Nate: Obviously, spin the bottle is a stupid and immature game played by teenagers... So why am I sitting cross-legged on a living room rug at thirty? After a game of beer pong, it just kinda happened.
Maybe everyone is too drunk to notice that there are more men than women in our circle. Everyone except for me... In any case, this party ended up being a sausage fest. I didn't come here to get laid, I just noticed things. I notice Brandon staring at me from across the circle as a drunk lady leans against my left side.
“It's my turn!” she shouts.
She spins the bottle haphazardly in the middle of the rug. The bottle points to someone I don't know. When he gets up, he drags her to the couch and puts her on his lap. There's no denying that it would be nice to kiss someone... I'll admit that I'm a little bi-curious (After a beer or two. Tomorrow I'll be a perfectly straight man).
As Brandon gazes directly at my eyes, he purrs, “It's my turn.” The deep tone of his voice sends shivers down my spine. In a methodical manner, he places the sticky beer bottle on the rug then spins it slowly. He's trying to make it land on someone in particular. Who does Brandon want to kiss? Looking at the once large circle, it has significantly shrunk....
This is a MM gay erotica intended for adult audiences