OK, here's Chapter 3. I hope you enjoy.
Again, this is all fiction, and all the characters in it are fictional, also.
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Chapter 3
It took awhile, (as having someone lay completely on top of you isn’t particularly comfortable no matter how much you love him), but eventually Ben fell asleep, comforted by Zach’s soft breath next to his ear.
Ben had only been asleep for a few minutes when both boys were jolted awake by a blaring horn in the hallway. Zach, never a morning person, jumped straight up in the air, came crashing down on Ben (who let out a solid, “Oooph!”) and then rolled off Ben, his brain anxiously trying to figure out what was going on. In his sleep-induced fog, he really had no idea.
Ben, who was much more of a morning person and hadn’t been that deeply asleep anyway, asked, “Is that the fire alarm?” as he switched on the lights.
“Fire alarm? Oh my god!!!” shouted Zach who began to run around the room in a panic trying to figure out what to do, incredibly worried because on some level he knew he was supposed to be.
In the hallway, the horn stopped and an automatic voice in the alarm system said, “Your attention please, the fire alarm has been activated on the…sixth…floor. Please remain in your room and await further instructions.” The horn resumed.
Ben could tell that Zach still wasn’t fully awake, wasn’t processing things clearly. He began to get up to help Zack get it together because Zack kept running around saying crazy things like, “I’ll get our toothbrushes!” The ringing phone, though, kept Ben sitting in bed as he answered it. A different message reported that it was a false alarm; that it had been accidentally pulled, there was no fire, the alarm would soon be off, and everyone was completely safe.
With this information, Ben settled back in bed, hands behind his head, becoming aroused as he watched Zach run around. Ben loved how Zack’s muscles rippled, and his cock swung heavily between his legs.
“Which one of these shirts is mine?” asked Zach about their Twins Jerseys, still discombobulated.
“Doesn’t matter,” replied an amused Ben, “they’re the same size.”
Zach looked at him, stared, his brain slowly processing this idea. “Right!” He put one arm in a sleeve, then picked up his hat and put it on. The alarm went quiet.
“Why aren’t you getting your things together to get out of here?” demanded Zack.
“There’s no fire,” replied Ben shaking his head, and grinning, as he took in the sight of Zach standing at the foot of the bed, bare-assed naked except for one black sock, his jersey (well one arm), and his hat. Zack was also holding their toothbrushes. “That’s what they told me on the phone.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” asked Zach realizing for the first time that the alarm had stopped.
“I just did,” Ben said, smiling.
“But why not sooner?”
“Honestly?”
Zach nodded, truly puzzled and feeling a little hurt right now.
Ben closed his eyes, shaking his head, giggling. He looked back up at Zach. “Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Zack turned around and looked. More awake now, he was able to process what he’d been doing. He began to smile, and then laugh as Ben walked up behind him.
He studied himself in the mirror, the sock, the shirt, the toothbrushes, realizing what he must have looked like during his sleep-dazed panic. “God, I’m an idiot,” laughed Zack holding up the toothbrushes.
“Yes,” chuckled Ben as he slid Zack’s shirt off his shoulder and tossed it to the floor, “but you’re a hot idiot, and you’re my idiot.”
Ben reached around Zach and began to caress his torso, his chest, and his abs. He pulled Zack back into him, nestled his rock hard cock in between Zach’s tight ass cheeks. Zack’s cock responded, hardening as Ben began to kiss the nape of his neck and nibble on his ear.
“Ohhh,” Zack moaned, turning his head so that they could kiss, their lips at first only brushing together. Then came a harder kiss, their tongues dancing and sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. Ben, thoroughly enjoying the kiss began to hump his hips slightly, rubbing his cock up and down Zack’s crack.
Zack turned around, looked Ben in the eyes and said, “I want you inside me. I want you to know what I felt earlier tonight. Will you do that for me?”
“I’d do anything for you,” said Ben.
Zack held up one finger, indicating that Ben should wait where he was. He got the bottle of baby oil, and then put the toothbrushes in the bathroom, grabbing a towel in their place. Coming back from the bathroom he pulled off his one sock, and picked up Ben’s hat, placing it on Ben’s head, turning it slightly to the side.
Next, Zack carefully put the towel on the dresser that was in front of the mirror, making sure to brush his tight bubble-butt against Ben’s stiff member. He turned around, poured some baby oil in his hand and then grabbed Ben’s cock, (causing Ben’s body to shudder) and slathered it with oil, and felt its length, girth, and the shape of its head.
Zach stepped back and admired Ben: his close cropped hair disappearing into his slightly sideways baseball cap, his strong jaw, a little scruff just beginning to show on his chin. He loved Ben’s rounded, muscular shoulders and upper arms, the veins that ran their length. Zack reached out so that he could caress Ben’s forearms, feel the fuzzy hair there and then progress up his arms to his torso. Once there he rubbed is pecs, leaning in to suck his nipples while his hands explored the cum-encrusted washboard stomach and wispy happy trail of his lover.
Zack stood back up and looked down at Ben’s body, noted him standing firmly, feet shoulder width apart, saw that he even had a couple of veins showing on his legs. Ben’s calves were covered with dark fuzzy hair but the hair grew thinner the higher up his legs you went until you could only see a few dark, wiry hairs on his upper things.
