Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 01:13:48 -0500
From: Roe St. Alee <roesaintalee@hotmail.com>
Subject: How I Got Carter 10

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------- How I Got Carter: Chapter 10 -------

As I run my hand across his smooth, muscular chest, I move my lips lower
down his body.  Across his abs, one by one, until my lips slide down past
his waist and I slowly pull away after one last, long kiss at the top of
where his pubic hair would be, that is, if he wasn't completely clean
shaven.  Now it's time to really get things started.

Carter gasps a little as I just graze the tip of his member with my mouth.
He wants it, and he wants it bad.  I take a short moment to savor the view
of his cock a few inches in front of my face before opening wide and
burying it deep into my mouth.

I bob my head up and down ferociously as Carter writhes with pleasure.  My
hands move now from his stomach across his hip bones and V-lines, then down
to... more important areas.  I pull off a little with my mouth and run my
tongue over his cockhead while I stroke him with one hand and feel on his
smooth, full balls with the other.

I thrust again, a little deeper this time.  I want to take it slow since
it's Carter's first time doing this.  If it was Sam I'd probably just let
him take the reins and show me what he's got, but with Carter I'll guide
him a little bit.

"Yeah, that's good," I say reassuringly.  "Just take it slow and steady for
now, that feels awesome."

Wait, I must have missed something.

Just a second ago I was going to town on Carter's privates with my face.
Now all of a sudden, he's giving me head.  Being caught up in the moment is
one thing, but missing out on the cock-to-mouth transition completely is
totally different.

Ok, now I'm not even sure what I'm sticking my dick into.  I thought Carter
was giving me head, but I'm reaching out to grab his hair and I'm coming up
with nothing.  Am I even having sex right now?  While we're on the subject,
where am I, and how did this happen?  The moment makes sense, but I can't
find any context...

Oh, damn it all.

It was just a dream.

I blink my eyes in what looks like the very first moments of dawn and look
over to check the clock.  It's 5:45 in the morning.  Shit.  It's probably
the worst time in the world to wake up.  I have to be up for school in 45
minutes, so part of me wants to just get it over with.  The other part of
me, however, doesn't want to be grumpy all day at school and wants to go
back to bed until my alarm goes off at 6:30.

Unfortunately, the latter might not be an option this morning.  The dream
may not have been real, but my dick sure doesn't know that.  It's rock hard
and sticking almost straight up in the air, making a tent in my bedsheets.

Somewhat begrudgingly, I reach down and take hold of my hardon with my
right hand.  I stroke up and down as I try to relive my dream.  Giving
Carter head would be amazing.  I imagine the feeling of his perfect, cut
cock in my mouth as I move up and down on it.  I'd love to hear him moan as
he starts to cum, then feel his hot, salty seed shoot into the back of my
throat.

Then I could fuck him.  I can only imagine what it would feel like
penetrating him for the first time, slipping inside of his warm, tight ass.
Pumping my dick into it again and again, slowly at first, but then with
more force.  I've seen his behind enough times to know how muscular it is,
and I imagine how incredible it would feel to have his ass clamping down
around my tool as I bang him.  Then, as I feel my release draw near, I'd
bury myself to the hilt in his tight virgin ass...

I sigh with pleasure as I feel my climax build.  The tingling of my orgasm
spreads through my body as I shoot my load across my chest and stomach.  I
soak in the feelings of release as the last images of Carter fade from my
mind.

I sigh again, this time less contentedly and more along the lines of
frustrated.  I usually don't cum much if I jerk off right when I wake up,
but this morning is a different story.  I'm covered.

Now that I have a load of jizz covering most of my front side, I don't have
much of a choice but to get up and shower, the first step in my morning
routine.  I carefully walk to the bathroom so as not to spill all over the
carpet, then hop in the shower and get cleaned up for school.

