Abe was still goggy as he got into the bathroom. He passed his father who muttered someting about his t time and that Abe's mother was gone too.
Everyone was in a hurry that Saturday morning. Abe felt like he was in slo motion compared to everyone else.
With everyone gone, he left the bathroom door open and pulled his jockey shorts off. Walking naked, he went back into his bedroom to get his towel which he left there the night before.
He stood in front of the window stretching, inhaling the sweet morning air and rubbing his half hard penis a couple of times.
Returning to the bathroom, the normal morening chores of teeth brushing, shaving the few hairs he had on his face, sitting on the toilet, each seemed to happen in slow motion and each step brought him further awake.
The hot water sprayed down on him and he relished the sensations. Some morning showers are quick, cleansing and limited enjoyment. There are those mornings when he took his erection in hand and stroked himself while fingering himself until his body erupted leaving him breathless and empty.
This morning was different, he moved and turned letting the hot spray massage, tingle and pulse on his head, neck, shoulders, lower back, buttocks, thighs, chest, belly, crotch. It was good.
He jumped as the shower door opened. In a mental flash he figured his father had come back to yell at him about something he'd done' Perhaps the pot he smoked at the party the night before. Or the car accident he was in with Pete last weekend. Or the fact his room was messy or ....
It was Pete. He always looked fresh. A smile that radiated warmth, short blonde hair that promoted him to the potential surfers of america, a long lean body that told people he was on some swim team. He was none of these.
Pete was Abe's friend, neighbor and the only one who seemed in sync with Abe. Without even talking if he felt like hanging around the house so did Pete. If he wanted to go out just to get away from the house, Pete did too. If he had to hit the school library for a theme paper, Pete needed to do it too.
It wasn't that Pete was a hanger on. Sometimes it was Pete who said he had to or wanted to do something and it always matched what Abe wanted or had to.
They were like brothers but closer. Even their parents seemed to talk about them as if they were twins.
Pete was naked. His cock was rock hard. He just stepped into the shower stall.
"Great, I like it hot" he turned in the spray talking about the party the night before and the fact his folks and Abe's were away all day long.
"You ever kiss a guy?" Pete asked Abe matter of factly. Abe, without thinking about why Pete asked the question, shook his head. As Pete moved close he waited and soon was holding his naked friends body against his.
They kissed, exploreing inside each others mouth with their tongues. Their hands had felt each others bodies while playing, wrestling or massaging. But that day was different. Their hands seemed to explore as if they were strangers.
Their erections played their own game of sword fighting. They used soap and rinsed and they held each other's testicles, fingered each other's buttholes and stroked each other's cocks till pre cum mixed with the shower water.
Still naked they moved back to Abe's bedroom and expanded their play to include 69 and finally anal penetration, taking turns back and forth until first one then another exploded.
The morning wasn't over yet as they lay naked together as friends turned lovers.
Pete explained "I just thought it was time"
Abe sighed, "yeah, me too"