What Happened at That Barbecue I Never Told

“Dude, I’m throwing a barbecue at my place this Friday. You in, right?” Darío blurted into the phone in that voice of someone who already takes the answer for granted.

“Of course, you know I never bail,” I told him, and it was true. I’ve always liked that kind of plan.

Darío and I have known each other since we were six. Even though life has taken us down different paths, we’re still the kind of friends who seek each other out no matter what. We’re around twenty-three now, we live in the same city and just a few streets apart, so we always manage to find time to see each other, even if it isn’t always easy.

The house —actually his parents’ place, since he’s an only child— is on the outskirts, in a row of townhouses surrounded by small apartment buildings. The way the inner courtyards are laid out gives them quite a bit of privacy. His father bought a stone barbecue years ago, and we take advantage of it whenever we can. This time his parents were leaving for the whole weekend, and Darío, taking advantage of the fact that it was August and the nights were gorgeous, wanted to throw “a proper one and drink until the sun comes up.”

“There’ll be five of us tonight: Noa, Bruno, Lucía, you, and me,” he listed as we waited our turn at the butcher’s to buy the meat.

The people who showed up at those barbecues varied a lot from one to the next, depending on who was coming into or out of Darío’s life at the time. But there were always two constants: him as the host and me, who more than once canceled other plans just to not miss it. That night we were going to be a small group, and by chance it was the bunch closest to him.

By six in the evening, the two of us were already at his place. His parents had gone. We started putting away everything we’d bought: ribeyes, blood sausage, chorizo, longaniza, beer, wine, gin. The night promised a lot.

We opened the first cans while we prepared the firewood and waited for the others, who were supposed to arrive at nine. All that was left was to put on music, drink, and let time pass.

The first to show up was Noa, at eight. She was from our city and knew full well that we always started ahead of time, so she decided to join early. We thought that was great.

“Here’s your beer, Noa, so you don’t fall behind,” I said, winking and holding out a cold can. She thanked me with a huge smile.

“Tonight’s going to get wild, huh? Come on, let’s toast,” she replied, and we did.

Darío and I both love fire. By the time Noa arrived we were already lighting it, and a little later we had a proper flame going, waiting for it to die down to the perfect embers for cooking.

At nine ten, Bruno and Lucía arrived. They were both from another city and had come in the same car. Like Noa, they got their beer without delay, and we toasted again.

Half an hour later, Darío and I, as always the ones in charge of the grill, already had the first cuts of meat over the flames. He, hot from the barbecue, the beers, and the midsummer atmosphere, had taken off his T-shirt. I took the opportunity to grope him a little, grabbing his ass every now and then. I’m bisexual, and Darío has known that for years, just like the other three waiting at the table. We’ve done things together before, nothing too crazy, and even though he still considers himself heterosexual, he doesn’t shy away from enjoying a man when the occasion comes up. I’ve been clear about myself since I was fifteen.

Even though Darío pretends my games with his body annoy him, he never really stops me. In fact, when I stop paying attention to him, he’s the one who comes looking for me with any excuse. Deep down, he likes me chasing him.

Past ten, the smoke had clung to our skin and we were all sitting at the table, having dinner.

“Ugh, I’m roasting with this damn barbecue,” Darío complained.

“Then take your pants off, you’ll be cooler,” I joked from the other side of the table, winking at him.

“Look at that, Marcos has had a good idea,” Noa laughed.

“Yeah, sure, once I finish dinner I’ll take them off, but just to have a proper shower. No one’s going to see anything!” he shot back, while I imagined that shower more than I should have.

“I’d hose myself down with cold water; I’m sure that’d feel amazing,” Lucía commented.

“That’s a great idea, Lucía. Darío, if you want, I can cool you down with the hose,” I said.

“Can’t I get one peaceful meal from you people?” he shouted, pretending to be offended, though we all knew he loved being the center of attention while he devoured the food and emptied cans nonstop.

