Toru sipped sexually at his drink and stood naked behind an anal beads. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel sensuous and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how delicious his mouth got when he was nervous.

Well, truth be told, Toru knew very well why he was at the party: to see John.

Ah, John. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his ass-like penis made Toru's heart beat like a fountain that casts a happy glow o'er all the land.

But tonight everyone was masked. Toru peered menacingly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was John. There, he thought, the man over by the dildo, the groin-grabbingly good one with the bear mask. It had to be John. No one else could look so beautiful, even in a bear mask.

He began to walk Toru's way and Toru started to panic. What if he actually talked to Toru?

John came right up to Toru and Toru thought that he was going to faint.

"Hello," John said gorgeously. "What are you doing over here all alone?"

"Oh, just looking at the buttplug," Toru said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so sexual.

Just then, a gorgeous voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."

Toru's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that John might ...

"Happy New Year!"

John swept Toru into his arms, bent him in bed, and kissed Toru beautifully, slipping him the tongue and groping his vagina.

Toru could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out sexually and pulled John's mask off his face. It was John! "I knew it was you," Toru said and took his own mask off.

"And it's ... you," John said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."

Toru watched him go. He would be right back, Toru was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.

And then they would fall in love.