The water feels great as it courses over my naked body, and even short on
sleep, I think today might be a good day.  It's Friday - always a good
thing - but I also have plans to hang out with Koichi after soccer, which
means I'm going to have a nice, relaxing night.  I just have to make it
through eight hours of school and two hours of practice, then I'm home
free.

Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the fog off the bathroom mirror with a
towel and take a look at myself from top to bottom, all five feet eight
inches of me.  My short, black hair, as always, makes a slight widow's peak
in the front.  It used to annoy me, but several girls have told me they
think it's cute, so that can't be a bad thing.  For the moment I'm in good
shape as far as acne goes, and my face is nice and smooth from shaving
yesterday.  Some guys in my class can grow sideburns or even beards, but
I'm still only shaving about once a week.

When I'm swimming a lot in the summer and winter I tend to get a little
more muscular, but with all the conditioning we do in soccer I'm still in
good shape, albeit a little on the thin side.  I still do push ups and
crunches every night before bed, and it shows in my abs.  Even though it's
the middle of October, my speedo tan is still just barely hanging on, a
little memory of summer printed on my skin.  Since it was nice and warm in
the shower, my cock and balls are hanging low at the moment, framed by my
dark, neatly trimmed pubic hair.

I'd fuck me.

I roll my eyes at myself as I start getting dressed.  It's just sex, sex,
sex lately.  It's all I can think about!  Granted, I am a sixteen year old
boy, and it's only natural that getting my dick wet is constantly on my
mind, but ever since Sam gave me head a few weeks ago, I can't stop
evaluating every person and situation for it's probability of getting me
past second base.

I pull on my underwear (I decided on some rainbow striped boxer briefs
today) and jeans and then head back to my room to finish getting dressed
and ready for school.  A bowl of cereal, and I'm out the door.  It's
another perfect autumn day, with sunny skies and crisp, cool air.  Today is
going to be a good one, I'm just sure of it...

------- ------- ------- ------- -------

"Hey, dude.  Earth to dude."

"What?" I turn back to Koichi.  I wonder how long he's been watching me
stare lustily at Carter.  The last twenty seconds or so I could live with,
but hopefully it hasn't been weeks.

"Are you still coming over today after practice?" he asks, now that he has
my attention.

"Yeah, for sure!"

Study hall has been boring today.  I wrapped up a lot of big assignments
earlier this week, so I don't have anything of consequence to work on.  Ko,
unfortunately, is trying to rewrite his English paper before ninth period,
and for that reason he hasn't been much fun today.  All I have to occupy
myself is Carter, who's sitting a few tables down from us and frantically
scribbling away in his lab notebook.  He must not have gotten his report
done yet.  I did mine last night.

We settle up our plans for the evening, and while Ko dives back into his
school work.  I absentmindedly doodle on a piece of scrap paper and
unsuccessfully try not to think about Carter for the rest of the period.

The bell rings signaling the end of study hall, and the second half of the
school day flies by.  Before I know it, I'm running my final lap of our
post practice conditioning.

Heading in from practice, everyone's focused firmly on the weekend.
There's no football game this week, so people are trying to get other plans
worked out.  It sounds like some of the guys on our team are heading across
town to see a movie, and another group might be going to the mall, to... do
whatever it is that people do at the mall.  Sorry if it somehow makes me
less gay, but I can't stand shopping.

Following my usual plan of attack, I hit the showers early and am already
toweling off and walking back to my locker by the time a lot of the guys
are starting to get undressed.  Especially with where my head has been at
lately, I do not need any awkward situations to "arise" in the showers.

Still, there's nothing quite like a high school locker room.  Shirts are
flying off all around me, shorts are dropping to the floor, and after a
little appetizer of briefs, jocks, or compression shorts from my teammates,
even those come off, revealing a veritable buffet of naked, sweaty teen
boys.  I allow the tiniest portion of my attention to savor and enjoy it
while I get myself dried and dressed.

Huh, that's weird.  I'm almost finished, but still no sign of Ko.  He was
definitely at practice, but I haven't seen him since.

