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2. STAG NIGHT
It doesn't take long before I find myself alone on the couch, facing five guys from behind, ready to show me their asses.
The evening is already well underway; the guys are all drunk. Me too, and I'm mostly determined to enjoy the situation. Don't tell me it's not done, they know exactly what they're doing. Especially Max, after all, it was his idea...
A few meters away from me, they line up behind the coffee table in the living room. They joke and laugh loudly, swapping guesses about who will be the winner, each convinced they have the best ass in the group.
It's sweltering in the living room, despite the open windows. The soft light illuminates the center of the room and bounces off the glass wall. Outside, everything is black and seems calm, in total contrast with the chaos inside.
Glass in hand, alcohol already rising to my brain, my thoughts drift.
Is this a good idea? Are things already going too far?
I lose track of events for a brief moment, then pull myself together.
There's no point overthinking it; if they're doing this, they don't care and aren't taking it seriously. I need to stop questioning too much, try to be like them.
I gather myself and see Callum watching me from the corner of his eye, looking concerned. I smile at him, and he turns his attention away.
The guys finally stop their teasing, and we get down to business.
Max in the center, Jake and Luke to his left, Callum and Alexander to his right, they're ready, determined to flaunt their charms and show off all their assets to win.
"Alright, I think we can go," Jake starts.
"Wait. Do we go all at once or one at a time?" Callum asks.
Seeing the others shrug, he continues.
"One at a time, I think it'll be better. It gives Ben more time to judge. And enjoy the view too, you naughty boy... I'll start."
Without waiting, he lifts the bottom of his t-shirt to reveal the small of his back, hairless, hinting at the curve of his round ass. He pulls his pants down to his ankles, then his underwear. The waistband slides to the base of his back and stretches at the start of his ass. His smooth, muscular ass slowly appears, and I can't help biting my lip to try to contain my excitement.
Until now, I thought this was just a dream, but things feel increasingly real. I feel my cock starting to harden between my legs. A bulge appears through my black shorts.
The others are three-quarters turned toward me, watching my reaction. I pull my knees to my chest to hide my erection.
"So, what do you think, Ben? Never seen an ass like this, huh? Come on, tell me it doesn't turn you on..."
He strokes his ass with his hand as he speaks, clearly intent on pushing me to my limits.
As if that isn't enough, he leans forward and slides his hands from his muscular thighs to his ass. He pauses to grab it firmly, then reveals his hole, hairless and pink like the rest.
"And now, you get a better look, right? Is that enough for you to get a clear idea of what I've got to offer?"
I freeze for a moment. Did he just say to offer me? Or just to offer, not specifically to me? I almost forget this dream view, which shouldn't even turn me on, but Max is my mate and, above all, he's getting married next week.
Fuck, why do I always have to complicate everything, ruin everything?
I don't have time to dwell on it before Alexander protests.
"Wait, Max, that's cheating. We said just the asses, don't you think you're doing a bit too much? It's not fair to us!"
"What do you mean not fair? Just do like me, show everything, if you think you need that to win..."
Max gives him a cheeky smile and follows with one last provocation.
"Go on, it's your turn now. Let's see if you dare challenge the groom's orders..."
Internally, I'm glad I only have a very discreet role in this joyful mess; it keeps me from getting too involved and quiets the moral debate that occupied my mind a bit earlier. Whatever's happening, it's going to happen whether I like it or not. So I might as well let go and try to enjoy it. For now, I can just stay quiet and enjoy the view. And what a view!
Despite a mock-offended look and a few complaints, Alexander complies easily, determined to do his best to convince me too.
When I finally look away from Max's ass, I land on his. This time, the hair is there, gleaming almost golden in the light.
Next to Alexander, Callum seems glued to my eyes. His intense gaze makes me doubt the situation I've put myself in, my own behavior. I bite my lip again. Alexander's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
"See, Max, how speechless Ben is now? I told you, you couldn't compete with me..."
Max rolls his eyes, failing to hide his amused expression. Alexander plays with his ass with his fingertips, making it bounce to show it off. I have to admit, his charm works, and not a little! The ceiling light creates a shadow play over his body, highlighting every muscle—impossible to remain indifferent.
It's scorching in the living room; the dim light and smell of alcohol fill my nostrils. I don't know if I'm in hell or heaven. For now, my thoughts have gone quiet. Good, all that's left is to enjoy...
I pour myself another drink, Max does the same, Luke follows. Given how wasted we are, why not...
After this little pause to get even drunker, it's Luke's turn. Without overdoing it, he simply shows his muscular, brown-haired ass and massages it with a firm hand.
Then Jake drops his underwear completely, tossing it at my face. My eyes widen in surprise, but I can't help smiling. Jake has always been playful, so the gesture isn't that shocking...
He can't resist copying Max, revealing his hole too, leaning forward with his cheeks apart. The light only hits the top of his ass, but I swear I see his balls between his legs. Again, I feel like I'm dreaming, and my erection hardens even more.
Only Callum remains, looking at me with an unreadable expression this time. He's always been the most mysterious, and I've never read him like the others.
His intense gaze gives way to a teasing smile, then a wink aimed at me.
He turns around and, slowly, as if playing with my nerves or raising the tension to the max, lowers his underwear. The others still have their asses bare, unashamed, but at that moment I have eyes only for Cal.
