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A Year to Remember, Chapter Three

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

bristles with impatience, rubbing uncomfortably, restrained by my own underwear. “Look, Adam.” He starts, still standing just a few inches from me. “What's your problem? We're just two horny mates. I wank off all the time and you've already admitted that you do as well. So let's just get our dicks out and get on with it, okay? We don't have to do anything else, just get off. Alright?” He looks concerned at my reluctance. “I thought we were mates now, anyway?” Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, pleading with me, he really needs this. Simon misses his best mate, I miss my dad…we are both missing the male role models who had completed our existence. There is a big hole where they used to be in our lives. The solution seems to be staring us in the face but I am holding back the tide of feelings that are threatening my cautious, introverted, insular world. I have to say something, or do something. “Alright, alright!” I drag my gaze away from his waist and manage to look at his face. “I know we are mates, I kind of like you. It's all kind of weird but… okay.” “Weird?” Simon says, laughing and throwing his head back, his whole body arching backwards. Consequently the red-covered bulge comes even closer to my face. “Well, yeah. You are a bit, Simon.” “Not as fucking weird as you, my friend.” Is he teasing me? “I don't know anyone else who would wear white socks and jeans in quite the same way as you do.” His face almost splits in two as he smiles and winks. Winks! My hearts skips a ... beat, several I think, and my resolve melts away. My cock all this time has been at half mast, brushing against the inside of my undies and now it is demanding attention. My nose is collecting as much as I can take of fresh lemonliness and the unique scent, of Simon. He is so close to me now that I have no choice but to breathe him all in. What the hell is happening to me? I need to do this and I need to do it now. I am on the brink of standing up and getting the hell out here, back down the endless stairs. Tousled hair, sparkling eyes, freckled nose and perfect teeth, all gone from sight… and temptation! “Oh my God!” I mumble. “Just shut up, Adam.” The voice comes from the floor in front of me. Simon is on his knees in front of me and then I feel it. His hand on my leg, he walks his soft fingers down the leg of my jeans and tucks them inside the top of my sock. Then he pulls it off, revealing my bare, equally pale foot. “If you're just going to sit there, I'm going to have to get you motivated.” I like the commanding Simon little better than sarcastic Simon. He raises his head and looks me right in the eyes. Lifting the commandeered sock to his eye line, he takes a deep breath in. Bloody hell, he is sniffing my sock. I sit there, dumbfounded but hornier than I have ever been in my entire life. Simon raises his eyes to meet mine again, still kneeling on the floor. “Well?” He says, simply. In response, I stand up carefully, I don't want to knock him over. And, looking like an ...