Date: Tue, 16 Jul 2013 08:54:00 -0400
From: Ian Robertson <robot42@mail.com>
Subject: Dance Belt 5b

Dance Belt 5b

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Michael was still on his knees in front of Dan and John. He was in a bit of
a daze, as he hadn't been fully prepared for the result of his stroking
Dan's hard rod. He knew what would happen, of course; but when the payoff
came, Dan's load made a direct hit on Michael's face and clothes. Now, as
it began to run down his cheek, Michael could just barely catch a taste of
it with his tongue. He wiped at his face, and his hand came away with a
liberal coating of Dan's juice. Like John had done, he licked his fingers
clean, and then his palm.

"That was hot!" Dan exclaimed once he'd caught his breath. Then, addressing
Chad, "Dude, these guys are great!"

"Told you!" Chad replied, smiling as he came up behind Michael. "Dude,
you're a mess!" he told the younger boy.

It was true. Besides his face, Michael was wearing Dan's spunk on his shirt
and jeans.  Some had even splattered into his hair.

"Let's get you into the shower," Chad suggested. As he said this, he came
around to face Michael, and offered him a hand up. Michael accepted his
mentor's proffered hand, and followed him into the bathroom. Chad started
the water running while Michael watched. The older teen was still clad in
only his white briefs as a result of the wrestling match with Dan. Michael
had seen Chad in his briefs before, but he was okay with getting a live
replay.

Once the water was set, Chad turned around to find Michael watching him --
and still dressed. Chad shook his head with a good-natured grin, and
motioned Michael over. He untied the boy's shoes and pulled first one off,
and then the other. Then, without bothering to undress him further, Chad
pushed the younger boy under the warm spray.

Michael went willingly and, still fully clothed, stood under the cascading
water. Chad stepped in behind him and used a washcloth to clean the mess
off the front of the boy's clothes. That done, he motioned for Michael to
lift up his arms and then pulled the boy's shirt off over his head. After
rinsing it again in the spray, he wrung it out gently before tossing it
into the sink. Then he reached around for the front of Michael's jeans, and
popped the waist button. When Michael made no move to help, Chad started on
the zipper, then discovered that he needed both hands to work it on the
now-sodden jeans. He wrapped both arms around the younger boy, only to find
Michael pushing into his hands as the zipper inched down. After finishing
with the zipper, Chad slipped the jeans off Michael's hips and pushed them
down his thighs until they landed with a splash on the bottom of the tub.

As Michael stood in his soaked blue camo boxer briefs, Chad nudged the boy
to step out of the jeans puddled around his feet. After another rinse, the
jeans joined the shirt in the sink. Chad then reached for the shampoo, and
got to work on getting all the spooge out of Michael's hair. Michael stood
complacently while Chad lathered up his hair. He was enjoying the attention
from the older boy, and didn't mind at all that his clothes were now
sopping wet in the sink. Chad massaged the younger boy's scalp a little
before giving his hair a thorough rinse. That done, Chad played the spray
down over Michael's shoulders and back, washing away any residual
shampoo. Then he spun the boy around to do the same for his front.

As he turned around, Michael saw that Chad was now just as wet as he
was. The older boy's musculature arms and chest glistened in the
lights. Michael moved to let the shower spray hit Chad, and watched as the
water ran down the teen's torso. It ran over his abs and navel before
hitting the elastic waist band of his already-sodden briefs. Michael took
all this in for a moment before Chad knelt in front of him to look him in
the eye.

"Are you okay?" the older boy asked earnestly.

Michael nodded as the spray washed down his back. Chad held the pose for a
minute, studying the younger boy's face. Michael grinned, then let his gaze
drop. Down over Chad's chin to his neck, then to his chest and down to his
navel. From there, it was no distance at all to the teen's crotch, where
Michael could clearly see the outline of Chad's cock through the
semi-transparent wet cotton. He'd seen it before, too, but was hoping for
another showing.

Chad let the boy look for a minute before standing to finish rinsing him
off. He played the water over Michael's shoulders again, then over his
chest and belly, rinsing away the last of the shampoo. Michael's boxer
briefs were soaked, but the blue camo pattern kept them from being nearly
transparent like Chad's were. Even so, the shape of the boy's hard nail was
evident inside the wet blue cotton. Chad let the water spray on Michael's
front for a moment more, then turned him back around and let it spray on
his back once again. The water ran down his back toward his rounded
buttocks, which were clearly defined beneath the wet cotton of his boxer
briefs.

