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The Brownstone on Union Park
- Chapter Twelve -
The rain picked up in intensity and continued to hammer the windows creating a serene white noise effect as Carter returned his arm's grasp to Michael's side and pulled him even tighter. It felt so affirming for Michael to be held in Carter's arms like this.
He was now just as hard as he was when was brought down the stairs earlier that night. Michael was not certain but thought he could feel Carter starting to get equally stiff as he pushed up against his back.
Carter let out a deep exhale and it flowed over the top of Michael's head as he started to drift off to sleep like he did not have a care in the world. Within a few minutes, Carter was unconscious and breathing peacefully again. Michael started to fall asleep too, feeling Carter's body heat radiate from his core while experiencing the rhythmic beating of his heart.
It was bliss.
The sounds of loud and jarring radar beeps emanating from Carter's phone speaker reverberated around the room from a loud to soft "BEEP-BEEP-BEep-BEep-beep-beep..." in a staggered pattern that seemed like it was receding further into the distance.
"Uuhfff... Is it already six-thirty?!" Carter mouthed in a groggy tone as he reached a hand across the nightstand and grabbed his phone to turn off the incessant beeping.
"BEEP-BEEP-BEep-BEe..." and then silence.
Carter canceled the alarm and rolled back to the position he was sleeping in on his side and continued to spoon the back side of Michael.
He considered falling back to sleep for a few minutes but knew that could potentially result in a disaster of oversleeping and missing the ferry, not to mention the ensuing fight he would surely have with James about Michael spending the night in his own room. It would be easier to just take care of things sooner than later.
Michael did not even register the noise from the side of the room where the phone sat on the nightstand. He just had one of the best nights of sleep in his life. It was also one of the first times he did not get cold sleeping in an air-conditioned room like this. Normally, his size and bodyweight always left him cold when the vents were blowing full blast throughout the night. Last night was obviously different.
"Hey Michael, we need to wake up," Carter whispered into his ear while squeezing his back-right shoulder.
Michael's consciousness began to stir with the pressure on his back and the sound of Carter's voice in his ear. The two of them easily could have used an extra hour of sleep, especially with all the drinking from the night before.
"Ugh, what time is it?" Michael asked with his eyes still closed in a dazed manner.
"Half past six, we need to get ready before James wakes up. I'll explain later," said Carter as he began to use both hands to massage Michael's back in an attempt to bring him further into consciousness.
"Mmm..." Michael mouthed.
"Really, let's get up!" he said speaking above his whispers from before.
Michael turned around on his back using his forearms for support to prop his top half up at a forty-five-degree angle. Carter smiled in response of his willingness to listen to his directions and began to get out of bed still unclothed from the night's sleep.
It was technically the first time that Michael got to see him naked from the waist down, even though it was just his backside. It was glorious.
Carter approached the window blinds and raised the shade by pulling the string revealing the light of day. The violent thunderstorm and ensuing downpours from the previous night seemed like a distant memory now that the entirety of the storm cell rolled out to the Atlantic leaving behind clear blue skies and a rising sun.
"Wow, I wasn't expecting that," Carter remarked as he peered out over windows to see a beautiful day starting to transpire.
"Expecting what?" asked Michael.
Carter half turned around looking at Michael to directly answer his question, "It looks beautiful out today, sunshine and blue skies."
The sun streamed into this window and caught the outline of his body marking a contrast of the light against his abdomen, waist, and legs along his backside covered in shadows. The indentation created by the light and shadows above his groin that went into forming his abdominals were a sight to see, they were truly some of the best cum gutters in the South End.
Michael started to pull the sheets off himself in an attempt to get out of bed when he remembered that he was also completely naked. Carter turned around to face him and walked closer fully exposing his front half as if it were no big deal. He was more or less flaccid and yet had a respectable sized cock proportionate to his height. Michael looked up in amazement and for a brief moment forgot that he had a raging case of morning wood.
"Let's see how your ankle is doing, today," Carter inquired and pulled the sheets down toward the foot up the bed.
