Pete

Pete woke up Sunday morning, begrudgingly, as vivid pictures of big hard cocks and hot tight little asses that he had sucked and fucked the past week raced through his mind. His cock was rock hard and engorged with blood and piss. As he stood to go use the bathroom, his brain cramped up from all the booze, sex, and lack of sleep and he could tell it was starting to catch up with him. He steadied himself for a second, than padded his way, naked, to the toilet. He pointed his hard dick down towards the bowl, and a rush of piss and alcohol burned through his piss hole.

"Aaaaaagh," he moaned, as he shook the cobwebs out of his brain.

He dabbed a tissue around his head, to get the last few droplets of pee, flushed, and headed straight back to bed. "Oh, just another hour...," He mumbled to himself.

He tried to close his eyes, but now that he was awake and a little more alert, the images of cock and ass that paraded through his mind again, started to freak him out. He so badly wanted to just be straight again, but he had to admit to himself that sex with men was hot, and in particular, sex with Jason was out of this world. How can this be, he thought? How can the thought of another guy, another fucking guy, get me this jones'd up? It was more than just the sex; Pete knew deep inside that it was the competitive struggle for power and control, man against man, muscle and the will to win grappling and sparring with the other's to gain the upper hand, to be `Top Dog'. That's what really got him sexed up. Yet, his most courageous act as a man, and scariest, was when he was worn down and he finally relented, and he freely gave a part of himself to Jason. Now their sex was a beautiful ebb and flow of top and bottom, easily and comfortably going from one end of the spectrum to the other and back again. With these thoughts he reached down to his cock and could not believe how hot to the touch it was, how hard it was. It flared, almost like a growl, as it slipped in and out of the palm of his hand. His mind was racing; he took a few deep breaths, stopped stroking himself and decided that last night's chat with his Dad had helped quite a bit, and that he should keep going with his confession.

"Hey, Dad, how's heaven treating you today. I hope you're not flirting with Mrs. Gillespie; I know you were always sweet on her. It used to make Mom crazy when you would personally' pick out her tomatoes and sweet peppers, just for her', and make such a grand scene about it. I guess Uncle Tony comes over 3 times a week to help mom run the store, and she says he's pretty good with the sweet talk, but that you were always the one with the silver tongue. I guess we all still really miss you."

"Life down here, as I started to explain last night, is pretty complicated. I think I fell asleep just after I told you the story of Jason's first time with a guy, but before I confessed my own transgressions into the world of gay sex. I should probably start by saying that as Jason told his story, I found myself getting really aroused. I started looking at him not as my best friend, but as a hot piece of ass. I mean here he was talking about having his ass eaten out like a pussy, and I couldn't help but find myself picturing him lying on his back, legs spread high and wide, and a gaping cunt hole slapped right at the center of his ass, winking at me."

"When he finished telling his story, he looked a little sheepish, not knowing how I would react to him opening up to me as he did. As he looked down, I could tell that he took note of my raging boner sticking up from my sweat shorts, and a cute little smile of relief crossed his face. It was at that moment when I really took note at how good looking he was. He has light brown, wavy hair that he keeps fairly short, smoky green eyes, a sharp long nose, full, luscious lips and a smile that can light up an entire room. Athletically, he's in great shape and physically beautiful. He's a bit of a clown, at times, but he's always fun to be around and a great motivator when it comes to pushing me to stay in shape for tennis and keep up with all my class work. In many ways he has become both coach and mentor. I realized, then, that not only would I accept if he made a pass at me, but, I was actually hoping he would hit on me. Or, more to the point, hoping he would suck me off, I was horny!"

"What came out was, `Wow... That, wow.'"

"Yea, it was pretty hot. I still think about Dirk a bunch, he's the only guy I ever... you know, let...,' he paused for a second, fuck me.' He kind of stammered the last part, and then he continued on, `I used to think I was in love with him, that maybe someday, we would be together, but he's married now with a couple kids. When we're both back home, he won't talk to me, he can't even look at me. Anyway, I don't know how this all came bubbling up, I'm sorry. I'm going to head on to bed.' With that he put his hand on my thigh, gave me a little squeeze and pushed himself off the couch and onto his feet. "Goodnight, Pete, thanks for listening. Oh, and don't worry about New Orleans, I understand it could be uncomfortable for you. In the morning, why don't you call Mike, tell him I'll pick up his shifts, if he wants to go down with you.'"

"Oh, right, thanks Jason, that's nice, but...' it was awkward, but I stumbled through, I thought you wanted to go.'"

