If there's one question I've been asked most frequently since starting writing "A Closer Shave", it's probably "Is Tommy ever going to actually have sex?" Well, it turns out Part 7 of the story is the most hot & heavy so far, as our teen-adventurer finds new ways to stretch his horizons (and new ways to be completely embarrassed along the way).
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A Closer Shave - Part 7
There was no mistaking Andrews' reaction. The eager expression on his face told Tommy he'd said what the other swimmer was hoping to hear. Emboldened by the response, he pushed himself further.
"And I want you to get undressed, so I can look at you properly," he asked. "I feel like all I've done is snatch frightened glances every time we're together."
Andrews didn't speak, only move back off the bed and, standing, unbuttoned his jeans. As he pushed them down his muscled thighs, Tommy forced himself not to look away self-consciously, but instead to watch. Andrews lifted first one leg, then the other, and then he was standing before the bed in his underwear watching Tommy watching him.
"You're perfect," Tommy whispered in hushed, reverent tones. Was that the faintest of blushes on Andrews' face at the words? It seemed unlikely, given what Tommy knew of the confident, out-and-proud guy. Yet his assessment was entirely real.
Broad shoulders, narrowing to a tapered waist. That beautiful balance of swimmer's muscle that left curves and creases to catch Tommy's eye. Andrews was wearing a simple pair of black low-rise briefs, stretched across his hips like a speedo. Beneath them, his thighs bulged impressively. It made Tommy painfully aware of how he himself must look, spreadeagled on the bed in nothing but the red and white jockstrap Andrews had picked out for him.
"Turn around," he half-whispered, voice catching in his throat. Andrews smiled, but complied, slowly twisting on his heel. Again, Tommy could see the cords of muscle running down his back, and the meaty ass beneath the stretched black cotton.
"Have you finished assessing the goods?" Andrews asked, teasingly. Tommy giggled.
"Sure, I'll take it," he replied, "but I'm not sure how I'm gonna pay for it."
Andrews turned, rolled his eyes. "Shut up," he scolded, "I already told you you're beautiful."
Tommy's shrug was made awkward lying down. "I don't get it, but okay, I don't think I'll argue with you if that's how you feel for some reason."
The bed rocked as Andrews settled down again, braced on his arms either side of Tommy's shoulders, the youth's legs either side of his thighs. Tommy could feel the heat radiating from his friends' body, could smell the faint, warm musk of Andrews' cologne intermingled with the twenty year old's own scent. When his arms slipped up around Andrews' shoulders, hands squeezing the muscles in his shoulder-blades, they did so automatically.
"So define "everything" for me," Andrews asked, grinning. Tommy couldn't resist the blush, but he forced himself to remember that this was meant to be a new start for him. A brand new openness and honesty about what he was feeling and what he wanted. Tommy 2.0.
"I want to kiss you," he admitted, "I want to do that a whole lot. And I want to suck your cock, and I was hoping you'd want to do that to me, too. And..." This was the tricky part. The part that a "normal" guy wasn't ever meant to say to another man. "And I want you to fuck me. Jeez, I've been thinking about you fucking me since day one. I jerked off in the shower today with a finger up my ass, thinking about you fucking me."
Andrews raised an eyebrow. "I don't think I understand...?"
Tommy almost squealed in frustration. How could he be any clearer? He was opening his mouth to try to explain again, when he noticed the smirk spreading across Andrews' face.
"Kidding," the older guy said.
"You bastard," Tommy fired back, laughing. "Don't you dare tell me you're sorry, because I know you're not."
Andrews adopted what Tommy figured was meant to be a look of contrition, sabotaged by the fact that he was stifling a laugh. "You got me," he conceded.
"So what about you," Tommy asked, getting the topic back on track. "I mean, I've told you what I want."
There was no pause for thought for Andrews; it was clear, Tommy decided, that he had no qualms or second-guesses about what he wanted to do with his newly-willing playmate.