As Chad reached around Michael to shut off the water, the boy turned back
around, and they bumped as Chad was leaning for the shower knob. Michael
teetered and almost lost his balance before he grabbed Chad for
support. His arms went around Chad's waist, and he held on as Chad
straightened back up. The older boy's movement meant that Michael's hands
ended up on Chad's brief-covered ass cheeks. Michael could feel the older
boy's glutes, and he kneaded them through the thin, wet cotton. Chad made
no effort to stop him, and rested one hand on the boy's back reassuringly.

Michael felt Chad's hand on his back. It was warm between his shoulder
blades, and he let out a little purr of contentment as he leaned against
his mentor. He liked the feeling of Chad's buttocks in his hands as Chad
supported him with a hand on his back. They stood there together for a
minute as water dripped from their wet hair and ran down their backs and
legs. Finally Chad ran his free hand through Michael's wet hair, and the
younger boy looked up.

"Let's get you dried off," Chad suggested. He grabbed a towel and freed his
other hand from the boy's back, then draped the towel over Michael's head
and shoulders. He ruffled it through Michael's hair before starting to work
on drying the boy's back.

More than that was hard to do, as Michael still clung to Chad with both
arms. Chad gently pushed on Michael's shoulders, and the younger boy
reluctantly relaxed his grip and let his hands slide off the older boy's
ass. They both stepped out of the tub, Michael still with the towel around
his shoulders. Chad resumed by extending the younger boy's arms, then
running the towel from hand to shoulder on one, and then the other. That
done, he applied the towel to Michael's chest, and used both hands to dry
his pecs before wrapping around to the boy's hairless armpits. Then down
his sides to his waist, and back in to his navel. Chad rested his hands
there for a moment, with the towel covering Michael's belly button as well
as the front of his boxer briefs.

Then Chad knelt before letting his hands drag the towel over Michael's
boxer briefs towards the boy's coltish legs. As he did so, he felt the boy
pushing his crotch at him again. Chad acted as if he hadn't noticed, easing
the towel down to the boy's ankles before starting to dry his legs. He
worked his way up to one knee, and then did the same on the other leg, this
time continuing above the knee to the legband of Michael's boxer
briefs. Reaching this, he paused for a second before starting on the other
knee and working his way up the other thigh.

Michael felt Chad reach the leg of his boxer briefs and pause. He wanted
Chad to keep going, and willed the older boy to push his hands higher. Chad
instead placed one hand on each of Michael's hips, and turned to boy to
face away from him. He applied the towel to the droplets still on Michael's
back before easing it down over the boy's behind. He patted the boy's butt
once or twice before standing to drape the damp towel over the bar above
the tub. As he did this, Michael grabbed a fresh towel off the rack and
proclaimed "Now it's your turn."

Chad was still turned away from him, so the younger boy started on the
teen's back, working the towel over Chad's shoulder blades before easing
lower. When he reached Chad's waist, he copied what the older boy had done
to him, and started on Chad's front. He did both arms, marveling at the
hair in Chad's armpits. While Chad was not all that hairy, he certainly had
a lot more than his younger team mate. Michael brought the towel down over
Chad's six-pack and eyed the treasure trail leading down from the older
boy's belly button to the waistband of his briefs.

Michael kept going, rubbing the towel over Chad's wet briefs. He could feel
the bulge of Chad's meat within, and tried to use the towel to
'accidentally' push the teen's briefs down. The wet cotton wasn't very
cooperative though, so he pressed on and worked the towel down Chad's
thighs. When he reached Chad's feet, he moved around behind Chad again and
worked his way up the back of Chad's legs until he reached the older boy's
buttocks, which he patted with the towel before pushing it up to the small
of Chad's back. Reaching this, he tried again to push Chad's briefs down
with the towel, but still with limited results. That is, until the towel
slipped from his fingers and he thrust one hand past the elastic to land on
Chad's butt cheek. Michael let the towel drop, and Chad felt the boy's
other hand thrust past the briefs waistband to join the first. Michael
kneaded Chad's ass before using both hands to pull the back of Chad's
briefs below his butt. The wet cotton still resisted sliding though, and
Michael had to peel the briefs off Chad's hips.

