This is a fantasy. As I sit here, I'm in my most fantasy clothes. I'm wearing a pair of lacy pink panties. My legs are coated in my favorite pair of panty hose to the knees. I'm wearing just a little bit of blush and some lipstick. It leaves a slight smudge on my wine glass. When I'm done, I'm going to lie down in bed, pick out my favorite vibrator, and spread my legs and think about this story while I fuck myself. When I'm done, I want you to tell me how hot it made you, and whether you'd like to be fucking me or lying beside me, our asses stretched and satisfied, and share that look of knowing.

It was a hot summer night. The promise of cold beer and good times lured me to David's house. I knew David was gay, and that most of his friends would be gay, but that didn't bother me. I needed to party, and I didn't care if the place was a sausage fest. After all, it wasn't like I needed to get laid or anything. Just last weekend I'd hooked up with that girl at the bar, and she had been wild.

David greeted me at the door. A bit shorter than me, but he kept himself well. I heard he was one of those gym rat gay guys, and I have to admit he was stylishly dressed. "Derrick!" he said, throwing his arms around me. I could smell the liquor on his breath. "Get in here!"

He pulled me in to his living room. Some cheap, cheesy dance music was playing on the stereo and four other guys were sitting around, beers in hand, sitting and looking for all the world like they were just shooting the breeze. David motioned for me to sit on one end of a long couch. He waltzed in to the kitchen and came back with a cold beer. He pressed it into my outstretched hands. "Catch up!" He mimed drinking.

I sipped, and felt the alcohol begin to carry my shyness away. "I'm Derrick," I said, extending my hand to the nearest guy at the other end of the couch, a tall, rangy man with a neatly groomed beard.

"Ron," he said in a deep voice, shaking my hand with a firm grip. Then everyone went around introducing themselves. James, the bespectacled guy in a polo shirt. Terrence, muscular like David but much taller and more built. Eric, clean-shaven and bald, but with a bright smile. David sat down in the big recliner next to Eric. I didn't know if he was dating anyone, so I asked.

"Oh no," David said, laughing. "Dating is for losers. Eric and I just fuck."

I laughed, not really knowing why. We drank and talked about the usual things, like TV, movies and sports. I was even privy to my first straight jokes, and managed to get a few grossed out faces when I mentioned eating pussy.

As the night wore on and the sun went down, we were all a little drunk when Terrence excused himself to the bathroom. When he came back, he was carrying a bag of small, round, pink pills. I eyed them warily.

"Ecstasy!" he said triumphantly. "I got them last night at the club, and my friends said they were awesome. Whose down?"

I had taken drugs before, so I was no stranger, but did I really want to end up rolling with all of these guys? I just needed