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."
He shook his head a little to Devon's dismay, then rubbed his head a little. After a moment, he looked back at Jason more resolutely. "Get down on all fours."
OK, good... it's not still weird.
"Yeah?"
"So you, uh... you want it, right? Are you ready?"
Devon gulped but put on a good smile. He did want it, of course, but this seemed to be running dangerously close to getting weird again. "You sure you don't want me to... y'know, suck you?"
Jason thought about it a little, or seemed to, then winced again. "Naw, naw, not like this." He cleared his throat. "Just get on all fours. OK, Devon?"
"OK."
Devon did so giddily, laying on his knees and elbows, facing the headboard of the bed. As he waited, unsure of what was going on behind him, he found himself kind of arching his back and butt up as he lowered his head to the trio of pillows he found there. As his head halfway lay there, he smelled the familiar and pleasant scent of Jason's sweat and cologne, all comingled together.
A few moments later he felt a wet and cold finger dancing around at his ass crack. He hadn't even heard him grab any lube and yet he must have. Up and down, over and over, slowly but intently the finger went.
"Tonight you're my girlfriend, Devon. Do you like that?"
Devon found himself subconsciously smiling. "Yes. I like that. A
lot,
I think."
That finger then entered. In and out, rhythmically. Then another finger joined. Devon felt a jolt of pain then, something he had never felt quite like before. A different kind of pain, to be sure, but pain for sure.
"It's OK, buddy," Jason assured him. "You just have to get used to it, I've heard."
As he kept at it... well, he wasn't wrong. Soon his two fingers were joined by a third, pumping in and out then, and before long it didn't feel bad at all. Devon found himself enjoying the sensation of being filled and then refilled, free of any pain.
"I think I'm ready," Devon said, turning his head to look at Jason, who he saw generously lubing up his cock.
"Don't look at me!"
