Closet Tryst
Based on a true story (very loosely)
Just an ordinary day for Evan. School was boring him, thank God there were only a few days left before he graduated and never had to come back. Still 17, Evan had looks that rivaled those of a star. His features were perfect, from his dirty blonde hair's wild, untamed look to his deep, piercing blue eyes. But even so, he didn't have a girlfriend, even though he was surrounded by girls every waking moment, all of them trying to get into his pants. He just didn't feel for girls. All he ever wanted was a man in his life.
The day passed slower still. But it was at the end of history that his life finally got a little zest. The class was almost over, and people were just wandering around the classroom, talking to each other. Then, it happened. Crew walked over to him.
Crew was the scholar-athlete of the school. He was intelligent, witty, and all that, but he also had a body that rivaled the one's of gods. Perfect tan, firm abs, shapely pecs, thick arms, topped off with spiked blonde hair, it was all there. So Crew walked over to Evan. Evan was only half paying attention, or at least, he tried to pretend he was. Crew walked to within a foot of Evan, and started talking. Unfortunately, he was talking to the girl sitting next to Evan. Dejected, Evan just let go, and laid his arms on the table, now that he didn't have to do any pose for Crew. Crew continued talking to the girl, and while he was, he put his hand on Evan's and tickled Evan's palms with his fingers. Evan had never been so horny in his life. Just the fact that Crew was touching him sent jolts of electricity into his hand, and shivers down his spine.
Evan looked up at Crew cautiously, thinking that Crew might be doing it subconsciously and not realizing that he was doing it to a guy. But when he looked up at Crew, Crew was indeed looking down at him, with a warm, longing in his eyes. Evan knew what Crew wanted then, and wanted to do everything he could to please him.
The bell rang, and everyone left but Evan. He got up to go, and felt a small slip of paper in his hands. He unfolded it, and with a sudden jolt of horror, saw it was blank. He threw it into the recycling bin when he saw it had it's message on the other side. Evan jumped at the sight of it and lunged for the bin. He pulled it out, and read it. "Chorus room, after school" was scrawled on it, in some of the hottest handwriting Evan had ever come across. If the day was passing slowly before, then by now, it wasn't moving. Staring at the clock, every second seemed to last a minute. Evan feared that the day would never end. It did of course, 3 periods later. Evan rushed to the chorus room in eager anticipation.
The chorus room was small, and had 3 tiers of seats, arranged for the singers. In the back was a small door, leading into a windowless room where spare sheet music was kept. Evan walked in, and Crew was already standing there, leaning against the piano. Evan walked up to him, but Crew just grabbed Evan's hand and led him to the small door. He opened it, they both went inside, and then he closed it again. Both guys were surrounded by total darkness. The dance began.
Crew leaned against Evan and moved his head close to Evan's ear. "I've always wanted you," he whispered, tongue flicking into Evan's ear. At this, Evan's tool began to grow. Crew brushed his lips across Evan's cheek to his mouth, and once there, he let his tongue flicker in and out of his mouth, tasting Evan's lips. And with that, Evan opened his mouth ever so slightly, and let Crew in. Before long, the both had their tongues in each other, exploring as much as they could, massaging each other's gums. Once they really got going, Evan felt his hands clutch Crew ever tighter, yet never close enough. Crew took his hands away from Evan and pulled Evan's shirt off, breaking the kiss for the shortest moment. Evan did the same to Crew, and now his hands and arms could fully soak up Crew's shoulders.
Evan wanted more. Kissing was not enough to satisfy him now he had a raging hard-on. His lips left Crew's, and his mouth traveled over Crew's chin, allowing him to feel the grittiness of Crew's shadow. He continued down over the neck, and moved slower until he got to nipple level. He moved his head to the left and started to tease the now heard nipple with his tongue. He felt the shiver's running through Crew's body and moved to the right nipple, doing as he did to the left.
Crew was enjoying every moment of this. It was still dark, so he didn't know where Evan was going to strike next. It heightened the whole erotic ambience. Crew just stood there, letting Evan do whatever he wanted to.
Evan's head moved down lower, to Crew's navel. As it traveled, he felt the bumps that were Crew's abs with his nose. He stuck his tongue into Crew's belly button, and let his tongue dance there. His hands were on Crew's ass, still covered with his khaki pants.
With Evan still playing with his navel, and the small trail of hair leading up to it, Crew knew what he had to do. He reached around Evan's head and unbuttoned his pants, downed the fly, and let them drop to the floor. He lifted one foot out, and then kicked them away, now wearing only his boxers, which Evan could only feel, not see. Evan followed suit, and soon both were boxer clad, standing naked in the chorus room closet.
