AstareGod, you look damned hot in those Speedos, bud. You have the perfect swimmer's body for it and a nice pouch to go with it. Great pics. Thanks for sharing. BC
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Aquatic Anxiety
- Thread starter AstareGod
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Part 13
I sleep in a bit the next morning, but eventually muster the strength to pull myself out of bed. I make breakfast, though now it’s more like lunchtime, and take care of a few things around the house. I text Steve to see when he’s ready for me to come over, and he responds back, telling me to come over whenever. I take a shower, get dressed, and head to his place.
I get there and knock on the door. He answers a few seconds later, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, much like what I’m wearing. No sweatpants this time. “Come on in, bud.”
I step inside. “How’s it going?”
He closes the door behind me. “Oh, just another day off. I like how we do our swim meets with every other Saturday off.”
I nod. “Yep, gives you a nice break.” I turn around and start admiring the poster of Michael Phelps.
He clears his throat. “So, what do you wanna do?”
I turn back around, not having paid any attention to what he just said. “Huh?”
He laughs. “Game, movie, TV show?”
“Oh. We could try some more Mario Kart.”
“Sure, that sounds good. Let’s step it up though.”
“How?”
“We’ll play online, against other people.”
“That’s harder than playing against the computer?”
“Hell yeah. We were coming in first and second against the computer. This will be a lot tougher.”
I put on a confident face. “I’m up for the challenge.”
He boots up the system and grabs two controllers, handing one to me. We play some races, and it’s for sure a lot tougher like he said. After a while, we switch from racing to battle mode and do a few rounds of that. We definitely don’t come in first as much as we did when we played against the computer, but as long as I’m playing with him, I have no complaints.
After we finish a round of battle, he looks over at me. “Wanna keep going?”
“I dunno, I’m about all raced out.”
He laughs. “All right, we can stop.” He sets down his controller. “Hungry? Thirsty?”
“I’ll take a beer if you don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind at all.” He rises to his feet and walks to the kitchen. I get up and follow behind him. He pulls two beers out of the fridge and pops the caps off, handing me one. We clink our bottles together and take a nice sip. “You like it, huh?”
“It’s good beer!”
He chuckles. “Good thing I stocked up, then.”
“Did your ex-girlfriend ever drink beer? Or anything?”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, Melissa? Nah. She didn’t like doing anything fun.”
“Yikes.”
“You know what was worse, though? She didn’t like me having much fun, either.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Just goes to show you how manipulative and controlling she was.”
“In what ways?”
“Well, a big complaint of hers was that I practiced swimming too much. She was always complaining about that.”
“You’re on a swim team. You’re supposed to practice!”
“Thank you! But she always claimed I was ignoring her, when I practically spent every bit of the rest of my spare time with her. I barely had any time to myself.”
“Wow. She does sound controlling.”
“Definitely. But she had me convinced I was practicing too much, to the point of neglecting her. When you hear a lie repeated often enough, you end up believing it. What’s worse was anytime I wanted to hang out with my own friends, she wouldn’t let me. Especially if I wanted to hang out with Rochelle, the girlfriend I had before Melissa.”
“What’s your story with Rochelle?”
“We dated for a few months, but things just weren’t very compatible,” he points down to his crotch, “down there.”
“Oh.” I decide not to press him for details.
He continues, “The breakup was actually pretty amicable, and we’re still friends.”
“So why’d Melissa have a problem with it?”
“Just because I had dated her before. Hell, it could’ve just been because she was a girl. Who knows. She probably thought I’d cheat, though like I just said, Rochelle and I weren’t compatible in that department. Rochelle’s just a really good friend.”
“Sounds to me like Melissa wasn’t very trustworthy.”
“She wasn’t. And it’s only been a few weeks since I broke up with her, but I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I think I know why she is the way that she is.”
“What’s your theory?”
“Well, she actually ended up cheating on me.”
I roll my eyes. “Hah. Go figure.”
“Right?! In the end, she finally owned up to cheating on me with multiple guys. I still don’t know if she was telling the truth, or just making it up to hurt me.”
“I hope you’ve at least gotten tested for infections.”
“Oh, I have. Did that right after I found out.” He shakes his head, thinking about what to say next. “Anyway, she knew she was a serial cheater, so she projected all that onto me, worrying I was going to cheat on her, when the whole time, she was doing it behind my back.”
“Damn. I’m sorry, dude. You wasted so much time being with someone like that.”
“Yeah, three years of on- and off-again. But it taught me a lot about myself, and a lot about people like her. It’s scary how easy it is to fall into a trap with a manipulator.”
“Sounds like it. I’m just glad you’re out of that situation.”
“Me, too.” He takes a deep breath. “You getting hungry?”
I glance at the time. “I probably will be in about a half-hour.”
“Want to walk down to River Street and find a place? It’s only about a twenty-minute walk.”
“Sure, the weather’s nice enough.”
“Cool.” We finish off the rest of our beers, then step out, and he locks the door behind us. As we begin our trek to River Street, he speaks up, “So, how have your relationships with guys been?”
“Thankfully not as bad as yours with Melissa—”
“—Good!”
“I mean, that’s not to say I haven’t had my own challenges as well. I’ve dealt with the cheating thing, too. I was hanging out with my boyfriend at the time, and right before we were supposed to meet up with some friends of ours, he just up and says that he gave one of the other guys a blowjob just the night before.”
“Shit. How’d you take the news?”
“At the time, it tore me up. I actually broke down crying. I had this impression of who he was, and what I thought he wanted, and instantly it just came crashing down. It took a long time for me to learn how to trust other guys again.”
“Yeah, being cheated on sucks. It really screws with you.”
“What was weird was that, even though I was pissed at him for cheating, and wanted to break up with him right away, we stayed together for a few more weeks until I finally decided to call it off.”
“That makes total sense. We as humans don’t like change, so to stay with someone, even after infidelity, makes sense to me. That’s what ended up happening with me and Melissa.”
“For three years?”
“Well, I didn’t find out she was cheating until the end, but every time we broke up, we still kept seeing each other and hanging out. It was tough to quit her. I even thought I couldn’t make it in life without her. That’s how screwed up I was until everything came out in the open.”
I sigh. “I’m glad you’re finally rid of her.”
“Me, too.” We finally reach River Street, and he points to the right at a bar. “I’ve been to that place before. It’s pretty good. Want to go there?”
“I trust your judgment. Let’s go!”
We walk in and grab a table. Our server comes up, and we order two beers while we look over the food menu. I decide to get fish and chips while Steve gets a grilled chicken burger. Our server comes back with the beers, and we place our food order.
He reaches up with his glass. “Cheers!” I clink his glass, and we take our sips. He makes a sound of satisfaction. “Delicious!”
“What do you get?”
“It’s another beer by the same brewery that made the ones we drank back at my place.”
I snap my fingers. “Damn, I wish I would’ve seen that.”
“You want to try a taste?”
“Sure.” I slide his glass closer and take a small sip. “Yeah, that is pretty good. I’ll get that next.”
He chuckles. “I see that I’m already making an impression on you.”
I shrug. “Well, when you have good taste, what do you expect?”
He smiles as he takes another sip. “So, I take it you have no boyfriend now?”
I sigh. “Nope.”
“Damn. I remember you being so popular in high school. Well, at least with the gay guys.”
I shake my head. “Yeah, I had some fun times back then. After I moved, though, I spent a lot of time being single. It was hard for me to get into the social circles up in Raleigh and, well, like here, there weren’t many.”
“See, that’s something I don’t think about much. I can imagine it would be a lot harder for a guy to find another guy than it would be to find a girl.”
“You’re absolutely right about that. I got lucky a few times, though, and I had some good relationships, and I still keep in touch with them. The hardest one to leave, though, was my last one, Ethan. I had to move back here because I wasn’t making enough money. I can’t do long distance relationships, and I couldn’t expect him to move with me. Even though we had only been together for a couple of months at that point, we got really close to one another—but still, it was too early to even bring up the question. He said if I ever moved back to Raleigh and he was still single, that we could always give it another go. That made it even harder to leave.”
Lost for words, he takes a while before responding. “Damn dude, I’m sorry. He sounds like he was really special to you.” Our food arrives, and we begin eating. After swallowing a bite of his chicken burger, he continues, “What if he said yes, if you asked him to move with you?”
I think for a second. “I just never thought to bring it up. It felt wrong to expect that from him after just two short months of dating—but, I do wonder how that conversation would have gone.”
Our server comes back to our table to check on us, and we order two more beers. As we eat, we talk and catch up on the more mundane happenings of our lives over the past few years, and continue our conversation as we finish up our meals and drinks, then walk back to Steve’s place.
He unlocks the door and we step inside. He turns to me. “Still in a gaming mood, or want to switch to something else?”
“How about we watch a movie?”
He snaps his fingers. “I’ll get the popcorn.”
I chuckle. “Let’s maybe let our food settle a bit first.”
“All right.” He walks to his shelf of movies and beckons me over. “Anything here look interesting?”
I scan through his collection for a few seconds. “Anything looks good, really.”
He runs his finger along the tops of the cases and stops on one. “X-Men fan?”
“I used to read the comic books when I was a kid. Does that count?”
He pulls the movie from the shelf. “Good enough for me!” He walks over to the player and puts the disc inside and starts the movie, then we sit on the couch. He reaches behind and tilts the blinds closed to darken the room.
After a few minutes in, I gasp. “How’d you know I have a thing for Hugh Jackman?”
He laughs. “Oh, you just wait.”
A few minutes later, I screech uncontrollably. “And it has Hugh Jackman’s bare ass?”
He turns to me and smiles. “I thought you’d like that.”
“I do! I just want to make love to this whole movie.”
He shakes his head. “Calm down. We’ve only seen like the first five minutes.”
I quiet myself down as much as possible. “Sorry.”
He laughs again. We continue watching the movie in silence. About halfway through, he leans in and whispers to me, “Popcorn break?” I nod quickly, and he pauses the movie.
We get up and move to the kitchen. He starts popping some popcorn in the microwave, then reaches into the fridge. “Want another beer?”
“Sure, thanks.” He hands one to me, and I take a satisfying sip.
He pops open another one for himself and does the same. Soon after, the popcorn’s done popping, and he pours it into a bowl and we go back to the dark living room to finish watching the movie. As soon as the credits start rolling, he turns to me. “What did you think?”
“First five minutes, ten out of ten. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the film didn’t need to be made. All I needed was that glimpse of Hugh Jackman’s ass.”
He laughs. “Well, I’m glad that part did it for you.”
“It sure did. Good selection!”
He takes a sip of his beer. “Want to hang around some more?”
“Yeah, as long as I’m not overstaying my welcome. I’m having fun! What else were you thinking of doing?”
“Let’s go back to video games, but let’s do a different one.”
“Cool. What do you have?”
“Have you seen the new Zelda game?”
I open my eyes wide. “You have that?! I’ve seen a bit of it and it looks awesome.”
“Want to play it?”
“Hell yeah! I might watch you play at first, but I’d be willing to try it out after a bit.”
He boots up the system and starts the game. He creates a new save file, and soon the first cutscenes of the game start playing, and he gets control of the character. I sit back and watch him jump, climb, and sprint all over as he explains how the game works. About an hour later, he offers the controller to me. “Wanna try?”
I take a deep breath. “All right. Hope I’m somewhat good at this.”
“I’m sure you will be.” He shakes my bottle of beer and notices it’s empty. “Want another one?”
“Sure, why not?” He rises to his feet and retrieves two more beers, handing one to me. I thank him as I take the beer. “You know, next time you’ll have to come to my place so I can provide all the beer.”
He laughs. “I don’t mind, really. It’s just nice to have some company.”
“Yes. Especially company that doesn’t complain and isn’t manipulative.”
He gives me a high-five. “You’re absolutely right!” He looks back at the TV. “What do you think of the game so far?”
“It’s fucking amazing. Very unlike the other games I’ve played.”
“Yeah, this one’s very different from the rest.”
I play for a little while longer, then hand the controller back to him and watch him play so I can enjoy my beer a bit more easily. As incredible as this game is, a lot of it involves exploring around this big open world—insanely beautiful, but nothing too exciting for large portions.
After I finish my beer, I start nodding off a bit, because it’s late at night, and probably also from drinking so much. Steve shakes me awake, “Hey bud, you all right?”
I yawn. “Yeah, just a bit tired.”
He pauses the game. “Wanna crash here?”
I think about it. I’ve probably drunk too much to be able to drive home. Plus, I wouldn’t mind staying over at Steve’s. “As long as it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all.” He shuts the game off and gets up. The room is now dark from turning off the game, so he flips on a light. “All I have is the couch, but it’s pretty comfy. I should know—I had to sleep on it myself a few times after Melissa and I got into a fight.”
I yawn again. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Cool, I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow.”
He disappears around the corner and into his bedroom. There’s no way I’m sleeping in my street clothes, so I take off my shorts and shirt, fold them, and set them on the coffee table. I’m in just my boxers now.
Steve reappears with a pillow and a blanket and sets them on the couch. “Think this’ll be enough?”
“Should be, thanks. I sleep pretty hot.”
“All right, well, if there’s anything else you need, come in and wake me up. If you wake up before me tomorrow morning, help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”
“Thanks again, Steve, for letting me crash.”
“Don’t mention it, bud. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He turns and walks around the corner into his bedroom, flipping the lights in the living room off along the way.
I arrange the pillow and blanket on the couch, then make myself as comfortable as possible. I lie there in his living room, dark except for a faint bit of light from his bedroom reflecting off the walls of his hallway. I can barely hear the crickets chirping outside. I’m alone with only my thoughts, grappling with the events that have transpired since meeting Steve. He is exactly the kind of guy I’m into—around my age, physically active, has goals, is open and in touch with his feelings, is very giving and generous… It’s extremely hard with my head swimming in alcohol to keep myself from falling for him.
I tell myself that I can’t. I just can’t. A part of me really, really wants to just join him in bed and sleep right beside him, but I know he wouldn’t be down for that, and I don’t want to risk making things awkward, especially after we’ve been hanging out and getting to know each other so well lately.
Still, though, it’s hard not to imagine what it would feel like to cuddle up next to Steve and fall asleep with him. And the sex, oh god, the sex! I want nothing more than to have the chance to play with his beautiful uncut cock. I begin listing all the naughty things I’d do with him, and my dick starts growing harder and harder with each fantasy. I’d rub one out, but I don’t have any lube, or a towel to clean up with, and it would be weird asking Steve for either one, so I move my hand under the blanket, pull my now-hard dick through the fly of my boxers to relieve the pressure, and leave it at that.
The light from his bedroom turns off, and it seems he’s off to sleep. I may as well follow suit, as soon as I’m able to quiet my mind and relax a little bit. Who knows? Maybe I’ll dream of him and live out my fantasies there. That’s the best I can hope for right now.
I sleep in a bit the next morning, but eventually muster the strength to pull myself out of bed. I make breakfast, though now it’s more like lunchtime, and take care of a few things around the house. I text Steve to see when he’s ready for me to come over, and he responds back, telling me to come over whenever. I take a shower, get dressed, and head to his place.
I get there and knock on the door. He answers a few seconds later, dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, much like what I’m wearing. No sweatpants this time. “Come on in, bud.”
I step inside. “How’s it going?”
He closes the door behind me. “Oh, just another day off. I like how we do our swim meets with every other Saturday off.”
I nod. “Yep, gives you a nice break.” I turn around and start admiring the poster of Michael Phelps.
He clears his throat. “So, what do you wanna do?”
I turn back around, not having paid any attention to what he just said. “Huh?”
He laughs. “Game, movie, TV show?”
“Oh. We could try some more Mario Kart.”
“Sure, that sounds good. Let’s step it up though.”
“How?”
“We’ll play online, against other people.”
“That’s harder than playing against the computer?”
“Hell yeah. We were coming in first and second against the computer. This will be a lot tougher.”
I put on a confident face. “I’m up for the challenge.”
He boots up the system and grabs two controllers, handing one to me. We play some races, and it’s for sure a lot tougher like he said. After a while, we switch from racing to battle mode and do a few rounds of that. We definitely don’t come in first as much as we did when we played against the computer, but as long as I’m playing with him, I have no complaints.
After we finish a round of battle, he looks over at me. “Wanna keep going?”
“I dunno, I’m about all raced out.”
