My best friend Evan

If you aren’t into guy on guy stories than this isn’t for you.


It began at the end of our last exams. It was a common tradition for everyone to get a little crazy on
the last night to celebrate the summer. A friend of mine, Susan, told me that she would be having another
of her famous parties. Susan’s house was huge and had gained a reputation for hosting popular raves.
Needless to say, we were all excited to hear that another one was coming.


When Saturday night came, me and my best friend, Evan, set out on the long walk to Susan’s house. We
discussed about general things along the way. Different exams, new movies, plans for the summer, girl
opportunities we would now face. This was important to me as I had been on a 7 month dry streak. I began
to think about who might be at the party who would be worth making a move on. We joked around, making
predictions of who the other would hook up with.

“What about Jenna?”, Evan asked, “You and her always get along”

“Nah”, I replied, “she can kick my ass and that to me is a bad sign”.

Evan laughed. “Fair enough, but I know you and once you’ve had a few drinks, you’ll think differently.
Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if you make a move on me”.

I hesitated for a second. To Evan, this was a harmless joke but to me it was a secret desire. There had
been times before when I imagined what it would like to be with another guy. I wouldn’t have considered
myself gay as I had been with plenty of girls and had been in two happy relationships. But a few years
ago I had begun thinking about Evan in a different way at times. Fantasizing, but never acting on it,
thinking it was just the curious thoughts of a teenager. There were often times when I would be with Evan
and would find myself eyeing him up a bit. This would only last a few seconds and then I’d forget about
it.
Evan is good looking guy. He’s slightly taller than me and has a nice build. He’s not extremely muscled
(only a little more than me) but is toned and very strong looking. He has light brown hair and blue eyes.

Following this comment, I found myself picturing us together. Tonight, he was wearing a black shirt with
stripes and a pair of dark jeans. I admired the way the shirt complimented his shape and the jeans clung
to his ass.

We eventually reached Susan’s and it was no surprise that the place was packed. It was good seeing
everyone together again and I was remembering what it was like to actually go out and have fun instead of
being stuck inside studying. A lot of drinks were had by all and as the night came to an end, people were
stumbling out and giggling at stupid things around them. Me, Rachel and Evan decided it was really late
and headed for home. I can’t remember what we were talking about but we all couldn’t stop laughing.
Eventually we passed Rachel’s house and said goodbye.

Now that it was just the two of us again, Evan asked me if I had gotten any action. I told him I hadn’t
and he admitted the same. It didn’t bother us too much. It had still been a really fun night hanging with
our friends. Evan told me how he felt like he had nearly sealed the deal with Aly, a girl from school,
but her friend had thrown up and she had to take her home. We couldn’t help but laugh at this. The walk
was taking twice as long as it should have and it didn’t help that it began to rain.

“Crash at mine tonight. Save yourself the walk”, Evan said once we reached his house. I happily accepted
seeing as it was starting to come down harder, and we were both getting pretty wet. We stumbled into his
house, the effect of the alcohol now more obvious as I felt my head spin a little bit upon entering.
Evan’s family was away so we weren’t worried about being noisy as we stomped through the house to the
living room. I dropped onto his sofa and sprawled out across it. He walked in, saw me and gave me a
little kick, signalling for me to move over. I grunted in protest and turned my head away. I suddenly
felt his warm hands grab my waist and he pushed me over a bit and sat down. I straightened up as he
turned on the TV, and suddenly I was conscious of how close together we were. I could feel his warm body
through his soaking wet shirt and I felt myself begin to get hard through my jeans as I sat there,
enjoying the feeling of him against me. Luckily, it was dark and he wouldn’t be able to see.

We talked about the party while an old movie played.