Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2008 14:12:26 -0700
From: T Cav <musicfreak9841@gmail.com>
Subject: "It Started in a Practice Room"

The story has been written for entertainment purposes for consenting adults
only. It contains escapades of male on male sex.  If you are not of legal
age or if you consider this type of writing to be morally offensive, then
do not read the following story. It is your own responsibility to adhere to
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		       It Started in a Practice Room

      Jason walked into his class, unaware that Ian had been sitting
waiting and watching for his beautiful frame to enter the doorway.  Ian
noted how great Jason's sense of style was, wearing his faded ripped jeans,
flip-flops, and faded tee-shirt that clung tight to his slightly muscular
body.  Ian watched his arm muscles contract and move and he put down his
bag next to his seat, and then watched even more closely to his perfect
heavenly ass as he sat down two seats ahead of him.
	Ian had been in love with Jason for a while but severely lacked the
courage to tell him, but that never stopped him from staring at him
whenever he came into class, or visiting him while he played guitar.  Those
were his favorite days, when he could find Jason plucking away in a
practice room in the music building, and feign a little more interest in
classical guitar than he really had; but it always gave him a chance to
stare at Jason, completely absorbed in his music, and in truth it really
was ever so slightly romantic, all that classical guitar music.
	After a long and boring class Jason ran out of the room, Ian close
behind.  Ian pretended to involve himself in conversation with some
friends, leaving Jason enough time to set himself up in a practice room and
warm up.  Eventually Ian pretended to peak into each practice room in an
attempt to make it look like he hadn't planned on going to visit Jason.
	"Hey Jason!" He said excitedly as he opened the door to Jason's
practice room without even knocking.
	"Oh, hey man, what's up?" Jason replied, completely unfazed by the
intrusion on his practice time.
	"Not much, just, you know, seeing who's out practicing. Nobody
really down here today...What are you working on?"
	"Oh just some new pieces I just got, nothing really too amazing."
	"Well let me hear one"
	"Why do you always insist on hearing my stuff before its ready for
performance?"
	Ian's stomach sank.  Was Jason on to him, had Jason realized all
the time he spent staring at him? Had he realized that nine times out of
ten Ian would visit him in the practice rooms, and insist on hearing
something? Ian didn't know what to say, he froze completely.
	"Hello? Ian? You want to come back down to earth?" Jason mocked
	"Oh sorry man" Ian replied "I don't know, I just like hearing you
play."
	"Alright..." said a slightly confused Ian
	Jason started plucking away at his guitar, and in fact it did prove
to calm Ian's nerves; he entered an almost trance-like state.  He gazed
longingly at Jason completely absent mindedly, but even though he didn't
realize how strong his stare was it did not go unnoticed by Jason.
	Without saying a word Jason stopped playing and put down his
guitar.
	"Why did you stop pla..." Ian started to say but was cut off by
Jason leaning into him with a passionate kiss.  Jason pulled Ian into him,
and gently kissed him, then suddenly pulled away.
	"Sorry" said Jason turning completely red. He turned away quickly
and started packing up his guitar.
	"About what" said Ian "That's what I've been hoping for every
single time I've come down here to hear you practice."
	"Really" said Jason, a smile filling the space previously occupied
by the red in his cheeks.  Secretly he had been hoping for this to happen
every time Ian had visited him too.
	"There's people coming" said Ian hearing the door to the hallway
open and close, "but my roommate has a class right now if you want to go
back to my room.
	"Okay," said Jason hesitantly "but this is really new to me, I've
never been with another guy before"
	"Don't worry, we'll take it slow" assured Ian. No sooner had Ian
flicked the lock on his dorm room door, than Jason was all over him,
pushing him harshly up against the wall, tearing at his clothes.
	"Take it slow" chuckled Ian jokingly, arching his back and brining
his shoulder blades together, his skin stretching and bulking like a piece
of fine silk.  He undid the button on the top of Jason's pants, and slid
his hands down the back, feeling the amazing shape of his cheeks through
the smooth fabric of his boxer-briefs.  Jason took this cue and started to
undo Ian's pants, also sliding his hands down, but he quickly moved to the
front and started to gently massage Ian swelling penis through his
underwear.
	Ian let out a low moan, and Jason pulled away slightly, but
realizing it was a good thing he quickly pulled back in, closer this time,
pressing his body against Ian's and doubling his efforts at working on
Ian's now fully hard cock.
	Ian, his tool now standing at full mast, slowly pushed Jason off of
him and took him by the hand, throwing him down on his bed.  Ian proceeded
to unsheathe his manhood, and grabbed it with one hand, the other hand
stabilizing himself on Jason's leg, as he dropped down to his knees in
front of his long time fantasy boy.
	"To fast?" said Ian with a coy look on his face.
	Jason clearly did not think it was going to fast as he placed a
hand on the back of Ian's head, guiding his head down to the deep purple
underwear, more specifically the bulge in his deep purple underwear. As
Ian's face neared the beautiful bulge, he got a good dose of Jason's manly
odor and his began to swim with the ideas of getting to suck his beautiful
dick.
	Finally Ian's face made contact; the softness of the fabric against
Jason's hard pelvis felt amazing as Ian groped with his mouth, feeling
around for Jason's rod.  He rubbed his lips against the outline, and
flicked his tongue around Jason's balls, prompting Jason to take a turn to
moan.
	"Nobodies ever done that before" gasped Jason, and Ian looked up at
him with a smirk.
	"Well get ready for the grand finale" he said enticingly, pulling
Jason's underwear off in a hard jerking motion.  Jason's erection
immediately sprang to attention, and as soon as he took a quick glimpse he
engulfed the entire thing to the hilt.  He worked slowly up and down the
huge dick, swallowing it completely one moment then massaging the head
between his lips and tongue the next.
	He took a break a few minutes in to pay attention to Jason's balls,
he had always had a thing for balls, and Jason's were amazing.  Two orbs,
perfectly the same size, about the size of golf balls, hanging low in a
magnificent hairy sack.  Ian played with them in his mouth, making sure to
pay attention to every last inch of them, then he pulled them out and
kissed them both tenderly and began to flick his tongue back and forth
across them.
	All the while Jason sat on the bed his head thrown back in
pleasure, rubbing his tight body all over, sweat beginning to form around
the center of his chest.  Soon he began to writhe in pleasure, and Ian
moved his attention back to his cock, getting ready for the massive
eruption that would ensue.
	"Oh man, its about to blow" moaned Jason, and Ian took the cue to
pull his member from his mouth, allowing volley after volley of thick,
salty cum to land on his face and in his open mouth.
	"Wow" said Jason, still out of breath, looking down at Ian, who had
already taken his softening tool back into his mouth.  After another minute
of Ian making sure he had completely drained Jason of all of his essence,
he stood up and simply said, "Well, I think a shower is definitely in
order."
	"Okay..." said Jason looking slightly disappointed that they should
part now as Ian wiped off his face, and grabbed his towel.
	"Want to conserve water?" Said Ian with a wink, as he grabbed
Jason's hand and led him out of the room towards the showers.

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