Warning: This story contains slash, quite heavy, too. If that's not your cup of tea, then turn back now.

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I had met a guy named Michael at another one of Jason's parties. I had partied hard, and went into the bathroom to try and clean up before going out again.

I was holding my shirt under the faucet when Michael stumbled in, throwing a girl or two off of him. He locked the door and turned around. He started at seeing me.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to walk in." he said.

"No, it's okay. Just getting some beer and cheese dip off of my shirt." I said.

"Oh, well let me help you." he said, and came to the back of me.

Michael put his arms around and grabbed the soaking shirt. He reached over to the soap, pressing against my bare back. I involuntarily shivered as he put the soap on my shirt, still pressed against me. I could feel his muscles working as he grabbed my hands in his and helped me scrub.

He then kissed my neck, which was so unexpected and sensual that I whipped around quickly, splashing a little bit of water on Michael's shirt.

Michael stared at me for a second before blushing and looking down.

"Sorry, couldn't help it." he said.

I didn't know what to say, so I said the first thing I could get out. "You're-You're gay?" I spluttered.

"Bi, actually. But by the looks of it, you're pretty queer yourself."

"How can you tell?"

"Well, you were blushing the whole time and that little shiver you did was quite a big give-away, too."

I said nothing, just blushed and looked away. God, I hate blushing.

He came toward me and touched my shoulder. I shrunk back slightly.

"God, you have a lot of sexual frustration, don't you?"

I looked at him, "Yeah, I guess so. Why?"

"Do you want me to fix it?"

"Okay." I was curious, give me a break.

"Come with me." Michael put out his hand.

I took it and he pulled me to him before kissing me desperately. Next thing I knew we were running down the hall and through the front door. I was then in a NICE white Lexus, cruising down the road.

"I'm Michael, what's your name?"

I had forgotten about names. "Nathan."

"I'll have to remember that."

"Why?" I mentally slapped myself, what kind of stupid question was that?

"So I can scream it as I cum." he smiled seductively.

I shivered again; I always do when I'm fully turned on.

Michael reached out a hand and touched my arm, running it up my bare shoulder. I reached over and slid my hand up his thigh.

He took his breath in sharply, "Don't do that."

"What?" I asked in a seductive innocent voice, "This?" I did it again.

He gasped, "You want us to stay on the road, right?"

I reluctantly drew my hand away.

"It's okay, just a few more blocks." Michael said.

Soon we were pulling into the driveway of a large, empty looking house.

We got to the porch and were already making-out like mad. I was causing trouble by locking one of my legs around him and kissing all over his face while he tried to unlock the door. Hee-hee :-)

We got in the door and I had him up against the wall. Michael then turned us over and pushed me onto a piano bench. As I sat, he straddled me and planted hot, open mouth kisses all over my neck.

I couldn't take it anymore, and pushed forward, making us land on the floor. I attacked his button-up shirt, not having too much trouble with the buttons.

As I did so, I felt him going for my belt. I got his shirt open and kissed and/or licked all over it, sliding the shirt off his shoulders.

I stood up on my knees and undid my pants. I got that done and Michael sat up, sliding his shirt off the rest of the way before going for my pants, dragging them down as his body fell.

I stepped out of them after standing up. Michael walked toward me and put a hand around my waist, frenching me hard and desperately.

His hand went under the waistband of my boxers and I felt him grab my butt. I pulled him closer, my tongue practically touching the back of his throat.

Michael put both hands down and started to push my boxers down. He broke away from me and got them down all the way, gasping at the sight of me.

Suddenly I had my legs locked around him, and he sat me down on the piano, making it clank tunelessly. I put a hand down to steady myself, striking a few more keys.

Michael was kissing and thrusting mindlessly, as I rose and fell slightly on the piano keys, gasping out, "Michael! I need more! I need more Michael! Please!"

"Calm your eager ass down, I'm getting there." he said before wrapping his fingers around me.

He took the hand off before wetting his hand with my pre-cum. He then placed it back on my neglected member. I gasped loudly when he did so and started moaning loudly as he started to move his hand.

Michael could tell I was close, and started to kiss me as he moved his hand faster. I was about to cum when Michael put his mouth over my member. That set me off and I came hard and fast into his mouth, screaming, "MICHAEL!"

I slumped across the piano, hitting a few more keys. Michael picked me up and laid me down on the carpet. I laid there waiting for my breathing to come back to normal.

Michael stood at my feet, watching me. "Nathan, are you okay?"

I smiled at him seductively before lunging at him, immediately going for his belt. He let out a surprised cry, which dwindled into a desperate moan as I slipped the belt off. I looked straight into his eyes as I undid the button and pulled down his zipper. I only looked away after slipping down his boxers, coming eye-to-eye with a nice piece of work.

I licked my lips in anticipation, and heard/saw Michael squirm at me making him wait. He looked up at the ceiling as though he didn't want to see what I was going to do. I took him into my mouth, and he nearly fell over in surprise.

I took my mouth off of it and told him to lie down. He did so, positioning himself so that his legs were on either side of me, bent. I spread his legs a little more so I could bend down and take him into my mouth again.

I had no clue as to what I was doing, so I just decided to wing it. I spiraled my tongue down slowly on his head, hearing him take his breath in sharply, his nails digging into the carpet. I experimented with different pressures and such, loving his throaty moans of appreciation.

Then I started to go faster, and Michael's fingers snaked into my hair. He pushed lightly, shouting, "Oh god! Harder Nathan, harder! Ah!"

I sucked as hard as I could, as Michael's hips started thrusting forward on my every down move. I heard him scream "NATHAN!" a millisecond before my mouth was filled with his hot, white liquid. I swallowed it all and gently licked the last few bits off of him, delighting in his seemingly intoxicating taste.

I then came up to him and wrapped my arm around him as his breathing came back to normal. When it was, he looked at me and kissed me before lying back down. That was the last I saw of him.

The next day I woke up on Jason's couch with nothing but a blanket and my boxers. Michael had brought me back last night before going on a date with some girl.

Oh well, I don't care; I had my fun with him.

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