Ready for My Close-Up - Sex Stories

Ready for My Close-Up

... is this?" Ethan said.

"It's MarioKart. Have you ever played?"

"I'm not a video games guy," Ethan said.

"That's okay," Jake said. "It's pretty simple."

Jake explained the buttons and the rules. Within minutes, Ethan, a little toadstool, was racing around a track.

Jake was clearly an expert at it, but he didn't do anything to mess Ethan up. He easily won the first two games. But he didn't rub it in. After each one, he said, "Great job, buddy!"

Somehow, with a burst of beginner's luck, Ethan won the third race.

"Hey, that was awesome, buddy!" Jake said, smiling. "But you better watch out!"

Ethan nodded and took a swig of his beer. He was feeling cocky. Maybe he had some secret ability to play this game that was even better than all of Jake's practice.

But he was wrong. Within seconds of starting, Jake had shot him with a shell. Ethan cursed at him repeatedly, but Jake, laughing, easily beat him again.

"You are a fucking little shit," Ethan said, smiling.

"Here," he said. "This will help you drive." He pulled out a vape pen and took a hit. He passed it to Ethan. Ethan took a long hit.

The vape and alcohol mixed in his body and began to ease his muscles. While they were stopped, Jake got up and got a bottle of beer and a bowl of chips.

On the sixth or seventh race, they were fully shit-talking each other and laughing. Jake was winning easily, but Ethan didn't mind. It was almost more fun to lose terribly and to call Jake all sorts of ...

... names.

It was probably their eighth race when in a pause in their shit-talking, Jake asked Ethan, "So, have you ever kissed a guy before?"

Ethan nearly crashed, but he kept his eyes on the screen.

"Never. I've only been with girls. You?"

"Yeah, I have," he said. "I'm not gay or bi, but when I was in theatre school, all of my gay and queer classmates wanted to practice kissing. It was just a thing. You know, experimenting."

They kept driving for another minute. Ethan could feel his face flush with anxiety.

"So," Jake said. "Maybe we should practice kissing first before we even get into the scene."

They kept racing.

When they had finished, Ethan said, "Sure. That's probably a good idea."

Jake patted the couch next to him.

"Come over here."

Ethan put down the controller and went over to the couch. He sat down.

"Do you want another hit?"

Ethan shook his head. He was definitely feeling the alcohol and cannabis mixture in his body. It was relaxing, sure, but also giving him a little burst of excitement, which was adding to his anxiety.

Being this close to Jake was also intimidating. Jake was more famous than Ethan. He had recently finished a superhero movie, and although it hadn't been released yet, it was almost guaranteed to make him a superstar. He also had a natural handsomeness -- a mixture of boyish beauty and masculine sharp angles in his face. And he had trained long and hard for the role, and so his body was almost inhumanly large and ...