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I am NOT the original author of this story. This story was originally posted on my forum (http://kbboys.darkbb.com) by an old friend who then proceeded to post Chapter 1 here on Nifty & give the a link to my forum at the bottom. I recently just realized that he never posted the rest of his story (which is UNFINISHED by the way) & so I thought for those who enjoyed the story, it would only be fair to submit what else he wrote.
These are the last 2 chapters that exist. Enjoy!
Corey and Evan- Chapter 3 by TW
Evan woke up. Another year was over. Last night was one of the most exciting New Year's Eve parties he'd ever attended. In the cold, Evan rushed to a nearby friend's house to just chill -- but he found himself immersed into what the guests (including Evan) would consider as the memorable party of 2008. Something didn't feel right. Evan was lying on the floor, still staring at the ceiling, he hadn't looked around at all. That's when he noticed the streamers everywhere... and what's this?
"Umm. What the fuck?" he muttered.
Someone had covered him up. Now it became apparent he must have passed out at the party. Evan's head hurt, but he turned sideways to discover he wasn't the only one who must've passed out.
This New Year's Eve was shit. I tried calling Evan last night and he wouldn't pick up, and he still isn't answering his cell. If he had called and told me he couldn't make it, then that would have been fine. Did he forget that he was supposed to come to my house or something? Maybe something bad has happened to him...Oh fuck it. He hasn't shown me any consideration lately.
Back in November we seemed to love each other. I keep asking myself what happened, but there's no explanation. We only fucked once though. Maybe he never really loved me in the first place. Hah, if things could go back to how they were then. I only wish. You want to know about it. Don't you? There's not much to tell. Sex isn't what it's made out to be. Evan's parents weren't home (they never are) and he was really horny. He sat down on the edge of his bed and asked if I minded if he jacked off, and I said "Why would you need to do that?" Evan didn't get it at first, until I got down on my knees in front of him and unzipped his pants.
Of course, we hadn't done anything until the point, other than furiously make out. His eyes told how genuinely shocked he was (I was shocked too!). I pulled down his jeans and boxers, revealing his cock to me for the first time. Then BAM -- reality check! I didn't know exactly what to do, and I certainly had never seen another guy exposed this closely before. But I wanted to make Evan happy, so I just stuck it in my mouth and treated it like a large popsicle. He didn't make any interesting noises or anything though. Licking the head made him jump, and I laughed. Apparently that worked, because after a couple minutes playing with the tip of his cock Evan squirmed and quickly told me to stop. I pulled off and looked at it, confused as to whether the wetness of it was saliva or precum, as I knew he hadn't came yet.
"Get up and turn around." Evan instructed me.
I turned around and he told me to lie on my back on the bed. Something told me what was coming -- was he actually going to fuck me? For some reason, he turned around and opened a drawer. Evan got a condom out and slid it on.
"Don't want to take any chances..." he trailed off, "I'm probably clean, but just in case, I don't want to give something to you."
Evan got himself lined up with my hole, ready to push in for the first time. While I had fingered myself before...well, this was something completely different. Let's say Evan certainly was a big larger than my finger. He pushed slowly, explaining how he didn't want to hurt me. It made me love him that much more. Even while being extremely horny, Evan didn't let that blind him.
It took longer than we had expected. After a while his pubes were tickling my ass, and we decided I was ready. I felt closer to him than I ever had before. This was the closest we could physically get, him inside me. Evan started to slide in and out slowly, grunting while he held my legs and tried to keep me comfortable. He didn't last very long.
"Ehhh I'm going to cum fast."
I didn't blame him.
"Corey, you're just so tight, I can't believe it."
He slid out a final time and ripped the condom off. Evan jacked himself off like mad over me, and I heard him whisper "fuck" as he came over my stomach and then he rolled onto the bed next to me.
"I-I-I love you Corey."
Evan said as he regained his breath, and I knew how tired that must have made him. It only took a couple minutes until he reached over and grabbed my cock. Heh, it certainly didn't take long for him to get my cum mixed in with his on my stomach.
And that was it.
Not a sound was heard in the house. Evan still lay on the floor, stunned to see that the person next to him wasn't just someone he disliked - but a girl. Though she wasn't just any girl. The memories came back to him.
Selina had been his girlfriend a while back. Evan broke up with her by coming out to her. Let's just say she didn't take it well and things weren't really the same after that. He didn't want to hurt her, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
But why would Evan fall asleep at a party and be covered up by someone with his enemy ex- girlfriend? He went ahead and stood up, his head pounding from a hangover, and something terrible dawned on him.
He was naked. And so was Selina. This began to get really odd. Evan glanced around the room at other people passed out on the floor and on the couch.
It was a small place, one of those duplex homes. The room was rectangular; and the door was right in front of Evan, while the TV and entertainment center was to the right of the door. On the wall to Evan's right was a couch, in front of it a coffee table, and then where he was laying on the floor in the pathway from the entrance to back to the kitchen behind him. Behind him on his left sat an armchair and then the stairs leading upstairs. Directly behind him was the arched doorway leading into the kitchen.
Evan didn't exactly know the place well, this was one of the few times he'd ever been inside. He walked around, not embarrassed of his nakedness, and tried to remember what actually happened the previous night, but nothing came.
What was he going to tell Corey?
End of Chapter 3
Corey and Evan- Chapter 4 by TW
Evan knew he and Corey already seemed to be going their own ways. But he truly didn't want it to end so soon. Whether or not you believe that young love is possible, Evan felt that there really was a better connection between himself and Corey, and he wanted to explore it further. This wouldn't only be journey for the two to find themselves, but a journey through the cruel world. All of that would have to wait: before going any father, Evan would have to talk to Corey. There was no alternative.
Searching around the room to find his clothes was a difficult task among the furniture, passed out party-goers, half-filled drink cans and all the other celebration debris. He finally managed to retrieve his boxers and pants but couldn't find his shirt, though we was able to pull his sneakers from the tangled mess of shoes near the front door and decided to leave without a shirt.
Light streamed in from the outside as he slowly creaked open the door, trying to avoid any kind of shrill squeak or noise that might arouse the others from their drunken slumbers. Pulling the door shut, Evan dashed out, through the grass lawn towards his own home and paused only to struggle with getting his house key out of his front pants pocket and to slide off his shoes, so as to make less noise indoors.
Discreetly, Evan tiptoed around the spaces of floor which he knew were weak and would give away his position. Sliding along one wall in the entryway, he couldn't help but glance at the family portrait on the opposite wall, his siblings and parents smiled back at him, captured within the photograph -- a time that wouldn't reoccur. Since the divorce of his parents when Evan was age fourteen, things wouldn't be exactly the same. Evan wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and bumped into the small table in the entrance-way.
"FUCK" escaped his lips. And he was probably fucked now. And he heard from the other room a hissing kind of sound.
"What IS that?" he thought, leaning around the corner to spot his father sleeping upright in a reclining chair. "Oh..." Stubbing his toe on the entrance-way table hadn't woken his father up, the older man was still snoring after having fallen asleep the night before.
Rather than call Corey now, Evan reckoned that waiting until a more appropriate time to talk about their personal lives would be better. Just after ten o'clock sounded nice.
End of Chapter 4
Again, I am NOT the original author of this story. It was written by an old friend & posted on my forum. All rights go to him, I figured I would just post it.
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