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Sex or Suicide

... straining against my jeans. I could feel myself blushing as I slid my chair back under the table. I glanced at Cory who appeared very amused. He smiled and shook his head. "How long have you been waiting for that to happen?" "I think it's your roll, man," I replied. Cory sighed heavily and reached for the dice. He wasted no time as he let all three dice roll to the table. The three of us examined the dice. "Dammit," Cory muttered. "Aww, what's the matter, Cory?" Nicole teased. "You don't wanna suck my crotch?" "Sorry, Nikki, you're not my type," he told her. He pulled his shirt over his head and flung it aside, and I just barely caught saw his shy glance towards me. Cory was in pretty decent shape and it wasn't the first time I had seen him without a shirt, but now it made me a bit uncomfortable after hearing that he had once been attracted to me. It made me feel like I shouldn't see any part of his body bared. He grabbed one of the three shot glasses and brought it to his lips. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath and let it out. "Just don't think about it, man," I said. My words must have encouraged him somehow, for he turned the shot glass up and swallowed the contents quickly. He immediately began chasing the shot with his beer. I watched as his face warped into an expression of pure disgust. Cory slammed the can down with a gasp and let out a sickly groan, his face still contorted in revulsion. Nicole tossed back her head and laughed. I gave a small chuckle, but ...

... I was really amazed at the impact that the shot had on Cory. He might have been gay, but usually he could drink me under table. I had never seen him react that way to a shot before. He was still shaking his head and holding his stomach. He gave me a very pained look, and I couldn't help but dread taking a suicide shot after watching Cory. "It's you're turn, Derrick," Nicole grinned. I rubbed my hands together and fetched the dice from the table. I shook them in my hand awkwardly while Nicole watched with amusement. She sipped her beer and studied me with her sparkling green eyes. I looked over at Cory who was still recovering from his suicide shot. He was breathing heavily and watching my shaking hand. It suddenly made me awkward making the motion. I found myself wondering if it turned him on to see me jerk my hand back and forth. Ignoring my absurd thoughts, I let the three dice fall to the table. "Awesome," Nicole laughed. "Derrick has to lick your lips, Cory." I saw Cory's wide eyes flick over to mine with anticipation. "Unless I take a shot, that is," I said as I reached for a glass without hesitation. "Oh, c'mon," Nicole complained. "What's the fun in that?" "There isn't any," Cory told her. I honestly wasn't sure if Cory said that because he was being sympathetic about the horrible shot I was about to take, or if it was because I had declined to perform an action on him. I chased the thoughts from my head again and held the shot before me with my beer prepared in the ...