When they still wouldn't fall, he turned Chad around to find that the
teen's briefs had snagged on his hardening member. When Michael pulled out
on the elastic, Chad's cock popped free and waved before him, becoming
harder as he watched. Michael hurriedly finished peeling the briefs down
Chad's legs, leaving the teen completely nude with his hard cock standing
proud. Michael grabbed it and playfully pulled it closer to level before
releasing it to pop up and slap Chad's belly. He did it again, and then
stood in front of Chad with his arms outstretched.

"My turn!" he commanded.

He waited, watching, while Chad knelt before him and reached for the
waistband of his boxer briefs. He trembled at the older boy's touch, and
Chad froze, looked him in the eye, and asked him again if he was
okay. Michael simply nodded, and pushed forward against Chad's
hand. Feeling this, Chad held his gaze while he flattened his fingers
across the front of the younger boy's blue camo underwear. Michael's hard
little rod pushed urgently at him within the boxer briefs, and Chad
fingered it through the wet cotton. Still eye-to-eye with the boy, Chad
stroked the hot little prong while he slipped his other hand around and
cupped it over Michael's butt. He squeezed it gently and felt Michael push
against his hand. With one finger, he traced Michael's crack beneath the
thin cotton. He followed it down between the boy's legs, and felt the
rubbery bulge that was his balls. Michael pressed forward again, and Chad
slid his hand back up to repeat the process.

This time though, when he brought his hand back up, Chad kept moving until
he reached the small of Michael's back. The skin-on-skin contact was what
the younger boy had been longing for, anticipating; when it finally came he
thrust forward again and let out a little whimper. Still keeping eye
contact while gently stroking the boy through his boxer briefs, Chad slid
his hand down once more, and this time slipped it beneath the waistband of
the boxer briefs to cup the smooth skin of the boy's ass. At his touch,
Michael's hip movements became more pronounced, and Chad knew the younger
boy wouldn't last much longer.

Michael let out another whimper, this time of disappointment, as Chad
removed the hand that had been stroking the cotton-covered boy
dick. Michael's disappointment quickly faded as Chad now moved both hands
to Michael's hips and slowly peeled down the boy's boxer briefs. He finally
had to look away from the boy's face to help Michael step out of the
rolled-up briefs, and then took a good look at the boy's pride and joy.

It stood stiff, pulsing with Michael's heartbeat. The boy wouldn't be a boy
much longer, as Chad could see his sprouting pubes. Freed from the confines
of his boxer briefs, his balls were beginning to dangle between his legs,
and Chad felt them with a pair of fingertips before moving them up to the
base of Michael's proud prong. He stroked along the underside up to the
tip, which encouraged another thrust of Michael's hips. Chad held his
fingers along the underside of the boy's dick as Michael urgently thrust
against them again and again. Chad cupped his other hand over Michael's
butt, and again let one finger trace the boy's crack while guiding his
thrusts.

Chad looked up at Michael's face; the boy was wearing a glazed expression,
lost in the sensations from below. Chad pressed his finger into the cleft
between Michael's buttocks as the boy continued to thrust his hips. He
worked his finger to the bottom of the boy's crack, and then eased towards
his most-secret spot, all the while letting the boy jack himself against
the fingers of his other hand.

When he reached the spot, Chad lightly rested his fingertip upon the boy's
little rosebud. Surprised by the touch, Michael uttered another whimper but
couldn't slow the thrusting of his hips. Chad knew he was really getting
close now.

On Michael's next thrust, a new sensation nearly overwhelmed him as Chad's
tongue took the place of his fingers on the boy's thrusting prong. Chad
just barely had time to engulf the boy's dick before Michael lost his
watery load and it burst forth onto Chad's tongue. He hardly had time to
taste it before Michael's thrusting stopped as he was overcome by sensory
overload, and Chad had to catch the boy as he collapsed.

Chad laid the naked sleeping boy on the carpeted bath mat and gently
cleaned him up. Michael would have been fascinated to see the teen lick
clean his softening dick, but he slept right through it. There would always
be next time . . .