WEEKEND IN HOUSTON By Chipster071053@yahoo.com
This story is mostly true...I really didn't have to add a whole lot to it, because it was a wild weekend and didn't need much added. If sex between consenting adults offends you, or such subject matter is illegal where you are, then read no further.
At this point, I have to add that the names have been changed to protect those who may or may not be innocent.
I'd also appreciate your comments. This is my first effort at erotic writing and I'm sure some of it is not very good, so if you want to help me polish this story, please let me know. If you have sound criticisms, please send them. If you want to flame, go elsewhere.
CHAPTER SIX: The Last Morning
It was early Sunday morning when Don woke up. I was still asleep all curled up behind him, my limp cock nestled between the cheeks of his buttocks, my left arm lying over his waist.
Don had to go to the bathroom, so he slowly pulled away from me, trying not to wake me up, with no success. I grabbed him and pulled him back to me, giving him a kiss on his shoulder and then nibbled at his earlobe. He stayed with me another minute or two, but began to protest that he had to go down the hall and take care of nature's business.
I began to feel the calling, too, so I decided to join him. While I had hopes we'd be able to fuck one more time before I had to leave, I knew we'd better get to the shower room. With any luck, maybe we could have one last fling in there.
Pulling on our shower wraps one more time, we headed down the hall and locked ourselves into separate toilet stalls. Seconds later, someone came in and took the stall on the other side of me.
We took a leisurely dump, playing footsies under the wall of the stalls. Since we both knew there was someone else there, we had to control our giggling. We were acting like two little kids in there, trying to pin each other's foot, and not doing a very good job of hiding our glee. I wondered what the guy in the next stall was thinking as I finally cried out "Uncle" and told Don he had won.
I heard a toilet flush, and Don said he was going to take a shower. I suddenly realized that I was covered in Don's dried cum again and I needed to clean up, too. As I came out of the stall, the door next to me opened. Out came the guy we had seen in the shower room yesterday afternoon, the one Don didn't know. I didn't have the wrap on since I was going around to the showers, and was surprised that he didn't either. I was equally surprised that he had a woodie sticking out about six inches in front of him that he made no effort to cover. He was checking me out, too. He had to notice the crusty spots all over my chest and legs.
I walked around the corner and into the shower area, turned on the shower next to Don, hung up my wrap and climbed in. As I started to close the curtain, I saw the guy had followed me in and took the shower across from me. He didn't close the curtain as he stepped in. I reached up to close my curtain, the noticed he was looking right at me, and then he began to slowly jack himself off under the cascade of water.
I was mesmerized by what I was seeing. Here was a total stranger showing himself off to me in public. And I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Don, not knowing that the other shower curtain was open, pulled his back and saw the same thing. The guy's eyes darted back and forth between Don and me, obviously getting more excited by the fact that two were now watching his show.
Don stepped out of his stall and moved into mine. He whispered into my ear that if he wanted to give a show, we could give him a better show and began to rub my cock.
This seemed to turn the guy on even more as he worked himself over, keeping his eyes glued to what we were doing, just as we were watching him.
I couldn't get hold of Don's dick behind me, so we swapped positions. He stood in front of me while I held him. Then he bent over slightly and told me to fuck him. While we were being watched, I lined myself up again and slid into Don's hole. He was not as tight as he'd been last night, but still managed to keep a good grip on me as I sank in. With my other hand I reached around and started jacking Don off.
Our partner in sex across the way was fingering his asshole as he wanked, getting closer and closer to his climax. Don told me to do it hard and I began to pound into his butt with as much energy as I could. He took his cock out of my hand and starting rubbing himself, and just before he was about to cum he told me to fill his butt up with my cum.
Across the way, I saw his load fly out of the shower stall, landing on the floor in front of him. In spite of what Don had said to do, I couldn't resist pulling out just as I came and let my jism cover Don's back so the guy could see what I had just done. Don shot his load out onto the floor, too, and as he came he stood up, letting the water run over his back and wash my load off.
The guy across the way pulled his shower curtain closed. Don and I did the same and began to scrub each other, rubbing soap all over each other, and then shampooing each other's hair. After a good, thorough rinsing, Don turned the shower off and pulled back the curtain. Our friend was standing there with a towel over his shoulders and before we could get out or say anything, he turned and quickly walked out of the shower area. Don grabbed his wrap and started to follow him, but when he went out the door, the guy was gone. He heard a door slam, but couldn't tell where the sound came from.
Don came back in and told me what had happened. I told him that what had just occurred was one of the most erotic things I could have ever imagined. Don heartily agreed. He turned to me and said that he was now officially worn out and said we needed to get back to the room and get ready for breakfast.
Back we went, and before we got our clothes on, I helped Don pick up the two mattresses and put them back on the beds. He pulled off the sheets and said he'd get clean ones before his roommate got back that afternoon.
