Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2006 09:41:00 -0400
From: Bryan Kelling <bluehotdog@gmail.com>
Subject: Evan and Payton (submission)

	The wind kicked up slowly and you could feel a storm coming on.
"Evan, I think it's gonna storm, we should get in the car." Payton said. He
looked over at Evan as he was trying to fumble with the lighter in one hand
and the one hitter in the other.
      "Payton, don't be such a fuckin sissy." Evan said trying not to let
any of the smoke out of his lungs. "It's just water. Besides, it'll add to
the effect. Here," Evan handed the one hitter over to Payton as his face
was turning red from holding his breath.  "Take it!" Evan said blowing out
a little smoke as he did. Payton grabbed the small metal pipe and took the
lighter. You could tell he was a little uncomfortable with what was going
on. It was Prom night and they should be out with their dates. Payton
inhaled and turned passing the one hitter back to Evan.  "That's a good
boy." Evan said. He patted him on the back and laughed.  Payton coughed a
portion of the smoke out of his mouth trying to say something.
      "Evan! Fuck you asshole." Payton said.
      "Dude," Evan was holding the one hitter and tapped it out on a rock,
"you can't even hold your weed, don't give me any shit." Payton grabbed his
slushy and took a sip trying to hold down his dinner from earlier. Crab
legs and shrimp don't do well with lungs full of marijuana.
      "Look," Payton said, "I just went along with this cause you said you
had something better planned. I didn't want to leave Luanne and Heather
high and dry, what's up with that? I wanted a little girl panty tonight."
Payton pushed Evan a little and he rolled over almost doing a summersault
off the edge of the hill. Payton felt he had pushed a little too much. All
the sudden he was worried that Evan was going to start fucking with him
because he almost pushed him off the edge. The hill can be a bit
dangerous. It sits above the small plat of houses Payton and Even grew up
in, roughly 40 feet high. Evan turned slowly and gave this look of complete
horror on his face. As though he was going to swell up and burst out with
flames. And then he laughed.
      "Ha, you thought I was gonna kick your ass." Evan said. He stood up
and started walking to the car. Then he turned back looking at payton.
"Sissy boy." He said smiling. Payton got a little angry. He was 17 years
old and he was pretty much tired of having his best friend call him sissy
boy all year long. He stood up slowly matching Evan's eyesight. The he
lunged forward.
      "You fucking asshole!" Payton yelled. He hit Evan square in the chest
with his shoulder and Evan fell backwards down the side of the hill holding
on to Payton as he went. They started rolling through the dirt and rocks,
fighting as they went down. Payton just couldn't take it anymore. All year
long Evan had started calling him "Sissy boy". Ever since he mentioned that
he was going to try and get a swimming scholarship for college. That was it
for him. He felt his dignity was insulted and that tore at his anger just
enough tonight that he was done. Both boys kept grabbing and fighting as
they rolled down another 20 feet to the ravine at the bottom. A small creek
went across the hill about halfway down. It was more manmade than anything
but it stopped them from traveling any further down into the back of
Mrs. Prickets yard. Payton landed on his back in the water and Evan was
straddling him. They both stopped and looked at each other. Evan was
laughing on the way down but it had stopped. His nose was bleeding and he
had a small gash above his left eye. Payton could feel that his bottom lip
was swelled a little and that the taste of blood meant that he had cut the
inside of his mouth. Just then rain drops started falling down. You could
hear them hit the water in the creek slowly at first. And then they just
fell all at once.  Payton had soaked the tie and the front part of Evan's
shirt with blood but the water was slowly washing it away. Evan started to
move but Payton stopped him.
      "Evan, wait." He said. Evan turned and looked down at his best
friend. Payton wanted to say he was sorry. He wanted to say something;
anything but he couldn't find the words for it.  Evan moved in closer to
Payton's face. And then, in one quick fluid motion, Evan pushed Payton's
hands up behind his head and held them down in the wet dirt with his left
hand. Then he started pulling Payton's shirt out from his pants with his
right. "Evan, what. ..wait. .I?" Payton said. Evan put his finger to his
mouth.
      "Shhh. I won't tell." Evan said. He leaned down slowly and kissed
Payton smooth chest. Water droplets were falling across Payton's body and
his face. He had to close his eyes or he would get too much water in
them. He wasn't sure what was happening and he started to get very
uncomfortable. His high was still streaming through him and he felt like he
was floating on water. Then. ...Evan kissed him on the lips.

