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Part 4 The door closed behind me and I was enveloped in the warmth of the steam room at the same time I was plunged into darkness. I stood statue still for a moment as I tried to get my bearings. Then- hands were on me. At first two, then more. Rubbing at me, pulling me in; desire their clear aim. I wondered how many men were in the steam room and how big it was. The darkness gave way to anonymity and my questions fell to the wayside, perhaps aided by the hazy feeling from the earlier “present” given to me by Daddy D. As the hands groped me, I found myself reaching in return, teasing, wanting, seeking. Lips met mine, my jockstrap was removed. My stiff 7.5” cock was enveloped by a warm mouth as I gasped, moaning in pleasure. Then someone pulled my ass towards them and spread out my cheeks, next thing I knew I was having his ass eaten and I was in heaven. Moaning and delighting. Suddenly a spark lit near my face. There was some kind of bong and a voice whispered into my ear as a pipe was brought to his lips. “Suck in till I say” I was in such a haze of horniness and desire, that I did so without question. When the man said to do so I exhaled a huge white cloud into the steam. The sensation immediately made me hornier. “Give him more” another voice encouraged. “The little slut loves it, he’ll be taking slams in no time.” After another few hits I was flying. I didn’t know what this was but I wanted to feel this way forever. I could hear the door open and shut, admitting more into the darkness, but all I cared about was more cock. The newcomers made their way into the fray, one of them sliding their beautiful cock into my mouth and the other, replacing the guy who was rimming me. He rimmed me for a moment, then he stood. I then felt something blunt at my hole. Cock. I was going to take my first cock. RIght here, right now. He pushed in and I moaned out. I felt so full and so alive. There was a slight pain. But whatever I was high on helped me to know that I needed more of his cock. He obliged, fucking me. The wet sounds of the steam room intensified as other cocks found holes, other hands roamed free. I was in heaven taking cock in both ends, while someone sucked my cock. Then I was pulled off the cock I was sucking and the person I was sucking brought me to their lips, making out with me.Their kiss was hot and charged with passion but also- familiar? “Griff” I whispered. “Shhhhh!” Griff said, realizing who had been sucking him, who he was now kissing. He then brought his lips to my ear nd whispered “I didnt know it was you, but this just became the hottest thing ever, mate.Guess who’s fucking you?” Then the penny fell. I realized who was taking my virginity. I realized my brother Tom, had no idea that the slut he was fucking in the dark was his tag-along kid brother. And it fucking turned me on. I pushed my hole back on his cock with the knowledge it was him “Good boy!” Griff whispered. Then Tom grabbed me from behind saying to Griff “I want a taste too” and brought his lips to mine. The world went still with his cock in my hole and his lips on mine, I kissed back with every ounce of passion I could muster. Iwas in awes and had never been more turned on. “Fuck, you can kiss” Tom said as we broke our lip lock. I want all night with you. Whattya say Griff, should we keep this one all night? “Oh hell yes!” Griff said, all-knowing. “Would you be into some wild piggy party sex with two college boys?” Tom asked me, no idea who he was really asking. Before I could answer someone sparked the lighter to hit the pipe next to us, illuminating my face. There in the light of the lighter I watched the realization fall on Tom’s face. I watched his face go from horny, to confused, to angry, to disgusted, to confused again. “Tom, Before you say anything, let me explain…” Griff tried. But Tom had me by the wrist and was dragging me out of the steam room. He pulled me past the hustle and bustle of the main room. My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner of the warehouse where it was just he and I. "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. We were both naked, we were clearly both high and I wanted nothing more than to keep on going. So- I shot my shot “Then take me home.” “What?” Tom asked as if he hadn’t heard me. Griff finally found us at this moment but kept a few steps back, unsure how to approach right now. “If you don’t want me here, you and griff take me home and make me yours. Or keep me here and make me