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Sex or Suicide



"Damn, I am so bored," I groaned as I leaned back in the kitchen chair.

"Well, what game do you wanna play, Derrick?" Nicole asked me.

I made a face.

"I'm kinda getting tired of drinking games," I told her.

"Me too," said our friend Cory. "We play the same stuff every week, and I always kick both of your asses at quarters every time anyway."

We were sitting in Nicole's apartment at the kitchen table, with shot glasses and red plastic cups in front of us. There were ping pong balls, quarters, a deck of cards, and other items spread across Nicole's table. It was our usual drinking routine when we each had the following day off from work, and perhaps that was our problem at the moment.

"Okay, so let's go somewhere," Nicole offered.

Cory stifled a laugh. "Where are we gonna go, Nikki? It's a Wednesday night. There's no "happening" places on a Wednesday night."

"We could just hit a bar in town somewhere," I suggested.

Cory cringed and looked at me. "Sorry, dude. Local bars aren't my scene. Remember the guy at Norton's that wanted to kick my ass because he found out I was gay?"

I nodded. "Right. Not a good idea."

Nicole sighed and grabbed the remote to her stereo to change the song. Her awesome stereo system began blaring the song of some punk band she liked. She ran a hand through her completely pink dyed hair and bit her lip thoughtfully.

I reached for a bottle of tequila in the center of her kitchen table and poured myself another shot. Cory slid me his shot glass.

"Hit me," he said.

"Me too," Nicole said.

I filled our glasses and set the bottle back in the middle of the table. We clinked the shot glasses together almost passively before we each threw them back. As I set my glass down and cringed at the trail of fire that blazed down my throat, I couldn't help but watch Nicole. She looked absolutely stunning tonight. Her long pink hair was curled, and was adorned with a hair clip that doubled as a decorative black bow with a skull in the center. She wore a simple sheer white T-shirt, and her black bra was slightly visible underneath. Though her breasts were a petite B cup, they always drew my gaze.

I glanced away before Nicole caught me staring. I realized then that Cory was watching me. He pushed his glasses up on his nose, shook his head, and visibly suppressed a grin. He knew that I had quite a crush on Nicole, though we had been friends ever since we were young. I had always balked at the idea of making a move on her, for I didn't want our close friendship to turn sour.

"I'm gonna get another beer," Nicole said as she stood and headed for the refrigerator. "You guys want one?"

"Yeah, bring us two," I called after her.

My eyes followed Nicole as she walked, or more pointedly, her hips and ass. Nicole had always been a tomboy as a young girl and a social outcast as a young woman. It really showed in her sense of taste and style. Her tight blue jeans were ripped here and there, from her calves up to her thighs. I watched her ass sway as she walked and eyed the exposed flesh where her pants were torn. Nicole opened the refrigerator and bent over to fetch our beers. The rips in her jeans made her tight round ass appear to be bursting from within.

I felt a nudge at my leg and glanced over at Cory.

"Stop drooling," he scolded me playfully.

I smirked but again turned my eyes toward Nicole, who was already walking our direction with an arm full of drinks. She was looking at me, though, and something in her eyes told me that she had heard what Cory said. She smirked at me knowingly. It wouldn't be the first time she had caught me undressing her with my eyes.

Nicole took her place on the opposite side of the table from us. She slid us our beers and I wasted no time cracking mine open.

"Oh shit," I heard Cory mutter.

I followed his gaze to a tall bottle that Nicole had also brought to the table, which was clear and filled with an amber colored liquid. There was no label on the bottle or anything else to identify what was inside. She also had something hidden in her closed fist.

"What's in that?" I asked motioning to the bottle.

"You don't wanna know," Cory muttered.

Nicole looked at me with a sly grin. "Since there's nothing else to do, I got an idea. It's a little game I used to play with Holly and her friends when we were dating."

I remembered Holly. She had worked with Nicole for a while, and the two dated for almost a year before they split. Holly was bisexual just like Nicole, obviously, though nowhere near as attractive.

"I thought we already said that drinking games were out," I pointed out.

Nicole's green eyes flashed as she said, "This is different. I've never brought this game up before because I figured that neither one of you would play it, but seeing as we're bored out of our fucking minds, I wanna give it a shot. I think it'll be fun."

"Not if it involves drinking that," Cory groaned.

Nicole ignored him. "The game is called Sex or Suicide."

At the very mention of sex from Nicole I grew excited, though I did well to hide it.

"We play it using that bottle of alcohol, and these," Nicole said.

She rolled three dice out onto the table. I saw that one had the usual numbered sides, whereas the other two had words written on them in place of numerical dots.

"We take turns rolling the dice," Nicole went on, "and if you don't want to do what the dice tell you then you have to take a shot."

"Wait a second," I said catching on. "Those are sex dice, right?"

She nodded slowly. "Yep."

My heartbeat skyrocketed. Nicole was wanting to play a sex game! My blood was starting to really flow thinking about getting intimate in any way with my long time friend and secret crush. I did my best to play it cool, though.

"Are you sure about that?" I asked sounding skeptical. "I mean we're all friends. Wouldn't that be sort of weird?"

Nicole rolled her eyes and laughed. "Oh, c'mon, Derrick! We've been friends forever. Don't you think I've noticed the looks you give me? Or the reasons you come up with just to touch me?"

Instantly, I felt my face flush red. Everything was out in the open between us in that moment and made me feel like an idiot for thinking Nicole hadn't been onto me all along. Cory was chuckling to himself beside me.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I... don't-"

"Yeah, right," Nicole interrupted. "You're just as gooey-eyed over me as Cory was over you when he first met you."

My eyes widened in shock. I glanced over at Cory, who had suddenly grown silent. His face had turned beet red and he didn't look in my direction at all. He ran a hand through his short cropped black hair nervously and sent a glare Nicole's way, who sat with her hand to her open mouth.

"Oops, sorry," Nicole squeaked. "That slipped. I'm half lit as it is."

I glanced again at Cory. He adjusted his glasses and fidgeted with his beer can, never once looking my way. I had never imagined that he felt any sort of attraction towards me. When I first met him, he was already really good friends with Nicole. He seemed like a pretty cool guy, even though his only friend was a girl and was a bit of a shy guy. It took me five months to learn that he was gay, and I only found out after someone walked in on him making out with another guy in the bathroom at school. Of course, Nicole had known all along. After finding out, it was a little weird knowing that my friend was gay, but it didn't really make a difference to me. He was Nicole's best friend, and he and I actually hung out very often.

It startled me now to find out that he used to be attracted to me. He had always seemed so normal and mellow around me. I began to wonder how many times he had looked at me the same way I looked at Nicole. Then I started to wonder if he had ever really lost interest in me. I wasn't gay by any means, and even though it creeped me out a little, it was still a bit flattering that he thought of me that way.

