Elvis and Elvie

Elvis Velazquez met Ignatius Burnett late one night at a party that he didn't want to go to. He wouldn't have gone except for his best/worst friend Elvie insisted that he did.

Elvie loved to party.

Elvis and Elvie had a love/hate relationship; Elvie loved to love Elvis because, well, he was adorable, and as cute as a button, and they'd known each other since primary school where they started together in the same class and somehow, because of the similarities of their names – people were always asking them if they were brother and sister, because that was what the names suggested to everyone – they just ended up being friends.

Elvis loved Elvie because of their shared history and because she'd been kind to him, when it was just the two of them. He hated her because she was in love with him and always schemed to break up any potential relationship Elvis looked like he was going to have. In fact, Elvie manoeuvred to keep any prospective love interests for Elvis away.

Ignatius was not a friend of Elvie's, but a friend of a friend who came along to the party unbeknownst to Elvie. Ignatius had spotted Elvis long before Elvie's love interest radar had picked up on him. Being a guy and all, Elvie wasn’t looking out for him.

Elvis left the dance floor, and therefore Elvie’s protective gaze, and headed to the toilet.

Ignatius saw his chance and cornered Elvis, as he was leaving the toilet, quite ou of it, near the end of the night. Ignatius pulled Elvis into a dark corner and started kissing him, as he slid his hands up Elvis' t-shirt. He wasn't to know that Elvis’s kryptonite was his highly, sensitive nipples. That was just something he lucked in with. Elvis pulled back a few times and tried to focus on who had pulled him into the dark. Hey, ah?” He tried to brush Ignatius' hands away, “Hey, erm.” unsuccessfully. But from the moment Ignatius' fingers twisted Elvis’ nipples gently. “Oh, yeah, okay.” Elvis kissed back, passionately.

“I’m not…”

Elvis knew he was baring up with a man for the first time when he felt Ignatius push his hard cock into his hard cock.

"You're cute," said Ignatius. "Come home with me."

"But, I'm not..." said Elvis, as Ignatius hand slid his hand into Elvis' jeans and grabbed hold of his swollen cock.

"You don't have to be," said Ignatius. "Nice dick, buddy."

Elvis’ nipples were hard, as Ignatius twisted them in with his finger tips. “Oh, fuck,” was all Elvis could manage.

Ignatius ripped open Elvi’s button fly and somehow pushed Elvis’ backwards to be sitting on the toilet with his jeans and jocks around his thighs all in the same deft movement, taking Elvis’ cock deep down his throat.

“Oh… fuck… me,” gurgled Elvis threw thick phlegm in the back of his throat. “I have never…”

Ignatius sucked Elvis off until Elvis was shooting huge wads of cum down Ignatius’ throat.

Ignatius looked up at Elvis. Elvis smiled at him.

“Fuck mate, that was the best blowie I’ve ever had,” said Elvis.

Ignatius kneeling at Elvis’ feet pulled a pill from a small plastic bag and pushed into Elvis’ mouyh in that toilet cubicle, 

“Wow, I’ve already had a lot.”

“That’s’ good,” said Ignatius. “How I like it.

Ignatius swallowed another pill himself. “I’m Ignatius.”

“I’m Elvis.”

“Blue suede shoes, Elvis?”

“Yep.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah.” Elvis laughed. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Let’s go,” said Ignatius.

“Let’s go?” questioned Elvis. “He stood up and pulled up his jeans.

“Yeah, my place, where you can return the favour,” said Ignatius.

“Oh, ah…”

“Come on.”

“I’ve, ah, never done this before.”

“What? had sex?”

“Ah, with a guy.”

“It’s all the same, it makes no difference.”

“What?”

“You liked it,” said Ignatius. “You clearly liked it. Lets go like it again.”

“Ah…”

“It’s okay, I’ll take it slow.”

Elvis laughed. “Fuck me, I did like it.”

“So, what are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.” Elvis couldn’t believe that he did actually want to do it again. He was still horny, and this guy turned him on. “I’m not waiting for anything.”

“Let’s go then.”

Ignatius took Elvis’ hand and led him out of the cubicle and back out to the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” questioned Elvie.

“I’m going,” said Elvis. “You be okay?”

“What? With him?” asked Elvie.

“Yup.”

“To do what?”

“What do you reckon?”

“Elvis, he’s a guy?”

“Yeah.”

“You going gay?”

“It looks like it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll tell you all about it later,” said Elvis. “Will you be oaky.”

“Yes,” said Elvie. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Elvis’ next e started hitting him. 

“Who is he?”

Elvis turned to Ignatius. “Elvie, this is Ignatius, Ignatius, this is my best friend Elvie.”

“Nice to meet you, I think,” said Elvis.

“Nice to meet you,” said Ignatius. “I will take good care of him, I promise.”

“I don’t understand?”

“Elvie, I don’t really either,” said Elvis. “But I am going to give it a go.”

“Have you thought this through? Really?”

“Ah, what? Yeah, sure I have.”

“I don’t think you have.”

“I’ll be fine,” said Elvis. “we’re going to go.”

“Okay,” said Elvie.

Elvis and Ignatius stepped out of the club. They were both sizing each other up as they stood on the footpath in the morning light, just like two people do when they leave a club together for the first time.

“You, okay?” asked Ignatius.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” said Elvis. “How about you?”

Ignatius laughed. “You are really fucken handsome.”

“I’ve never had a guy say that to me before.”

“I can guarantee they have thought it.”

“Where do you live?”

“Brunswick,” said Ignatius. “How about you?”

“Carlton?” said Elvis.

“You wanna come back to my place?” asked Ignatius.

“Yes,” said Elvis. “Do you live alone?”

“I have two housemates.”

“Oh, okay,” said Elvis. “Do you mind if we go to my place, I live on my own, and this is new to me so, I reckon, it would be easier.”

“Sure, let’s go.”

Poor Elvie cried all night, as Elvis and Ignatius enjoyed the sun rise, together in Elvis' bed. Elvie said it was because Elvis went and left her. Elvis reckoned that was rubbish, as he handed Ignatius a joint as the two of them continued to enjoy the sunrise.