There was no hiding this time, Michael, was completely exposed and pointing nearly straight up as his testosterone levels were still at their maximum in the early morning. He began to bring his hands closer to his groin area out of instinct to cover himself up when he stopped himself. After all, the two of them just shared the same bed together and slept naked, what would it matter if they each saw one another now?
Carter appeared not to pay any attention to Michael's morning wood and was entirely consumed by the appearance of his ankle. He circled around the bed to get a more in-depth look and sat down adjacent to his leg.
"How's the ankle doing? I'll need to take the taped ice packs off, they've lost their chill by now I'm sure," Carter said and proceeded to unwind the white medical tape around them.
Michael wiggled his foot a little to test the waters and explained, "It's still sore but not as bad as yesterday."
"The swelling has gone down considerably, too," Carter replied and began to place his hands on the foot to assess the healing.
Michael immediately tensed up causing his body and ass muscles to tighten at the sensation of Carter grasping his foot in both hands. Like a reflex, his erect dick jerked slightly when his sphincter tightened.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you," Carter explained when he saw Michael's dick bob up and down and began to rotate the ankle gently as before when he first examined it.
"I think you should be OK with the stairs, going down them at least, for now, but let me know if you want some help," said Carter.
Michael nodded in agreement just as Carter got up and said, "Wait here a second."
Carter quickly exited the room. Michael could hear the dryer door open and the shuffling of clothes followed by a latch being shut. He was expecting Carter to come back in the room but instead, another door shut and then silence. A few moments passed the sound of the toilet being flushed could be heard nearly out of earshot. Carter reentered his room stopping at the door with Michael's clothes from the dryer.
"C'mon, we need to shower," Carter said and signaled for Michael to get out of bed with his free hand.
Michael, still naked with his morning wood, gradually began to inch out of bed carefully placing both hands palms down on the edge as he sat up straight. He placed all his weight on his right foot to stand and gingerly transferred his bodyweight to the left side of his body in taking the first step. Carter carefully monitored the process ensuring that his ankle was actually healing.
"Good job!" Carter quietly exclaimed while watching Michael's erect state bounce up and down slightly with each step.
Michael half smiled while raising an eyebrow and turned his head to the side to signal his disbelief in Carter's praise.
"Ha ha! I'm not talking about your ability to walk!" he jokingly responded while looking down directly at Michael's crotch.
Michael reached the door, now blushing red from embarrassment of his current state, but remained hard. Carter turned around to the hallway and put his arm around Michael's neck and shoulder to soften his facetious remark and exited the room together.
"I'm just joking. No big deal, you're young and it's the morning, so whatever," Carter explained.
But, it was actually more than just that.
He ushered Michael into the bathroom with his arm still around his neck and shoulder. All the lights were left on from when Carter used it a moment ago. He quietly closed the door behind them and locked it by pressing in the metal button on the doorknob.
Michael then realized, he was technically locked in a room with Carter now. His erect state easily maintained itself.
"To make this quick, I'm not going to do the steam this morning. Just the jets," Carter explained and nudged Michael over the lip of the walk-in shower entrance.
He adjusted a few dials and knobs keeping Michael out of the way of the spray until the hot water reached the third level of the brownstone coming from the water heater in the basement several floors below. A few more adjustments and a minute later the perfect temperature was achieved to bathe. Michael squinted harder nearly closing his eyes as he got gently pushed into the spray from the sides and stood directly underneath the rainfall showerhead. It was such a sensual experience to be sprayed with warm water in so many directions all at once in unison.
Michael cocked his head back slightly and tilted upward near the source of the falling water. He could now clearly see Carter facing him directly looking down at his enjoyment.
Michael was smiling and starting to relax.
"Nice, huh?" Carter questioned taking delight in his ability to empathize with Michael's sensual pleasure of the shower jets.
"Mmm-hmm," Michael replied but then gradually began to squint his eyes and purse his lips.
"What is it?" Carter asked, "Your ankle acting up again?"
"No, it's not that. It's all the water from last night before I went to bed. I really need to pee," he explained remaining visibly hard, "But I can't," and looked down.
Carter immediately stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, and got a bottle of clear liquid from a pull-out drawer by the right vanity sink. He quickly re-entered the shower with a devious smile and closed the glass door behind him getting closer to Michael so that both were now directly underneath the rainfall showerhead. Water streamed down the two of their bodies and Michael was confused as ever looking up at Carter with furrowed eyebrows in puzzlement.