yours. Griff knows I should be a part of this and you do too. It’s what I want. I have never felt anything like when you were both taking me just now. I knew you two were up to something, and now I know. Now I can be a part of it. A part of you.” “Tag, You don’t know what your talking about.” “Tom, your still hard.” “What?” “If you didn’t want me to be a part of this, you beautiful cock wouldn’t still be hard.” I took the risk and reach out and grasped it in my hand, he moaned. “Tag, don’t…” “Tom, Please…” Then Griff was there, completing our circle. “Tom, he wants this and he’s gonna figure it all out- wouldn’t you rather it be with us than with some creeps or punks?” “Tag, I wanted to keep you innocent” Tom said, his last vestiges of fight falling away. “But Tom, If I’m not innocent, think of all the fun you can have with me…” With that I turned away from my big brother and opened my asscheeks to him, he moaned as Griff pushed him towards me. Moments later if you passed by that corner you world see Tom sliding his bare cock into my waiting cunt ad begin fucking me against the wall while i made out with Griff who jerked both our cocks. I was in the club. I had no idea what I was in for. Our night was just getting started. Griff and Tom were gonna show me everything…

Part 2 of 2: The rap at the door downstair pulled me from my dream. It was insistent and persistent. I dragged myself from bed.- looking to the clock- It was only 10am. Way too early to open the bar and I hadn't been expecting anyone. In just my navy blue briefs and more than a little annoyed, I pulled the door open. "What?" "Are you Simon Berg?" I looked at him blankly. This twink of a boy looked oddly familiar. Couldn't have been more than 20. Striking brown eyes and sandy hair. Where did I know him from? "Yes, I'm Simon. Though it Berg-Dennison. No one has called me Berg in years. My Husband, Well late husband, Link- Our names were joined. Anyway..." I quickly rushed off the end of the sentence as the usual emotions started to rise anytime I talked about link. The Boy simply nodded slowly. We stood in awkward silence as I noticed him drink in my body, I felt a little exposed now in just my briefs However, he seemed to appreciate it, so I smirked hopeful as to where this could lead. He shook himself as if chastising himself for looking at me like that before saying the thing that shocked me and took me back 25 years: "My name is Matthew Trask...The 4th." * *25 Years Earlier:* It was another rainy night in our small town and things at the bar were busy as they could be. I sighed in happiness as I threw the trash in the dumpster. You know life is good when even the shitty tasks bring you joy. Leaving Matthew Trask the 3rd and coming back to link had been the best thing for me. Link and I made love every night, not in the dopey mechanical way that was reserved for once a week sex with Matthew. No, this was wild, piggy, ParTy sex. We fucked and ravaged each other rewriting the language of our bodies as we understood it- finding new levels of pleasure and joy. Inviting others in, going out to bath houses and clubs in nearby cities. Truly living life to the fullest. I turned to go back into the bar as the rain fell on me but a man stood in my path, a man who looked at me with a broken smile before running to me and taking me in his strong, steady arms. The arms I was supposed to marry into. Matthew. "Matthew? What are you doing here?" I asked pushing him off me. "I need you back Simon. I want you." "Matthew.... I'm sorry. But I've moved on. I'm happy here. Please, let me go." And with that I began to walk past him back towards the bar which thrummed and hummed with noises of a good time, no one aware of the magnitude of the conversation happening just outside it's walls. Matthew called after me: "Then give me one night, Simon. You owe me that." That stopped me in my tracks, still faced away from him. I could here him move closer as he spoke until he was whispering forcefully at my ear: "Give me one night with you and your whore. Show me what I couldn't be for you. Introduce me to the world of sweaty, wild, piggy sex that stole you away from me and a proper life." I couldn't believe what he was asking of me, couldn't believe the press of my traitorous cock in my pants. I slowly turned to him, calling his bluff: "And then you'll go?" "And then I'll go." I stared into his eyes for a moment. they were cold and blank, unreadable. I nodded once. "Come in, I'll fix you a drink. Bar's still open for another hour. Then the