eight - game

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"Toby! Toby! Toby!" The crowd cheered furiously around him while others clapped in the colorful water of the pool.

The freckled teen drank a whole litter of vodka in five big swallows. He gasped for air and tumbled to the floor gaining cheers and pats in the back from boys through the cheering.

The world around him was blurry and amazingly moved in circles. There was nothing occupying his mind with all the alcohol running in his blood. "This is amazing." He cracked in laughter and laid in the grass. Girls from the crowd helped him up, took his shirt off and layed him in a table.

He shivered because of the cold liquid poured in his chest and at the end of his black jeans. The strong smell of liquor standed even more in the air.

"It's your turn Tim!" he heard a girl shout besides him.

His drunk vision became more clear. The girls pushed a hot brunette man to the clear spot where he laid. Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, but the man that standed next to him was gorgeous! he couldn't help but smirk.

"My name is Timothy, call me Tim." The man whispered. A pleasent shiver made him want to get up and kiss him. God dammit his voice! Toby bited his lip and laughed at the same time. But his chuckle was cut off quickly when he felt a tounge in his chest. He stiffened but brush it off with a smile and shut his eyes enjoying the moment.

Toby was sure the girls fangirling could be heard a kilometer away. Men were just drinking and watching Tim lick the liquor off the teen's abdomen while the other squirmed and blushed. His drunken mind wished nothing down his waist was reacting at the licks of Tim, but he wasn't sure.

With a last swallow of the burning liquid Tim's head rested in Toby's stomach smirking to himself waiting for the people around them to leave.

Looking around nobody stood there, they were minding their own business. He approached the teen's face and kissed him hard and desperately. Toby responded by smashing his lips in Tim's neck leaving some red marks.

"How about we take this game to my house, Toby?"

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