"C'mon in, Chad and get out of those wet clothes," Bruno said with a grin.
Chad was glad to get into the warm house, so he squeezed by Bruno and through the doorway. He felt Bruno's hand squeeze his butt cheek as he entered.
There were a crowd of young men in the dimly lit living room. Music blared, incense and cannabis smoke filled the room. Chad waded through the crowd heading for a dark corner. Suddenly, felt an arm draped across his shoulders. A glass tray with three large shot glasses filled with different color drinks.
"Jello shot, Chad?" offered Rick.
Chad reached out and grabbed one. He tipped it back. He hadn't had anything but cum to eat or drink in the last - who knows how long. The liquid was cold and slimy. It warmed as he swallowed. Damn, it still tasted like cum, maybe everything tasted like cum now?