      At first it was a shock. Payton pulled up as fast as he could but
Evan pushed him down hard almost knocking his head into the rocky creek
bed. Payton struggled hard with his hands. Evan had to use both of his
hands to keep Payton from prying loose.
      "Evan! Get off me!" Payton roared. But he was quieted when Evan
forced his mouth down on Payton again. Then, lightening struck a tree in a
loud crack. Even looked up and loosened his grip on Payton. Payton took the
chance he had been given and twisted his legs around flipping Evan into the
creek. He got up and ran, ran as fast as he could.
      "Payton, wait! I'm sorry." Evan yelled after him. He could hear the
rain hitting small puddles in the field as he ran. Tall grass and sticks
grabbed for him as he ran but he kept going. He could see the fence around
Mrs. Pricket's back yard and he heard Evan yelling behind him. He was
slowing getting out of breath. Payton stopped once he reached
Mrs. Pricket's yard and leaned on the fence post.  He turned to see if Evan
had followed him. He hadn't. In fact he was standing in the same spot that
they had been fighting in. He was just staring at him. Lightning struck
through the sky above with another loud crack and Payton could see Evan's
face. His wet hair and blood soaked tuxedo shirt. Payton turned into the
yard and took off running towards his house. He could hear the rain hitting
the sidewalks of his neighborhood as he ran with his black dress shoes
stomping on the concrete, but Evan's voice had disappeared. He couldn't
tell how far from him he had gotten or where he was but he didn't care. He
was so afraid that Evan would come out from behind a house, or a tree. He
was afraid. He started running in the middle of the road. He was soaked
down to his underwear and his feet felt like buckets of water when he
lifted them to run.  When he finally got to his house he hit the backyard
and came in through the back patio. He was too afraid of what his parents
would think he was up to that he didn't want them to see him. The blood
stained tuxedo and fear stricken expression on their 17 year old son would
be definite reasons to question what had happened. And for Payton, it was
something he would like to forget.

      Later that night, Payton was lying in his bed watching the rain hit
his window. He had left his television on without sound so that there was
something else in his room moving besides just the rain. Maybe he was a
little bit of a sissy, but tonight had frightened him more that he had ever
been frightened before. He kept replaying it over in his head. He could see
Evan's rage as he turned from Mrs. Pricket's fence and ran. His eyes where
wondering off and as the television changed to another show and the color
changed in the bedroom his vision went into focus on the window. There was
movement through blinds that wasn't the rain. Payton squinted as you would
to look through a screen door and saw him. There, on the other side of the
street, still in his tuxedo stood Evan. Payton got out of bed and stood at
the window. He opened the blinds and saw Evan staring up at him. He was a
good 60 feet away but his heart started beating faster inside his
chest. Evan lifted a large bottle to his lips and finished off the Vodka
that Payton and he were initially going to finish. Evan's parents were out
of town and Payton had planned on spending the night with Evan. Just like
he does every other weekend but this time it was planned out that the girls
they took would be staying with them. Not tonight. Evan took another look
up at Payton and then he smashed the bottle into the street shattering and
echoing down the small suburban drive. Payton heard his parents wake up and
turned his head towards his door. He saw his tattered tuxedo on the
ground. His parents went past his room heading downstairs to the front
door. When Payton turned back to the street Evan was gone. Nothing but
broken glass and fear was left for him.  That was the last time he saw
him. Evan Stiles.

      "Hey, Payton wait up, man!" Payton heard from behind him as he walked
down the stairs out of the library. He stopped and turned around in a
grudging sort of way. Kyle Walker was pushing past book bags and students
heading up into the library. It was the first week back at Alderman and the
freshman were piling high onto campus. Kyle was from Payton's home town and
it was his first year. Payton was a sophomore. Since they were from the
same town his counselor asked that Payton have Kyle as his little brother
this year. Payton wasn't real excited about the idea. He had finished his
first year slowly in decisions of heading into a psychology major and that
meant a lot of heavy class and study time.
      "Payton, hey." Kyle caught up and Payton turned to head out the
doors.  "Kyle I have to head back to the room, my bio teachers have added
some load to this week and I need to read two chapters tonight." Payton
said. He kept walking and started ignoring Kyle.
      "Hey man, that's cool. But, it's Friday?" Kyle said as if asking a
question. Payton stopped and turned to Kyle.