I hear a group of guys coming into the locker room from outside and I turn
to look, but instead of Ko, it turns out to be a bunch of football players.
Carter is among them, and he gives me a nod and smile before stopping at
the bench in front of me with Robert, who, as usual, is in the middle of
telling a long winded story.

I hear my phone go off in my bag, so I postpone clothing myself any further
and read the text I just got.  It's from Koichi.

[ Have to talk to coach.  Be done in a few. ]

Oh, that's right.  Ko has been talking to me for the last few days about
some new defensive scheme he's dreamed up for the team.  It sounded pretty
promising in study hall, so he must be pitching it to Coach Jansen.  While
I would never call Ko a jock, he has a good head for strategy, and if his
heart was it, I bet he could have been team captain...

Hold the phone, quite literally.

As I take my eyes off the text, I am stopped in my tracks by what I see
before me.  Robert's story must be entertaining, because a certain Carter
Mulkins has stopped what he was doing to listen.  What Carter was doing was
undressing for his shower.  What stopped me in my tracks, was that he
stopped right after the part where he took off all his clothes.

I've said before that I don't like to stare.  It's not good for a multitude
of obvious reasons.  I do, however, have to make a minor adjustment to that
statement: I don't USUALLY like to stare.  But sometimes I'm not thinking,
or sometimes I have a good chance to do it without getting caught.  And
sometimes, like right this very second, the goods are simply on glorious
display, and I can't conjure up the willpower to stop myself.

Thankfully I was just looking at my phone, so I can pretend to stare at the
screen and text while I watch Carter's butt.  It's so nice.  And with the
way I've been feeling all day, I'm just thankful I have the willpower to
stop myself from running over there, knocking that boy to ground, spreading
his cheeks with my hands, and just sticking my tongue in the damn thing.

I mean he way he's standing is just... downright provocative.  Carter's
hand is on his hip, and his left leg is thrust back behind him, calling
just the slightest bit of extra attention to gorgeous, perfect ass.  As
Robert hits the crucial moment of his story, Carter shifts his weight to
his other foot, flexing the opposite leg and swinging his butt around to
the other side.  The movements are subtle and minor, but their impact is
powerful.  It's like watching one of God's greatest creations in action.

"What are you staring at?"

My heart skips about three beats before I realize it's Sam.  He whispered,
and it doesn't look like anyone else heard him.  I'm embarrassed that he
caught me looking, but thankful in a big way that he snapped me out of my
boy-butt trance.  The locker room is a dangerous place sometimes.

When I look back up, I'm relieved to see that Carter has a towel wrapped
firmly around his waist.  It's safer for all of us that way.

"Hi, Sam."

He pulls his bag up next to me and doffs his towel to get dressed.  It
seems kind of weird that he's next to me with no clothes on, since in a
different time and place, that could have serious ramifications.  But even
though he gave me head, and is the only other openly gay guy I know at
school, he's just my friend and my teammate, and he's getting changed after
practice.  Sex is all about context, I guess.

"Any plans this weekend?" he asks.  Out of the corner of my eye I see that
he's pulled up his underwear, so I deem it safe to turn and face him as we
talk.  He's wearing some very fashionable grey and blue boxer briefs, and
his thin, wiry figure looks great in them.  I make a mental note to ask him
for fashion advice if I ever need it.

"Hanging out with Ko tonight, but nothing besides that.  What about you?"

He shrugs.  "About the same.  I have plans tonight, but the rest of the
weekend is wide open."  He looks side to side as though to make sure no
one's listening.  "But I heard there might be a party going on tomorrow
night."

"A party?" I ask.  Too loudly, I realize when I see Sam's reaction.
"Sorry," I say, lowering my voice to a whisper.

"Yeah, but specifics are still a little sketchy.  I'll text you if it's a
sure thing."  I make a mental note that I should keep my Saturday clear
just in case this mystery party actually happens.