"Look, Pete, you're a good kid, but I have to be real honest with you right now. You were right to be leery of me coming along with you. I'm attracted to you, have been since the day I met you at the tennis courts. It's taking every ounce of self discipline to keep my hands off you or not to notice how sexy you are right now with your dear in the headlights' look and your fat cock tenting out your shorts. If you were anybody else, if you weren't my best friend, I'd take advantage of you right now. You're just drunk and horny, just looking for some relief. Go upstairs, Pete, and go to bed. Beat off if you can't sleep.'"

"`Who says you'd be taking advantage of me? What if I want you...,' I couldn't bring myself to say it, but then he finished it for me."

"`Suck your dick; is that really what you want me to do, Pete?'"

"I didn't say anything, Dad, I was frightened. He knew what I wanted but was forcing me to come clean before giving it to me. Here I smugly thought he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself, yet I found myself practically standing there with my dick in my hand begging him to blow me."

"He broke the silence, You have to tell me you want me, Pete, or I'm going to bed,' yet he didn't move. He kept waiting, waiting for a response, yearning for something from me to say I wanted him. All I could muster was a nod, but he shook his head, no, meaning not enough, he needed more. Then, before I could think to stop myself, my body made the choice for me, probably was my dick, as that's what usually leads me in these situations, and I walked over to him. I looked down into his smoky green eyes, placed his hand on my throbbing hard dick, my other hand pushing down on his shoulder, directing him to get on his knees. His hand stayed at my crotch, rubbing and squeezing the length of me, but his shoulders and knees resisted. You have to say it, Pete, or I won't do it.'"

"`Come on Jas', you know what I mean.' I tried to grind my dick harder into his hand, but he stood there feeling me up, ensuring my continued arousal, but nothing more."

"Fine, I want you to suck my dick.' I gushed on, I want you to deep throat me, and I want you to take my load...'"

"He cut me off, with a mischievous grin, `So you want me to everything your girlfriends won't do. Is that what I'm hearing?'"

"At that, I had to chuckle, `Yea, that's about right.'"

"With that, he drops to his knees, on his own accord, and licking his lips, proceeds to tug at my shorts. As the loose fitting shorts hit the floor, I step out of them, leaving me naked from the waist down, and my cock like a flag pole sticking out from my t-shirt. He reached for my cock, his strong hand encircling the base, and I immediately knew this was a man who new how to handle a big dick; his touch was all masculine confidence, no apprehension on his part as to what needed to be done or on how to go about it. His kneaded the aroused fleshy head of my penis, as he held it with a surprisingly light touch at my tip. He then lowered his head to sniff the entire length of my engorged cock, inhaling from the top, down the root, and into my balls (that really tickled), and underneath the sack. He seemed to revel in my scent as he exhaled out, sending a cool wind down along my ass crack, causing a stir in my hole and a tingle in my spine. His tongue travels back up along my quivering stick, over the ridge of my flared head, and then lets his soft full lips engulf me. For a second he suckles me into his warm, wet mouth, his tongue darting to and fro; just to give me a taste of his expertise, rises up, and mutters something about being more comfortable in bed, and heads for his room, pulling me along with the root of my cock in his hand."

"Once we are both in his bedroom, he releases my cock, turns to face me and begins to lift my shirt up over my head. With my arms up in the air, and the neck of my shirt not past my head, he stops for a second, and I can feel him drinking in the sight of my naked body. His tongue lightly circles one of my nipples, and then lightly nips at it with his teeth, sending a deep shiver throughout me. A slight groan escapes both our lips, simultaneously, also breaking the silence that was filling the room. After a short pause, he continues removing my t-shirt. He motions for me to get on the bed, but as I crawl up, my ass exposed to his lustful stares, I am keenly aware of him watching my cock and balls sway from behind. I have an uneasy feeling of being prey, but once turned around and comfortably propped up with some pillows; my attention turns back to my aching dick. I gave him a, `let's get on with it look', as I stroked my cock a few times for good measure. He flipped off the lights, and I could feel his weight on the bed as he reached for my cock. I pushed him away, and turned on the bedside lamp."

"`Look, this is probably the only time I'm going to do this, and I want to watch. I'm a guy, remember; VISUALL*Y STIMULATED. Plus, you need to be naked too; it's just weird being the only one without any clothes on.' With a nod of agreement, he gets up and proceeds to strip."