"I want to give you a blow job you'll never forget, and I want to look down and see those incredible lips of yours wrapped around my cock. I want to lick you, and rim you, and then I want to fuck you. And then, if you're up for it, I want you to fuck me right back. But here's the thing, Tommy, what I want doesn't override what you're comfortable with, okay?" His expression was serious, suddenly. "If you don't want to do something, you tell me. I might be disappointed but I'm not going to be mad, and I'm not going to think less of you. But you need to be upfront with me, okay?"
Tommy nodded, watching as the serious expression on Andrews' face melted into something softer and more lustful.
The kiss was hungry and eager, Tommy's hands losing whatever lingering restraint they might have suffered under as they swarmed across Andrews' torso. Further down their bodies, he could feel the hardness at Andrews' crotch where it was pressed against his own. The older youth's hips were gently swiveling, grinding their junk together through the two, thin layers of fabric. Tommy thought he could cum just from that sensation, if he allowed himself.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, he rolled Andrews over until their positions were reversed. Sat astride him, Andrews' erection a hard ridge pushing between his bare cheeks, he ran his hands down the swimmer's muscled chest. Andrews' fingers were stroking along Tommy's thighs, tracing tiny circles among the hairs there.
"I know it's going to hurt," Tommy admitted, shifting his ass on Andrews' groin. Andrews made a brief "c'est la vie" expression.
"It always does, a little, at first. But I promise you it's worth it."
Tommy nodded. "Oh, I know. Or at least I guessed that, anyway. Because I mean, you're my first, y'know?"
Rolling his eyes, Andrews feigned surprised. "What, really? And here was me thinking..."
Tommy thumped him on the chest, feeling the muscles flex at the playful swat. "Shut up, idiot. I'm just saying."
"I know," Andrews replied, grinning. But like I said, if you want to stop..."
Frowning, Tommy squeezed his thighs around the swimmer. "Oh no, this is going all the way."
Leaning forward, he kissed Andrews again, then began to work his way down the youth's chest. Logging the shudder that went through Andrews' body when he circled his nipple with his tongue; remembering how he flinched, a tiny gasp escaping, as Tommy brushed the sharpness of his teeth across the ridges of his abs. Finally, he was faced with Andrews' briefs.
The thick length of his erection was pushing hard against the cotton, stretching up to Andrews' left hip. Pushing his face closer, Tommy rubbed his cheek against it, feeling it jerk and pulse against the side of his face. The heat radiating off Andrews' groin was incredible, like a miniature furnace.
Opening his mouth, he traced his lips from the base of Andrews' dick, up toward the swollen head. The fabric was rough against his lips; Tommy licked at it, tasting a little of Andrews' sweat and musk, his head reeling as his senses were overloaded. His hands slipped up the muscled thighs, until his fingertips were nudging underneath the elastic clinging to Andrews' hips. Smooth skin, at first, and then his right hand found the hardness he'd been tasting.
Carefully, he pulled Andrews' cock down and free, still pinned against his leg but exposed for Tommy's tongue. Digging underneath as far as he could, he ran his mouth from swollen pouch and up, until he was cradling the heavy plum head of the swimmer's dick between his lips.
Andrews flinched underneath him, as Tommy bathed the hard prick with his tongue. Tasting the trickles of precum as Andrews responded to the sensations. When he couldn't hold off any more, he tugged the briefs down to mid-thigh, then pushed his face into the bare skin he revealed.
Andrews cock stretched up against his cheek, and Tommy had to have it in his mouth properly. Steading the thick shaft with one hand, he slipped the tip between his lips, sucking gently.
"Yeah, that's it..."
Emboldened, he tried to take more, feeding Andrews' inches into his mouth. Eventually, the blunt head nudging the back of his inexperienced throat, he coughed and choked, eyes watering, but he refused to be defeated. Hand pumping around the base, he lavished attention on what could fit, gratified by the rising chorus of moans that suggested Andrews was enjoying everything this novice was doing.
"Turn around," Andrews gasped, voice bubbling with lust. Tommy looked up, lips stretched obscenely around the youth's cock, the question clear in his eyes,
"Keep doing that, but turn around on top of me, okay?"
Never letting Andrews' prick loose, and still working his mouth along it, Tommy awkwardly twisted around until his thighs were straddling Andrews' chest. When he felt hands running up the back of his thighs, he realized what the older swimmer must be faced with.