Bruno was sitting between Lucía and me. He wasn’t much of a talker and described himself as “totally heterosexual,” so in that conversation he mostly just watched us and laughed a couple of times.

When dinner was over, we cleared the plates and left only the drinks on the table. To round things off, several lit cigarettes mixed their smoke with the embers. And then the shower topic came back.

“So, Darío,” Noa said, shooting me a conspiratorial look, “now it’s time for us to lose you for a while, right?”

“That’s right, I’m going to freshen up a bit, but I’ll be right back.”

“Well, I’m going to take Lucía’s advice and splash some water on myself with the hose. Why don’t you do the same, Darío?” I suggested.

“No, I want to strip naked and shower properly.”

“And who said you can’t strip here?”

“Oh, here we go! You guys can’t even wait a second before starting to take your clothes off,” Bruno cut in, laughing.

And he was right. Bruno remembered with a laugh how our barbecues were: all of them, to a greater or lesser degree, ended up getting heated. Not because we drank too much, but because that’s how we were. We liked playing with boundaries, testing the waters, provoking.

“Relax, Bruno, I’m not stripping here,” Darío said, closing it off as he went into the house.

“Well, I am going to get wet. I’m going to ask Darío for a swimsuit.”

“A swimsuit for what?” Noa jumped in. “Take your pants off and pour water on yourself in your boxers, or naked. Who are you trying to fool? We all know you’re going to take them off at some point.”

“You really want to see my dick, don’t you?” I said, grabbing my crotch and giving her a cheeky look back.

“In your dreams,” she shot back, pretending to be hard to get. “I’m just saying what we all know.”

“Come on, Marcos, get the hose ready, because I want to cool off too,” Lucía said. And without thinking twice, she stayed in her underwear in front of everyone’s astonishment.

Since I already had a hunch how these nights usually ended, she’d chosen a black set that contrasted with her pale skin. The top held up a generous chest; the bottom, cut Brazilian style, left a ass on display that swayed on the way to the hose.

“Fuck,” Bruno muttered, “I did not expect that.”

I could barely keep my eyes off her as I took off my pants and followed her to the hose, at the far end of the patio, five or six meters away. Lucía surprised us all. She always got involved in our games, but she usually set much stricter limits than the rest of us and never took the lead like that. She didn’t even wait for me to get there: she grabbed the hose, turned on the tap, and let the water fall over her body, letting us all envy every stream running over her skin.

I admit I’m quick to get hard, and my friends know it. So when they noticed the partial erection showing through my soaked white briefs, it wasn’t an awkward moment, quite the opposite.

“Marcos is already half-hard, he gets turned on so easily,” Noa laughed.

“I get it,” Bruno said. “With Lucía standing there like that, it’s normal.”

“Honestly, yeah. I’d get hard too,” Noa added.

Lucía, who had already let go of the hose and was looking at my crotch to check what the others were saying, turned to them.

“So? Do you like the show?”

“Not bad at all,” Noa replied, “though it’d be nice to see a little more.”

“You’re out of luck, gorgeous. Especially when you’re sitting there just asking for it and offering nothing in return,” Lucía answered with a defiant look.

While they were arguing, I had the happy idea of coming up behind her and pressing my erection against her ass. I thought she’d move away, pretending to be outraged, but she did the exact opposite: she turned around with a serious face and, before I had time to react, slid her right hand inside my briefs and started touching me. Noa and Bruno exchanged laughing looks, not quite understanding what was going on.

At that moment Darío reappeared and, putting on a shocked expression, asked:

“Have you already started doing filthy shit? I can’t leave you alone for fifteen minutes, man.”

“Relax,” Lucía replied while I tried to swallow a couple of moans, “I’m just teaching your friend not to come at me from behind with surprises. Now I’m leaving him frustrated.”

