— Do Me A Favor – by Johnny Murdoc – Part 6 —
Dan stood up abruptly, stretching his arms into the air. His shirt lifted up higher and I could see a happy trail of hair leading down from his belly button into his shorts. He groaned as he stretched, the sound tapering off into an “Oh, god. I have to piss.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and I realized how badly I needed to piss, as well. I stood up and rounded up the empty beer bottles that had multiplied across the living room. I dropped the lot of them into the recycling bin in the kitchen and as I was stepping back out, Dan was coming out of the bathroom. He nodded at me. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I said. I slipped past him.
As I stood in front of the toilet with my dick hanging out from my fly, I realized that my hand was shaking: I was nervous. Sure, I had fantasized about Dan before and what it would be like to have sex with him. Shit, I had done the same with nearly everyone on Kyle’s team. With every hot guy on campus, actually. Here it was, though, the opportunity. Kyle telling me I could, telling me he wanted me to. I looked down at my dick and willed it to get on with it.
In the living room, Kyle and Dan were sitting again, talking. Dan was sitting straight up, Kyle leaning toward him with his elbows on his knees and a bottle of beer dangling in his hand between his legs. I sat down next to Kyle.
Dan smiled at me and let a hand fall on the arm of the love seat. “Look,” he said. “I just wanted to thank you for having me over. It was good to kick back and relax.” He leaned forward, as if to stand up.
“Wait a sec,” Kyle said. “You’re not heading out, are you?”
“Well…” Dan said.
“It’s still early and we have a ton of beer. I figured we could stay up, hang out, get drunk. You could even crash here, if you’d like.”
“Aw, man, I don’t want to impose.”
“No,” I said. “It’s cool. We’d love to have you stay.”
“Okay. Cool. Sure.”
Kyle stood up. “Here, I’ll get you a beer,” he said. Dan nodded at him and smiled.
“You’ve got yourself a good guy, there,” Dan said. “He’s a good friend.”
“I know,” I said. “He’s a lot of good things.”
“Yeah? I guess I can see that.”
“What are you guys talking about?” Kyle asked, stepping back into the room.
“What a dick you are,” I said.