"Now we were finally getting somewhere. I had comfortably planted my naked ass on a big comfy bed, my legs were spread wide for a nice juicy blow job, and I was propped up and ready for a sexy striptease; what could be better?"

"He removed his shirt, and it was my turn to be impressed. Where I am long and lanky, my muscles keeping me light and quick on my feet, Jason is thicker, hunkier; solid. His muscles are round and firm, but not overdone. I give him a whistle and tell him, `Nice 6-pack, cowboy, now why don't you show me that tight round ass of yours."

"He turns a little red with embarrassment, and he says, `You're a real dick you know that, Pete?'"

"`Come on, show me your ass, ya' little tart!'"

"He grimaced with that remark, but accommodated me by turning his backside to me, bended at the waist, and slipped his shorts and underpants across his hips and down his muscular thighs and let them drop to the floor. He held this position for a moment, letting me drink in his beautiful cream colored ass. The only hair I could see was a small tuft of curlies drawing a tight circle around his pink puckered hole. When he bent at his knees to step out of his underpants it was like looking at the back side of a strong stallion, his long cock and big balls hanging down low from between his round muscled flanks. Rising back to a standing position, he turned to face me, his own excitement impossible to hide. `YowZazz' was all I could think, and I knew immediately why girls would get that scared look in there eyes, when they would see my aroused cock for the first time. I knew he would be big, I had seen him soft numerous times in the locker room showers and, in reality, he was probably about the same size as me, maybe a little shorter and wider, similar to how we compared in our overall body structure. Yet, it was still intimidating as he started toward me, his cock bouncing erratically up, down, and all around, sticking out from his perfectly trimmed bush."

"Sensing my fear, he said, You asked for all of this, little man, now it's time to play.' With that he crouched between my thighs, resting one arm across my flat solid stomach as his hand caressed my muscular chest and pinched my hardening nipples. His other hand grabbed and pulled at my plump ball sack, forcing my dick straight up from my abdomen, as his lips enclosed around my sensitive, blood engorged head. He kept his mouth securely suctioned to my tip as his tongue swirled around my head and dipped into my slit looking for some early deposits of pre-cum. Once satisfied that he had gotten all that was currently available, he continued down my root, his wet lips leading the way as they caressed every sensitive inch. Down, down he went, further than any mouth had been before, until my bulbous head hit his constricting throat. He pulled up just a smidge, giving himself one last long breath through his nose, opened his throat, and let me in. He then let out a low moan that reverberated through the entire length of my penis and gave me the shivers. In my excitement I forced my last couple of centimeters into him, grinding my pelvic bone against his nose, and that seemed to be more than he could handle or that he expected I still had available. He pushed me out of his mouth, breathing hard, glaring at my spit slicked weapon, and said almost worshipfully, you have the most beautiful cock, its perfect.' He swooped down and sucked me a few more times, pulled up again, saying, just the right length.' Slurp, slurp up and down my cock, Just the right width.' Slurp, slurp, slurp, a challenge every time.' He started to mouth and lick the sides of my cock, stopping as he reached the top to say, Not monstrous, no, no, or obscenely big; its chiseled perfection.' He mouthed down the other side, then, `Uhm..., perfectly proportioned cock and balls.' With a cow lick up the underside of my dick, he then lashed his tongue against my mushroom head, sort of swabbing the deck, looking for any traces of early cream, and than down his gullet once again."

"Up to this point I was mostly just a voyeur, taking in the hot sex scene, watching his pouting lips slide up and down my cock, unwilling to put myself into the action. As his ministrations intensified, I could no longer resist the temptation, and found myself tentatively rocking my hips with the movement of his mouth, the two of us getting into a nice rhythm. Reaching down, I ran my fingers through his thick hair, pushing and pulling him along the length of me, my hips gyrating, my toes curling. For some time now, he was sucking my dick to a slow boil, but as I got further involved in the blowjob, he intensified the pressure."

"`Oh, Jas', so good, keep sucking me man, God you're good,' I moaned as I pushed his head down hard onto my cock, and holding him there as his throat danced and constricted around me. I felt the pressure of him trying to back off my dick, but before releasing him, I ground my sweaty crotch into him one more time, forcing myself even deeper down his throat. I could feel him starting to gag and choke around my cock, his mouth a throat desperately squirming for freedom."

"`That's it, bitch, take my cock! Take every fucking inch,' I spat as I mercifully released him from my grip."