He laughs. “All right, we can stop.” He sets down his controller. “Hungry? Thirsty?”
“I’ll take a beer if you don’t mind.”
“Don’t mind at all.” He rises to his feet and walks to the kitchen. I get up and follow behind him. He pulls two beers out of the fridge and pops the caps off, handing me one. We clink our bottles together and take a nice sip. “You like it, huh?”
“It’s good beer!”
He chuckles. “Good thing I stocked up, then.”
“Did your ex-girlfriend ever drink beer? Or anything?”
He rolls his eyes. “Oh, Melissa? Nah. She didn’t like doing anything fun.”
“Yikes.”
“You know what was worse, though? She didn’t like me having much fun, either.”
“Really?”
“Yep. Just goes to show you how manipulative and controlling she was.”
“In what ways?”
“Well, a big complaint of hers was that I practiced swimming too much. She was always complaining about that.”
“You’re on a swim team. You’re supposed to practice!”
“Thank you! But she always claimed I was ignoring her, when I practically spent every bit of the rest of my spare time with her. I barely had any time to myself.”
“Wow. She does sound controlling.”
“Definitely. But she had me convinced I was practicing too much, to the point of neglecting her. When you hear a lie repeated often enough, you end up believing it. What’s worse was anytime I wanted to hang out with my own friends, she wouldn’t let me. Especially if I wanted to hang out with Rochelle, the girlfriend I had before Melissa.”
“What’s your story with Rochelle?”
“We dated for a few months, but things just weren’t very compatible,” he points down to his crotch, “down there.”
“Oh.” I decide not to press him for details.
He continues, “The breakup was actually pretty amicable, and we’re still friends.”
“So why’d Melissa have a problem with it?”
“Just because I had dated her before. Hell, it could’ve just been because she was a girl. Who knows. She probably thought I’d cheat, though like I just said, Rochelle and I weren’t compatible in that department. Rochelle’s just a really good friend.”
“Sounds to me like Melissa wasn’t very trustworthy.”
“She wasn’t. And it’s only been a few weeks since I broke up with her, but I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I think I know why she is the way that she is.”
“What’s your theory?”
“Well, she actually ended up cheating on me.”
I roll my eyes. “Hah. Go figure.”
“Right?! In the end, she finally owned up to cheating on me with multiple guys. I still don’t know if she was telling the truth, or just making it up to hurt me.”
“I hope you’ve at least gotten tested for infections.”
“Oh, I have. Did that right after I found out.” He shakes his head, thinking about what to say next. “Anyway, she knew she was a serial cheater, so she projected all that onto me, worrying I was going to cheat on her, when the whole time, she was doing it behind my back.”
“Damn. I’m sorry, dude. You wasted so much time being with someone like that.”
“Yeah, three years of on- and off-again. But it taught me a lot about myself, and a lot about people like her. It’s scary how easy it is to fall into a trap with a manipulator.”
“Sounds like it. I’m just glad you’re out of that situation.”
“Me, too.” He takes a deep breath. “You getting hungry?”
I glance at the time. “I probably will be in about a half-hour.”
“Want to walk down to River Street and find a place? It’s only about a twenty-minute walk.”
“Sure, the weather’s nice enough.”
“Cool.” We finish off the rest of our beers, then step out, and he locks the door behind us. As we begin our trek to River Street, he speaks up, “So, how have your relationships with guys been?”
“Thankfully not as bad as yours with Melissa—”
“—Good!”
“I mean, that’s not to say I haven’t had my own challenges as well. I’ve dealt with the cheating thing, too. I was hanging out with my boyfriend at the time, and right before we were supposed to meet up with some friends of ours, he just up and says that he gave one of the other guys a blowjob just the night before.”
“Shit. How’d you take the news?”
“At the time, it tore me up. I actually broke down crying. I had this impression of who he was, and what I thought he wanted, and instantly it just came crashing down. It took a long time for me to learn how to trust other guys again.”
“Yeah, being cheated on sucks. It really screws with you.”
“What was weird was that, even though I was pissed at him for cheating, and wanted to break up with him right away, we stayed together for a few more weeks until I finally decided to call it off.”
“That makes total sense. We as humans don’t like change, so to stay with someone, even after infidelity, makes sense to me. That’s what ended up happening with me and Melissa.”
“For three years?”
“Well, I didn’t find out she was cheating until the end, but every time we broke up, we still kept seeing each other and hanging out. It was tough to quit her. I even thought I couldn’t make it in life without her. That’s how screwed up I was until everything came out in the open.”
I sigh. “I’m glad you’re finally rid of her.”
“Me, too.” We finally reach River Street, and he points to the right at a bar. “I’ve been to that place before. It’s pretty good. Want to go there?”
“I trust your judgment. Let’s go!”
We walk in and grab a table. Our server comes up, and we order two beers while we look over the food menu. I decide to get fish and chips while Steve gets a grilled chicken burger. Our server comes back with the beers, and we place our food order.
He reaches up with his glass. “Cheers!” I clink his glass, and we take our sips. He makes a sound of satisfaction. “Delicious!”
“What do you get?”
“It’s another beer by the same brewery that made the ones we drank back at my place.”
I snap my fingers. “Damn, I wish I would’ve seen that.”
“You want to try a taste?”
“Sure.” I slide his glass closer and take a small sip. “Yeah, that is pretty good. I’ll get that next.”
He chuckles. “I see that I’m already making an impression on you.”
I shrug. “Well, when you have good taste, what do you expect?”
He smiles as he takes another sip. “So, I take it you have no boyfriend now?”
I sigh. “Nope.”
“Damn. I remember you being so popular in high school. Well, at least with the gay guys.”
I shake my head. “Yeah, I had some fun times back then. After I moved, though, I spent a lot of time being single. It was hard for me to get into the social circles up in Raleigh and, well, like here, there weren’t many.”
“See, that’s something I don’t think about much. I can imagine it would be a lot harder for a guy to find another guy than it would be to find a girl.”
“You’re absolutely right about that. I got lucky a few times, though, and I had some good relationships, and I still keep in touch with them. The hardest one to leave, though, was my last one, Ethan. I had to move back here because I wasn’t making enough money. I can’t do long distance relationships, and I couldn’t expect him to move with me. Even though we had only been together for a couple of months at that point, we got really close to one another—but still, it was too early to even bring up the question. He said if I ever moved back to Raleigh and he was still single, that we could always give it another go. That made it even harder to leave.”
Lost for words, he takes a while before responding. “Damn dude, I’m sorry. He sounds like he was really special to you.” Our food arrives, and we begin eating. After swallowing a bite of his chicken burger, he continues, “What if he said yes, if you asked him to move with you?”
I think for a second. “I just never thought to bring it up. It felt wrong to expect that from him after just two short months of dating—but, I do wonder how that conversation would have gone.”
Our server comes back to our table to check on us, and we order two more beers. As we eat, we talk and catch up on the more mundane happenings of our lives over the past few years, and continue our conversation as we finish up our meals and drinks, then walk back to Steve’s place.
He unlocks the door and we step inside. He turns to me. “Still in a gaming mood, or want to switch to something else?”
“How about we watch a movie?”
He snaps his fingers. “I’ll get the popcorn.”
I chuckle. “Let’s maybe let our food settle a bit first.”
“All right.” He walks to his shelf of movies and beckons me over. “Anything here look interesting?”
I scan through his collection for a few seconds. “Anything looks good, really.”
He runs his finger along the tops of the cases and stops on one. “X-Men fan?”
“I used to read the comic books when I was a kid. Does that count?”
He pulls the movie from the shelf. “Good enough for me!” He walks over to the player and puts the disc inside and starts the movie, then we sit on the couch. He reaches behind and tilts the blinds closed to darken the room.
After a few minutes in, I gasp. “How’d you know I have a thing for Hugh Jackman?”
He laughs. “Oh, you just wait.”
A few minutes later, I screech uncontrollably. “And it has Hugh Jackman’s bare ass?”
He turns to me and smiles. “I thought you’d like that.”
“I do! I just want to make love to this whole movie.”
He shakes his head. “Calm down. We’ve only seen like the first five minutes.”
I quiet myself down as much as possible. “Sorry.”
He laughs again. We continue watching the movie in silence. About halfway through, he leans in and whispers to me, “Popcorn break?” I nod quickly, and he pauses the movie.
We get up and move to the kitchen. He starts popping some popcorn in the microwave, then reaches into the fridge. “Want another beer?”
“Sure, thanks.” He hands one to me, and I take a satisfying sip.
He pops open another one for himself and does the same. Soon after, the popcorn’s done popping, and he pours it into a bowl and we go back to the dark living room to finish watching the movie. As soon as the credits start rolling, he turns to me. “What did you think?”
“First five minutes, ten out of ten. As far as I’m concerned, the rest of the film didn’t need to be made. All I needed was that glimpse of Hugh Jackman’s ass.”
He laughs. “Well, I’m glad that part did it for you.”
“It sure did. Good selection!”
He takes a sip of his beer. “Want to hang around some more?”
“Yeah, as long as I’m not overstaying my welcome. I’m having fun! What else were you thinking of doing?”
“Let’s go back to video games, but let’s do a different one.”
“Cool. What do you have?”
“Have you seen the new Zelda game?”
I open my eyes wide. “You have that?! I’ve seen a bit of it and it looks awesome.”
“Want to play it?”
“Hell yeah! I might watch you play at first, but I’d be willing to try it out after a bit.”
He boots up the system and starts the game. He creates a new save file, and soon the first cutscenes of the game start playing, and he gets control of the character. I sit back and watch him jump, climb, and sprint all over as he explains how the game works. About an hour later, he offers the controller to me. “Wanna try?”
I take a deep breath. “All right. Hope I’m somewhat good at this.”
“I’m sure you will be.” He shakes my bottle of beer and notices it’s empty. “Want another one?”
“Sure, why not?” He rises to his feet and retrieves two more beers, handing one to me. I thank him as I take the beer. “You know, next time you’ll have to come to my place so I can provide all the beer.”
He laughs. “I don’t mind, really. It’s just nice to have some company.”
“Yes. Especially company that doesn’t complain and isn’t manipulative.”
He gives me a high-five. “You’re absolutely right!” He looks back at the TV. “What do you think of the game so far?”
“It’s fucking amazing. Very unlike the other games I’ve played.”
“Yeah, this one’s very different from the rest.”
I play for a little while longer, then hand the controller back to him and watch him play so I can enjoy my beer a bit more easily. As incredible as this game is, a lot of it involves exploring around this big open world—insanely beautiful, but nothing too exciting for large portions.
After I finish my beer, I start nodding off a bit, because it’s late at night, and probably also from drinking so much. Steve shakes me awake, “Hey bud, you all right?”
I yawn. “Yeah, just a bit tired.”
He pauses the game. “Wanna crash here?”
I think about it. I’ve probably drunk too much to be able to drive home. Plus, I wouldn’t mind staying over at Steve’s. “As long as it’s not too much trouble.”
“Not at all.” He shuts the game off and gets up. The room is now dark from turning off the game, so he flips on a light. “All I have is the couch, but it’s pretty comfy. I should know—I had to sleep on it myself a few times after Melissa and I got into a fight.”
I yawn again. “I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Cool, I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow.”
He disappears around the corner and into his bedroom. There’s no way I’m sleeping in my street clothes, so I take off my shorts and shirt, fold them, and set them on the coffee table. I’m in just my boxers now.
Steve reappears with a pillow and a blanket and sets them on the couch. “Think this’ll be enough?”
“Should be, thanks. I sleep pretty hot.”
“All right, well, if there’s anything else you need, come in and wake me up. If you wake up before me tomorrow morning, help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”
“Thanks again, Steve, for letting me crash.”
“Don’t mention it, bud. Get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He turns and walks around the corner into his bedroom, flipping the lights in the living room off along the way.
I arrange the pillow and blanket on the couch, then make myself as comfortable as possible. I lie there in his living room, dark except for a faint bit of light from his bedroom reflecting off the walls of his hallway. I can barely hear the crickets chirping outside. I’m alone with only my thoughts, grappling with the events that have transpired since meeting Steve. He is exactly the kind of guy I’m into—around my age, physically active, has goals, is open and in touch with his feelings, is very giving and generous… It’s extremely hard with my head swimming in alcohol to keep myself from falling for him.
I tell myself that I can’t. I just can’t. A part of me really, really wants to just join him in bed and sleep right beside him, but I know he wouldn’t be down for that, and I don’t want to risk making things awkward, especially after we’ve been hanging out and getting to know each other so well lately.
Still, though, it’s hard not to imagine what it would feel like to cuddle up next to Steve and fall asleep with him. And the sex, oh god, the sex! I want nothing more than to have the chance to play with his beautiful uncut cock. I begin listing all the naughty things I’d do with him, and my dick starts growing harder and harder with each fantasy. I’d rub one out, but I don’t have any lube, or a towel to clean up with, and it would be weird asking Steve for either one, so I move my hand under the blanket, pull my now-hard dick through the fly of my boxers to relieve the pressure, and leave it at that.
The light from his bedroom turns off, and it seems he’s off to sleep. I may as well follow suit, as soon as I’m able to quiet my mind and relax a little bit. Who knows? Maybe I’ll dream of him and live out my fantasies there. That’s the best I can hope for right now.
Awesome to hear! Yeah, Steve does seem to be getting used to being casual with Joey before and after lessons. Let's hope that continues!
Oh, they're pretty snug! I suppose you could get the next size up for a little bit looser fit, but the main benefit is to keep everything tight and in place. And it amazes me sometimes just how tiny some of the speedos are that some swimmers wear! Looks like they'd slip right off!
I posted some pictures of myself in a Speedo a long time ago... let me dig around for them...
Found 'em!
HOT package........and the rest ain't bad either........
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Nice chapter, buddy! Steve and Joey are bonding into good friends, and that is something priceless.
So, Joey "sleeps pretty hot", huh? Hmmm ... Interesting! VERY Interesting!
Speaking of HOT, it takes certain types of guys to make a Speedo look sexier than it already is. YOU are one of them!
Thank You for your pics, this story, and the dreams inspired!
HUGS!!
Chaz
So, Joey "sleeps pretty hot", huh? Hmmm ... Interesting! VERY Interesting!
Speaking of HOT, it takes certain types of guys to make a Speedo look sexier than it already is. YOU are one of them!
Thank You for your pics, this story, and the dreams inspired!
HUGS!!
Chaz
Thanks for the nice words, BC! I think I mentioned this further upthread, but just in case I didn't, I used to be on swim team when I was a kid! I don't swim much anymore--in fact I tire out and can't keep up after just one lap!--but it's been something I've thought about getting back into. I mostly ride my bike to stay fit, and I can go for MILES there. If only my upper body were as strong as my lower!
By the way, you and I posted almost at the exact same time, so scroll up and read the new part I posted a few days ago if you haven't already!
HOT package........and the rest ain't bad either........
Hey, thanks seven2go! I have a trunk-style swimsuit that I like wearing. It's tight-fitting but it's square-cut, not shaped like a brief, but after your kind compliment I might try sporting off a Speedo from now on!
Nice chapter, buddy! Steve and Joey are bonding into good friends, and that is something priceless.
So, Joey "sleeps pretty hot", huh? Hmmm ... Interesting! VERY Interesting!
Speaking of HOT, it takes certain types of guys to make a Speedo look sexier than it already is. YOU are one of them!
Thank You for your pics, this story, and the dreams inspired!
HUGS!!
Chaz
Yes, Joey and Steve's acquaintanceship is blossoming into a good friendship. I'm happy about that, too. It's something I craved when I was younger--hell, I still do, but the craving is much less intense! I would have loved having a friend like Steve when I was younger. Oh well, at least I get to explore some of what might have happened through my writing.
And thank you for the kind words! I think I'm a bit too lanky to really pull off the Speedo look, but hell, those pictures were taken years ago! I should do another photoshoot!
The next part is ready! Because it's such a short part, I'm posting the one after it on Friday! Enjoy!
Part 14
I open my eyes as the sun’s rays pour into Steve’s living room. We were up pretty late, and I drank a lot, so I’m not surprised to see what time it is now that I’ve finally woken up. I slowly hoist myself upright on the couch. My head’s pounding mildly, and I see the culprit: the empty bottles on the coffee table. I can’t believe I let myself drink that much, but at least I didn’t get sick, and I guess I was having fun the whole time. I’ll just have to remember to take it easy next time.