What I see drives me wild. The hollow of his lower back looks perfectly sculpted, smooth and muscular, without a trace of fat to spoil the curve. The waistband of his underwear crosses the base of his ass, then slowly descends in a perfect curve to reveal a hairless ass, small but round and firm. The movement stops just below, at the start of his thighs. And I'm in ecstasy.
I don't know if Callum realizes the effect he has on me, but he's, without a doubt, the guy with the best ass. He looks like a magazine model—the kind of guy who has everything exactly where it should be. And isn't afraid to show it.
I'd like to enjoy this view for hours, but Max turns to me to mark the end of the game. It's time for the verdict.
"So Ben, what do you think? Who's got the best ass of the five of us? I already know the answer, but I'd rather have you say it..."
"Not you, anyway. Big mouth doesn't make up for it!"
Max, a good sport, gives me an amused look. With all the jabs he throws at me constantly, he deserves it. The others laugh, and I'm pretty proud of my comeback. Now I just need to decide who I call the winner.
I hope what I say won't cause confusion. Or jealousy. Or complicate things. Or make them imagine stuff...
Alcohol makes me doubt again, the situation as well as my own actions and words. As usual, I try not to think about it. It's hard being a gay guy in a group of shameless mates like this. Luckily, they've always done their best to make me feel comfortable. Today too...
Doesn't matter, I have to make my choice. Logically, it should be Callum, but given the troubled looks he's thrown me, I'm not comfortable picking him. So, a bit by default, my choice falls on...
"Alex. Even though I hesitated, I think you've got the best ass."
"Alright! Thanks, Ben! For that, I suggest we all grab another drink!"
•
The rest of the evening passes in a blur. I have to admit I lose track of events very quickly. It usually takes me a while to get completely drunk, but once I am, it's for real. After I've crowned Alexander the best ass in the group, things don't seem to calm down, on the contrary...
The bottle stash for tonight runs out fast, mostly drained by Luke and Jake. The heat takes its toll on almost all the clothes they still have on, so apart from me, still dressed, shirt just open, the others are all in their boxers. Or naked, in Jake's case, who clearly has a problem with clothes.
Before my eyes, half-naked bodies brush against each other. Fleeting, accidental touches or manly hugs, skin on skin, follow one another. A certain sexual tension hangs in the living room, without anyone really knowing what caused it.
Across the room, Max and Jake slow dance, more erotic than romantic, singing off-key.
"And I... will always love you..."
Max's hands slide down to Jake's ass, caressing it sensually. I smile, amused by the scene. Seeing them like that, you'd never guess Max is getting married next week.
My gaze drifts to the coffee table, disappearing under empty glasses and bottles. Then to the sofa, where Luke, completely wasted, slumps across Alexander's thighs.
This spectator role suits me perfectly, and anyway, I'm not sure I'll remember any of this tomorrow given how much I've drunk tonight.
Callum comes closer, and we spend the rest of the evening sitting side by side on the couch, our thighs pressed together, sticky with sweat. His hand, surprisingly roaming, sends shivers of excitement every time it brushes or slides along the bare skin of my arms or, lower than my shorts, my legs.
After a while, I even risk a fingertip caress on his thigh. He responds with a smile...
•
Max and Jake have gone to bed. With Callum, we decide to help Luke reach the bed he shares with Jake. He's so drunk he couldn't find his room or climb the stairs alone.
After some unsteady steps, Luke stands between us, arms around our shoulders. We try to find a rhythm and move forward as best we can.
At the bottom of the stairs, we quickly realize the climb will be tough. On the first steps, Luke sways, leaning forward, bent at the lower back. I lower my hand to the small of his back, palm flat, trying to straighten him by pushing his hips forward. Callum's hand joins mine, guiding me lower until I'm at the curve of his ass. Luckily, he's still wearing his boxers...
I say nothing, but the contact both disturbs and excites me. Conflicting emotions mix, so I focus on the stairs ahead to avoid thinking about it. At least it keeps us from falling.
Another minute and we reach the boys' room. Once Luke is laid down next to a just-as-drunk Jake, Callum and I return to the room we share.
He closes the door behind him and turns to me. In the dim light, lit only by the faint ceiling lamp, I still see that same worried expression on his face, that concerned look from earlier. He moves closer, resting his hand on my forearm. After a silence, he says a few words that will probably shape the rest of my weekend.
"You know, Ben, there's no point overthinking. Even drunk, I saw you were a little bothered by the situation. You think too much, let things happen as they are. We're among friends, nobody cares, don't worry. And if there's ever a problem, we'll tell you, but there won't be, I promise..."
He drapes an arm over my shoulders, and that simple gesture, along with his words, reassures me.
I rest my head on his shoulder, letting the moment linger. That's partly why I like him so much, for his calm and reassuring presence.
His arm slides down to wrap around my waist. I feel his fingertips gently caress my stomach, a soothing touch. Even though it's not really appropriate, he's so close to my groin that I can't help finding it arousing.
After a few seconds, I sit up and turn to him.
"Thanks, Cal, really. I'll try my best."
He nods, approving, then goes to bed without a word. He takes off his jeans but keeps his boxers on as he slips under the sheets.
The first evening has barely ended and things have already gone much further than I expected. I still don't know what to make of it. Is it good, is it bad? As if good or bad even matters...
If only I knew at that moment that I'd end up fucking with one of them before the weekend is over, I probably wouldn't have worried so much...
