Date: Tue, 30 Jul 2002 09:55:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: chip ster <chipster071053@yahoo.com>
Subject: Weekend In Houston 6

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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