Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 22:52:03 +0000 (GMT)
From: sean harrison <sean_uk_02@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Just Looking Part One

This is a work of fiction focused on male/male sex. If
this is not to your taste or you are not of legal age
(in your area) then please leave now.

This story is set in England, so a lot of the terms
used may not make much sense to readers from other
countries, but if you read them in context then you
should understand the implied meaning.

One.

I can't explain how it happened. Or whether we both
wanted it to or not. But since it happened, I've been
wishing it never did but more often than that I've
been glad that it did. It's changed everything for me
but I don't know how he feels about it. You see we
haven't talked about it, actually we haven't talked at
all since, you just don't about things like that with
you're mates. Besides we've both got girlfriends,
we're both secure with our sexualities... But then why
do I want him in a way that I shouldn't?

Before I go on, I think I'll take you back the 72
hours to when it happened. It was Friday night and I
was out with my best mate Neil and a couple of other
guys from uni, Carl and Pete. It was a good night, we
started out at the local pub and after a couple of
pints each we ventured into town, Carl and Pete were
obviously out on the pull, you could tell by the way
they checked every girl out as if she was a potential
shag. Neil and me on the other hand weren't out on the
pull, cos we both have girlfriends and in a small town
like ours, word gets around faster than Donna Reed!
[Later that night Pete ended up getting off with Donna
on the dancefloor]. We were having a good laugh
though, me and Neil, taking the piss out of Pete and
Carl while they tried it on with every girl that even
dared to look at them. They got turned down most often
than not, which made them look like a real pair of
muppets.

Looking back, I had this peculiar feeling all night. I
just felt like I was on a high, and I wasn't even half
way to being pissed yet! At one point, Neil went to
dance with this bird that was checking him out, he was
really teasing her with his moves and she was really
keen on him, she got her hand on his crotch on several
occasions, Neil looked up at me and I raised my bottle
of Smirnoff Ice to him and he winked modestly. Of
course he wasn't going to go any further with her but
I guess he was chuffed at the attention he got, cos
she was pretty fit. It was then that I actually
acknowledged just how fit Neil himself was, he's got
real cool glossy black hair, big green eyes that are
always alive and bright, and his body is pretty good
too, he looks after it which is a good thing
considering how much he eats! I didn't get all worked
up about this revelation though, I mean yeah he was
fit and that was kinda obvious but it didn't mean I
fancy him. Besides he always kept one eye on me and I
kept one eye on him, a bit like we were looking out
for each other and making sure the other was having a
good time. It was just the way we were, not queer just
good mates who had a weird connection.

If I was feeling good about the faultless friendship
we had then I shouldn't have bothered because it
didn't last long, after what happened that night
things changed, but I'm getting ahead of myself here,
lets get back to the club. Around two in the morning,
just before closing time, Neil, Carl and I stumbled
out of the club, Carl was battered but Neil and I were
just mildly tipsy, we hadn't drunk too much cos it was
a bit expensive and we could have a good laugh without
getting so shit-faced. We got a taxi back dropping
Carl off first and then going on to Neil's place. Neil
lived in a shared student house; he was in the second
year of university, while I shared a flat with this
bloke who I'd met on my course. When the taxi stopped
outside his house, Neil grabbed my arm and pulled me
out with him, "come on mate, its too early for you to
go home" he mumbled as we paid a fiver to the cab
driver and I followed him inside. This wasn't the
first time Neil had forced me to stay over; I'd
probably end up kipping on the floor as usual.

Neil kept telling me to keep quiet as we climbed the
stairs to his room when ion fact it was him who was
making most of the noise. Once inside his box-sized
room, he didn't seem to care about the noise or waking
his housemates up, he switched his ghetto blaster and
started dancing around the room like a clumsy twat. I
just jumped onto his bed and sat back watching him act
like Muppet while I grinned and humoured him. He
swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off,
twirling it in the air before throwing it in my face.
His chest was shiny, coated with sweat and the light
hairs on his pecs were darker than ever, moist and
slippery. I felt a yawn coming on and figured I best
get undressed and make my make shift bed on the floor,
consisting of a wafer-thin pillow and the duvet off
Neil's bed. After stripping the duvet off the bed I
spread it on the floor and then grabbed the pillow
before peeling my t-shirt off and getting out of my
jeans. It was a little cold to sleep in my boxers but
sleeping in a thick pair of jeans is really fucking
uncomfortable.

