Thump! Thump! Thump!
went Devon's heart. He then wiped some sweat from his brow.
The door opened and, sure enough, there once again was his oldest friend. To his surprise, Jason was standing with a towel around him (apparently
only
a towel, if Devon had to guess on the spot) and his hair was wet, slicked back as if he'd just gotten out of the shower. Devon, too, had showered before coming - even shaving his crack and trimming his pubes with his beard trimmer, something he'd never really bothered doing before - but certainly wasn't
this
freshly showered.
"Devon," Jason breathed, his voice oddly low. A little awkwardly.
At least he's a little awkward about this, too.
"What's up, man... c'mon in."
With that, Devon nodded and headed in, as his buddy's hand landed on his shoulder and all but pulled him in. The inside was dark, lit only by a distant kitchen light.
Ah, mood lighting,
he thought to himself.
"So sorry about last time, bro. Like I said, I want to make it up to you."
As soon as Devon came inside and the door was whooshed closed, he could smell the liquor on Jason's breath - which
had
to be strong for him to smell it, since he was fairly drunk himself.
"Here... this way."
With that, Devon felt himself guided down a dark hallway to a room he hadn't seen during his one and only other visit. As anticipation set in even worse than before, he realized it must be the bedroom. Jason guided him into it and closed the door behind him, big grin on his face. The room was also ill-lit, only lit by a dim nightstand light. He noticed offhandedly that Jason had the same Grand Theft Auto V poster as him on the wall, with the voluptuous woman there giving a peace sign. He had to smile at that. Now, Devon's heart wasn't beating as fast as it was when he'd approached Jason's door but it was still beating fast enough that he was still obviously a pretty nervous wreck.
I wonder if I can even get it up at this point if --
Jason's hand reached around and cupped Devon's right asscheek through his shorts. He pulled him in for what could only be described as a passionate hug at that point, nuzzling his nose and mouth around Devon's neck area. Not kissing, but just nuzzling. Devon's cock sprang to life, instantly getting hard.
Ah! Never mind, then. Ah jeeze...
"Mmmm..." Jason sighed as he relented his embrace. He then locked drunken eyes with Devon. They just held each other's gaze a moment then, awkwardly. They both kind of giggled. Suddenly, Jason tugged at the top of Devon's shorts.
"Yeah?" Devon asked, smiling broadly.
Jason giggled a little more, drunkenly. Flashed the biggest smile he'd seen yet... then dropped his towel. It was then he saw once again that beautiful 8 inch erect cock of his, ready for action. Devon didn't know what to do so he just stood there, shocked. After a moment, he quickly threw off his tanktop and whisked out of his boxers
"Get on the bed," Jason spoke. It almost sounded like a command, which Devon found himself not particularly minding.
He did so, kind of sitting on the edge of the bed, his dick pointing upward as he did. He felt silly, but his anticipation quickly overrode most of that.
Boy, what would happen next?
He looked to Jason, who was shaking his head.
"What do you want me to do?" Devon asked.
Jason came forward and knelt down in front of him on the floor. Just like that he reached forward and took Devon's cock in his hand, gingerly at first. He brought his head close to it, studying it. He opened his mouth a little bit as he did.
Is he... is he going to suck me?
Devon pondered.
Jason winced, then let go of his cock just as quickly as he had grabbed it. "Naw, I can't do that.
Naw."
