A surprise for a friend

Sorry, that I had to let you wait. I didn't have much time to write lately, but here is more! We are slowly getting to the moment for which you all came and will cum. :D

I'd also like you being able to contribute to this story by simply choosing of the options below. Since I don't want to completly spoiler it the options are quiet brief.

1.How many protagonists should remain for the surprise?

A) All 4   B) 3   C) 2

2.Sudden change leading to the surprise or a slow sequence?

A) Sudden change   B) slow sequence

3.Are the protagonists totally unexperienced or do they at least have some knowledge or more about what they are going to do?

A) Unexperienced  B) Some knowledge or more

Add your choices to your comments for example: 1B, 2A, 3A

Happy Reading!

Nick suddenly stopped, saying nothing. It felt like we wandered for a longer period. Most likely we didn’t walk far. I was not sure whether I should say something or not. I was curious as well as frightened because I still did not know what was going to happen nor where I meanwhile am. “We reached our final destination.”, he said, and another familiar-sounding voice followed: “Hey guys, the special guest has finally arrived”. Whoever it was came to me and dragged me inside. Seemingly, we entered a house with a small step in front of the door. I was still blindfolded and was left alone with my other sense, but one sense had been triggered a lot. I could hear a TV or a radio. I couldn’t quite identify what it is but regardless of what kind of device it was, it was playing some music of very bad quality. Barely enough to understand anything unless you prefer instrumental music.

I was standing in the entrance for a while until someone finally took off my blindfold. Immediately after opening my eyes, I first had to get used to the rather dark hallway. After that, I analyzed the room. I was standing right next to the grey door I just went through. The walls were painted in an old-looking greenish color working well with the structured laminate on the floor. There was a small table standing next to the door where keys and a phone were laying in a small straw basket and on the wall hung the biggest eye-catcher in the hallway. It was a pentagonal mirror with a golden ornamental frame. Just when I was about to look around a bit more someone called my name. I followed the voice not knowing who it was. Where was I and who is involved? Did Nick really lead me to some stranger? I just hope everything starts to make sense soon. I passed the mirror to my right and followed the light coming out of the room straight ahead where the voice was coming from. Step by step I got closer and again I had no idea what I should have been expecting. I peeked around the corner but couldn’t see anything but the light of the TV that has been mounted to the wall. Taking a step inside was like walking through fog. The further I walked inside the more I could see. What I saw looked like a living room. There was the TV that meanwhile was behind me, a closet wall to my left, and a corner couch where I was able to see 2 people’s silhouettes. The light behind me slowly faded and I managed to see slightly more details of the room I just entered. When I was about to see who else was in the room, Nick, who followed me to the room and was now standing behind me said: “Are you just going to stand there and take roots, or will you move over to the couch and join the others?”. Again, I started to move as Nick told me to without hesitation. I walked over to the couch and sat on the corner and finally saw who else was here and everything started to make sense. At least a few things cleared up but after all, I was still cautious because nobody told me yet why I was here and what they planned for me.

The two silhouettes I saw earlier turned out to be familiar faces. They were Alex and Paul. 2 of my best friends. I was about 175cm tall, so Alex was slightly taller than me with a height of approximately 180cm. He was skinny but had a defined body. I occasionally saw him shirtless in the locker rooms but that had been a while ago and ever since he took a lot more care of his body and worked out certain body parts more than others just like he preferred them to be. Compared to him I was rather average with a tendency for being rather skinny with slightly visible muscle features, especially on my belly. I never liked the thought of being a hunk, but a few muscles never hurt. Alex has got mid-length brown soft hair. He hated when we stroked through it. It drove him crazy, and we liked when that happened. On the other hand, Paul disliked any jokes about his height. He was about our size when we were younger but once puberty kicked in, we grew a lot higher than him, and we would regularly let him feel that. His height was only about 160cm, but he should never be underestimated. I learnt it the hard way. He was rather thick and worked out a lot since he joined the local football team. He finally found his passion and we supported him whenever we could. His body was covered with pronounced muscles, but it seemed so smooth. Every single muscle had the perfect size, but not as surprising since he evermore made sure it looked natural. Rather decent muscles than a body that you could call one single muscle, was his motto. He had a blonde short haircut with the sides shorter than the top. You always saw how much hairspray he was using. His hair shone and reflected the light like a mirror.