"He came off my cock with a gasp for air, his breath ragged and raw. Looking up at me with determination and maybe just a tinge of fear in his eyes, he plunged his lips down onto my cock with a fury. Up and down he went, my hips meeting his rhythm, my own breathing becoming labored as the need to cum quickly moving from a slight ache in my balls, to a tea pot ready to blow. My movement became erratic, my breathing ragged as I tried to hold back, not wanting the sensations in my cock to stop."

"`You better pull off, Jas'; I can't hold out much longer, I'm gonna cum. Oh Jesus H. Christ, I gonna fuckin' blow. Pull off or I'm gonna fuckin' choke you!'"

"Jason did not pull off, for that matter; he seemed to suck even harder. Drawing my load of cum up from my balls and into my thickening tube. My dick was engorged with lust, my hips flying off the bed, my fingers crawling through his scalp, forcing myself further down his throat; his throat convulsing around my bulbous head."

"`Aaaaagh, FUCK!'"

"Two blasts shot off, one right after the other, deep down his throat. He pulled off a smidge, releasing me from his throat so the next couple of loads hit the back of his throat and washed over his tongue. A few more globs shot out of my head, as he swallowed hard, causing him to suck out like a straw a few more globs. He proceeded to nurse and suckle my deflating unit until every last drop was removed from my dick, and it rested lazily in his mouth. He rose from my crotch, pulling at my cock, which was more like a fat wet noodle, stretching it until he could no longer hold it in his lips and continue to rise. My penis fell from his mouth with a kiss, splattering cum and spittle onto my sweaty stomach."

"Hovering above me, out of breath; still trying to swallow bits of cum as he savors my flavor, and mumbles, that was so hot, Pete. Your dick is amazing!' He swallows hard, leans down to suckle my now flaccid dick in his mouth, cleaning up the last remnants of cum that have oozed out from my slit, releases me, and says The way you took over was a complete mind fuck... Pete? Pete, are you ok? I'm sorry if... Pete... Are you awake?'"

"I could hear him faintly, but it felt like he was worlds away. My mind and body were numb, and I was too tired and overwhelmed to respond. He reached over me, his own hard cock pressing into my side, turned out the light, and snuggled up against me. Our naked bodies together felt nice."

"Unless I was dreaming of blowjobs, which I guess is possible, I swear that intermittently throughout the night, I could feel Jason taking me into his mouth, sucking me, but never letting me get to far along, or enough to really wake me up. As dawn approached, and the first few sprigs of light shone through the window, I felt him rustling on the other side of the bed. Again, I dozed back asleep. Then I felt him jacking me off, but his hand was wet and slick. Still holding my dick up, he stops stroking, but again there is rustling in the bed. Curious, I open my eyes to Jason, who is now straddling me, his ass hovering just above my dick. Our eyes meet for just a second, than he lines me up with his puckered hole, draws a deep breath and proceeds to lower himself onto me; the first inch or two gliding in fairly easily."

"Oh, that's a big dick. Oh, shit, big mistake.' He took a couple quick breaths to calm himself, rose up a little, to gain some momentum, and pressed himself down another couple inches, this time my head bouncing into a rubbery elastic ring. More deep breaths, then he says, `I can do this, God it's big, but I can do this. I know I can.' Again he rises up, pushes down, and I crash through his tight ring, and his ass is hovering just above my pubes before coming to another abrupt stop."

"`Want some help?' I ask. But before he can answer, I slam my hips up as I reach out to his hips helping him to push his way down the last inch or so. We both exhale, and enjoy the moment. He takes a second to collect himself; he is dripping in sweat, his ass clenching and unclenching around my hard cock, kissing it, milking it, and pinching it, desperately trying to cut it off at the root so he can shit it out. After swaying his hips to make some extra room to move, he slowly begins to fuck himself on my pole, sliding up and down my hard cock, and I can see from his face that the initial pain has changed to pleasure. At first my mind is only focusing on the tight ass sheathing my cock, but as Jason picks up speed, I notice that his own cock, bobbing above me, starts smacking my abdomen to the rhythm of our fuck. I reach out and touch his dick for the first time. It's hot to the touch, and it jumps in my hand. I stoke him, my closed fist rubbing through the flared edges of his mushroom head."

"Oh, that's it Pete, you know what a man likes. Just do what you know and love. Yea, that feels great!' Then he leans in and whispers, I want you to really fuck me, take me from behind like a bitch. Will you do that for me?' He leans back at an angle that allows my cock its deepest penetration yet, and stares me in the eyes."