Evan, now no longer tending to Crew's torso with his tongue, gave Crew a friendly shove. Crew took the hint and "fell" onto his ass. Evan sat down on Crew's outstretched legs, wrapped his own legs around Crew's middle. Mouths moved together again, lips locked, and the kissing continued.
Evan felt Crew's hard-on pressing against his own, which just turned him on more. The two continued making out, getting carried away, Crew falling backwards, Evan lying on top, never stopping their embrace. Crew moved his hands from Evan's back, and hooked his thumbs into Evan's boxer shorts, and pulled them down. Evan bent his legs up so Crew could slide the boxers off. They rolled over so Evan was on the bottom, and he in turn pulled off Crew's boxers.
Evan moved his hands up and down Crew's side, stroking right for his underarm to as far down Crew's leg as he could reach. Crew just had his arms wrapped around Evan's neck. The situation was total bliss for both of them, their naked bodies lying against one another, their muscles touching and creating fireworks between them.
They lay like that for several minutes, and rolled over once again, placing Evan on top. Evan knew it was time to take it further. He pivoted his whole body on Crew's lower torso, so his head was mere inches from Crew's tool. Crew was in the same position with Evan's dick near his face.
Evan put his hands in front of him, searching for the hot prize. He found it fairly quickly, it being to big to miss. He spit on his hands, and ran them up and down Crew's cock. He felt the vein on top bulging, the mushroomed head pulsating as pleasure waves flowed through Crew. Up and down went Evan's hands, measuring up the cock. It was easily 7 inches, maybe 8, it was hard to tell in the dark. It was thick, healthy, like every other part of Crew's body.
Suddenly, Evan felt an incredible sensation flowing outwards from his dick. Crew had lubed up his ands, and was kneading Evan's head with one hand, moving up and down the shaft with the other, pausing to play with Evan's balls every now and then. Evan followed suit, and had both hands juggling Crew's hairy balls. They were large, full, comfortable to hold. But with both hands down thee, Evan needed a way to stimulate Crew's prize winner.
He tentatively stuck out his tongue, and circled the rim of Crew's head. A grunt, h liked that. He did it several more times, before turning his head sideways, and enjoying Crew's shaft more and more. He found it harder to concentrate the longer he did this, because Crew was having such fun with Evan's cock. Crew was obviously a master at this, because the slightest touch of his mouth on Evan sent a bolt of pleasure through Evan, as well as leaving more pre-cum at the tip, which Crew eagerly licked up and swallowed.
Soon, both guys were taking each other's cocks completely into their mouths. It was hard for Evan's because he'd never blew anyone before, let alone deep throat. He took it slowly, relaxing to get it all in, feeling Crew's fur on his chin, and inhaling Crew's masculine musk through his nostrils. By the time he had all of Crew in him, Crew had all of Evan in him. Evan, being on top, started pumping, thrusting his hips up and down into Crew's mouth. Crew couldn't do so without difficulty, so he just allowed Evan to head bob for him. The thrusting and bobbing continued, both guys playing with each other's balls, and even venturing a finger or three into the other's asshole.
With so much stimulation, it wasn't long before Evan felt his balls tingling, and the cum moving up his 6 incher. He would have yelled out to Crew, but his mouth was still full of jock.
The moment he came, he gave a final thrust as deep as possible into Crew, and felt himself drain. His cum flew out into Crew's throat, and he felt Crew's lips close harder on his tool. Never before hade Evan experienced such a strong orgasm, taking fifteen long, heavenly seconds before he was empty. They rolled over, putting Crew on top. Once there, he started to face fuck Evan like there was no tomorrow. Evan almost gagged more than once because of all the rapidly moving meat in his throat. t was only a few seconds before Crew came, but when he did, it was like nothing Evan had ever felt before.
He felt Crew's head grow even bigger deep in his throat, felt the final thrust, bringing Crew even deeper into him, felt Crew shudder and moan, and felt gallons of jock-juice running down his throat to his stomach. Crew withdrew, and Evan mopped up the last few drops with his tongue. They sat up, and kissed one final time, both with some cum in their mouths, which they exchanged. They stood up, hugged, and turned on the light to find their clothes. They looked each other up and down now they could see, and they were both very happy to see how hott the person they pleasured was. They got dressed, one final glance, a smile, Crew opened the door and left, leaving Evan behind to think about what had just happened. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and felt a slip of paper. He pulled it out and on it was Crew's phone number.
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