Dick or Treat 03: Another Party (Patreon)

OnlyLit Link ;)

Everyone is 18+ and fully consenting.

Hi all! This is a collaboration with my good friend, Gh0st. We are writing alternating chapters of a spooky halloween tale 👻 See if you can guess who wrote which chapter! (You'll know right away). Here's a discount code for his Patreon. Cheers!

Chapter 3: Another Party

I came to on the kitchen floor, cold tile under my bare shoulders. I loosely sensed that a guy was gently cradling my head in his hand as he crouched over me, waking me up.

“Alex?” I said, my brain and my eyes still catching up. But as my vision cleared, I saw that it wasn't Alex. It was one of the guys Jess had been cornering by the island, a broad-shouldered dude who smelled like he was sucking on an altoid.

“He's awake,” he whispered over his shoulder before looking back down at me. “You okay, dude?”

“Yeah,” I said, and as I said it the whole night caught up with me at once. 

The grinding. Alex's hard dick in my face. The smell of it. The sensation in my throat. The guys pointing at me as Alex realized what had happened. The feeling of shame in my gut.

The dude helped me sit up against the island. I scanned the kitchen and Alex was nowhere. His buddies were gone too, the whole huddle had cleared out.

Jess knelt next to me, still wearing my ninja costume. Mia stood behind her holding her pink mask in one hand. She had taken hers off the proper way, unzipped from the back, and I stared at that zipper.

I looked down at myself, at my bare chest, the fairy top hanging off me in two ruined pieces. “I didn't know it could come off like that.”

Nobody laughed.

“Where'd Alex go?”

It got quiet. Jess and Mia traded a look over my head.

“He left,” Jess said.

“He's gonna ghost me.”

“He's not gonna ghost you.”

Somebody put a cup of water in my hand and I drank the whole thing without stopping. And then I told them what happened in that bedroom, as much of it as I could say out loud with the altoid guy still standing there.

Mia looked at me nervously. “Yeah... we heard.”

Of course they had heard. Alex had bragged about getting head to half the party before he realized it was me who had done it.

I wanted to go. They asked me to stay. I insisted it was ok, pulled myself up off the tile, legs shaky. Jess gave me a hug and kissed my cheek, and I left.

····[]····

I walked home alone with the ruined fairy top balled up under my arm, wings and all, bare-chested in October. Halfway home I stopped under a streetlight and texted him. I had to make up an excuse.

Me: Holy fuck Alex, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm pretty drunk and I just thought that you wanted to hook up with me tonight.

I regretted it before the little delivered indication even showed up. I wasn't drunk. I hadn't had a sip all night, I never do, alcohol tastes like cleaning product to me and Alex knows that better than anyone. But drunk made a better story than the truth, which was that I had known exactly whose dick was in my mouth and had loved every second of it. I just didn't know that he thought I was Jess. The horny fuck didn't even check to make sure who it was giving him a blowjob. It was his fault. 

No. It was mine. For being stupid enough to think he had just randomly found a hitherto latent drive toward hooking up with dudes.

At my house I let myself in quietly, my parents' bedroom light already off, and stood at the counter eating cold leftover pasta out of the container from the fridge. I took a tylenol for the lump on the back of my head, brushed the taste of the night out of my mouth, and got in bed.

Just as I was letting a wave of depressed anxiety pull me into some semblance of sleep, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A snap from Alex. I opened as my heart started to slam, braced for a wall of text telling me to never speak to him again.

But it wasn't that. My eyes widened as I registered that it was a picture of his bare torso, shot from above, his abs and chest striped with his own cum, his softening dick still in his fist at the bottom of the frame. Technically it was the second load of the night that he had shared with me, in some way. I felt a strange jubilation overtake me.

I stared until the timer ran out and the screen said the message was deleted. He had run home, freaked out, and ultimately jerked off, and SHARED it with me. That picture was him saying what he couldn't say in words yet, that whatever happened in that bedroom, he was having positive feelings about it. 

I didn't screenshot it. I didn't reply. I lay there in the dark grinning like an idiot until I drifted off, feeling like the luckiest boy in the world. And I slept better than I had in months.

····[]····

The next day I was at the grocery store with my mom, pushing the cart while she compared pasta sauces, just being a good son and getting out of the house, the glamorous life of a guy who still lives in his parents' house. I was reaching for the good salsa, about to sneak it into the cart like I had been doing since childhood, when I spotted Alex at the end of the aisle.