"Fuck, that's hot," Andrews muttered, each of Tommy's ass cheeks in a squeezing hand. Tommy felt his ass being spread; knew that his hole was exposed as a result, and suppressed the urge to flinch in self-consciousness. Then, he couldn't help but buck atop Andrews as fingertips pulled at his tight little entrance.
His eyes just about rolled back in his head when Andrews' tongue made contact. Long, flat strokes at first, running up from the pouch that struggled to contain Tommy's erection, across his ass, and to his coccyx. Head thrown back, eyes gaping, he could only freeze as Andrews alternated between those dizzying laps and circling the tip of his tongue around Tommy's hole itself.
"Don't stop," Andrews said, pulling back momentarily, and then plunged back into Tommy's ass as the younger guy resumed his blowjob. The flood of sensations surging up his spine only stoked his hunger; he found himself pushing down harder, deeper on each swallowing stroke, forcing a little more of Andrews' into his throat.
He hadn't realized what his body could be made to feel, the depth of those reactions. As Andrews pulled and teased and pushed at his yielding flesh, alternating between his tongue and his fingers, he could only compare it with how he felt jerking off. His hand on his dick and a finger or two in his ass seemed two-dimensional in comparison.
"Sit up," came the instruction, and reluctantly Tommy let his shaft slip from his mouth. Andrews was like a hungry frenzy underneath him, face half-hidden with Tommy's ass; the youth's thighs flexed as he twisted his butt, always hunting for the most incredible angle, the strongest possible gush of sensations.
Pulling the jock down, under his balls, and grabbing his dick was almost subconscious. Tommy felt harder than he'd ever been before, his erection almost painfully sensitive as he tugged on it, sending spatters of precum to fleck Andrews' torso.
Then there were hands on his wrists, Andrews reaching up and pulling Tommy's arms so they were pinned behind him, at the small of his back. He groaned with frustration, the desperate need to cum an animal drive from the depths of his primal brain.
Andrews used his grip to push Tommy forward, still pinning his wrists, the youth's face mashed once more into his crotch. "You don't get to cum yet, okay," Tommy whimpered, then jolted again as Andrews lifted his head and jabbed his tongue into his ass. "Trust me, it'll be better if you wait. I promise."
Grunting with delayed gratification, Tommy felt Andrews peeling the jock down, lifting one leg and then the other until it was off and he was fully naked. Andrews hands ran over the faint stubble around the young swimmer's crotch.
"Looks like we need to clean you up again," he observed.
Tommy's sigh was laced with frustration. "After," he insisted, "first we need to finish."
Chuckling, Andrews speared the youth's hole with two fingers. Tommy pushed back, eagerly.
"Are you sure?" he teased. "I wonder if we shouldn't do our homework first, before we play."
A light but nonetheless noticeable nip from Tommy's teeth on the tip of his cock was evidence that the enthusiastic young novice was in no mood for games.
"Alright, alright," Andrews conceded, shivering as his dick was hoovered back into the hot, wet closeness of Tommy's mouth. "I get it."
Landing a resounding slap on Tommy's butt, he levered himself up and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. Uncapping the bottle there, he let a long stream of lube go oozing down the crack of the youth's ass, then used two fingers to push the slickness inside.
"It'll be easier the first time if you're on all-fours," he commented, reluctantly pulling his body out from under Tommy and, more noticeably, his cock from Tommy's rewardingly sloppy blowjob. Kneeling behind the eighteen year old's prone form, he couldn't help but marvel at his tight waist and smooth, caramel skin. With slippery fingers, he reached in-between Tommy's legs and ran a greasy fist along his pulsing erection. Tommy buried his face in his arms, thighs spreading further apart as he tilted his hips up. "Yeah," Andrews thought to himself, "he wants it alright."
The swift tear of a condom packet, and then Andrews was pressing the head of his prick at Tommy's entrance. "Push back, okay?" he instructed. "It'll feel weird at first, I know, but you'll get used to it."
