Kevin was not gay. Nope, no sir. He was straight. He liked girls and pussies and boobs. Repeating that to himself once more, he just barely managed to convince himself that he was only upset at the site of Jason with two very busty and thoroughly drugged girls on his arms because he had two very busty and thoroughly drugged girls on his arms.

Kevin wouldn't mind a bit of action with Jas—one of those girls. He watched with narrow eyes as Jason dove toward him, a rather sensual smile on his lips. "Whaz up?" he purred in Kevin's ear, causing a slight shiver to run down the very straight boy's back.

"Rockin' party, man," he replied gruffly, staring down into his glass of beer (Paul probably stole it from his dad's liquor cabinet…).

Jason's smile widened slightly and he leaned in to Kevin's ear, hot breath caressing the side of his face. "Do I turn you on?"

Kevin's face was bright as a tomato, "No! I'm not gay! I like girls and, and—"

Jason's expression had not changed. His dark brown eyes were swimming with humor and (dare Kevin say it?) lust. "Aren't you adorable?" his voice was low and husky, and Kevin felt, much to his shame, his loins stir. Jason leaned in once more, "C'mon, Kev. Ditch those lousy girls. I'll show you a better time than any of those bitches," he glanced disdainfully at the previously mentioned drugged up teenaged girls, who were now singing at the tops of their lungs in shrill, ear shattering tones.

"Jason… You're drunk," Kevin said weakly, trying to lean away and conceal his raging hard on. He gave up trying to prove he wasn't gay and was now trying not to leap on Jason's ridiculously sexy self and ravish him on the spot. Hey, everyone's a bit queer… right?

Jason shook his head wildly, "No, no I'm not," and before Kevin could react, Jason launched across the small space dividing them and placed his lips on Kevin's, practically choking him by shoving his tongue down his throat.

Kevin, gathering himself, shoved the other boy away, "Dude! You don't do that!" he roared, "Give me a warning at least. Jesus."

Shockingly enough, Jason didn't smile again. Indeed, it scared Kevin to find his companion so sober, "Look," he said, "I've been waiting a long time for this. Look, Kev, I really do like you. I just… Sorry."

Kevin was touched, he almost crooned, but figured Jason wouldn't appreciate that. So, he embraced his newly found homosexuality and looked Jason in the eye, "Let's go have hot gay sex in Paul's room."

Jason looked surprised, and then he smiled his lovely smile, "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist my charms. No one can."

"Shut up or I'll change my mind."

"No you won't."

They made their way upstairs, away from the heat of the high school party. "I think it's this one," Kevin murmured, feeling Jason's body against his, and something rather hard… He smirked.

Then Jason roughly shoved him in and locked the door behind him. Then he took the rather dazed Kevin and kissed him again. And this time, Kevin didn't push him away.

There wasn't much difference with kissing a girl and kissing a boy, Kevin decided. Well, if there was, then it didn't matter, because either way, it felt wonderful. Jason had clearly done this many times before. He sucked gently at Kevin's bottom lip gently, and when helpless Kevin's lips parted in a sigh, Jason slipped his tongue into his partner's mouth.

Kevin moaned as Jason's hands slid down his body and fell on the waist of his jeans, which he deftly unbutton unzipped and pushed down. Kevin set out to do the same, and then the two finally parted, pulling off their shirts.

Kevin eyed Jason's broad, muscular formed, feeling rather envious. After all, he was still a teenaged male with insecurities aplenty. Then he saw Jason's approving smile, and shrugged the worry away. Tentatively, Kevin stepped forward, cupped Jason's face in his hands, and allowed his lips to fall upon his. Slowly, sweetly, his mouth moved against Jason's. It was almost loving compared to the two previous kisses.

Jason's hands slowly slid down Kevin's body, leaving behind a trail of fire. Kevin sighed happily. He wrapped his arms around Jason's neck, pulling him close. He felt the pair of lips on his turn up in a smirk.

Kevin froze in shock as Jason slipped his hand into his boxers. Immediately Kevin hardened as his lover brushed the tips of his fingers along the length of his shaft, and Jason chuckled at Kevin's immediate response. "Excited, much?" he said, his hot breath caressing the side of Kevin's face.

Well, it's not that different, Kevin thought, the only difference is it seems that I'm the woman in this situation… He thought of all the times he'd slept with his girlfriend. He froze. "W-wait a second," he muttered.

Jason's wandering fingers halted, and he looked up, impatience shining in his eyes and an eyebrow raised, "Hmm?"

"Are you… are you…" Kevin took a deep breath, "AreyougoingtodowhatIthinkyou'regoingtodo?" he blurted.

