Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2012 19:39:09 -0400 (EDT)
From: Kell <daredevillain862@aim.com>
Subject: Corey and Evan-3 & 4

*****PLEASE READ THIS!!!!!*****

I am NOT the original author of this story. This story was originally
posted on my forum (http://kbboys.darkbb.com) by an old friend who then
proceeded to post Chapter 1 here on Nifty & give the a link to my forum at
the bottom. I recently just realized that he never posted the rest of his
story (which is UNFINISHED by the way) & so I thought for those who enjoyed
the story, it would only be fair to submit what else he wrote.

These are the last 2 chapters that exist. Enjoy!


Corey and Evan- Chapter 3
by TW

Evan woke up. Another year was over. Last night was one of the most
exciting New Year's Eve parties he'd ever attended. In the cold, Evan
rushed to a nearby friend's house to just chill -- but he found himself
immersed into what the guests (including Evan) would consider as the
memorable party of 2008. Something didn't feel right. Evan was lying on the
floor, still staring at the ceiling, he hadn't looked around at all. That's
when he noticed the streamers everywhere... and what's this?

	"Umm. What the fuck?" he muttered.

Someone had covered him up. Now it became apparent he must have passed out
at the party. Evan's head hurt, but he turned sideways to discover he
wasn't the only one who must've passed out.

***

This New Year's Eve was shit. I tried calling Evan last night and he
wouldn't pick up, and he still isn't answering his cell. If he had called
and told me he couldn't make it, then that would have been fine. Did he
forget that he was supposed to come to my house or something? Maybe
something bad has happened to him...Oh fuck it. He hasn't shown me any
consideration lately.

Back in November we seemed to love each other. I keep asking myself what
happened, but there's no explanation. We only fucked once though. Maybe he
never really loved me in the first place. Hah, if things could go back to
how they were then. I only wish. You want to know about it. Don't you?
There's not much to tell.  Sex isn't what it's made out to be. Evan's
parents weren't home (they never are) and he was really horny. He sat down
on the edge of his bed and asked if I minded if he jacked off, and I said
"Why would you need to do that?" Evan didn't get it at first, until I got
down on my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants.

Of course, we hadn't done anything until the point, other than furiously
make out. His eyes told how genuinely shocked he was (I was shocked
too!). I pulled down his jeans and boxers, revealing his cock to me for the
first time. Then BAM -- reality check! I didn't know exactly what to do,
and I certainly had never seen another guy exposed this closely before. But
I wanted to make Evan happy, so I just stuck it in my mouth and treated it
like a large popsicle. He didn't make any interesting noises or anything
though. Licking the head made him jump, and I laughed. Apparently that
worked, because after a couple minutes playing with the tip of his cock
Evan squirmed and quickly told me to stop. I pulled off and looked at it,
confused as to whether the wetness of it was saliva or precum, as I knew he
hadn't came yet.

	"Get up and turn around." Evan instructed me.

I turned around and he told me to lie on my back on the bed. Something told
me what was coming -- was he actually going to fuck me? For some reason, he
turned around and opened a drawer. Evan got a condom out and slid it on.

	"Don't want to take any chances..." he trailed off, "I'm probably
clean, but just in case, I don't want to give something to you."

Evan got himself lined up with my hole, ready to push in for the first
time. While I had fingered myself before...well, this was something
completely different. Let's say Evan certainly was a big larger than my
finger. He pushed slowly, explaining how he didn't want to hurt me. It made
me love him that much more. Even while being extremely horny, Evan didn't
let that blind him.

It took longer than we had expected. After a while his pubes were tickling
my ass, and we decided I was ready. I felt closer to him than I ever had
before. This was the closest we could physically get, him inside me. Evan
started to slide in and out slowly, grunting while he held my legs and
tried to keep me comfortable. He didn't last very long.

	"Ehhh I'm going to cum fast."

I didn't blame him.

	"Corey, you're just so tight, I can't believe it."