Grunting his assent, Tommy reached back and pulled his cheeks apart even more. Looking down the arch of his back, Andrews could see the youth's face turned, cheek pressed into the comforter, eyes closed and lips - puffy and red - parted. Steading one hand on the small of Tommy's back, the other gripping the based of his shaft, he pushed forward.
A moment of resistance, the thought that fuck, it'll never go in, and then Tommy's flesh relented and the head slipped inside. He found he was gritting his teeth, face twisted into a grimace. All the messages from his ass were screaming that he was being torn open, that it was a red alert emergency. He felt Andrews hands smoothing gently across his flanks and tried to focus on that sensation, while his body climatized to the new intruder.
Eventually, the itch inside himself was shouting louder than the throb of pain. "Go deeper," he told Andrews, then felt the breath catch in his throat as more of the swimmer's shaft fed inside.
He almost howled when Andrews first pulled back, Tommy's flesh aflame with the foreign feelings, then gasped again as the older guy's hips flexed forward and drove into him once again. Each time, he could feel Andrews go deeper, and each time the lingering ache grew weaker and less noticeable, replaced with a spreading warmth like a billion nerve-endings all vibrating in waves.
By the point where he felt Andrews' thighs pressed against the backs of his own, and he knew he had the whole cock in him, he was pushing back with every stroke. Body rocking on his knees as their flesh met with a wet, rhythmic slap. Craning his head back over his shoulder, he saw Andrews had his eyes shut, a look of fierce concentration on his face as he pounded into Tommy's hole.
"That's it, harder," he demanded, only to feel his body go to jelly as Andrews delivered, the thrusts deep and insistent. Tommy's momentarily forgotten cock bobbed between his legs, drooling precum onto the bedspread. He felt like, if he gave it so much as a single stroke, he'd explode.
"I want to see you properly," he said, suddenly needing to see Andrews' face in this moment of extreme intimacy. Andrews' response wasn't verbal, just the sudden emptiness of Tommy's ass as he pulled out, then his hands coaxing the youth's body into turning on the bed.
Shuffling up between his splayed thighs, Andrews gripped Tommy's legs behind the knees and pushed them back, guiding his cock back into position. A brief frown, and then he was pushing inside again, a long stroke that bottomed out to Tommy's gasp, and then resuming his steady pace.
This was, Tommy decided, even hotter. Now he could watch as Andrews' muscled torso flexed sinuously as he pounded; see the expression of concentration as the older guy of focused.
"Smile, why don't you," Tommy teased, and then Andrews' face lit up in a goofy grin as, never breaking his stroke, he leaned forward and they met in a hungry kiss.
"Does it feel like you thought it would?" Andrews voice was low, his question practically a whisper against Tommy's ear. Wrapping his arms around Andrews, Tommy let his tongue trace the guy's earlobe before replying.
"Better. Different, but definitely better."
His cock, sandwiched in-between their rubbing abs, was starting to telegraph demands for attention. Reluctantly, he pushed Andrews back with a hand on his shoulder, reaching down with the other to loosely circle his erection and, attempting restraint, slowly rub it.
"Fuck, you look hot," Andrews observed, watching Tommy's speeding strokes. "You feel incredible. I can't wait to have that dick inside me, too."
The thought of that, of leaning over Andrews' perfect body and plowing his ass, was too much. "Oh, shit... oh shit," Tommy hissed, then felt the first spurts of his climax come bursting from his cock. Hot, white lines across his chest, some reaching his face as Andrews pushed deep, almost forcing the cum from Tommy's body like a pneumatic system. It was like his balls were turning inside-out.
"Fuck, Tommy...!" The sudden grip around Andrews' cock as the youth's orgasm-racked body clenched from top to bottom was the trigger his own climax needed. Burying as deep into Tommy as he could, Andrews felt himself erupt. Thighs tensed borderline-painfully, it was all he could do not to collapse down onto Tommy's cum-slicked torso.
Looking up from where their bodies conjoined, Andrews took in Tommy's expression of surprise and satisfaction, and had to laugh.
"Dude!" Tommy protested, wiping the back of his hand across his face, and only really succeeding in smearing the mess there even further. "Holy shit, I think you broke my ass."
