Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 21:40:25 -0500
From: mt nuda <mtnuda@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Exam chapter 51

Chapter fifty-one Friday July 5


	The next day, Friday, dawned overcast and muggy.  As the various in-laws
started to straggle downstairs for breakfast around seven, plans were
hatched about what to do with themselves, with the kids! to keep the
precarious peace.  One of the bro-in-laws -- in his inimitable witless
braininess -- had mentioned waterparks in front of the kids so the talk at
the breakfast table was about nothing else.  Chris did not like the idea of
running around in public wearing wet clingly clothes, lycra or no lycra, so
he, or was it his wife? suggested the malls instead.  The camp was split.
Chris used the impasse to slip away, telling his wife a work-out and
clean-up at the gym was better  --  i.e. possible -- than fighting for the
morning bathrooms  -- impossible! -- or sitting around while everyone came
to some prolonged and agonized decision.  She almost wished she might slip
away as well.

	They agreed to check back with each other about ten or ten-thirty and join
whichever group won the Great Debate.

	So Chris grabbed some clean work-out clothes, threw them into his rapidly
growing gym bag and found himself back on Oneida.  He was a bit surprised
how much traffic was building up that early.  Maybe it was the holiday
weekend, maybe the town had grown since yesterday.  When he got to the gym
parking lot finding a spot was much harder than he expected so he drove
around a while until he saw a car leave.  It could have been the kid from
yesterday, he thought, but then he'd been seeing that face everywhere.  As
he headed in he realized that kid had been on his mind almost non-stop since
the incident yesterday.  He got to the counter and sure enough, Mister
Ripped was there again.

	"Back again today?" he was all smiles this time.

	"Yeah I'll probably be here again tomorrow too" Chris handed him
almost-meaningless card "so how much for another two days?" and he was
taking out his wallet when mister perfect said "there won't be any charge
for today --"

	"Say what?"

	"It appears your daily fee has been waived" and he typed in a few commands
"yes according to this you have free visits through Sunday."

	"But I didn't ask -- "

	"Courtesy of the management sir" and he handed him back his card.  He
raised an eyebrow, "of course if you want to pay..."

	"Well... thanks then" and he shook hands with the muscled hunk, who gave
him a up-and-down.

	"Enjoy your stay sir" and he directed him in as before.

	Sir? Chris was a bit puzzled.  Suddenly I'm a "sir" and getting special
treatment?  What the hell was that all about?  Well at least I can save some
cash, maybe take the little lady to lunch or something.  He went down the
corridor, already aware of the difference today, hearing the loud booming
voices echoing from everywhere.  He went into the locker room and as he
suspected it was crowded.  There were guys everywhere, of various sizes and
ages, even some kids, hopefully with their dads.  He tried the main row but
it seemed like he would be crawling over ten guys to get at a locker, so he
went over to the third row, half hidden by the pillar.  He saw how the row
angled behind the column and dead-ended into the wall which must have been
the back of the sauna or steam room, from what he could tell.  He went back
there and soon realized why this area was the least desirable.  It was hot
and noisy from the plumbing and heating equipment right where the last two
lockers would have been.  But the added privacy was just what Chris needed.
And it wasn't like he'd be there all day, or everyday for that matter.

	He stripped down to his Lycra shorts, smiling at the perverse gift from
that kid.  Yeah they had been a life-saver but wearing them all day
yesterday and now this morning was getting irritating.  His crotch was
starting to chafe and it felt like his balls were on the receiving end of a
constant half-painful pummelling.  And fuck that was the last thing he
needed, he was horny enough already.  His butthole had begun to itch again
last night, guessing the cream was wearing off.  He wanted to give those
enemas another go but the "right time" never seemed to materialize.
Sometime around three in the morning he finally snuck into the bathroom  and
had just started when he was disturbed.  He smeared a quick dab of the cream
into him and had to leave.  So this morning he'd been suffering big time
ever since he woke up.  And of course the wife was having no part of any
early-morning sex so Chris did a supersonic change into his work-out clothes
and back to the johns in record time.  He poured some water into his sports
bottle from the one available sink and again locked himself in a stall  ---
most of which were open thank god -- and stripped down so fast the clothes
were smoking!  The enemas started to work right away and seemed to help the
itchiness in his guts, so when he spread the last of the cream everywhere he
felt the best since that visit to the doc's.  But the permanent log poking
out from his crotch was still not going down, even with a healthy coating of
that numbing stuff.  He almost wished he had jacked off before putting on
the cream but knew he was not that foolhardy, not yet.  The mere idea of
being caught with his dick in his hand made him squirm.  So he slipped on
his jock -- remember to wash it soon stud, he told himself -- then the lycra
over it and work-out shorts over that.  Back into his shoes and a sleeveless
sweatshirt and he was out of there.

