Tom took a long sip from his glass of whisky while he listened to his friend Mark explain the details of a new Dungeons and Dragons character they were running in a weekend campaign. As usual their Halloween party had gone from games and shots to small clumps of people nursing drinks and discussing whatever was on their mind, from the mundane to the philosophical. The conversations were helped along by copious amounts of alcohol and a few blunts strategically making their rounds through the party.

Tom had initially been dressed as a classical fantasy wizard, though calling it a costume may have been a stretch. It was an outfit he had put together for the Renn Faire, including a staff he had carved himself then topped with a clever bit of engineering for a glowing orb. Now the staff sat propped in the corner, the robes were tossed haphazardly in a pile in the bedroom, and Tom was wearing a zip-up panda adult onesie. It had long ago become a tradition as the party wound down for people to change out of costumes and into silly pajamas as the mood shifted from party to chill hangout.

He looked around for his wife and found her discussing her latest craft project with a few other people. Tina had initially dressed as a witch, though it wasn’t far outside her normal outfits in the fall. The tall boots accented with lavender laces were stunning, but impractical and had quickly been discarded. Now that costumes had been discarded entirely, she was in a bright teal platypus onesie that she, of course, had added a brown fedora to.

A few minutes later Tom was sharing his ideas for his next character’s backstory, laying out some fun interactions with the class he was using. Distracted by giving the details, he didn’t notice someone creeping up behind him until arms wrapped around his waist and a chin came to rest on his shoulder. Too big to be his wife’s arms, he nonetheless knew who was practically hanging off him.

“Hi John. Anyway, if you take three levels of twilight cleric…” He launched back into the conversation.

Pouting, John tilted his head slightly and whispered softly in Tom’s ear. “You’re no fun, you don’t even react anymore.”

Tom and Tina had met John years ago at a convention and became fast friends, pulling him into their fairly small circle. It didn’t take long for Tom to learn what he was like after a few drinks. John was gay, and when he was drunk he loved to try and get a reaction out of whoever he could. The first few times John had grabbed his waist, Tom had jumped from surprise and pulled away, leaving John in stitches. Now it had become a game, John would try to catch him off guard, and Tom would try to spoil his fun.

Tonight though, Tom had an idea to get his revenge. John’s head still perched on his shoulder, Tom kept talking, making sure John was thoroughly bored and zoned out before he made his move. Without warning he swung his head around and gave John a full lipped kiss on the cheek before turning back to the conversation like nothing had happened.

John shrieked in surprise and nearly fell over with how fast he pulled his head back. Tom lost his composure, erupting into laughter. “You’re right, it is more fun when they react!” Tom kept on with the conversation as John muttered something and stumbled away, his face clearly showing he was still in a state of shock.

The party wound down slowly as people filtered out until it was just Tom, Tina, and John sunk into the couch, chatting as the credits rolled on some forgettable cheesy comedy. As usual, John had claimed their guest room to avoid a long, late drive home.

“I can’t believe you kissed John.” Tina was laughing. “I wish I could’ve seen his face.”

“It was just my cheek, calm down.” John defended himself, his grin turning cocky as he looked at Tom. “But be careful Tommy boy, next time you try that I’m going to take your first kiss with a guy.”

Tom just laughed “You can try, but I don’t think you’re that fast when you’re drunk. Besides, wouldn’t be my first guy anyway.”

Tom could swear he could hear the sitcom record scratch as John and Tina stared at him, mouths agape. The room was completely silent for a second before they both squealed in unison “WHAT?!”

Tom looked at them blankly, “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what?’” Tina started, “What do you mean not your first guy? Who have you kissed? When was this? Did I know them? Did you do more? How didn’t I know this?”

“I don’t know why you’re this surprised, you know my philosophy on sex - ‘If it feels good do it.’ Easier than labels.”

“But… But… I still thought… you never…” Tina stammered.

