Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2015 21:44:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: thomas eaton <ckjoboy72@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adam & Steve part 4

I just walked in on my best friend naked. He's lying on his back on my bed,
and he and the bed are covered in his cum.

And he was watching one of my favorite Queer As Folk sex scenes.

Oh, and he's been stealing my underwear for years.

My cock isn't just stirring in my pants, it is fully hard and begging to be
let out. This is one of the hottest things I have ever seen. It is without
a doubt the hottest thing to ever happen in my bedroom. I mean, I fuck
girls in here now and then, but this, this is something altogether
different.

"Hi." Says Steve, a little sheepish. He seems to have calmed down from the
massive orgasm and from the sure knowledge that I just watched him explode
all over my bed.

I decide to play it cool. I walk toward the bed slowly, dropping my
backpack somewhere stupid in the middle of the floor. What I really want to
do is lick the cum off his sticky fingers, or just kiss the boy on the
lips, and then see what happens next. Then I see my underwear again, and I
remember that I need to interrogate him.

"So Steve," I paused for commanding effect, "Just how long have you been
stealing my underwear? And, please, let's take these all the way off,
you're totally stretching them."

He's wearing a very new pair of my Calvin Klein low rise trunks. They say
CALVIN KLEIN in big letters across the waistband, or as he's using them,
tucked under his balls. He isn't actually stretching them, but I couldn't
think of another way to get him naked.

He hasn't actually responded to my request to remove my underwear from his
hot body, so I just take that as an invitation.

It's not like I haven't been this close to him naked before. We're this
intimate almost every single day. It's not like I haven't pulled off his
speedo in a fit of horseplay before. I guess not all of the team does that,
though, huh?

Anyhow, I move to the bottom of my bed and kneel down between his feet. My
heart is thundering with nervousness, as I'm sure his is, too.

I reach up and carefully tug the waistband off of his hips. As I do it, I
lock my eyes on his. It like I don't want to look down and see what I'm
doing, as if somehow I'm helping his modesty. The tall waistband makes it
easy for me to tug the briefs down his thighs, he's very cooperative about
pulling his legs together so the Calvins just come right off.

I then get on the bed, to his right. I probably lie in a big sticky spot of
his cum.

"Uh, how did you find out?" Steve asks me, and he leans up a little, so
we're lying on the bed, and now we're kinda facing each other.

"It sounds like you've been doing this for a while, but this pair," I toss
the newly removed underwear over to him and they land on his stomach, in a
big patch of cum. "This pair is brand new, released this week. There's no
way you just happened to have bought the same pair."

"Ah." He looked like he was trying to remember, "You wore them for the
first time a couple of days ago?"

I nodded, and moved a little closer to him. There was no way this
conversation was ending in anything less than a huge kiss, and hopefully we
were going to do a lot more.

"Well, I grabbed them from your laundry the day you wore them." He said,
with a certain air of relief.

"I have to know, though, when did this start?" I'm not sure why I was
pressing the question, but I was hoping it would lead to some fantastically
hot story about why he's been wearing my dirty laundry.

My heart is still pounding, and I can feel it mostly in my cock. Every
single beat just booms through my body and I can feel my cock just
throbbing in my underwear, locked away inside my school uniform.

He then proceeds to tell me a story about the first time we met. I don't
actually recall the details he gives me, but apparently he patiently
watched me strip naked and then slip into my speedo. Then he realized we
were pretty much wearing the same underwear. After he got changed, he went
into my locker to check the size, and then just swapped them. He gave me
the impression that he didn't even think twice about it.

That night, almost two years ago, I went home in his underwear.

He then went on to explain that, even back then, we had very similar tastes
in underwear. As he was talking I glanced down at his cock, which was
getting nice and hard again. The storytelling must have turned him on just
as much as it did me.

"Do I actually want to know how often you did this?" I said to him,
smiling. I had now moved close enough to him that it should be obvious this
was going to end in kissing.

He went on to explain that he stole my underwear as often as he possibly
could. In fact, he no longer had any idea who's underwear either of us were
wearing if we were in the black or white CK boxer briefs. He smiled as he
told me. I wanted to wipe the grin off of his face with my tongue so much
it hurt. He explained some elaborate system he had for switching out the
underwear, but I stopped paying attention - I had a new question.

"Did you ever cum in any of the pairs you swapped out?" I asked, with a
carefully straight face. Like I was asking if he'd done the math homework,
or if the bus was going to be on time. I was probably blushing, we were now
actually talking about sex.