I'm considering prying for a few more details, when Craig, our starting
center forward and team captain walks up and interrupts.  It's impossible
to ignore him, as his massive frame is practically towering over me and
Sam, two of the smaller guys on the team.

"What's up, Jackson?"  I don't offer any response, as Craig's tone
indicates that it was not a question to be answered, merely a polite
acknowledgement that I am also in the vicinity, and that he wants to talk
to Sam.

Craig and I have never been buddy-buddy, but he's an alright guy.  If there
were any straight up jocks on the soccer team, he'd be one of them.  He has
short, curly brown hair, a square, meaty face and is just a big dude.  He's
probably pushing 6'4", and he hits the gym a lot more than anyone else on
the team.  He doesn't talk much and he's not good friends with any of our
teammates as far as I know, but he likes to win and he knows a lot about
soccer.  When it's hitting the fan out there on the field, he's the guy you
want telling everyone what to do.

 "You ready?" he asks, turning to Sam.

"Yeah, sure," Sam replies innocently, tossing the last of his things in his
gym bag.

"I'm driving Sam home," Craig says to me for no particular reason, before
turning to head out the door.  I don't care what he's doing, and I'm not
sure why he felt the need to update me.

"I'll catch you later," Sam says cheerily, grabbing his gym bag and beaming
at me.  "Craig's driving me home."  With a wink, he makes an about face and
follows suit.

What's that about?  Why does everyone think I want to know how Sam's
getting home today?  I've never heard about it in the past, and never
thought it was something I needed...

Oh.

Damn, that kid is good.  I've gotten the notion he's slowly but surely been
making his way through the ranks of some of the football team, but I
wouldn't have guessed in a million years that Craig might be interested.
He's always brooding and lifting weights and stuff.  Not someone I would
peg as wanting a blowjob from a little ginger sophomore like Sam.

But while it's unexpected, the imagine in my head is not an unpleasant
one. Sam's carrot-topped head bobbing up and down on Craig's - what I can
only assume is a huge dick.  I've never seen him hard of course, but his
cock seems to match his other proportions.  I've snuck many a peek in the
shower at Craig's big, cut dick swinging between his muscular legs.  I'd
hazard a guess at eight plus inches of thick man meat depending on how much
he shows and how much he grows.  How the hell is Sam going to fit that
thing in his mouth?

Oh well, I'm sure he can handle himself.  Which is more than I can say for
myself today.  For real, I need to get out of this locker room, because if
I see, hear, or insinuate one more thing that makes me think of sex, I
think my head is going to literally explode.

Or I'll get an erection, and knowing how high school jocks typically deal
with those sorts of things, I would honestly prefer the former.

Before I can torture myself anymore with the hordes of sweaty, teenage,
blowjob hungry boys before me, Koichi taps me on the shoulder and jerks his
head towards the door.

"I'm finally done talking to coach.  Let's go."  He nods towards the
showers, which are occupied and then some since the football team showed
up.  "I'll just do it at home, I'll be waiting in line for twenty minutes
if I do it here."

We head out to the parking lot and he drives me back to his house.  But not
before swinging by Taco Bell, a Ko and Jackson tradition if there ever was
one.  Ko's mom makes dinner every night except Friday, which is when her
and Shin, his dad, take the night off and go out with their friends.  But
not before giving Ko $10 - a practical fortune - to spend at Taco Bell.

We head up to Ko's room, and pausing only a second to slam a soft taco into
his mouth, he shucks his clothes and hops into the shower.  I unwrap my
burrito and take a seat on the bed.

For how much is usually going on in Ko's room, it could be messier.  The
walls are plastered with posters - bands, movies, anime - you name it, Ko
has a poster of it.  His desk is covered in art supplies and other assorted
items, from pastels to rubber cement to a half completed plastic model of a
gundam.  His tastes are eclectic, and it's not helped by the fact that he
can only stand to do the same thing for about ten minutes before he gets
bored.

