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It began at the end of our finish test. It was a common custom for everyone to get a trivial crazy on
the hold up night to celebrate the summer. A friend of mine, Susan, told me that she would be having another
of her famous company. Susan 's house was huge and had gained a reputation for hosting popular raves.
Needless to say, we were all excited to hear that another one was coming.


When Sat night came, me and my best supporter, Evan, set out on the tenacious walking to Susan 's house. We
discussed about general things along the way. Different test, new movie, plans for the summertime, girl
opportunities we would now face. This was important to me as I had been on a 7 month dry streak. I began
to recall about who might be at the party who would be deserving making a move on. We joked around, making
foretelling of who the former would knock off up with.

'' What about Jenna ? ``, Evan asked, `` You and her always get along ''

'' Nah '', I replied, `` she can kick my ass and that to me is a bad sign of the zodiac ''.

Evan laughed. `` carnival enough, but I know you and once you 've had a few drinks, you 'll think differently.
perdition, I would n't be surprised if you make a motility on me ''.

I hesitated for a endorsement. To Evan, this was a harmless laugh but to me it was a secret desire. There had
been times before when I imagined what it would like to be with another guy. I would n't have considered
myself gay as I had been with slew of girls and had been in two glad relationships. But a few years
ago I had begun thinking about Evan in a different way at multiplication. Fantasizing, but never acting on it,
thinking it was just the curious mentation of a teenager. There were often times when I would be with Evan
and would find myself eyeing him up a bit. This would only last a few moment and then I 'd blank out about
it.
Evan is thoroughly looking guy. He 's slightly improbable than me and has a nice build. He 's not extremely muscled
( only a little more than me ) but is toned and very strong looking. He has light browned hairsbreadth and blue eyes.

Following this comment, I found myself picturing us together. Tonight, he was wearing a black shirt with
streak and a pair of glowering jeans. I admired the way the shirt complimented his shape and the denim clung
to his ass.

We eventually reached Susan 's and it was no surprise that the blank space was packed. It was good seeing
everyone together again and I was remembering what it was like to actually go out and give birth fun instead of
being stuck inside studying. A lot of drinks were had by all and as the night came to an end, people were
stumbling out and giggling at stupid person things around them. Me, Rachel and Evan decided it was really late
and headed for nursing home. I ca n't retrieve what we were talking about but we all could n't turn back laughing.
Eventually we passed Rachel's house and said goodbye.

Now that it was just the two of us again, Evan asked me if I had gotten any action. I told him I had n't
and he admitted the like. It did n't bother us too much. It had still been a really fun nighttime hanging with
our friends. Evan told me how he felt like he had nearly sealed the heap with Aly, a fille from school,
but her friend had thrown up and she had to take her home. We could n't help but laughter at this. The walk
was taking twice as long as it should have and it did n't help that it began to rain.

'' clash at mine tonight. Save yourself the walk '', Evan said once we reached his house. I happily accepted
seeing as it was starting to follow down harder, and we were both getting pretty wet. We stumbled into his
house, the effect of the alcohol now more obvious as I felt my pass whirl a piddling bit upon entering.
Evan 's crime syndicate was away so we were n't worried about being noisy as we stomped through the house to the
keep way. I dropped onto his sofa and sprawled out across it. He walked in, saw me and gave me a
little kick, signalling for me to act over. I grunted in protestation and turned my head away. I suddenly
felt his warm hands grab my shank and he pushed me over a bit and sat down. I straightened up as he
turned on the TV, and suddenly I was conscious of how unaired together we were. I could feel his warm body
through his soaking wet shirt and I felt myself begin to get hard through my dungaree as I sat there,
enjoying the notion of him against me. Luckily, it was dark and he would n't be able to see.

We talked about the party while an old picture played. My mind was only half on the conversation though. I
could n't stop thinking about Sir Arthur John Evans body following to mine, and I had the urge to just call on and pounce on him,
though I knew it was a ridiculous thought.

Eventually, he sat up a bit and said : `` I 'm getting out of these wet clothes. Do you want to borrow some
as well ? ``

'' Probably a good idea '', I replied, and followed him to his room.

As I got to the top of the stair I saw Evan walking into his elbow room while peeling off his soaking wet
shirt. My heart began to race as I saw the outline of his abs. I quickly followed him in and just gazed
at his back as he rooted through his closet for clothes.

'' Here we are '', Evan passed me a bundle.

'' Thanks '', I replied. We both stood there for some clock time. I did n't roll in the hay why he was just staring at me.

'' fountainhead are you going to leave and let me interchange ? '' he asked. I felt really stupid as I turned and stepped
back out into the landing. I pulled off my wet shirt, jeans and underclothing and threw them aside. I slipped
on the pugilist shorts he had given me. They were snug around me and it pleased me to sleep with that they
complimented my body the Sami way as they did for Evan. The outline of my member on was quite visible if
looked directly at. I slipped on the T-shirt and started towards his room again. It suddenly occurred to
me he might not be finished changing. I hesitated but felt a strong urge to open the door. Instead, I
pushed it open a creak and peered in. To my disappointment, he had already put on a dry pair of boxers.
His ass looked amazing in them. He came out to the landing place soon enough, still only in shorts. He told me
he never wears a T to bed. I wish I had said the Lapp. He led the way back down the stairs and the whole
way down my center were glued to the material of his boxers clinging to his ass. I felt myself getting
semi-hard and realised it had to contain. My member was already visible through the tight fabric and any
hard-on would be too obvious. We walked back into the sitting room.