I toss the blanket up and get out from under it. My dick is semi-hard and poking through the fly of my boxers. I push it gently back underneath as I get up and walk over to Steve’s room.
As soon as I round the corner, his bedroom door is open, and he’s awake, checking things on his phone. He’s sitting up in bed with his legs crossed, wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and nothing else. I can barely make out the outline of his dick underneath his underwear. He looks up. “Oh, you’re up. Good morning.”
My voice is raspy as I answer back. “Morning, Steve. How long have you been up?”
He sets his phone down on the nightstand. “Oh, probably an hour or so.”
I rub my head. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked beat. I wanted you to get some rest. Plus, I’m not religious, but I think it’s a sin to wake someone up early on a Sunday.”
I try my hardest to make a half-hearted chuckle. “That should definitely be a sin.”
He stands up, reaches for a pair of sweatpants on the floor, and starts putting them on. “You want anything to eat?”
I shake my head. “Oh, no, that’s OK. I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s no imposition at all. Plus, it’ll start making you feel better.” He puts on a tank top. “You have a headache?”
“Just a small one.”
He walks forward until he’s beside me, then gently slaps my torso. “Well, getting something in that stomach of yours will probably help. Come on.”
I turn around and follow him after he walks past me and into the living room. While he gathers all the empty beer bottles and brings them to the kitchen, I get dressed in the shirt and shorts I wore yesterday. I join him in the kitchen and sit on one of the barstools, glancing at the beer bottles now on the counter. “Damn, we really went through that beer, didn’t we?”
He chuckles. “We sure did.”
I rub my head again. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night.”
“No problem. You certainly weren’t in any position to drive. I don’t mind at all.” He opens the fridge. “Anything in particular you feel like eating?”
“Honestly, toast and jam with some orange juice. I think that’ll do the trick.”
He rummages around in the fridge. “Comin’ right up.” I massage my temples, trying to ease my headache. He hands me a glass of orange juice, and a few moments later, sets down a plate with two slices of toast in front of me. “Here ya go.”
I mutter a “thanks.” The breakfast, as simple as it is, is music to my ears—or happiness to my stomach, I guess—and it certainly does the trick as I swallow a few bites and start to feel better right away.
He makes his own breakfast and joins me. We eat in silence for the next few minutes, which is fine with me, since every little sound causes a pounding sensation in my head. After we’re done, I help him clear the table and bring the dirty dishes to the sink. He rinses them off, then shuts off the water and turns to me. “Feeling up to going home now?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better than before.”
“That’s good. Take it easy the rest of the day. I’ll see you back at the pool on Tuesday.”
I thank him and head out. I get home and do just what he suggests—take it easy.
* * * * *
I work my next day at the pool on Tuesday, and Steve and I have our lessons afterward as usual. Steve has us in the deep end again to get me used to swimming in deep water. It’s a lot less scary the second time around. Plus, it helps now that I’m getting used to wearing a Speedo. After we shower and leave, he tells me to bring my swimsuit on Friday so I can help him with getting the ropes set up for the swim meet.
The rest of the week goes by as usual, and I show up to work at the pool again on Friday. After we close up, it’s time again to get the place ready for the meet tomorrow. I change into my Speedo and help Steve get the reel of rope out. We unreel two lines of rope and I make sure they stay hooked while he hops in the water and swims across the pool and attaches them on the other side. As soon as they are attached, he starts swimming back while I get two more reels ready to go and get them hooked on. He reaches this side of the pool and I start going across. It’s a bit awkward at first trying to hold the ends of the ropes as I swim across, but I get a feel for it. After I get to the other side, I pull tight and get them attached, then swim back across, and we repeat the process a couple more times until all the lane ropes are set up. The overall process seems to go by quickly, and after we’re finished, we rinse off in the shower, get dressed, and head home.
I show up again the next day for the swim meet and begin getting the starting blocks screwed into place. Steve shows up a bit earlier than usual and helps me get the rest of them attached. Afterward, we head to the office and I start checking people in. Both Kathy and Steve are sitting by my side as we get through the line.
Eventually, I look up and see Ryan. Without trying to be too smug, I glance down at my clipboard, then back up at him. “First and last name?”
He tilts his head and scoffs, but doesn’t protest. “Ryan Lawrence.”
I look back down at the clipboard. “Awesome. I have you down on the list. Looks like you’ll be competing tonight.”
Without saying a word, he turns and walks away toward the changing room. I glance at Kathy and Steve, and they both have huge smiles on their faces.
The meet goes on as it usually does. Steve does about average for himself. Each time he finishes a race, he complains that he’s not improving, but I counter it by saying he isn’t doing any worse, either.
Once the meet wraps up, it’s time to take everything down. Steve jumps back in the water, and I help him as he loosens the lane ropes from the far end and I reel them in. After that, we work on taking down the starting blocks. He goes into the locker room and takes a quick shower while I clean up the pool area, and we head out together. Another successful week over.
* * * * *
Next week goes swimmingly well as usual. Steve and I stay after work on Tuesday and Friday doing our usual lessons. This time he teaches me the backstroke and breaststroke. I’ve seen butterfly done at the swim meets, and even he says it’s a tough stroke to learn, so we skip that one for now.
After we get done with our lessons on Friday and are about to leave, I invite Steve to come over to my place the next night. He’s all too happy to accept my invitation, and even offers to bring his gaming console. We part ways, and I’m very much looking forward to hanging out with him tomorrow.
Part 14
I open my eyes as the sun’s rays pour into Steve’s living room. We were up pretty late, and I drank a lot, so I’m not surprised to see what time it is now that I’ve finally woken up. I slowly hoist myself upright on the couch. My head’s pounding mildly, and I see the culprit: the empty bottles on the coffee table. I can’t believe I let myself drink that much, but at least I didn’t get sick, and I guess I was having fun the whole time. I’ll just have to remember to take it easy next time.
I toss the blanket up and get out from under it. My dick is semi-hard and poking through the fly of my boxers. I push it gently back underneath as I get up and walk over to Steve’s room.
As soon as I round the corner, his bedroom door is open, and he’s awake, checking things on his phone. He’s sitting up in bed with his legs crossed, wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs and nothing else. I can barely make out the outline of his dick underneath his underwear. He looks up. “Oh, you’re up. Good morning.”
My voice is raspy as I answer back. “Morning, Steve. How long have you been up?”
He sets his phone down on the nightstand. “Oh, probably an hour or so.”
I rub my head. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You looked beat. I wanted you to get some rest. Plus, I’m not religious, but I think it’s a sin to wake someone up early on a Sunday.”
I try my hardest to make a half-hearted chuckle. “That should definitely be a sin.”
He stands up, reaches for a pair of sweatpants on the floor, and starts putting them on. “You want anything to eat?”
I shake my head. “Oh, no, that’s OK. I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s no imposition at all. Plus, it’ll start making you feel better.” He puts on a tank top. “You have a headache?”
“Just a small one.”
He walks forward until he’s beside me, then gently slaps my torso. “Well, getting something in that stomach of yours will probably help. Come on.”
I turn around and follow him after he walks past me and into the living room. While he gathers all the empty beer bottles and brings them to the kitchen, I get dressed in the shirt and shorts I wore yesterday. I join him in the kitchen and sit on one of the barstools, glancing at the beer bottles now on the counter. “Damn, we really went through that beer, didn’t we?”
He chuckles. “We sure did.”
I rub my head again. “Thanks for letting me crash here last night.”
“No problem. You certainly weren’t in any position to drive. I don’t mind at all.” He opens the fridge. “Anything in particular you feel like eating?”
“Honestly, toast and jam with some orange juice. I think that’ll do the trick.”
He rummages around in the fridge. “Comin’ right up.” I massage my temples, trying to ease my headache. He hands me a glass of orange juice, and a few moments later, sets down a plate with two slices of toast in front of me. “Here ya go.”
I mutter a “thanks.” The breakfast, as simple as it is, is music to my ears—or happiness to my stomach, I guess—and it certainly does the trick as I swallow a few bites and start to feel better right away.
He makes his own breakfast and joins me. We eat in silence for the next few minutes, which is fine with me, since every little sound causes a pounding sensation in my head. After we’re done, I help him clear the table and bring the dirty dishes to the sink. He rinses them off, then shuts off the water and turns to me. “Feeling up to going home now?”
I nod. “Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better than before.”
“That’s good. Take it easy the rest of the day. I’ll see you back at the pool on Tuesday.”
I thank him and head out. I get home and do just what he suggests—take it easy.
* * * * *
I work my next day at the pool on Tuesday, and Steve and I have our lessons afterward as usual. Steve has us in the deep end again to get me used to swimming in deep water. It’s a lot less scary the second time around. Plus, it helps now that I’m getting used to wearing a Speedo. After we shower and leave, he tells me to bring my swimsuit on Friday so I can help him with getting the ropes set up for the swim meet.
The rest of the week goes by as usual, and I show up to work at the pool again on Friday. After we close up, it’s time again to get the place ready for the meet tomorrow. I change into my Speedo and help Steve get the reel of rope out. We unreel two lines of rope and I make sure they stay hooked while he hops in the water and swims across the pool and attaches them on the other side. As soon as they are attached, he starts swimming back while I get two more reels ready to go and get them hooked on. He reaches this side of the pool and I start going across. It’s a bit awkward at first trying to hold the ends of the ropes as I swim across, but I get a feel for it. After I get to the other side, I pull tight and get them attached, then swim back across, and we repeat the process a couple more times until all the lane ropes are set up. The overall process seems to go by quickly, and after we’re finished, we rinse off in the shower, get dressed, and head home.
I show up again the next day for the swim meet and begin getting the starting blocks screwed into place. Steve shows up a bit earlier than usual and helps me get the rest of them attached. Afterward, we head to the office and I start checking people in. Both Kathy and Steve are sitting by my side as we get through the line.
Eventually, I look up and see Ryan. Without trying to be too smug, I glance down at my clipboard, then back up at him. “First and last name?”
He tilts his head and scoffs, but doesn’t protest. “Ryan Lawrence.”
I look back down at the clipboard. “Awesome. I have you down on the list. Looks like you’ll be competing tonight.”
Without saying a word, he turns and walks away toward the changing room. I glance at Kathy and Steve, and they both have huge smiles on their faces.
The meet goes on as it usually does. Steve does about average for himself. Each time he finishes a race, he complains that he’s not improving, but I counter it by saying he isn’t doing any worse, either.
Once the meet wraps up, it’s time to take everything down. Steve jumps back in the water, and I help him as he loosens the lane ropes from the far end and I reel them in. After that, we work on taking down the starting blocks. He goes into the locker room and takes a quick shower while I clean up the pool area, and we head out together. Another successful week over.
* * * * *
Next week goes swimmingly well as usual. Steve and I stay after work on Tuesday and Friday doing our usual lessons. This time he teaches me the backstroke and breaststroke. I’ve seen butterfly done at the swim meets, and even he says it’s a tough stroke to learn, so we skip that one for now.
After we get done with our lessons on Friday and are about to leave, I invite Steve to come over to my place the next night. He’s all too happy to accept my invitation, and even offers to bring his gaming console. We part ways, and I’m very much looking forward to hanging out with him tomorrow.
A body such as yours is ideally suited to a Speedo..........or nothin'.........
Hrm... well I'll have to ask my boyfriend if he's cool with me showing some more recent photos! It'll certainly be a lot of fun to take them!
Aaaaaand it's technically Friday so why not post this part a little early, eh?
Enjoy!
Part 15
I run to the grocery store on Saturday to pick up some snacks and beer, and I also find the same pizza I had at Steve’s place a few weeks back. I pay for everything and rush back home to give my place a good sprucing up and make sure it’s ready for when Steve arrives.
Around late afternoon, he texts, asking if I’m ready for him, and I tell him to come on over. Twenty minutes or so later, I hear a knock at the door. I open it up to let him in. “Find the place OK?”
He nods as he steps in. “Yeah. Wasn’t too hard to find.”
“Awesome.” I notice what he’s holding. “Oh, and you brought the Nintendo!”
“Yup! Can’t pass up another chance to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”
I close the door behind him. “Uh, excuse me, I’ll be the one doing the ass-kicking here, all right?”
He laughs. “We’ll see about that.”
“If you want, we can hook it up now and do some races.”
“Sure, let’s do it!” We walk over to the TV. As he starts unpacking the console, he looks over at the laptop I have connected to the TV. “What’s that for?”
“I don’t have one of those smart TVs, so if I want to watch Netflix or anything like that, I gotta do it on the laptop.”
“Ah. Can I use the cable from it? I forgot mine at home.”
“Sure.” I unhook the cable from the laptop and hand it to him to connect to the console. Once he gets everything hooked up and plugged in, he boots the system up and everything looks good on the TV. I pick up one of the controllers. “Ready for a race?”
He picks up the other controller and playfully punches my shoulder. “As long as you’re ready to get your ass kicked.”
We make ourselves comfortable on the couch and play a round, with him winning overall. I congratulate him on his win. “That deserves a beer!”
His eyes widen with delight. “Oh, you got some?”
“Yeah, I said I’d have some for when you came over!” I run to the kitchen and grab us two beers. I return, handing him one. “Oh, and I also picked up the same pizza we had before.”
“Sweet! How about we do one more round and cook the pizza?”
“Deal!”
As soon as the next set of races is done, with me winning, we take a break and start making the pizza. While we wait for the oven to heat up, we return to the couch and continue drinking our beers. He looks up at the TV, which has the game paused, and tugs at the collar of his shirt. “I was heating up pretty good playing that game just now. Can you make it a bit cooler in here?”
I roll my eyes. “I wish. My landlord still hasn’t fixed my air conditioner.”
“Are you shitting me?! It’s been broken for what, like, two months?”
“I keep reminding him, and he keeps saying he’ll get around to it.”
He shakes his head. “Dude, you need to up your game. This is like the hottest month. No one deserves to have their air conditioner not work this time of year.”
“I know, I know. I’ll try and push him more.”
“And we’re about to heat the place up even more cooking the pizza.” He sighs. “I don’t know how you stay cool in here.”
“Well, usually I hang out in just my boxers.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” He stands up. “Mind if I do that?”
“I don’t mind. We’ve seen each other in less. Hell, I might just do the same.”
He nonchalantly unbuttons and unzips his shorts, and the sound of his zipper rings loudly in my ears. It’s such a sexy sound, given who’s making it. Though I’ve seen him totally naked plenty of times before, each time it’s been for just a short while, and there’s something erotic about the fact that we’re going to be hanging out with each other in just our underwear for an extended length of time. At least it’s erotic to me. It’s probably no big deal to him. But I wonder if he has any inkling just how much he’s turning me on right now.
As his shorts fall to the floor, I see he’s wearing black boxer briefs. I try taking my shorts off as nonchalantly as he did, and soon I’m standing in just my white boxers, but we both keep our shirts on. We sit back down to play another round to pass the time, and I try my damndest to focus on the game and not to the fact that he’s sitting right next to me in his underwear.
Midway through, the oven beeps, and I run to the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven. Now unencumbered by shorts, I feel my dick flopping around inside my boxers. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard.
I rejoin him, and we finish the rest of the round, him winning, and then it’s time to eat the pizza. We grab some more beers and eat in the kitchen, and once we’re done, we head back to the living room for round four of racing, where I finish in first. He drops his controller onto the couch between his legs. “This is nuts! Every time I win, you win right after. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a clear winner here. We gotta break this tie somehow.”
What the hell, I’m feeling ballsy—and inebriated—enough to see if I can get him out of his underwear. “What do you suggest? A dick measuring contest?”
He scoffs. “You wouldn’t win against me and my seven inches.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? Seven inches? Yeah right. You and I both know enough about dicks to know it’s very rare for someone to be that big.”
“I ain’t shitting you.”
I roll my eyes. “OK, mister confident. Prove it.”
“Fine!” Without batting an eye, he reaches inside the fly of his boxer briefs and pulls his dick out, squeezing and rubbing it to try getting it hard. I’m half in shock that he took the bait, but after he fondles himself for several moments, his member doesn’t get much past a semi. Of course, I’m having the opposite problem, having to will myself to try and stay soft, all the while not touching myself at all.
I continue watching him as he keeps trying to get his dick hard. “Having some trouble there?”
“Shut up!” He keeps trying for a little while longer, then looks over at me. “You got any porn on that laptop?”