Now that I have a little burrito in me, I'm ready for some gaming.  I boot
up Ko's Xbox and get to work.  I've been stuck on this level for a while,
and while it's a long shot, I would love to get past this spot before Ko
gets out of the shower.  It's not looking good though, as I manage to rack
up a few deaths in the course of a few minutes.  I sigh and take a break,
returning momentarily to my burrito.

Ko returns from the bathroom wearing only a pair of tight green Calvin
Klein briefs.  As thin as he is, they leave very little to the imagination,
from hip bones to... well, other bones.  Ko is skinny as hell, with dark
features, and a naturally hairless body.  Thankfully, considering how often
he prances around the room in various states of undress, he's not exactly
my type.  My type is more... Carterish.

But, I can't say it doesn't take a conscious effort to avert my eyes and
look at something else.  Today is just one of those days - I'm sure every
teenager has them.  Everything is going to be sexy, from my dreams to my
best friend.  While his look isn't my usual cup of tea, I'd drink the shit
out of that right now.

Thankfully, Ko doesn't even notice me peeking, because he clearly has his
mind on other things.  Arms akimbo, he looks off into the distance and nods
slowly to himself, as though he just made a decision.  I know what he's
about to say before he even says it.

"You know what time it is?" he asks, cocking his eyebrow and looking at me
rakishly.

"Adventure time?" I ask in turn.

"Oh yeah," he says, reaching under his desk and pulling out a small metal
box, stuck under there with a magnet.  He opens the box and pulls out a
tiny ziplock bag full of weed.  "Adventure Time" is what we call getting
high, that way we can talk about it in mixed company without anyone getting
disturbed.

"Interested?" Ko asks, waving the bag in front of my face.

"Nah, I'm good."

Ko shrugs his shoulders and gets to work rolling a joint for himself.

He always jokes that it's his ADD medication.  Ko bounces around from one
thing to another all the time, but when he smokes he just gets in the zone
and focuses.  Granted, the "zone" usually involves playing video games,
building models, or drawing pictures, but I can see his point.

"You sure?" Ko offers his hand out one more time, now with a neatly rolled
joint resting on the palm.  "You seem tense today. Maybe it could take the
edge off."

I shake my head.  I've smoked with Ko a few times, but it's not really for
me.  "I'm good."

Ko takes a few hits while I try to get to the next checkpoint.  Even though
he always offers to just beat it for me, which I'm sure he could in about
twenty seconds, I stubbornly maintain hope that I can take care of it
myself.

"Why so tense?" Ko asks in a raspy voice as he holds in his hit.

"I'm not tense," I say, keeping my focus on the game.  I won't let him razz
me, because I think that's what he's trying to do.

"Then why do you suck so much at video games?"

Asshole!  He knows exactly how to push my buttons.

"Fine!" I admit.  "I'm a little bit tense."

Taking another hit, Ko chuckles to himself.  "I didn't ask if you were
tense," he continues, "I asked why you were tense."

Can't he just let it go?

"I'm tense," I concede begrudgingly as my hero is brutally decapitated by a
troll, "because I'm a little bit..."  How can I put this delicately?  "Pent
up."

Ko can't contain himself at that.  He spits out his smoke and chokes on it,
hacking up half a lung as he alternates between coughing and laughing at
me.  Dick.

Finally, he composes himself, takes another hit, and nods his head in
understanding.  "Me too, brother."

 "Really?" I ask, genuinely surprised.  "What happened to Kristin?"

Ko is almost never "pent up."  He gets it all out of his system regularly,
with whomever he happens to be hitting at that particular moment.  Last we
talked it was a girl from the Catholic school in town.  To my knowledge,
they were doing some fairly sinful acts together on a fairly regular basis.

"Meh," he says shrugging.  "That's in the past.  Her parents met me and..."
He laughs to himself before continuing.  "They weren't so fond of me.  Plus
her brother caught us banging in the garage one night, so it was doomed
anyway."