	He headed for the weight room knowing it would be packed.  As he entered he
half-expected his shadow from yesterday to be there, standing naked with his
cock in one hand yelling "hey everybody there's the guy I told you about!"
but fuckit! he told himself, I gotta stop thinking shit like that.  And get
that kid outa my head.

	Most of the nautilus equipment was taken, in part because a lot more women
were here today, and the one with the short dark hair was really giving him
the once-over.  He returned the favor with a wink and then noticed the free
weight area was not so popular with the co-ed set.  At that moment someone
vacated a stair-walker and Chris was on it like a flash.  He was finishing
his fifteen minute program and like an idiot was looking around when damn!
there he was!  The kid was over by the free-weights getting the last bench
it seemed.  Chris got off the machine, debating whether to leave or hope for
an opening.  He turned at the sound of a large bang! and saw this big lug of
a kid, well he was not much older than a kid, maybe eighteen? nineteen? had
lost his grip and let the bar fall almost missing the stand.  Chris went
over to him,

	"You okay?"

	"Yeah that was fucked!"  up close the kid was older than Chris first
thought, maybe nineteen or so, but looking like he never shaved in his life.
  However he was beginning to show some serious development in his arms and
legs, but still any definition was hidden by his body fat.  A beginner,
Chris thought.

	"You finishing up?" meaning: you leaving soon I hope?

	"Almost why?  You waiting for a bench?"

	"Yeah" Chris made a point of looking around the room, trying not to check
out the guy's bod "crowded today huh?"

	"Yeah..." the guy looked Chris over "if yer willin to spot I'll be finished
and you can have it -- I mean the bench, okay?"

	"Deal" Chris thought he lucked out.  But he noticed the slip.

	The guy got on his back and Chris lifted the bar onto him.  He didn't say
anything about how much weight he had on, so he guessed the guy was fine,
but Chris knew he'd have loaded another fifty for himself just to look good.

	The guy did ten and Chris took the bar.  After several reps Chris could
tell he was overextended and at the end of his limit.  With a big grunt he
got up and toweled the bench "thanks" he said trying not to shake hands "the
name's Bob" and he nodded.

	"Cr...Craig" Chris nodded back.

	The guy grabbed his kit and walked off, leaving Chris to adjust the bench
for his leg presses.  As he was turning he could not help himself from
glancing over and damn! sure enough the kid was watching him, a small curled
smile of recognition on his face before he looked away fast.

	Chris got on the bench and lifted his feet into place, almost waiting for
the kid to come over.  He was finishing the rep when he realized the kid was
not coming over, but was holding his ground.  It hit him like a truck! he
was almost disappointed!  He had the nagging suspicion that he was hoping to
run into him again, and when he figured out the kid was not overly eager to
talk to him Chris felt a vague something almost like rejection.  He
continued his workout, but his mind was not on the routine, his
concentration was off.  He was hoping to get in some arms when a big
black-haired ex-con turned cop -- or so Chris imagined -- started making
noises like he wanted the bench next.  Chris got up and the guy did not even
wait for Chris to towel it off, like Chris had been warming it up for him or
something.  Hell, he hardly waited for Chris to gather his things and he was
on his bench, yeah like it was HIS bench.

	So Chris grabbed his bag and headed back to the locker room, checking the
clock.  Damn, he still had over an hour before he had to "check in" so he
went back to his locker and waited for his shadow to appear.  Nothing!

	Chris thought it might help to get a good soaking in the steam room, so he
stripped down to the lycra shorts, wrapped a towel around himself and padded
down the length of the locker room, back out to the hall, around the corner
and to the sauna and steam complex.  He then noticed the sign.  The damn
rooms were co-ed!  There was a list of rules and regulations, half of which
he was breaking already so he thought, fuckit! I'm getting a shower and get
outa here!

	He padded back the way he came, entering the locker room, half-expecting
--hoping? -- to see his shadow, but no!

	Can't blame the kid for avoiding me, he thought, he's probably embarrassed
as shit and denying to himself the whole stupid thing!  Or else he's afraid
to talk to me, thinking I might take a swing at him.  Or else... Chris'
thoughts went off in a dozen directions, or else... or else... he'd never
know.  And fuck he really should not be caring this much should he?  But his
head was not screwed on tight ever since what happened to him and even if he
blamed it all on the docs, a little part of him knew this would just get
worse and worse.  Until?  Until he did what?

	He threaded his way back to his abandoned corner and grabbed his shaving
kit.  He headed for the shower room and as he feared it was more crowded
than he feared!  He even tried heading into the back area with the
individual stalls but they all appeared taken.  He was turning to leave when
he heard,

	"Damn think it's crowded enough?  What is this, a convention?" and without
turning around he recognized the voice.  His shadow had found him!

