Okay, I'm a little new at this so sorry if I mess this up first go. Because it's been 5 months since the last round even though we haven't been busy. I figured I might as well earn my keep and try to get this place alive again...
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(619): I mean how do you tell a nurse in the ER that you dislocated your knee giving a blowjob to your boyfriend.
(1-619): Very innocently.
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(972): I just horrified a large group of people. Congrats on dating me.
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(530): I really don't want to. I just don't know how to nicely say "dude I'm having a rough time in life right now and I just need to dress like a stripper cop, get shit faced, and have dirty crazy sex"
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(253): The problem with never associating with your roommate is that you never know if they're dead in their room with the door closed or just gone for the weekend...I sprayed some febreeze just in case.
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(256): I NEVER left your party last night of anyone asks.
(747): Yeah, I didn't wake up handcuffed to my bed either.
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(724): So he was supposed to be helping me with my math but instead we ended up drinking coconut rum in his basement and having sex. I think my mom was right, getting a tutor will be good for me. Relieves the stress.
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(502): It wasn't really sex. It was just rolling around, trying to make sure his dick didn't end up in my ass
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(203): Nights of college: 1. Virgins: 1. Yes.
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(951): I did that thing again where I get way too drunk and go gay. Then wake up in the morning and freak out at the person. Yet another bar I cannot go back to
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(479): hey, can i borrow that thing you never use?
(1-479): what?
(479): your penis
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(407): I'm not saying he's gay. Just that he prob knows what a dick tastes like
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(510): turns out gay frats are just like normal frats, only with more v-necks
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(203): Nights of college: 1. Virgins: 1. Yes.
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No one notices; they're all in various stages of intoxication.
The alcohol burns a little on the way down, but it's no longer the hellfire it was when they had started drinking a of couple hours ago. They've progressed considerably well (or worse, depending on your point of view, but personally Eduardo's having a fabulous time) since then and have shed both a great amount of propriety and clothing by way of strip poker. Dustin's managed to retain his socks, pants and an undershirt, while Eduardo has embraced his lack of skill, doing away with everything on his upper body, his belt, his shoes, his socks and his pride. And he's about to contend with his pants.
Eduardo is spectacularly bad at poker, which he has always thought to be an incredibly strange phenomenon. He's good with numbers and he's smart with his money; by all rights he should be kicking everyone's asses and collecting a tidy sum (of chips, of course, and assorted personal items, because they can't be bothered to use real money.)
Maybe it's the alcohol, or maybe he's a little too trusting. Either way, he doesn't have the mind or the desire to think too much about it right now. He's too busy trying desperately to decide if it's worth staying in with a pair of fours or if he should fold and immediately forfeit his carefully pressed slacks.
"C'mon Wardo, don't be a chicken," Dustin screeches, and it's a testament to how intoxicated Eduardo is that he doesn't think twice about the mention of poultry. He puts in an amount that may or may not be equal to the current bet, but in the end the pot goes to a girl sitting in just a camisole and panties. She starts singing something that might be the national anthem. He's not sure which country.
Off come the pants. He feels flushed and daring and stupid in a really wonderful way. Down goes another shot, as per the rules, though they've really stopped keeping track.
Soon enough everyone is in various stages of nudity and they lose interest in the poker game. How it morphs into truth or dare, though, Eduardo will never know. He isn't paying a terrible amount of attention. He's thinking about Mark and wishing he was here, because he really does love seeing Mark without so many clothes on. It's one of his favorite things.
"Wardo!"
"Hn?" Eduardo looks up with a vague noise of incomprehension, but smiles all the same. Dustin has a nice face; how has it escaped his notice? Or has it? He's having such a great time, even without Mark. Even if he's pining and thinking about sucking-
"I said truth or daaare, Wardo?" Dustin is fairly incoherent at this point.
"Both." So is Eduardo.
"Both?" It's a revolutionary turn of events.
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"Both!" He is sprawled out on floor and smiling at the ceiling, vaguely aware that he's a little cold in just his boxer briefs, but there's a comfortable warmth in his stomach.
Dustin cackles, which is usually a bad sign. He confers in noisy whispers with Billy and one of the girls.
"Ok!" Dustin raises an imperious finger, but can't seem to decide where to point it. "What is your favorite sexual position? With Mark. And for the dare," there is a pause. "Demonstrate. With your," Dustin gestures vaguely, "body."
Eduardo cackles too, and there is a curl of embarrassment and arousal making itself at home with the alcohol now, because he's thinking about having Mark on his back and Mark's cock in his mouth and Mark's fingers in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting. And he's thinking about Mark pushing his hips up enough that Eduardo almost can't handle it-
All of this is tumbling out of Eduardo's mouth and it's met with a variety of cries and sputters and a generous helping of laughter.
He mimes the position. From both sides.
Later, he concentrates very carefully on composing a text message.
I just horrified a large group of people. Congrats on dating me.
The response comes ten minutes later. He rolls his eyes, because of course Mark is still up writing code, but the smile on Eduardo's face afterwards is wide and silly.
thanks. it's a real honor.
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