"I nod my agreement, and with a smile he raises himself off of me. Looking down at him in his crouched position, it almost appears as if a shiny, golden, phallus shaped turd is being shat from his open ass. Once off, he turns himself over and raises himself on all fours, sticking his flaring red, opened ass up in the air, showing me how ready he is for a hard fuck. He looks back at me as I admire his low hanging balls, and give his hot ass a quick smack."

"`Do you mind greasing me up a little more, as I was pulling out it started to feel a little dry. The cream is on the bedside table.'"

"I reach over, leaving one hand on his muscled ass for support, and pick up the tube, squeeze some onto my fingers and turn my attention back to his ass. It was obvious to see that his chute was still opened from the dicking I gave him a few moments ago, as his gapping hole winked at me in anticipation. I eased a couple fingers up into his ass, and was amazed at how alive it felt; the walls of his ass sucking my fingers deeper and deeper into him. I moved my other hand down to his dick, and started a steady stroke, all the while seesawing three fingers in and out of him. He let out a guttural growl, and then he groaned, `I'm... uh, uh, I'm... I'm ready. Do it. Fuck me some more.'"

"I figured that at this point we were through with the pleasantries, and so I fit my head at the entrance and pushed onward. I pushed through pretty easily, but was slowed a little as I passed through his sphincter. The feeling was incredible, so I backed up in order to push through again, his tight sphincter pulling at the flared ridges of my head, forcing a groan from deep down in my chest. Back and forth with short fast stokes, I passed in and out through this delectable tight ring, each of us ooohing' and aaaahhhhing' every time my head pulled or poked through to the other side."

"Not wanting to over stimulate myself, I barreled on through his tight tunnel, continuing on until my dick was buried deep in his bowels and my pubes were smashed against his sweaty ass. Pushing these last several inches into him with one fell swoop seemed to take the wind out of Jason, so I held myself still, feeling his ass muscles grip and grind at my cock as it adjusted itself to my girth. I rested my hips on the round curves of his ass cheeks, my chest laying flat against his strong wide back, my arms encircling his chest. I encompassed him like a sweaty hot blanket, and this seemed to help calm his ragged breathing. My lips were kissing at his ears and neck, the smell of shampoo and sweat filling my nostrils. As he relaxed around me, I started to move my cock within him, starting out short and slow, building up the length and speed of my strokes as I felt him gyrate below me. I reached a hand down from his tight titties, sliding over his sweaty stomach, down through his wavy bush, stopping a sec to twirl my fingers through his hairs, and, finally, reaching for his throbbing cock, stroking him off to the rhythm of my fucking. I moved my clenched fist up over his flared ridge, covering and squeezing his spongy penis head. As my fingers slid over this ultra sensitive part, his cock gave a lurch and several dollops of pre-cum oozed from his head. I swabbed at his slick cream, digging my fingertip a little into his slit, scooping up his stuff onto my finger, raising it first to my nose, to see if he smelled ok, then to my lips for a quick taste. Sucking on my finger, lapping at his cream, I thought to myself, `not bad, not bad at all; Tasty.'"

"Finished with my treat, I started to intensify my thrusts, slamming hard into his ass, my balls slapping against his backside as they swayed below. I was starting to work myself into lather; really fucking him now, deep, hard and fast thrusts, and my open hand intermittently smacking him flat on his ass, just to remind him who was fucking who. I could tell, though, that my weight was starting to get heavy, and his knees started to slip until finally he was splayed out wide with his dick being ground into the mattress, as I pounded his ass mercilessly from above. I could tell that it was hurting him by the sounds of his grunts; I pulled out, and slapped him on the side of his ass, telling him to turn over on his back. Without thought, once on his back he raised his legs high and wide, forcing his asshole open for my return. This time, his ass was completely mine, and he gave no resistance to my entrance, as I slid unhindered into his gaping, soar hole. I was mesmerized as I watched my dick disappear into his ass, feeling his body shudder as I slid into him and seeing his eyes bug out as his ass sucked me in like a vacuum. I looked deep into his eyes as I started to fuck him, alternating from long dicking him from tip to root, sometimes leaving just the tiniest tip inside his lips, in order to feel the pleasure of entering him again and again and again, to short sharp jabs that were sure to knock against his prostate, teasing him to his orgasm. At some point, my mind entered a FUCK zone, the only thing that mattered was the tight spasmming hole that was wrapped around my engorged dick. I could feel my own orgasm build up inside me, and although I never wanted the feeling to end, I also could not wait to bury my exploding dick deep inside his bowels. Feeling my hot cum splash against his ass walls; splashing back against the torrent of cum and washing my cock in its own spittle."

