Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2017 00:02:01 -0400
From: Jasper <redwolf94@protonmail.com>
Subject: Kissing Practice Part 2 (High School)

Kissing Practice - Part 2

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This story is about a budding mm relationship - proceed if you want.

Part 2

	Friday Night

	Ian pulled into the Lisa's driveway.  He wore the suit his dad had
him pick out his past summer.  Dad was a mortician and Ian was old enough
now to help him out with the families.  Such work, however, required he be
dressed to the nines.  The suit was black with a subtle green pin stripe
that balanced his green eyes and red hair. He had shaved the evening
before, so Ian was sporting a five o'clock shadow that he imagined added a
couple of years to his appearance.  (It didn't.)

	He walked up to the door and knocked.  As he waited, he gazed at
his muted reflection in the door glass pain.  He smiled slightly, rocking a
bit nervously.  When the door opened, he couldn't stop the dismayed
expression that fell upon his face. The girl who answered was definitely
not who he had been expecting.  It wasn't Lisa .... It was Karen!

	Karen and Ian had dated briefly the previous year.  They'd gone out
exactly twice.  Karen turned heads, but her personality was something to be
desired.  Some people called her a pit bull, but Ian owned a pit bull, and
she was as friendly as all get out. Karen was a bitch, pure and simple.
Luna, his pit bull, was a sweetheat.  Karen was self-centered and only
talked about herself.  To top it off, when he had dropped Karen off at her
house the first time, she barely gave him a hug before rushing inside.  The
second time was even worse ... she had told him to stay in the car ... she
could see herself in.  Ian hadn't talked to her since.

	Unfortunately, she was also Lisa's best friend ... a fact Ian could
not figure out in the least.

	"Hello, Karen," Ian virtually snarled.

	"Well, hello there Ian.  Long time no talk," she quipped back with
equal disdain.  "Let me guess, Lisa never mentioned we were doubling, did
she?"

	The night only got worse ...

	All evening, whenever Lisa was out of earshot, Karen would make
snide comments to Ian.  When he tried to reply back, she'd raise her voice
and say innocently, "Sorry Ian, I didn't catch that, could you speak
up?"-usually just as Lisa was returning.  Then, as dessert was being served
and right before the dance was about to start, Lisa "accidently" spilled
her sparkling grape juice ... right on Ian's crotch.

      He had had enough.  He turned to Karen said, "Fuck off," turned to
Lisa said, "I'm out of here. I have to get some sleep for the race
tomorrow," ... and left ... by himself.  As he approached the door, he
suddenly thought about his kissing practice with Keith.  Damned if he would
let the night go by without some profit from that.

      Ian turned around and walked back in.  As he approached the table,
Lisa stood up and met him before he got there.

      "I shouldn't have asked Karen to double," Lisa began, "but I can't go
out with someone who hates my best friend."

      Ian simply replied, "I know."  Then before he could over think it, I
leaned in and kissed her on the lips - a simply chaste peck.  As he pulled
back, Lisa stopped him with her hand on his neck.

      "Good-bye, Ian.  Good luck tomorrow."  With that, she gave him a kiss
... on his check.  She let go and turned her back on him.

      As Lisa walked away, Ian realized he wasn't mad, or even sad
... surprisingly, he was ...  relieved. The thought that popped into his
head at that moment was how he would be able to hang out with Keith
tomorrow, without having to worry Lisa would want to do something.  He
decided not to over think it, he really did need to get home and get to
sleep.


Saturday

	Ian threw Keith the basketball as he walked out the door.  Keith
returned the ball, and then pulled off his shirt.  The day was warming
nicely for early October.  Due to his regular weight lifting routine, Keith
was toned nicely.  He didn't overdo the weights, so as to be overly bulky,
but you could definitely make out his various muscles, including the
beginnings of a six pack.  Keith had a light cover of dark hair over most
of his chest. Ian was slightly jealous at that.  Given his Irish heritage
and red hair, he was fair skinned and mostly hairless.  What hair he did
have was unnoticeable beyond two feet.

	The two shirtless teens played ball for the next hour.  By the time
they were done, both were dripping with sweat.  When they walked back into
the kitchen, Ian noticed the stove clock read 2:45.  He picked up the
newspaper his dad had left on the table and looked up the movies.

	"The movie is playing at 3:30. That's the last matinee.  We can
make it, if we don't bother showering," Ian observed.

	"Fine by me," Keith replied.  "I heard it campy, but not bad.  We
can sit in back and no one will notice your stench."  Ian laughed at that.

	They grabbed t-shirts and some cash and headed out.  Neither had a
car, but the theater was only a couple of miles away, an easy bike ride.
After locking up the bikes and buying the tickets, they found the theater
and sat down in the very last row.  The movie had been out for two weeks
and it was the early show, so there were only a dozen others in the room,
all sitting closer to the center.

	As the movie began, Keith raised his hands and placed them behind
his neck stretching.  His shirt had been ripped down both sides, so there
were big gaps from his armpits down to his midriff.  The moment he raised
up his arms, Ian got a major whiff of his pits.  The smell was strong
... but ... not exactly unpleasant.  Actually, the smell brought the image
of them kissing to his mind.  It was the same scent he had caught from
Keith then, only now it was a bit stronger.  He turned his head and was
greeted with the sight of Keith's hairy pits.  Like his chest and stomach,
Keith had a noticeable patch of dark hair decorating his pits.

	He decided it was too good an opportunity to pass up ... Before
Keith could lower his arms, Ian reached out and poked him right at the
point where Keith's arm and shoulder met.

	With a quiet "ooof", Keith quickly dropped his arm and looked
towards Ian with a smirk.  He mouthed, "good one," to him and turned back
to the movie.

      For the rest of the movie, Keith's scent kept wafting over to him,
especially as he grabbed his drink, which exposed his pit as he took a sip.
It wasn't the first time they'd hung out after workouts without showering,
so it wasn't like he hadn't been assaulted by Keith's funk before.  But
this time, it was as if the scent traveled from his nose, down his body and
to his groin.  The feeling was akin to a subtle addiction that was forming
in Ian.  Each time Keith put his drink down, he began to long for the next
hit.  Whenever Keith raised his arm to drink, Ian's body tingled ever so
slightly.

      The tingles intensified at one point as Keith moved his leg and it
brushed up against Ian's.  The legs remained in contact for only a moment,
but Ian's body seemed to hum while it lasted.  Ian wasn't sure why he was
getting so horned up.  This was Keith sitting next to him, not Lisa (well
she wasn't exactly who he wanted to think about right then - but still!).

      He finally chalked it up to the fact that the previous night had
started out with some expectation of (at the very least) a bit of a
make-out session.  ... But then the evening had ended so badly, he hadn't
even bothered to rub one out before he went to bed.  Ian relaxed mentally
with his rationalization of his mood.  He further cemented the idea in his
head by picturing himself kissing passionately the girl who was filling his
vision from the movie.

      As he let his mind drift somewhere between watching the movie and
dreaming of making out with the star, it didn't register to him that the
picture of the girl slowly morphed into Keith ....

More to come ....
Jasper - redwolf94@protonmail.com