He told me how he took the first pair he stole home and creamed in them
almost immediately. Then he blew another load when he woke up in them the
next morning. Then another memory triggered in my head. The day when I
thought that I had cum in my own shorts and forgotten about it. I mean, it
happened every so often - sometimes I get real hard at school...

So I asked him, essentially, if that had been his cum. As I asked him, I
felt like my cock was going to burst, listening to the hottest, dirtiest
story. His cock was now throbbing like mine.

I reached over to his face and held his chin with my thumb and forefinger,
"That is so fucking hot." And then I kissed him on the lips. My big wet
lips to his big wet lips. Our mouths moving slowly against each other. My
hand holding his head at the right angle for the most perfect kiss.

We kissed for what seemed like hours, but it was probably less than a half
minute. I could taste him, I could feel the electrical attraction between
the two of us.

I was the first to break the kiss. I backed away from his face only a
couple of inches. I wanted to be able to stare deeply into his eyes as we
continued to talk dirty. The more I though about what he had told me, the
hotter the story. All of a sudden, I fantasized that I was always wearing
underwear his cock had been in first. I smiled my best sexy smile.

He then continued to open up, explaining that once we were good enough
friends for him to come over, he just raided my laundry basket on a regular
basis. I was pretty sure that he got the briefs I had used as cum rags,
some of them stiff as a cardboard box from my repeated jack off
sessions. He'd take them home, or change into them in my bathroom, and then
he'd add his cum to them, then he'd bring them back.

Sometime, Steve explained that time he'd bring stuff back washed, just to
be on the safe side. But not always.

He then got all down on himself, calling himself a pervert. Which I could
not encourage.

"Like I said, too fucking hot. And if you're a pervert, I'm a pervert. But
I guess you know that by the volume and assortment in my underwear
collection." I smiled a reassuring smile. I'm a total underwear pervert, I
check out all the guys on the team. I buy random underwear all the
time. Sometimes I just like the picture of the guy's package on the
package.

Then I brushed my hand against his naked right hip. I thought he was going
to jump off the bed, but he controlled his surprise sufficiently. I moved
my hand toward his thigh and stroked him slowly and with a very obvious
touch. He complimented me on my underwear collection and I wrapped my hand
around his rock hard cock.

I was touching him in the most intimate way possible. I occasionally
dreamed about this. I would look at him in the shower, or in the pool, or
in a hallway, and think about grasping his cock. There were several times
where I had lain naked holding my own cock, trying to get to sleep,
wondering what it would be like if I held his cock...

I think about him in my underwear, and then, with my eyes locked on his, I
tell him, "I think you're just going to have to give me a show
sometime. I'm curious to see how you look in my underwear, especially now I
know you're just as familiar with The Collection as I am."

Somehow, I then pivot away from his face, and in one fluid motion, move my
body down the bed and slide his cock into my mouth.

I had licked my lips as I moved my head down his body, so his cock slid
into my mouth with a nice wet warmth. As his cock hit my tongue, I could
feel the dried cum from his earlier orgasm. I used my tongue to then gently
probe the tip, and there I tasted fresh pre-cum.

Then I just slid him into my mouth as far as he could go, burying my nose
into his pubic hair. I have never ever done anything like this before. He
smells so good. I can't imagine anything smelling so good as having my nose
deep in my best friend's cum-stained pubic hair.

I have read a lot about sucking cock, but never actually gotten around to a
practical example until now. The only thing I can remember at this point is
with his cock deep in my throat, I should try to swallow and that somehow
that will feel good to him.

I swallow, and I can feel his body shiver slightly.

Then I slowly rock my head back and forth, moving his rock hard cock in and
out of my throat. I toy with him a little by almost letting his cock go,
but then I plunge right back onto it again.

Then out.

Then in.

Out.

In.

It's hypnotic, and amazing, and I just want to do it forever. He tastes so
good, the intimacy I feel with him is so close. It's awesome.

I decide I'm going to concentrate on licking the very tip of his cock, so I
slowly slide him out, keeping my mouth as tightly closed as I can, then
when he's out, I very carefully slide my tongue into the slit at the end of
his cock.

I've never thought this before, but I wonder what it must be like to watch
him piss? Or how hot it would be to be this close while he blows a monster
load of cum?

I'm holding his throbbing cock, and just about to go back down on him when
we both hear my mom's voice downstairs.