She took her hand out of my underwear and, before letting go, gave my dick a couple of taps to watch it bounce, laughing with each one. I’m not huge, but with my six inches she managed to raise a proper tent that I couldn’t hide for several minutes, to my public humiliation, which deep down I enjoyed. Lucía knew that, and that’s why she’d done it. Even so, that brazen attitude still threw us all off. It would have been more Noa’s style.

“What a bitch,” I complained. “We’ve only just started the night and you’ve already got me hard as hell.”

“The solution’s easy,” she said, pointing at the house: “go jerk off.”

“No, no, no, don’t point at the house,” Noa cut in. “If he jerks off, I want to see it.”

“God, Noa, you’re the worst,” Bruno said, covering his face. He didn’t want to watch, though inside he was just as eager as the rest of us. These situations didn’t interest him sexually, but he got a kick out of seeing the rest of us lose our heads.

Between the beers, the hard-on Lucía had given me, and the damn erection, I had nothing left to lose. I walked up to Noa’s chair, put my dick, still inside my boxer briefs, at face level, and said:

“Do you want to watch me jerk off?”

“I mean, want to, want to… that’d be nice,” she answered, not hiding how turned on she was getting.

“All you have to do is pull my underwear down. It’s not the first time.”

I moved my hips from side to side, rocking the bulge in a sway that left her almost hypnotized. With a smile halfway between tension and amusement, she looked at everyone, then looked at me, and just as she reached for my underwear, Bruno stopped the scene.

“Hey, hey, hey! We don’t want to see that here. If you’re going to give him a handjob, take it inside the house or wherever you want.”

“You shouldn’t, Noa,” Lucía chimed in. “Marcos is being punished and has to hold back.”

“If you want, you can use my room, you’ll be comfortable,” Darío offered.

Noa and I looked at each other. After a couple of eternal seconds, I said:

“Shall we go or what? I don’t want to hold back.”

The answer came quickly:

“Yes.”

“Don’t stain anything, you bastards,” Darío shouted as we walked off.

“Do you think they’re actually going to do something?” Bruno asked once we were inside.

“No way, they’ll be back in two minutes acting like idiots,” Lucía said.

“I think they will, but they’ll take a good while. They really want each other, you know that,” Darío bet.

“And you’re dying to be with them,” Lucía teased him.

“Nah… well, more with her.”

“Yeah, sure. You can’t tell us Marcos doesn’t get you filthy too, and that you wouldn’t love to have them sandwiching you between the two of them.”

“Ugh, you’re right,” Darío admitted. “Marcos turns me on, but it’s something I can’t quite understand. Men aren’t my thing.”

“Dude, I’ve seen you going at it like you loved it, don’t tell me otherwise,” Bruno laughed.

“It’s true, Darío. Besides, whenever we throw a barbecue you end up making a mess of things, with or without an excuse,” Lucía finished.

“Marcos is different. I don’t like the rest of the guys.”

While they talked, Noa and I were reaching Darío’s room with beers in hand, unable to stop laughing at the tension and the absurdity of it all. Inside, the atmosphere was another world: the vanilla perfume and new-furniture smell of the living room clashed with the smoky dampness of the patio. And there I was, walking around in soaked underwear with an impossible-to-hide erection, through the same house where that morning I’d greeted my friend’s parents.

I went in first. Behind me, Noa closed the door and looked at me, still laughing.

“Well, you’re going to have to take off your boxer briefs.”

“No, no, sorry, I said you had to take them off for me,” I was convinced, just like Lucía, that it was all a game with no bigger intention than messing around. Even so, I was insanely horny and up for whatever.

“I’ve got a proposal: you strip me and I’ll pull your boxer briefs down with my mouth.”

Noa’s look, though still playful, had changed. This was serious. I started to feel my dick pounding, knowing something, I wasn’t quite sure what, but definitely sexual in nature, was going to happen.

“Stay still, I’m going to do my part,” I said, finishing my beer.