"Okay... uh... so now that we all know each other a little better," Nicole said with an awkward laugh, "I'll finish telling you how to play the game."

Nicole cleared her throat, reached for the remote to her stereo, and slightly turned down the volume.

"Um... there's three dice," she told us. "We each get two numbers. You roll the numbered die to see who you perform an action on, and of course, you can't roll yourself. Then you roll the other dice. One tells you the action you perform and the other tells you what body part to do it on."

Cory and I exchanged nervous glances. I could tell he was still a bit rattled that his secret had been let out of the bag. A shutter inducing thought crept into my head.

"Isn't it a bit unfair if I roll Cory, though?" I asked. "I mean, no offense man, but I'm not gay or bisexual."

Nicole flashed me a wicked grin. "Yes it is, but it's just as fair as Cory rolling and having to do something to me."

I nodded absently. She had a good point. It had to be just as odd to Cory to have to get intimate with a girl as it was for me to do the same with a guy. My head swam in a sea conflict. I was so aroused by the idea of getting to do some sort of naughty act to Nicole. On the other hand, it made my stomach crawl to think of having to do something even remotely sexual with Cory. He was my friend and I just wasn't attracted to guys. A cold anxious feeling pulsed in my chest while moths fluttered in my gut.

"If we choose not to perform the act we can just take a shot instead, right?" I asked her.

"See, that's the catch," Cory interjected. "The object of the game is obviously to prompt you toward sexual activity, because you are not gonna want to take a shot of that stuff."

My brow furrowed as I studied the amber colored liquid in the large bottle on the table. "Why... what's in it?"

"It's why the game is called Sex or Suicide, baby," Nicole said with an evil little laugh.

"It's horrible," Cory told me. "She pours all different kinds of liquor and whiskey and god knows what else into that bottle, and expects a human to drink it. I've had a shot of it before and it's like taking a shotgun blast to the head and having your insides lit on fire."

"Oh hell, it's not that bad," Nicole grinned. "I just mix like sour mash whiskey, spiced rum, vodka, tequila... and maybe some energy drinks... uh.... I forget what else. It's all top shelf stuff, though."

I cringed at the mere mention of the ingredients. "Are you trying to give us alcohol poisoning?"

Nicole chuckled. "It's a suicide. C'mon, I thought you girls wanted to have fun. If you're chickenshit just let me know and we'll go back to doing nothing all night."

I stared at the large bottle on the table. I knew I could hold my liquor, but it turned my stomach to think of drinking several kinds mixed together, when any one alone could put me out. I glanced up at Nicole, who was biting her lip and looking me up and down. I knew she was trying to tease me and it was working. Tonight I had a chance to touch her skin, kiss her full lips, and whatever else a roll of the dice could get me. I had to play the game. At the very worst, I could always just drink myself stupid instead of doing anything sexual with Cory.

I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. "Fuck it. I'm in, I guess."

Nicole gave me an approving smile. She looked at Cory. "Well? What about you?"

Cory threw up his hands. "I guess I don't have a choice."

"Sweet," Nicole said. "There's one little thing I didn't mention about taking your shots. If you choose suicide, you loose an article of clothing. No shoes or socks allowed either, boys. I hate that crap. So take 'em off."

Cory and I exchanged glances before we each leaned over and unlaced our shoes. We pulled them off along with our socks and tossed them aside.

Nicole opened the suicide bottle and poured a shot for each of us. "Okay, so we each have numbers. If anyone rolls a one or a two with the numbered die, they perform a task on me. If we roll a three or a four, that'll be Derrick, and a five or six will be for Cory. Then you roll the other dice and see what you have to do. If you decline, you take a suicide shot and take off an article of clothing. Are we all clear?"

Cory shifted in his seat nervously. "Man, this is gonna be so bad in the morning."

Nicole snatched up the dice and turned them over in her hand. "The actions are lick, squeeze, kiss, suck, blow, and rub. The body parts are lips, neck, breast, crotch, ass, and thighs."

Nicole's eyes fell across me. The look she gave me made the hairs on my arm raise. I glanced at Cory to find him staring my way. He quickly averted his eyes and a shiver rippled throughout my body.

"I'll start us off since it's my apartment," Nicole stated.

She brushed her pink hair over her shoulder and shook the numbered die in her left hand. I suddenly grew tense and my breathing grew shallow. Cory must have felt the same, for he fidgeted with the stereo remote, turning up the volume and spinning the remote on the table.

Nicole let the numbered die fall to the table, where it bounced and rolled to a stop in front of Cory. He looked down at the die and smirked.

"Four," he announced. "That's Derrick."

My heart sailed, though I showed no emotion. I looked at Nicole who had her head in her hands. She glanced up with a wide bashful smile.

"Alright," she conceded. "Your dreams may just come true tonight, Derrick."

She shook the remaining dice in her right hand and dropped them to the table. I held my breath as my eyes followed the tumbling dice. Nicole smiled as the dice came to a halt.

"It says to lick your neck," Nicole giggled.

I shrugged smoothly. "You could always take the shot."

"Oh, please," she laughed as she pushed her chair back and stood. "You don't have to act anymore Derrick."

Nicole made her way around the table to me. I slid my chair away from the table. I was almost shaking with excitement. Nicole locked a seductive gaze on me. To my shock, she came close and threw her leg over me and sat in my lap. I froze, unsure of how to act. I had never been close to Nicole quite like this, and it felt a little weird. She leaned close to my face, her cheek inches from my own. My breath caught in my throat. She snickered and threw her arms around me. Her head dove for my neck.

I felt her lips first, soft and pleasant on my skin. Her hand caressed my head, comforting me and causing me to grow limp beneath her. Then her mouth opened and I felt her warm wet tongue slide across my neck. A chill ran up my back and my lip quivered. Nicole licked her way gently up my neck to my ear, and then back down to my shoulder. I could smell the lovely scent of her hair and her sweet perfume. I felt like grabbing her petite little body and crushing it against me. Instead I let her do her work and tried to act somewhat normal, however that was possible.

Suddenly, it was over as Nicole climbed from my lap. She giggled when she saw my face, for I must have appeared disappointed.

"I figured I'd let you calm down since you're already so worked up," she told me.

I realized that my dick was straining against my jeans. I could feel myself blushing as I slid my chair back under the table. I glanced at Cory who appeared very amused. He smiled and shook his head.

"How long have you been waiting for that to happen?"

"I think it's your roll, man," I replied.

Cory sighed heavily and reached for the dice. He wasted no time as he let all three dice roll to the table. The three of us examined the dice.

"Dammit," Cory muttered.

"Aww, what's the matter, Cory?" Nicole teased. "You don't wanna suck my crotch?"