Jason blinked in frustration. Being drunk and turned on wasn't helpful in a coherent conversation. It was worse when being spoken to very, very fast. "What?" he finally said sharply.

"Are—you—going—to—do—what—I—think—you're—going—to—do?" Kevin said very slowly.

Jason pondered, trying to think of what Kevin could possibly be thinking at the moment, "Well, I do think that a threesome would be very appealing after this, right? Maybe a foursome… Fivesome?"

Kevin was flabbergasted, "Wha—No, you twat!" though he had to admit, he thought as he recalled the thoroughly smashed girls that Jason had all over him. A fours—NO! He's already cheating on his girlfriend, with a guy no less. Shaking his head, Kevin continued, hesitantly, "Is… is penetration going to happen?"

"Yes, I think," Jason said bewilderedly.

"Oh, okay, just checking. Proceed," inside, Kevin was screaming horror. Damn curiosity! Jason was just glad he could get back to relieving his libido.

Jason shoved Kevin down onto Paul's bed and slowly swirled his tongue around Kevin's nipple. This effectively wiped away any doubt in Kevin's mind, indeed it wiped away any coherent thought period. Jason moved onto the next nipple. Kevin bucked his hips unconsciously.

Jason growled in pain, doubling over and clutching his crotch, "Dude! Is that necessary?"

Kevin glared, "Be a man and keep doing what you were doing, bitch!" he snarled.

Jason was momentarily stunned before smirking slightly, "Yes sir," he saluted ironically. Very slowly, agonizingly slowly, Jason trailed his tongue down. Lower and lower he went until, to Kevin's utter excitement, Jason reached the band of Kevin's boxers. Teasingly, he began to remove the article of clothing, before it was brutally ripped apart by Kevin himself. Jason smirked again before letting his eyes drop. Delicately, he took the hardened organ in his mouth.

Kevin gasped, clutching the bed sheets, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Fuck," he breathed and repeated the word over and over as Jason continued his ministrations, his head bobbing up and down, up and down. He felt Jason begin sucking on the very tip of his cock; he felt the pressure begin to build up to an unbearable point in his stomach. "FU—eh?"

Jason was tediously pulling down his boxers, and then he crawled over Kevin, who was beginning to seize up. "Why—why'd you stop?" he demanded.

Jason didn't answer. In a single movement, Kevin found himself on his stomach, Jason's muscular chest brushing against his back. "What are you doing?" Kevin demanded, feeling with alarm Jason's erecting brushing against his… yes, anyway, Jason leaned down.

"Don't worry, babe," he said in what was supposed to be a comforting tone of voice, "It'll only hurt for a moment, then I swear I'll take you to heaven."

The words were very eerie. Kevin was suddenly taken back to his girlfriends first time. That had been exactly what Kevin had said to her. He contemplated screaming "RAPE!" at the top of his lungs, but then thought of what that would do to his manly image and instead took a very deep breath.

With that, karma slapped Kevin in the face and Jason shoved his dick up Kevin's ass.

Kevin squealed like a little girl, partly in pain and partly in shock and partly in pleasure. He heard Jason grunting as he thrust in and out. Kevin could hardly breathe for a few seconds. Then he felt something growing in the pit of his stomach, a kind of warmth.

He suddenly became very concerned about Paul's bed sheets. Poor bastard, he thought pitilessly.

He moaned a little bit as Jason began thrusting more desperately, breathing as hard as a race horse. Kevin rubbed himself, eyes rolling up to look at the ceiling.

Then there was an explosion just as both Kevin and Jason blew their loads. Not a figurative explosion, but a very literal one. Kevin wondered if their passion had been so great as to cause Paul's house to spontaneously combust. Poor bastard, not only are his bed sheets covered in sperm, but his house has combusted, he thought pitilessly.

Jason and Kevin shared a look, still breathing a bit harder than normal, but now focused. Quickly, the two dressed and ran down the stairs. What they found was terrifying. Everywhere, high teenagers were rolling on the floor laughing their asses off. Jason picked up one of these hysterical persons, "What happened?" he demanded.

The boy, the two quickly identified as Paul, answered giggling, "These two chicks started making out, and one of the guys saw them and started jacking off and then when he came, his—his," he burst out in a fit of mad laughter, "it landed on some wire or something and made the TV explode."

Kevin was supremely disappointed that this explosion was not because his and Jason's passion caused the house to spontaneously combust. Ah well, he thought, he's still got the bed sheets. Feeling liberated, Kevin joined the rest of the room, cackling evilly. Jason stared around him in confusion.

"That's really not that funny," he said.

Fin.