"I was brought back home, as his asshole bit down hard on my dick. Jason was writhing underneath me, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist. I leaned in to kiss him, our chests heaving together, our tits rubbing against each other, causing shivers to run through us. We were completely connected in body and spirit, hearts beating as one, when I felt his cock expand against my stomach. He released from our kiss, threw his chest out, his head back and bellowed, `Keep fucking me Pete! I'm gonna cum, but just keep fucking! Oh, YEA, baby pound me, you son of a bitch, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK'nn FUCK!' A gush of hot sticky come shot up between us, large globs smacking our chins and running down our necks. I could feel his dick trying to sway beneath me, but he was trapped between our hard stomachs, as it shot load after load onto our hard, sweaty cum slickened chests and abs. We were both drenched with cum."

"While he came, his ass was like a toothless old whore sucking on a dick too big for her mouth; writhing and sucking at my cock; his hungry ass milking me for my frothy cream. This brought me over the edge; I grabbed his legs and pushed his knees to his head and began pile driving into him. Sweat dripped off my nose as I continued pounding him harder and harder, my fucking motion pushing him further and further up the bed until his head was knocking hard against the headboard; Bang! Bang, bang. Bang! Bang, bang... I couldn't control myself, my dick was on its own page, and my dick wanted to cum! I leaned in for another kiss, and my load shot out from my dick. A deep guttural groan belched down upon him, as our lips were locked together in lust. My dick absolutely exploded; huge quantities of cum being spewed forth, drenching his insides, cooling the hot fires burning in his ass."

"Unable to keep our lips together, as I was convulsing on top of him like a crazy man, I buried my head in his neck and shoulders, my ass muscles flexing to push out my cum from deep, deep down within my loins."

"`Oh God, I'm still cumming, oh God...Oh God, Jesus, FUCK!'"

"I slowly started to come down from my high, I think I was delirious for a second, and started to slowly rock back and forth, feeling the friction of our skin rubbing against one another. My dick started to deflate a little as one last large globule was pushed through my tired dick, tingling as it oozed out my piss slit. I got the shivers as another smaller convulsion slipped along my tube, Ooohh, yeaaaaah.' then I groaned, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, that was... that, oooh that was fuckin HOT.'"

"We stayed locked together in the afterglow, our ragged breath returning to normal. Eventually my limp dick eased itself out of Jason's ass with a `pop', slipping down to rest along his sensitive crack. I released his legs from my grip, letting them fall onto the bed, but I stayed on top of him. Raising my chest and looking down upon him, I began to caress his chests, massaging his thick cum into his skin, circling his wet nipples with my index finger."

"`Well, I guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you too,' I said with a wry smile."

"`Man, you are such a geek,'"

"He pulls me towards him, maneuvers us where we are lying on our sides, facing one another, legs and arms entwined and kisses me. My soft, full lips accepting his; his tongue searching out mine, dancing a slow dance."

"We stay this way for awhile, neither of us saying anything, just listening to one another breath; both of us are completely spent. Eventually, though, we unhook ourselves from one another; our bodies were creating way too much heat, and Jason takes a couple investigatory sniffs. He seems to target the smell, and heads towards my stinky armpit."

"Dam, dude, you need a shower.' He slaps my ass as he jumps out of bed, and yells, Come on, Pete, lets go!'"

"First off,' I say, you are way too perky for...' I do a double take at the alarm clock, `...for 6:30 in the morning. Secondly, I'm not your boyfriend, you can't...' I stopped myself from continuing, and immediately regretted my last statement."

"Jason's a smart guy, or maybe he's been in this situation before, I don't know, but regardless, he let it all slide by and said, `I knew all this wasn't going to last, I could feel myself losing you as soon as we unhooked from one another, I guess I was just hoping it could continue long enough to shower with you. We're both stinky, we both need to shower. Not too mention my shower's way better than your crappy little one upstairs. Afterwards I'll treat you to some breakfast. After that, I'll leave you alone, no pressure.'"

"I just stood there grimacing, mulling everything over in my head. He shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave when I said, `is your shower really that much better, or are you just trying to string me along?'"

"He stops and turns, `Um...well, probably a little of both, but I can tell you this, the shower pressure alone is out of this world.'"

