Subject: STORY: Gay 047, 1 of 1: Sweat - Mike and me
From: Warren Williams <warren@sideways.welly.gen.nz>
Date: Sun, 14 Mar 93 02:46:28 +1300
Organization: Sideways Bulletin Board, Lower Hutt, New Zealand

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                               SWEAT

     I'd known Mike for a long time but we'd become sexually involved
only recently.  Mike had been straight -- married even -- and for a
long time I just assumed our friendship would always be platonic.  We
never even discussed the fact that I was gay, although Mike was a
smart guy and I knew he'd more or less figured it out.  But he didn't
ever bring it up in conversation, seemed to not even want to discuss
it, so I just let it lie.  I figured, why fuck up a nice friendship?

     Not that I didn't have my fantasies about him.  Mike was
twenty-five, four years younger than I was, and although he wasn't
classically handsome, I had always thought he was extremely appealing.
Mike was a big guy, over six two, with broad shoulders, legs like tree
trunks, and the biggest feet I've ever seen on a man.  He usually wore
oversized Adidas or Reeboks and he could easily have passed for a
basketball player.  He always managed to keep himself in good physical
shape, even though he didn't work out regularly and he was overly fond
of junk food.  Once the weather turned warm he got in the habit of
running around in nothing more than a pair of tight gym shorts, and
you'd have sworn the guy spent all his free time doing sit-ups and
pumping iron.  I guess he just had good heredity, a naturally athletic
build.  He had a lot of hair on his body, too, thick and black.  All
in all, he was one fine specimen, a real hunk.  Or at least I thought
so.  As time went by, I started displaying my body for him, at least
as much as I could get by with without being too obvious.  Whenever
he'd come over, I'd see to it that I was stripped down to my own
skimpy shorts, and a couple of times I even arranged it so he'd show
up when I was taking a shower. I'd leave the door unlocked with a note
telling him to come on back, so he'd be there when I came out, naked
and dripping.  He seemed to like what he saw, he never took his eyes
off me as I dried myself and I could see the bulge growing in his
crotch, especially since Mike never wore underwear or a jockstrap
under his shorts.  But I still never counted on anything coming of it.
The guy was straight, right?

     But then Mike's marriage fell apart -- quite suddenly and
unexpectedly -- and we were spending almost every evening together,
drinking beer after beer and bemoaning the state of the world.  We did
start talking and well, things just started happening.  Sex with Mike
was terrific.  He was like a kid with a new toy.  It was like he was
born to suck cock, and I never saw anybody get off like Mike did when
he'd shoot his load into my mouth.  But once Mike discovered where his
true interests lay, he didn't stop with the vanilla stuff like so many
other formerly-straight guys.  Mike had his fetishes and his kinks,
and the really nice thing is that they turned out to be the same as
mine.  He'd always start out sort of quiet and reticent and shy, but
by the time we were done we'd both be like two fuckin' animals.  When
Mike and I got together, there were no limits.

     It was a Saturday in August, one of those scorchers when you get
up early in the morning and it's already hot enough to feel like late
afternoon.  It was going on noon when Mike called.  "Hey, Dave," he
said, "if you don't have anything doin' this afternoon, I thought you
might wanna come over.  I need some help movin' some stuff but I got a
twelve-pack in the fridge to make it worth your while.  Figured we
might mess around later .... well, you know."

     "Sure, Mike, what needs movin'?" I asked.

     "I gotta lot of boxes upstairs in the hall closet -- mostly
books, magazines, just a lotta heavy shit takin' up space, but I can't
bring myself to throw 'em out.  Thought we could stick 'em in the
garage, out of the way."

     "No problem", I replied, "let me take a quick shower and throw on
some clothes and I'll be right over."

     "What's the point in takin' a shower?" Mike asked.  "It's hot as
hell out and it's not much better in here.  I had to turn the
air-conditioning off since I've gotta open up the house to move those
boxes out.  All I've got on is a pair of shorts and I'm still sweatin'
like a fuckin' pig.  Don't worry about cleanin' up and don't wear any
more than you have to.  Just get your ass over here.  We can always
shower up after we're done if you want".

     "Well, OK, Mike," I said, "but I haven't had a shower since
yesterday morning, I'm probably gonna stink pretty good by the time
we're finished."

     "Same here.  So we're even."

    I threw on a jock, gym shorts and a pair of sneakers, and headed
on out.  I figured if I wanted a T-shirt later, I could wear one of
Mike's, although driving over, I couldn't imagine I would.  The heat
was intense, and by the time I got to Mike's house, I was already
soaked with sweat.  Mike came to the door wearing only a pair of
tattered, tight gym shorts as promised, shirtless like me and
barefoot, too.  He thrust a cold can of beer into my hand.  "Let's get
to work so we can play later," he said.  His bare torso was already
gleaming with sweat.  He ducked into the kitchen to get himself a can,
then headed upstairs and I followed.