I respond in the most obvious way possible. “Um, yeah, I’m a guy. I have plenty.”
“Can you put some on?”
“Sure, if you think that’ll help.” I stand up. “In the mood for anything in particular?”
“I don’t care, as long as it has a girl in it.”
I feign surprise. “Of course.” I walk over to the laptop and connect it to the TV while he keeps stimulating his meat. I browse around my laptop. “You might be surprised that I actually have a lot of straight porn on here.”
“Why would you have that?”
I keep browsing around. “Eh, I dunno, sometimes I like watching straight guys get their rocks off.” I turn my attention to him. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
He shakes his head as he sits there continuing to stroke his semi. “Nah. Who am I to judge what you’re into?”
I turn my attention back to the laptop. “Good.” I finally find something I think he’ll enjoy, and start playing it, letting the first few seconds play. “How’s that?”
He gives me a very satisfied nod. “That’ll work.”
I join him on the couch again, sitting to his left. He maintains his gaze on the TV as he continues working at his dick. The video I have playing has a woman riding a guy cowgirl style, with her back to the camera. The guy’s balls and part of the crack of his ass are prominently visible in the shot, and his moans are very audible, which is why I like it so much, but Steve’s probably enjoying it for a different reason. And I can tell he’s certainly liking it from the looks of his now-stiffening dick.
As he strokes, his foreskin slides up and down his shaft, repeatedly covering and then exposing the head, as he moves his hand up and down. He’s clearly enjoying the porn I put on as his dick continues growing. It takes just a few more seconds, and I can tell he’s now fully erect, with his foreskin retracted and his head fully exposed. My eyes widen. “Damn, you weren’t kidding!”
He laughs. “I told you! Melissa could never take the whole thing. She said it hurt if I tried putting it all the way in.”
I roll my eyes “Psh. Any experienced bottom would be able to take that.”
“Bottom?”
“A guy who takes it up the ass.”
“Oh please, I’d pop someone’s lung with this if I fucked them up the ass.”
I laugh. “Never know until you try.”
There’s silence for a few seconds, and I notice him glance down at my lap. “Well, don’t you want to see if yours is bigger?”
I shake my head. “There’s no way mine’s bigger than yours.”
“Well, I don’t want to be the only one having fun here. Come on.”
I’m in disbelief, but I try to maintain my composure. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “What? You’ve got some good porn. I’m not going to stop jerking off now that I have a stiffy, and I’m not going to make you just sit there and watch, either.”
Is he openly inviting me to join in? Well, I’m not one to turn down an invitation. I take a deep breath. “All right.” I reach inside the opening of my boxers and retrieve my half-hard dick. At least I was successful in keeping it from getting to full mast, but now I don’t have to worry about that anymore. And with Steve jerking himself off right next to me, it doesn’t take long to get fully hard.
We sit there for several minutes in total silence as the porn continues playing and we both slowly work our dicks, enjoying the pleasure that comes with it. I glance down at him, and I swear he sneaks a peek at me from time to time, too.
The video I put on is just about finished, so I get up and walk back to the laptop, my erection poking straight through the fly of my boxers. “Want me to put on another one?” He nods as he continues tugging at his dick. I start another video, but stay standing where I am. Steve’s eyes are just about glued to the TV, and my eyes are glued to his dick. I speak up again. “Do you want any lube?”
He shakes his head, never once averting his eyes from the TV. “Nah, I’ve never needed the stuff.”
“Wow, I’d rub myself raw without lube. How do you get by without the stuff?”
He responds facetiously, “It’s called foreskin.”
I point my finger toward the ceiling in realization. “Ah, that’s right. Well, I’m going to get myself some. I’ll be right back.” I walk to the bathroom and find a bottle in a drawer, then join him back on the couch. I squeeze some lube onto my shaft and glide my left hand over it to work it in. I figure at this point he doesn’t mind me looking, so I watch intently as he works his shaft up and down and his foreskin moves along and keeps the friction down. Seeing it in action, it makes sense now why he wouldn’t really need lube. I sigh. “God, I wish I knew how that felt.”
He shakes his head. “I still can’t believe you’ve never been with a guy that’s been uncut.”
“It’s just so uncommon here.”
“Well, if you ever run into someone who is uncut, it would be good if you had some prior experience, right?”
I shrug. “I guess so, but I don’t know how I’d get that.”
He lets go of his shaft as he continues staring at the TV. “Grab on. Try it.”
Seriously? He’s OK with this?
I’m hesitant as hell to the point where he finally averts his eyes from the video and looks at me. “What’s the matter?”
I look him straight in the eye. “You want me to jerk you off?”
“Just enough to get a feel for it. You know, for research.”
I take a deep breath. Oh, all right.
I reach over with my right hand and firmly grab his shaft and move my hand up and down a few times. He winces a bit, so I know I’m doing something wrong, and stop and loosen my grip. He places his right hand over mine and gently guides it up and down at just the right pressure and speed for him. After we’ve moved our hands in unison like that for a bit, he rests his hand on the arm of the couch and lets me work his meat by myself again.
Never in my life did I imagine I’d be giving a handjob to someone like Steve, but here we are.
He shifts around a bit to make himself more comfortable, then leans his head back against the couch and closes his eyes, and he looks like he’s enjoying it. I’m unsure if I should break the silence, but decide to do so anyway. “How’s that feel for you?”
He responds, keeping his eyes closed. “Really good, actually.”
“Want me to keep going?”
He hesitates for a moment, but answers my question. “Yeahhh.”
The video keeps playing in the background, but I’m certainly not paying attention to it, and with his eyes closed, he’s not paying it much mind, either. I keep stroking his shaft as he squirms in a pleasurable way from time to time. He really seems to be enjoying himself, and if he’s let me come this far, I decide to take it one step further.
I let go of his dick and extend my arm so I can lean to the side and position my face closer. I guide his long member into my mouth. He’s pretty big, so I have to make sure to keep my mouth open wide enough. As his dick glides past my lips, he makes soft moaning sounds at first, and I feel his hand on my head softly tousling my hair. I play with his balls through the fabric of his underwear as I slowly suck his long pole, all the while stroking myself with my other hand. My jaw cramps after some time, and I have to take a break—it’s been a while since I’ve sucked a dick. I sit up straight, lean back against the couch, lift my ass up, and slide my boxers off, tossing them onto the floor, then resume stroking him with my right hand.
Soon after, I feel his left hand touch my bare thigh. I think the touch is accidental, but soon his touch turns into a twitch, and I glance down to see what he’s doing. He flattens his hand on my thigh, and now it’s obvious he’s getting a bit daring himself. His hand moves up and down my thigh for a bit, inching ever so closer toward my inner thigh and toward my own dick. I keep stroking him and myself as his hand wanders closer to my junk. Eventually, his pinky finger grazes my balls, causing them to pull inward a bit, but they relax and droop lower again. He starts moving his fingers over my balls and begins softly rubbing them. I decide to stop stroking myself in case he wants to give it a go, but I keep stroking him. Sure enough, his wandering hand curiously inches further up until he finds the base of my penis, lightly grazing the underside of it a couple times.
Finally, the video I put on reaches its end, and the room is now silent. He opens his eyes and turns his head toward me. I’m expecting him to ask to put on another video, but instead he chooses not to break the silence. He glances down, gently takes my dick in his hand, and begins stroking it.
The sensation from having someone else giving me a handjob after so long is almost too much to bear, but it feels absolutely amazing. We continue sitting there in silence, stroking each other. He gazes back into my eyes, obviously enjoying every single moment of this encounter. He leans his head closer, and, like a magnetic attraction, mine gets closer as well. Eventually, there’s no space between us, and our lips make contact.
At first, I feel just a simple pressure against my lips. He’s not really kissing me so much as just pushing his lips against mine, but perhaps it’s nerves on his part. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I’m fucking nervous as hell, too. But I try pushing past the anxiety, parting my lips, and soon, he follows suit. We kiss a few times, then he pulls his head back, opens his eyes to gaze upon what is happening right in front of him, then, without saying a word, closes his eyes and leans in again for another few kisses. After that, he stops stroking me and pulls away again. For a split second, I think he’s had enough and feels super awkward and wants to end the whole thing, so I let go of his dick, but I’m relieved when he reaches under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down to the floor. He takes my hand and guides it back onto his shaft, then returns his hand to my dick, and we resume stroking each other, and from this point forward, we seem to have found some way to communicate all our intentions and desires without speaking.
I take a break from stroking him, lean forward, and pull my shirt off, tossing it in the same place I tossed my boxers earlier. Now completely naked, I lean to the side and start blowing him again. He lets go of my dick, reaches his arm around my side, and finds my dick again. I suck him off for a while longer, enjoying the taste of the precum oozing out of his uncut cock. Soon after, my mouth needs another break, so I sit back up. He moves his arm back to where it was, and we continue stroking each other. He leans in for another few kisses. He seems to be really enjoying those kisses!
A few minutes later, I can feel his body twitching, indicating he’s close to orgasm. He removes his hand from my shaft and, to my surprise, stands up, then spins around and takes his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, and kneels onto the couch cushion right in front of me, reaching forward and supporting himself against the back of the couch with one arm. I scoot my body lower to give his dick easy access to my mouth, and he slides inside and gently thrusts as I work his shaft with my tongue and enjoy playing with his foreskin.
I start furiously pounding my meat as I know our heated, passionate moment is soon to come to an end. He gently grabs the back of my head with his other hand and pulls it forward in rhythm with his thrusting, and I can even feel his balls swinging and hitting my chin with every pump. His shaft is so big I have to be careful not to gag on it. I reach up with my other hand and softly fondle his ass as I feel it moving to and fro. Soon, his thrusting slows but becomes more powerful, and his moans get louder and louder, and I know what’s coming next.
Rope after rope of cum shoots out of his thick uncut cock and washes over my tongue as I feel his member throb inside my mouth. He shoots so much that I have to swallow a few times to keep it all contained. I’m worried my neighbors are going to hear his loud moans of pleasure, but I don’t let that stop me from pushing myself closer and closer to the edge until my own orgasm starts. I keep his shaft in my mouth, fondling it with my tongue as I fire off spurt after spurt of cum onto my lower torso. It takes a while for my own orgasm to subside, but I try to enjoy every second of it.
He pulls out of my mouth, bends down, and plants a very passionate kiss on my lips—much more passionate than the little pecks he was giving me earlier. His legs begin shaking violently and almost give out, so he spins around and plops down on the couch in the position he was in before he stood up. He lands with a loud grunt and a laugh.
I join him in laughing. “Clearly you enjoyed that.”
He shakes his head as his laughter dies down. “Clearly! Fuck. I have no words.” He sighs loudly. “God, that felt amazing. But now, I’m exhausted. That took a lot of energy out of me just now.”
I glance down at myself. “Can you at least muster the energy to grab me a towel?”
He looks over at my torso covered in my own jizz. “Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He quickly rises to his feet and disappears into my bathroom to grab a towel. I sit here on the couch, helpless, and already feeling sad that he’ll probably be leaving soon, and not wanting our night to end.
He returns with the towel, his long dick swinging side-to-side as he walks, and hands it to me. I thank him as I start cleaning the mess off my torso, then stand up once I’m all dry. I take a deep breath, knowing that this is likely the end of our night of fun. “So, I take it you’ll want to be heading home soon?”
He looks down at the floor. “Actually…”
I tilt my head. “What is it?”
Still looking down, he goes on, “Can I crash here?”
I shrug. “Of course, but I don’t think my couch would be as comfortable as yours. It’s more like a loveseat.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to crash on the couch. I want to sleep in your bedroom.” He looks back up at me. “With you.”
I’m caught like a deer in the headlights. What just happened a few minutes ago on the couch, I could not have predicted, but now this? Wow. This whole night is about as rare as a seven-inch dick!
I turn around and start walking to the bathroom as if I’m on autopilot, dumbstruck about what is happening right under my own roof. “Uh, yeah, I should have a spare toothbrush here somewhere.” He follows me into the bathroom, and I dig around the drawers and cabinets until I find one and pull it out of its package, handing it to him.
He puts the toothbrush down on the counter, then turns and faces me straight on, the two of us still naked. He steps forward, puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb, and leans in and kisses me. He backs away after a few seconds. “Everything OK, Joey?”
I hesitate before answering his question. “Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine. We should get some sleep though. You’re exhausted. I’m exhausted. Let’s get ready for bed.” With that, we brush our teeth and head into the bedroom as I turn everything off in the living room. He follows me into the darkness, and once we reach the bed, I stop and turn to him. “I take it you sleep in the buff?”
“Yep. You?”
“I’ve started to, now that I’ve had no air conditioning for a while.”
He chuckles. “Makes sense.”
We crawl into bed and under the sheets. We face each other and gently caress each other’s bodies as we lie there in the silent darkness. I watch as his eyes slowly collapse under the weight of his drowsiness, and not long after, mine follow.
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deadmau5 feat. Chris James - The Veldt
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Part 15
I run to the grocery store on Saturday to pick up some snacks and beer, and I also find the same pizza I had at Steve’s place a few weeks back. I pay for everything and rush back home to give my place a good sprucing up and make sure it’s ready for when Steve arrives.
Around late afternoon, he texts, asking if I’m ready for him, and I tell him to come on over. Twenty minutes or so later, I hear a knock at the door. I open it up to let him in. “Find the place OK?”
He nods as he steps in. “Yeah. Wasn’t too hard to find.”
“Awesome.” I notice what he’s holding. “Oh, and you brought the Nintendo!”
“Yup! Can’t pass up another chance to kick your ass at Mario Kart.”
I close the door behind him. “Uh, excuse me, I’ll be the one doing the ass-kicking here, all right?”
He laughs. “We’ll see about that.”
“If you want, we can hook it up now and do some races.”
“Sure, let’s do it!” We walk over to the TV. As he starts unpacking the console, he looks over at the laptop I have connected to the TV. “What’s that for?”
“I don’t have one of those smart TVs, so if I want to watch Netflix or anything like that, I gotta do it on the laptop.”
“Ah. Can I use the cable from it? I forgot mine at home.”
“Sure.” I unhook the cable from the laptop and hand it to him to connect to the console. Once he gets everything hooked up and plugged in, he boots the system up and everything looks good on the TV. I pick up one of the controllers. “Ready for a race?”
He picks up the other controller and playfully punches my shoulder. “As long as you’re ready to get your ass kicked.”
We make ourselves comfortable on the couch and play a round, with him winning overall. I congratulate him on his win. “That deserves a beer!”
His eyes widen with delight. “Oh, you got some?”
“Yeah, I said I’d have some for when you came over!” I run to the kitchen and grab us two beers. I return, handing him one. “Oh, and I also picked up the same pizza we had before.”
“Sweet! How about we do one more round and cook the pizza?”
“Deal!”
As soon as the next set of races is done, with me winning, we take a break and start making the pizza. While we wait for the oven to heat up, we return to the couch and continue drinking our beers. He looks up at the TV, which has the game paused, and tugs at the collar of his shirt. “I was heating up pretty good playing that game just now. Can you make it a bit cooler in here?”
I roll my eyes. “I wish. My landlord still hasn’t fixed my air conditioner.”
“Are you shitting me?! It’s been broken for what, like, two months?”
“I keep reminding him, and he keeps saying he’ll get around to it.”
He shakes his head. “Dude, you need to up your game. This is like the hottest month. No one deserves to have their air conditioner not work this time of year.”
“I know, I know. I’ll try and push him more.”
“And we’re about to heat the place up even more cooking the pizza.” He sighs. “I don’t know how you stay cool in here.”
“Well, usually I hang out in just my boxers.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.” He stands up. “Mind if I do that?”
“I don’t mind. We’ve seen each other in less. Hell, I might just do the same.”
He nonchalantly unbuttons and unzips his shorts, and the sound of his zipper rings loudly in my ears. It’s such a sexy sound, given who’s making it. Though I’ve seen him totally naked plenty of times before, each time it’s been for just a short while, and there’s something erotic about the fact that we’re going to be hanging out with each other in just our underwear for an extended length of time. At least it’s erotic to me. It’s probably no big deal to him. But I wonder if he has any inkling just how much he’s turning me on right now.