There is no way that she can see us like this. Not that it's wrong, it's
just, well, a mom shouldn't see her son having sex with anyone.

I slide off his cock, kiss him on the lips and tell him to get dressed in
my bathroom. Then I dash across the room to the top of the stairs to find
out what's going on.

"Hey Mom." I say, as steadily as I can. Then I look beyond her and I see
Sarah. That would be my girlfriend, Sarah. Sarah who my mom doesn't
particularly like because mom thinks she dresses 'in a provocative way'.

Like now, when Sarah has come from a volleyball game in her team
uniform. Like Sarah has done on several occasions, and like when I've
peeled the super tight clothing off of her and we fucked like the horny
teenagers we are.

I had no idea there was a game, and I had no idea that she'd be coming
over. But then I looked at the TV and saw Brian & Justin from Queer as Folk
squirming in ecstasy on freeze frame.

Great, one more thing to deal with.

"Hi Sarah, nice to see you." I smiled. Mom just looked at me, annoyed. I
continue; "Steve is up here and we're doing stupid math homework again. Do
you want to come up?"

With the mention of Steve, mom's face softened a little. She likes
Steve. Of course, she has no idea that Steve and I just became lovers.

Sarah, on the other hand seems a little less enthused about Steve being
here, I guess she just wanted a quick fuck and then she'd go home for
dinner. Maybe there's a way I can salvage the evening after all. I check
the bedroom for anything that might give me away (other than the TV) then
say, "Come on up." to Sarah. She still has to get past my mom in order to
get up the stairs.

I quickly dart across the room, unplug the TV and dash back before she can
get all the way upstairs. I wave at my mom who looks up at Sarah's ass
disapprovingly. Those volleyball shorts are a thing of human beauty. They
hold a girl's ass so perfectly.

Sarah is super hot. And wearing the volleyball team uniform really just
gives the teenage boy's mind nothing to fantasize about: Her body is very
clearly on display for all to see.

It's only then I realize that I'm thinking about how Steve would look in
the hot pants that Sarah is wearing.

Shit, Steve. Naked Steve. Hot Steve. Steve with the amazing smell. Steve
with the rock hard cock. Steve.

Sarah is also wondering about Steve, and thinks at this point that I made
him up so we could fuck. She's about to put her arms around my neck and
start kissing me.

As if he hears my mental cries for help, Steve flushes the toilet and exits
the bathroom.

His eyes first look at the TV, he was wondering if I'd remember to fix
that, apparently. Then his eyes went to Sarah's ass, as that was what was
facing him.

For a second, his face looked like I had murdered a puppy right in front of
him - anger, disappointment, hatred - then his face switched to a neutral
look as he said hello to Sarah.

Sarah spun around, "Hi Steve, I didn't know you were here." She was showing
me her ass, making it clear to me what she was here for.

"Yeah," said Steve, "I know it's Friday night, but math was brutal this
week. And then we have a meet tomorrow that we both have to go to, so its
more of a school night than a regular Friday." He looked disappointed, but
now he looked differently disappointed, like he was genuinely sad that we
couldn't party all night or something.

Then I registered what he'd said. In the heat of the moment, I had totally
forgotten that we had a swim meet the next day. At some high school a
couple of hours away. I piled on with the sadness.

"Yeah, so Steve and I were going to do homework, play video games, and then
call it an early night. We have to be on the bus at like 7am tomorrow." I
used the disappointed look now, too, trying for a united front.

"Well, I guess if you boys are just going to be doing math, I'm outta
here." Sarah pecked me on the cheek, patted Steve on the shoulder, and went
home.

I walked downstairs and made sure to lock all the doors to the pool house -
I did not want to be disturbed again. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a
couple of bottles of water, then headed back up to my new lover upstairs.
Any thoughts of the girl had disappeared from my mind, except for how Steve
would look in those shorts.

When I got back to my room, Steve was looking stressed. He was sitting at
the desk where we usually do our homework, and he was now fully dressed. I
had hoped he'd stripped off and jumped back into bed, but I guess he was
going to make our evening a little more complicated than that.

"Steve," I started, walking over to him and stroking his face with my right
hand. "I'm sorry about Sarah. I had no idea she was coming over. And yes,
you know we fuck. But I think that's over now." I sat down next to him and
realized I had mis-spoken. "I know that's over now. You are the one I want
to be with." Then I kissed him.