      "And that means what to me, Kyle?" Payton said. He looked down at the
five foot five inch tall kid and felt sorry for him. He had taken a job
with the school newspaper doing photography for the sports teams. Payton
knew this meant that he'd see a lot of Kyle, but he also knew that it meant
that Kyle would also be having a heavy load. Payton sighed and took a
breath. "Well?" Payton said. Kyle stopped and had the look of confusion and
being lost. Then a light came on.
      "Oh, well listen. One of the football players I met today shooting
their practice warmed up to me a little." Kyle smiled and winked at Payton.
      "Why Kyle, I had no idea you fancied football players, maybe it's all
those pads." Payton laughed.
      "Dude," Kyle said, "I'm not gay." He looked at Payton and rolled his
eyes a little. "Maybe you're the gay one." Kyle added. Payton turned his
head and stopped. He stared off into the cracks of the sidewalk and went
quiet trying not to remember something he'd forgotten.  When he realized
that he had made an awkward silence he quickly came back to his senses and
tried to cover for his obvious action.
      "Yes Kyle," Payton said as he put his hand on Kyle's shoulder. "You
are right. But I only want you, naked, in a big vat of monkey shit with a
rubber double dong." Payton said.
      "Fuck off, man." Kyle said. "I was just gonna say that I got invites
to a private party tonight if you wanna come." Payton laughed and realized
his moment of lapse had gone unnoticed. He was relieved.
      "Uh, yeah, what time?" Payton said.
      "I'll drop by and get you. It's right off campus so we'll walk." Kyle
said. Payton nodded and started off for his dorm room. Kyle called back for
him. "Payton!" he yelled. Payton turned and shrugged.
      "What now, Kyle?" He said. Kyle jogged up to where Payton had stopped
and leaned into him looking around as if watching for someone.
      "It's an invite only. Meaning someone actually invited you and me
specifically. I think one of the Frat's is gonna sponsor us." Kyle's look
of glee and excitement was a little overwhelming. Payton smiled.
      "Well, I guess that's good." Payton said. He didn't want to mention
that this school doesn't have Fraternity sponsorships unless an immediate
family member is an alumni and with it being rush week there's no way
they'd just hand Kyle over a Frat pin, but that would seemingly crush his
happy dreams. Payton didn't have the time for the small details. "Fine,
just come get me when you're ready to go." Payton said. He turned away from
Kyle and headed down the quad sidewalk towards the dorms.

      Payton awoke to a loud thumping at his dorm room door. He leaned over
and looked down at his alarm clock. It read ten thirty. Not the kind of nap
he was hoping for after three hours of reading about the human nervous
system but he needed to get up anyway. Payton jumped down out of bed and
unlatched the door. He opened it to find Kyle dressed in a tan sport
jacket, t-shirt, ripped jeans and sandals.
      "Oh, yeah," Payton said. "I forgot, the party." Payton opened the
door wider and the light from the hall spilled into his room. Kyle came in
and the door closed behind him.
      "Dude, you think you could sleep in something else besides just your
gym shorts. You're pitching a carnival tent." Kyle said motioning down at
Payton's groin.
      "Sorry man, I guess I was dreaming. I need to shower and I'll be
good." Payton said. He walked into the adjoining bathroom and left the door
open. He hit the shower faucet and jumped in shedding his shorts along the
way.
      "Payton, I'm using your cologne. I left mine at home last week." Kyle
yelled in the shower. Payton groaned and tried thinking of something else
to get his carnival tent to go down. After ten minutes of fumbling with
clothes they were out the door and down the woods path towards fraternity
housing. Payton let Kyle lead the way because he wasn't sure where they
were headed. He'd only come through this part of campus on the weekends to
head out to the local shopping strip.
      "Oh, there." Kyle pointed. "The blue house." They walked up to the
loud thump of music and people laughing. Kyle turned to Payton and handed
him his invite. It was a black piece of paper with torn edges that had his
name embossed across the top.  "Payton Hawks" It read. "One invite to the
Death of Summer Frat party." At the bottom in smaller letters was the
phrase "Isle of Style". Kyle knocked and the door opened. Someone dressed
in a grim reaper's costume answered the door and took the invitations
immediately. He looked out onto the street in both directions and then
motioned them inside. They walked into a room that had black clothe strips
hanging from the ceiling. It was pitch black except for the mask on the
grim reaper. It glowed in the dark.
