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Let Me Watch:

First Time Gay with My Best Friend



by Alaura Shi Devil



















































Copyright © 2018 Alaura Shi

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Chapter 1

Chad waited at his girlfriend’s, Kelly, front door. He was so excited to see her and yet worried. The phone call he had with her a few moments ago was a little strange. She sounded sick. All she could say, basically, was that she needed a huge favor. The pain in her voice made him jump from his bed and into his car. He even ditched football practice for her. He hardly had any time to get fully dressed. All he could put on was his jockstrap, his football shorts, his shoes, and a sleeveless spandex muscle shirt. Luckily, her call was right after his shower. Usually, he liked taking time to flex his muscles in front of the mirror (to feel the hardness of his biceps, chest, and his abs, to stare at his huge hairless butt, and, most importantly, to play with his cock and tickle its head) and brush his dirty blonde hair. But Kelly was the type of girlfriend who never cared how neat his hair was.

What was this favor she needed? Chad even called his best friend, Brandon, to tell him that he wasn’t going to be at practice. Strangely enough, Brandon didn’t answer his phone. But Chad didn’t worry too much about that. Brandon’s father was the Head Coach and was probably working his ass off during practice. All that mattered was Kelly.

Kelly opened the door, looking nervous. “Hey baby.”

“Baby girl,” he replied, stepping inside, to kiss her. “You okay? You sounded sick. Are you hurt?”

“Nah, nothing like that,” she reassured as he made his way down to her room. She still lived with her parents, so it was best they both had some privacy.

After sitting her down on the bed, he studied her for signs of damage on her body.


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