     There were about twenty boxes to be moved, all of them heavy, and
the house really did seem hotter than the outside.  We guzzled our
beer continually -- three cans each after half an hour -- but it
didn't do much good.  The hair on our chests, bellies and legs was
matted to our skin with the sweat that continually poured from our
bodies.  Mike's shorts clung to his midsection and outlined his
crotch, advertising the fact that he didn't have on anything
underneath, as usual.  When he sat down at the top of the stairs to
rest, I sat down a few stairs lower, and looked up to see Mike's balls
falling out of his shorts.  I noticed that my tennis shoes were
uncomfortably hot and squishy, since I hadn't bothered to put socks on
and my feet were sweating as much as the rest of me.  I figured if
Mike could work barefoot I could too, so I pulled my shoes off and
threw them aside.

     "About time you did that," Mike laughed, "I was worryin' about
you steppin' on my toes.  Anyway, who the fuck needs shoes in this
heat?  If you gotta do a job like this, you might as well be as
comfortable as possible doin' it."

     "Yeah," I said as I stood up to stretch, "I don't know why I wore
this fuckin' jockstrap either, it's drivin' me crazy."

     "You know what I think of those things," Mike said with a grin,
momentarily pulling the front of his shorts up to expose his cock and
balls.

     I just laughed as I took my shorts off so I could get rid of my
jock.  I was naked for a few moments before pulling the shorts back on
and I knew that Mike was staring at my partially hard cock, but
nothing more was said.

     We went back to work, both of us now barefoot and wearing nothing
underneath our shorts.  I was a lot more comfortable but we weren't
any drier. Between the heat and the beer, Mike and I looked like we'd
just been taking a shower together, although we sure didn't smell that
way. Even at a distance, I could smell Mike's sweat, and I figured
Mike could smell mine, too.  When Mike would lift a box up to me and
expose his furry dripping armpits, the stench was almost overwhelming.

     Finally, the job was done, and we slowly walked away from the
garage toward the house. I followed Mike into the kitchen, then headed
for the bathroom, since my bladder was painfully full.

     "Where ya goin', Dave?" Mike asked me as he opened the refrig.

     "Gotta take a piss," I answered. "After all that beer I'd think
you'd have to go, too."

     "Yeah, I've gotta piss, too, gotta piss bad.  But Dave -- just
hold off awhile, OK?"  His tone was suddenly quiet and I understood
exactly what he was getting at.

     "Sure, Mike.  No problem," I replied.

     "Thanks."  Mike cocked his head funny, still looking at me, and
handed me another can of beer.  "Let's go out onto the patio and kick
back."

     Mike's patio was really just an expanse of concrete surrounded by
a privacy fence.  He didn't have any patio furniture, just a couple of
styrofoam mats thrown on the ground. Mike put the beers down, then
sprawled out on one of the mats, face up.  He put his hands behind his
head, exposing his funky armpits again.  I joined him on the adjacent
mat, then got up on one elbow so I could look at him.

     "Dave, I really appreciate the help, even if we both smell like a
fuckin' locker room now," Mike said.  I just smiled and ran my hand
through the wet hair on Mike's chest, inhaling the stench from his
unwashed body.  We both had full erections now that stretched the thin
fabric of our shorts to the limit.  I reached down and pawed at Mike's
hard cock through his shorts.

     "I think these shorts are gettin' in the way," I said.  Without a
word, Mike immediately reached down to the waistband, raised his body,
and pulled his shorts off.  His thick black bush of pubic hair
glistened wetly at the base of his throbbing penis; a drop of pre-cum
oozed from the swollen head.  I ripped my own shorts off and we
embraced, completely naked.  We kissed and felt each other up for
awhile, then I moved us into a 69 position so we could suck each
other's cocks.  But the stench was so intoxicating we ended up just
licking and sniffing each other's dirty, sweaty bodies -- nipples,
armpits, assholes, crotch hair, cocks, balls -- nothing was off
limits.  Mike's sweaty body tasted like ambrosia.  We were like two
crazed animals in heat.

     I started sucking Mike's cock.  Before long, I noticed that he
seemed awfully close to coming, so I pulled away and got up on my
knees.  I knew Mike liked dirty talk so I figured I'd have a little
fun. "Hey, you're makin' me do all the work," I said as I looked down
at his hot, sweaty body. "C'mon, Mike, fuck my face," I pleaded. "Ram
that hot, hard cock down my throat as far as it'll go.  Choke me with
it, man!"

     Mike picked up on it immediately.  "I'll do better than that,
cocksucker," he said as he stood up and faced me, grinning.  "I'm
gonna cum all over you.  Dave, you're gonna think you're swimmin' in
my hot cum!"

     Mike was so turned on that he didn't really even have to jack off
-- he just gave his cock a few tugs and he started shooting his hot
load all over my face.  Mike's semen splashed against my nose and
cheeks before starting to drip down onto my hairy chest.  Mike got
down on his knees himself and licked his own cum off my body, not
swallowing it. Then he stuck his tongue in my mouth and we started
swapping it back and forth.  The whole scene was too much for me. I
came without even touching myself, spraying my load all over the top
half of my hot, sweaty body.

