The party was one of the best of the summer so far; everyone who was anyone was there, the music was bumping, and there was enough “hair of the dog” to satisfy the tastes of those who cared to partake. It started on a Friday evening and the last of us didn’t leave until sometime Saturday morning – yeah, it was like that and then some.
I was sitting on the sofa, drinking another cup of coffee and trying to remember everything that jumped off after I got to the party when this guy sat down next to me, a cup of mud in his hand, and looking like someone had stolen his lunch money. He looked over at me as if he hadn’t realized I was there and asked, “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I said, still trying to get the prior night’s activities sorted out.
“If, um, if you were nodding over in a corner, just being all mellow and shit, and you opened your eyes and saw some dude sucking on your dick, what would you do?” he asked.
“I dunno, I guess it would depend on how fucked up I was,” I replied after a moment.
“But would you be pissed off?” he asked.
“If I was fairly trashed, uh, honestly? I might not be,” I said. “What, did you wind up in that situation last night?”
“Um, yeah,” he said after looking around to see who might have been eavesdropping.
“Okay,” I said, trying to remember if I even saw this at all; honestly, so much sex broke out (as usual) that if I had seen it, chances were good I wasn’t paying much attention to it. “So, ah, I take it you’re trying to figure out why you didn’t punch the guy in the face?”
“That and I’m trying to figure out why I liked that shit,” he said after sipping from his cup.
“What’s not to like about having your dick sucked?” I asked with a shrug. “Shit, I must have had three dudes sucking my dick last night… that I can remember, anyway!”
“I know – I saw you,” he said as he frowned. “That’s why I decided to ask you the question.”
“Okay… so what’s the problem?” I asked. “Ain’t like you don’t know anything could happen at one of these parties.”
“But I ain’t like that,” he said, shaking his head. “I ain’t into no shit with dudes!”
“Hmm,” I said. “That might be true – I don’t have a reason not to believe you but, um, I’d have to say that if you let some dude suck you off and you didn’t try to kick his ass, um, you must have liked it.”
“I know! And that’s what I’m worried about!” he said.
“No point in worrying about something that’s all said and done,” I said, shrugging again. “I mean, if you were all smoked up, hey, I guess that helped you to just lie back and let it happen, ya know?”
“I wasn’t that fucked up,”he said. “I was kicked back in the corner, just feeling the music and shit, when I felt somebody pulling my dick out and by the time I could get my eyes open, man, they were sucking the shit out of me! Then, when I saw it was a dude, I was like, what the fuck? Why this motherfucker all on my shit like that!”
I just nodded because there just wasn’t anything I could say at that point.
“Shouldn’t I be bothered about it?” he asked.
“Is there any point in being bothered? I mean, I ain’t saying that you wanted home skillet to blow you but if you didn’t do anything to make him stop, well, I dunno, he must have done it really good for you to let him get you off,” I said. “I wouldn’t have been bothered by it, if that helps any.”
“You didn’t look like it bothered you,” he admitted.
“Nah – wasn’t my first rodeo,” I said.
“So I should just be cool about it, right?” he asked.
“It’ll save you from having a bigger headache than the one you probably have already,” I answered. “This ain’t the first time you’ve been at one of J’s parties so you know when the shit gets started, everyone’s pretty much fair game…”
“Yeah, I know, but, damn, this is the first time some dude sucked my dick!” he exclaimed. “Matter of fact, there he is – right over there!”
I looked in the direction he was pointing and, yep, I knew the guy; he was one of those people who’d get fucked up, have all of his inhibitions removed, and would go around sucking dick and eating pussy wherever he could… and not remember a thing about it after sobering up. But if you said something to him about it, not only would he deny that it ever happened, he’d be ready to fight, too.
“Oh, yeah, I know him – he’s sucked me off quite a few times at these parties,” I said. “He’s pretty damned good, too – better than some of these women that show up.”
“So, um, I shouldn’t be all freaked out, right?” he asked.
“Like I said, there’s no point in it,” I replied. “Shit, it was just a matter of time before some dude got your dick – you know how these parties can get. So you do what all these other motherfuckers who ain’t into dudes do – lie back and enjoy it and keep on keeping on…”
“So I guess that means I shouldn’t get freaked out because, um, I sucked his dick, too?” he asked.
“No shit?” I asked, genuinely surprised.
“Man, I don’t even know why I did that shit! All I know was he was sucking the shit out of me, his dick was kinda right there, and…” he said, his voice trailing off.
“Hey, it happens,” I said. “You just get caught up in the moment and if you’re high, well, yeah, it just happens.”
“Has it happened to you?” he asked.
“More times than I care to admit,” I said, “But the whole point of the party is to just go with the flow, ya know?”
“And you didn’t feel all fucked up about it?”
“Nah, not really – like I said, it ain’t my first rodeo,” I said, allowing myself to smile. “And, no – I ain’t gay, if you were wondering. Just the same, if it happens, it just happens.”
“Damn,” he said, still looking like he lost his best friend.
“Look, man, if it really freaks you out, you don’t have to come to the parties,” I said. “But I know that J wouldn’t have invited you if she thought you couldn’t deal with whatever happened.”
“Yeah, really – have you ever noticed that a fight has never jumped off when the shit gets hot and heavy?” I asked.
“Now that you mention it, nah, I never seen no shit jump off,” he said.
“That’s because J doesn’t invite just any one to her parties – that and she’d probably shoot anyone who started a fight,” I said. “If she didn’t think you’d be down for whatever happened, you wouldn’t be here.”
“How you know this shit?” he asked.
“She told me the first time I got invited,” I said. “And she was right – I don’t have a problem with it; never did, to be honest.”
“Wow… so, uh, you gonna be at the next party?” he asked.
“Probably,” I said. “I haven’t missed a party yet – why you asking?”
“I just wanted to know because, uh, um, well, if the shit gets started, maybe me and you could…” he said, working hard to get the words out of his mouth.
“Ah, okay,” I said. “We don’t have to wait for the next party – I’m sure we can find someplace a little more private if you wanted to.”
He wasn’t bad for someone sucking dick for only the second time…