"Sorry, Nikki, you're not my type," he told her.

He pulled his shirt over his head and flung it aside, and I just barely caught saw his shy glance towards me. Cory was in pretty decent shape and it wasn't the first time I had seen him without a shirt, but now it made me a bit uncomfortable after hearing that he had once been attracted to me. It made me feel like I shouldn't see any part of his body bared. He grabbed one of the three shot glasses and brought it to his lips. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath and let it out.

"Just don't think about it, man," I said.

My words must have encouraged him somehow, for he turned the shot glass up and swallowed the contents quickly. He immediately began chasing the shot with his beer. I watched as his face warped into an expression of pure disgust. Cory slammed the can down with a gasp and let out a sickly groan, his face still contorted in revulsion.

Nicole tossed back her head and laughed. I gave a small chuckle, but I was really amazed at the impact that the shot had on Cory. He might have been gay, but usually he could drink me under table. I had never seen him react that way to a shot before. He was still shaking his head and holding his stomach. He gave me a very pained look, and I couldn't help but dread taking a suicide shot after watching Cory.

"It's you're turn, Derrick," Nicole grinned.

I rubbed my hands together and fetched the dice from the table. I shook them in my hand awkwardly while Nicole watched with amusement. She sipped her beer and studied me with her sparkling green eyes. I looked over at Cory who was still recovering from his suicide shot. He was breathing heavily and watching my shaking hand. It suddenly made me awkward making the motion. I found myself wondering if it turned him on to see me jerk my hand back and forth.

Ignoring my absurd thoughts, I let the three dice fall to the table.

"Awesome," Nicole laughed. "Derrick has to lick your lips, Cory."

I saw Cory's wide eyes flick over to mine with anticipation.

"Unless I take a shot, that is," I said as I reached for a glass without hesitation.

"Oh, c'mon," Nicole complained. "What's the fun in that?"

"There isn't any," Cory told her.

I honestly wasn't sure if Cory said that because he was being sympathetic about the horrible shot I was about to take, or if it was because I had declined to perform an action on him. I chased the thoughts from my head again and held the shot before me with my beer prepared in the opposite hand.

"Ah, shit," I groaned.

I put the glass to my lips and turned the shot up and into my mouth. I swallowed quickly and began chasing it down with beer. It helped very little. I felt like my head had been blasted full of helium. Spider webs of shock enveloped my skull. The liquid scorched its trail to my stomach, and a violent shiver crawled up my spine. The suicide hit my gut and tumbled, immediately disagreeing with the contents of my stomach. I felt nauseous and dizzy as I slammed the beer can down and slid the shot glass away. I could hear Nicole laughing wickedly, and glancing over at Cory I saw him cringing with what could only be sympathy.

As the immensely terrible sensation subsided, I glared at Nicole.

"That is the worst shit I have ever drank it my entire life," I growled at her with a cough.

"It lives up to its name, baby," Nicole winked. "Now you owe us an article of clothing."

I sighed. With a troubled look at Cory, I began pulling off my shirt. I tossed it to the floor and crossed my arms. Nicole eyed me with a grin, but I saw her glance at Cory briefly. I could practically feel his gaze on me. I wondered distantly if he found me arousing without my shirt. It was a weird thing to think about. I was in pretty decent shape. I was athletic looking aside from the small beer belly I had developed. I then began hoping that I looked good to Nicole. Was she fantasizing about me now like Cory likely was doing?

Nicole already had the dice in her hand. She dropped them to the table and the three of us looked to see the verdict.

"Rub Cory's neck," she stated flatly. "That one's stupid, so I'm gonna copy you guys this time."

Nicole wasted no time grabbing her shot. Cory and I watched her with anticipation as she flung the suicide into her mouth and began chugging her beer. It was our turn to laugh as her face turned sour and she beat her free hand on the table. She set her beer down and moaned loudly. She tapped at her chest and started to breathe in a deep rapid rythym.

"Holy shit, it's been a while since I've done that," Nicole gasped.

Cory and I laughed louder. She showed a middle finger to each of us, smiling and rolling her eyes.

"So, I hate to remind you," Cory said, "but you still owe us some clothing."

"Yeah, yeah," Nicole replied.

I looked over at Cory, who shot me a sly grin. I then turned my greedy gaze back to the beauty across the table. It wouldn't be the first time I had seen Nicole in just her bra. She had changed shirts in front of me before, but knowing that she was doing it now purely for show made my blood pump faster.

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her pink curls fell across her chest, where I saw her petite breasts just barely hidden behind her plain black bra. Her stomach was flat and smooth, accentuated by her pierced belly button. Dangling from the piercing were three tiny chains, each decorated with small pink and black stars. Nicole's skin was pale but flawless, save for the few tattoos on her arms that depicted colorful stars and a lone rainbow on her shoulder.

Nicole sat back in her chair with a smug expression on her face. Her sparkling green eyes found mine and stole my breath. She was so beautiful. I wanted to jump across the table and take her right where she was sitting. I blinked and looked away, however, trying to settle my nerves.

Cory fetched the dice and began to shake them in his hand. He blew into his closed palm as though for good luck and gave them several more shakes. All the while, I couldn't draw my gaze away from Nicole and her shirtless form. She was biting her nail and watching Cory. My eyes wandered up her slender body, from her narrow waist to her small round breasts. I made a silent prayer that I would get to see her remove that black bra and bare all tonight. I saw her eyes suddenly light up and shoot over to me.

"Ooh, this'll be interesting," she said excitedly.

I was so fixated on Nicole that I hadn't noticed that Cory had rolled the dice. I peered over at them to see the results. He had rolled a three, which was my number, and the two words on the other dice read, "Suck breast."

"Oh wow," I groaned.

I looked at Cory, who simply shrugged at me. He rose from his seat and walked up beside of me.

"Whoa, dude," I blurted. "You... aren't gonna take the shot?"

"I can't just take shots for both of you all night," he explained.

Though I was a bit disturbed by what he wanted to do to me, I understood Cory's predicament. I realized that he would be more prone to take a suicide shot if he rolled Nicole just as I would if I rolled his number. I couldn't expect him to take twice as many on my account. It wasn't like we were about to have sex. He was just... going to suck my breast.

"Just... relax... or whatever," Cory told me as he knelt beside of me.

"Alright!" Nicole said. "Finally a little action."

Cory ignored her, removed his glasses, and set them on the table. His large brown eyes met mine briefly, and I saw a mixture of emotions there within. He was nervous, but I could see the excitement in him as well. His face grew closer to my chest and I could feel his hot quivering breath on my nipple. My first instinct was to push Cory away. I struggled for a second with my own feelings. After all, he was my friend and I didn't want to embarrass him or make him feel like shit. I decided to let my inhibitions go and let him indulge a bit.