	"Fuck some convention" Chris muttered real soft still afraid to turn and
face him "it's always like this?"

	"Fuckin holiday!" the kid muttered in the same tone.  Out of the corner of
his eye Chris could see he was hovering to his left side, slightly behind
him.  It looked like his towel was around his shoulders and Chris was in no
mood to turn and see if anything was covering him down there.

	"Yeah..." Chris said to no direction in particular.

	"When it's like this..." the kid started real slow, a bit of a catch in his
throat "I could just go home and shower there -- "

	"Lucky you."

	"-- and..." the kid's voice dropped a few decibels "if you don't feel like
waitin... you're welcome to... y'know use my place..."

	There it was! Chris thought.  Damn, the kid was putting all his cards right
on the table!  Chris suddenly saw the precipice in front of him, one step
and he would be a goner, past the point of return.  It's one thing to do
shit when the docs are holding a gun to your head; it's a thousand times
worse when it's just... he had to say something,

	"That's... generous of you kid but..." Chris started to leave and head back
to his locker.  As he turned he saw the kid was naked, like he expected.
The kid followed,

	"Hey it's just a... a friendly suggestion..."

	"No really kid I appreciate it" but Chris was hoping to get to his locker,
get his stuff and get away from this stick of dynamite staring him in the
face!

	"You pissed at me ain't ya" the kid was keeping in step, not letting him
escape.

	"What?" Chris got to his locker and sat down.

	"Y'know... about..." the kid was getting nervous, sweat appearing all over
his reddening face and shoulders "yesterday..."

	"I ain't pissed!" Chris snapped "just..."

	"Just what?"

	"Fuck if I know..." Chris was putting on pants and sat back down for his
socks and shoes.  His face was now even with the kid's crotch.

	"C'mon I'm just tryin to be friendly" the kid was makin no attempt to cover
himself "and I don't know about you but if I don't get a shower soon I'm
gonna stink up the place."

	Chris gave himself a sniff "yeah me too.  I smell like -- "

	"Like buttfuck" and the kid cracked himself up again.  In spite of himself
Chris started to laugh as well "c'mon I live five minutes away..."

	"Fuck I really shouldn't..."

	"Meet me in the parking lot.  I got a red Ford pick-up" and before Chris
could say a word he was gone.

	Chris sat there, his head spinning, what the fuck just happened here?  Did
I just let some kid pick me up?  Am I losing my fuckin mind? He tried
getting dressed, very aware of how dirty and sweaty he was.  He gathered his
things and headed out hoping he might slink away to his car before the kid
re-materialized.  He was at the front desk signing out,

	"Everything okay today?"

	"Kinda crowded today."

	"Yeah, must be the holiday."

	"Must be" and Chris was out the door.  He made it to his car and was
throwing his bag in the trunk, looking around the lot, expecting to see the
red pick-up, but it seemed he had beat him.

	He got in and started the engine almost holding his breath.  He was backing
out when he saw the red pick-up in his rear-view mirror.  The kid was
waiving and giving him a thumbs-up.  He rolled down his window and shouted
"follow me" and before Chris could say a word, started to drive away.

	Chris had to follow him to the exit and when the pick-up turned right, he
had a moment to decide what to do.  He could turn left and go home like he
should, or turn right and his life would be screwed up forever.  But then
his life was already screwed up!  So screwed up he could not imagine ever
getting back to "normal" again.  He replayed again and again the show he put
on at the docs' and realized everything was going to fly into a thousand
pieces in a week or two regardless.  Maybe if he could just catch up with
the kid and talk to him, private like, man to man.  He felt his arms, with a
will of their own, turn the steering wheel... right.

	The pick-up had waited for him to clear the turn but then headed down
Oneida when he saw that Chris was actually going to follow him.  It had gone
barely two blocks before it made a left turn at the light.  Chris was
several car-lengths behind but managed to make the light as well.  They went
maybe two blocks further when the pick-up pulled into an apartment complex,
large but not overly-swank.  Maybe the kid chickened out and wants to talk,
Chris thought, but no, the truck went to one of the back rows and parked.
Chris, feeling like the nastiest, evilest pervert, pulled in next to him.

	"Good!" the kid said getting out, his gym bag under his arm.

	"Look... I... maybe this is not a good idea..." Chris wanted to give the
kid a exit "I just followed you to let you know..."

	"I live right here... c'mon..." the kid had to be blind not to see Chris'
nervousness.

	"I don't even know your name..." Chris felt like an idiot.

	"It's Stanley" the kid held out his hand "but everyone calls me Stooball."

	"Okay Stan... Stewball..." and Chris held out his hand "I'm...Chris" and
there it was, his real name.  Chris felt Stoo's hand warm and sweaty, and
realized it was the first time they made physical contact.  Chris could not
help but notice the jump in his pants.