"I guess I liked his honesty, because I found myself following him into the bathroom. When I got there I was in shock. His Grandmother's house is a typical older home, a 1920's 2-story Craftsman, if I'm not mistaken, built efficient and utilitarian; no modern amenities. His bathroom did not fit into this mould, and was obviously recently upgraded with a double sized Jacuzzi bathtub and separate standing shower twice the size of the cramped little shower I had use of."

"Grandma loved her Jacuzzi; she needed it for her physical therapy. She loved to sit and soak herself in the warm water a drink highballs. One time, drunk as a skunk, she told Nurse Maddie that she didn't want to get out because the jets felt good on her pussy. I guess she thought if she waited long enough she could have her self an orgasm.'"

"`What?'"

"Oh, I forgot, you never met Grandma, she was a little coo coo. In the end, I think she finally did get her orgasm, we heard her moaning out Helen! Helen!' in a throaty tone, then we heard her drink crash to the floor. Nurse Maddie and I ran into the bathroom to see grandma slumped over with a grin on her face."

"`You mean she died in here? Your Grandma fucking died in that Jacuzzi right there; from a fucking orgasm?'"

"`Well, the coroner says that she died from heat exhaustion and booze. I think she was hallucinating, slipping in and out of reality, thinking her old girlfriend was sloppin' on her cunt, and had a heart attach from all the excitement.'"

"`That's sick, Jas.'"

"`Yea, I rarely use the Jacuzzi, it goons me out a little.'"

"Shrugging his shoulders, Jason jumped in the shower first, tuned on the spray, and beckoned for me to get under the water first. I did as he asked, and quickly forgetting about his grandma and agreed how much better his shower was than mine, `I can't even turn around without banging my elbows on something.' I said. I continued to luxuriate under the water, as the strong, steady stream massaged my taught muscles. He starts soaping up my chest and stomach, washing away the mixture of cum and sweat, then turns me around and continues over my back and shoulders. He finds a couple tight muscles, and digs his thumbs deep into the tissue, smoothing and relaxing them. All the while we were bantering back and forth, like always, somehow the fact that we're naked in the shower together as he washes my body, not being a big deal."

"Finished with my topside, both front and back, he crouches down to soap up my legs. He spends extra time on my ass, squeezing and pulling at my round butt cheeks, causing my crack to open and close. A soapy finger slides along my crack, his knuckles scraping against my hole as he massages my scrotum. I clench my ass, pinching his finger in protest, but not before my dick gives a slight jerk as blood rushes to my bloating head. He quickly retreats, continuing down my sinewy muscled thighs and calves. Finished, he turns me around to wash my feet and the front of my legs. I can't hide my dick, it's just too big, not hard, mind you, but elongated and fat, rubbery feeling as it bounces in front of his eyes. He takes me in his mouth as the water washes over me. He quickly moves his hands up my legs and massages my inner thighs, my dick gives a lurch, and I am officially hard again. The mixture of all these sensations is overwhelming me. Keeping one hand to circle my inner thigh, his other hand reaches to play with my balls, again reaching out a long finger to slide along my puckered hole. The accumulation of all these sensations, new and old is quickly bringing me over the edge. I feel juices bubbling up from my loins into my sack, the familiar ache to cum rising within me, when he pulls off me with a sucking `pop' sound. He leaves me hard, wanting to cum, but really no where near the point of no return."

"`He's smart, huh, pop?'"

"He rises up with a groan, both our hard dicks bobbing against each other and hands me the soap. He smiles devilishly and says, `Your turn.'"

"I knew what was up, hell, it could be hitting me in the face pretty soon, but I chose to postpone any immediate decision, hoping the moment will dictate my actions, and start soaping up his front. Somehow he gets me talking sports again, as I wash each part of his sexy, manly body. I'm only half paying attention, though, my dick raging on as his smooth taught skin entices me to explore his every crevice. As I reach his ass, I mimic him from earlier by sliding my finder along his crack, bumping his hole as I glide by to play with his balls from behind. I go a step further though, sliding my other finger into his ass. His insides are still filled with my sticky cum, and I use my finger to dig at the large globules, watching them slide out of his ass, down his legs and into the drain. He grunts in discomfort, his ass still really soar from the pounding I gave him, but he tells me to keep going, that he wants me to clean him out good. Satisfied with my work, I tap his leg, indicating him to turn around."

"There it stood, Dad, bouncing hypnotically in front of me, mesmerizing me. I reached out and grabbed him in my hand as I sat back on my haunches, and stared at his flaring cock, feeling the blood surge through his veins, pumping him up to fullness."