I moved closer slowly, looking into each other’s eyes and smiling. It wasn’t the first time we’d done something like that, but it always made us nervous. First I took off her pink tank top, then her short denim shorts. All of it slowly, both of us enjoying the moment and her scent, a mix of perfume, midsummer sweat, and barbecue smoke. Noa let out a sigh as I pulled her pants down to her ankles and brought my face to her sex, letting her feel my breath over her thong.

I didn’t linger on the underwear: I took it off and spent a few seconds looking at her brown-skinned body. Her medium breasts with large nipples, the bikini line, the round ass, the trimmed but not fully shaved pussy. Everything invited me not to stop.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, at a point of excitement where she was no longer laughing.

On her knees, she brought her head close, caught the elastic with her mouth, and pulled my boxer briefs down. She did it so that, once freed, my dick sprang out like a rubber band and smacked her in the face. I don’t know whether it was deliberate or coincidence.

“What do we do now?” I asked, pretending to be innocent.

“I don’t know, you tell me,” she answered with a smirk, while she was already starting to jerk me off.

I let her keep going for a few seconds, because at that point I couldn’t stop it without enjoying it a little. Then I quickly stopped her.

“Wait, hold on a second,” she did as I said.

I lay down on my back on Darío’s bed, witness to so many hot nights. She already knew what I was asking for, so she got on top of me in a sixty-nine. With her pussy a hand’s width from my face, I could tell how wet she was; a drop of thick fluid betrayed how worked up she’d gotten. Situations like this turned all of us on, no matter how normalized they were for us.

“You’re soaking wet, Noa. Do you feel like fucking?”

“What, were we not going to?” she replied, stopping the blowjob.

“I thought we were only going to jerk off, but I see you came prepared for war.”

“For my part, we can stay like this for a couple of minutes and then have a quick fuck, because they’re waiting for us outside. I’ve got condoms in my bag.”

“With the way I’m turned on, I don’t think I’ll last long either way,” I said, while she spat saliva onto my glans.

“Me neither,” she answered, rubbing her wet sex against my mouth.

After a while of shared moans in that sixty-nine, the time came. Noa stretched out her arm to reach the bag on Darío’s desk, took out a condom, and put it on me herself.

“How about a quick missionary? I feel like eating your mouth,” she asked me, and I wasn’t about to say no to that.

I got on top, placed the tip at her entrance, and started in slowly, with very little resistance because she was so wet. I didn’t take long before increasing the force and speed: we’d agreed on a quick fuck and that was how it was going to be. Watching her breasts bounce had me hypnotized, and the bikini line, which has always done it for me, made everything even better.

With one hand she dug her nails into my back a little as she moaned harder and harder; with the other she rubbed her clit at full speed. I wrapped my arm around her neck, pressing just enough for her to breathe normally and feel that point of domination she liked so much. Meanwhile we were devouring each other’s mouths hungrily.

Her orgasm came quickly. She put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled me as close as she could to keep sliding her tongue into my mouth. Her legs started trembling and tried to close, but my body kept them apart. A long moan sealed it.

I warned her I was almost there. She told me to stop and take off the condom.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” she said.

And so I did. In a few seconds, between her tongue on the glans and her hand working the rest, I ended up unloading several spurts into her mouth. I felt the relief of all the pressure I’d built up since I’d seen Lucía in her underwear and soaked through on the patio.

Noa, who knows what I like, gave me a tongue kiss and shared the taste with me before swallowing the rest.

I looked at Darío’s alarm clock.

“Fifteen minutes, not bad. Let’s go back.”

“Yeah, but what if we go back naked? I feel like keeping the game going,” Noa said.

“Fuck, you haven’t had enough with one orgasm. You’re such a dirty bitch.”

“Neither have you, and you know it. You’re such a horny bastard,” she replied, grabbing my dick, still hard, though it was already starting to soften.

“You’re right. Come on, let’s see what faces these guys make,” I said, opening the door to go back to the others. “Something tells me the night has only just begun.”