	"So grab your stuff and c'mon in" and he started to head towards the
building.

	"But aren't your parents... anybody? home?" Chris started to take a few
steps to catch up with him.

	"Fuck no... they're gone for the weekend."

	"You alone?"

	"Fuck yeah!" Stoo beamed "and it's fuckin heaven!"

	Chris managed to catch up with him as they made their way to the front
door.  He almost expected a doorman but no, Stoo swiped his card and they
were in.  They pushed the button for the elevator and looked at each other
nervously.

	"You really didn't have to... " Chris felt like a scumbag "this was cool of
you and all --" and the door opened and a middle aged couple got out.  As
they passed them, she made a face and wrinkled her nose.

	They got in the elevator and Stoo pushed "9".  After a few seconds they
looked at each other and Chris laughed, "smells like -- "

	"Like buttfuck in here!" and they both laughed, in a big hurry to get out
before they stunk up the elevator worse.

	They got out on nine and walked down the hall three doors.  Stoo unlocked
the door and went in, Chris slowly behind him.  Once they were inside, they
looked at each other.  The room was silent except for the sound of their
breathing.  Far away several cars whooshed away.

	"Cool" was all Stoo said.  He suddenly looked around and realized what he
had done.  He was in his pad with a guy he had jacked off to, not
twenty-four hours before.  He started to feel himself harden, in spite of
his nervousness, "bathroom's this way" and he pulled off his t-shirt and
tossed it on the floor.  By the time he was at the bathroom door, the shoes
were kicked off and he was starting to unbuckle his cut-offs.

	"You can go first, it is your place" Chris was hanging back waiting to see
where this was leading.  But he was not idiotic enough not to suspect this
was going to get nasty fast!  His cock was almost jumping in anticipation.
Hell, even if it was the ugliest old granny he ever saw standing in front of
him now, he'd be ready to jump her! "I'll wait--"

	"Fuck that" Stoo had dropped the cut-offs to the floor and was standing in
his white briefs "check it out" and he stepped into the bathroom.

	Chris followed him and started to laugh,

	"Damn Stoo your folks do this?" he looked around at a bathroom as big, hell
bigger! than the bedroom he was staying in!  And the shower area was
state-of-the-art, gleaming with black and red tiles, and enough chrome? shit
there was chrome everywhere!  It looked like something from Lifestyles of
the Rich and Famous!

	"My dad's in the business with K****r y'know, so we get this all free.
We're like this display gallery for all the new shit" Stoo turned to see
Chris' reaction, knowing his briefs were tenting "a real trip right?"

	"You lucky dog!" Chris just stood there "why you even bother with that gym
is a fuckin mystery."

	"Yeah well..." and Stoo looked at Chris and then down his front "...so...?"

	Chris' eyes went from the shower area to Stoo and then down to his crotch.
He remembered why he was here, why he could not get the image of the kid out
of his head, why he knew he had accepted the invite.  His cock throbbed with
several days worth of pent-up tension, screaming, my turn now! my turn now!
But a small part of him was trying to hold back, a losing battle but
necessary.

	"You sure... I mean... it's... you know... cool?" Chris' eyes were glued to
the kid's briefs, almost a bit shocked to see a small wet stain forming
where the fabric was being stretched.

	"Yeah we're cool... if... if you are" and he stood there waiting for Chris
to make a move.

	Chris hesitated, expecting the kid, expecting Stoo to get in the shower and
let him strip in peace, but no, he was standing there not budging a muscle.
Finally Chris had to do something to break the tension -- he pulled his
shirt off.

	"Heow" Stoo grunted, but this time Chris heard "hey" and "wow" very
clearly.  He bent down and pulled off his shoes and socks, not wanting to
meet Stoo's gaze for what came next.  He turned to the side and pulled down
his pants, the lycra shorts lighting up the room, a flashing neon sign.

	"Fuck..." Stoo stood there, his cock giving a very visible jump.

	"Yeah..." Chris was having trouble putting words together "thanks..."

	"Fuckin... hot" the last word almost whispered.

	Chris turned his back on him and with a bit of struggling pulled the sweaty
clinging shorts past his butt and down his thighs.  He knew he was putting
on a show now, so fuckit! give the kid a show!  He bent forward, his ass
muscles flexing, outlined by the jock straps. He worked the shorts down his
legs, shifting his weight from leg to leg for full effect.  He stepped out
of them and looked down at himself, the front of his jock not able to
contain his cock.  The head was already pushing out the side, swollen and
blotchy from its confinement.  He had no idea what to expect when he turned
around but here goes!  He turned to face Stoo, his cock against his leg
half-exposed.  He saw Stoo's eyes bug out big time!

	"Fuck... me" he whispered, the last word more of a mumble than a word
"wow."

