"Mark, I feel strange," Greg said to his friend. He stared at the pink ring on his finger.
"Strange how?" Mark asked. Greg looked up at him. Mark inhaled suddenly, his torso inflating underneath his clothes as he did so. His eyes went wide for a second.
"What? What is it?" Greg asked, suddenly worried that something was wrong. "Is everything okay?"
"I..." Mark trailed off. He slowly began to smile. He has a nice smile, Greg thought. Where had that come from? In addition to the weird new thought in his head, Greg began to smile a little too.
"I just...can't help myself, I guess," Mark said. Greg bit his bottom lip and grinned some more. What was going on with him? Why were they staring and smiling at each other like that? He felt his cheeks begin to blush. He looked back down at his ring. He began to fiddle with it. Mark reached out and grabbed his hand. Thoughts of Amy began to fade away only to be replaced with thoughts of Mark.
"These are really nice rings," Mark said softly. He placed an arm on Greg's waist and pulled him close. He breathed in deeply, as did Greg. His heart began to race. "I don't think I can wait another minute." He began to pant a little.
"Me neither," Greg said. Within seconds, they closed the distance between each other and began to kiss deeply and lovingly. Greg leaned into Mark's slightly more muscular frame. Mark caressed Greg's thinner waist. Thoughts of losing their virginity to the other crossed each of their minds. Greg thought about how much he wanted what was in Mark's jeans, and more specifically, an ever increasing desire for Mark to stick that dick in his pussy.