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I didn't know how Adam had talked me into this. I hated going to things like these. His friends and I got along fine, but I didn't have too many friends myself. I think he was trying to get us all to bond and me to come out of my shell, but I just didn't really do the party thing. But... I guess some free beer couldn't help.

We got to the Hardy's and Matt answered the door. When we got inside, we saw Chris in the corner showing Jeff some chords on the guitar. Sean, Jesse, and Billy were taking shots of some amber liquid, while Hunter was struggling rolling a joint.

"Bro! You need me to show you that shit again?" Jesse joked, getting a middle finger in response.

I was surprised that was all I saw when I when I walked in. I thought when he said we were going to Jeff and Matt's to party, that meant an actual party. This was just a hang out! At least that's what I thought when the night started...

About an hour later, we were all pretty buzzed. We sat in a circle on the floor, passing bottles and joints back and forth. Hunter and Sean were staring at some porno mag one of them had snagged from their dad, laughing at the ridiculous size of the girls breasts.

"Well, at least she'd never drown. Not with those built in flotation devices!" Hunter said, with a drunken laugh way louder than he realized.

"Hey, I got an idea!" Jeff said, with a devilish grin. "We're gonna play truth or dare!"

"Dude, come on, we're not 12." Adam jested.

"Yeah, but it's so much funner when you're drunk! You'll see! But there's one rule... you cannot back out of anything. It doesn't matter what." He said. "Now... Truth or dare, Adz?"

"Truth." Adam replied without hesitation. He wasn't that drunk yet.

"How far did you get with that Trish girl down the block?" He asked, getting up to grab a few more chasers from the fridge. "I saw you leave with her at Mark's last weekend!"

"Oh dude! I went out to the back yard to smoke a cigarette. I saw her lying down on the bench back there. So I asked what was wrong and she told me she was getting dizzy and shit. I think that Andrew dude had slipped her something. I gave her a ride home, that's all!" He said. Yes, I was pretty proud of my brother when he had told me the story.

"What's the matter, Adam-antium? She not quite your type?" Jeff asked, as he sat down in his lap, throwing his arms around Adam's neck and batting his eyelashes up at him.

Adam didn't answer, just asked, "Billy, truth or dare?"

We watched Billy get naked and go ask the neighbor for sugar. Sean had put his hair in pigtails and sang 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun'... which I could have gone my whole life without seeing. Matt telling about when he fooled around with that Lita chick from school. Chris had eaten ice cream off of the floor. We kept going, enjoying laughs and embarrassing stories. I was actually having a good time! Until...

"You know what I just realized? Jay hasn't gone yet!" Jeff said, stumbling to get up and get over to me. He threw his arm around my shoulder, his lips kinda close to my ear, and said, "For that, you have to do a dare. And, for that... you have to give Adam a lap dance."

"Dude, we're brothers." I replied, simply.

"Not real brothers." He replied. Which was true, I was adopted. When I was about 5, I went away to my grandmother's house for the summer, so my parents could try to work on their relationship. One night, when they were coming home from a date, they were hit by a car that was in a high-speed chase with the police. They both died on impact. I was going to live with my grandma but she died shortly after. His mom didn't want me to get sent into foster care. She was best friends with my mom, so it just seemed natural that they take me. And I was so glad they did.

"Jeff, I don't know, man." Adam said, nervously.

"Come on! It would be sexy as fuck." He replied, bluntly. "Does anyone protest? Really?" He asked to reply of a bunch of wide open mouths and shaking heads that, no, they didn't.

I looked to Adam and raised my eyebrows in a silent question. Was he okay with this? He looked a little scared, but stood up, and went to go grab a chair from the kitchen as Hunter found a song on the radio that would work. He poured a couple shots, and beckoned me over with his finger. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close. He said, "It's okay" as he handed me my glass and downed his in a flash. I followed suit, drinking it quickly. "Hey, just pretend no one else is here. Pretend I'm someone you got a crush on... just... not too much though." He advised, with a small smile.

Okay, yeah. I had had a crush on Chris for a while now. And I guess, if that was the only thing was going to get me through this, then I'd have to try it out. It was a better plan than no plan, which is what I had.

He sat down and I felt him grab my belt loop, pulling me closer. I grabbed his hand, and smacked it, saying, "Uh uh. You don't get to touch the stripper."

He put his knuckle in his mouth, sucking at the stinging skin for relief. "Oww, Jase. That hurt!" He whined. I laughed and grabbed that hand, kissing the top, and saying my apologies. He smiled in forgiveness, and I suddenly remembered everyone was watching us, expecting their show.

I put my hands on his shoulders and began moving my hips, tentatively, back and forth. Too shy to be doing this for sure, especially with an audience. But I breathed in slowly and just remembered Adam's words. Just pretend no one else is here. I began moving more slowly, sensually, as my hands trailed down his chest and shot to his knees, spreading them instantly. I turned my body around so my back was facing him. I bent forward, gyrating my hips to the beat, inches... no, centimeters above his crotch.

I was trying to picture Chris there - his face, his body, his metallic blue eyes. But all I was seeing was Adam. His eyes were half-open and his tongue kept darting out to wet his lips. I had to turn back around, so I wouldn't look at him. I leaned back into his chest, putting my face in his neck, and I felt his breath hitch in his throat. I was grinding down in his lap, tugging at my hair and flipping it back and forth with my movements. I swear, I almost heard a low, deep groan escape his lips.

Holy shit. Was I making him horny? I had to admit, I did kind of enjoy that I could open myself up like this. I almost pictured myself crying and having to run to the bathroom or something. But... did it have to be Adam? And did it have to be turning me on a little too?

Then, I felt it. When I moved my ass down onto his crotch, his cock twitched in his pants. He was getting hard! Oh god, this is wrong! My eyed widened with fear and shame. I mumbled something about needing a cigarette and heading out the front door to the porch. Someone had left their pack out there and it had been so long since I'd had one. Adam would probably kill me any other time. He hated that he smoked, but just couldn't quit. He told me he had better never catch me with one, and I was good at hiding it before, but this should be an exception. I grabbed one, lighting it, and inhaling, desparately trying to find that calming of nerves.

I put my head in my hands after exhaling, and saw it. My dick was half-hard too. I guess in all the excitement, I hadn't noticed. Then again, I'm a 16 year old boy. My dick is always half-hard. Same with Adam. He's 16 too. He gets a boner watching paint dry. So, we can't really be too ashamed of what happened, right? Just two crazy teenagers with their wacky hormones.

I hadn't noticed Adam take the seat beside me until a minute later, when he opened the pack and took one too. "Ma will kill you for smoking, you know."

"You too. I'll keep your secret if you keep mine." I said, hoping he got the hidden connotation.

I held out my lighter and he took it and said, "Yeah, you know I will."