John dramatically fanned her with a pillow. “Stay with me girl, we’ll get through this. You.” He pointed at Tom, “Talk. Whole story, right now.”

Tom shrugged, “Ok. You’re both overreacting, but it was back in college. We had a board game and rpg group, kind of like we have now, and like our current group we were fairly open when it came to discussions about our lives. The big difference was, we were all horny college kids, so the topic was very often sex. We all knew quite a bit about each other, but it never got weird. None of us understood why people treated sex like some secret taboo topic. We found it hilarious.

“Well, one night we were looking for something to wind down after a particularly hefty board game and Steph brought out an ‘Adult’ game. She had bought it expecting it to be a bit of corny fun to laugh at, but she swore the rules actually seemed good. Drinks in hand, the four of us agreed to give it a shot, it should be good for a few laughs at least. It turned out it was a decent game underneath the gimmicks, and we got invested pretty quickly. It started with drinking and stripping, then moved on to teasing touches and kissing, this is where I ended up kissing Shaun the first time. We were even treated to the show of Steph fingering Mary as she sucked her neck.

“It was around the time the game was cranking up the seriousness of the tasks that we hit the end game. I looked at what could be my last challenge and read it to the group. ‘Roll the dice, give that player oral for one minute. Four points.’ It was enough for me to win, and you know how competitive I can get. A roll of the dice later and I found myself on my knees in between Shaun’s legs, his dick in my mouth and his hand on my head. The timer went off and I pulled off him, surprised that I was rock hard as I sat back down where I had been. A bit of drunk boasting about my victory followed, and then we all split off to various couches and beds in the apartment to crash.”

Tom stopped to take a drink, and Tina and John opened their mouths to ask questions. Before they could start, Tom held up a hand. “There’s more to the night.” He chuckled as they stared at him in anticipation. “By right of victory, I claimed the guest room bed. A few minutes after I had climbed into bed, the door creaked open and Shaun snuck in, closing the door behind him. He climbed into bed next to me and whispered in my ear. ‘You seemed to enjoy that last turn. Do you want to finish what you started?’ I couldn’t find my voice to answer, instead I slid down his body and picked up where I left off the game, his dick already hard. I didn’t have any experience, but he didn’t complain and it wasn’t long before he wrapped his fingers in my hair, grabbing me as he came in my mouth.

“His hands pulled me back up, but before I could say anything he ducked under the sheet himself. Just like earlier I was hard just from blowing him, and it wasn’t long after he wrapped his lips around me that I came myself. Shaun popped out from under the sheet, gave me a quick kiss, then snuck back out of the room, and that was that.”

Tom finished his story and waited for the barrage of questions, instead he saw Tina lean in and whisper something in John’s ear. He grinned and nodded. Tina looked back to Tom and finished her drink in one big gulp. He recognized the desire burning in her eyes as she spoke.

“I want to watch.” Tom opened his mouth to question what, but she stopped him. “You didn’t let me watch last time, now I want to see you suck a dick, John’s specifically. I think you still owe me one request from our bet the other day don’t you?” She asked, her grin looking particularly devilish in the low light of the room.

Tom laughed and held up his hands in acquiescence. “Ok, if you’re sure that’s what you want to use it for. You’re ok with this?” he asked, shifting his gaze to John.

John smiled, “A no strings attached blowjob from a cute straight boy? Twist my arm why don’t you.”

Tom threw back the rest of his whiskey and stood, extending a hand to each of them. “Alright then, shall we go someplace more comfortable?”

Arm in arm the three of them headed to the master bedroom, stumbling and giggling with drunk nervous energy. As soon as they got in the room Tina made a show of sliding out of her pajamas and plopping into a plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. They had long joked about it being the ‘Voyeur Chair’ but now it was actually going to earn that title. Tom and John followed her example, stripping as they headed towards the bed. John flopped in the middle, grabbing one of the many pillows to prop himself up. He locked eyes with John and gave him a ‘come here’ motion with his finger.

