me slower than the song, grinding, not dancing anymore. 

It was hot, and I was getting hard under the fairy top, no stopping it, my dick straining against the fabric, trapped down under a garment that was made for someone with no external genitalia. I felt the tension nearly give me a cramp from all the blood flow going nowhere.

And I felt him against my ass, growing thick and hard, wedged between my butt cheeks, pushing into me firmly with every roll. He wasn't hiding it at all. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck where the mask ended, hot and steady, and I pushed back into him. Something was actually happening. 

Fuck. 

This wasn't a bit. Alex dipped his mouth to the edge of the mask, right behind my ear where the fabric stopped, and his stubble dragged across my bare neck.

"I've wanted you for so long," he said, loud and low enough that only I heard it under the bass. "I wanna fuck you so hard." 

His hands slid from my waist down over my ass, palming both cheeks, squeezing them slowly, pulling me harder onto him. "I would make you cum so good. I will stuff your pussy so hard."

Guys said all kinds of stuff when they were hard, I figured, and I was too far gone to care. I rolled my hips back into him, grinding my ass up the length of his dick while his hands roamed everywhere, hips, ass, the crease where the wings met my back, and he groaned into my neck. If he didn't care who saw us, I didn't either.

I reached back and squeezed his dick through his jeans, the full thick shape of it pressing into my palm, and I felt it throb, the large shaft pulsing in my grip as he groaned against my neck. He spun me around to face him and went in for a kiss, but the mask only had the smile-shaped hole, and he missed my mouth completely. His tongue dragged briefly across my chin, which itself was surreal.

Did that count as my first kiss? 

I started to tell him there was an empty room nearby, but the bass swallowed my voice again. He cupped a hand behind his ear and shook his head again. So I pointed at the bedroom door.

He grabbed my wrist and towed me quickly through the crowd, shouldering people aside, and pushed the door open with his free hand. When it shut behind us the music dropped to a dull thumping I felt in the floor more than heard.

He put a hand on my shoulder, heavy, and pressed down firmly. My mouth had dried out entirely. I tried to say something and only breathed as my knees bent and I sank onto the carpet in front of him, wings tilting, glitter drifting off the top. 

He unbuckled, shoved his jeans down, and pulled his dick out over his waistband. It stood up hard and thick, flushed dark at the head, a slightly frizzy bush over a cylinder of flesh, close enough to my face that I could feel the heat coming off it. I had seen plenty of dicks sideways in locker rooms. I had never had a hard one pointed at me.

I leaned forward, lined up the mouth hole in the mask, and took my first dick between my lips, skin softer than I expected, salt and heat spreading across my tongue. He exhaled hard above me.

It just tastes like skin. It doesn't feel like "sex", I thought as I sank down further, the scariness dissipating as I melted into the lust of it all.

I worked my mouth down his shaft through the hole in the mask, the fabric edge rubbing wet against my lips every time I bobbed. He tasted like salt and skin, and he kept twitching against my tongue. 

"Slower," he said, cupping my jaw, tilting my head up. "Watch the teeth. There you go." 

I obeyed every word, drooling out of the smile hole, spit soaking the colorful fabric at my chin. His breathing shortened, and his patience shortened with it. Both hands clamped onto the complicated design of the costume on my head and he pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat until I gagged and my eyes watered behind the mask. He held me there and ground into my face, groaning. 

Now this feels like sex.

I held his hips and slid my hands back onto his bare ass, both cheeks flexing under my palms with every thrust. Alex built up rapidly, stretching my jaw wide around him, pounding my throat until his body slammed into the mask, the sewn-in fabric mashing flat against my nose, glitter shaking loose onto his open jeans. 

He reached for the fabric around my shoulders, trying to yank it off, but it wouldn’t budge. He was so desperate, he almost ripped it before giving up. I felt the desperation in his dick as it throbbed harder in my mouth, aggressively shoving harder and harder into my throat. 

I gagged and drooled out of the smile hole, spit running down the fairy top, and he didn't slow down at all, his breath shortening into grunts above me. His hands clamped onto the costume covering my head and he pushed deep for the last few pulses, holding himself in my throat while he finished, his dick throbbing hard against my tongue. When I gagged around him he pulled back just enough and released the rest into my mouth, warm and salty, pooling under my tongue, my eyes watering behind the mask.

Alex tucked himself back into his jeans, still breathing hard, and buckled up without looking down at me. 

“I, uh… should head out first, don’t wanna raise suspicions,” he said. 

I stayed on my knees, spit soaking the smile hole, and swallowed and nodded. He squeezed my shoulder once and stepped back. Alex slipped out of the bedroom, leaving me kneeling there.

I pulled myself up off the carpet and found the same mirror I had looked in before. It was the same costume Jess had yanked over my head, the same wings, except one sat crushed flat now from Alex's chest. Spit had soaked the smile hole dark, and glitter clung to my knees where I'd been kneeling. I looked at the eyes behind the mask, and this time I knew exactly whose they were. I'd sucked my first dick. Alex's dick. The guy I'd crushed on since we were kids swimming in his pool had just finished in my mouth, and I could still taste him.

I gave it a minute, straightened the crushed wing, and walked back out into the party. Alex had already planted himself in a huddle with his buddies across the room, red cup raised, stubbled jaw going a mile a minute, and I caught enough over the bass to know he was bragging about the blowjob he just got. 

So much for not raising suspicions.

I drifted into the kitchen and leaned against the island, close to Jess and Mia, who had two guys cornered, Mia playing wingman so Jess could get some dick tonight. I nodded along with their back and forth, laughed when they laughed, and kept both ears on Alex and his huddle across the room.

His buddies kept pressing him for a name, shoving at his shoulder, demanding it. One of them, a tall dude with a patchy chin-strap beard, leaned in loud enough that it cut over the music.

"Bro, I only saw you with Michael."

"No, dummy," Alex said, laughing. "I haven't even seen Michael tonight."

He didn't know. Alex had no idea the fairy costume had me in it. He'd seen Jess wearing it earlier, nobody had told him about the swap, and so in his head he had just ground on some girl and gotten his dick sucked by her through a smile-shaped hole. The kitchen tilted and the edges of my vision darkened, and I groped for the stool at the island and sat down hard before my legs quit on me. I couldn't breathe through the mask anymore. The sewn-in fabric suddenly felt like a plastic bag over my face, and I hooked my fingers under the jaw of it and pulled. It wouldn't come off clean. The seams popped one after another and the whole mask tore away in my hands, taking half the fairy top with it, leaving my chest bare and heaving. Mia and Jess and the two guys they'd cornered all stopped talking and stared at me.

I was suddenly deaf, like my ears were suddenly packed with cotton. I couldn't hear anything over my own heartbeat. Across the room, the guy talking to Alex lifted his arm and pointed straight at me, smiling nervously. 

Alex turned. His grin was still on his face until he saw me, and I watched it die, his jaw loosening, his mouth falling open. My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my teeth. My vision shrank to a tunnel with his open mouth at the end of it, and my last thought before I passed out was, is this a panic attack?