Zack stared longest, though at Ben’s magnificent, steel-hard member jutting up from his wispy brown pubic bush. It had a beautiful shape: long, not too fat, and covered with veins. Ben’s balls, swinging low, completed the picture.
“Now,” said Zack, “I want you to make love to me. Here, in front of the mirror, where I can watch my sexy ballplayer going to town on my ass.”
Ben grinned, “Speaking of sexy ballplayers…have you looked at yourself recently?”
Zack smiled, leaned in, kissed him deeply. “Make love to me.” Zack pulled Ben closer, turned around and bent over the dresser, supporting himself on his elbows, offering himself to his love.
Ben stood there briefly, enjoying the moment. He took a half step forward, placed his cockhead against Zack’s hole. Ben looked in the mirror, looked Zack in the eyes and pushed forward, gasping when his cockhead popped into Zack’s ass. Zack closed his eyes, grimacing, before opening them and nodding for Ben to keep going.
Slowly Ben’s member slid into Zack. Zack took a deep breath and relaxed. Before he knew it, Ben was all the way in. Ben stopped and looked Zack in the eyes in the mirror. Their look communicated that both again felt that spiritual oneness they’d experienced a couple of hours earlier.
“Oh god, Zack,” said Ben in a pleasure-induced stupor, “your ass is so hot, so tight. Oooohhh, it feels so good. It feels like I’m a part of you.”
“You are a part of me,” came the reply from Zack as he stood up and turned his head to kiss Ben.
They stood there like that for a couple of minutes. Ben, buried to the root in Zack, kissed him deeply. It took all his self-control to not start pumping, but he wanted this to last. Finally, Ben could wait no more. Gently, he pushed Zack forward over the dresser and began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Zack’s hole.
At first, Ben was gentle. He wanted to cause Zack no discomfort. As he looked at Zack, he could see that he was getting used to having Ben inside him, that he wanted more. Ben complied, speeding up a little, increasing the length of his stroke, slowly building to a sexual frenzy.
Zack, leaned over the dresser watched his lover’s body as he began to pump, watched how his muscles worked together. He couldn’t believe the sensations he was feeling. It felt so good to have Ben working his ass. As much as he wanted to watch Ben, he found that he couldn’t, his eyes were rolling in his head, his knees buckling with pleasure. He heard someone saying, “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” and realized that it was him, in perfect time with Ben’s masterful, awesome feeling in-strokes.
Harder and harder Ben fucked Zack’s ass. Suddenly, (and after only a couple of minutes—he was a virgin, after all) Ben’s body tensed. With a guttural, “Uuunngh!” Ben fired shot after shot of his hot jizz into Zack’s ass.
The feeling in his ass combined with the sensation of Ben’s hot seed shooting inside him took Zack instantly to a hands-free orgasm. “AAAAAHHH!!!” he cried out as his cum shot across the dresser, and splattered against the bottom of the mirror. “Aaahh, aaahh, aaahh!” he cried as he fired shot after shot onto the towel on the dresser.
Ben slowed his pace now, his orgasm receding. Zack, breathing heavily, stood up, turned and kissed Ben deeply. Ben kept going, slowed, stopped and kissed Zack until his cock slipped out of Zack’s ass.
Their kissing slowed until they broke apart and looked each other in the eyes, smiling, sharing happy laughter, noses rubbing together.
Ben looked at the mirror, then at the towel. “Holy shit, you came a ton!” he exclaimed. “Did you like that?”
Zack opened his mouth to say something, and then realized that he could find no words to describe how much he’d loved it. Instead he just smiled his most genuine smile and nodded at Ben.
“Yeah,” said Ben, “I feel the same way. Now and after you did it to me.”
Again they embraced, kissing.
“You know,” began Zack, “we’re…”
“A little messy?” continued Ben. “Yeah. We should…”
“Probably clean up,” finished Zack.
Zack grabbed the towel, wiped up the spunk on the mirror, and headed to the bathroom, towing Ben behind by his cock.
Once in the bathroom, their romantic mood was broken as they tried to figure out how to make the shower work.
“What the hell?” asked Zack. “How many dials and knobs can one shower have?”
“Beats me,” laughed Ben. “This many, I guess.”
They took a few minutes, and fiddled around with the knobs, hypothesizing and testing their hypotheses. Finally, they thought they had it figured out—well at least they had it working and at a temperature they could handle. They climbed in, both showerheads pouring water over them, the jets on the sides spraying their bodies from top to bottom.
The boys were pretty well spent at this point, having just had their fourth orgasm of a nearly sleepless night. They contented themselves washing each other, an erotic exercise to be sure, but one both knew they’d repeat another time when they had more energy (and a better understanding of the functioning of the shower). Instead, they felt and explored each other, cocks half-hard.
When both were clean top to bottom (and in bottom), they surprised themselves by successfully turning off the shower on their first try. Getting out, each dried the other in large, fluffy towels, taking their time to be sure they’d gotten to each part of the other.
Clean and dry, they headed back to the bed. They got in the other side of the bed from where they’d been before, and cuddled together, kissing occasionally, each telling the other how much he loved him. They were asleep in minutes, holding each other even in their dreams.
wishing the coach would put me in the game. 