real fun can begin." * *Present Day* I tidied nervously. as the boy sat at my kitchen table. I had thrown on sweats and a tank top. What the hell was he doing here? How much did he know? Why was he here? I finally joined him at the table. "Well, Matthew. What brings you here?" "Did you know about me? That I exist?" He blurted. "I- uh, yes. I knew your father married a woman and had a son that carried on the family name. After that though- I'd lost touch with him. I haven't seen him since... ** A memory flash of plunging Matthew the 3rd's first slam into him and watching the handsome and composed man unravel into a ball of need and want. He'd always been a top but now he was begging Link and me for our cocks which we happily supplied. ** "Since... " I cleared my throat. "Let's just say it's been awhile." Matthew the 4th looked at me as if assessing me. "So you aren't fucking him still?" "Fucking him? No, God no- I haven't seen him in 25 years." The younger man's face fell "What's going on Matthew?" "Don't call me that, that's his name. Call me Matty." "You're father would hate when I called him that." "I know. That's why I like it." He said with a smirk. Interesting, I thought. "I came out to my parent's recently. I knew they'd be find with it, knew dad was bi. I found out hes been fucking a guy on the side for years- he doesn't know I know. I... Didn't know if it might be you. Had to check. When I came out. After, he pulled me aside and gave me your name and this address and said "I want you to go her and tell Simon to teach my son how to be gay the right way." Do you know what that means? I was shocked. Did my ex really send his twinky young son here for me to initiate into the ways of PNP party sex? Did Matthew the 3rd really regret his life choices that much? I considered this for a long moment, looking the boy over. "Do you want this? Do you know what he wants for you?" "Not fully- " He stood up and removed his shirt "But I think it must involve sex, me and you." He next lowered his pants leaving him standing in a black jockstrap. This beautiful, 20 year old twink stood before me asking me for sex. "Simon, I like older guys. I like that whatever we do here will proably make my father mad. Especially because he expects me to come back. I have no intention of going back to that cage. So- please, teach me. Teach me everything. Free me from my cage." I was up an naked within seconds, kissing him just second later and we were on our way to some very piggy sex. He was everything I'd been missing and nothing like his father. He opened up to my cock and took me in his warm hole and then let me administer his very first slam. As he rushed I could feel the boy contract on my cock, giving me all kinds of pleasure. I thought back to the night with his father ** After we'd fucked him and filled him with our loads he was still begging for more. So we put him on the floor and pissed all over him. Link and I grinned at each other as we degraded this once respectable man of note. He was insatiable and wanted more. More cock, more hold. more than we could provide. So he hopped in his car naked and drove away. We shook our heads and watched him drive away. That was the last time I ever saw him. ** Matty was fucking me. He'd been with me 6 months and was helping me run the bar. I would never replace my Link but Matty was a welcome new chapter. When Matthew the third found out Matty planned to stay with, that we were lovers- he was furious. That hadn't been what he wanted for his boy. He swore he'd come down there and get him himself. Matty told him to do it, but warned him. If you come here- "You know what happens here. It'll change all of our relationships forever. Only come if you never want to go back to you white picket fence life, Daddy." "I made it out last time" Matthew the third said defiantly. "Yes, but have you been happy since?" Matty asked, "Really dad, I want to know? Are you happy playing gold and playing house while fucking some guy on the side and thinking about this world of piggy sex to get off? I think this time between the cock of the man who got away and your son's hole. you'd never leave." Matthew the third fell silent for a long moment except for his heavy breathing. "Enjoy your life, I won't be bothering you." And so me and Matty did enjoy our life. Free from cages. Free from Matthew Trask the 3rd

Patience, patience. Big slams come to pigs who wait.

Let me know if anyone is interest in a part two where an angry Matthew comes for revenge but gets corrupted instead.