I turned back to the shelf and read a jar label closely. Out of the corner of my eye I watched him see me and angle his cart in the other direction. We were playing hide and seek like we were kids who didn't know how to talk to someone. I guess we all regress when things get complicated.

“Hey.”

He had snuck up behind me, and I recognized the voice instantly. When I turned around he looked freshly showered, hair still damp, jaw shaved smooth where the stubble had scraped my neck from behind last night.

“Hey,” I said back, half a second too slow.

My mom wheeled around the endcap and lit up. She had known Alex since he was a little kid doing cannonballs into his own pool. He gave her a one-armed hug and asked how she'd been, polite as ever, like his dick had never been down her son's throat. She patted his arm and told him he looked handsome, which weirdly made me cringe a little on the inside.

“Come to my place later,” he said to me. “I'm having a little thing before the party.”

“You all have another party?” my mom said.

“There are lots of halloween parties this year,” I said to her, looking at Alex.

“Sure, I'll, yeah. I'll come by,” I said, tripping over my own words, which I had never once done with Alex in my life. “We can get ready together.”

“Cool,” he said, and walked off toward the registers.

I texted him that afternoon.

Me: What time?

Alex: Anytime

····[]····

I showed up at his place and texted him from outside instead of walking straight up, which I normally never did.

Me: I'm here

Alex: Come up

He opened the door in gray sweatpants and a t-shirt, and behind him the apartment was empty. No pregame, no buddies, no music, just the whole place smelling like his body spray. The "little thing" before the party was nobody but us, and I didn't ask about that, because this was better. This was us time. We could talk about what happened. 

We could... do it again, maybe.

I sat on the edge of his bed. He shoved a pile of laundry off his desk chair and sat down facing me, a few feet away, forearms on his knees. We small-talked about nothing for a minute, both of us waiting for the other one to start.

Alex quit the small talk mid-sentence and rubbed his palms down his thighs. Here it comes, I thought. He smiled first. "I'm okay with it."

“Yeah,” I said. “I thought you knew it was me the whole time. I thought it was a joke at first. And then... I thought you just wanted me.”

“Yeah," he said, a little too casually, "Honest mistake.”

“I passed out last night when I realized you didn't know.”

“Yeah. Sorry I left like that. I kind of freaked out.”

He looked at the carpet and I watched his ears turn red.

“So,” he said. “You're really... gay or whatever?”

“Apparently I am.”

His dick jumped against the gray sweatpants, and he swung one knee over the other to cover it, which was funny, since my mouth had already been on it and I didn't see the point in hiding it.

“So...” he said, still talking to the carpet. “You like giving blowjobs?”

I nodded. “I really do.”

He uncrossed his legs slowly and set both feet flat on the floor, and this time he didn't hide the growing bulge. His thickening member lay bulky and obvious along his thigh. 

“So... do you wanna...?” He nodded down at it, barely.

And I wanted to. That's the embarrassing part. My mouth watered on command, like it was an instinct.

“I mean,” I said, “I'm not like, just... a mouth for you.”

“You could be.” He said it fast, eyes coming up off the carpet straight onto mine.

I had an unexpected pang in my stomach. I had perved on Alex for years, every pool day, every locker room, every new haircut, and in my dirtiest fantasies I was never his boyfriend. I was his on-call mouth, the guy he could text at midnight, the service whore who existed for him and asked for nothing. And now he was sitting a few feet away offering me the actual job, looking at me with the exact face I'd watched him aim at girls my whole life, heavy-lidded, sure of himself. 

And for the first time ever that face was pointed at me. But it felt like a weird mix of amazing... and nothing, both at once. Something was missing. He wanted my mouth, but suddenly I needed more than that. I wanted him to want me, and I had no idea how to say that without sounding like a girl in a movie.

“I mean... that is hot, but...”

“But what?”

“I just... I don't...”

He got up out of the chair and sat down next to me on the bed, and his hand settled on my hip, big and warm, thumb pressing on the bone. “What do you need from me?”

I sighed, mostly at myself. “More than that.”

His hand stayed on my hip another second, and I almost caved.

“What're we doing for costumes tonight?” I said.

He exhaled hard, dragged his palm down his face, and stood up. He dug a garment bag out of his closet and unzipped it on the bed next to me. Inside was a couples costume, a devil and an angel, and the angel half was tiny, a short white dress with feathered wings and a little white mask that tied in the back.