The CD ended abruptly and Neil dived onto his bed, his
bare feet dangling off the bed as he unbuckled his
belt and struggled out of his jeans. I got up and went
to close the windows, Neil's got a weird habit of
leaving the curtains open at night but I cant bare
being prematurely awoken by the bright light early in
the morning. When I turned around I caught Neil
watching me with a concerted look. "What's up?" I
asked, walking back to my makeshift bed.
"Nothing, just looking not buying" he retorted, using
the line from his favourite Stereophonics song whilst
grinning like a kid.
I laughed nonchalantly while adjusting the pillow,
"Well I'm not selling even if you were buying mate"
There was silence for a minute as I switched off the
light and tried to get comfortable but the chill
factor in the room was really having an effect, but I
was using Neil's duvet as a mattress so neither of us
had sufficient coverings to protect us from the cold.
"Bet I wouldn't need to buy mate, you'd be free" Neil
suddenly added to our wacky conversation.
"You wish mate, you gotta pay for these first-class
goods" I responded, smiling in the dark. Again he fell
silent and I shifted onto my side, curling up in a
foetus-like position in a bid to keep warm.
"Gimme my duvet back, Dan, its bloody freezing!" Neil
moaned a few moments later.
"You don't expect me to sleep on the hard floor do
ya?" I asked.
"I don't care as long as I don't freeze my balls off,
you get in bed with me or something"
"What??" I was shocked by what he suggested, assuming
it was a joke but he was serious.
"I promise I won't rape you mate," he laughed, "just
gimme the duvet and then decide what ya wanna do"

So thinking maybe it didn't really matter if I slept
in the same bed as him, I got up and moved to the bed
with the coveted duvet. I got in and shifted for a few
moments before getting comfortable, even after only
five minutes on the hard floor, the soft spongy
mattress felt so relaxing. But then the first
'accident' happened, Neil shifted and his leg landed
on to of mine, thigh to thigh. I thought he would move
it but he didn't which was a bit weird but I didn't
dwell on it too much, I knew it wouldn't stop me from
sleeping cos I could sleep through an earthquake,
should a big one ever hit England. I was eventually
drifting off when I turned over and found myself real
close to Neil, his back was arched and it was almost
cradled against my chest. I moved back a bit and
suddenly sleep seemed miles away, I tried to get to
sleep but something kept me awake, I cant exactly say
I was thinking about the situation too much either,
cos I wasn't, I just couldn't sleep and didn't know
why. Begrudgingly, I pulled the duvet back and got out
of bed, heading for the bathroom to relieve myself.

Even the wooden floorboards felt cold against my bare
feet. When I got back into the room, the light was
back on and Neil was sitting up in bed. "Where did you
go?" he asked. I climbed back into bed but before I
could answer he said, "Fuck Dan, your waist is like a
girls"
I looked at him confused, "What the fuck does that
mean?" I asked, trying to pull the duvet over me, but
he pulled it back. His big green eyes looked manic.
"Look mate, your waist is so thin and curvy, you sure
you're not a tranny?" he laughed, putting his hands on
my hips. His warm fingers on my naked skin felt pretty
good.
"Fuck off you wanker" I shot back, but he knew I
wasn't offended.
His hand moved from my hips to my stomach, the tips of
his fingers lightly drumming against my skin. I stared
at his long agile fingers and then at his face, he
just looked at me with a blank expression. "Real soft
skin" he mumbled.
"What are you doing?" I managed to whisper while my
body decided it really enjoyed being caressed by Neil.
He looked at me as if he'd just realised what he was
doing, "I dunno," he said, pulling his hands away.
Without consciously telling myself to, I moved my hand
forward and placed it on his chest, rubbing the mound
with my thumb. I saw him close his eyes for a brief
second as I realised that I was really hot not, even
in the cold room.

When Neil opened his eyes he was looking straight into
mine, we both sort of leaned forward simultaneously,
he tilted his head to one side and my eyes danced over
his handsome face, I could feel his breath on my lips,
they parted involuntarily and I leaned forward a bit
more, closing the gap and pressing my lips against his
in a light kiss. He kissed me back without hesitation,
his firm lips brushing against mine and then his
tongue trying to slip into my mouth, I let it and the
kiss deepened, his hand flew to my neck, his fingers
roamed through my hair as we kissed deep and wet,
tongues swirling around together, tasting inside his
mouth and surprisingly loving the taste and the feel,
probably just because I was getting caught up in the
moment.

But I pulled away and we looked at each other, I don't
quite know what I expected but was surprised when I
felt his fingers move down my forearm and brush
lightly against my hand, he sort of held my hand and I
got a sudden urge to stop thinking and just let myself
go with the tantalising feelings that were taking over
my body. I leaned over him until he fell back against
the bed; I planted a quick kiss on his lips before
moving my lips down the nape of his neck, I moved
towards his chest, kissing and then licking his smooth
skin. Neil's hand held my head as I swept my tongue
across his chest and held onto his waist with my
trembling hands; the sexy and slightly musky scent of
his body really turned me on. I curled my wet tongue
around his engorged nipple and sucked on it with total
concentration, Neil moaned and curled his fingers
around my hair, I moved across his chest and licked
his other nipple, flicking my tongue across it and
nibbling it until Neil pulled my head back and kissed
me aggressively on the lips. I started climbing on top
of him, and felt his bulge rub against my stomach, my
own prick had was so hard in my shorts. I reached down
and had to squeeze it gently and then I did the same
to Neil's bulge, squeezing his cock and making him
moan into my mouth.