That made Andrews laugh even harder, and then Tommy had to join in, and for a minute the two were almost crying with post-orgasm laughter. Eventually, Andrews sat up, then carefully pulled his cock out.
"I'm not joking, you have to have broken me open," Tommy suggested, reaching a hand down between his legs to probe gingerly around his hole.
"Did I hurt you?" Andrews asked? Tommy chuckled.
"I mean, at first it was like, oh crap, he's trying to put a table leg inside me." One of Tommy's fingers had slipped into his now-unprotesting entrance; as Andrews watched, it was joined by a second. "But then the pain sort of stopped, or went away, and it was just like, fuck, this feels incredible. And incredibly right, y'know?"
Andrews had to smile at that. "Yeah, I know. It felt good for me, too."
Snorting, Tommy raised an eyebrow. "I should hope so, too. I only get one V-card and I gave it to you." Stretching out, he weighed Andrews' still-hard cock in his palm. "Fuck, I can't believe I had this in me."
Flexing the muscles in his groin, Andrews made it jump, and the pair giggled like kids. "Oh no," Tommy scolded, "tell it that it has to wait."
Andrews pantomimed disappointment, then slumped down next to Tommy on the bed. Their arms pressed against each other, he reached out and ran his fingertip through the pools of cooling cum that were forming.
"You're a mess," he observed. Tommy stretched to see the damage.
"Yeah, it's a lot tidier when you swallow it."
"Sorry," Andrews said, sarcastically, "next time I'll blow you while I fuck you, how about that?"
Tommy grinned. "Multi-tasking, that's an important skill. Man, I always wished I could suck my own, y'know? Even if I'd have never left the house if I could."
"Well," Andrews pointed out, "you're always welcome to suck mine instead."
"Such generosity," Tommy replied, then wiped his flattened hand down his chest and quickly smeared it across Andrews' stomach. "Allow me to return the favor."
"Ugh, you're gross," Andrews grimaced, but then he was pulling Tommy toward him, their bodies rolling until their chests were pressed together and their mouths had met.
Tommy could taste Andrews' sweat and his own cum, but even though he thought that should disgust him - not to mention the thought that Andrews had been eating his ass not that long ago - his body reacted, not his brain. The two sucked faces for a few minutes, hands roaming across sweat- and lube-slicked muscles, before Andrews pulled away.
"I need a shower. You definitely need a shower."
It was a perk of the senior dorms that, rather than a single, large bathroom intended for the whole corridor, every two rooms shared a small bathroom of their own. The shower cubicle was small, but even though it was intended for one, Tommy and Andrews found that two could fit - just as long as they didn't object to some close proximity.
Unsurprisingly, neither objected.
Tommy found Andrews had maneuvered him into prime position, right in front of the shower head, and he purred with barely-hidden pleasure as the older youth ran soapy hands down his back and along his sides. His own suds-slicked explorations had reassured him that, contrary to what he'd initially expected, his ass wasn't some gaping post-fuck maw. Indeed, while it was certainly more tender than usual, there was no real discomfort.
"You keep playing with it, I'm going to assume you're ready for round two," Andrews murmured in Tommy's ear, voice just audible over the sound of rushing water. Turning in the spray, Tommy pressed his chest against that of the taller swimmer, then slipped his hands around to cup Andrews' ass.
"If I remember right, round two was meant to involve this, no?"
Andrews smirked in reply, then bumped Tommy back so that the water splashed across his head. Spluttering, Tommy fixed him with a mock-glare.
"Good idea," Andrews suggested, ignoring the daggers in Tommy's gaze. "You should wash your hair."
Eventually, both had cleaned up enough - with periodic intermissions to play grab-ass - to make shutting the water off a possibility. Stepping out first, Andrews handed Tommy a towel.
"Just don't expect butler treatment like this at the pool, okay?"
Rolling his eyes, Tommy shook his head. "Oh, don't worry, I won't even expect you to as much as look in my general direction."
Andrews shrugged. "That's more because I really don't want to get hard seeing you stood there in your tiny speedo, though." Tommy laughed.