His thick bare cock thrusts into my eager hole as i scream out "Yes", I am all tension and you are all sinew and muscle. This chemfuck is on day three and you have been unravelling my body for the entire time in pure ecstasy. * "The landscaping work you've had done looks simply stunning, Simon. You must get me their number." "Of course, Trudy." I answer fake smile plastered on for my soon to be in-laws as they break me from my reverie. My name is Simon and I am going to be married in 4 days to a wonderful man. A wonderful, stable, kind, suitable man. We met after I broke up with Link. After I went too hard for a month and ended up needing a break from "The scene". I'd never thought I'd be saying goodbye to it for good. But Matthew Trask 3rd is everything I should want. and he's been wonderful and is so in love with me. When we make love it's perfectly adequate and once a week on Sunday's. He's the kind of gay where the only thing gay about him is me. My life has become a kind of Stepford life I never thought I would live but I recognize its for the best, it'll be a lot more stable and comfortable and happy and... * Link grins and me and I at him, our slams registered at the same time and we both plunge the drug in. Arms up. Cough. Then we're on each other as the rush hits. We can't wait to be inside one another. it's like we're trying to tear apart time and space to get even closer to each other. theres so much passion and lust- it feels impossible and unsustainable. It's us and it's mine and It's love and its sex. His cock is wet and hard and his hole is open and supple and lets my fist in gently as I suck on him. * This time i break from my day dream and Im at the rehearsal dinner. Everyone is clinking glasses for us to kiss. Matthew kisses me politely. I smile for everyone as we break apart. My heart is beating faster. * I'm high and his cock breaches my hole as i sink onto it. Link broke up last week and I've been such a whore since. Bathhouse, grindr, club. Lather, rinse, repeat. Now we're having out raunchy chemmed up makeup sex and it's perfect and he's perfect and we're perfect. * Matthew Trask the 3rd is waiting at the alter as the crowd gathered grows impatient. Suddenly, an attendant enters and rushes a note to him. It reads: M, I'm not who you think I am. I can't be your husband. I am sorry. Simon * Link is wiping down the counter of the dive bar he owns. Its 2a and he was about to lock up and he's about to give this person hell for walking in after last call but then he see who it is. Simon. "You alone here?" Simon asks? "Yeah." Link states. Simon locks the door he just came through. "You still live upstairs?" "Yeah?" Simon pulls off his t-shirt and throws it on the floor, kicks off his shoes and slides out of his jeans. He stand only in a white jockstrap. "I was supposed to get married today and have a perfect life. But I didn't. I want this perfect life. You in?" With that being said Simon reached in his bag pulled out rigs and a ball and put them down on the counted, Link stared after him dumbstruck as his man opened the door to the apartment and headed home. It was going to be a hot fucking night. "I'll be up in 5 minutes sweetheart, and I want you on all 4's on the bed." "Yes dear!" Simon said. END

Part 3: What happens in the night when you are given permission to unlock your true self for the first time? Well, I was about to find out. I moved about the open warehouse, skirting around the naked bodies of writhing men either dancing or fucking. I felt a bit like the tourist at the zoo, out of place and unsure if I belonged as if separated by a sheet of glass. "You look lost, boy." I scanned the area for where the voice that called to me over the music had come from but no one was looking my way. Must have been calling to someone else. I began to walk some more when a hand arrested my wrist and I looked down. There sitting on a white chaise lounge was a burly muscle daddy with a harness, cap and chaps. He had a cigar in his mouth but what was more, he held a crop in one hand and a leash attached to another boy in the other. Well, maybe boy is too strong of a descriptor. Puppy, may be more accurate. I'd never seen anything like it but this boy was in full pup gear with mask and even a tail! He was sucking on the daddy's cock, shaking his ass so his tail wagged, obviously a very happy pup. "Are you lost, kid? First time here." "Yes...Yes, Sir." "MMmmm.. come, sit on my lap for a minute." I was hesitant but did as i was told, Daddy pulled the pup off his cock. then as i sat on his lap, he grabbed for my pouch and pulled aside the jockstrap and ordered the pup to get me hard. "Oh- he doesn't have to-" but before I could object the pups mouth was on my member, a warmth embracing my cock and I sighed with pleasure and relaxed into the muscle daddy's lap. He took my hand and brought it to his turgid length, still slick with pup's saliva and commanded me: "Stroke while we chat." I did, impressed with his beer can thick cock "The guys here are gonna love