      "Follow me." Said the reaper. They were led through the house where
they were some lame attempts at body parts and dead cats. Skeletons hung in
the corners. Candles where lit up around the house and you eventually
noticed that the main event was in the backyard. The reaper opened the back
patio door and let us walk out. Then he shut the door and locked it behind
him. Payton turned and looked up at the reaper. The reaper lifted his mask
up and smiled. "Have fun." He said. He laughed and walked away from the
door.
      There were about four kegs of beer strewn about the lawn and you
could tell that it was the beginning of the year. The freshman had grouped
together and were huddled up near a make shift table. It was just a couple
of empty barrels with a bored lying on top of it. The rest of the party
seemed to be going well. Music was blaring out of speakers that were up on
stands on the four corners of the yard. The D.J. was going at it with his
music while some sophomore girls were shaking their tits in his
face. Payton sighed as he realized that it was going to consist of another
frat party with bigger dick competitions and vomit stained shoes. He headed
straight for the beer as Kyle took off instantly to pursue his dream of
fraternity pledging.

      An hour and a half crawled by and Payton had worked his way to his
fourth beer and had bummed a cigarette from one of the frat bouncers. He
stood behind one of the kegs leaning up against a wooden post that held the
patio roof up. Payton started to decide it was time to go when he noticed
people moving in and out of the side of the house. He walked over by the
side fence and noticed that there were people going down into the basement
via storm doors on the outside. He might as well get the full tour before
he heads out he thought.  At the bottom of the stairs there was no light
save one that was faint and coming through a small side doorway. He could
hear people laughing and someone moaning slowly. He crept in as cool as he
could and leaned up against a wall. It was hard with all the heads in the
way but once a few people moved he saw what was going on. In the center of
the room stood a giant wooden X. There was Kyle strapped to it with his
pants around his ankles and bare ass hanging out.
      "Oh shit." Payton said. He walked closer to the center of the room
and noticed that Kyle was blind folded. There in front of him on the other
side of the X was a girl who was blind folded and on her knees. She was
giving him the blow job of his life from what it sounded. Payton turned to
a guy standing near who had a ring of keys out and he was clapping.
      "Hey, that's my freshman little brother you got tied up and being
sucked dry there. What's going on?" Payton asked. They fraternity guy
turned and gave Payton the once over. It was one of those looks of deciding
if he could take Payton in a fight or not. I guess he decided no because
his attitude changed.
      "Hey, man, he said he wanted to do it. I told him he didn't have to
get up there just to pledge us. I said he'd already gotten approval just by
being here. But he insisted." The guy said. You could tell this frat guy
was a bit on the drunken side.
      "Ah, well just make sure he gets back to the Cedar building before
Monday." Payton said. He tossed his beer out in a trash bin and headed out
of the room.  He walked to the stairs and looked up when he saw him. Time
seemed to have frozen itself and his heart was racing through his chest. A
top the stairs walking right down towards him was Evan. Evan Stiles. He was
wearing sunglasses and a black sports jacket. Payton turned as fast as he
could and slid to the right of the stairs. He waited until he heard the
footsteps walk into the other room and he breathed out. So much time had
gone by and he had never even thought once that he would see him
again. Payton stood there with his back to the wall for awhile. He heard
Kyle step off the X and someone offer him a beer. They were clapping and
laughing. Then he heard them moving out of the room towards the
stairs. Payton had walked into another doorway and was turned away from it
as they walked up. He wasn't ready to see Evan. He was still unnerved about
it. He hadn't even told his parents. He had to tell them that he lost his
tuxedo skinny dipping in the pond and that he left Evan by the pond
alone. He never imagined him in his life after that. Payton remembered the
day after. He felt horrible. He stood in his backyard and burned the tuxedo
with blood stains in a trash can. His best friend had gone out of his
mind. Maybe it was the alcohol or the weed but it didn't matter. He was
still afraid of Evan. His hearing came back to him slowly and he heard
someone call Evan's name.
      "Hey man, Evan, where you going?" The voice said.
      "I just want to lock up downstairs. There could still be somebody
down there trying to work out some. . ." he paused, "issues they may have
had in the past." Evan said. Shit. Payton didn't want to be caught by him
like this. And then he heard the doors to the basement slam shut. Payton's
heart picked up speed again. The lights flooded on throughout the
basement. It was completely concrete with dirt floors. The cobwebs hung
from the ceilings where not decoration and you could hear mice scurrying
away from the lights.