"Turn around and face the wall," Carter instructed.
Michael, not knowing what else to do, did as he was told and turned around pivoting on his right foot, securing the turn by tenderly placing his left foot on the shower floor. Carter squeezed some of the contents of the bottle into his right hand and made a fist ensuring it would cover the surface area of his whole hand.
It was lube.
Carter let the bottle of lube rest on the built-in shower shelf and extended his left arm around Michael's chest pulling him in closer making their bodies touch.
"Carter, it's not funny, I really have to pee," Michael protested.
"Shh...", Carter replied and walked a step forward pushing both of their bodies out of the way of the spray and streaming water from above.
Without saying another word or offering any explanation he began to stroke Michael slowly with his right hand gently moving up and down his shaft.
"Well, you're never going to pee like this," Carter reasoned and brought his left hand down lower putting pressure on his stomach and bladder while increasing the speed of his right hand.
Michael moaned in response to both the unpleasant pressure on his bladder and the gratifying stroking action. Carter laughed a little and brought his left hand upwards from the stomach to Michael's chest relieving the pressure.
"Shh..." muttered Carter, "Just go with it."
Michael shut his eyes and concentrated on the warm waves of pleasure with each stroke. Carter brought the effort of his stroking action to the tip of his cock and focused on the head. With each stroke downward, he made a point of squeezing his thumb inward when it rubbed over the base of the head. Michael started to faintly whimper in pleasure as Carter lowered his actual head over Michael's shoulder and began to suck gently on his upper earlobe.
Something about the sensitivity of his ear drove Michael crazy and his knees began to weaken. Carter slackened the stroking action on the head and began to slowly stroke the whole shaft from the base to the top still nibbling on the outer ear lobe. His adeptness at quickly finding Michael's erogenous zones were a mix of luck and experience.
"That feels so goo..." Michael began but was quickly cut off.
"Shh... No talking," Carter replied in a whisper temporarily taking a break from his ear nibbling action.
Michael shut the hell up.
Carter reapplied some additional lube to his right hand and began stroking again returning the focus to the tip of Michael's cock.
"Mmm..." Michael whimpered.
Carter repositioned himself to gently kiss the back of Michael's neck just as he did the previous night before they went to sleep. He further accelerated the stroking action as he sensed Michael readjusting his feet on the slick shower floor. Carter pulled Michael in closer with his left arm and squeezed his chest to steady him.
He felt Michael start to squirm a little and Carter widened his stance on his own two feet to stabilize both of them. He needed to finish him off, and quickly too, if they were going to make it out of the bathroom before James naturally woke up.
Carter began long fast strokes up and down his dick and returned to gently sucking on his outer earlobe of the opposite ear, audibly breathing out in heavy gasps as the pace quickened. Michael's knees began to weaken again causing Carter to readjust his grip around Michael in another attempt to stabilize him.
"Ahh..." Michael gasped as his eyes firmly shut and his own two arms bent at the elbows and flipped upward around Carter's forearm.
Sensing Michael was close, Carter walked them back a step into the stream of water overhead while continuing the stroking action. Michael finally reached his limit.
"I'm gonna cum..." Michael cried in a strained manner as the water from overhead fell on their heads.
Carter was unceasing in the stroking motions, knowing it was imminent, and this time Michael really began losing his grip on the floor as his legs buckled from the mind-numbing pleasure. Now, the weight of Michael was almost entirely being supported by Carter in his left arm while he finished him off with his right. Carter was getting his first workout in for the day.
"Ahh!!!" Michael exclaimed in an inaudible moan as he began to shoot his load upwards onto his own chest hitting Carter's forearm. One, two, three, four and then a fifth spurt of thick white cum exploded out of him as his ass sphincter tightened on each contraction. His prostate was spasming wildly as it began to dump out its contents all over the shower. Carter held Michael's spent cock while the last few dribbles came out and then he gently released his shaft freeing up his right arm.
Carter crossed his free right arm around Michael in a hug and whispered into his ear, "OK, now you can pee," and laughed.