a fresh little thing like you. You can call me Daddy D, everyone does. I'd help break you in myself, show you the ropes. But I got my hands full with this little pup-slave of mine. Still house him." He raised his voice to pup. "Isn't that right?" pup moaned something that sounded like agreement around my now-hard cock. "Daddy D, everyone seems paired off I-" "No one minds a little addition to their pairings usually. However if your want a fresh pick of your very own. go to the three doors." By this time i was writhing as daddy started to play with my hole. his fingers were slick with lube that I hadn't seen him apply. "The three doors?" I asked, and Daddy D pointed to the back of the warehouse where, sure enough, along the walls were three doors. "Each has a different aesthetic to it but it's a good cruising spot, out here's more for fucking once you find what you want or showing off." "Alright. I'll give it a go." "Pup, off his cock." And at his command pup release my now straining cock. "Good boy!" I said to him and he wagged his tail before taking Daddy D's dick back in his mouth, pushing my hand out of the way. "Before you go, i have a little present for you to help you enjoy the three doors" Daddy D said as he fingered my hole. "Oh? What's that I asked?" He just smiled and continued to finger me. I moaned into the sensation and closed my eyes, he'd tell me or give me his present in a minute, i figured. Then i felt a burning sensation in my ass and my eyes popped open. "There it is" Daddy D said. "There what is?" I asked confused. "Your present a little treat in your tush, now get out of here and have fun kiddo. Come tell me about the night later!" I stood up from Daddy D's lap and began to move away, the burning sensation still there but also beginning to turn into an insatiable need to get fucked. Had he put a drug in my hole? At this point all I knew is between my present and the Juice Griff had given me I was beginning to feel REALLY good as I made my way to the three doors. I was debating which door to go in first when without seeing me, griff and tom walked by me and into door 2. "Okay, that one's out- Tom can't see me" so i moved to the left to door number one, paneled wooden door that was quite heavy as I pulled it open. As It opened steam poured out as I stepped in to a completely dark room... End part 3. Part 3 is shorter but serves as a major connector. Part 4 and 5 will be major installments and have a LOT of breakthrough's for Tag

Thank you so very much, this means a lot. Thanks to everyone for your kink and kinky words. Working on Part 3, expect it later this week. I have a pretty clear trajectory for the story and no plans to leave Tag, Griff, Tom or you horny readers hanging! Like I said: slow burn but once it get's there it'll be a blazing inferno!

The door slid open and instant overwhelm filled my senses. The music pulsed and the party raged inside, I turned back to Griff. “Where are we, Griff?” I asked. “Welcome to the vortex, Tag. You’re gonna love it. He led me into the room and as soon as we were through the door it slid shut behind us, causing me to jump at the clang it made as it fully shut. I took in the scene before me. It was a wide open warehouse space that seemed to be a pop-up club of some kind. Everyone was writing around dancing or- wait. Were they dancing? Are they naked? I could swear I saw them- “Come with me.” Griff pulled me to a room off to a side before my eyes could fully adjust to the scene before me. We were now in what appeared to be a locker room. Griff brought me to a locker in the corner, 347. He undid the lock. I recognized Tom’s clothing inside. “What’s happening? Where’s Tom?” I asked, growing concerned. “He’s out there having fun, bud. Just like we will be in a minute. There’s a dress code here.Underwear or less only.” Griff said to me. I blinked at him unbelieving. “Is this a joke? Are you pranking me?” “No joke, Tag.” Griff said, stripping off his shirt and tossing it in the locker. He looked good. He- I shook the thought from my head. Then he held my gaze as he unzipped and took off his jeans, putting them in the locker next. He was not in a hot pink jockstrap. My eyes were transfixed by his package. “See, no joke- Underwear only.” “But- I’m not wearing anything to make me look sexy like you. Er- I mean, I’m just in plain boxer briefs.” “I got you covered, Tag. I knew you might not be aware of what went on here so I brought you these.” Griff said, holding out a black jockstrap. I felt my dick jump in my pants, what a traitor it was. I was still so confused about all of this. I thought this would just be like a college frat party or something; a keg, some girls, maybe some pot. Now I had no idea what to expect from here. Griff took my face in his hands and brought my head to his so our foreheads were touching. “Look, I know this may be out of your comfort zone but I promise you that you are going to love tonight. It’s going to open doors for you. IT’s going to change everything for all of us. Tom and I