As his shorts fall to the floor, I see he’s wearing black boxer briefs. I try taking my shorts off as nonchalantly as he did, and soon I’m standing in just my white boxers, but we both keep our shirts on. We sit back down to play another round to pass the time, and I try my damndest to focus on the game and not to the fact that he’s sitting right next to me in his underwear.
Midway through, the oven beeps, and I run to the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven. Now unencumbered by shorts, I feel my dick flopping around inside my boxers. Don’t get hard, don’t get hard.
I rejoin him, and we finish the rest of the round, him winning, and then it’s time to eat the pizza. We grab some more beers and eat in the kitchen, and once we’re done, we head back to the living room for round four of racing, where I finish in first. He drops his controller onto the couch between his legs. “This is nuts! Every time I win, you win right after. I don’t think there’s ever going to be a clear winner here. We gotta break this tie somehow.”
What the hell, I’m feeling ballsy—and inebriated—enough to see if I can get him out of his underwear. “What do you suggest? A dick measuring contest?”
He scoffs. “You wouldn’t win against me and my seven inches.”
My eyes widen in disbelief. “Really? Seven inches? Yeah right. You and I both know enough about dicks to know it’s very rare for someone to be that big.”
“I ain’t shitting you.”
I roll my eyes. “OK, mister confident. Prove it.”
“Fine!” Without batting an eye, he reaches inside the fly of his boxer briefs and pulls his dick out, squeezing and rubbing it to try getting it hard. I’m half in shock that he took the bait, but after he fondles himself for several moments, his member doesn’t get much past a semi. Of course, I’m having the opposite problem, having to will myself to try and stay soft, all the while not touching myself at all.
I continue watching him as he keeps trying to get his dick hard. “Having some trouble there?”
“Shut up!” He keeps trying for a little while longer, then looks over at me. “You got any porn on that laptop?”
I respond in the most obvious way possible. “Um, yeah, I’m a guy. I have plenty.”
“Can you put some on?”
“Sure, if you think that’ll help.” I stand up. “In the mood for anything in particular?”
“I don’t care, as long as it has a girl in it.”
I feign surprise. “Of course.” I walk over to the laptop and connect it to the TV while he keeps stimulating his meat. I browse around my laptop. “You might be surprised that I actually have a lot of straight porn on here.”
“Why would you have that?”
I keep browsing around. “Eh, I dunno, sometimes I like watching straight guys get their rocks off.” I turn my attention to him. “That doesn’t bother you, does it?”
He shakes his head as he sits there continuing to stroke his semi. “Nah. Who am I to judge what you’re into?”
I turn my attention back to the laptop. “Good.” I finally find something I think he’ll enjoy, and start playing it, letting the first few seconds play. “How’s that?”
He gives me a very satisfied nod. “That’ll work.”
I join him on the couch again, sitting to his left. He maintains his gaze on the TV as he continues working at his dick. The video I have playing has a woman riding a guy cowgirl style, with her back to the camera. The guy’s balls and part of the crack of his ass are prominently visible in the shot, and his moans are very audible, which is why I like it so much, but Steve’s probably enjoying it for a different reason. And I can tell he’s certainly liking it from the looks of his now-stiffening dick.
As he strokes, his foreskin slides up and down his shaft, repeatedly covering and then exposing the head, as he moves his hand up and down. He’s clearly enjoying the porn I put on as his dick continues growing. It takes just a few more seconds, and I can tell he’s now fully erect, with his foreskin retracted and his head fully exposed. My eyes widen. “Damn, you weren’t kidding!”
He laughs. “I told you! Melissa could never take the whole thing. She said it hurt if I tried putting it all the way in.”
I roll my eyes “Psh. Any experienced bottom would be able to take that.”
“Bottom?”
“A guy who takes it up the ass.”
“Oh please, I’d pop someone’s lung with this if I fucked them up the ass.”
I laugh. “Never know until you try.”
There’s silence for a few seconds, and I notice him glance down at my lap. “Well, don’t you want to see if yours is bigger?”
I shake my head. “There’s no way mine’s bigger than yours.”
“Well, I don’t want to be the only one having fun here. Come on.”
I’m in disbelief, but I try to maintain my composure. “Are you serious?”
He shrugs. “What? You’ve got some good porn. I’m not going to stop jerking off now that I have a stiffy, and I’m not going to make you just sit there and watch, either.”
Is he openly inviting me to join in? Well, I’m not one to turn down an invitation. I take a deep breath. “All right.” I reach inside the opening of my boxers and retrieve my half-hard dick. At least I was successful in keeping it from getting to full mast, but now I don’t have to worry about that anymore. And with Steve jerking himself off right next to me, it doesn’t take long to get fully hard.
We sit there for several minutes in total silence as the porn continues playing and we both slowly work our dicks, enjoying the pleasure that comes with it. I glance down at him, and I swear he sneaks a peek at me from time to time, too.
The video I put on is just about finished, so I get up and walk back to the laptop, my erection poking straight through the fly of my boxers. “Want me to put on another one?” He nods as he continues tugging at his dick. I start another video, but stay standing where I am. Steve’s eyes are just about glued to the TV, and my eyes are glued to his dick. I speak up again. “Do you want any lube?”
He shakes his head, never once averting his eyes from the TV. “Nah, I’ve never needed the stuff.”
“Wow, I’d rub myself raw without lube. How do you get by without the stuff?”
He responds facetiously, “It’s called foreskin.”
I point my finger toward the ceiling in realization. “Ah, that’s right. Well, I’m going to get myself some. I’ll be right back.” I walk to the bathroom and find a bottle in a drawer, then join him back on the couch. I squeeze some lube onto my shaft and glide my left hand over it to work it in. I figure at this point he doesn’t mind me looking, so I watch intently as he works his shaft up and down and his foreskin moves along and keeps the friction down. Seeing it in action, it makes sense now why he wouldn’t really need lube. I sigh. “God, I wish I knew how that felt.”
He shakes his head. “I still can’t believe you’ve never been with a guy that’s been uncut.”
“It’s just so uncommon here.”
“Well, if you ever run into someone who is uncut, it would be good if you had some prior experience, right?”
I shrug. “I guess so, but I don’t know how I’d get that.”
He lets go of his shaft as he continues staring at the TV. “Grab on. Try it.”
Seriously? He’s OK with this?
I’m hesitant as hell to the point where he finally averts his eyes from the video and looks at me. “What’s the matter?”
I look him straight in the eye. “You want me to jerk you off?”
“Just enough to get a feel for it. You know, for research.”
I take a deep breath. Oh, all right.
I reach over with my right hand and firmly grab his shaft and move my hand up and down a few times. He winces a bit, so I know I’m doing something wrong, and stop and loosen my grip. He places his right hand over mine and gently guides it up and down at just the right pressure and speed for him. After we’ve moved our hands in unison like that for a bit, he rests his hand on the arm of the couch and lets me work his meat by myself again.
Never in my life did I imagine I’d be giving a handjob to someone like Steve, but here we are.
He shifts around a bit to make himself more comfortable, then leans his head back against the couch and closes his eyes, and he looks like he’s enjoying it. I’m unsure if I should break the silence, but decide to do so anyway. “How’s that feel for you?”
He responds, keeping his eyes closed. “Really good, actually.”
“Want me to keep going?”
He hesitates for a moment, but answers my question. “Yeahhh.”
The video keeps playing in the background, but I’m certainly not paying attention to it, and with his eyes closed, he’s not paying it much mind, either. I keep stroking his shaft as he squirms in a pleasurable way from time to time. He really seems to be enjoying himself, and if he’s let me come this far, I decide to take it one step further.
I let go of his dick and extend my arm so I can lean to the side and position my face closer. I guide his long member into my mouth. He’s pretty big, so I have to make sure to keep my mouth open wide enough. As his dick glides past my lips, he makes soft moaning sounds at first, and I feel his hand on my head softly tousling my hair. I play with his balls through the fabric of his underwear as I slowly suck his long pole, all the while stroking myself with my other hand. My jaw cramps after some time, and I have to take a break—it’s been a while since I’ve sucked a dick. I sit up straight, lean back against the couch, lift my ass up, and slide my boxers off, tossing them onto the floor, then resume stroking him with my right hand.
Soon after, I feel his left hand touch my bare thigh. I think the touch is accidental, but soon his touch turns into a twitch, and I glance down to see what he’s doing. He flattens his hand on my thigh, and now it’s obvious he’s getting a bit daring himself. His hand moves up and down my thigh for a bit, inching ever so closer toward my inner thigh and toward my own dick. I keep stroking him and myself as his hand wanders closer to my junk. Eventually, his pinky finger grazes my balls, causing them to pull inward a bit, but they relax and droop lower again. He starts moving his fingers over my balls and begins softly rubbing them. I decide to stop stroking myself in case he wants to give it a go, but I keep stroking him. Sure enough, his wandering hand curiously inches further up until he finds the base of my penis, lightly grazing the underside of it a couple times.
Finally, the video I put on reaches its end, and the room is now silent. He opens his eyes and turns his head toward me. I’m expecting him to ask to put on another video, but instead he chooses not to break the silence. He glances down, gently takes my dick in his hand, and begins stroking it.
The sensation from having someone else giving me a handjob after so long is almost too much to bear, but it feels absolutely amazing. We continue sitting there in silence, stroking each other. He gazes back into my eyes, obviously enjoying every single moment of this encounter. He leans his head closer, and, like a magnetic attraction, mine gets closer as well. Eventually, there’s no space between us, and our lips make contact.
At first, I feel just a simple pressure against my lips. He’s not really kissing me so much as just pushing his lips against mine, but perhaps it’s nerves on his part. Oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I’m fucking nervous as hell, too. But I try pushing past the anxiety, parting my lips, and soon, he follows suit. We kiss a few times, then he pulls his head back, opens his eyes to gaze upon what is happening right in front of him, then, without saying a word, closes his eyes and leans in again for another few kisses. After that, he stops stroking me and pulls away again. For a split second, I think he’s had enough and feels super awkward and wants to end the whole thing, so I let go of his dick, but I’m relieved when he reaches under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down to the floor. He takes my hand and guides it back onto his shaft, then returns his hand to my dick, and we resume stroking each other, and from this point forward, we seem to have found some way to communicate all our intentions and desires without speaking.
I take a break from stroking him, lean forward, and pull my shirt off, tossing it in the same place I tossed my boxers earlier. Now completely naked, I lean to the side and start blowing him again. He lets go of my dick, reaches his arm around my side, and finds my dick again. I suck him off for a while longer, enjoying the taste of the precum oozing out of his uncut cock. Soon after, my mouth needs another break, so I sit back up. He moves his arm back to where it was, and we continue stroking each other. He leans in for another few kisses. He seems to be really enjoying those kisses!
A few minutes later, I can feel his body twitching, indicating he’s close to orgasm. He removes his hand from my shaft and, to my surprise, stands up, then spins around and takes his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, and kneels onto the couch cushion right in front of me, reaching forward and supporting himself against the back of the couch with one arm. I scoot my body lower to give his dick easy access to my mouth, and he slides inside and gently thrusts as I work his shaft with my tongue and enjoy playing with his foreskin.
I start furiously pounding my meat as I know our heated, passionate moment is soon to come to an end. He gently grabs the back of my head with his other hand and pulls it forward in rhythm with his thrusting, and I can even feel his balls swinging and hitting my chin with every pump. His shaft is so big I have to be careful not to gag on it. I reach up with my other hand and softly fondle his ass as I feel it moving to and fro. Soon, his thrusting slows but becomes more powerful, and his moans get louder and louder, and I know what’s coming next.
Rope after rope of cum shoots out of his thick uncut cock and washes over my tongue as I feel his member throb inside my mouth. He shoots so much that I have to swallow a few times to keep it all contained. I’m worried my neighbors are going to hear his loud moans of pleasure, but I don’t let that stop me from pushing myself closer and closer to the edge until my own orgasm starts. I keep his shaft in my mouth, fondling it with my tongue as I fire off spurt after spurt of cum onto my lower torso. It takes a while for my own orgasm to subside, but I try to enjoy every second of it.
He pulls out of my mouth, bends down, and plants a very passionate kiss on my lips—much more passionate than the little pecks he was giving me earlier. His legs begin shaking violently and almost give out, so he spins around and plops down on the couch in the position he was in before he stood up. He lands with a loud grunt and a laugh.
I join him in laughing. “Clearly you enjoyed that.”
He shakes his head as his laughter dies down. “Clearly! Fuck. I have no words.” He sighs loudly. “God, that felt amazing. But now, I’m exhausted. That took a lot of energy out of me just now.”
I glance down at myself. “Can you at least muster the energy to grab me a towel?”
He looks over at my torso covered in my own jizz. “Oh shit! Yeah, I’ll be right back.” He quickly rises to his feet and disappears into my bathroom to grab a towel. I sit here on the couch, helpless, and already feeling sad that he’ll probably be leaving soon, and not wanting our night to end.
He returns with the towel, his long dick swinging side-to-side as he walks, and hands it to me. I thank him as I start cleaning the mess off my torso, then stand up once I’m all dry. I take a deep breath, knowing that this is likely the end of our night of fun. “So, I take it you’ll want to be heading home soon?”
He looks down at the floor. “Actually…”
I tilt my head. “What is it?”
Still looking down, he goes on, “Can I crash here?”
I shrug. “Of course, but I don’t think my couch would be as comfortable as yours. It’s more like a loveseat.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t want to crash on the couch. I want to sleep in your bedroom.” He looks back up at me. “With you.”
I’m caught like a deer in the headlights. What just happened a few minutes ago on the couch, I could not have predicted, but now this? Wow. This whole night is about as rare as a seven-inch dick!
I turn around and start walking to the bathroom as if I’m on autopilot, dumbstruck about what is happening right under my own roof. “Uh, yeah, I should have a spare toothbrush here somewhere.” He follows me into the bathroom, and I dig around the drawers and cabinets until I find one and pull it out of its package, handing it to him.
He puts the toothbrush down on the counter, then turns and faces me straight on, the two of us still naked. He steps forward, puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek, rubbing it with his thumb, and leans in and kisses me. He backs away after a few seconds. “Everything OK, Joey?”
I hesitate before answering his question. “Uh, yeah. Everything’s fine. We should get some sleep though. You’re exhausted. I’m exhausted. Let’s get ready for bed.” With that, we brush our teeth and head into the bedroom as I turn everything off in the living room. He follows me into the darkness, and once we reach the bed, I stop and turn to him. “I take it you sleep in the buff?”
“Yep. You?”
“I’ve started to, now that I’ve had no air conditioning for a while.”
He chuckles. “Makes sense.”
We crawl into bed and under the sheets. We face each other and gently caress each other’s bodies as we lie there in the silent darkness. I watch as his eyes slowly collapse under the weight of his drowsiness, and not long after, mine follow.
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viktorredd
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That was hot. Please don't make it a dream.
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I literally just stumbled upon this story earlier and after reading the first chapter, I couldn't stop reading even though I planned on watching the basketball game, I just had to keep reading and boy was it totally worth it.
Thanks AstareGod for such a great story.
I agree with Viktorredd that chapter was hot and I also hope it doesn't turn out to be a dream.
Thanks AstareGod for such a great story.
I agree with Viktorredd that chapter was hot and I also hope it doesn't turn out to be a dream.
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I agree with Viktor, and I'm happy you found this little gem, Xander.
I found it quite interesting that it was Steve who instigated the "Fun", and asked, "Everything OK, Joey?" That was certainly a surprise!
There are many ways this could go, and I'm eagerly looking forward to finding out what happens next!
Thank You, AG!
Chaz
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Hmmm ... Boyfriend? Pictures? You're such a tease, buddy!
I found it quite interesting that it was Steve who instigated the "Fun", and asked, "Everything OK, Joey?" That was certainly a surprise!
There are many ways this could go, and I'm eagerly looking forward to finding out what happens next!
Thank You, AG!
Chaz
P.S.
Hmmm ... Boyfriend? Pictures? You're such a tease, buddy!
Amazing story. I fell into this just browsing and read the whole thing. I'd agree that seeing the characters meet and become friends first makes the sex scene so much better. Almost like seeing my friends doing the story.
Thanks for a great story!!!!
Thanks for a great story!!!!
Holy crap stud.........you damn near made my dick spew a spontaneous load....... 
(I gave it some help to finish what you started.......
)
(I gave it some help to finish what you started.......