I closed my eyes as I felt Cory's warm tongue brush my nipple. I tried to imagine anything I could to take my mind off of what was happening. Cory's tongue slid firmly over my nipple again and I felt his lips close around it. His hand slid around my waist to steady himself, and my body grew stiff and rigid. My nipple was pulled into his mouth as he began to suck hard.

Cory's hand began to squeeze and grope at my side, and I suddenly realized that he was really enjoying himself. My eyes opened to reveal the scene before me. Cory's head was against my chest as he sucked and nibbled at my now sensitive nipple. I watched his hand caress my flat stomach gently. A sudden sense of guilt swept over me, as though I was committing some vile criminal act.

Looking over I saw Nicole watching us. Her mouth hung half open and I could see her tongue moving within aimlessly. Our eyes met and for the briefest second, I could see the lust filling her eyes. The corner of her mouth twitched up into a little smile. I suddenly noticed her arm moving just slightly, as though she was busy doing something with her hand under the table.

Cory gave my nipple one last lick before standing and returning to his chair. I was left feeling a bit shocked and more than a little awkward. He grabbed his beer and sipped from it gingerly, not turning to look at me. Nicole's eyes darted between us, apparently gauging our reaction. My nipple stood firm on my chest, and for just a second I found myself missing Cory's warm lips.

"Your move, Derrick," Nicole chuckled.

She raised one eyebrow at me and grinned. I shook my head and picked up the dice, letting them bounce across the table. When they stopped, my emotions did an instant one-eighty.

"Wow," Nicole laughed in disbelief. "Well come kiss my lips then, you lucky little shit."

My heartbeat was fluttering. As I stood, I did well to keep my legs underneath me, partially because the thought of making out with Nicole made me dizzy, but mostly because I didn't realize how drunk I was already. Nicole stood to meet me and I suddenly was stricken with fright. Her piercing green eyes bored through me and the gleam on her full lips beckoned to me.

Before I could react, she was kissing me. Her lips closed on mine quickly, and after the initial shock, my entire body flushed warm. She cradled my head in her hands. I awkwardly slipped my arms around her bare back and almost collapsed into her at the feel of her smooth narraw waist. Our mouths opened and our tongues found each other. At first I tried to be slow and passionate, but Nicole began to get more and more aggressive with her kiss. I felt sensations of pure bliss with her in arms. Her lips closed a final time as we held each other close.

Slowly, Nicole's sweet lips parted from mine. Our eyes met and the rest of the world came rushing back to me. I heard the music thumping and saw Cory watching us in silence. Nicole stepped back smiling and found her seat again. I cleared my throat and did the same. My skin was riddled with goose bumps, but my insides felt like warm butter.

"Well, that was amazing," I heard myself say.

Nicole gave me a seductive wink and licked her lips dramatically. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

She giggled gleefully and swiped up the dice from the table. I looked over at Cory to find him watching me. There was something unusual in his large dark eyes. I had seen the same look from Nicole just moments earlier. I looked away nervously just as I heard the dice hit the table.

"Squeeze thigh," Nicole spat. "Sorry, Cory, hope you didn't want your legs groped."

"Fine by me, Nikki."

Nicole stood abruptly from her seat and began unfastening her belt and her pants. It took me by surprise, but I watched in awe as she slid her ripped jeans down her pale legs and stepped out of them. I could instantly feel my dick throbbing hard in my pants. She stood before us wearing only her black bra and her bright pink thong panties. Her hips flared out wide and her slender legs were so smooth and creamy looking that they made my mouth water.

Nicole examined herself, adjusting her pink thong where it concealed her most private area. This simple action made me ache inside with lust. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to feel her, to taste her, and be inside of her. She glanced up at me, and I could tell that she was pleased with herself. She knew she was torturing me slowly. She reached for the huge bottle on the table and brought it close to her lips. Her tongue slipped out from her mouth and licked at the tip of the glass seductively while her bright green eyes remained locked with mine. My fists clenched and I bit down on my lip hard. I could feel my lust for her throbbing through my veins, and filling my hard dick until I thought it would burst.

Cory cleared his throat. "Nikki, you gonna drink or fuck the bottle?"

She shot him a playfully mean look before she turned the bottle up and drank. I literally shuttered as I watched. Nicole took at least three or four deep gulps of the vile mixture before she stopped. She sputtered and and almost heaved on her last swallow, but regained control and fought the alcohol down. She snatched up her beer and drank deeply from the can until it was empty. Nicole's expression was one of pain and disgust.

"Holy shit," I laughed. "That was like two or three shots."

Nicole tried to breathe steady as she fought to keep the horrid mixture down, but eventually swept her pink hair from her eyes and smiled at Cory and I.

"Let's see if you girls can match that," she winked.

Cory shook his head and snatched the dice as Nicole took her seat. Everything started to happen so fast at that point. Before I knew what was happening, the dice were rolling and Cory had the giant bottle in his hand. His roll had told him to blow Nicole's breasts, and he had apparently opted out. The look on his face spoke clearly, though. He meant to match Nicole drink for drink. Cory had the bottle turned up to his lips and was swallowing as much as he could handle. Without coughing or choking, he chased the suicide down with his beer, crushed the can in his hand, and began removing his pants while Nicole laughed and cheered him on.

I was utterly shocked, partially at how well Cory had handled the suicide, but mostly by the fact that he was wearing no underwear. He pulled his jeans to the floor and stepped out of them, his flaccid dick bouncing free between his legs. I could feel my face getting hot with embarrassment. Cory's entire crotch was shaven, including his cock and his balls. He took his seat completely nude and crossed his arms. Though he was breathing hard and his eyes were starting to turn bloodshot, he seemed largely unaffected by the amount of alcohol he had just drank.

I turned my head from him almost bashfully. Nicole was cheering still, but I caught the evil smile that she sent my way.

"Hell yeah!" Nicole yelled. "That's what I'm talking about Cory! Let it all out baby!"

I made a point not to look in Cory's direction as I reached for the dice. I could still see his dangling bare dick in my head. What had shocked me the most was the manner in which he had stripped off his pants. He had seemed determined, as though he wanted to hurry up and get his jeans off, and that he didn't care who saw him. I wasn't sure how to feel about Cory being naked or seeing his cock for the first time. I had expected to be repulsed or disgusted, but something seemed entirely different tonight. I assumed that it had to be the alcohol.

I felt shaky and feverish as I shook the dice in my hand. I couldn't believe it, but I was already getting pretty tanked. It was true that the three of us had been drinking long before starting the game, but the drunken feeling hadn't started to really sink in until now. I glanced at the pink haired beauty across from me. She was so damn hot in her underwear. I knew I had to stay sober enough to see more.