"I couldn't do it, Dad. Something was holding me back, guilt maybe. I rose to face him, shaking my head, `I just can't do it Jason, I'm sorry. I'm just not ready for this yet.'"

"I could tell that he was disappointed, but he tells me that it's ok, kissing me as he binds our two cocks together in his hand, and starts to stroke us off. Again, as I feel my cum boiling up, he stops his stroking, turns his ass to me and says, `Just slip between my thighs, my ass is still too soar, but I want to feel you one last time.'"

"I soap up my dick, slip it down along his crack, and bounce my head against the back of his balls as I stroke myself in and out between his tightly clenched thighs. I suction my chest to his back, wrap my arms around his waist, and rest my chin on his shoulder as I watch us grind together in the mirror through the shower glass. I reach down and start stroking his dick, quickening my pace as my hips flail along his inner crack. I curl my toes on top of his feet as I feel his body tense around me. The need to cum is rising quickly in both of us, my fist encircling his hard fat tool, stroking him on to orgasm as his thighs grip at my own seesawing cock."

"`OH!' he shouts, bucking his ass against me before lunging his hips forward, his cock expanding in my grip. His eyes lock on mine in the mirror as cum fires from his cock, shooting out from his tip, spattering against the glass. My own orgasm follows right behind him, his muscles writhing against my pole, taking me over the edge. As I start to shoot, my knees give out on me as I start to shake."

"Agh, shit!' I loose my balance and fall back as cum shoots straight up in the air. Still holding onto his waist we fall back, my cock like a fire hose spraying cum everywhere, my tailbone hitting the shower floor hard. Fortunately for him, he falls harmlessly into my lap just before being showered in cum, as it falls back to earth. I push him off of me, rolling onto my side, sharp pains shooting up my back and spine, Awe FUCK, that FUCKING HURT!'"

"`Pete, are you all right? Dude, I can't believe you just fell like that. You shoulda seen...hah, hah, you shoulda seen your face.' He starts laughing at me, I'm writhing on the floor in pain, and he's fucking laughing at me, Dad. Can you believe this shit?"

"He continues on through his smirking, you had your I'm cumming face' on, when all of a sudden, he, he,' your eyes bug out and your lips make this funny surprised O' shape, then all I see his your hands grabbing for my waist, pulling me down with you as cum spurts out of your cock.'"

"Still chuckling at me, he hovers over me, pulling me back onto my back, he smiles down and says, I'm sorry man, but that was fucking funny.' As the ache in my tailbone subsided, his laughter got me going too, and I start guffawing at my own awkwardness. Water spraying down upon us, he kisses me again, even when you're a clumsy oaf, your still manage to be so fucking sexy.'"

"First, helping me to stand, he turns off the shower, and starts drying me off with a big fluffy towel. So Pete, what did you mean when you said earlier that you weren't ready YET.''"

"`You mean in the shower?'"

"`Dumbshit! Yea, in the shower, with my dick in your face!'"

"Well,' I said, Somehow you got me to beg you for sex with just a few shots of tequila in me, I can only image what you'll get me to beg for when we're down in the French Quarter, shit faced and sexed up.'"

"Well, Dad, I hope you aren't too disappointed in me, but if you are, trust me this is only the tip of the ice berg. The sex only gets hotter and dirtier during the week Jas' and I party down in the Bayou."

"I should probably get up and go talk to Jason, though; I was a real dick as we headed into Austin last night. New Orleans was like a costume party, I was able to be someone else, free to explore my sexuality, but Austin was home, where the reality of what I did stung me in the face. Gay, straight, how was I possibly going to come to terms with my desires? How could I face my teammates in the locker room? Could I look at their hot, athletic bodies and not get aroused? Will everybody immediately know, am I somehow marked, my desire for hot sweaty man on man sex forever tattooed on my soul."

"What about Jason, Dad? I hope I didn't blow it with him; I was so cold and awful to him, blaming him for my actions. He just took it all, not saying much, letting me vent, but I know he was really hurt. It was dark in the car, but I think I might have made him tear up."

"I don't know, Dad, I think I might... I think... I think I might love him, Dad. If I do, are you going to be cool with that? I need you on my side, Dad. Sometimes you are the only one I can turn to, ya know, to bounce off all the crazy shit that fucks with my brain."

"But I also need Jason. I need to go down stairs and see him, to talk to him, if he'll let me. Tell him that I'm sorry."

"I love you, Dad."