He slid out a final time and ripped the condom off. Evan jacked himself off
like mad over me, and I heard him whisper "fuck" as he came over my stomach
and then he rolled onto the bed next to me.

	"I-I-I love you Corey."

Evan said as he regained his breath, and I knew how tired that must have
made him. It only took a couple minutes until he reached over and grabbed
my cock. Heh, it certainly didn't take long for him to get my cum mixed in
with his on my stomach.

And that was it.

***

Not a sound was heard in the house. Evan still lay on the floor, stunned to
see that the person next to him wasn't just someone he disliked - but a
girl. Though she wasn't just any girl. The memories came back to him.

Selina had been his girlfriend a while back. Evan broke up with her by
coming out to her. Let's just say she didn't take it well and things
weren't really the same after that. He didn't want to hurt her, but there
wasn't much he could do about it.

But why would Evan fall asleep at a party and be covered up by someone with
his enemy ex- girlfriend? He went ahead and stood up, his head pounding
from a hangover, and something terrible dawned on him.

He was naked. And so was Selina. This began to get really odd. Evan glanced
around the room at other people passed out on the floor and on the couch.

It was a small place, one of those duplex homes. The room was rectangular;
and the door was right in front of Evan, while the TV and entertainment
center was to the right of the door. On the wall to Evan's right was a
couch, in front of it a coffee table, and then where he was laying on the
floor in the pathway from the entrance to back to the kitchen behind
him. Behind him on his left sat an armchair and then the stairs leading
upstairs. Directly behind him was the arched doorway leading into the
kitchen.

Evan didn't exactly know the place well, this was one of the few times he'd
ever been inside. He walked around, not embarrassed of his nakedness, and
tried to remember what actually happened the previous night, but nothing
came.

What was he going to tell Corey?

*End of Chapter 3*


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Corey and Evan- Chapter 4 by TW


Evan knew he and Corey already seemed to be going their own ways. But he
truly didn't want it to end so soon. Whether or not you believe that young
love is possible, Evan felt that there really was a better connection
between himself and Corey, and he wanted to explore it further. This
wouldn't only be journey for the two to find themselves, but a journey
through the cruel world. All of that would have to wait: before going any
father, Evan would have to talk to Corey. There was no alternative.

Searching around the room to find his clothes was a difficult task among
the furniture, passed out party-goers, half-filled drink cans and all the
other celebration debris. He finally managed to retrieve his boxers and
pants but couldn't find his shirt, though we was able to pull his sneakers
from the tangled mess of shoes near the front door and decided to leave
without a shirt.

Light streamed in from the outside as he slowly creaked open the door,
trying to avoid any kind of shrill squeak or noise that might arouse the
others from their drunken slumbers. Pulling the door shut, Evan dashed out,
through the grass lawn towards his own home and paused only to struggle
with getting his house key out of his front pants pocket and to slide off
his shoes, so as to make less noise indoors.

Discreetly, Evan tiptoed around the spaces of floor which he knew were weak
and would give away his position. Sliding along one wall in the entryway,
he couldn't help but glance at the family portrait on the opposite wall,
his siblings and parents smiled back at him, captured within the photograph
-- a time that wouldn't reoccur. Since the divorce of his parents when Evan
was age fourteen, things wouldn't be exactly the same. Evan wasn't paying
attention to his surroundings and bumped into the small table in the
entrance-way.

	"FUCK" escaped his lips. And he was probably fucked now. And he
heard from the other room a hissing kind of sound.

	"What IS that?" he thought, leaning around the corner to spot his
father sleeping upright in a reclining chair. "Oh..." Stubbing his toe on
the entrance-way table hadn't woken his father up, the older man was still
snoring after having fallen asleep the night before.

Rather than call Corey now, Evan reckoned that waiting until a more
appropriate time to talk about their personal lives would be better. Just
after ten o'clock sounded nice.


*End of Chapter 4*


Again, I am NOT the original author of this story. It was written by an old
friend & posted on my forum. All rights go to him, I figured I would just
post it.

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