The House Party

Can David provide the distraction Benjamin needs?

I had recently ended a five-year relationship and was ready for a distraction.
So when an acquaintance told me about a house party he was throwing, I found myself saying yes to the invite.

I didn't really know anyone at the party but struck up a few casual discussions here and there. The guests were kind, and the drinks were plentiful, but I thought of calling it a night.

Until I saw him.

As he went through the crowd, it was as if he didn't know the definition of the word stranger, striking up conversations with everyone he came across. Handsome, with a kind smile, this man certainly caught my eye. He walked around with a strong display of self-assurance and just oozed natural charisma.

I was sure he would just walk past me. So you can imagine my surprise when he pulled up a seat right next to me.

"Hi, my name is David," he said with a cheerful smile.

"Benjamin," I replied in kind.

We began to make small talk, and I discovered David was the older brother of my acquaintance, worked in sales, and also loved board games.

Small talk soon became more personal, and I was taken aback when he started hitting on me; I had no idea he was into men.

David, on the other hand, had immediately pegged me as gay. I guess all my stolen glances his way wasn't as sly as I thought!

Less than an hour later, we were back at his yellow Sandstone house. His front door led to a spacious hallway filled with a kaleidoscope of memories. Photos covered the walls. In each frame, David was surrounded by what I presumed to be friends and family. Many were laughing and looking at David as if they had been captured mid-way through a joke. This was a man beloved by those in his life.

But we both understood why we were here.

As the door closed quietly behind David, his forceful voice told me to strip.

Quickly.

Of course, I obeyed and found myself in just my underwear a few seconds later.

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