I recall drinking in the hotel room and heading to the bars before the game. I don’t recall being at the game. I had gotten so drunk, I was there ...n physical form only. My mental state did not sober up until after the game when Jeremy grabbed me some waters and my brain refocused itself. I mixed in water between beers and bumps of cocaine in the bathroom between each. My body was achy, dehydrated, and fatigued while high at the same time. The boys barely talked to me, instead choosing to. U comin?"Ah my sister. Never did quite learn how to spell. Apparently she had slipped out when I was talking with Kristen. I texted her back."Be there later, have fun."I put my phone away and got my second surprise of the night as I saw a man walking up the street towards me."Hey man," he said, extending his hand. "You waiting for someone or do you need a ride?"The man was Dean Simonds, agent to the stars. His beautiful, A-List girlfriend was with him and she smiled at me as we shook hands.. It was almost better than his mouth. Almost. He was very obviously enjoying it as well, for I could see that his own cock, only milked mere minutes before, was already hardening again. As he stroked me, he spared his other hand for himself, occasionally reaching down to squeeze and tug himself to full hardness. "Here," I said, my voice ragged. "Come here." I pulled him toward me so that we were both sitting, our legs wrapped around each other and our cocks pressing against each other. "THIS is. When we arrived there, I was about to let go of her when she abruptly grabbed my hand and pulled me into the female toilet. Which mercifully was devoid of any other female patrons.Before I could utter a single word of protest, Gwen dragged me across to the furthest stall, pushing me in before she entered herself. A loud "SHH" silenced any complaints as she locked the door behind her with an audible click.By now, I knew what was happening and I felt a certain tingling in my boxers in.