“We could do this. My ex left it here before we broke up. I just found it again.”

I smiled. "You wanna do a couples costume with me?"

"Of course, man. You're my ride or die. Blowjobs or not."

····[]····

We showed up together, him in red horns with no shirt and me in his ex-girlfriend's angel dress, and nobody even pretended not to stare. A few of the people there were at the party the night before, but this house had a pool out back and everything was louder, drunker, and more naked.

People snickered. I caught my name and Alex's name in the same sentences more than once, heard “blowjob” hissed behind a red cup. I let them look and I let them talk. Jess and Mia weren't there tonight, no blue fairy, no pink one, and I missed having somebody in my corner.

Somebody yelled that the water was warm and nobody had brought suits, so clothes started coming off right there on the deck, guys hopping on one foot to drag jeans off their legs, girls stepping out of their skirts, and within a couple minutes half the party stood around in their underwear.

I stayed where I was, tugging the hem of the dress down. My social circle had gotten much more comfortable with debauchery and bare skin that year, but I was still hesitant to be too vulnerable in front of a yard full of people who had been whispering about my mouth since I walked in.

Alex didn't even stop talking. He toed off his shoes, dropped his pants quickly, and stepped out of them in his tight boxer briefs, showing off his muscular butt and that impressive package, the horns still on his head, laughing at something a girl next to him said.

And after a couple minutes of watching everyone else have more fun than me, I pulled the dress over my head, wings and all, and stood on the deck in my briefs with glitter stuck to my chest. I put the head piece of the angel costume back on, the golden halo, and two bro-ey guys behind me whistled at my ass. I just smiled and gave my left butt cheek a smack to make them hoot for a second. 

I walked to the jacuzzi, and a guy I'd never met said “goddamn” without even sounding mean.

I sank into the hot water as I watched Alex cannonball into the pool, and within minutes he was flirting with some girl in the shallow end, splashing her, grabbing her ankle underwater, making her shriek. Nothing I hadn't watched him do since high school.

But that feeling I hated started up low in my stomach. I knew it was never gonna be a love story with Alex. I had known it in his room with his hand on my hip, and a nice moment of mistaken identity was all it was ever going to be. My eyes watered a little anyway, right there in the hot tub, next to old friends, thankfully obscured by the moisture in the steamy air.

I turned away from the pool, and tried my best to socialize with others in the jacuzzi with me. A guy I had never met drifted over, compact and dark-haired with a gold cross resting on his chest, and it took me a second to realize he was flirting with me. He looked me up and down as he complimented my "workout routine", and he did it so smoothly it took me a minute to believe it was happening. 

Last night I'd had zero mileage on my odometer. Tonight I was backed by having given a successful blowjob, with the proof of my achievement having been injected into my throat via a climaxing cock. So I flirted right back. He held my waist underwater and I put my palm flat on his chest, and people around us saw it.

Alex saw it too. He caught sight of us mid-laugh in the shallow end, and his face didn't change, and he turned back to the girl. I watched the whole exchange happen, under a little golden halo.

The gold cross guy leaned in. “You wanna find somewhere quieter?”

I pondered it for a second. I wasn't a mouth virgin anymore. I could suck this guy dry, just for the practice, and not regret anything.

“I'm good,” I said. “But thank you. Genuinely.”

He pulled a face, said something about me breaking his heart, and drifted off toward the diving board.

Two girls I half knew drifted into the hot tub a minute later, and we chatted hard, my social energy finally peaking. The three of us ranked the guys at the party while the jets rumbled on our backs. One of them was building a case for a guy dressed as a lifeguard, a tight red speedo and a good body. The other one kept coming back to the word “forearms.” I told them about the gold cross guy and got a gasp and a high five in response.

And then Alex was on the deck above us, dripping from the pool, his soaked boxer briefs clinging to him, the same dick I'd had down my throat last night printing thick and heavy against the wet fabric, his chest and shoulders built from all those seasons I'd watched from the bleachers, the faintest farmer's tan still visible on his arms. He was looking straight down at me. He stepped into the hot water without a word.

The girls perked up and started working on him immediately, and he answered them in one-word sentences while looking at me, until even they got the picture. They climbed out whispering to each other and left us alone in the tub.

“Saw you flirting with that girl,” I said.

He scooted along the bench until his knee pressed into mine under the water. “I can't help it.”

“Did you hook up with her?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged, and his knee stayed right where it was.

“Because I kept thinking about you.”