I waited as Evan left the room and reappeared again with mantle. He handed me one and in that brief
second that he lent forward, holding it out at waistline horizontal surface, I had an excuse to look at his prize. I could
see the outline of his shaft through the tenuous material. It looked amazing. I quickly grabbed the cover
and lay down placing it over me, to hide my hard-on. Evan lay down beside me and we began to watch a
movie.

The motion picture seemed to go quickly, but all I could rivet on was the image of Sir Arthur John Evans member in his underwear.
I was fully hard and seeing as I was lying on my front, I almost had the impulse to grate against the story.
I could n't do it though. It would be too obvious. I pretended I was too ardent and removed my T-shirt. I
looked at Evans arms and watched as the bluing ignitor danced on his muscular tissue. His blanket ended at the middle
of his back and as I let my eyes run down his fluid back I wondered if his body would be exposed to me
again.

After a spell, I got out from my mantle to go to the bath, covering my crotch area so to not give
anything away. When I came back, Evan had turned over and was lying in full view with his blanket off.
Still focused on the pic, his deal was down his packer, slowly moving. I was n't sure if he was just
adjusting himself or just keeping his handwriting there as guy rope tend to do at times. He eventually removed it
and to my pleasure, he seemed to be articulated lorry erect through his underwear. The brightness from the TV shone
straight down on his bulge. It looked huge. I stood there for some clock time, scanning his near naked body,
sporting my own raging boner. Eventually, when I felt that Evan would be wondering where I was, I walked
back in and quickly attempted to lay down on my front line again to breed myself.

'' This film sort of suction '' Evan said shortly
'' Yea, lets watch something else '', I suggested

We flicked through some channels, or more accurately, Evan flicked through while I stared at his junk.
We watched section of a couple of comedies, another movie and left it on one of those 24 hours workout
channels. Like typical guy cable, we started gloating about how many pushups we could do and come out
challenging each other. I felt so randy watching Evan doing these forgetful workouts. When it came to my
turn, I suddenly realized I was still hard as hell.

'' What are you waiting for ? '' Evan asked.

I convinced myself it probably was n't as obvious as I thought it was, rolled over and began lifting my
physical structure into the first pushup. Evan remained understood as I lowered myself again.

'' 1 ''

I could feel my hard cock pushing against the thin fabric of my underwear and knew deep down that you 'd
have to be blind not to point out

'' 2 ''

Evan was very quiet. I could n't get myself to look at him

'' 5 ''

I tried to separate any possible tension from building up : `` See ? This is loose ''

'' 10 ''

Evan gave a half-hearted jape at my remark and said nothing more

'' 20 ''

Eventually I began to get jade and stopped just as I reached Evan 's limit.

'' I guess we are evenly matched '', he laughed and turned back to the TV.

He looked sort of awkward in his social movement and upon glancing down I saw why. Evan was sporting the
bounteous hard on I had ever seen. He lay down on his front and covered himself with the blanket again. I
felt that that was the last-place look at it I would get. We both lay there watching for some time and soon I
heard piano snoring coming from right beside me. He was asleep. I still felt so damn hot and started
searching the channels for porn. I came across some low budget film with two college fille servicing a
middle aged man.

After a couple of transactions of watching I found myself staring at Evan once again. I rolled over closer to
him, arousal overcoming nerve, and began to skid the covers off of him. I lightly brushed my hand over
his toned ass, my dick now hurting it was so hard. I was jerked back to reality when van suddenly
twitched and rolled over. I lay there in from him, frozen in brat. All he needed to do was open his
eyes and I 'd be caught. This sort of excited me and after 5 minutes of being completely still, I focused
my aid on his cock. Even in his nap he was still erect, and now I had front row seats. There had
to be a way to get rid of the cut material in between me and what I had been longing to see all nighttime. I
moved my hired man close and with one digit, I lightly grazed his lance. Evan did n't budge. I ran two fingerbreadth
along it. Still no reaction. I let my hand rest on it, taking in the esthesis of this rock hard wonder.

I could n't take it anymore. I pulled down my boxers just enough to let my own hammer hint. I wondered if
I could get away with doing the same to Evan. I turned my soundbox around and delicately slipped 3 fingers
under the waistband of his underclothes. I felt them brush off his shot as I did this. Slowly, while
glancing at Evan regularly, I began to slip down the front of his boxers. To my blow and pleasance, his
dick sprang out and slapped against the side of my boldness. I stifled a laugh and looked back at Evan. He
was still benumbed. Now his cock stood there in all its aura. It looked more amazing than I could stimulate
imagined. 9 column inch if I had to venture. Two inches More than me. Standing at full attention right in front
of my face. I did n't know what to do now. I wanted it so bad but I knew I had already gone too far and
Evan could awake up. After what seemed like a life-time of just staring at it while I stroked my own, I
decided I had to pass on it a appreciation before I put it away again. I gave one finish glance at Evan and then
moved in. I stuck out my natural language and carefully tipped the side of it.

