It all started after work one day. They were drinking beer and playing video games. Luck felt a mild attraction to the new boy at work, but had not done anything about it. Luck felt bad for him, knowing what it's like to be the new guy. They had met at work a few weeks ago, and Luck thought Telo might be fun to hang out with. After taking a break from the games, and going out for dinner they went back to Luck's house to watch basketball, and drink more beer, since Telo was underage.
When they get in the house Luck tosses Telo the remote and heads to the kitchen for the drinks. It takes him a minute to figure out the remote, but he has it by the time Luck gets back to the den. They both sit down on the sofa and put their feet up on the table, settling in to enjoy the game.
About halfway through Telo goes to the kitchen to get more beer. When he sits back down he sits even closer to Luck. He opens the beers, and gives Luck his. They click the bottles together and drink. Turning his attention back to the game Luck thinks, "That boy is so cute." Telo sets his bottle between his legs and starts to fiddle with the label.
Telo is sitting on Lucks' right side, close enough that every time Luck picks up his beer his hand brushes the boys thigh. Luck can see him out of the corner of his eye playing with the bottle. He stops ripping the label and begins stroking the bottle as though it were a different object of pleasure. Luck wrenches his attention back to the TV thinking, "This kid has no idea what he is doing." Since he never looks at him, it is a safe assumption. Luck begins to realize that Telo is playing with him when he shifts his body again, resting his arm on Lucks' thigh. After taking another sip of his beer his left hand starts tapping against Luck's knee.
By now Luck is feeling a good buzz and a little turned on. Never one to turn down an invitation, he scoots down further on the sofa, opening his legs a little, giving the boy better access if he wants it. Telo still doesn't look at him, but moves his hand so that his fingers can slide under the bottom of his shorts and play with the inside of his knee. Luck pretends to watch the game but can't really focus because of his growing problem. After a few minutes Telo moves his hand finishing his beer with the other. Luck also finishes his beer, slowly stands up and says, "I'll get more." As he walks to the fridge the boy thinks, "Bien merde!", and admires Luck's fine, fine ass in his tight shorts.