Responders

By george gardner

Published on Mar 16, 2006

Gay

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. Certain characters are based loosely on people known to the author, other similarities to actual persons, places, and events are purely coincidental. This story also includes graphic homosexual acts, some by minors. If this material offends you or is illegal in your area please stop now. The name Aquatic Rescue Response has been used with permission of Aquatic Rescue Response of Maine, a Division of R and G Enterprises. Thank you.

Chapter Eight: Not Dinner...

Brad started the water in the shower then quickly stripped off his shorts. Stepping into the stream of water he felt the slight burning sensation that told him the water was exactly the temperature he liked. When he was in the Navy his shipmates joked that his showers were hot enough they could be mistaken for the heat-bloom of a nuclear reactor starting up. Nothing relaxed the muscles better then the heat of the water as it steamed it's way into his body. Brad stood absolutely still as the scalding spray cascaded over his bulging shoulders and down his rippled torso. After a solid two minutes, he reached for the body wash and lather poofy. Soaping himself up he inhaled the strong masculine aroma of the suds. After rinsing Brad stood for just a few moments longer then spun the hot water control shut and slowly shut of the cold water. This gave him an invigorating jolt of icy water. Stepping from the shower, he grabbed the giant over-fluff bath towel to pat himself dry. Still rubbing his head dry he walked into the adjoining bedroom, where Luke already lay naked on the bed. Luke was on his stomach, a pillow propping up his chest, facing away from the bathroom door, an equipment catalog in front of him. Hearing Brad's footsteps he turned.

Feel better?

Brad smiled then threw the towel at his lover.

Yeah, with no help from you!

Hey, I was right here staying out of the way!

By this time Brad had crossed the space from the door to the bed and pounced on Luke. Ravenously Brad kissed his shoulders and down his back almost to his naked ass cheeks then back up again. Tossing the catalog, Luke rolled his arm up behind Brad's neck and kissed his tender lips. Luke shifted his hips so he turned face up beneath his lover, their rapidly hardening cocks met, each throbbing harder and harder. Brad reached down and slowly stroked their cocks in unison as their ball sacks caressed each other. Breathing each other in, Luke and Brad kissed more passionately until both men were panting heavily. Brad then straddled Luke's thighs, leaned down and took his seven and a half inches into his mouth. Sucking gently he allowed his saliva to coat the entire shaft then lightly teased the head tasting the pre-cum. Sitting up he used more saliva to lubricate his own asshole before sliding up Luke's body and pressing the head of Luke's cock against his wet hole. Slight pressure was all that was needed to pass the head by the tight sphincter. Brad closed his eyes with pleasure as Luke slid slowly into him. Sitting now on Luke's hips, he ground his body around, Luke's cock head slapping against Brad's prostate. Riding Luke, Brad allowed the rock-solid penis to almost pull out then rode it down all the way again, using Luke's full length to pleasure both men. Luke started pushing his hips upward in sync with Brad driving himself toward ultimate delight. Luke inhaled sharply about to release.

Not Yet! Not Yet!

Huffed Brad as he ground his pelvis harder into Luke. Finally Luke couldn't take it anymore and exploded into Brad.

UURRGGHH!!!

Jet after jet of thick white cum rocketed into Brad's ass. Luke quivered as Brad rode him for a few more moments then allowed him to pull out with a sticky-wet popping sound. Brad climbed off Luke and sat between his legs. Luke's cock twitched as Brad gently lifted his balls while probing for Luke's hungry hole. Using his own pre-cum and more saliva, Brad lubed up his eight inch cock and Luke's ass. Lifting Luke's legs so they were around his waist Brad moved closer. Pulling him in Brad pushed his cock into his lover. Luke's eyes went wide then relaxed as pleasure took over. He moaned softly. Slowly Brad worked himself inside, thrusting his hips back and forth gently until Luke's ball sack was hitting his stomach. Brad continued thrusting while also stroking Luke's slowly re-hardening cock. Brad kept up his rhythmic thrusts as long as he could but they were soon irregular, causing him to loose control. Brad's penis throbbed as his ball sack tightened spilling its heavenly juices into Luke. Brad's arrhythmic plunges ceased as pulsing of his cock subsided. Pulling out, Brad nearly collapsed onto the bed next to Luke. Pulling Brad toward him, Luke whispered lightly to him.

Looks like your shower was useless, Baby.

Yeah, but now you need one, too. Brad sat up, swung his legs off the bed, stood, and led Luke to the bathroom. Starting the water Brad turned, kissed Luke then stepped into the shower followed immediately by the only man he had ever and would ever love.

Thank you for reading at least this far. This has is my first story I have been confident enough of to post online. Feedback and comments are welcome, however if you feel the need to flame I will, as the firefighter I am, assume that you are on fire and take appropriate action comenserate with my training. Thank you again.

Merman_Resq@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 9


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