Hoping for a lucky roll, I let the three dice tumble from my hand. Nicole rolled her eyes and grinned.

"Well, here comes another shot."

I cursed silently as I studied the dice. They determined that I was to blow Cory's ass. Not only was this something I was uncomfortable doing, I wasn't even sure how I would even perform such a task. Nicole was right. I would have to take a suicide shot, or as it seemed now, a suicide chug. I reluctantly reached for the bottle, unsure if I could stomach chugging the awful concoction.

"C'mon, pussy!" Nicole taunted. "You gonna let a girl and a gay out drink you?"

I took several deep breaths. I looked up at Nicole, sitting across from me in her bra and panties grinning, and felt my resolve returning. I turned the bottle up and swallowed as fast as I could. The first swallow was smooth until I took another. My mouth and nose were bombarded by the powerful alcoholic mixture. My gag reflex was almost triggered as I swallowed two more times. I set the bottle back on the table and groaned.

"Chase it!" Nicole laughed.

I snatched my beer and began to chug what was left in the can. My stomach was doing flips and I felt nauseous. I slammed down the empty can and cringed. I forced myself to hold the liquor down as Nicole and Cory laughed. As bad as I felt, I wasn't sure if I could manage to take another drink of the suicide without puking.

"Pay the toll, Derrick," I heard Cory say.

I steadied myself as I stood and tried to calm my breathing. My head felt as though it was light as a balloon floating above my body. Nicole was watching me with amusement and toying with her pink hair. I grew suddenly aroused again to see her half naked, and to know that I was about to be the same in front of her. I then quickly glanced at Cory, who was also watching me closely. Though I intended not to look at his exposed crotch, my eyes still shot down for a fraction of a second to see his half limp dick between his bare thighs.

I shook my head, wondering what had come over me. Working slowly, I unfastened my jeans and slid them down my legs. Nicole let out an exaggerated cheer and tossed her hands in the air. I could feel Cory's eyes on me as I kicked my pants away. I was now wearing only my boxers. With a small attempt at humor, and to hide my nervousness, I turned around and struck a few poses sarcastically. Nicole laughed loudly and I heard Cory chuckling as well. Nicole was shaking the dice in her hand by the time I sat down. They hit the table and rolled, landing right in front of me. I studied the characters on the face of each die. My mouth dropped open. I looked up to see that Nicole wore an identical expression. A smile began to form on her face.

"Oh, man," she said.

"What does it say," Cory asked peering over at the dice.

"Damn it, you rolled the wrong number," I told Nicole. She giggled and covered her hand with her mouth.

"Why?" Cory repeated impatiently. "What does it say?"

Nicole and exchanged amused glances. Then she looked at Cory with a smile and answered him.

"I have to suck your dick."


I watched Cory as he stared in disbelief at the dice in front of me. For a few seconds, the only sounds came from Nicole's stereo. I glanced over at Nicole, who now looked absolutely amused. She swept her pink curls back over her bare shoulders and smiled. I could see a glaze to her eyes, and I could tell that all the beers and the horrible suicide shots were starting to take effect on her.

Something inside of me ached as I looked at the sex dice again. Nicole had been one number away from rolling my number, in which case her full lips would be wrapped around my dick. The dice were clear, though. She had to perform the action on Cory instead, who didn't look thrilled about it at all.

"Whoa, uh... I... dunno, Nikki," Cory slurred. "I don't think I can handle that."

"Uh-uh," Nicole said shaking her head and grinning. "It says to suck your dick. Sorry, babe. Luck of the roll."

"Actually, the verb is lick, Nicole," I pointed out.

She glared at me playfully. "Six here, half a dozen there. It's pretty much the same thing."

Cory glanced at me almost frantically. I could see the fear in his eyes. I cursed silently to myself. While I understood why a homosexual guy would be skittish about having a girl give him a blow job, it made me frustrated because in Cory's position I would have been ecstatic.

"Well, uh," Cory stammered, "I'll... I'll just take the shot."

"Oh no you won't," Nicole scolded. "That's against the rules."

"W-what?" Cory complained. "What are you talking about? I'm opting out!"

Nicole stood and made her way slowly around the table. My eyes wandered down her slender pale body as she smiled wickedly at Cory.

"You can only take a suicide shot if it's your roll," she told him. "You can't take a shot on my roll, babe."

"You're k**ding," Cory groaned. "C'mon, Nikki!"

"My roll, my shot... and I don't want to take the shot," Nicole teased, licking her lips and eying him seductively. She then burst into a small fit of giggles.

"Oh c'mon, dude," she said. "Let's have a little fun, Cory."

I looked at Cory, though it was a bit weird doing so. He was still fully nude, and no matter how much I tried not to look at his bare crotch, I could still see his half limp dick between his legs in my peripheral vision. He appeared to be nervously contemplating his situation. I watched with anticipation before he leaned forward suddenly and snatched the bottle of alcohol from the table.

"Whatever, fuck it," Cory said. "But I'm still taking a shot. I need to be numb for this."

Nicole's green eyes lit up with excitement before she glanced briefly at me. Something in those eyes was teasing me, feeding off of my discomfort and my arousal. She drew close to Cory's naked body as he turned the bottle up to the ceiling and took a few swallows of the vile suicide. I shuddered as I looked on, watching a few drops run from the corners of his mouth and down his bare chest as Nicole knelt between his open legs.

I couldn't believe what was about to happen. My best friend, whom I had lusted over ever since I'd known her was about to give my other friend a blow job. Everything seemed like a dream now, or like I was watching events unfold on video. Cory was naked. Nicole was in her bra and panties. I was slightly aroused but simultaneously repulsed. It was such an odd feeling. It only intensified when Nicole took Cory's flaccid dick between her fingers and began stroking him. Cory flinched at her touch. He looked extremely uncomfortable. His body was stiff like he had grabbed a sparking wire. His lips were a firm thin line on his pained face.

Nicole jerked him slowly, though Cory's dick got no harder from her touch. I tried to focus my gaze on Nicole and her gorgeous petite body. She looked so damn hot in her underwear with her pale skin and vividly colored tattoos. I used to think of her as a tomboy when we were younger, but watching her stroke Cory's dick, she was a sultry punk rock temptress.

Nicole's head turned to the side as she moved her lips close to Cory's dick. She was staring straight into my eyes as she worked his cock up and down. I was petrified. I could only watch as her tongue slipped out of her open mouth and slowly licked at the tip of the limp cock in her hand. My breathing stopped and my mouth hung open. She licked the dick again, this time curling her tongue and moistening it completely. I felt my own cock straightening in my boxers. Nicole's eyes were still locked with mine as she dropped down to cup Cory's balls in her hand and roll her tongue along them as well.