	"Sorry..." Chris looked down at himself.

	"Wha?"

	"It's..." how was Chris going to explain "been like this..."

	"How.."

	"days..."

	"How... man... " Stoo was all but walking backwards, backing into the
shower and turning on the three, no four jets, his eyes never leaving Chris.

	Chris shrugged and reached down, tugging his jock to the floor.  He stood
there naked and hard, his crotch hair damp and matted, but his cock pointing
straight ahead.  As he joined Stoo in the arena-sized stall his balls
started to loosen.  Stoo stood there under on of the heads, frozen in the
headlights, his briefs now soaking wet and transparent.

	"Ain't you forgetting something?" Chris pointed at Stoo's crotch.

	Stoo gave a jerk and suddenly realized where he was.  He looked down at
himself, and at Chris, hard and wet in front of him.  Without turning he
tugged the wet cloth down and kicked them into a corner, his hard cock not
more than five inches from Chris'.

	But Stoo stood frozen his arms at his sides, making no move to do anything,
just stand there and look at Chris.

	"What's the matter Stoo?" Chris looked at himself like he had a some
obscene firehose hanging from his front.

	"Shit... I... I never done..."

	"You mean you never brought anyone -- "

	"Fuck no!"

	"Ever?"

	"Shit..." and Stoo stood there, unable to look away.

	"Geez kid... I didn't know... I thought you --"

	"You thought what?" and Stoo's face turned hard fast.  Chris looked at the
kid in front of him, Stoo's hands balling into fists. He saw that beneath
the baby fat there was muscle and the kid could give him a go.

	"Sorry I didn't mean anything.  I just thought you'd done... y'know...
stuff before... with guys."

	Stoo stood there and shook his head.

	"Fuck...I guess that makes us both boneheads" Chris reached for the soap
and started to lather his chest "I ain't gonna rape ya or anything.
Remember" Chris watched Stoo's fists relax "I just came here for a shower
okay?"

	"But..."

	"But nothin.  Nothing ain't gonna happen you don't want to happen okay?"
and Chris turned his back on him and started to shampoo his hair.

	There was just the sound of the water and breathing behind him until he
heard,

	"You freak if..."

	"If what?" Chris' head was under the water, his words almost
understandable.

	"You let me... wash your back?" Stoo's voice cracking big time.

	"Shit.." Chris face turned to him "my back, my front, hell Stoo it's your
place."

	"Forreal?"

	"I can live with that" and Chris spread his legs and placed his hands on
the warm tiles.  He stood there for what seemed like ten minutes before he
felt a slight graze against the small of his back.  He jumped.

	"Sorry" and Stoo pulled his hand away fast.

	"It's okay" Chris went back to his stance, and under his breath, yeah do
it.

	After another five hours (it seemed) he felt a hand on him again and then
two, running over the middle of his back and then up to his shoulders.  The
hands returned covered with soap and started to lather his back, from his
neck down to his waist.  When they hesitated there, Chris muttered,

	"Go on Stoo. You can keep goin."

	"Sure?"

	"Yeah whatever turns you on" Chris looked at him, meaning, kid you don't
haveta pretend, it's okay.

	Stoo's hands slowly, and then more bravely, started to play with Chris'
asscheeks and down to his thighs.  When Chris spread his legs further and
bent forward, he knew he was giving the kid a green light. It wasn't long
before he felt Stoo's hand rub him along the inside of his thighs and then
up to his crack.  When he found his butthole Chris let out an unmistakable
groan and then Stoo's fingers were circling around his anus and just like
that, one slipped in.

	"Yeah kid!" Chris moaning loud "whatever turns ya on!"

	But Stoo was more than a bit shocked when he felt the slick gooey lube
inside that tight hot hole.  He pulled back fast, not sure what just
happened.  His hands went back to massaging those strong muscular glutes
then up to his hips.  He pulled away to get more soap, his hands shaking
bad, the blood pounding in his ears.  But he didn't dare, did he?  His hands
wanted to run down Chris' sides and maybe... just maybe... he wanted to
actually touch that cock he'd been fantasizing about since yesterday.  But
could he do it without this guy freaking out?  His soaped hands started to
play over Chris' hips and up his sides to his armpits.  When Chris did not
object Stoo pulled him up and started to turn him so he had better access to
his chest.  Facing each other Stoo started to soap up Chris' chest and
almost jumped when he felt Chris' hands on his chest as well.  They stood
there soaping each other's front, daring each other to let their hands go
lower.  When it seemed like Stoo was losing his nerve, Chris reached down
and started to soap Stoo's balls and then let his other hand wrap around his
steel-hard cock.

	"No!" Stoo pulled his crotch away, almost losing his balance.

	"What! Sorry Stoo, don't you wanna..."

	"I... ah..."

