HARBORSIDE 11.30.19 A Tale of Two Men by Mike Austin
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Sam looked up to meet Jack's view. He blinked, mouthed the words, MINE- and waited for Jack's reply. The smile and nod from his housemate, measurably gripped Sam's chest; his heart raced, mouth dry, he stood- "Wait a minute there, bud", came Jack's reply; but Sam was undaunted. He reached around Jack's shoulders and gave him the biggest hug he could muster. Jack was unnerved and wasn't quite sure what to do with his own arms? Should he hug back, flail about behind Sam's back, grab his head, turn it slowly and kiss him; WHAT? In one quick snap he smacked Sam's left glute and grabbed his shoulders, pushing the younger mate back- "I was just getting tired of having to answer the door and find you standing there"- Jack admitted the obvious ruse. Sam beamed "my own key, my very fucking OWN KEY". "Does this mean I can also come and go"? Jack tugged at his chin and jaw, "I'm not so sure you can be let free on Bayside just yet, young matey". Both men laughed hard. "This calls for a bourbon", announced Sam; and he poured both a short glass to warm them. "Supper dishes are mine tonight, but we need to set up a chore schedule it seems to me", said Jack. Sam raised his bourbon glass in agreement, turned and began his nightly sofa conversion. Out the corner of his eye, Jack took in Sam's hard butt in his jeans and again pondered, is he the right one? Ms. Gale sure thought so!
"Your shower turn bud, then I'll hit it, so don't use all the fucking hot water jackin off" advised Jack to Sam. Sam turned, gripped with embarrassment, stared at his housemate, unsure of a reply; seemingly caught in his secret event. Jack shot him the finger as he poured another glass of bourbon and tackled the kitchen clean up, both laughted again. "You fucker, it's been a LONG time since I got any, ya know", admitted Sam. Jack's reply, "not nearly as long as for me, matey". "Maybe Ms. Gale might want to get it on with you but resists since you're a boss", suggested Sam. Jack, stunned, looked straight into Sam's deep eyes, "not anywhere near my type, Sam; nowhere near it", then returned to the kitchen. The silence in the room was thick until Jack dropped a pan and exclaimed "fuck". Sam gathered his robe and climbed the stairs to the shower. Jack stared out the small kitchen window, fucking snow starting, just what we don't need, he thought. Shower water roared through the pipes, Jack's cock throbbed at the thought of his housemate, soaped, in a hot water spray, dick erect, balls sagging low and rivulets running down his chest and groin, legs and into the drain; washing the cum away.............
Sam's whistle preceded his stair descent. Jack sat in his chair by the fire, finishing his mail review. Sam pulled the towel off his head, snapped it at his housemate then retreated in mock fear. Jack shook his head, not even acknowledging the younger guy, "better behave boy", his only retort. "Yeah I got your behave" shot back Sam, laughing. Jack gripped the chair arm, stood abruptly and made a mock assault, "Whoa, was just kidding man", sputtered Sam; both broke into laughter. As Jack crossed the room for the stairs though, in one sharp move, he grabbed Sam's towel, twirled it and snapped the younger man's butt through his damp robe. The crack sound echoed in the room. Sam snapped to attention, Jack climbed the stairs announcing "night boy"! "Sam offered, "g'night fucker". Sam was settling into the sofa when he heard the shower began. He drifted asleep, still listening to the water pouring down on Jack.......