With one easy and deliberate grip and cradle of the extremity or pinnacle of his shirt, he hauls and wrests his hands apart so that his shirts buttons...are all displaced and ripped apart, scattering and strewing their way helplessly in the threadlike, dense air. One by one, they tick and clack onto the floor, clanging callously like the tumultuous piece of music, chiming and tolling whats more. With his head straightening and getting high up into the air, Preston tugs and pulls the shirt off. We started chatting about girls and such after getting settled in his spare bedroom.We were playing Duck Hunt in the basement when it started. I asked about his girlfriend and chatted about them and if he had kissed her, felt her tits or played with her ass. Being the cool cat that he was, he didn’t want to brag but told me about getting to play with her tits at a movie.The conversation turned a little more sexual when he asked about me and anyone I was interested in. I didn’t mention names but. "Wow, who's the stud in the hot pants?" one of them said which brought a round of chuckles from the rest. They entered as they brushed their hands over my chest and nipples and the last one in squeezed my ass she went past. Man, this was going to be a fun evening! The groping and teasing continued as the last guest arrived and throughout the evening as I served drinks and h'orderves. I don't know how I managed to avoid shooting my load in my pants but somehow I did. My cock stayed hard the. I could almost hear her smile in her voice. "A little sore, but even that's going away. How are you?" I'm a little tired, but I'll be okay. I've got a soccer game this afternoon, and then I have to go over to the Wilkinsons. Are you doing anything tonight?" I was going to go over to Tessa's. Want to come along?" Sure," I said. "What time were you going?" We're going shopping this afternoon, but we should be back around five. Ummm... Sean?" Uh-huh?" Bring along a couple of those... things you.