The after-party room was crammed full of food, drink and guests. A few female guests sat together near the large window and a few kids assembled near the table, picking out food and eating it.
Tom had his back against the cream wall as he played about on his phone. His best friend Sasha had married the love of her life and he was so happy for her. Ever since they were young, Tom and Sasha had a wonderful relationship. He placed his phone back in his pocket and saw Chris at the other end of the room. He looked very handsome in his posh black suit and his white tight shirt and those tight exposing trousers… grrrrr.
All day Tom had been thinking about that. Those trousers his buddy was wearing were very tight and revealed a golden ass. The bulge was plentiful in size but sadly there was no outline of any body parts. His hair was combed to a state of perfection in addition with a face carved by angels themselves. The muscles were practically ripping through the suit and Tom couldn't stop staring. Ten months of being single had taken its toll on the poor lad. Had he really resorted to fantasising about one of his most trusted male friends?
He couldn't take this any longer. He had to make a move. If he kept the horny devil in himself for much longer it would explode and he'd get sexually active with anyone. Normally someone like Chris would evoke zero sexual interest within him but months of unintentional celibacy meant Tom was about to do anything. At least with Chris it would be something nobody would find out about.
Chris was sitting down on a white chair. He brushed his blond glowing hair with his hand and fiddled with the name tag on the table. Sasha was a right bitch to him. She always sat him on the table with the kids at social events she ran and always ignored him. Chris always felt as if he hadn't done anything to her but for some reason she disliked him. His wife said she was just jealous she couldn't have him.
He glanced over at a lonesome Tom. Their eyes met each other but Chris was quick to avert his gaze. Tom's eyes however was transfixed on the Australian hunk. His physique was mesmerising. Chris could still feel the hawk eyes of Tom and so nervously, made his way to the bathroom.
Inside the toilets, Chris decided to make use of them. After coming out of the cubicle he washed his hands after urinating when the door went. He turned around to see Tom in a white shirt and blazer.
'Hey man,' Chris said as Tom stood beside him. 'You alright?'
'Yeah,' he said, not taking his eyes off of the man. 'How's things with you?'
'I went surfing last week and Liam ended up getting smacked by a massive fish.'
Tom chortled to himself. As Chris smiled, Tom felt his heart do the same. He always smiled perfectly. Tom tried to snap himself out of it but he couldn't.
'I haven't had it in 10 months,' he admitted, trying to make it sound as casual and jovial as possible.
'That's nothing to be ashamed of,' grinned Chris, turning on the hand dryer just as Tom said 'Fuck me please.' Unfortunately, Chris did not hear. Tom sighed. The hand dryer stopped.
Chris walked off when Tom grabbed his arm. It felt ripped as if Chris had done some exercising that day already. His penis tingled slightly.
'Help me.'
'What?'
'I need to have sex.'
'Excuse me?'
Chris pulled himself from Tom's grip.
'I have needs.'
Disgusted and shocked, Chris left the toilets in a hurry. He ran through the hallway and back into the party room. He took a seat and then watched as Tom glared at him. He passed into the garden and realised he was going back to his room in the manor. Five minutes later, Chris' chair was empty.