The party was smashing, there was loud music an a lot of alcohol an plenty of very pretty women, plenty of people, for that matter. Why wasnt i enjoying it then? Yes, i waz already so so drunk, but it waz half-way through the night and i was bearly having fun. I had done my best 2 look my best, taken hours in my aunts bathroom, and i waz the most attractive male there. Everything that night lead 2 a brilliantly fun evening, but i didnt feel it.

I gave it another half an hour, but then i gave up, and i left, climbed into my chevvy and drove the short distance back 2 my aunts house. When i got there i let myself in as quietly as posible, and went to the garage, which had a comfortable tv area specifically 4 us teenagers. I went in and found my cousin sitting on the large couch alone, a cig in 1 hand and a glass of brandy in then other. I could see that he waz pissed. When he turned 2 look at me, his face lit up in a gorgeous smile that accentuated his strong square jawline and pulled his small, thick red lips 2 show small, perfect teeth.

"Hey, what you doing drinking by yourself?" i asked.
"The guys just left, but i wasnt done," he replied in a light tenor voice. "Come sit here by me G."
(My name is Garret, by the way, but all my closest call me G.)

I surveyed the 18yr old, my cousin, Jean-luc, before i went 2 sit by him. He waz as attractive as i waz, light where i waz dark, with baby blues, and blonde hair and pale, baby soft skin that covered a body without hair and that waz very well-muscled, very well.

I placed myself next to him an took off my shirt so that i wore only jeans like him. My body waznt as toned as his, i didnt have a sixpack on my flat stomach, but my massive pecs made up 4 that, and my powerfully muscled arms and legs. I waz naturally very hairy, but took every possible step 2 make sure that i waz smooth and hairless at all times.

I sat close 2 him. I waz just as drunk as he waz, and when we got drunk we always got very touchy with each other. All bariers faded when we were drunk. He turned 2 rest on the couchs arm with his back so that i could lean back on him inbetween his legs, and he imediately had his hands on me, running then over my body slowly, playing with my tiny nipples or stroking my tanned skin. I didnt find this strange because this is how it always waz when we were alone and drunk.

"how waz your night?" he asked, handing me his drink 2 down. His mouth waz very close 2 my left ear.
"The party waz pumping, but i waznt feeling it hey," i replied. He poured us both another drink, mine considerably stronger. When ever things were like this, i always had the feeling that he tried 2 get me very drunk. I lay on him like this for quite a while as we talked and had a lot more drinks until i waz at the point where i didnt knw what i waz doing.

We had lapsed into a temporary silence now, we were both extremely drunk. I felt him breathing on my ear, and then he began 2 nibble on it, sending tickling sensations down my back an into my dick. Far from being wierded out, as i wouldv been if i waz sober, i tilted my head sideways so that he could kiss my neck. His hands were moving over my body again, moving inexorably lower.
Things like this always happened when we were drunk. I think thats what he wanted.

"Can i touch your penus?" he asked in my ear, and my answer waz, as always, yes. He slid his hand into my pants an began exploring my semi-hard dick, touching it in a way that made it hard so that he could stroke it. I undid my jean button and zip 2 make it easier for him. It carried on 4 a while and i became extremely horny, then he pulled out 2 poor some more drinks an light a cigarette. I sat up straight, touching his bum through his jeans. When he sat back down, i asked him 2 give me a drag of his cig. He took a drag, but instead of passing it 2 me, he leant forward and locked his lips onto mine, blowing the smoke slowly into my mouth, then pulling away as i in- and exhaled. We had never gone near kissing before, and this waz the closest yet, and i liked it.

He adjusted 2 sit with his thighs on my lap, and we delve into a nonsensical conversation, him ocasionaly kissing my neck or nipples. I then asked, "Have you ever wanted 2 try kissing a guy?" my words were slow and slurred. Without talking we leant into each and slowly, we kissed each other for the first time, our tongues exploring each others mouths. This pushed us both beyond the edge. Both with raging bonerr we decided 2 move 2 his small room inside the house.

Once there, he lay on his back on the double bed, his legs spread and bent up so that his feet were flat on the bed. I lay down on top of him between his legs, placing my covered boner onto his an pressing my body against his pale, perfectly toned body. We began kissing again as we slowly dry humped. Getting hornier by the second.

After a few minutes i climbed off him and lay beside him, pulling out my 9 inch uncut dick an wanking slowly. He had his hands on it in seconds and he took over. He knew exactly how 2 do it by now, because we always got 2 this point, except without the kissing.

He took it yet another step further, asking, "Can i suck it?"
I said yes, but i leant in an we kissed a little more before he began kissing his way down my body, reaching my dick, which waz still in his hand.

He didnt dive onto it. He began by testing my dick by sucking for short periods on my head. He took time 2 lick my clean shaven. . .

To be continued...