Sun's Out Buns Out Chapter 2 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

The party is fully underway by the time I pull up to Colin’s house. Well, house is a bit of an understatement. It’s more like a mansion on steroids. It’s the type of house you would expect an A-list celebrity to live in, not two doctors, no matter how good they are at brain surgery. 

Of course Colin would throw a rager the weekend his parents flew to Europe for a week. The text had popped up on my notifications last night: Pool party at my house tomorrow, be there. I hadn’t been expecting it. After what happened at the beach last week, I thought Colin would do everything he could to stay away from me for the rest of the summer, but I’m pretty sure Lilly forced him to invite me. 

Music booms, the thump of the bass reverberating through the walls as I weave through the dozens of people here, mostly familiar faces from our high school, though there’s plenty I don’t recognize. Some smile and wave, while some openly stare in disbelief that I’m the same guy they ignored all four years of high school. 

When I get to the backyard, I find a scene that would make every gay guy’s wet dream come true—hot, shirtless college guys as far as the eye can see. They’re everywhere. In the pool, milling around on the marble pool deck, under a pergola off to the side, and around a large in-ground fire pit. 

Then there are the girls in skimpy bikinis hanging off the arm of pretty much every guy there. Except for Kyle. I zero in on him standing off to the side talking to Lilly, his abs rippling from laughing at something she just said. I finally reach them, and Kyle’s face lights up. “Robbie! So glad you could make it!” He gives me a bro hug, his chest damp from the pool. 

I smile and pull Lilly in for a hug after him. “I’m surprised Colin invited me…” 

Kyle rolls his eyes. “Oh, he didn’t really have much of a choice after Lilly and I got on him. Wait here, let me get you a beer.” He ducks away before I can even respond. 

Lilly shoots me a look that’s half smirk, half question. “So have you thought about what you’re going to make Colin do since he lost that bet?” 

“I… I’m not sure,” I tell her honestly. “I know what I want him to do, but I can’t imagine that he would agree to it.” 

Lilly’s gaze softens and puts her arm around my shoulders. “I might be able to help with that. I’m tired of the way he treats you. Someone needs to bring him down a peg or two…” 

The party rages on into the late afternoon, though by then, the partygoers have dwindled to about a dozen people. 

We’re all sitting in a large circle under the pergola, sipping beer and listening to music when Lilly stands. “Who wants to play a game? Spin the bottle, anyone?”

A couple of the guys chuckle, and one of them pipes up, “Nah, that’s boring high school shit.” 

Lilly winks in my direction. “Who says we’d only be kissing? How about the person who spins the bottle gets to decide what the person it lands on has to do. Nothing off limits.” 

I immediately see where Lilly is going with this and want to hug her. Colin won’t back down in front of his other friends. Hell, he probably wouldn’t back down when we’re alone either, but this is perfect—now I just need to get lucky. 

Colin scowls at me as he places an empty bottle on the table in the center and gestures for Lilly to start. He’s been avoiding me the entire time I’ve been here, walking away whenever I approached him or straight up ignoring me in group conversations. That ends now. 

Lilly spins and it lands right on Colin. I look at the bottle with disbelief and have to choke back a laugh at Colin wearing the same look on his face. Lilly hums thoughtfully. “Colin, I want you to take off your shorts.” 

Colin glares at her and shoves off his blue-green Bermuda swim shorts, leaving him in tight gray underwear. 

The game continues and people have each other do silly things like kiss someone on their butt cheek or flash the group, but when Colin gets a turn, it lands on me. He smirks triumphantly, and part of me wonders if this might not be such a great idea after all. “Robbie, I want you to take off all of your clothes and stay naked for the rest of the game.” 

I hear people snicker and someone mutters loud enough to hear, “Ugh. No one wants to see that twig naked.” I stand defiantly and start pulling off my clothes. First my t-shirt, then my shorts, and finally my underwear, leaving me naked in front of a group of people I never expected to see me nude. 

Standing in front of everyone, I spin slowly and take a bow before sitting back down, eliciting a round of applause and some wolf-whistles. People gawk at me, and surprisingly, both guys and girls look with interest in their eyes. 

When the guy next to Colin takes his turn spinning, the bottle lands on Colin and a blush colors his cheeks. The guy—who was one of the ones that gave me an interested look earlier—gives Colin a look that has him groaning and says, “I want you to get naked for the rest of the game as well.” 

Colin huffs and pulls down his underwear, his thick cock flopping out to more applause from people around the circle. I see more than one guy look between the two of us as they try and fail to discretely adjust themselves. 

We keep playing the game and, unsurprisingly, more clothes come off. Most people are in some state of undress by the time it’s my turn to spin. When I do, it lands on Kyle, who grins at me and shrugs. “Do your worst.” 

“Uh, okay. Kyle, I want you to kiss me.” 

Something flashes across Kyle’s face—disappointment, maybe—but he stands from his chair next to me and helps me up. He’s down to his underwear with a very obvious bulge that brushes against my rapidly hardening cock. One hand cups the back of my head, threading through my hair while the other pulls me flush against him. “Ready?”

I nod. His lips brush mine, soft and sweet at first, then mold to mine ferociously. His tongue swipes against the seam of my lips, and I open for him, tasting him and the hint of beer still on his mouth. I wrap my hand in his curls, somehow pulling us even closer as we kiss and kiss, my cock becoming rock hard between us until we break for air and I see a large wet spot on his underwear. 

We sit back down to murmurs and more guys adjusting themselves. Kyle’s lips are red and swollen, and he spins the bottle hard before glancing at me with a shy smile. The bottle finally stops spinning, and it lands on Colin once again. 

“Fuck!” Colin growls. He glares at Kyle, wordlessly begging him. 

Kyle just shrugs. “I want you to suck Robbie’s dick.”

Colin’s jaw drops open, and the murmurs from earlier turn into full-blown conversations with people talking excitedly about what’s about to happen. His shoulders slump, eyes pleading with me as he walks over, cock already half hard. 

Colin sinks to his knees in front of me and genuinely looks like he might cry, so right as he’s about to reach for my cock, I grab his wrist. “Nah. I don’t know where that mouth has been. It would be more of a risk than anything.” 

People laugh, and Colin shoots me a grateful smile. But as he rises, I pull him close and whisper in his ear. “Don’t think this is it. You still owe me from last week, and I plan on collecting. Just doesn’t have to be in front of everyone.” 

Colin nods, both fear and lust evident on his face.