Masky's P.O.V
Well shit... This isn't going the way I want it to... Y'see the plan was because it's new years eve, I was gonna get Toby drunk and fuck him... But I can't. He refuses to drink because he doesn't want to end up like his dad. I mean, yeah, I could probably fuck him sober but... He's so God damn shy! I probably wouldn't even get him to suck me never mind let me fuck him! I mean, just think of all the kinky shit we could do if he wasn't so fucking nervous... I haven't ever fucked anything except my hand before, I've never had a girlfriend long enough to even see a pair of tits! But I'm not all innocent, just don't check the Internet history on my phone...
"Toooobyyy!" I whine, watching him play with a loose thread on his Hoodie from the corner of my eye.
"W-What?"... He was still upset about me asking him to drink with me.
"C'mon! Come have a couple with me! It's new years for fucks sake!" He shrunk back.
"I don't want to end up like him. I don't want to hurt anyone I love." He whispered out, bringing his knees to his chest.
"I drink all the time! Please?!" He sighed, getting up off of the floor and reluctantly grabbed a bottle off the bedside cabinet, staring at it. Hesitantly, he brought it to his lips and took a gulp. And another. And another. I smirked and drank some more, throwing my arm around his shoulder and pulling him close to me.
A few beers later, when the pack was empty, we both sighed angrily. Toby looked up at me for a second, before slamming his lips onto mine with such force that I overbalanced. My hands wandered his body, hoping this would be it. I already need him. I pulled off his shirt and started to kiss and bite his neck, my fingers undoing his zipper and button... I looked down below his waist to begin tugging down his jeans, but when I looked back up, I smiled. He'd passed out. I took off his jeans and my own, tucking him in under the blanket and snuggling up beside him. "Goodnight baby... Maybe another time."