      "Payton?" Evan's voice said. Payton shuffled his feet a little and
backed into the room more. The light was not working in the room he was in
so he moved out of the doorway in stood in the shadows. "Payton I saw you
go in here but I haven't seen you leave." Evan said. Then Evan came into
view in the doorway. He moved in front of the door from off of the steps
slowly but with a relaxed motion. He had pale skin and dark almost black
hair. His blue eyes burned in the light from the basement fixtures. He was
more muscular than he'd used to be. But, then again Payton was too. Evan
turned and moved towards the other room where Kyle had been getting head
earlier. When he walked into the room and started shuffling around Payton
took his chance. He quickly bolted around the corner and up the stairs,
careful not to rustle too much and make noise. When he got to the top he
noticed that the doors had been secured using a gym locker lock. And then
he heard the voice call from the other room."Payton, you have to come down
the stairs and ask me for the key to get out." Evan said. Chills ran down
Payton's body. "This is my party and I have to formally meet every guest."
Evan added.
      Payton turned slowly and stepped carefully down the stairs. He had to
duck down when he got near the bottom so he wouldn't hit his head on the
ceiling but as Payton looked up there he was in full form standing in the
doorway smiling. Payton stood motionless for a moment. He felt something
inside of him spilling outwards. It was memories, the memories of Evan that
he had forgotten about and buried deep away in his mind.
      "Payton Hawks, I'm glad you got my invite." Evan said. "Come in here
and talk to me. I haven't seen you in a while." He motioned to come into
the room and Payton walked cautiously through the doorway.
	Evan started spraying down the floor with a hose and washing fluids
that one can only imagine where they came from. Payton calmed himself down
more and he found his voice again. "What happened to you?" Payton asked. He
looked at Evan and Evan stopped the hose. He put it down and you could see
Evan losing his breath in that moment.
      "You'll have to forgive me." Evan said. "I haven't had to tell this
story to anyone. It's been a long time and I didn't realize that I'd ever
see you again. This is just a little overwhelming for me." And with that
Payton calmed down completely. "Payton," Evan said as he sat down in a
chair and opened a beer. He motioned and I nodded as he opened a second and
handed it to me. "I can't lie to you about any of this or it wouldn't be
right. I'm in love with you." Evan stopped and looked at Payton's
expression. It wasn't good.  "Well, what I mean is that I fell in love with
you back in high school and I didn't think I'd ever see you again so I just
buried it all." Evan looked at Payton and realized that wasn't the right
thing to say either. Payton stood up and took a few sips of his beer.
      "Evan, I just wanted to know what happened to you." Payton said.
Evan finished his beer and stood up. He walked around the large wooden X
and slid his hands over the wet edges of the leather straps. He stopped
near the other side and Payton saw him hit a button on the wall.
      "Payton, I was found in park by a cop and taken to the station. My
father had to come and pick me up. After that, I was sent to military
school. Once I turned eighteen I left and moved out here. I didn't have
money or a place to stay but I knew how to have a good time. I was taken in
pretty quick by the locals here. When you know how to party you tend to fit
in really well." There where footsteps coming from outside of the room.
Payton started getting an uncomfortable feeling just when four men wearing
no shirts walked in. They circled the X and stood with their arms crossed
and very expressionless looks upon their faces.
      "What's going on Evan?" Payton asked. All of the sudden Payton felt
dizzy. He almost fell. One of the larger men moved in and held him up.
      "Just enough to make sure you are aware but not in anger." Evan
said. "Strip him and tie him up." Payton started feeling nauseous and the
four men where being as rough as they could. He struggled with one of them
as they pulled off his jeans but as they got them off from his feet Payton
fell to his knees and threw up.
      "You drugged me." Payton said. Evan walked around the X and ran his
fingers through Payton's hair.
      "It's all good. I'm not gonna hurt you. Just let them do their job
and it'll be easier." Evan said.  One of the men had stopped moving and
looked up at Evan.
      "Dude, I'm not sure this is such a good idea Isles." The shirtless
guy said. Evan walked over to him and looked him in the eyes.
      "I'm sure the coach would love to know about your fetish for my
fucking asshole!" Evan screamed out the last part and the frat guy backed
down and started ripping Payton's shirt off. Within seconds Payton was
stripped nude and strapped in at the ankles and at the wrists with the
leather shackles. Payton's breathing had eased and whatever drug he had
used was working just enough to keep him at bay.