	"What?  Don't you wanna--"

	"Ain't that... it's just..."

	"Just what?  You're a healthy guy and--"

	"Too healthy... it's just... I... cum real easy is all..." and he lowered
his face ashamed to look at Chris.

	"Is that all?" Chris' laugh boomed through the room "I thought I was
grossing you out or something."

	"Fuck no!" Stoo stepped forward "you're the hottest fuckin stud I ever -- "
then he turned beet-red, he'd said too much.

	"Really?" Chris stood there his arms folded over his chest "you shittin?"

	"No!" Stoo looked up "after yesterday I thought you freaked.  Freaked some
pervoid dude was getting a bone seeing you in the shower.  Then when you
stripped down and you were hard too..." Stoo looked him up and down "I
just... blew!"

	"You shot! Fuck I thought so!" Chris was almost smiling.

	"Like you're cool with that?"

	"Hey it's not like it happens every day" Chris started lathering Stoo's
chest again "like some guy jacks off watching me in the shower..."

	"You freaked didn't you?"

	"Maybe yeah okay a little."

	"And now?"

	"Now what?"

	"Y'know... even... touching?" and Stoo's hands were back on Chris' chest.

	"Look Stoo" Chris' hands were working their way south again "right now I'm
so horny I ain't shot off in two days.  You got yourself a free pass if you
get my meaning."

	"Real?"

	"Real."

	Stoo's hands worked their way down to Chris' pubes and then carefully
wrapped themselves around his equipment.

	"Go for it" hissed Chris and his own hands started to play with Stoo's
balls.  As they slowly started to jack each other, Chris' finger found its
way into Stoo's crack and up to his hole.  He felt the kid shudder and
started to twirl the finger around the opening.  When he felt Stoo return
the favor he suddenly clamped his cheeks together.

	"Sorry" Stoo yanked his hand away "you must think that's gross."

	"Hey I was doin it to you remember?" Chris smiled "no it's just I'm kinda,
y'know, grimy back there..."

	"You ever..." Stoo turned eight shades of red "naw forget it!"

	"Forget what?"

	"You're really gonna think I'm sick..."

	"Look Stu... at this point I don't know what's sick if anything anymore
okay?  So what're ya gettin at?"

	"It's just... you ever... y'know... use one of those?" and he nodded his
head at some of the hand-held shower heads still on the wall.  Chris turned
and saw what the kid was looking at.  Two of them were some type of nozzles.
  Chris looked at Stoo,

	"Those ain't what I think they are!"

	"It's weird but" Stoo said slowly "if you don't think it's gross...
lemme... I'll show ya" but the kid was barely breathing his heart was
beating so fast.  The chance to try using one of those on another butt
besides his own... man... that was more than he expected, hell it was the
grand prize he thought.

	"Hell you don't haveta that'd be -- "

	"No it's cool" Stoo's hand was playing with Chris' chest now "it's even
kinda... maybe a turn-on okay?"

	"Fuck..." Chris felt the fingers making his nipples hard "you sure?"

	"Big turn on..." Stoo's other hand was back at Chris' crotch "I'd get off
big time."

	"Wow... okay before I change my mind" and Chris turned and leaned against
the wall again.

	In a flash Stoo had the nozzle off the wall and turned on the water.  It
was warm in no time and he guided it to Chris' butt, expecting a hand to
knock it away any second.  As he was starting to ease it near Chris' crack
Stu saw him lean back and damn!  he just slid into it, half of it
disappearing is a flash.

	"Fuck!" Stoo yelled "I hurt you?"

	"Hell no!" Chris grunted, feeling the water flush into him, reaching that
impossible itch, damn, he died and went to heaven! "fuck... fuck me with it!
  Damn!"

	Stoo looked down at the nozzle slide into Chris all the way, a steady
trickle of almost clear water oozing out of his hole.  His cock gave a jerk
and without touching himself, he felt his balls start pumping!  He slammed
his cock against Chris' butt but not before two shots of cum spewed out of
him and hit the floor.  As he shoved his cock again and again against Chris,
his cum smearing down that warm ass-cheek, he started jamming the nozzle
again and again into Chris as far as it would go.  He heard Chris scream and
before he could pull the nozzle out he saw that cock swell to twice its
width.  Stoo reached around and started a steady jacking in earnest and with
the other hand keeping a steady rhythm going with the nozzle it was almost
by surprise Chris started shooting the thickest whitest paste Stoo had ever
seen, all over his clean shiny tiles in front of him.  Stoo pulled his hand
away from Chris' cock but it would not stop spasming, five six seven times
he shot off until finally he was just heaving and spasming, nothing more
coming from the stretched piss-slit.

	Stoo unstuck himself from Chris' back and inched the nozzle from him.
Chris stood there panting.

	"Wow..." Stoo muttered "I thought I was the only guy..."