"Speaking of which," Andrews continued, "do you want me to..." He gestured at the Tommy's crotch.
"Get down on your knees and blow me? Sure," Tommy joked, then had to duck to not get hit in the fact by the towel Andrews threw at him. "But yeah, it's probably time. It's getting a bit itchy."
"Sit down on the edge of the counter, then."
The fake-marble was cold under Tommy's ass as he perched next to the sink, watching as Andrews retrieved razor, shaving oil, and a small washcloth from the cupboard.
"That's two razors you're going to owe me," the swimmer pointed out. "This is getting to be a habit."
"I'm sure I'll figure out a way to pay you back," Tommy leered in response.
Andrews poured a splash of oil into his palm, and rubbed his hands together. Even after all they'd just done, Tommy still jumped a little when the slick fingers worked their way around his groin. The difference this time around, of course, was that rather than being utterly mortified about his growing erection, instead he merely watched as Andrews gave it a few, languid stokes with his oily fist. Tommy mewed when he stopped.
"Priorities, kid," Andrews told him, "first things first."
Tommy grunted his disapproval, but didn't argue as Andrews finished rubbing in the oil and then wiped his hands.
"Okay, lean back," he instructed. Tommy complied, and then Andrews went to work with the razor, deftly drawing it across the slippery flesh. Quickly, the sparse patch of soft stubble which had begun to spread over the past couple of days was cleared away.
"I seem to recall we had this same problem last time," Andrews said, setting Tommy's erection wobbling with the back of his hand. "Doesn't this thing ever go down?" Tommy giggled, then mimed giving a blowjob.
"I can think of a way," he suggested.
Andrews grimaced. "And get a mouthful of oil in the process? No thanks."
"Then you'll just have to work around it," Tommy pointed out, "and owe me one for next time."
"Your logic," Andrews deadpanned, "is infallible."
In the end, with minimal manhandling, Andrews did indeed work around Tommy's attempts to distract him. Lifting the youth's legs up, so that his heels were resting on the counter's edge, he played the little razor head across the sensitive skin in-between Tommy's thighs.
"One day you're gonna have to go all the way up the crack of your ass," he observed, "but you're lucky, right now you're pretty naturally smooth."
Tommy snaked a hand down, feeling the results. He'd almost forgotten how incredible it felt to go skin to skin, with no hair in the way. Gripping the base of his cock with his fingers, he wagged it at Andrews.
"How do I look?"
The older swimmer sighed. "Incorrigible."
"But hot with it, right?"
Andrews shook his head in exaggerated dismay. "I've created a monster."
Tommy laughed, and slipped down from the counter. As Andrews washed his hands, he moved up close behind him. The older swimmer was a few inches taller, but Tommy's hardness still nestled neatly between his cheeks.
Andrews made eye-contact with him in the mirror. "You're not giving up, are you," he observed. Tommy shrugged.
"Tell me you don't want it, and I'll stop."
A sly smile spread across Andrews' face. "You know I want it."
Reaching back, behind himself and between their bodies, he hefted Tommy's cock in his palm. "Feels like someone's ready for it."
"Uh-huh," Tommy replied, lifting onto his tiptoes as Andrews expertly worked his dick. The twenty year old pulled lube from a drawer and waited for Tommy to hold out his hand.
"You think you can get me ready too?" he asked, pouring a thin trickle into Tommy's palm. The boy nodded, and as Andrews unwrapped a condom and expertly rolled it down Tommy's shaft, he felt the exploratory fingers probing his hole.
Spreading his legs slightly, he leaned forward over the sink and pushed his ass back. "Yeah, that's it."
Tommy started out cautiously, but quickly got into it, sliding first one finger and then a second into Andrews' tightness. It was, he decided, very much like fingering your own butt, except you also got to see the not at all unpleasant sight of your swim teammate's perfectly muscled back while you did it.
Eventually, it was Andrews who got impatient. "Come on, show me what you've got."
Running the last of the lube down his cock in a few swift strokes, Tommy tried to angle it into place. He was so excited, so hard, it was tricky to push his dick down to the right spot. Eventually, though, he felt Andrews' hot flesh kissing his tip.
