1. A Year to Remember, Chapter Three


    Date: 12/29/2014, Categories: Gay Male, Author: JasperWalton, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    wears the same kind of underwear that I do? I'm going to find out, I'm determined to. I follow him up the stairs and then the ladder. I close the trap door behind me, and realise he's disappeared. I look around the huge room, but can't see anything of him. Honestly! Where can he have gone? Then I remember the bathroom in the corner. “Simon?” I call. “Just having a piss!” he calls back, totally unconcerned. “Okay.” I sit on the end of the bed again, one leg tucked under the other, one foot on the plush blue carpet. I hear the toilet flush and look up. Oh my God! Simon is clad in just his underwear. Boxer briefs, red with a black waistband, that's it, nothing else! Just his pants! “Hey, you're still dressed?” Simon says, like it's an everyday thing. One sixteen year old, unexpectedly, nearly naked in front of his new friend. In his bedroom, on only their second meeting. “Well, yeah,” I blurt out, not sure what else to say, “And you're, well...not...” I feel my cheeks reddening, my ears burning. I can't take my eyes off him. The scarlet of his boxers glares against the paleness of the rest of his body. Without clothes, Simon is a completely different beast. Something primeval stirs deep within me, I feel on the verge of losing control of my senses. I sit there, my mouth gaping and my face on fire. My body is tormenting my mind, lust is winning, over reason. I want this so much, it's beginning to hurt. My throbbing dick shifts the pressure from my brain for a moment. His gentle, ...
    teasing voice trickles into my ears. “Adam,” Simon says, as he takes a pace towards me. “What are you staring at? Again?” He grins wildly and holds his arms away from his body, palms out, questioning me with his near nakedness. He is straight up-and-down, no curves to him at all. Of course his shoulders are beginning to broaden out, just like mine are but other than that, there are no contours. Now without the joggers and t-shirt, I can see from where I'm perched on the bed, that he does look almost hairless, apart from the peeking tufts from his armpits, and that tantalising ginger trail heading downwards from his belly button. Thankfully his feet are bare now, Superman slippers, abandoned in the doorway of the bathroom, pure white and male model perfect. He stands on the sides of them, curling his toes inwards. I bite my bottom lip, to stop me saying something that I might regret later. “Look, I thought you were up for this? You said you were earlier.” Simon comes to stand directly in front of me. His lightly freckled nose, only about two feet away from mine. His eyes boring into my own, seemingly registering my animal lust, his pupils widen slightly. “Umm.” I look down, and immediately wish that I hadn't. It is pretty obvious Simon is raring to go. I can clearly see the outline of what looks like a substantial package for such a slim guy, straining the cotton fabric of his garish boxers. My eyes are drawn to his right hip and a small dark stain on the fabric. My own dick ...
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