	"Wha?"  Chris turned coming out of his fog by degrees "only what?"

	"Only guy that came like that?"

	"Like how?"

	"With that in him.  Almost without... touching myself."

	"Guess not"  Chris was gingerly touching his butt.

	"Shit!  I'm sorry I didn't wanna hurt you!"

	"Damn did it look like you hurt me?  That was one of the most amazing nuts
I ever busted" and he started to feel his hole, now very clean and not sore
at all.

	"Man that was.." and Stoo reached out and scooped some of the white paste
off the wall.  It was too thick to slide down and just hung there like
caulking.  Before Chris could react Stoo brought it to his face and
swallowed it.

	"Geez kid!" Chris tried to look shocked but just smiled.

	But Stoo stood there slowly getting his breath back.

	They went back to cleaning each other up, now more comfortable touching and
soaping each other everywhere.  After a few moments Stoo noticed that Chris
cock was not going soft.

	"Don't get pissed but can I ask ya somethin?" Stoo's voice was real low.

	"Sure I guess."

	"Does this ever go down?  I mean did you like take something or what?"

	"It's weird to talk about..."

	"Cause if you did where can I get some?" and Stoo's hand was all over it.

	"It ain't like that" Chris' hand went back to Stoo's front and started to
soap his balls.  As he did he felt the kid start to respond, "and I don't
think you'd need it anyways" and his fingers got him hard in no time.

	"Man what'd you do?"

	"I can't talk about it but it ain't bad like a disease or anything" I hope,
he said to himself.

	"How long you been like this?" his hand giving his entire crotch a slow
exploration.

	"Three days now."

	"Three DAYS!??!  You been boned up for three fucking days!??!"

	"More or less."

	"Man I just left those shorts as a joke" Stoo stepped back "well more a
sick thank-you gift than a joke."

	"That was you wasn't it?"

	"Fuck yeah... because of the stuff you gave me, that cream."

	Chris looked down, "so how is the leg?"

	"It's fine -- now" and Stoo turned very red in the face.

	"You asshole" Chris grabbed him by the shoulders "that was all b.s. wasn't
it?"

	"Not really."

	"You just did that just to put on a show.  You weren't hurtin at all" and
he gave a him a soft punch.

	"Well kinda."

	"You just wanted to see my reaction right?"

	"I ... guess... maybe."

	"And then the little show in the showers.  What was that for?"

	"Fuck..." Stoo took a step away "I swear I never did anything stupid like
that before, swear!  I just... I don't know... wanted to see what would
happen.. what y'might do.  See if you liked what ya saw... and if you
weren't grossed out... and maybe you'd let me see ya naked... and if ya
weren't freaked out by that... ya might let me..."

	"Le me what?" Chris was an inch away from him again.

	"Nothin bad" Stoo could feel their two cocks against each other and he was
getting real turned on.

	"And do what Stoo?"

	"Just lemme maybe touch your... dick."

	"Well you're touchin it now stud."

	"And maybe if that didn't freak you out then..."

	"Then what?"

	"Ya might lemme... y'know...suck it" the two words barely audible.

	Chris brought his hands up until he was grabbing Stoo by the ears, trying
to look as mean as possible.  After a second or two he just laughed.

	"That's all?  That's why ya did the show in the shower?"

	"You must think I'm the sickest homo perv" Stoo was resting his hands on
Chris' belly, slowly relaxing.

	"Naw kid ya ain't sick..." Chris looked at him squarely "no more than me."

	"You ain't -- "

	"So ya wanna lick my dick huh?"

	"Maybe..."

	"What if I said ya hadda earn it first?"

	"Earn? how?" his hands could not leave Chris' body, now he had permission
to feel him up.

	Chris started rubbing his hands all over Stoo's front and down to his hard
shaft, "ya ever fuck a girl with this club?"

	"Hell no!" Stoo looked panicked "I mean, yeah... maybe..."

	"How about a guy?  Ya ever fuck a buddy with this?" stroking it harder and
harder.

	"Shit no!"

	"Ya ever thought about it?"

	"Man..." Stoo looked down at their fronts, both soapy and fully turned on
"I can't say..."

	"You did, didn't ya?  It's okay admit it."

	"Well... maybe."

	"Ya wanna fuck... me?"

	"WHAT!?!?!" Stoo fell back almost losing his balance "I can't! You're
jerking me now! Even if... I couldn't..."

	"Why?"

	"Cause..." Stoo looked away "you see how easy I... cum."

	"That's easy enough to fix" Chris was rinsing himself off and getting out
of the shower.

	"Wait!"

	"Rinse off but don't move" and Chris was back at his gym bag rummaging
through the bottom until he found that cream again.  He removed the laces
from one of his shoes and was back in the shower.