"I'm... sorry to hear that," I say.

I catch Ko's eye and we both start cracking up.  He burns through girls on
a regular basis, so what's one more body on the foundation?

He dabs out his joint and sighs, then walks over to the bed and flops down
next to me.

"Whatever," he concludes.  "It never lasts, same old shit."

He lays in silence for a time and I get back into my game.  I have the
first part of this section down pat, and if I get lucky at this spot, then
I can use my special move here, and then I can...

"Damn it!" I cry out, as the troll kills me again, this time smashing me
with a big hammer.  "This game is fucking with my life right now!"

I restart the level, yet again, now fuming.  My rage is counterproductive,
and I die immediately.

"Fuck!"

Ko sits up a little on the bed, and I can tell, even without seeing him,
that he's looking at me.

"What?" I ask, frustrated.

"You're not just pent up," he says triumphantly.  "You, sir, are actively
frustrated."

"What does that even mean?" I sputter back at him.

"Who is it?" he asks, not missing a beat.

Shit.  I hate to admit it, but he's right.  Sexual frustration is one
thing.  I think every healthy teenage boy is sexually frustrated, pretty
much every moment his dick isn't actively being put into something.  But Ko
knows me well enough to know that I wouldn't get this bent out of shape
about it if I wasn't being "actively frustrated" (as he says) by someone in
particular.

"It doesn't matter who it is," I finally respond, "but I'll at least admit
that you're right.  I probably don't even have to tell you..."

Ko waves me off.  "He's straight, huh?  Whatever, boys are easy, don't get
so worked up about it."  Out of the corner of my eye I can see Ko smiling a
big, shit eating grin, presumably at my expense.  "Just get `em hard and
they're all yours."

How can he say that?  How can he distill weeks and months of suffering and
longing into such an obnoxiously simple statement?  If it was that easy, I
wouldn't be sitting here spiking my blood pressure over some stupid video
game and raging to my subconscious about the unfairness of the universe and
my bad lot in life.  I'd be getting in on with Carter.

Actually, wait a second...

"How would you know?" I ask incredulously.

Ko's running his mouth like he knows all about boys and how they tick, and
besides being one, I'm not sure what special knowledge he could possibly
have on how to turn a boy who's impossible attractive (and straight) on to
getting in touch with his gay side.

Dying yet again, I turn to face him fully while the checkpoint loads.  I
want him to feel the full scrutiny of my gaze before he answers this
question.

"You remember that party I went to last year when my cousin was in town?"
Ko's cousin is a few years older than he is and took him to a massive rager
with a bunch of college kids.  It sounded epic, and Ko told me about it
maybe twenty times in the week after it happened.

"Well, I told you all about how I hooked up with this really hot chick
named Cary?"

"Yeah, what about it?"  I vaguely remember it.  In Ko's world that's just
another weekend.

"Cary wasn't a hot chick.  He was... yeah."

I blink stupidly in amazement.  I knew Ko was all about sex, but I never
would have thought he'd fool around with another guy.

"No way," I finally spit out.

He just shrugs.

"It was fun - and easy - because we were on the same page," he says.

"And what page was that?" I ask.

He grin somehow gets even more shittier.  "The one where we get naked and
make our dicks feel good."

I can't deal with this!  That has to be the most absurd thing he's said all
night, and possibly ever.  I actually set my controller down (resulting in
yet another grisly death to my hero) and turn to look at him - I want to
fully bask in his absurdity.  It isn't that easy, I don't care what Ko
thinks he knows, he has never been more wrong in his life.  He meets my
gaze easily and dismisses it with an eye roll.

"You think you're frustrated," he says, reaching into my lap and snatching
away the controller, "I have to sit here and watch you suck at this game."

"Hey!" I cry.  "Give that back!"