     Mike stood up and looked down at me as I finished shooting.  My
belly, chest, and neck were dripping with cum again -- my own this
time, instead of Mike's.  Mike started laughing.

     "God, Dave, you really look like you could use a shower now!"

     I already knew what Mike had in mind. "Yeah, I really want one,"
was all I said.  I lay back down and sprawled on my back so there
wouldn't be any doubt about the kind of shower I wanted.

     Mike straddled my body, planting his big feet on either side of
my semen-coated torso.  He held his now-flaccid cock and aimed it at
my face.  I could see Mike straining, but for a moment the stream just
wouldn't start, even with such a full bladder.  I just lay there
looking up at him and let him do his thing, knowing that nature would
eventually take its course.  Soon, a thin dribble of urine started
coming out of Mike's cock, splashing languidly on my belly and chest.
Then the dam burst, the dribble became a steady flow, and Mike was
pissing on me in earnest.  He splashed the stream onto my face, and I
opened my mouth to gulp down as much of Mike's acrid, hot juice as I
could swallow.  The flow seemed endless, filling me up to the point
where I finally lost control, pissing all over myself as I continued
to drink from Mike's cock.  Mike stopped his flow and just looked down
on me for a minute as I pissed on myself.  Then Mike turned around and
kneeled over me, grabbing my spewing cock so the stream of piss would
wash all over his own face and chest.  Mike started drinking it,
slurping at it like he was at a water fountain, and at this point, his
own urine started flowing again.  This time, I didn't drink, but
reached up and grabbed Mike's cock so I could direct the piss to flow
all over my upper body.  Mike and I hosed each other down with our hot
yellow streams until we were both completely soaked and dripping,
lying in the middle of a huge pool of urine.

     Eventually, my flow ran out, then Mike's did, too.  As Mike stood
up and turned around, the sun glinted off his slick, wet chest.  His
penis swayed back and forth, shaking residual drops of urine onto my
hairy, wet torso.  Once Mike was standing, more piss dripped off his
body onto me like yellow dew. The hair on Mike's chest and crotch and
legs was all wetly plastered to his body as if he'd just stepped out
of a tub full of hot urine.  Mike kneeled down again, still straddling
my body but facing me now, and lapped up the piss that had pooled on
my hairy chest and belly.  Then he stretched out on top of me and we
kissed long and hard, tasting and smelling each other.

     By this time, we were both starting to get hard again.  When Mike
sat up, I reached out and started gently stroking his cock, moving my
hand slowly up and down the piss-slick shaft.  Mike dismounted my wet
torso, and we resumed the 69 position we'd been in before our full
bladders took control.  This time, though, we were content to merely
suck each other's cocks, plunging our hot organs deep down each
other's throats.  But our earlier scene had been too hot, and there
were still too many reminders.  Both of us reeked of sweat and piss,
and our bodies were still sticky and damp with both.  The mats we were
lying on were covered with great pools of urine that remained warm
from the scorching sun, and as Mike and I sucked each other off, we
both realized that we had to piss again, owing to the prodigious
amounts of beer we'd consumed.  Before long, two more loads of hot
semen were spurting into two hungry mouths, and this time, we both
swallowed hungrily.  As our cocks went soft, neither of us came up for
air.  We both knew what was coming next. It was what we both wanted,
both for our own pleasure and for the pleasure of giving.  So when the
piss started flowing again, we just moaned with pleasure as our mouths
ballooned with each other's hot urine.  We both started swallowing
deeply again, eager to fill our stomachs with more and more of each
other's recycled beer.

     Finally, Mike got up on his knees and turned around to straddle
my torso again.  My piss was dripping out of his mouth and running
down his chin.  His limp cock and balls rested comfortably on my damp
midsection. "Hey, Dave, ya wanna take a shower NOW?" Mike asked me
with a grin.

     "Nope," I replied, "I thought maybe we'd have another beer now --
unless you've got some more of that recycled stuff."

     "Well, after awhile ...." Mike laughed.

     "You know," I said, "we could go all night like this if we wanted
to, Mike."

     "Dave, why don't you just plan to stay over?"  Mike offered.  "I
can make up the waterbed with the rubber sheet for tonight, we could
turn it into a REAL waterbed."  He seemed on the verge of laughing at
his own joke, but then he paused, scowling somewhat.  "Shit, what are
we gonna do about food?  I don't have much here, but I don't wanna
have to get dressed, either.  Anyway, we both stink!"

     "C'mon, man, that's what drive-through windows are for," I said.
"We can bring it back or just eat in the car."

     "So I guess no showers, right?"  Mike was obviously getting into
the idea, and his cock was starting to get hard again.  I grinned.

     "Only the kind we make ourselves," I replied.