I glanced at Cory to gauge his reaction. He was in the process of taking another drink from the suicide bottle. As he lowered the bottle, his gaze fell on me... all of me. His big brown eyes scanned my half naked body, first down my chest, then further still to linger at my stirring boxer shorts. I couldn't believe it. Cory was watching me while Nicole was licking his dick.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Looking back at Nicole as she continued her task with more than a little enthusiasm, I was shocked to find that Cory's dick was growing. I glanced back at him to find that he was still watching me through foggy eyes. I couldn't help but watch his smooth shaven cock grow harder and longer in Nicole's hand. Her lips were suddenly around his enlarging head and sliding down his almost erect cock, which caused Cory to jump.

"Whoa holy shit, Nikki!" Cory blurted. "It... it said... t-to lick my dick, not... not suck me off!"

Nicole pulled her head from his dick and swept her pink curls around her neck, smiling seductively up at him.

"It's all the same thing, babe."

Her mouth opened again and she slid Cory's glistening dick inside. Cory instantly took another chug of the suicide, his face contorting with discomfort and disgust. His breathing was becoming labored and I could see sweat beginning to form on his forehead. His eyes found mine again and I glanced away quickly. I could feel my bare flesh grow warm with embarrassment.

I watched Nicole as her head bobbed slowly between his thighs. Her pale hand still pumped his cock, and those piercing green eyes were fixed on me. I could see that she was enjoying this. With her free hand she groped her breasts through the black bra, moaning into Cory's still hardening cock. I couldn't stem the tide of blood that was gushing into my own dick, filling it full until it strained upward against the thin fabric of my boxer shorts.

A feverish moan escaped from Cory's lips, and when I looked at him I saw that his round eyes were staring down at my boxers. He squirmed in his seat, obviously aroused and beginning to feel powerful sensations in his now fully stiff dick. What made me feel odd was that I knew he was gay. I knew he was not simply getting off on Nicole's blow job, but instead was getting more worked up watching me. I wasn't sure how to feel or what to think. My head was swimming, my dick was hard, and I felt like the world had tilted on its axis.

Cory was moaning through closed lips, trying to suppress his growing arousal as best he could. His glossy eyes still danced up and down my body, making me feel really uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to leave out of jealousy and discomfort. Part of me wanted to pull my dick free from my shorts and stroke it, for I couldn't deny that the whole strange ordeal was getting me worked up.

With a final lick to the tip of Cory's dick, Nicole finished her work and stood, wiping her lips with her thumb. She cut her green eyes over at me and gave me a little grin. Then, she looked down at Cory.

"All done," she stated. "It's your roll, Cory."

Cory stared back at her breathing heavily, the alcohol bottle still in his trembling hand and his glistening erect cock nodding between his thighs. He looked as though he had just sprinted a mile. Again my eyes were drawn to his stiff dick, though my mind told me not to look. It was about the same size as mine, an average five or six inches. There wasn't anything particularly special about it other than that it was attached to him. As I looked up, I realized that he was staring at me. My face grew warm. I saw the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile for just a second.

I looked away quickly and rubbed my face roughly. I was really starting to feel the alcohol now. My insides were burning and freezing at the same time. My eyes now found Nicole, who studied me curiously. She bit her lip and her gaze fell to my crotch, where my erection had just started to subside. It pumped again before her lusty eyes, and my heart began to beat furiously. Nicole took her seat and turned her gaze to Cory. He set the giant bottle on the table and blew out a loud heavy gust of air. He appeared to be wrestling with the aftermath of the blowjob, as well as the alcohol he had consumed.

"You gonna roll, lover?" Nicole giggled.

Cory reluctantly grabbed the dice from the table and gave them a shake. I watched in silence as they fell to the table. One die landed near me, with the word "crotch" face up. Great, I thought. The another came to stop between Nicole and Cory. The last die skipped off the table and to the kitchen floor.

"Crap," Cory hissed as he stood to chase the rogue die.

"Don't touch it!" Nicole told him. "It still counts down there."

I studied the two dice on the table through drunken eyes. Both displayed words, together reading, "suck crotch."

"It's a six," Nicole said. "That's your number, you gotta roll that one again."

As Cory fetched the lone numbered die, I grew nervous. He was already shaking the die in his hand before I could fully contemplate would could happen. I prayed he didnt roll my number. Nicole and I watched with drunken anticipation as the die bounced across the table and stopped right in front of her. My heart grew ice cold as I saw her facial expression form into a broad smile.

"Fucking awesome!" Nicole laughed.

"What?" I prodded. "What does it say?"

I already knew the answer before she told me, and a wave of dread swept over me.

"It's a four," Nicole said with a wink. "That's you, baby."

My breath caught in my chest as I stared at the dice on the table in shock. I glanced over at Cory, and a chill crawled up my spine. He was already eying me anxiously.

"I'll pass," I stated. "Gimme the bottle."

"Haven't you been paying attention?" Nicole asked, rising from her seat. "You can't take a suicide shot on someone else's roll, dude. That's Cory's choice."

She walked around the table and came up beside of me. I stared at the table in bewilderment, unsure of what to do. I couldn't let this happen. I felt myself growing defensive and angry inside. It crossed my mind to quit the game, get up, and leave. I couldn't imagine doing what they wanted me to do. Cory obviously didn't want to take the shot, which meant that he really wanted to suck my cock.

"No way," I said flatly, before looking over at Cory. "I... I can't do it, man, I'm sorry. That's way too much for me."

He threw his hands up in protest. "I just let a girl suck my dick, man. My best friend, not to mention."

"That doesn't really sound like a bad thing from where I'm sitting," I grumbled, looking away.

Nicole was beside me suddenly, and I quivered when I saw her pale slender body in bra and panties that close to me.

"What's the difference between me doing it to you and Cory?" Nicole asked me.

"He's a guy!" I said looking up into her beautiful face.

"So what?" She argued. "He's better at it than I am."

I shuddered and shook my head. I glanced over at Cory, who was tapping his fingers on the table and watching me through glossy eyes. I was about to look away when a sweet aroma filled my nose and I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. Nicole was leaning over close to me, her pink curls brushing my neck and her lips pressed to my ear. I could feel her warm breath as she spoke to me.

"If you let him do this, you can have me tonight," she whispered. "You can have all of me, but you gotta let Cory have you."

My eyes widened as Nicole's tongue slid across my ear. I shivered and my flaccid dick jumped in my shorts. My head spun as I thought about my dilemma. I wanted Nicole so badly, but I wondered if it was really worth the cost. She wanted me to give myself to Cory the way she would for me. I was simultaneously overwhelmed with excitement and dread. I looked at Cory. I wasn't exactly disgusted by the thought of him, but I wasn't sure I could handle doing anything sexual with him. Nicole wanted to see that. I'd always known she was a bit kinky. After all, she was bisexual, but I realized now that this had probably been her plan all along.

