Let's get physical

"I'm Peter by the way", the man had his hands pressed against the brick wall, an inch from Dylan's head and said in a near whisper as his bleached blonde hair tickled Dylan's chin as he gave a teasing lick and nip onto Dylan's neck. "I haven't seen someone of such beauty in a long while", Peter said as he continued to lick and suck onto the right side of Dylan's neck.

Dylan was taken aback and wasn't sure what to do. People usually weren't so bold as to just go up and latch onto another's neck...other than in movies where it's dark at night and just coming out of a bar. Peter just nipped at a sensitive spot behind Dylan's right ear, eliciting a soft moan from Dylan.

"Ok, what's going on here?", Dylan said after regaining his composure and managing to push Peter's chest so that he stood with a gap between them. "Are you drunk or something? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

Peter simply smirked, "No, this is just how I am. I'm as horny as a dog in heat. Nonstop." He let out a growl sound before coming in close, "Something about your smell...and something about that ass...". Now both of his hands cupped Dylan's plump behind. The thin fabric of Dylan's basketball shorts allowed him to feel even the slightest touch. "Ca..Can you let go..." Dylan was losing his strength. He felt the friction between both of their crotches and Peter purposely thrusted again to bring them closer.

"Why? You afraid of getting caught?" Peter looked down the street and smirked when some onlookers had their mouths covered with their hands in disbelief. "Let them stare...or you'd like some privacy?" Peter was getting excited thinking about the amount of trouble he could cause. He wanted to see that bitch of a mother again. He felt increasingly excited just thinking about it. He could just do a good, juicy kiss, and she would be enraged. Something about causing a scene made Peter...thrilled.

"Come on, let's go. Your name's Dylan, right?" Dylan was feeling too much pleasure to process the information, and dismissed the fact of how he knew his name. He had yearned for some sort of physical touch for so long. For 7 years to be exact. He had been in a relationship with a girl...and then a guy after that relationship clearly didn't work out, in freshman year of highschool. Never, had he felt a deep connection with a person, other than enjoying the physical touch during spooning or holding hands. Just something about the way the words, "I love you" didn't reach to him. So far, anyway. The two relationships he had were considered testers to him, as it was just hard to tell who he loved since he just couldn't feel much feelings towards them.

Right here, right now, wasn't so bad to Dylan. He liked being so close that he could feel the heat of the other person. He liked having his body being appreciated, even if it kind of made him shallow. And right now, his ass was being massaged, and a warm hand on his back.

"What do you say? I can come over? My house is so far, after all", Peter said. Dylan looked at him, thinking about whether he could trust him. He felt like he could judge someone's character accurately. Peter's eyes were blue, just like Dylan's. They were so intriguing, those eyes. There was a bit of playfulness, mysteriousness, but most of all was the mischievous tint. Dylan reached over to grab the back of Peter's neck. "You want to play? Then, let's play."