When we heard about the party it actually sounded like a good time: good food, free drinks, and a nice room to for some great sex afterwards. Nick and I decided to bring it up a notch and even reserved one of the suites with a hot tub to get all hot and slippery in. No one except Char knew about our relationship, or whatever you want to call it, and we figured we could just say that we were sharing a double room to save money.
Unfortunately, it seemed as if all of our plans had been ruined not long before the night came. Nick had been recruited by a different company and he had been considering it. It required him to move to Boston and wasn't something he could pass up, if he got it—it was a big step up.
They had let us know a little over a month in advance about the party so everyone could make the reservations and whatnot. At that time, Nick had only just been told he would be given what would most likely be a lengthy interview process, so there was no real reason to not plan for it. The thing was that Nick absolutely kicked ass right off the bat, and they hired him on the spot. He was understandably excited as he told me about it at his apartment:
“So when do you start?” I asked, trying to conceal my slightly selfish disappointment and keep from dampening his spirits.
“In two weeks!”
“Two weeks? ...That soon?”
“Yep! They want me up there as soon as I can be—I gave my notice today.”
“Wow!”
Nick began to pick up on my vibe. “Hey... It's not like will never see each other again.”
“You're right, I'm sorry. I really am happy for you, it's just... I'm going to miss you.”
“What? You still have Char to talk to at work,” he joked, poking me in the side.
“You know what I mean,” I replied, finally cracking a smile.
“That's better,” he grinned back, “and I'll miss you, too.”
We hugged tightly and I began to feel a lot better. “Okay, then! It is Friday night after all—we should go out and celebrate.”
“Absolutely, we should!” Nick cheered.
“Well, it's your night, what do you want to do?”
He thought about it for a few moments. “How about dinner at a nice place?”
“I love it—and maybe some dancing afterwards...?”
“We'll see about that.” Nick wasn't a big fan of dancing, so I was surprised to hear him even entertain the idea.
We decided to open a bottle of wine and have a few drinks first. It was still a touch early for dinner and it gave us a chance to pick out a restaurant as well as him being able to tell me more about his new job. I won't bore you with all the details, but it was a tech startup that he was going to and he was going to be their V.P. of marketing—the man was talented.
Three glasses later, and we were ready to get a move on.
“We should get a cab,” Nick suggested.
“Good idea—the wine's going down pretty damn smoothly.”
“You Wisconsin boys!”
“Hey,” I rebuttal sardonically, “it's my culture.”
“So sorry,” Nick laughed. “How about you arrange a cab, and I'll go find us something to wear?”
“Perfect.”
I was certainly not dressed for someplace nice but luckily Nick and I were close enough to the same size that I could wear his clothes. By the time I had arranged for a cab, he came out of his bedroom holding up two different outfits. “What'da think?”
I looked them over a couple of times. “I'll go with the white button-up and khakis—you should wear the blue sweater and black pants.”
“Good choice.”
Nick always looked amazing in blue. “I know.”
“Did you get a cab?”
“Yeah, it'll be here in about fifteen minutes.”
“Great! One more glass of wine while we get dressed, then.”
About a half hour later we were at the best restaurant in town: not too extravagant, but still very good with amazing food. A whole bottle of wine went down between us as we ate, and Nick was getting more and more jovial as the night went on.
“So, how about some dancing, now?” I asked after the check came.
“Let's do it!” he practically sang out.
He seemed incredibly excited about the idea, and I could hardly believe it.
“Awesome! So where to?”
Nick got a gleam in his eye and then lowered his voice. “I've actually heard about a new place... Not exactly a gay club, but from my understanding, we won't get beaten up there for dancing together.”
“I like the sound of that—especially the not getting beaten up part. Where's it at?”
“It's in Ashland." This is the next town over.
“Another cab, then?”
“I guess so.”
