Getting drunk with my best friend

**This story is completely true. Names have been changed (obviously) as well as ages to comply with site rules**

At the time all of this happened I was 18, beginning my senior year of high school. My name’s Jake; I’m 5’9, 150 pounds, and I play baseball for the school, so I’m in pretty good shape. My hair is medium brown, average length, and my eyes are green. My dick is just under 8 inches long, pretty thick, and cut. I keep myself clean shaven; from my face to my cock and ass. I’m straight, but the feeling and look of being mostly hairless is what I prefer.
My best friend’s name is Brad. He’s the same age as me, and also plays on the baseball team. (He’s the first baseman and I’m a starting pitcher.) He’s 5’10, a skinny 140, with straight black hair and ice blue eyes.

We’ve been friends since we were 10 years old, and I moved to the same cul de sac that he lives on. Being the only children in the neighborhood, we were destined to be best friends. Every weekend (and some week nights) he’d be at my house. He was honestly with me more than he was at his own home. Being so close with someone, it’s hard to do anything alone. Or, well, you get used to doing things with someone that you’re used to doing on your own. For example; after a hard practice I like to take a hot bubble bath to relax my muscles. For the last few years Brad will come in the bathroom with me and shoot the shit while I sit and relax. When it’s time for me to get out, he hand me a towel and leaves.

In addition to that, we started watching porn and jacking off together. I’d sit on one of the bed, him the other, and we’d watch a DVD from my dad’s extensive collection that I’d lifted earlier in the day. Very few words were spoken between us, except for the sounds of us cumming. After we finished, we’d wipe up (on our own), and continue about our night.
Basically, we’re extremely close, you get the gist.

The first day of school had finished up, and I was looking forward to my parents going away on vacation. With them gone, I was planning on getting some booze and playing video games. Nothing special, but I’ve never been the type to party like my classmates. I’d go a few times each semester, just looking for a girl to pick up.

Walking out to my car, Brad came running up behind me,
“Hey, Jake! Let me catch a ride. Amber’s party got cancelled and I don’t have a way home.”
“Okay, come on. I’m gonna stop by Eddie’s on the way back, he got me some vodka for the weekend,” I said, slightly annoyed. Brad was a terrible planner. I’d known since 9:00 this morning that Amber’s party was cancelled, but since he hadn’t texted me I figured he found a ride home.
“Thanks man,” He heaved, out of breath. For all the conditioning we do, the kid can’t sprint 100 yards.
Sitting in traffic, waiting for everyone to leave, Brad started rifling through his papers,
“Man, who the fuck decides to start school on a Friday? This is bullshit. And homework! The first fucking day!”
I laughed loudly, “Maybe they do that so idiots like you don’t get overwhelmed and drop out!”
He shot me a sideways glance as we finally got out of the parking lot.

A half hour later I had gotten the vodka from Eddie and pulled into our neighborhood. Stopping at Brad’s house I asked,
“Since the party got cancelled do you want to come over later and help me drink this? My parents are in Chicago for the weekend, so I’m just gonna get drunk and play Grand Theft Auto.”
“Fuck yeah I do! Just let me read this Shakespeare bullshit and shower then I’ll be over.”
“Okay, just shoot me a text. I’m probably gonna jump in the shower and start drinking as soon as I’m dressed.”
He laughed and got out of the car, running to his house.
I went home and heated up some left over lasagna before jumping in the shower.

About an hour later I was starting to feel a slight buzz.