)
crash8705
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Can't wait for the next installment...you've really got me hooked
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AstareGod, your exploratory saga prompted me to create a new JUB account after many years away. Your writing has hooked me! I can't wait to read more of the exploits of Joey and Steve.
Whoa, that was quite a response to the last part I posted! Each and every one of your comments help keep me inspired to write. I'm super stoked that so many people are enjoying the story so far. I'm far from finished, so do keep your eyes peeled for more to come!
The next part is rather long, so it might take me a few more days to get it posted, but it will be here soon!
Thank you very much, viktorredd! It was not a dream--it was very real for both Joey and Steve. I couldn't do that to my readers! Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
Whoa, xander! I'm glad to hear my story topped a basketball game! I'm glad you were so caught up after reading the first chapter that you decided to read to the end. Hopefully you will enjoy what's to come!
Yeah, it was quite interesting how Steve sort of took the lead here. Joey at the end of the last part was acting almost a little unsure and standoffish, so it might be Steve's natural way of trying to make Joey feel more comfortable. After all, Steve's had lots of practice with that with the two of them in the pool.
Awesome to hear you're looking forward to more! There will certainly be lots more to come!
Awesome! Thanks for the kind words bsm2th! Just like with xander, I'm glad to hear you were so caught up with the story that you decided to read all the way to the end. I'm also glad you think having the characters develop their friendship and get to know each other before getting intimate ended up making the sex so much better. My goal was to make them deep and relatable and that my readers really got to know them on the inside first. Sounds like I accomplished my mission!
Sweet, that's what I was going for! I have almost a constant erection while writing those parts, it's nuts! Most of the time I need to give myself some relief after I'm finished writing!
Sweet, awesome to hear, crash! There will be lots more to come, so stay tuned! Glad you're enjoying the story so far.
Welcome back to JUB, GayGearhead! Just like you, I've come and gone from JUB over the years (you can tell how long I've been here from my join date!) but I'm glad this community is still around, though as with anything it ebbs and flows and changes over time.
I'm happy you're getting into the story! Comments like yours fuel my inspiration for writing, so thank you for the kind words, and stay tuned for more to come!
The next part is rather long, so it might take me a few more days to get it posted, but it will be here soon!
Thank you very much, viktorredd! It was not a dream--it was very real for both Joey and Steve. I couldn't do that to my readers! Hope you're enjoying the story so far!
Whoa, xander! I'm glad to hear my story topped a basketball game! I'm glad you were so caught up after reading the first chapter that you decided to read to the end. Hopefully you will enjoy what's to come!
I agree with Viktor, and I'm happy you found this little gem, Xander.
I found it quite interesting that it was Steve who instigated the "Fun", and asked, "Everything OK, Joey?" That was certainly a surprise!
There are many ways this could go, and I'm eagerly looking forward to finding out what happens next!
Thank You, AG!
Chaz
P.S.
Hmmm ... Boyfriend? Pictures? You're such a tease, buddy!
Yeah, it was quite interesting how Steve sort of took the lead here. Joey at the end of the last part was acting almost a little unsure and standoffish, so it might be Steve's natural way of trying to make Joey feel more comfortable. After all, Steve's had lots of practice with that with the two of them in the pool.
Awesome to hear you're looking forward to more! There will certainly be lots more to come!
Awesome! Thanks for the kind words bsm2th! Just like with xander, I'm glad to hear you were so caught up with the story that you decided to read all the way to the end. I'm also glad you think having the characters develop their friendship and get to know each other before getting intimate ended up making the sex so much better. My goal was to make them deep and relatable and that my readers really got to know them on the inside first. Sounds like I accomplished my mission!
Holy crap stud.........you damn near made my dick spew a spontaneous load.......
(I gave it some help to finish what you started.......
Sweet, that's what I was going for! I have almost a constant erection while writing those parts, it's nuts! Most of the time I need to give myself some relief after I'm finished writing!
Sweet, awesome to hear, crash! There will be lots more to come, so stay tuned! Glad you're enjoying the story so far.
Welcome back to JUB, GayGearhead! Just like you, I've come and gone from JUB over the years (you can tell how long I've been here from my join date!) but I'm glad this community is still around, though as with anything it ebbs and flows and changes over time.
I'm happy you're getting into the story! Comments like yours fuel my inspiration for writing, so thank you for the kind words, and stay tuned for more to come!
Holy crap stud.........you damn near made my dick spew a spontaneous load.......
(I gave it some help to finish what you started.......
Wanna
race?......... 
Happy New Year, everyone! I finally have the next part ready for enjoyment, so yeah, enjoy!
Part 16
I wake up the next morning to the sight of Steve stretching his arms in bed next to me. Gravity slowly pulls the sheets from his body as he stands up, revealing his toned ass and legs. He yawns as he starts walking out of the bedroom, disappearing around the corner. I stretch my own arms and reluctantly pull myself out of bed.
I walk out to the living room and am greeted by the sight of empty beer bottles and the clothes we had worn the night before piled on the floor. He bends over, treating me to a nice view of his ass, as he retrieves his boxer briefs and pulls them on. Oh, how I wish I was more daring the night before and played with that hole of his. “Morning, Steve.”
He almost jumps out of his skin as he quickly turns around. “Oh, hey bud. I didn’t know you were there.”
“Sorry,” I say sheepishly as I glance out the window, then back at him. “How’d you sleep?”
He starts putting on his pants, not making eye contact with me. “Fine.” He grabs his shirt and starts putting that on as well.
I try breaking the awkward silence as he gets dressed. “Um, do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“Sorry, I can’t. I forgot there’s something I need to do this morning.” He sits down to tie his shoes as I continue standing there, completely naked. He looks up at me. “I guess I’ll see you at the pool on Tuesday?”
I nod. “I’ll be there.” He gets up and starts heading to the door, but I interrupt him. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast? Let me return the favor.”
He holds up a hand. “Sorry, Joey, I really need to get going.” He opens the door. “I’ll see you later.” He steps out the door and closes it.
I begin to doubt whether he really has something going on this morning, and figure he regrets what happened last night and just made up a reason to leave. I’m left alone with about as many new questions now as I had last night. Is he truly bisexual, or did he just want to experiment one time to see what it was like and now wants to forget what happened between us? Does he have the same feelings for me as I do for him? How long has he felt this way? What is going to happen to our friendship? Will we keep hanging out as we have been, or will this be the end for us?
Even if last night ends up being the only time I got to be that intimate with him, I’ll take just that one experience and not want any more, if it means we’ll stay friends.
I decide to give him his time and space to think about and process what transpired between us. I’ll see him again on Tuesday. Maybe then I can ask him about it. In the meantime, I just hope and pray I won’t anguish much over the wait.
* * * * *
I work my construction job as usual the next day, then pack my new Speedo and head to the pool for work on Tuesday. The day goes on as it normally does, but I don’t get a chance to talk to Steve since he takes his lunch break at a different time than me. Eventually the day wraps up and everyone leaves—everyone except for Steve and me, that is. I walk up to him as he packs away the guard equipment. “Hey, how’ve you been?”
“Hey, bud. I’m doing all right, just looking forward to getting out of here.”
I look at him, confused. “Are we still having our lesson?”
He tilts his head and looks at the floor. “I’m not really feeling up for it tonight. Sorry.” He looks back at me. “Perhaps we can reschedule for next week?”
I shrug. “All right, I guess.”
He sighs. “We’ll do it next week, I promise.”
With that, I turn around and walk back to the office to pack up my things and leave, heading out to my car in the otherwise empty and dark parking lot.
* * * * *
I show back up at the pool Friday. Ominous, black clouds fill the sky when I get there. The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms today and tomorrow. Sure enough, just after my lunch break, I see a flash of lightning outside and hear the resulting boom just a few seconds later. Steve and the rest of the lifeguards rush to get everyone out of the pool.
Kathy stands up and looks out the window. “Looks like hell out there.”
I check the weather forecast on the computer. “If that’s hell, tomorrow’s going to be like we’re right outside Satan’s lair.”
“You sure got a way of puttin’ things, darlin’.” She sighs. “All right, we’ll need to cancel the swim meet then. Can you send an email out to everyone?”
I snap my fingers. “I’m on it.”
“Thanks, darlin’.”
Seconds later, Steve comes back into the office. “Pool’s all cleared, Kathy.”
She grabs her purse. “Wonderful. I’m gonna head out before it gets much worse. I hate driving in these storms. Makes me paranoid.” She turns to me. “Joey, darlin’, you can leave as soon as that email is sent.”
“Will do, Kathy. See you next week.”
She walks over to the exit and hesitates for a bit before opening the door and making a run for her car, using her purse as an umbrella, holding it over her head. It’s hard not to chuckle a bit at the sight. Steve hangs around in the office as I go back to typing up the email. I turn to him. “Shame about the weather, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah, I know a lot of people that are going to be disappointed. A month is a long time to wait between meets.”
“Well, at least we’re getting off early.” The next few moments are silent except for my fingers tapping on the keys, writing my email. I speak up again. “Do you want to hang out again this weekend?” I hear him sigh heavily, but other than that, he doesn’t respond. I stop typing and turn to face him. “Come on, now that the meet is cancelled, I know you don’t have any other plans. We don’t have to do anything crazy; we can just keep it low-key.” I’m not sure really what I mean by ‘low-key’, but I figure it would make him more likely to accept the offer.
He crosses his arms, thinking for a few moments, and I patiently but anxiously await his response. He finally answers, “Want to come by my place in a couple hours?”
I’m delighted and relived that that was his answer. “Yeah, I can do that. I can text you right before I’m about to head over.”
He stands up. “All right. I’ve got to pack up some more things here before leaving.”
“Sounds good. I shouldn’t be too much longer myself.”
He steps out of the office and walks around the pool collecting and organizing all the guard equipment that was left behind on the stands. I finish my email and send it out, then leave as he continues closing up.
I head home and change into more comfortable clothes, then text him after an hour or so asking if he’s ready for me to come over. He responds, saying that he is. With that, I run out to my car to avoid the heavy raindrops as much as possible, then take my time getting to his apartment. Many of the streets are already flooded with a few inches of water, making my trip to his place tedious. I finally arrive, park, and book it to his front door. I get there fast, but not before my shirt is completely soaked with rain. I knock on his door and quickly step inside after he opens it.
He closes the door behind me. “Holy shit! It’s really pouring buckets out there.”
“You’re telling me!”
He gently grasps my arm above the elbow. “Come on, I’ll get you a dry shirt.”
“No, Steve, it’s all right. You don’t have to do that.”
“Nonsense. You’d be miserable hanging out here all soaking wet.” I follow him into his bedroom where he opens a dresser drawer and pulls out a folded shirt, holding it out to me. “Trade you.”
My drenched shirt clutches itself to my damp skin as I peel it off. I hand it to him and take the dry one, then start putting it on. Even though it’s clean, it still smells distinctly like him, and it feels very nice being surrounded by his scent. I poke my head through the neck hole and look down at the design on the front. “Olympic rings?”
“Yeah. It’s from the Olympic Games when they came to Atlanta in 1996. It’s not mine, obviously. I’d have only been two years old.”
“How’d you get an adult-size shirt then?”
“It was my dad’s. We went to the games as a family, and my dad must’ve gotten the shirt there. I ended up with it somehow.”
I shrug. “Well, thanks. It’s dry, at least.”
He chuckles. “Good! It’s supposed to be!” He smiles, and I swear I catch him quickly glance me up and down. He looks back up at me, clearing his throat. “How was the drive?”
“Oh, just your typical heavy thunderstorm.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m glad you made it.”
“Me, too. After all that, I’m ready for a drink!”
“Want me to get you a beer?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!” We turn around and walk back to the living room, with him tossing my damp shirt onto the top of his dryer.
Just about every light in his place is on to compensate for how dark it is outside. His TV is tuned to the news. The storm looks fierce from the radar picture, and it doesn’t even look like the worst of it has hit us yet. Steve disappears into the kitchen and comes back seconds later with two beers in hand. He gives one to me and I take a healthy swig. “Ah, much better.”
He chuckles and takes a sip of his own beer, then turns his attention to the TV. “Some storm, huh?”
“Yep. I almost think you should unplug everything just in case there’s a lightning strike.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve got all my electronics plugged into surge protectors.” He turns back to me. “You hungry?”
I nod. “Yeah, I didn’t eat anything when I went home.”
“We can do a pizza if you’re up for that.”
“Sure, those are always filling.” I follow him into the kitchen. After he starts preheating the oven, I take another sip of my beer. “It’s going to feel so weird not having the swim meet tomorrow.”
He crosses his arms. “Tell me about it. We don’t have many left in the season. We stop in October for the winter.”
“Well, just keep up your practice, and I’m sure you’ll finish out the season with a bang.”
He looks deep into my eyes for a moment, and a smile begins forming on his face. He takes another sip of his beer. “You know, it’s great to finally have someone around who encourages my swim practice.”
“I bet it’s a nice change from the girl you were dating before.”
He takes a deep breath. “It sure is.”
Silence fills the room, but both of us keep eye contact. A few moments later, he sets his beer down on the counter, comes over to me, and pulls me into a hug. We don’t say anything to each other, but I get the impression that he’s feeling more comfortable being affectionate with me. I mean, hell, we kissed each other just last weekend. There was such an extreme increase in the awkwardness of our interactions after that, I was worried I had really screwed something up by being intimate with him last weekend, but it seems like things are going back to normal, whatever ‘normal’ is.
Our hug is interrupted by three long beeps from the oven. He pulls away and goes to retrieve the pizza from the freezer, then unwraps it from its plastic and places it in the oven. He sets a timer for fifteen minutes. “Wanna play some Mario Kart while the pizza’s cooking?”
“Sure, I’m not one to turn down a challenge.”
We move into the living room and he switches the TV over to the gaming system. He hands me a controller and we start playing as we drink our beers. I’m a bit rusty after not having played for a while, and he comes in first while I come in second. Just as we finish, the timer beeps, and we move into the kitchen.
He takes the pizza out and starts slicing it up. “Would you like another beer?”
“Sure.”
“Help yourself. Go ahead and grab me one, too, if you don’t mind.”
I reach inside his fridge and pull out two more beers, then twist off the caps with my hand. He divides the pizza evenly onto two plates, and we move into the living room and sit on the floor with our backs against the couch to eat. He switches the news back on. The rain just continues pouring down, and the news anchors show off more flooding and even some rather large downed tree branches. The strongest rain band looks like it’s about to hit.
“And we’ll be back after this commercial break. Stay tuned,” the anchor says as the screen fades to black and a commercial begins playing right after.
We chat about the storm while we finish our pizza and wait for the news to come back on. Just then, a very bright flash of light shines through his window and a loud boom happens a split second later. The TV turns black, and all the lights in his place go dark. I look out the window at the rain pouring down and the trees swaying in the intense wind. “Looks like we won’t be playing any more Mario Kart anytime soon.”
He stands up. “You’re right about that. I’ll be right back.” He goes to his bathroom and comes back with a lighter and a few candles, setting them down around the living room and lighting them. “There, that should help.”
It’s so dark outside, the candles are having trouble lighting up the living room, but our eyes should adjust soon to the darkness. I take another sip of my beer. “I wonder how many other places are without power.”
He shrugs. “Who knows. Hopefully it gets turned back on soon.”
“Do you mind if I stay a bit longer?”
He sits back down on the floor. “No, of course I don’t mind. I’m sure the roads out there are treacherous. If the power’s out, I bet that’ll make traffic even more of a nightmare. Stay as long as you want.”
“Thanks, Steve, I appreciate it.”
“Think nothing of it, bud.” He sips his beer. “Well, what should we do now?”
I hesitate for a bit, wanting to bring up what happened last weekend, but not knowing how. Eventually, I try casually approaching the subject. “Even if we can’t find anything to do, I’m still glad I’m stuck in the dark with you. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else at a time like this.” He doesn’t respond, instead looking down, so I scoot closer to him.
Still looking down, he shakes his head. “It sounds weird to say, but I kind of feel the same way.” He finally looks up at me. “Joey, I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you and getting to know you. You’re such a nice guy, and so easy to get along with.”
I smile, though it’s probably barely visible in the darkness. “I’m really glad to hear that, Steve.”
“It’s true. Melissa was such a bitch to me. How could I have fallen for her?” He looks down and shakes his head again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re such a better match for me than she ever was.”