we’ve been having all kinds of new fun and I want you to be a part of it, but Tom thinks you too innocent and doesn’t want to corrupt you. Let’s show him you can handle it- That this was in you all along.” “What was in me?” I asked. Then Griff was kissing me, I was shocked for a moment, then had a moment where I considered pushging him off of me to tell him I was no fag but his kiss felt… right. So I surprised myself by giving in. By kissing him back. We kissed for a few minutes right there at the locker before we broke apart, sheepishly grinning at one another. “You’re gay?” “Fuck, who needs labels kid? If it feels good, it's for me. Are you gay?” I blushed and stammered. He was hitting close to truths I hadn’t confided in anyone yet, hadn’t even acted on yet. ”Don’t worry, Tag. Tonight is going to feel good. I got you. Whatever you are, gay bi, whatever. I love you man, always have. Do you trust me?” “Of course I do.” “Good boy.” Griff said before reaching for then pulling off my shirt, I raised my arms and let him. Then allowed him to unbutton and unzip my pants. I let them fall. He then reached out and felt my bulge in my boxer briefs. “Damn, Tag. You’re big.” I swallowed down before reaching out, with his free hand he brought my hand to his pink jock encased package. “You are too.” “Put these on, then drink this.” He instructed, pulling a bottle with some juice from the locker. “We gotta get out there. It’s gonna be a good night.” I did as I was told, the juice tasted like shit. “What is this?” I asked as I downed the mini bottle of it, he must have spiked it with booze. “It juice with a little something extra, you said you trust me, remember?” And I did. I smiled at the way he watched me put the black jockstrap on. I’d always held a secret attraction to griff and now here we were, it was like a fantasy come true. When I was done, he threw my stuff in the locker and shut it before drawing me to him for another kiss. “Let's go man, tonight begins right now” he turned me around, slapped my ass and pushed me towards the door. Out in the club I felt self-conscious in just my jockstrap and shoes but Griff took my hand and felt reassured. Taking in the scene fully now I noted there seemed to be no women here, only men. They were all dressed in underwear or fully naked. Some did move in syncopation with the music, dancing. However, some also gyrated against each other sexually, making out aggressively or rubbing hard cocks. My eyes bulged looking over and seeing a guy on his knees servicing an older gentleman in leather who gave me a nod when he caught my stare. In another corner in a sling a blindfolded and harnessed guy was taking a cock up his ass while also sucking off a second man. I looked at Griff, then smiled. “This place is insane.” “Right?! We’re like kids in a candy store. Let’s dance.” And Griff pulled me into the mad crush of bodies. There were probably about 35 people in total. As we danced, we made out. Our tongues clashed and my hands found purchase on Griff’s toned body. He ran his hand along my side before bringing them to rest on my ass and pulling me as close to him as he could get me. He whispered in my ear “Tonight, you’re mine. And whoever else you want. But I need to have you, okay?” I could feel a warmth spreading in me and just kissed him more. This was more than I could have wished for and it was happening! Like some fucked up, kinky version of Cinderella where a black jockstrap subbed in for a glass slipper. The warmth I was feeling made me hornier than I had ever felt and I wondered what had been in the juice Griff had given me, but I also didn’t care. I slipped my hand down the front of Griff’s pink jockstrap. He broke from our kiss and looked at me. “Well, well, well. Someone’s eager!” And wasn’t I just that. I wanted him. His cock pulsed against my hand and I rubbed my palm along it before wrapping my hand around its length. “I need it, Griff.” I yelled in his ear over the thrum of music. “I know baby boy, all in good time.” Then a hand landed on his shoulder and spun him away from me, pulling my hand out of his pouch. I whimpered but let him go. When I realized who had spun him around, alarm bells rang out in my hazy mind. Tom. Shit. “Griff, there you are. I was wondering where you’d gone off to. I got distracted by a sexy hole. What have you been up to?” My big brother, Tom, asked Griff. Griff, ever the diplomat, seized control of the situation and feigning dance spun Tom around so now Tom’s back was to me. They gyrated against each other a few feet away and continued a conversation I couldn’t really hear. I knew I was fucked if Tom saw me, and not in the way I wanted to be. He’d probably kick me out, make me wait in the car or something. Why couldn’t he see me the way I saw him? Over Tom’s shoulder Griff signaled to me to go away “I’ll find you.” he mouthed. “Have some fun”. So I did. Feeling warm and horny I ventured off into the club on my own. END OF PART 2 What trouble will Tag up to on his own? Find out in Part 3- coming soon!

