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As soon as Sean replaced the receiver, he knew he had to take action.
First Person from Sean
As soon as I replaced the receiver I knew I had to take action. My apartment was a mess, I needed to shower and shave, and my laundry was on the floor. I had just gotten off the phone with Kent, my best friend, I've known him for as long as I can remember, and I've had a secret man crush for about the same length of time. When we were in our teens, Kent would prance around in his briefs acting like he was the hottest stuff since Tabasco. Now that we were quite a bit older and into our twenties he had matured into a well reserved and slightly more conservative man, still hotter than sin if I do say so myself. I knew I only had about an hour before Kent would arrive; he'd been away at university for a few years. I couldn't wait to see my best friend again. Quickly I ran through the house throwing trash into a bag and hiding all the laundry in the pantry where the washer stood. I quickly wiped the tables and counters free of debris before glancing at the clock. There were just thirty minutes until Kent would arrive, just enough time for a shower and maybe a little manscaping.
The bell rang just as I finished drying. I threw on a pair of skimpy basketball shorts, their soft cotton fabric cling to my buttock and seem to cup my dick effortlessly, before sprinting to the door; now my toned body glistened with the hint of sweat from the excitement of seeing Kent. I glanced in the looking glass near the door making sure my hair was in order and my teeth were clean before opening it.
Kent stood there, black hair slightly ruffled from the wind, but still in order. His blue eyes glistened in the last light of the sunset and his smooth tan skin seemed to glow like firelight. He brushed in past me eagerly; the tantric smell of his cologne filled my nose. I closed the door and escorted Kent to the bedroom where he'd be staying so he could put his things down. I lived in just a one bedroom apartment so we'd have to share, but I told him I'd sleep on an air mattress that was stored in the closet under the stairs. He looked at me funny as if it was an absurd idea for me to sleep somewhere other than my bed but didn't object.
After Kent got himself in order in the bedroom, I asked him to come down into the kitchen. I stood over by the stove, the sweat had dried from my lean toned body and I now stood there leaning against the counter like a figure from a magazine; one leg propped up against the cabinet and one arm behind me for support. When he entered the kitchen there was no mistake of his expression. He seemed almost excited to see me standing there like that; as he scanned my body I pretended not to notice and asked him whether he'd eaten or not.
"No, but I'm not really that hungry." He answered.
"Do you want to watch a movie and see about eating after then?" I asked eagerly.
"That sounds like a plan."
We walked into the living room from the kitchen and he selected a movie; The Notebook, one of my favorite movies. He popped it into the DVD player and sat down beside me, close. I could smell his cologne even stronger now; its sweet smell enthralled me and made me hungry for his skin against mine. I quickly sprang up from the couch.
"Do you want to snack on some popcorn? I know you said you weren't hungry but I thought I'd ask. How about a soda? I was asking very quickly and seemed almost nervous.
I'd sat close to him before but I'd never been this engorged in my emotions to the point that I'm not sure what I might do. "Calm down" I thought to myself.
"Sure popcorn would be good, but I'll just drink water." He replied.
I rushed off to the kitchen to retrieve the items. Three minutes later after the popcorn had finished popping, I returned from the kitchen. When I walked into the living room I saw Kent lying across my dark brown leather sofa, his boxers the only piece of clothing that remained on his body. His tight ass showed through the even tighter material of his garment. His muscular arms easily twice the size of my own were effortlessly placed above his head as he watched the beginning sequence to the movie. It was summer and it was hot, but it wasn't so hot that I had yet to turn the air on. He had just the start of sweat building up on his flesh. I could see a glint of moistness on each muscle, accentuating his already perfect body tenfold.
As I entered the room and saw him lying there across the sofa I had to keep my mind occupied, I went over and told him to move and shoved him, in a boyish way.
"Ha-ha" he laughed. "Alright I guess I'll let you sit on the couch too; I suppose it's more comfortable than the floor."
"That's right it is, and the view is better too" I was of course talking about him and not the television; in fact, my eyes hadn't left him since I reentered the room.
He moved over and I sat down next to him leaning my body into the arm of the couch. It seemed that through the entire first quarter of the film he was frozen, didn't move at all; suddenly though he was lying almost on top of me not unlike he was when I came back with the sodas and popcorn. I didn't move. I enjoyed his cool smooth flesh against my skin. I could feel the sweat dripping down his back; or was it my own. He laid the same for the following two thirds of the movie before moving again, but this time instead of lying on his back leaning against me he drug my feet to the opposite end of the couch; I was now lying on the couch directly in front of him, his big strong arm encircled me and held me close.
"is this okay?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes?... uh I mean yes. It's fine" I seemed a little too enthused at his position and didn't want to seem overly eager to see what he did next.
Listening to: Class Noise
Watching: An Anatomy Presentation