Michael gradually came back to reality and steadied himself on his own feet. The ache in his bladder was ever present and growing but after having gotten off less than thirty seconds ago, he still was too sensitive to do anything.
"Really, it's OK, we're in the shower. Just go," Carter said in an attempt to coax him, "We need to hurry up."
Michael turned his head and looked at Carter with an astonished expression on his face. Carter released his grip from Michael's chest and used his hands to manually turn Michael's head around toward the shower wall.
"Just go," Carter instructed.
Michael closed his eyes and tried to relax his bladder muscles but could not easily release them. He would pee in the shower on occasion when it was just him. But, with another person there, it changed the mental calculus of the situation. He did, however, just get jerked off by Carter, and it was an incredibly intimate moment together. How insane would it really be to take a piss in front of him now?
"C'mon, I just need you to do this for me," Carter pleaded and brought his hands to grasp the back of Michael's shoulders, "Just try to go."
Michael actually felt indebted to him and concentrated further on trying to relax his bladder. A faint trickle started and then his bladder sphincter muscle eventually untightened itself and he began to piss.
"See, I knew you could do it," Carter praised him and slid his right-hand down Michael's shoulder over his bicep and forearm so that it was resting on the outside of his hand.
"It's fine," Carter said in affirmation and then took Michael's hand along with his own and placed it in his stream of urine.
"It's just piss, it's no big deal," he continued to explain as he moved both of their hands closer to the source of the stream.
The piss stream began to drop straight down onto Michael's feet and his legs. The warmth of the water from the shower overhead made the temperature of the urine virtually indistinguishable from the soothing warm shower waters. Michael continued to empty his bladder, the B-vitamins from the previous night made the urine appear darker and more yellowy-orange than he was normally used to seeing. It faintly smelled of the alcohol as well and was quite pungent after being concentrated down throughout his slumber.
After what seemed like one of the longest minutes of his life, Michael finished peeing and completely emptied his bladder. The cum on Michael's stomach and Carter's forearm began to take on a rubber glue like texture from combining with the hot water of the shower leaving the coagulating proteins to exert their effects.
"I guess we should actually try to clean up now," Carter reasoned and took a bar of soap from the shower shelf and started to lather up Michael's belly working on the lingering cum strands before moving down to the groin carefully navigating around his balls.
After peeing in front of Carter, Michael initially felt embarrassed, but now he was actually being bathed by him. It just made him feel little, and most bizarrely, he was enjoying it.
Carter brought the bar of soap upwards to his upper chest and instructed, "Lift your arms a bit."
Michael raised his arms a little and the path of the soap made its way under his armpits tickling him slightly in the process of getting lathered up. Michael giggled. Carter then reached around Michael's backside and slid the bar of soap between his ass checks paying careful attention to get as deep as he could without overwhelming him.
"Ok, you should rinse off now, we need to finish up soon," Carter rationalized and backed up allowing Michael to occupy the center of the shower directly underneath the rainfall showerhead.
Carter then proceeded to lather up his own body washing off the rubbery cum entwined in the hair of his forearm. He quickly washed his own groin area, pits, ass, and finished up on his legs.
"My turn to rinse off," Carter said motioning for Michael to give him some room.
Michael watched the white lather and soap bubbles slide down Carter's body paying special attention to the flow of water down his abdomen. His "V" shaped torso naturally channeled the water into the depression of his cum gutters.
A few moments later they were both washed and cleaned. Carter looked down at the drain in the center of the shower floor and could see some lingering cum hanging over the holes of the drain cover. He applied pressure with the heel of his foot on the surface of the drain and wiggled it attempting to remove the remaining cum. The final few strands dropped down into the drain.
Carter turned off the shower and opened the glass door to retrieve the towels from the heated towel rack. He grabbed two and slung one over his shoulder and unfolded the other.
Michael expected to be handed one but instead, Carter placed it over his head and began to towel dry his hair. He quickly finished the rest of Michael's body and let it rest over the top of the glass shower door.
"Your clothes are on the vanity by the sink," Carter mentioned and began to dry off his own body and exited the shower with the towel around his waist.