Another taxi was arranged and about forty minutes later we were at the club. It was pretty cool but nothing out of the ordinary when it comes to nightclubs: kind of dark with disco lights and very loud music. Although, what Nick had heard was evident as we walked in by the sight of multiple same-sex couples dancing together right next to straights. It was refreshing to see that level of acceptance.
A hard liquor drink really got our motors running, and we were soon out on the dance floor slithering and grinding on each other all over the place. It was a side of Nick I had never really seen. He was usually so reserved, and to be completely honest, the man had very little rhythm. I sometimes couldn't help but shake my head in amazement watching him gyrate and giving it his all out on the dance floor.
But after all that dancing and breaks for more drinks, the terrible room lights came on, telling us it was time to go. Fortunately, Nick had the wherewithal to order us one more cab when the bartenders started yelling the last call. We chugged down our last cocktails, and it was already waiting for us when we walked out the door.
“Have fun, guys?” the blonde, female, thirty-something-ish, cab driver asked with a big grin as we spilled into the back seat.
“Oh, yeah,” I mumbled, always sounding the most Scandinavian when I'm drunk (not that I'm ashamed).
“That's good,” she laughed as she started the meter and pulled out. “I've heard a lot of great stuff about that place.”
“It's pretty awesome!” Nick interjected with a slight slur.
“That's what I've heard,” she laughed again, “for the right kind of people, at least.”
She then turned her head back and gave us a big smile. “My name's Shauna. Now you boys just cuddle up, relax, and keep enjoying yourselves—we've got a bit of a drive ahead of us.”
I don't know if she was a gay or bi or whatever, but it was obvious she didn't really care if we were either way. After she turned on some really old-timey, country music—that I surprisingly found very relaxing at the time—Nick and I sunk into our seats. It was going to be at least an hour-long drive so there was no reason to not get comfortable. I also can't say that her telling us to cuddle up and more importantly, “keep enjoying ourselves,” wasn't an invitation—at least as far as I was concerned.
I moved to my left, getting right next to Nick, and began to nuzzle his neck with kisses. I then moved my right hand to his crotch and was almost shocked to find not only his fly already open, but his cock semi-erect. We were clearly on the same wavelength, and without a moment's hesitation, I took hold of it and began stroking.
We locked lips as I started tugging on him harder, and the music mysteriously became louder as we went at it. When he reached full-mast he moaned, pushed my hand away, put his mouth to my ear, and whispered: “Suck me.”
I looked forward, finding Shauna paying no attention to us, and figured I might as well—God knows I wanted to! All that dancing had left both of us pretty sweaty, and when I bent down, his sent nearly overloaded my senses. He was as strong as I had ever smelled him and it drove me into a frenzy. Within seconds I was gobbling his prick like a starved dog, taking it deep down my throat.
Up and down, up and down I went until finally lifting me up and leaving his tool a slathered mess of thick saliva, Nick pulled my face to his and kissed me on the lips. “I really want to fuck you.”
“Did you just say you want to fuck me?” I asked with the music being almost blaring loud.
Nick just nodded.
“Right here? Right now?”
He just nodded again with a devilish look in his eye.
“Why not?” I answered, getting the feeling by then that our cab driver was not going to care what the hell we did in her backseat.
I turned over onto my right side while pulling my pants down to my knees, and after mopping up more of my slimy spit from my mouth, I worked it into my asshole and waited for Nick to enter me. The first few attempts were a little difficult but we eventually got into a good enough alignment where he could get his hard cock up my ass.
“Oh! Oh, hell yes!” I moaned and then quickly covered my mouth as his penis went deep into me.
I looked up to see if Shauna had noticed the shenanigans going on behind her, half expecting her to pull the car over and telling us to get out that instant, but instead, found her adjusting her rear-view mirror. We made eye contact in the process, and she just gave me an approving wink before moving it into a better position to see the action. I also noticed that the music volume had been turned down some. I doubt Nick was aware of any of these things as he plowed into me, but the idea of her listening and stealing glances of us together was a major turn on for me.