One night when Justin went to a club with some mates from college he noticed Steve within the crowd hunched over his glass at the bar in his black leather jacket. His golden blonde hair glistening underneath the light.
Justin decided to walk over to him, "Hi," he said.
Steve didnt look at him, he just finished off his glass and ordered another.
"Steve, talk to me," Justin said.
"What is there to talk about?" Steve asked flatly, he finally looked up at his friend and felt his heart pounding. "It was mistake, right? end of."
"Yeah," agreed Justin. He ran his hand through his short black hair and scratched the bristles on his chin, as he hadn't shaven in two days.
Steve threw back his drink and got up off the stool and walked out of the club by the side door. Justin followed.
"Are you following me or something?" he asked.
"Just making sure you're OK? I care about you."
Steve whirled around and grabbed hold of Justin by the jacket and pushed him hard against the wall of the dark alley where no one was watching. He looked at Justin and Justin looked at Steve. Hearts pounding, thumping like a set of drums against their chests, Steve suddenly kissed him with such passion and urgency.
Justin kissed back. Their arms around each other in a lover's embrace. Steve's hands went to the buckle of Justin's jeans and unzipped them and one of his hands went inside and felt up his friends dick and balls that soon became hard.
Steve got down on his knees and took his friend's erect penis inside his mouth and moved his mouth back and forth making Justin gasp loudly with pleasure, his fingers entwining in between Steven's blonde locks.