I suggested we climb back on the bed for one last mutual blowjob and we took our time bringing each other to one final climax. I can still remember the sweet taste in my mouth as he came, the feel of my lips surrounding his cock, the burning between my legs as I shot my load into his waiting mouth. We pulled apart and swapped each other's loads in a long deep kiss, then finally separated. I swear we were both coming up for air.
I wiped Don off with my wrap and he did the same to me. Then we dressed and headed down to the dorm cafeteria for one last meal together. Both of us scanned the small group gathered there to see if we could find our voyeur friend, but he wasn't there.
Finally, it came time for me to leave, and Don carried my suitcase down to my car and helped me load it into the trunk. I looked at him and asked if he loved me. And he asked what kind of love did I mean. Did I mean the kind of love two people had who wanted to share their lives together? Or the kinds of love two close friends have for each other? I said the first kind, and he looked at me and said he hoped I wasn't disappointed, but he didn't love me that way.
Don explained that he hoped we could always be friends, that this weekend had been a wild fling for both of us and he hoped it could be part of the bond we had with each other and one he thought we'd had all the way back to that first day on the school bus when we'd met. I realized that we had always had more than a casual friendship, but felt very close to Don, having an experience, and a secret we shared together.
I told Don that this weekend had changed the way I thought about him, but it wasn't bad. Far from it, I told him that I was glad that he trusted me enough to want to share this secret relationship with him and that even though we didn't love each other as two lovers would, that I did love him as a friend and that nothing we had done would change that.
We hugged briefly and I got into my car and rolled down the window. Just as I was about to drive away, Don stuck his face in the window and gave me a big, wet kiss. I just smiled, told him to say hi to Sara for me and thank her for bringing us together. I waved goodbye as I pulled away from the curb, dreading the 10 hour drive ahead and wishing I could have stayed longer, wondering what other sexual delights Don and I might have found together.
Two years later Don was the best man at my wedding. When I got back, I found that Kay had enrolled in the school where I was going, and that fall we revived our friendship that rapidly became something more. We had fallen in love over the next year, and we decided to get married the next summer.
Carrie was to be Kay's maid of honor, but before that could happen, she got married herself. On the rebound from Andy, she had gone to bed with another guy and gotten pregnant. She married about five months before her daughter was born. The guy was a jerk, and shortly after our wedding, he left her.
Don and I had planned to share a room at a hotel not far from the church where Kay and I would have the service, and I'll never know if anything would have happened because at the last minute, Andy, who was a groomsman, asked if he could share the room with us, since he didn't have enough money to get a room of his own.
That night, Don officially announced that his relationship with Kay was over at the rehearsal dinner. We all got a big kick out of that. When we got back to the hotel, Andy insisted he would sleep in the bed with Don so I could have a last night alone in bed so I could get some rest for the honeymoon.
The last thing that happened privately between Don and me occurred while Andy was in the shower the morning of the wedding. Don came up to me and grabbed my crotch, gave it a squeeze, and told me to use what I had wisely, not to do anything that would hurt Kay and remember who I loved and who was just a one-time fling. Then he gave me a deep kiss, which we broke off just before Andy opened the bathroom door.
After the wedding, Kay and I moved into a small apartment off campus. I graduated and found a job with the college, working there until Kay got her degree three years later. We now have three beautiful children and love each other very much.
Don graduated and was immediately inducted into the Navy as part of his ROTC scholarship, doing several tours of duty on aircraft carriers as a communications officer. He did a tour of duty at the Pentagon, and then held teaching positions at the Naval Academy and at a military school in Canada as part of an exchange program. Shortly before he retired from the military, he married a girl he had met in Washington, and found they couldn't have children of their own. They adopted two children who eventually followed their dad's footsteps into the military and both now at sea on aircraft carriers, both communications officers. Don never did find out who the guy in the shower was.
Shortly after our wedding, Andy showed up on Carrie's doorstep and they spent a week together, finally doing what they had not done while they were going together. At the end of the week, they decided there really wasn't a future for them together, and Andy returned to New Orleans and dropped out of touch with all of us. Carrie got remarried and has two more kids.
Eventually, Kay decided to track Andy down and found out through his parents that he had been sick and died about three years after our wedding. Andy's folks wouldn't tell us what happened, so Kay called the Medical Examiner's office in New Orleans to see if a cause was listed on his death certificate. Turns out Andy had died of AIDS. Shortly after moving back to New Orleans, he had become involved with another guy he went to school with who had been involved with multiple partners. AIDS was still something new then, and his parents had been to ashamed to even tell family members how he died. They had him cremated and his ashes buried at a cemetery about two hours away from where we were living.
The last time our little group got together was to visit Andy's gravesite. We had gone our separate ways long before then, I had found love, as had Don, but in a quick conversation in a restroom just before Don left with his wife, he told me he still thinks about that weekend. He said he'd never had sex with another man, nor did he want to. And I told him I thought about it every once in a while, too, and felt the same way. But the bond between us was still there, as we gave each other a kiss before we parted again.
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