I allowed my eyes to wander down Cory's nude body. He wasn't an ugly guy by any means. He was in pretty decent shape, he kept his body was practically hairless, and his skin looked smooth and blemish free. The image of Nicole sucking his cock while he grew harder and harder as he looked at me was still in my head. I had to admit that it was hot. It had been like watching porn. It didn't matter if it was another guy I had been watching. I just couldn't deny to myself that I enjoyed it. I actually felt somewhat flattered at the fact that I had made Cory's dick hard.

I couldn't believe that I was considering it, but my inhibitions were now diminishing. I thought of Nicole's petite body on top of me. I thought of drilling my cock into her while she ground her hips into me. I pictured her beautiful face twisted in orgasmic pleasure as her pink curls bounced beside her face. Just thinking about it had my cock pumping. I sighed heavily. I could either leave angry and disappointed, or just let myself go and allow whatever happened to happen tonight.

"Alright," I said finally. "Fuck it. Cory bring me that bottle."

The look on Cory's face was one of shock and elation. He didn't move at all for several seconds.

"Sweet!" Nicole cheered.

She gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. Even such a small gesture made me blush.

"Cory!" Nicole laughed, breaking his trance. "Get your fine ass over here and cash in!"

Cory blinked and tried to hide his excitement. He stood up, his smooth cock standing erect. He nervously walked over to me and I slid my chair away from the table and to the side, trying not to look at his stiff dick. Cory slowly took a knee before me.

"Dude," I interjected, "The suicide?"

"Oh... right," Cory blushed. "Sorry."

He reached over and grabbed the large bottle of alcohol and offered it to me. My hand trembled as I took it.

"I have to watch this," Nicole said excitedly.

She sat on the table facing us and leaned back, propping herself up on her hands. Her black bra barely hid the nipples of her petite round breasts. My eyes wandered up and down her slender body, tracing the curves at her narrow waist above her wide hips. My body almost quivered as I studied her smooth flat stomach and the flashy belly button piercing that adorned it. My gaze fell to her pink panties, where I could practically see the outline of her pussy through the thin cotton fabric. They looked as though they had been painted on. Those panties were in arm's reach of me, and were on full display because of the way she leaned back on her hands.

"You uh... ready?" I heard Cory ask.

I glanced down at my naked friend between my spread legs. He looked up at me with calm anticipation, though I could tell by his breathing that he was as nervous as I was. He licked his lips, which made me even more skittish. His eyes were glazed and slightly bloodshot, and I knew that he was good and tipsy. Something inside of me thought that he looked better without his glasses, which had sat on the table ever since he'd taken them off. His big brown eyes were actually a really bright and lovely shade.

I shook my head. Taking a deep breath, I brought the suicide bottle to my lips and drank. I took about three swallows and thought that I might hurl. Again I felt the blast of dizziness in my head and the molten hot burn in my stomach. I didn't care. I needed to be numb, as Cory had said earlier. I took another drink, and before I could say or do anything, Cory was pulling down the waistband of my boxers and exposing my flaccid dick. His eyes flashed when he saw my cock, and his lip trembled when he reached for it. I twitched when I felt him touch me, his fingers closing gently around the base of my limp shaft. With his other hand, he cupped my balls and pulled them gingerly up and over the waistband so that my entire sex was exposed.

Cory was holding my dick. It was completely unbelievable to me, and again I felt as though I was doing something wrong or dirty. He brought his head in close to the base of my cock and stuck out his tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt it touch the sensitive underside of my half limp dick. He ran the flat of his tongue up to my tip. An uncontrollable whimper escaped my lips at the feel of his hot breath on my head.

Cory squeezed his fingers tight around the base of my rod. A surge of blood entered my dick, though it still hung half limp in his hand. His other hand cradled my balls and groped at them gently. It came as a powerful shock when I felt heat surrounding my cock, and then felt his lips close around it at about half its length. As his lips sealed, they began to pull back firmly. My near flaccid dick was being pulled and stretched as he drew his mouth back.

My resolve broke, and I opened my eyes to look down at Cory as his mouth opened again and his head plunged slowly down my limp cock. Now I could feel his warm tongue brush my tip. He firmly but slowly licked at the limp half of my cock inside his mouth. My ass cheeks clenched at the stimulating sensation as Cory pulled his head back to my tip again, his tongue working the whole way.

"Oh god, this is fucking hot."

I glanced over at Nicole when she spoke with feverish arousal. I had forgotten she was beside us for a moment. Her wide sparkling green eyes were fixed on my cock in Cory's mouth. Her bottom lip hung open as her breasts heaved up and down. What caught my attention the most, however, was her hand. While leaning one one hand, her other was between her legs. She rubbed at her pussy through her pink panties slowly, her legs spreading apart instinctively.

At that moment, Cory took my entire half limp cock into his mouth. His nose pressed into my crotch as he rolled my dick around in his mouth with his tongue roughly. Seeing Nicole rubbing herself and feeling Cory working my limp rod in his mouth sent blood pumping into my dick. A cold shiver breath filled my lungs and I gripped the bottle in my hand so tightly that I though it might shatter. I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt, and as to confirm it, my cock pumped harder against Cory's rolling tongue and began to fill his mouth.

When he pulled his head off of my dick again and breathed deeply, I was almost shocked to see that my cock was nearly half erect and nodding stronger. Holding my cock so that it pointed to his mouth, Cory pursed his wet lips and let a string of saliva fall to my enlarging tip. He started to jerk my dick, lubricating it with his spit. I should have been disgusted by what was happening, that a guy was doing this to me, but I was in a daze watching him work.

He worked his hand up and down my dick with the skill of someone who has jerked a dick many times before, someone who knew exactly what would feel absolutely stimulating. I distantly wondered if he was so good at this because he was a guy himself, and therefore knew the right buttons to push. After all, Nicole had mentioned that Cory was better than she was at sucking dick.

My cock was suddenly sliding into his mouth again, and I suppressed a moan of ecstasy as my tip touched the back of his throat. My now semi erect dick felt simply amazing in Cory's warm moist mouth. I never felt his teeth, only his tightly sealed wet lips and his slick tongue gliding across my skin firmly. No one could have been more shocked than myself as my free hand suddenly found the back of Cory's head almost instinctively, gently resting in his soft black hair. I flinched, nearly drawing my hand away in surprise, but everything felt so fucking good that I left it there. I didn't see what it could hurt at this point to show that I was actually enjoying Cory's blowjob anyway.