My brother Tom pulled me into the dark corner "What are you doing here, Tag? I told you not to follow me." Tom seemed angry and I wasn't sure why. I knew he and his friends were going to party tonight and I usually tagged along, that was how I'd earned the nickname, Tag. So when Tom had told me I couldn't come tonight I took matters into my own hands and FaceTimed Griff, his best friend, and asked him to take me. He'd grinned a devilish grin before saying "Sure kid, I'll pick you up too. Don't tell him though, it'll be our little secret." Griff and Tom had been best friends their whole live's and I'd always been the kid brother. Things were different now though and it made be feel anxious. They were college sophomores, going to school in the city and I was still trapped in our no name town as the clocks at school ticked down my senior year. I wanted to join them in the city next year. Before they'd always let me tag along, drink beer with them and their jock bros but something shifted this year. Now, they came home less and less. When they did they kept to themselves and it was like there was a wall I couldn't get through. It was more then parties too even when Tom was home it was like his mind was elsewhere. I'd confronted Tom about it. He told me it was for my own good that I stay away from them. But now it was Christmas break and they were home, I thought maybe it would go back to normal but it didn't. The holiday was uneventful and now on December 26th they were bailing on our town and driving into the city for a party. A party I wouldn't have known about if i hadn't overhead Tom on the phone. When he got off the call I begged him to take me. "No, Tag." he said firmly. "Why? Why don't you want me around you anymore?" "I'm doing this for your own good. There must be some high school parties for you around her, go to those. Go to the movies, fuck a chick. I don't care what you do- but you aren't coming with us." Tom wanted to leave me behind again? Not a chance. The thought of being left behind was unacceptable. That's why I reached out to Griff, I had to join them. I'd had beers and pot with them before, I could handle tonight too. Whatever they were up to. Couldn't I? I was nervous waiting for Griff a block away from my house. He was going to pick me up first, hide me in the trunk of his CR-V before then going and picking up Tom for the drive into the city. The drive into the city was uneventful. Anytime Tom went to say something about the party Griff changed the conversation, almost as if he didn't want me to know what I was in for. I kept quiet in the back and Tom was oblivious to my presence. When we got there the doors opened and they got out. The doors slammed and they were gone. I was to wait until Griff came to get me. I did, slowly removing the blanket from on top of me and looking around. The street we were on looked a little sketchy, we were definitely in the city. Twenty minutes went by. Where the fuck was he? Finally the trunk door popped open and Griff led me in to an unmarked building on a city street. "This isn't like the other parties, Tag. Those were high school parties. Just remember you asked to come. I think you'll like it though. Tom didn't want this for you but I know better. I know you're one of us, you always have been." Griff explained to me as he slung an arm around my shoulder. What was he talking about? Whatever it was it made me feel good to hear him include me. We had walked up five flights. Now a door was in front of us, one of the steel doors on a track, Griff slid it open and my whole life changed... *End of Part 1... (this will be a series, a slow burn but worth the wait)

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