A slight push with his hips and he slipped inside an inch or so. A hiss escaped from his chest, the surprise of the hot, gripping tightness he found himself contained within. Looking up, he realized Andrews' was watching his reflection, following the rollercoaster of sensations that were surging through Tommy's body.
"You feel incredible," he managed to squeak out through clenched teeth. Andrews grinned.
"You feel pretty fucking amazing yourself. Now gimme some more."
Holding on to Andrews' hips, Tommy pulled himself forward, watching as more of his cock disappeared inside the other youth. Periodically he glanced up, to see if Andrews' was showing any sign of discomfort, but the swimmer merely had a dreamy, satisfied expression on his face.
Eventually he felt his freshly-shorn crotch bump up against Andrews' similarly smooth ass. Tommy bounced a little on his heels in excitement, prompting a groan from Andrews.
"A week ago," he thought to himself, "I'd probably have been grossed out by the thought of this. Now I never want to stop."
"Less thinking, more fucking," Andrews complained, jerking Tommy out of his reverie. Pulling back, he gasped again as Andrews' core tried to hold him in, then let his hips slap forward and buried himself deep inside once more.
Quickly he built up a rhythm, punctuated with Andrews' grunts, the slap of their bodies, and his own groans. Hands gripping tightly onto the taller youth's firm waist, lifting himself almost onto his tip-toes with each stroke, so overwhelming was the need to be as far into Andrews' ass as possible.
"Shit, you're a fucking natural," Andrews told him, his voice thick with lust. Tommy didn't know if he was just being flattered or what, but it didn't matter; the compliment only spurred him on to fuck harder, more aggressively.
"Slap my ass," came the instruction, and Tommy complied, feeling Andrews' hole flutter and squeeze around his cock in response. Tearing his gaze away from where their two bodies were joined, he found Andrews was staring at him though the mirror.
"What?" he gasped, breaths coming short and fast now. "Am I doing it wrong?"
Andrews' shook his head, body rocking back and forth with each of Tommy's thrusts. "I'm just regretting not climbing up on this thing a week ago."
Smiling, Tommy pulled his cock until it was almost out of the older swimmer. "I'd have probably had a heart attack in fright," he pointed out. Andrews laughed, then reached back and pulled his cheeks apart.
"Go as deep as you can," he demanded, and Tommy couldn't do anything but comply.
All too soon, he felt his orgasm building. "I'm close," he admitted, through gritted teeth. Andrews began pushing back, grinding himself on Tommy's cock as the 18 year old found himself nearing the point of no return.
And then he was gone, past that point and unable to hold back any longer, a climax that even after everything he'd done that day felt the strongest yet. Nails digging into Andrews' flesh as it felt as though his heart stopped for a moment, and the only thing that mattered was the cum rushing through his dick.
For a moment he was frozen stiff, and then Andrews was standing up, Tommy's cock slipping from his well-lubed hole as he turned. A hand on Tommy's shoulder, pushing him down to his knees - the youth complying unquestioningly, his head still in a daze - until he was face to face with Andrews' hand a blur on his own erection, untouched until now, until it spewed hot, slick stripes across Tommy's flushed face.
"Oh fuck, yes," Andrews gasped, head thrown back, as he coated the boy's nose, his cheeks with cream. Then looking down, eyes wide and almost all dilated pupil, to see Tommy's surprised expression. "Fuck, that's hot," he observed, then pushed his dick, still drooling cum, between Tommy's half-parted lips, feeling him instinctively gulp around it.
When the sensations were too much, too strong, he pushed Tommy back, to topple over his heels and eventually land on his butt on the floor.
"Holy crap," Tommy managed, eventually. "I mean... fuck." He felt like his heart was hammering in his chest, trying to burst its way out like in a bad science-fiction movie. Gingerly he touched his face, fingertips finding the streaks from Andrews' spray.
And then interrupted by a hammering on the door. "Dude, come ON," someone on the other side shouted, "I need to pee!"
Tommy looked at Andrews with horror, but the older guy just grinned. "My neighbor," he explained, "we share the bathroom."