I reach for the controller, but Ko is too quick.  He pulls it out of my
reach.  I try again, but he's just managing to keep me from grabbing it.
After several unsuccessful attempts, I realize that even with my
distraction and harassment, he's still probably going to beat this damn
level.  I better step it up.

My obvious target, given Ko's state of undress, is his nipples.  I reach
out and grab one between my thumb and index finger and give it a quick
pinch before Ko pulls away.

"Ow!  You dick!"

He squirms in all directions trying to avoid my titty twisters at all
costs, but still somehow focuses enough energy on the monitor to stay
alive.  I can't let this happen.

Launching a full on attack, I fake for the nipples and clamp onto his ribs,
tickling the living shit out the bastard.  He tries to resist for about
half a second, but he finally abandons the game and focuses more on
defending himself against my onslaught.  With one hand off the controller
he starts fighting back, initiating a full on brawl between the two of us.

I start in a favorable position, since I'm leaning over him, plus he's
still trying to hold the controller.  I pin both of his arms down with my
hands and try to get a knee down on his chest to pin his body to the bed.
It works for a few seconds, but he kicks his legs frantically in the air,
which eventually manages to shake me off.

He wastes no time counterattacking, releasing the controller to free his
second hand.  He leaps on top of me, and while I don't like the way the
fight is going, I hear the familiar sound of death come from the TV, which
at least means he wasn't able to beat the level.

We do battle for a few more seconds, and even though I have a weight
advantage, Ko manages to get on top of me.  I try a few times to shake him
off, but he has hold of both my wrists and his legs clamped down around my
sides.  For his size, he is ridiculously strong and a good grappler.

"Asshole," I say between heavy breaths.

He laughs down at me, similarly out of breath.  "You started it."

After a second, it becomes clear that neither of us are in any rush to
move.  I'm flushed, a little sweaty, and there's a mostly naked boy
straddling me.  I've been in worse places.

Looking down, I can see that the tussle has certainly aroused certain parts
of Ko.  His tight, green briefs are stretched even tighter than usual, with
a now swollen package trying to push its way out.

Ko notices where I'm looking, and his shitty grin comes back full force.
He starts grinding lightly against my crotch with his own, and I can feel
that I'm in a similar state.  I'm just wearing athletic shorts, so there
isn't a whole lot of fabric separating us.  It's not something I ever
thought would happen, but it feels good.

We don't say anything, but we make eye contact and Ko lowers his face
toward mine.  Our bodies are closer than they've ever been, and even
without the conversation we just had, there wouldn't be any mystery that
both of us are aching for a sexual release.  Ko slides forward, positioning
his ass directly on top of my crotch and exposing an even clearer view of
his hardon straining against the fabric of his underwear.

He pulls my hands to his sides and I run them down to the waistband of his
briefs.  I hook my fingers in and pull downward just as Ko grabs my face
and puts his lips against mine.  I drive my hips upward into him he presses
down harder into the kiss.  We grind against each other, relishing the
sudden, unexpected passion of the moment.

We break the kiss, and manage to hold each other's gaze for about two
seconds, before we both crack.  It starts as a little snicker, then becomes
a giggle, then the moment erupts into full on laughter from both of us.  Ko
rolls off from on top of me, and we both spend the next minute laughing
hysterically on the bed.

Finally, we compose ourselves enough to talk.

"No way," I gasp, still trying to catch my breath.

"Yeah, not happening," Ko agrees.  He shakes his head sadly and grabs at
his crotch longingly before heading over to the dresser and pulling out
some clothes.  "And it would have been so convenient," he sighs.

"I know," I agree.  I'd give anything to bust a nut right now, but doing my
best friend is just not in the cards for either of us.  I guess I'll just
jerk off again later.  Hopefully that helps.

Considerably more dressed than before, Ko hand me the Xbox controller and
points towards the screen.

"Now focus," he says commandingly, "get your shit together, and stop
thinking about your cock for five seconds so I can show you how to beat
this level."


To be continued...