I don't think either of us was thinking we got carried
away, if we had been thinking then we probably could
have stopped at this point but we didn't. Neil's hands
were cupping my face almost lovingly as we kissed
lazily, teasing each other with our tongues while I
felt him up and had him grinding his crotch against my
hand. I broke the kiss and started pulling Neil's
boxers down to free his cock, he leaned back against
the bed and groaned loudly as I pulled his boxers down
and struggled to untangle them from around his feet,
he spread his legs wider and for a second I stroked
his inner thighs and stared at his dick, it was about
seven inches and uncut, curved slightly to the right,
his balls were hairy and loose and he had black pubic
hair that seemed recently trimmed. The heat radiating
from his crotch was alluring, I leaned down getting my
face closer to his cock, and I stuck out my tongue
tentatively and licked from the base of his cock to
the tip. Neil growled and bucked his hips, I took his
cock in my hand and stroked the length a few times,
watching a copious amount of precum form on the tip,
I'd never sucked a cock before but at that point all I
could think of was sucking it dry. I flicked my tongue
against the head and licked off all the precum, then I
wrapped my tongue around the head and closed my lips
tight, sucking first only the head and then slowly
lowering more of his shaft down my throat, Neil's hand
moved to the back of my head and he guided me down, I
almost choked and quickly retracted a little, content
on sucking the tip until I got used to it.

I moved my hand to his balls and played with them idly
while working on his cock. He filled the room with
soft moans and deep breaths; the sounds were
succeeding in making me hornier than ever. I tugged on
his balls and rolled them around in my palm while
slurping on his cock, my head bobbed up and down as I
sucked on his dick, taking it down my throat and then
pulling it out until only the piss slit was bouncing
on my outstretched tongue. I looked up at him as I
rubbed his cocked on my lips, his eyes were glazed
over and he was writhing on the bed, his body coated
in sweat and his lips opened unabashed. Suddenly
though, he slid from under me and grinned at me
mischievously while I looked at him forlorn,
disappointed to have his cock taken away from me. "I
wanna suck your dick too Dan" he mouthed and pushed me
backwards. I leaned on my elbows and watched him crawl
between my legs and take hold of my aching prick, I
closed my eyes and wild groan escaped my lips as he
stroked me. I licked my lips watching him do the same
and then his tongue wrapped around the head of my cock
and I felt a surge of electricity shoot through my
body making me gasp.

Neil sucked my cock like a real pro. At least it was
better than any previous blowjob I ever had, mostly
from uninterested girls who sucked because I pouted
and sulked if they said no. His tongue ventured up and
down my shaft openly, he deliberately slid his mouth
down and kissed my balls, lifting them with his tongue
and nibbling on the base of my cock, I was whimpering
and moaning with every flick of his tongue, and then
he engulfed my cock into his warm mouth and cushioned
the slide with his tongue. It took all my
determination and energy to stop me from cumming; I
didn't want it to end at all. But soon Neil pulled
back and sat up against the wall, I moved into
position beside him, and he kissed my lips briefly
before leaning back and taking hold of my cock, he
started wanking me slowly and I took his cock and did
the same. We were both grunting in unison while we
drove each other into a frenzied orgasm. I came first,
shooting a huge load of spunk into the air, soon
followed by a huge explosion from Neil, who's cum
covered my hand and I smeared into my abs.

We didn't say anything after we had come. But there
wasn't that expected feeling of guilt or regret that
usually follows. In fact it was very different, we
both just slid down into bed, I turned away from Neil
but felt his arms around my waist, I felt his breath
on my neck before he rested his face against it, I
covered his hand with mine and closed my eyes, within
minutes I was asleep. When I woke up in the morning,
Neil was already up but he wasn't in the room, I put
my clothes on unsure what to make of last night. I was
dressed and sitting on Neil's bed, waiting for him to
return when my mobile rang. It was my girlfriend,
Ellie; she was waiting to be picked up like I had
promised. I vaguely remembered promising to give her a
lift to her parent's house, and I'd obviously slept
in. So I had to leave without getting a chance to
speak to or even see Neil that morning. It took me a
good few hours to drop Ellie off in Sheffield and then
get back, when I got back I sent Neil a text telling
him where I'd been but I got no reply. It's been three
days now and I haven't heard from him but I've not
tried to get into contact with him either.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I pulled it out, it
was a message, I pressed the button, it was a text
message from Neil...

To Be Continued...

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