Preston's Instaboy Adventure Part 1

Joey Birlem

Sitting on my couch watching the Super Bowl pre-game shows was a first for me. Usually, my dad would fly us out for the day to watch it in person and meet the teams, but this year was different. Instead, My dad was in Atlanta, preparing for the acquisition of a Fortune 500 company. I always hated the way he put business before family. He lived to work when he should be working to live. Today also sucked because the air conditioning was broken in our house, and not a single technician could come out and fix it until next week.

As another sweat bead rolled down my back, I leaned forward and slid my dark navy shirt off. I wiped some sweat off my soft abs and was adjusting my pants when the doorbell rang. I stood up and trotted my way to the door, running my hand through my hair and getting it out of my face.

I opened the door, revealing a boy with brown hair and striking eyebrows. He was wearing a black hoodie with checkers on the sleeves and matching black sweatshorts with unusually long white drawstrings.

"Wow, a sweatshirt in this weather?" I muttered sarcastically under my breath.

"Hey, I'm Joey, I just moved in next door and my mom sent me over to meet you guys, apparently our moms were talking on Facebook before we moved here." he said. My eyes traced his pink lips as they moved so fluidly, all the way up to his deep green eyes

I watched as his eyes slowly made their way up and down my body, he seemed as if he was lusting for a response.

"Would you like to... come in?" I said, opening the door wider. He walked into the entry way, I watched his wipe some sweat off his forehead.

"Ah, sorry, but the air conditioning is broken." I watched his hands reach down and grab the rim of his hoodie.

"Oh, that's fine, your idea seems to work," he lifted his hoodie and shirt over his head, revealing a nice tan chest and light pink nipples. My eyes followed his happy trail down to a sharp, prominent V-line that was below his rock-hard abs.

"Checking me out already?" he said, turning his back to me and walking towards the couch.

"Lol, like I would be checking you out," I joked, not being able to read the situation.

I sat down next to him on the couch, and we continued to watch the pre-game show again until he finally spoke again.

"Hey bro, my legs are starting to sweat, you mind if I take off my shorts?" He said in an awkward tone, almost like he was wondering if he should be asking something like that.

"Yeah, do whatever you want, my legs are getting hot too," I said, happier than ever.

I stood up, undoing my belt. I met this boy just an hour ago and I was already taking my pants off for him. Funny. I slid my jeans down and sat back down in my dark grey boxers. He had vibrant blue boxers and I could see his hard dick stretching the fabric. It looked like it was trying to escape so bad, and I wanted to help it come out. Not the only thing that might have to come out soon though, my dick was growing and I tried to hide it, but now being almost naked, it was pretty hard.

He looked over and down at my boxers, "Wow, somebody's getting hard..." A smirk slid onto his face.

He looked at me.

His green eyes looked deep into my heart.

He could see my pain.

He could see everything I'd ever seen.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his hand reaching over and rest on my thigh. He took his soft hand and ran it up and down my exposed leg until he moved up to my abs, using two fingers to walk up my chest. I looked down at his hand and followed it up to his eyes again.