It's been a long time between drinks at the well and I apologise for that. My confidence took a massive smashing when I got made redundant and I gave up on the story way back when. Having had a look at this thread today, and all the wonderful comments I found myself writing again. The story picks up the same night Part 7 left off.
To everyone who has PM'd me, or comment thank you.
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Part 8:
Jared felt his legs wrapped around Owen's smooth hips, his foot resting on the back of Owen's leg. Beer scented breath caressed his face as Owen hovered just out of reach. Reaching a hand up, Jared stroked the smooth expanse of skin on Owen's back.
“That was your first time blow job wasn't it?” Owen asked, leaning down and drawing the very tip of his tongue along Jared's neck.
“Was it that obvious?” Jared laughed, running his fingers along Owens back, marvelling at the smoothness, the warmth and the slight moan that came from Owen as he arched his back to keep the contact.
“Yes” Owen said, planting a light kiss on Jared's lips before pushing his groin into him. “You did well though.”
Jared laughed. All the nerves, all the fear, had gone. The only thing that remained was this. The weight, the closeness, the connection that had been formed between the two of them. “This is what I was waiting for” he thought, “I never want it to end.”
“What's next?” Jared said, taking the initiative for the first time and pulling Owens face towards his own, mirroring the kiss he'd received earlier.
“Next?” Owen ran a finger along Jared's jaw line, feeling the stubble of his beard against his skin. “I thought you'd be snoring by now, most guy's pass out after they cum.”
“I'm not tired.”
Jared kissed Owen's mouth and rolled, positioning himself on top of Owen. Sliding down Owen's body, he ran his tongue along Owen's skin. Sucking the lobe of his ear, before running the tip of his tongue along the side of his neck, across his shoulder and then down the side of his body.
Owen lay still as Jared explored. He felt the tongue, felt Jared's hand reach up and lightly squeezed his nipple. He closed his eyes, and felt Jared's weight as it slid of his body, spreading his legs apart. Jared's tongue was like a magicians wand, creating waves of psychedelic light behind Owen's eyes.
Owen has expected Jared to be tentative and shy, but he was showing he was an apt pupil. Unafraid of exploring, of using teeth, tongue and fingers to tease Owen unmercifully.
“I thought you were a virgin” Owen moaned as Jared licked his balls, slowly using his finger to trace the outside of Owen's hole.
“I was” Jared laughed as he flicked his tongue along the hardened line between sack and arse. “I always was a fast learner though.”
Owen lost control as Jared licked his arse, tongue against flesh, in the opposite direction to the hand slowly stroking his hard cock. Stroke up, no tongue, tongue flashing against sensitive skin, hand down. Up, down, darting tongue.
“Fuck” Owen moaned, “oh fuck, shit, fuck.”
Jared used his saliva to wet Owen's dick, capturing the shaft in one hand as he rubbed the swollen head against his palm. Owen struggled to hold back, struggled to lift his legs to block off Jared's access to the ever increasing source of pleasure and pain.
He felt Jared clamp his leg over Owen's, his other leg trapped by the weight of Jared's body as his arm anchored him to the canvas floor of the tent.
“Fuck Jared.”
Jared's mouth came into contact with Owen's hard cock. He slowly slid his mouth over it. Pushing his head as far down the thick shaft as he could manage without gagging. Tilting his head, drawing circles with his tongue, sliding up and down, running his tongue along the hard ridge of the head.
Owen was loosing control. He struggled to bring his mind to anything that would slow this down. He was loving it, frightened by it. It had never felt like this before. As Jared's mouth moved further down his cock, two fingers pinched his nipples, squeezing and flicking them as his cock transformed him into nothing but nerves and sensation.
“Fuck” he moaned, “fuck.”
Jared freed Owen's cock from his mouth. Looking at the body in the moonlight Jared smiled. Slowly he drew a finger across Owen's inner thigh, leaving the rock hard penis to stand tall in the moonlight.
“Is that an offer Owen?” He said, moving the finger from the thigh, across Owen's balls, and down, towards the puckered skin of his hole. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Owen, caught in pleasure he'd never experienced and never expected, arched his back, opening his legs as wide as he could with Jared's weight holding him in place.
“I've never done that with anyone” Owen said. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Only if you are ready. It's my first time too and I don't want to hurt you.”
Owen sighed, as he felt Jared's finger slide into him tentatively, gently. A slight feeling of uncomfortable pressure but that wasn't bad. “Do I want it.” he thought.” I assumed it would be me fucking him this weekend.”
As Owen struggled for a clear decision Jared leant forward, sliding his tongue along Owen's cock, sliding his finger all the way into Owen's body.
Mouth down, finger out, mouth up, finger in. A rhythm that rocked Owen to the core of his being. In and out, up and down, two fingers pinching and teasing sensitive nipples.
Owen gasped as he felt the point of no return pass. Without thought, without control he felt his orgasm explode deep into Jared's willing mouth. He moaned as his body pulsed, once, twice, three time. He felt drained, exhausted, satisfied.
Jared continued to suck, to lick, to swallow the load as it pumped into him. The salty tang caught him unawares, burning the back of his throat, but nothing had ever felt so right as this moment, in the moon drenched tent, his best friends cock pulsing into his mouth, his finger still teasing the inside of Owen's body.
Raising his head from Owen's body, Jared watched as his friends cock started to soften, slowly returning to its normal state of being. Impulsively he leant his head down and kissed Owen's groin. A soft, gentle, almost shy kiss.
Unlocking their limbs, Jared climbed over Owen and lay flat on his back. Staring at the tent roof, he breathed deeply, feeling the heat of what had occurred all over his body. A hand in the darkness reached towards him. It stroked his chest, before finding a home in his hand.
“Thank you.” Jared said to the darkened shape of Owen who was still struggling to catch his breath.
A mouth touched his. A gentle brushing of lips on lips, a slow stroked of a tongue.
“You don't need to thank me.” Owen laughed. “It wasn't a charity fuck. I wanted it as much as you did. For a virgin you're pretty good at it I've got to admit. If you weren't that good, I'd have been able to hold of for longer. I was seconds away from giving you my arse.”
“Next time.” Jared said, stroking Owen's arm. “There's plenty of time for that. For both of us.”
Owen nestled against Jared's body, his head pillowed on Jared's hairy chest. “Absolutely.” he said, as he closed his eyes.
Owen lay with his eyes closed, waiting for sleep. Jared's deep rhythmic breathing told him sleep had come easier for Jared than for him. Raising himself up onto an elbow in the darkness of the tent, he watched Jared sleep.
“There's never been a next time.” Owen thought. Simon's voice haunted him, instructing him on what men were for, what women where for. Owen struggled against the memory. He wasn't gay, he fucked women all the time. Well, often. Well every now and again.
Looking at Jared he felt his heart was going to explode. He wasn't gay. So why did he feel like this? Why was the idea of “another day” something he was counting the hours to reach.
“Men are for fucking” Simon crooned in his head “women are for loving.”
“Oh fuck off” Owen said quietly in the darkness to the taunting phantom voice.
Owen wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew one thing for sure. If it took going camping every single weekend for the rest of the summer, this wasn't the last time he and Jared would play together. He knew deep in his soul, tonight had been different. What had started out as getting Jared first had changed the rules in his head.
Leaning over to Jared, he kissed him gently on the forehead.
“Another day indeed” he whispered, pushing away a lock of hair that had fallen across Jared's face.
and BiMike, feel free to let your friends know it's up lol. The more comments I get the more chapters 
Glad you liked it 
thanks Kyanimal. If Nanowrimo goes according to plan it shall be done 