Tom gave one last glance at Tina, her face flushed as she stared, and crawled across the bed towards John. His hands traced up John’s muscled legs as he approached, pushing them apart gently so he could bring his face to John’s waiting cock. It was already hard, standing thick in the cool air. Tom took a deep breath and wrapped his lips around the head. There was a chorus of gasps from John and Tina.

He spent a few moments with just the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip as he breathed in the musty scent of his friend. His hand instinctively wrapped around the base of the shaft as he started moving his lips down slowly. Any trepidation he felt at the beginning faded away as he started moving. His hand pumped in concert with his mouth as he worked up and down.

John’s breathing quickened, his hands coming to rest on Tom’s head. The feeling of John wrapping his fingers in his hair sent a shiver down Tom’s spine and he moaned softly around the dick in his mouth. His own dick was rock hard, hanging in the air as he knelt on knees and elbows between his friend’s legs.

He heard Tina’s moans as she was playing with herself while watching. He had forgotten she was there, absorbed in the breaths and moans coming from John. He may not have had more experience with men since college, but he had more experience with sex and more confidence. He slid his mouth up and down, tongue working with enthusiasm as he thought about what he enjoyed receiving. He was surprised when John’s grip tightened and took over, but it felt right and set off warmth in the same way that his grip had initially.

Tom gagged at first as John thrust into his mouth, pulling him down onto his cock, but he quickly got the hang of relaxing his throat. No doubt helped by the alcohol, Tom gave up control completely, letting John fuck his face with abandon. He stole breaths through his nose as he could while John slammed in and out his throat with quick frantic thrusts. It wasn’t long before John pulled his face down and held it there, his cock throbbing as it shot pulses of hot cum down Tom’s throat.

Just as Tom started to worry about his lack of oxygen, the grip on his head relaxed and he pulled off John’s dick with a pop. As he sat up he was taken by surprise as John grabbed his head again and kissed him deeply and hungrily. He melted into the kiss for a few seconds before John broke it and locked eyes.

“Fuck me. I need it. Please.” John’s voice was breathy, and it sent desire flaring in Tom. He grabbed John’s arm and spun him around on the bed, earning a soft gasp as his grip tightened around John’s wrist. He grabbed John’s other wrist and brought them together behind his back, holding them tightly with one hand as the other grabbed lube from the bedside table.

John shivered as the cold lube was drizzled onto his ass and he felt the thick head of Tom’s cock press lightly against his puckered hole. Tom pushed gently, his cock head just barely inside the tight hole. John whined needily “Fuck, don’t make me beg.”

One hand keeping John’s arms trapped, the other found its way to his hips and his fingers dug in as he buried his cock in John’s ass in one hard stroke. John moaned and pushed back until he felt Tom’s hips against his own.

“Yes! Fuck me like you mean it.” John cried out, squirming and grinding back against Tom’s hips needily.

Tom delivered, slamming into John’s tight ass with fast powerful strokes. The sound of Tom’s crotch smacking against John’s ass joined John’s moans and Tom’s grunts as Tom fucked him with a relentless pace. It didn’t take long for Tom’s orgasm to build, then come crashing down. He let go of John’s arms and both hands pulled his hips back, burying his cock as deeply as he could as it twitched and unloaded in John’s ass. Tom pulled out and the two of them collapsed on the bed. Tom saw Tina slumped in the chair, a dark patch on the cushion the proof of her excitement while watching. They all stayed like that for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow until John broke the spell by heading to the bathroom to clean up.

A short time later, Tom and Tina lay in bed cuddling. They had offered space in the king sized bed to John, but he had retreated to the guest room, saying he wasn’t interested in the “mushy romantic stuff” that was about to happen. Tom wrapped his fingers in Tina’s. “So, happy with the outcome of your request?” He asked.

She kissed him on the cheek, “That was so unbelievably sexy, I couldn’t be happier.” She answered before leaning in to whisper the rest. “But next time, he’s fucking that cute ass of yours.”