He felt the hand grip his buttock and the other wrapped tightly around his erection. His lungs hurt with each breath trying to get deeper and bigger. His heaving chest rubbed against flesh feeling the rough chapping of the nipple rings against his unpierced flesh. His arms held on as if he were about to slide off into an ocean of anonymity. His butthole itched and thighs trembled.
There was no spare air in the room. Even the window fan didn't solve that. Sweat poured from his armpits and ballsac. They ached - each testicle felt swollen and near bursting size.
He didn't know when it would all end. He didn't want it to end. His body ached to make it end.
His throat gargled salava nearly chocking him.
His lower back muscles were so tight they hurt more then his clenched layers of his abdominal muscle groups.
The sheets were wrapped as the blanket had long ago been kicked away from the flailing limbs that brought the crucial moment closer and closer.
When it began, something deep inside him, never felt before seemed hot, knotted and painful like someone inside him had stabbed an organ.
He gasped for air with each pulse that released fluid from him. He felt it travel the length of his penis and the stinging pain of his piss slit as it escaped.
Each sperm stream that escaped seemed like the last, then his body convulsed as if vomiting out more and more of the un needed and unwanted fluid.
He gasped for air with each convulsion. There was no control. Everything that had happened stimulated his body to do what it needed.
He lay there unable to catch his breath. Hands that had gripped his flesh had relaxed. Legs that were entangled lay still.
His stomach rose and fell slowing the blood flow. Muscles still clenched slowly relaxed.
"Shit" the voice was half whispered. His parents were in the next room. He wondered if they had heard what went on.
It started like horse play. They were used to hearing that. The noises grew hushed as the laughter turned to kiss muffled passion.
"wanna fuck" the words were neither a question or warning. It was a comment.
He rolled over and felt the hands slide down his back over each mound of his ass and down his strong thighs.
Fingers parted his buttocks and the warm and wet feeling initiated another gasp as a tongue moved down the anal cleavage and over his butthole.
There had been no discussion, no intention, no warning and no anticipation.
He was surprised that his body, spent of sperm, readily accepted the intrusion. It hurt but he relaxed and continued to breath feeling the muscles stretch...feeling the thickness enter him.
The flesh lay on top of his. His legs parted feeling other thighs against his. He looked at the mirror across the room to see silhouettes and moon lit shapes. Then he closed his eyes to concentrate on what he could feel rather then strain to what he couldn't see.
It rubbed him inside sometimes sending shivers through him, other times just rubbing. Without deciding to, he met each move taking it as deep as he could inside him.
"Shit" the half whispered word was heard again. He discovered new reactions to what he had felt before. Those were strangers or relatives. This was different.
More weight pushed him against the mattress and arms encircled his shoulders tightly keeping him trapped.
Each move seemed more desperate and the sound got louder. He worried his parents would hear. He was an adult but still lived there. They didn't know.
"shit shit shit" words were heard now with each movement, faster and harder. He knew what was happening inside him. He wished he could feel the streams that landed against his intestines. He thought he felt the thickness get larger each time, but wasn't sure.
Then quiet except for the breathing in his ear. LIke his own earlier, the airflow got easier and easier with time.
The body that pressed his slid on the layer or persperation that had been sandwich between them. There had been sweat before though their bodies wrestled then. This was different.
He inhanled deeply to taste the odor that filled the room. It was a mixture of musk, cum, sweat and sex.
He didn't want the body to move off him. It felt warm. It felt protective. It felt like it belonged where it was.
"You ok?" the half whisper came again. He nodded and then giggled realizing that his affirmation couldn't be seen.
"yea you?" he asked.
"Shit you kiddin?" the body moved away letting a wave of cool air flow across his body. He shivered.
"If I had known before" he said. "so dumb"
The lips pressed against his. "I knew" the answer made him feel even dumber.
"It was time" the voice said. He felt the nipple ring and toyed with it. The chest was smooth though there was a line of hair, now matted, that ran from the belly button down to the patch of pubic hair.
He held the cock, no limp with action but meaty nevertheless.
"Shit" he said it this time. "I wish I had told you...."
"You did many times, you didn't know it but you did"
"So what's up?" Arthur arrived after the phone call. His shirtless chest displayed the nipple ring he had gotten in Palm Springs a month before. Cory, the man with whom he had been having an affair held him in place while another man pierced the flesh.
"Uh gotta tell you something" Clint sat on the seat of the swing where he had played as a child. Art sat next to him where he had sat long ago as well.
Childhood friends, friendly competitors in sports, high school buddies, sharers in other adolescent experiences, partners in double dating, traveling friends during the summer after high school and friends till though goign to different colleges.
"I'm gay" he said it after taking a deep breath. There was no answer.
"Did you hear me?"
"I heard. Tell me something, did you ever have you know thoughts about me?" Art seemed just as stressed as he.
"Uh well, you know guys jacking off think of all kinds of stuff even straight guys" Clint said trying to avoid telling the truth to his presumed straight friend.
"It's ok, tell me honestly" Art stood in front of him now. His aroma filled Clint's lungs. The usual bulge in his crotch stared at him.
"Yes. I've had thoughts, dreams, fantasies and ..." Clint blurted it all out, confessing all, knowing his friend would probably walk away.
"Good" Art said
Clint looked at him the question an expression on his face.
Art took his hand and put it on his crotch.
"What?"
"You think I got this because I like jewelry?" Art flicked the ring that hung from his left nipple. "I'be been fucking guys since high school. Thought you would hate me"
"Even if you were straight or I were, I'd never hate you, hell we're like...." Clint wasn't sure how to finish he statement.
"let's see what we're like. Your folks home?"
They moved inside the house and upstairs to Clint's bedroom. His parents would come home during their naked wrestling that became love making.
They were used to hearing the sounds of their son and his friend horsing around.