I watched Cory as he stared in disbelief at the dice in front of me. For a few seconds, the only sounds came from Nicole's stereo. I glanced over at Nicole, who now looked absolutely amused. She swept her pink curls back over her bare shoulders and smiled. I could see a glaze to her eyes, and I could tell that all the beers and the horrible suicide shots were starting to take effect on her.

Something inside of me ached as I looked at the sex dice again. Nicole had been one number away from rolling my number, in which case her full lips would be wrapped around my dick. The dice were clear, though. She had to perform the action on Cory instead, who didn't look thrilled about it at all.

"Whoa, uh... I... dunno, Nikki," Cory slurred. "I don't think I can handle that."

"Uh-uh," Nicole said shaking her head and grinning. "It says to suck your dick. Sorry, babe. Luck of the roll."

"Actually, the verb is lick, Nicole," I pointed out.

She glared at me playfully. "Six here, half a dozen there. It's pretty much the same thing."

Cory glanced at me almost frantically. I could see the fear in his eyes. I cursed silently to myself. While I understood why a homosexual guy would be skittish about having a girl give him a blow job, it made me frustrated because in Cory's position I would have been ecstatic.

"Well, uh," Cory stammered, "I'll... I'll just take the shot."

"Oh no you won't," Nicole scolded. "That's against the rules."

"W-what?" Cory complained. "What are you talking about? I'm opting out!"

Nicole stood and made her way slowly around the table. My eyes wandered down her slender pale body as she smiled wickedly at Cory.

"You can only take a suicide shot if it's your roll," she told him. "You can't take a shot on my roll, babe."

"You're k**ding," Cory groaned. "C'mon, Nikki!"

"My roll, my shot... and I don't want to take the shot," Nicole teased, licking her lips and eying him seductively. She then burst into a small fit of giggles.

"Oh c'mon, dude," she said. "Let's have a little fun, Cory."

I looked at Cory, though it was a bit weird doing so. He was still fully nude, and no matter how much I tried not to look at his bare crotch, I could still see his half limp dick between his legs in my peripheral vision. He appeared to be nervously contemplating his situation. I watched with anticipation before he leaned forward suddenly and snatched the bottle of alcohol from the table.

"Whatever, fuck it," Cory said. "But I'm still taking a shot. I need to be numb for this."

Nicole's green eyes lit up with excitement before she glanced briefly at me. Something in those eyes was teasing me, feeding off of my discomfort and my arousal. She drew close to Cory's naked body as he turned the bottle up to the ceiling and took a few swallows of the vile suicide. I shuddered as I looked on, watching a few drops run from the corners of his mouth and down his bare chest as Nicole knelt between his open legs.

I couldn't believe what was about to happen. My best friend, whom I had lusted over ever since I'd known her was about to give my other friend a blow job. Everything seemed like a dream now, or like I was watching events unfold on video. Cory was naked. Nicole was in her bra and panties. I was slightly aroused but simultaneously repulsed. It was such an odd feeling. It only intensified when Nicole took Cory's flaccid dick between her fingers and began stroking him. Cory flinched at her touch. He looked extremely uncomfortable. His body was stiff like he had grabbed a sparking wire. His lips were a firm thin line on his pained face.

Nicole jerked him slowly, though Cory's dick got no harder from her touch. I tried to focus my gaze on Nicole and her gorgeous petite body. She looked so damn hot in her underwear with her pale skin and vividly colored tattoos. I used to think of her as a tomboy when we were younger, but watching her stroke Cory's dick, she was a sultry punk rock temptress.

Nicole's head turned to the side as she moved her lips close to Cory's dick. She was staring straight into my eyes as she worked his cock up and down. I was petrified. I could only watch as her tongue slipped out of her open mouth and slowly licked at the tip of the limp cock in her hand. My breathing stopped and my mouth hung open. She licked the dick again, this time curling her tongue and moistening it completely. I felt my own cock straightening in my boxers. Nicole's eyes were still locked with mine as she dropped down to cup Cory's balls in her hand and roll her tongue along them as well.

I glanced at Cory to gauge his reaction. He was in the process of taking another drink from the suicide bottle. As he lowered the bottle, his gaze fell on me... all of me. His big brown eyes scanned my half naked body, first down my chest, then further still to linger at my stirring boxer shorts. I couldn't believe it. Cory was watching me while Nicole was licking his dick.

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Looking back at Nicole as she continued her task with more than a little enthusiasm, I was shocked to find that Cory's dick was growing. I glanced back at him to find that he was still watching me through foggy eyes. I couldn't help but watch his smooth shaven cock grow harder and longer in Nicole's hand. Her lips were suddenly around his enlarging head and sliding down his almost erect cock, which caused Cory to jump.

"Whoa holy shit, Nikki!" Cory blurted. "It... it said... t-to lick my dick, not... not suck me off!"

Nicole pulled her head from his dick and swept her pink curls around her neck, smiling seductively up at him.

"It's all the same thing, babe."

Her mouth opened again and she slid Cory's glistening dick inside. Cory instantly took another chug of the suicide, his face contorting with discomfort and disgust. His breathing was becoming labored and I could see sweat beginning to form on his forehead. His eyes found mine again and I glanced away quickly. I could feel my bare flesh grow warm with embarrassment.

I watched Nicole as her head bobbed slowly between his thighs. Her pale hand still pumped his cock, and those piercing green eyes were fixed on me. I could see that she was enjoying this. With her free hand she groped her breasts through the black bra, moaning into Cory's still hardening cock. I couldn't stem the tide of blood that was gushing into my own dick, filling it full until it strained upward against the thin fabric of my boxer shorts.

A feverish moan escaped from Cory's lips, and when I looked at him I saw that his round eyes were staring down at my boxers. He squirmed in his seat, obviously aroused and beginning to feel powerful sensations in his now fully stiff dick. What made me feel odd was that I knew he was gay. I knew he was not simply getting off on Nicole's blow job, but instead was getting more worked up watching me. I wasn't sure how to feel or what to think. My head was swimming, my dick was hard, and I felt like the world had tilted on its axis.

Cory was moaning through closed lips, trying to suppress his growing arousal as best he could. His glossy eyes still danced up and down my body, making me feel really uncomfortable. Part of me wanted to leave out of jealousy and discomfort. Part of me wanted to pull my dick free from my shorts and stroke it, for I couldn't deny that the whole strange ordeal was getting me worked up.

With a final lick to the tip of Cory's dick, Nicole finished her work and stood, wiping her lips with her thumb. She cut her green eyes over at me and gave me a little grin. Then, she looked down at Cory.

"All done," she stated. "It's your roll, Cory."

Cory stared back at her breathing heavily, the alcohol bottle still in his trembling hand and his glistening erect cock nodding between his thighs. He looked as though he had just sprinted a mile. Again my eyes were drawn to his stiff dic