      "Evan?" Payton asked. Evan turned and looked at him. "Why did he call
you Isles?" Payton asked. His words were slurred from the drugs but it came
out enough to understand. Evan turned and looked at the four men.
      "You guys can go. We're even for this." He said and with that the men
walked out and away into the basement. Evan stripped off his shirt and
placed his sunglasses off his head onto the chair. He took off his
undershirt and unbuttoned his pants. Then he walked over to Payton and put
a hand on his chest. Payton shivered.
      "My name is Evan Stiles, but I've become known as Isles for my
parties. I tend to add a sexually sense of fun to them. So, Isle of style
was born." He said. Evan moved around to the backside of the X and Payton
tried to turn his head but couldn't position himself enough to see him.
Evan caressed Payton's shoulders slowly and rubbed his arm muscles from
behind.  He ran his hands down his chest feeling every pectoral muscle and
abdomen muscle he could. And then Payton moaned and threw his head back
against the wood.
      "Really?" Said Evan. "That's what I figured." He added. Evan slid his
hands over Payton's bare buttocks and down his legs. "I need you,
Payton. You left me alone. You ran." Evan said with an angry tone. Suddenly
Payton realized he was hard. Rock hard and couldn't do anything about
it. Evan slid his hands around each side of his waist and hugged at his
body.  Then Payton felt Evan's mouth against his lower back. It moved lower
and lower down to his tan backside. Payton let out another moan.  Evan
moved around front and dropped his jeans completely on the floor. He wasn't
wearing any underwear. Evan was fully erect and moved like a cat through
the darkness. Payton didn't know what was going on but he suddenly didn't
want it to stop. Evan slid his hands around Payton's calves and moved them
slowly up his inner thighs. Payton tightened his legs and pushed the ankle
straps outward. As Evan moved his hands up near his groin suddenly Payton
felt Evans slow and heavy breath against his own cock. Evan rubbed his
tongue down Payton's shaft to the base and felt his balls with one hand.
      "Don't stop." Payton said. He hadn't realized it had come out of his
mouth. Evan reached downward and undid the ankle straps. As soon as he did
Payton's legs wrapped around Evan's bare naked body and he could feel his
hard cock slide near his ass. Evan stepped up onto the board where the
ankle straps where and leaned into Payton's ear.
      "Do you want me? Do you want this?" Evan asked. Payton's own cock was
thick and hard against Evan's stomach. Pre-cum was sliding over Evan's
abdominal muscles and into his pubic hair. Payton let out another
moan. Evan climbed up higher on the X and rested his feet onto the side
beams. Slowly Evan slid his bare ass down Payton's chest and found his
cock. And then he slid Payton's cock into him. Payton let out a loud moan
as Evan started riding him faster and faster. Payton looked up into Evan's
eyes and they met each other's stare.
      "Come inside of me, Payton. Come for me." Evan said. He was riding so
hard and fast that Payton started pulling on the wrist restraints. Evan's
own cock was rubbing against Payton's chest. He was slowly spilling pre-cum
onto Payton's stomach. Evan could feel Payton's hard cock growing thick
inside of him. It pulsed as he slid up and down the shaft with his own bare
naked ass. His asshole tightened and he held on to Payton's shoulders with
his hands. And then Payton started to tremble. He moaned loud and louder
still and then the wrist restraints gave way with a loud snap. Payton
grabbed for Evan's waist and pushed him high into the air with his own
pelvis. Payton screamed out into the ceiling of the basement. He held onto
Evan as tightly as he could as he came hard and long inside of him. As
Payton felt him loose himself inside of Evan, Evan lost control of his own
body and began shooting his cum across Payton's face. Payton closed his
eyes and felt Evan's come hit across his face. He opened his mouth and he
could taste it dripping onto his tongue. He licked the come from his lips
and then lifted Evan off of his own cock and pulled him up to his
face. Payton slid Evan's cock into his mouth and swallowed all of his come,
and it came. In streams still down his throat he swallowed it all. Evan was
still riding the air and Payton had his hands cupping Evan's ass. He could
feel the warm fluid across his face and body. Evan leaned into Payton's
face and kissed him. Payton kissed him back.
      "Evan, I love you." He said. Evan put his arms around Payton and held
him. He was crying.
      "Payton, I love you, too." And then, Payton passed out.


The End