I don’t quite know how to interpret what he just said. It leaves me stunned. After a few moments of thinking, I decide to take a more direct approach. “How do you, er, feel about what happened last weekend?”
He takes a very deep breath. “I don’t know.” He looks up at me once more. “I’ve been thinking about that all week, and I still don’t know.”
“You have?”
“It all happened so fast, I didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. The next morning, I was worried I fucked everything up.”
I shake my head in confusion. “Why would you think you fucked everything up?”
“I don’t know, you were just acting kind of weird right after we finished up. That’s why I left so quickly the next morning. I was worried I crossed some sort of line and made things awkward.”
I chuckle. “No, Steve, you didn’t cross any lines at all. Just like you, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that night, either.” Silence fills the room until I speak up again, “I honestly wasn’t expecting any of that to happen, and it kind of caught me off guard. It still replays in my head, and it sometimes seems hard to believe it actually happened.”
He sighs. “I guess I’m going through the same thing. It was fun and all, but I don’t know what it all means or what it is I truly feel.”
“Do you regret anything that happened?”
“Regret? No way. I might be having trouble putting the pieces together and figuring out what they mean, but I really enjoyed what happened.”
I worry about the next question I’m going to ask, but I ask it anyway. “Do you think you might be bi?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never had feelings like these toward any other guy. I don’t know what it is about you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so friendly, understanding, and supportive, and I just like hanging around you, or that we’ve spent so much time together doing swimming lessons. You make me feel comfortable in my own skin. It’s weird for me to say, but I’m attracted to that, especially after how my last relationship went down.” He shakes his head. “One thing just led to another last weekend, and I had no idea it would go that far, but I’m surprised and kind of shocked how much I liked it.”
I scoot closer to him on the floor and put my hand on his knee. “Whatever it’s supposed to mean, or however you’re supposed to feel, I’m glad you were open enough to experience it.”
By now, the worst of the storm is directly overhead. Flashes of lightning shine through the living room window like a strobe light in a dance club, casting some impressive shadows on the walls, and the accompanying rain and thunder rumbles constantly in the background.
He places his hand on mine and gives it a squeeze, then leans closer to me and looks deep into my eyes. “I may not know what it’s supposed to mean, but I do know that it feels good to be with you like this.”
Our lips get closer and closer until they finally meet. We kiss a few times, and then he pulls away a bit. He tilts his head down and our foreheads rest against one another as his hand finds my knee and begins caressing it. I do the same. Over the next minute or two, his hand gradually moves away from my knee and farther up my leg. He keeps his hand on top of my shorts, but inches closer and closer to my junk. As I continue caressing his leg with one hand, I use my other to unbutton and unzip my shorts—one, in case he wants easier access, and two, to allow my growing boner some relief. Sure enough, he moves his hand closer to the tent that is my boxers and starts fondling my stiffening cock through them. His hand easily finds the fly and begins exploring beneath, massaging my balls for a few moments until resurfacing and rubbing my cock through my boxers again.
I take his hand in mine. “You want to get more comfortable?” He looks at me and nods slowly, and we both stand up and start walking to his bedroom. I can tell he’s being very hesitant, since this is obviously a new situation for him, so I take the lead. I grasp the bottom of his shirt and gently lift it up and over his head. I reach down and unbutton and unzip his shorts, then hook my thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and gently pull everything down just enough to expose his rock-hard dick. After I take off the shirt he let me borrow, I kneel and start licking his foreskin and shaft, moving every so often to his balls. I take the whole thing in my mouth and pleasure him with my tongue as best I know how.
He reaches a hand back and sits on the bed. I move closer to him and plant my mouth over his member once more, blowing his beautiful uncut dick. I push the waistband of my boxers under my balls so I can more easily pleasure myself, then move a hand to the bottom of his shaft to massage it as my mouth moves up and down. I take a break for a second and straighten my back. He gently lifts himself up and starts sliding his shorts and underwear toward his feet, and I help guide them off his body and onto the floor. I stand up and slide the rest of my own clothes off, kicking them over to the side, and now the two of us are completely naked and fully exposed to one another.
I start to kneel back down, but Steve lurches forward and halts my descent. I look down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanna try.”
“Try what?”
“Doing what you’re doing to me.”
I hesitate for a second. “You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s not fair for me to be getting all the pleasure.”
Oh, if only he knew how much pleasure I was getting from sucking him off. I’m never one to turn down a blowjob, though.
I step closer to the edge of his bed. His bed sits pretty low to the ground, so my dick is already at perfect mouth level. He moves his face closer to my member until his lips touch the head. He feels around for a few moments, charting the new territory, his lips parting a few times to take a taste with his tongue. I can tell he’s never tried sucking a dick before, as he has no idea what he’s doing, but I’m patient and let him take his time to explore. Eventually he opens his mouth wider and takes the head of my dick into it and sucks it like a straw for a bit. A few seconds later, he pulls away and tilts his head back to meet my gaze. “How am I doing?”
“Not bad for your first time. What’s it feel like?”
“It’s weird, like I’m sucking on something made of rubber.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Only if you want to.”
He turns his attention back to my dick. “Oh, I want to.” He parts his lips once more and tries taking more of me in. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and lashes at my shaft with his tongue. He’s doing a lot better now that he’s getting used to the sensation of a penis in his mouth. I feel him place one hand on my ass and another on the back of my thigh and he begins lightly caressing them as his mouth works on my pole. I place a hand on his head and gently massage it as he sucks me.
After a while of him exploring me with his mouth, he pulls away once again and moves his hands to my hips, then gently turns me around and guides me onto the bed. He gets up and kneels in front of me, bending down and continuing to suck me off. I reach back and support myself with one hand while my other hand finds his head and tousles his hair. He grips the bottom of my shaft with one hand and starts rubbing my upper thigh with his other. For a first-time blowjob giver, he’s not doing too bad!
I lean forward and place my hands under his arms and guide him onto the bed next to me. I gently take his face in my hands and we passionately make out for a while. We explore more of each other’s bodies, rubbing each other’s back, arms, torso, and nipples. His body is especially smooth, with his having shaved almost all his hair off.
We take a break from making out, and I hoist myself up on my knees. “Sit back against the headboard.” He shifts into position, and I rest myself on my stomach with my head right above his dick. I guide it into my mouth and start blowing him again. I wrap a hand around his shaft and move it in unison with my lips, and I can tell I’m delivering him a lot of pleasure from the moans he’s letting out. He begins tensing violently and I know his orgasm is close. I grip his shaft harder and increase my suction until his moans grow so loud that they sound even louder than the thunder outside.
His orgasm begins as he shoots volley after volley of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I slow down my massage of his shaft and wait for his orgasm to subside before I lift myself up on my elbows and pull my mouth off him. He leans forward and gently flips me onto my back and rests himself on my body and we kiss some more. He moves his head down and kisses my nipples, gently tugging at them with his teeth a few times, then his head continues moving further down until his mouth reaches my dick and he starts blowing me again. I tug at my balls as he does what I did to him, wrapping his hand around my shaft and jerking me off as he blows me. It doesn’t take long for my own orgasm to start. After I shoot the first bit of my load, he jerks his head up and starts coughing. I grab my dick and aim it toward my chest as to not make a mess as the rest of my load shoots out of my dick and onto my torso. I tilt my head down and look at him. “You all right, Steve?”
He coughs some more, but is obviously able to breathe. “I’m good, just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Sorry, I should’ve warned you it was coming.”
“Think nothing of it, bud.” He springs to his feet. “I’ll get you a towel.” He runs off to the bathroom and returns seconds later. I take the towel from him and wipe the cum off my body. I roll over to my side and sit up on the bed. He reaches his hand down, and I take it and use it to help stand up. He takes the towel and tosses it onto the floor, then wraps me in his arms and kisses me. He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “That felt really good.”
I smile. “It sure did.” We continue looking into each other’s eyes. “Does it feel weird being with a guy?”
He looks down, thinks for a second, then looks back at me. “It might feel weird with any other guy, but with you, things seem… I don’t know… familiar. It’s certainly a lot different than being with a woman.”
“Good different, or bad different?”
He thinks again. “Good different.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that answer.”
He shrugs. “I’m just being honest. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a dude and you’re a dude. I’m familiar enough with the equipment, I don’t need a manual. You don’t even want to know what my first time was like with a woman.”
I laugh. “You’re right—I don’t want to know.”
He joins me in laughing. “Anyway, looks like the power’s going to be out for a while. Can I get you another beer?”
I shrug. “Why the hell not? We won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”
We both walk to the kitchen, still completely naked. It’s so freeing just casually walking around wearing absolutely nothing with him, like our true selves are exposed to one another, but we’re both completely comfortable with it. He quickly retrieves two beers from the fridge and closes the door tight to keep the cold air from escaping. He pops them open and hands one to me. We walk back to the living room and he goes around flipping all the switches off so in case the power does comes back on, we’re not blinded by all the light.
We sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs and gently tugs on his balls with his free hand. “Man, I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my free time tomorrow.”
I shrug. “We could always keep hanging out.”
He looks over at me. “I like that idea. Hopefully the power gets fixed by then.”
I laugh. “I hope so!”
He smiles and puts his hand on my knee. “I sure do like hanging out with you, Joey.”
“I’m glad you do! I feel the same way.”
“Good.” He takes a sip of his beer. “I’m really glad I ran into you again after all these years. You’re a lot more fun to be around than Ryan or any of those other assholes.”
“Man, I wish you felt like that when we were in high school.”
He sighs. “Yeah, who knows what kind of trouble we would’ve gotten into. But at least we got to this point now.”
We continue sipping our beers as the last of the storm gradually passes over us. The past few hours have been filled with so much lightning and thunder, it’s eerily silent now that it’s all over. I have no idea what time it is, but I can tell we’re both pretty exhausted.
I stand up and stretch. “Steve, would you mind if I stayed the night over?”
He rises to his feet as well. “Would I mind? I want you to stay over.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I enjoy your company. It’s nice having someone here again.”
He gets me a spare toothbrush and we both get ready for bed. We return to his bedroom and crawl under the sheets. We caress each other’s bodies just like we did last weekend, and we give each other pecks every once in a while. Eventually, the weight of all the new experiences for us is overwhelming and our eyelids close, easing us into slumber.
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Above & Beyond & Justine Suissa - Naked
Part 16
I wake up the next morning to the sight of Steve stretching his arms in bed next to me. Gravity slowly pulls the sheets from his body as he stands up, revealing his toned ass and legs. He yawns as he starts walking out of the bedroom, disappearing around the corner. I stretch my own arms and reluctantly pull myself out of bed.
I walk out to the living room and am greeted by the sight of empty beer bottles and the clothes we had worn the night before piled on the floor. He bends over, treating me to a nice view of his ass, as he retrieves his boxer briefs and pulls them on. Oh, how I wish I was more daring the night before and played with that hole of his. “Morning, Steve.”
He almost jumps out of his skin as he quickly turns around. “Oh, hey bud. I didn’t know you were there.”
“Sorry,” I say sheepishly as I glance out the window, then back at him. “How’d you sleep?”
He starts putting on his pants, not making eye contact with me. “Fine.” He grabs his shirt and starts putting that on as well.
I try breaking the awkward silence as he gets dressed. “Um, do you want to stay for breakfast?”
“Sorry, I can’t. I forgot there’s something I need to do this morning.” He sits down to tie his shoes as I continue standing there, completely naked. He looks up at me. “I guess I’ll see you at the pool on Tuesday?”
I nod. “I’ll be there.” He gets up and starts heading to the door, but I interrupt him. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast? Let me return the favor.”
He holds up a hand. “Sorry, Joey, I really need to get going.” He opens the door. “I’ll see you later.” He steps out the door and closes it.
I begin to doubt whether he really has something going on this morning, and figure he regrets what happened last night and just made up a reason to leave. I’m left alone with about as many new questions now as I had last night. Is he truly bisexual, or did he just want to experiment one time to see what it was like and now wants to forget what happened between us? Does he have the same feelings for me as I do for him? How long has he felt this way? What is going to happen to our friendship? Will we keep hanging out as we have been, or will this be the end for us?
Even if last night ends up being the only time I got to be that intimate with him, I’ll take just that one experience and not want any more, if it means we’ll stay friends.
I decide to give him his time and space to think about and process what transpired between us. I’ll see him again on Tuesday. Maybe then I can ask him about it. In the meantime, I just hope and pray I won’t anguish much over the wait.
* * * * *
I work my construction job as usual the next day, then pack my new Speedo and head to the pool for work on Tuesday. The day goes on as it normally does, but I don’t get a chance to talk to Steve since he takes his lunch break at a different time than me. Eventually the day wraps up and everyone leaves—everyone except for Steve and me, that is. I walk up to him as he packs away the guard equipment. “Hey, how’ve you been?”
“Hey, bud. I’m doing all right, just looking forward to getting out of here.”
I look at him, confused. “Are we still having our lesson?”
He tilts his head and looks at the floor. “I’m not really feeling up for it tonight. Sorry.” He looks back at me. “Perhaps we can reschedule for next week?”
I shrug. “All right, I guess.”
He sighs. “We’ll do it next week, I promise.”
With that, I turn around and walk back to the office to pack up my things and leave, heading out to my car in the otherwise empty and dark parking lot.
* * * * *
I show back up at the pool Friday. Ominous, black clouds fill the sky when I get there. The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms today and tomorrow. Sure enough, just after my lunch break, I see a flash of lightning outside and hear the resulting boom just a few seconds later. Steve and the rest of the lifeguards rush to get everyone out of the pool.
Kathy stands up and looks out the window. “Looks like hell out there.”
I check the weather forecast on the computer. “If that’s hell, tomorrow’s going to be like we’re right outside Satan’s lair.”
“You sure got a way of puttin’ things, darlin’.” She sighs. “All right, we’ll need to cancel the swim meet then. Can you send an email out to everyone?”
I snap my fingers. “I’m on it.”
“Thanks, darlin’.”
Seconds later, Steve comes back into the office. “Pool’s all cleared, Kathy.”
She grabs her purse. “Wonderful. I’m gonna head out before it gets much worse. I hate driving in these storms. Makes me paranoid.” She turns to me. “Joey, darlin’, you can leave as soon as that email is sent.”
“Will do, Kathy. See you next week.”
She walks over to the exit and hesitates for a bit before opening the door and making a run for her car, using her purse as an umbrella, holding it over her head. It’s hard not to chuckle a bit at the sight. Steve hangs around in the office as I go back to typing up the email. I turn to him. “Shame about the weather, huh?”
He nods. “Yeah, I know a lot of people that are going to be disappointed. A month is a long time to wait between meets.”
“Well, at least we’re getting off early.” The next few moments are silent except for my fingers tapping on the keys, writing my email. I speak up again. “Do you want to hang out again this weekend?” I hear him sigh heavily, but other than that, he doesn’t respond. I stop typing and turn to face him. “Come on, now that the meet is cancelled, I know you don’t have any other plans. We don’t have to do anything crazy; we can just keep it low-key.” I’m not sure really what I mean by ‘low-key’, but I figure it would make him more likely to accept the offer.
He crosses his arms, thinking for a few moments, and I patiently but anxiously await his response. He finally answers, “Want to come by my place in a couple hours?”
I’m delighted and relived that that was his answer. “Yeah, I can do that. I can text you right before I’m about to head over.”
He stands up. “All right. I’ve got to pack up some more things here before leaving.”
“Sounds good. I shouldn’t be too much longer myself.”
He steps out of the office and walks around the pool collecting and organizing all the guard equipment that was left behind on the stands. I finish my email and send it out, then leave as he continues closing up.
I head home and change into more comfortable clothes, then text him after an hour or so asking if he’s ready for me to come over. He responds, saying that he is. With that, I run out to my car to avoid the heavy raindrops as much as possible, then take my time getting to his apartment. Many of the streets are already flooded with a few inches of water, making my trip to his place tedious. I finally arrive, park, and book it to his front door. I get there fast, but not before my shirt is completely soaked with rain. I knock on his door and quickly step inside after he opens it.
He closes the door behind me. “Holy shit! It’s really pouring buckets out there.”
“You’re telling me!”
He gently grasps my arm above the elbow. “Come on, I’ll get you a dry shirt.”
“No, Steve, it’s all right. You don’t have to do that.”
“Nonsense. You’d be miserable hanging out here all soaking wet.” I follow him into his bedroom where he opens a dresser drawer and pulls out a folded shirt, holding it out to me. “Trade you.”