This was the first dick I had ever tasted. It was a new sensation. A nice one. I wanted to go further. I
ran my glossa upwards a few centimetres before moving my head back. I was sad that I had to break but I
could n't take a chance it. With one handwriting I gently gripped his waistcloth again and with the other I wrapped my
digit delicately around his peter so I could mistake it back in. I started pulling up the material when I
heard a sound. Sort of like a gasp. I turned my head slowly around and saw Evan looking straight back at
me. I was busted.

My mouthpiece went dry. I had no estimate what to do. My best admirer of many year had just woken up to line up me
knack over him with my humanity out and his in my mitt. My eye was beating rapidly. I was looking for
anything to say. He did n't look angry. He just looked surprised. He lifted his arm slowly and I closed my
centre, waiting for it to strike me surd. I deserved it. Suddenly, I felt something coppice against my ass. I
opened my oculus again to see Evan staring at my ass, his hand now firmly on it, rubbing it through the
boxers. I sat completely still, watching in awe, not knowing what was going on. Evan pulled down my
Boxer and began rubbing my bare ass. It only occurred to me that I still had his pecker in my manus when I
suddenly felt it becoming even more stiff if that even was possible. I squeezed it lightly and Evan smiled
a niggling bit, massaging my ass cheeks harder now.

This was unbelievable. My hot trump Friend was fondling my ass !

My shock drained away and I was suddenly overcome by lust. I turned my attention back to his cock and
without hesitation, I stuck out my tongue and ran it up the length of the shaft. It felt unbelievable.
Upon reaching the top, I engulfed the tip and began to slide my mouth down over it until half of his dick was
inside my mouthpiece. Evan let out a moan and his hand moved from my ass around to my formal sack. He caressed
them gently and then gripped my hard on. I nearly came then and there. I slid his putz further into my
mouth, deepthroating the entire 9 inches before sliding it back out again. Evan began to old salt me off,
starting dumb and then quickly building up speed.

'' mmm suck on it Max '', Evan whispered. Hearing him say this drove me screwball. I bobbed my psyche up and down
on his prick furiously, feeling it throbbing against my clapper. Evan began to move his hip joint up in rhythm
with my sucking. I massaged his balls, feeling them tighten up as I rubbed them. I was in a state of pure
heaven. I wanted to shout out in pleasure but my sassing was full of Evans scrumptious gist, pounding away at
my pharynx, my spit dancing around every bit of his cock. I never wanted this to end. I suddenly felt
Evans hands grip my articulatio coxae and he lifted my waist towards him. We were now in the 69 position. I felt his
abs against my own, tightening and relaxing in the heat of the moment. I despite my sassing being full, I
moaned out in transport as Evan suddenly sealed his lips around my own dick, and began to engorge it. I
quickly thrust my hips forward into his mouth. His hands gripped my ass hard as I began to throat have intercourse
him. I could find my testis firing slapping against his nose with each Sudanese pound, all the while I continued to
deep pharynx his own shot. We continued this for several second, ferociously picking up velocity the unit
time, like animals.

I could finger Evan reaching his sexual climax in my throat and his hips began to buck violently. His cock spazmed
in my rima oris and I suddenly felt hot cum flaming out into the rear of my pharynx and my clapper, quickly
filling my rima oris. I withdrew him from my mouth and happily swallowed before I took him back in again and
began cleaning his shaft. Evan pulled out again and rolled me onto my back. Now on all 4, he
continued to deep throat me with all his determination. I quickly felt my balls tighten and as I reached
my sexual climax, erupting into Sir Arthur John Evans oral fissure. It was the best tactual sensation of my biography. I groaned in delight as I
fully released. Evan took it all before collapsing on me. We both lay there for some time, fully naked.

Eventually Evan rolled off and lay down beside me, pulling his covers over the two of us. Neither of us
spoke. I reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. He turned his brain and looked at me. I gave him a warm
smile. Without hesitation he moved close to me and kissed me. I felt his clapper mooring inside my sass, and
returned the candy kiss passionately.

We fell asleep stern naked in each other's arms.

I awoke the next morning. The alcohol had fully worn off now. I recalled the whole scenario and was
content yet terrified. What now ? Evan was still gone beside me. Would he regret this ? I hoped not. I
got dressed and was quick to leave when I heard Evan stirring. I kneeled down beside him as he looked up
into my center. I felt too inept to say anything. Without thinking I leant in and gave him another long
kiss. He smiled at me and then closed his eyes again as I stood up and walked to the doorway. I took one
hold up look at him lying there naked. His toned arms, abs, ass. His trunk truly did look amazing. His rooster
now flaccid, it still looked huge. I took it all in one in conclusion time before walking out the doorway. I walked
home with my stomach fluttering with excitement as I held the lastly genial range of Evan in my head.
Hopefully it would n't be the last.

To be continued ... .