It didn't do much to reassure Tommy, but then neither did Andrews shouting "so come in!" back. The door practically burst open - Tommy realized, with a fresh jab of shock, that it hadn't been locked all this time anyway - and a tall, beefy-looking senior rushed into the small room.
"Oh, shit," he said, looking down at Tommy's petrified body in the middle of the floor. The boy made a half-hearted attempt to cover his dick, which was rapidly deflating in response to its unexpected exposure. Andrews merely turned to face the sink, reaching for his toothbrush.
"Tommy, meet Jason, practically the star of the football team if it wasn't for that pesky quarterback. Jason, this is Tommy; he's on the swim team."
Jason nodded down, friendly, seemingly oblivious to the shocked expression on Tommy's face.
"Pleased to meet you, Tommy," he said, turning to the toilet and unzipping. Moments later Tommy could hear heavy splashing.
"You know you have cum on your face, dude, right?" Jason said casually, not turning round. Tommy lost his voice completely.
"It's okay," Andrews answered for him, "it's mine."
Jason chuckled. "No shit, Sherlock. And damn, boys, it stinks of sex in here." Finally zipping up his fly, he reached out and snapped on the extractor fan. "Dude! You didn't turn on the fan when you were in the shower! We're gonna get black mold!"
Andrews rolled his eyes at Tommy through the mirror. "We are not going to get black mold."
Jason was insistent. "Yes, we are! We're gonna get black mold and they're gonna keep our deposit!"
Shaking his head with the weariness of someone who has heard an argument several times, but never seen it finished, Andrews paused his brushing again. "We're not, and they're not. It was, like, a short shower and I forgot, but there won't be any fucking mold."
Jason looked like he was ready to argue back, but decided at the last minute just to fume visibly.
"They're talking about black mold," Tommy thought to himself, hands still clamped over his crotch and still sat awkwardly on the floor where he'd fallen back. "They're talking about mold, and I'm naked and I have cum running down my face. This is... crazy doesn't even start to cover it."
Nudging Andrews to the side, Jason washed his hands in the sink.
"So how are you finding swim team, Tommy?" he asked, smiling at the boy. "You're what, a freshman, right?"
Tommy could only stare up at him in dumbstruck silence. Eventually, Andrews came to his rescue.
"I think Tommy is a little bit embarrassed, Jason, y'know?"
Jason frowned. "Oh?" Then "oh!" as realization dawned. "Heh, no worries little dude, nothing I haven't seen before. You share a room with Andrews for a few semesters, you see some shit."
Displaying no sign of remorse whatsoever about his apparent reputation, Andrews winked at Tommy.
"Jason here insists that he's straight."
The guy roared with laughter. "Dude, I'm telling you, you think if I was even a little bit curious I could've resisted some of this?" He slapped Andrews ass, playfully.
Andrews sighed, mock-wistfully. "I guess you're right; my charms are all wasted."
Now it was Jason's turn to smirk. "I think Tommy might disagree, right little dude?"
All Tommy could do was nod, mute. He could feel a thick globule of cum dangling from his chin, but couldn't bring himself to draw attention to it by wiping it off.
It seemed Jason didn't need it pointing out, though. Stepping away from the sink, he bent down until his mouth was right next to Tommy's ear. "Don't worry, dude. Girls tell me it's the best thing for their skin." His entertained chuckle rumbled down Tommy's spine, just as the cum splashed heavily down onto his thigh.
"Good to meet you, Tommy," Jason said, straightening. "Andrews, try to leave me, like, one clean towel okay?" Andrews gave him the finger, while Tommy tried to smile in a way that said "friendly" rather than "mortified". He noticed that Andrews didn't bother to lock the door after Jason walked out, either, though he supposed there wasn't much left for the guy to see.
"Right," Andrews said, decisively, throwing a hand-towel at Tommy's face. "Why don't you wipe that crap off and tell me all about this grand plan."
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After all that fun sex, I couldn't resist giving Tommy some mortifying exhibitionism at the end. Many thanks to Jason, our convenient - and open-minded - straight jock for doing the honors!
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