My drenched shirt clutches itself to my damp skin as I peel it off. I hand it to him and take the dry one, then start putting it on. Even though it’s clean, it still smells distinctly like him, and it feels very nice being surrounded by his scent. I poke my head through the neck hole and look down at the design on the front. “Olympic rings?”
“Yeah. It’s from the Olympic Games when they came to Atlanta in 1996. It’s not mine, obviously. I’d have only been two years old.”
“How’d you get an adult-size shirt then?”
“It was my dad’s. We went to the games as a family, and my dad must’ve gotten the shirt there. I ended up with it somehow.”
I shrug. “Well, thanks. It’s dry, at least.”
He chuckles. “Good! It’s supposed to be!” He smiles, and I swear I catch him quickly glance me up and down. He looks back up at me, clearing his throat. “How was the drive?”
“Oh, just your typical heavy thunderstorm.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m glad you made it.”
“Me, too. After all that, I’m ready for a drink!”
“Want me to get you a beer?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Sure, thanks!” We turn around and walk back to the living room, with him tossing my damp shirt onto the top of his dryer.
Just about every light in his place is on to compensate for how dark it is outside. His TV is tuned to the news. The storm looks fierce from the radar picture, and it doesn’t even look like the worst of it has hit us yet. Steve disappears into the kitchen and comes back seconds later with two beers in hand. He gives one to me and I take a healthy swig. “Ah, much better.”
He chuckles and takes a sip of his own beer, then turns his attention to the TV. “Some storm, huh?”
“Yep. I almost think you should unplug everything just in case there’s a lightning strike.”
He shakes his head. “Nah, I’ve got all my electronics plugged into surge protectors.” He turns back to me. “You hungry?”
I nod. “Yeah, I didn’t eat anything when I went home.”
“We can do a pizza if you’re up for that.”
“Sure, those are always filling.” I follow him into the kitchen. After he starts preheating the oven, I take another sip of my beer. “It’s going to feel so weird not having the swim meet tomorrow.”
He crosses his arms. “Tell me about it. We don’t have many left in the season. We stop in October for the winter.”
“Well, just keep up your practice, and I’m sure you’ll finish out the season with a bang.”
He looks deep into my eyes for a moment, and a smile begins forming on his face. He takes another sip of his beer. “You know, it’s great to finally have someone around who encourages my swim practice.”
“I bet it’s a nice change from the girl you were dating before.”
He takes a deep breath. “It sure is.”
Silence fills the room, but both of us keep eye contact. A few moments later, he sets his beer down on the counter, comes over to me, and pulls me into a hug. We don’t say anything to each other, but I get the impression that he’s feeling more comfortable being affectionate with me. I mean, hell, we kissed each other just last weekend. There was such an extreme increase in the awkwardness of our interactions after that, I was worried I had really screwed something up by being intimate with him last weekend, but it seems like things are going back to normal, whatever ‘normal’ is.
Our hug is interrupted by three long beeps from the oven. He pulls away and goes to retrieve the pizza from the freezer, then unwraps it from its plastic and places it in the oven. He sets a timer for fifteen minutes. “Wanna play some Mario Kart while the pizza’s cooking?”
“Sure, I’m not one to turn down a challenge.”
We move into the living room and he switches the TV over to the gaming system. He hands me a controller and we start playing as we drink our beers. I’m a bit rusty after not having played for a while, and he comes in first while I come in second. Just as we finish, the timer beeps, and we move into the kitchen.
He takes the pizza out and starts slicing it up. “Would you like another beer?”
“Sure.”
“Help yourself. Go ahead and grab me one, too, if you don’t mind.”
I reach inside his fridge and pull out two more beers, then twist off the caps with my hand. He divides the pizza evenly onto two plates, and we move into the living room and sit on the floor with our backs against the couch to eat. He switches the news back on. The rain just continues pouring down, and the news anchors show off more flooding and even some rather large downed tree branches. The strongest rain band looks like it’s about to hit.
“And we’ll be back after this commercial break. Stay tuned,” the anchor says as the screen fades to black and a commercial begins playing right after.
We chat about the storm while we finish our pizza and wait for the news to come back on. Just then, a very bright flash of light shines through his window and a loud boom happens a split second later. The TV turns black, and all the lights in his place go dark. I look out the window at the rain pouring down and the trees swaying in the intense wind. “Looks like we won’t be playing any more Mario Kart anytime soon.”
He stands up. “You’re right about that. I’ll be right back.” He goes to his bathroom and comes back with a lighter and a few candles, setting them down around the living room and lighting them. “There, that should help.”
It’s so dark outside, the candles are having trouble lighting up the living room, but our eyes should adjust soon to the darkness. I take another sip of my beer. “I wonder how many other places are without power.”
He shrugs. “Who knows. Hopefully it gets turned back on soon.”
“Do you mind if I stay a bit longer?”
He sits back down on the floor. “No, of course I don’t mind. I’m sure the roads out there are treacherous. If the power’s out, I bet that’ll make traffic even more of a nightmare. Stay as long as you want.”
“Thanks, Steve, I appreciate it.”
“Think nothing of it, bud.” He sips his beer. “Well, what should we do now?”
I hesitate for a bit, wanting to bring up what happened last weekend, but not knowing how. Eventually, I try casually approaching the subject. “Even if we can’t find anything to do, I’m still glad I’m stuck in the dark with you. I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else at a time like this.” He doesn’t respond, instead looking down, so I scoot closer to him.
Still looking down, he shakes his head. “It sounds weird to say, but I kind of feel the same way.” He finally looks up at me. “Joey, I’ve really enjoyed hanging out with you and getting to know you. You’re such a nice guy, and so easy to get along with.”
I smile, though it’s probably barely visible in the darkness. “I’m really glad to hear that, Steve.”
“It’s true. Melissa was such a bitch to me. How could I have fallen for her?” He looks down and shakes his head again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you’re such a better match for me than she ever was.”
I don’t quite know how to interpret what he just said. It leaves me stunned. After a few moments of thinking, I decide to take a more direct approach. “How do you, er, feel about what happened last weekend?”
He takes a very deep breath. “I don’t know.” He looks up at me once more. “I’ve been thinking about that all week, and I still don’t know.”
“You have?”
“It all happened so fast, I didn’t know what was happening until it was too late. The next morning, I was worried I fucked everything up.”
I shake my head in confusion. “Why would you think you fucked everything up?”
“I don’t know, you were just acting kind of weird right after we finished up. That’s why I left so quickly the next morning. I was worried I crossed some sort of line and made things awkward.”
I chuckle. “No, Steve, you didn’t cross any lines at all. Just like you, I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that night, either.” Silence fills the room until I speak up again, “I honestly wasn’t expecting any of that to happen, and it kind of caught me off guard. It still replays in my head, and it sometimes seems hard to believe it actually happened.”
He sighs. “I guess I’m going through the same thing. It was fun and all, but I don’t know what it all means or what it is I truly feel.”
“Do you regret anything that happened?”
“Regret? No way. I might be having trouble putting the pieces together and figuring out what they mean, but I really enjoyed what happened.”
I worry about the next question I’m going to ask, but I ask it anyway. “Do you think you might be bi?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. I’ve never had feelings like these toward any other guy. I don’t know what it is about you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so friendly, understanding, and supportive, and I just like hanging around you, or that we’ve spent so much time together doing swimming lessons. You make me feel comfortable in my own skin. It’s weird for me to say, but I’m attracted to that, especially after how my last relationship went down.” He shakes his head. “One thing just led to another last weekend, and I had no idea it would go that far, but I’m surprised and kind of shocked how much I liked it.”
I scoot closer to him on the floor and put my hand on his knee. “Whatever it’s supposed to mean, or however you’re supposed to feel, I’m glad you were open enough to experience it.”
By now, the worst of the storm is directly overhead. Flashes of lightning shine through the living room window like a strobe light in a dance club, casting some impressive shadows on the walls, and the accompanying rain and thunder rumbles constantly in the background.
He places his hand on mine and gives it a squeeze, then leans closer to me and looks deep into my eyes. “I may not know what it’s supposed to mean, but I do know that it feels good to be with you like this.”
Our lips get closer and closer until they finally meet. We kiss a few times, and then he pulls away a bit. He tilts his head down and our foreheads rest against one another as his hand finds my knee and begins caressing it. I do the same. Over the next minute or two, his hand gradually moves away from my knee and farther up my leg. He keeps his hand on top of my shorts, but inches closer and closer to my junk. As I continue caressing his leg with one hand, I use my other to unbutton and unzip my shorts—one, in case he wants easier access, and two, to allow my growing boner some relief. Sure enough, he moves his hand closer to the tent that is my boxers and starts fondling my stiffening cock through them. His hand easily finds the fly and begins exploring beneath, massaging my balls for a few moments until resurfacing and rubbing my cock through my boxers again.
I take his hand in mine. “You want to get more comfortable?” He looks at me and nods slowly, and we both stand up and start walking to his bedroom. I can tell he’s being very hesitant, since this is obviously a new situation for him, so I take the lead. I grasp the bottom of his shirt and gently lift it up and over his head. I reach down and unbutton and unzip his shorts, then hook my thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and gently pull everything down just enough to expose his rock-hard dick. After I take off the shirt he let me borrow, I kneel and start licking his foreskin and shaft, moving every so often to his balls. I take the whole thing in my mouth and pleasure him with my tongue as best I know how.
He reaches a hand back and sits on the bed. I move closer to him and plant my mouth over his member once more, blowing his beautiful uncut dick. I push the waistband of my boxers under my balls so I can more easily pleasure myself, then move a hand to the bottom of his shaft to massage it as my mouth moves up and down. I take a break for a second and straighten my back. He gently lifts himself up and starts sliding his shorts and underwear toward his feet, and I help guide them off his body and onto the floor. I stand up and slide the rest of my own clothes off, kicking them over to the side, and now the two of us are completely naked and fully exposed to one another.
I start to kneel back down, but Steve lurches forward and halts my descent. I look down at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I just wanna try.”
“Try what?”
“Doing what you’re doing to me.”
I hesitate for a second. “You sure?”
“Yeah. It’s not fair for me to be getting all the pleasure.”
Oh, if only he knew how much pleasure I was getting from sucking him off. I’m never one to turn down a blowjob, though.
I step closer to the edge of his bed. His bed sits pretty low to the ground, so my dick is already at perfect mouth level. He moves his face closer to my member until his lips touch the head. He feels around for a few moments, charting the new territory, his lips parting a few times to take a taste with his tongue. I can tell he’s never tried sucking a dick before, as he has no idea what he’s doing, but I’m patient and let him take his time to explore. Eventually he opens his mouth wider and takes the head of my dick into it and sucks it like a straw for a bit. A few seconds later, he pulls away and tilts his head back to meet my gaze. “How am I doing?”
“Not bad for your first time. What’s it feel like?”
“It’s weird, like I’m sucking on something made of rubber.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Want me to keep going?”
“Only if you want to.”
He turns his attention back to my dick. “Oh, I want to.” He parts his lips once more and tries taking more of me in. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and lashes at my shaft with his tongue. He’s doing a lot better now that he’s getting used to the sensation of a penis in his mouth. I feel him place one hand on my ass and another on the back of my thigh and he begins lightly caressing them as his mouth works on my pole. I place a hand on his head and gently massage it as he sucks me.
After a while of him exploring me with his mouth, he pulls away once again and moves his hands to my hips, then gently turns me around and guides me onto the bed. He gets up and kneels in front of me, bending down and continuing to suck me off. I reach back and support myself with one hand while my other hand finds his head and tousles his hair. He grips the bottom of my shaft with one hand and starts rubbing my upper thigh with his other. For a first-time blowjob giver, he’s not doing too bad!
I lean forward and place my hands under his arms and guide him onto the bed next to me. I gently take his face in my hands and we passionately make out for a while. We explore more of each other’s bodies, rubbing each other’s back, arms, torso, and nipples. His body is especially smooth, with his having shaved almost all his hair off.
We take a break from making out, and I hoist myself up on my knees. “Sit back against the headboard.” He shifts into position, and I rest myself on my stomach with my head right above his dick. I guide it into my mouth and start blowing him again. I wrap a hand around his shaft and move it in unison with my lips, and I can tell I’m delivering him a lot of pleasure from the moans he’s letting out. He begins tensing violently and I know his orgasm is close. I grip his shaft harder and increase my suction until his moans grow so loud that they sound even louder than the thunder outside.
His orgasm begins as he shoots volley after volley of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I slow down my massage of his shaft and wait for his orgasm to subside before I lift myself up on my elbows and pull my mouth off him. He leans forward and gently flips me onto my back and rests himself on my body and we kiss some more. He moves his head down and kisses my nipples, gently tugging at them with his teeth a few times, then his head continues moving further down until his mouth reaches my dick and he starts blowing me again. I tug at my balls as he does what I did to him, wrapping his hand around my shaft and jerking me off as he blows me. It doesn’t take long for my own orgasm to start. After I shoot the first bit of my load, he jerks his head up and starts coughing. I grab my dick and aim it toward my chest as to not make a mess as the rest of my load shoots out of my dick and onto my torso. I tilt my head down and look at him. “You all right, Steve?”
He coughs some more, but is obviously able to breathe. “I’m good, just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Sorry, I should’ve warned you it was coming.”
“Think nothing of it, bud.” He springs to his feet. “I’ll get you a towel.” He runs off to the bathroom and returns seconds later. I take the towel from him and wipe the cum off my body. I roll over to my side and sit up on the bed. He reaches his hand down, and I take it and use it to help stand up. He takes the towel and tosses it onto the floor, then wraps me in his arms and kisses me. He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “That felt really good.”
I smile. “It sure did.” We continue looking into each other’s eyes. “Does it feel weird being with a guy?”
He looks down, thinks for a second, then looks back at me. “It might feel weird with any other guy, but with you, things seem… I don’t know… familiar. It’s certainly a lot different than being with a woman.”
“Good different, or bad different?”
He thinks again. “Good different.”
My eyes widen in surprise. “Wow. I wasn’t expecting that answer.”
He shrugs. “I’m just being honest. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m a dude and you’re a dude. I’m familiar enough with the equipment, I don’t need a manual. You don’t even want to know what my first time was like with a woman.”
I laugh. “You’re right—I don’t want to know.”
He joins me in laughing. “Anyway, looks like the power’s going to be out for a while. Can I get you another beer?”
I shrug. “Why the hell not? We won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.”
We both walk to the kitchen, still completely naked. It’s so freeing just casually walking around wearing absolutely nothing with him, like our true selves are exposed to one another, but we’re both completely comfortable with it. He quickly retrieves two beers from the fridge and closes the door tight to keep the cold air from escaping. He pops them open and hands one to me. We walk back to the living room and he goes around flipping all the switches off so in case the power does comes back on, we’re not blinded by all the light.
We sit back on the couch. He spreads his legs and gently tugs on his balls with his free hand. “Man, I don’t know what I’m going to do with all my free time tomorrow.”
I shrug. “We could always keep hanging out.”
He looks over at me. “I like that idea. Hopefully the power gets fixed by then.”
I laugh. “I hope so!”
He smiles and puts his hand on my knee. “I sure do like hanging out with you, Joey.”
“I’m glad you do! I feel the same way.”
“Good.” He takes a sip of his beer. “I’m really glad I ran into you again after all these years. You’re a lot more fun to be around than Ryan or any of those other assholes.”
“Man, I wish you felt like that when we were in high school.”
He sighs. “Yeah, who knows what kind of trouble we would’ve gotten into. But at least we got to this point now.”
We continue sipping our beers as the last of the storm gradually passes over us. The past few hours have been filled with so much lightning and thunder, it’s eerily silent now that it’s all over. I have no idea what time it is, but I can tell we’re both pretty exhausted.
I stand up and stretch. “Steve, would you mind if I stayed the night over?”
He rises to his feet as well. “Would I mind? I want you to stay over.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I enjoy your company. It’s nice having someone here again.”
He gets me a spare toothbrush and we both get ready for bed. We return to his bedroom and crawl under the sheets. We caress each other’s bodies just like we did last weekend, and we give each other pecks every once in a while. Eventually, the weight of all the new experiences for us is overwhelming and our eyelids close, easing us into slumber.
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Above & Beyond & Justine Suissa - Naked