	"Okay you wanna suck my dick right?"

	"Yeah..." Stoo's eyes were on the two objects.

	"Okay first ya fuck me with that fat headed log of yours and you can do
whatever ya want with my dick okay?"

	"You serious?"

	"Total serious."

	Stoo looked down at himself, his cock throbbing just thinking about it.
Not only would he finally get to feel a cock against his tongue for the
first time, but his boned up friend downstairs would get to feel the inside
of a guy's hole! On the same day!  He knew he'd slipped somewhere back at
the gym and knocked his head and this was all a fuckin dream!  And before he
came to he was gonna --

	"Okay" and Stoo stood there and let Chris apply a very small amount of
cream to the underside of his swollen cock.  Before he could feel it go
numb, Chris started to wrap the lace around his balls and cocks.

	"What the fuck ya doing?"

	"Relax, it's an old trick I saw.  It keeps ya hard but ya don't cum."

	"You shittin me?"

	"This way ya can get that cream inside my hole and fuck me blind and not
cum all at the same time" and he finished wrapping the first third of the
shaft of his cock "how's that feel?"

	Stoo gave himself a stroke or two "fuck, my dick feels like it's bigger
than ever but..." he gave the head a pinch "it's like dead rubber at the
same time."

	"Okay Stoo you are the man" and he got down on his hands and knees "you can
do what you want.  Think of me as your sex toy now,  like I'm your pussy,
all for you now stud."

	Stoo got down on his knees behind him and brought the head of his cock to
Chris' crack.  He spit down on his cock, and then again hitting Chris' hole.
  The head of his cock was way too fat to go in there, he thought.

	"Just go easy at first" Chris moaned "ya got yourself one fat cock there
stud.  It might take some effort to get in past the hole but then it's all
yours."

	Stoo started to work one finger into the hole, slick with his spit.  He
spat on his fingers again, getting a faint wiff of butt every time he
brought his hand to his face.  After a while he was getting three fingers
in, then a fourth.  That was it!  He brought his cockhead to the hole and
using both hands to spread Chris' cheeks wide he pushed.  Chris gave out a
yell but the hole stretched and with a plup! his head was in.

	"Fuck!" Chris twisted his head back looking at Stoo "just let it rest there
a second."

	"Does it hurt too much?" and he tried to pull back out but his head was
trapped tight by the ring.

	"Lemme just get used to it" Chris was relaxing his butt letting the pain
stop throbbing.  Stoo reached up and started to play with Chris' nipples,
"yeah that feels real real good" and almost by itself, Stoo's cock started
to slide forward.  He could feel the swollen head scraping against the
inside of Chris' guts but it was a dull distant sensation, like he was
watching it happen to someone else, not him.  But the feeling coming from
the underside of his cock, the fleshy area right below the head, rubbing
back and forth inside of Chris' very warm hole could maybe slide him towards
orgasm.  But not anytime soon, he hoped.

	"Fuck fuck fuck" Stoo was gasping, the end of his cock hitting some kind of
lump deep inside but the numbing effect made it feel like the strangest
thing he had ever imagined.  And yet the constant rubbing of his skin pulled
taught by all the straps, was driving him crazy.

	"Buttfuck buttfuck buttfuck" Chris was grunting feeling that swollen head
slamming into his prostate, hoping that cream would start relieving the
itchiness he was feeling all morning.  The more he felt Stoo slam into him
the more his prostate was sending shivers into his cock.  Just when he
thought he could not take it any more without blowing, it seemed like the
throbbing took on a different feeling, deeper and less prickly.  He reached
under himself and held his cock tight, amazed how sticky and gooey the head
was, how much he was leaking, "buttfuck buttfuck buttfuck me buttfuck me!"

	"Fuck fuck fuck" Stoo felt his cock start to spasm "I can't hold it I think
it's   cumming!" and his cock swelled like a balloon as his orgasm swept
over him, but he did not feel himself shoot.  Yet it felt like his orgasm
just kept pumping "fuck fuck I'm cumming I'm cumming I can't stop I can't
stop!" and he kept slamming harder and harder into Chris, his cock spasming
again and again but that hot fluid was not pumping out of him.  He kept
pumping and pumping until he could not take the insane sensations anymore.
He yanked his cock free with a jerk, Chris screaming as the head left the
hole.  Stoo grabbed at the cord but Chris' hands stopped him.

	"Fuck I gotta cum!" he screamed trying to untie his cock.

	"Not yet kid" Chris leaned over and was just able to grab the tube with the
cream.  He smeared a big glob all over the head of Stoo's cock and guided it
back to his hole, "go on, ya ain't finished yet."

	Stoo lunged forward this time and jammed his cock all the way to the hilt
in one mean shove.  Chris let out a scream and almost fell forward but Stoo
held him tight around the waist.  As soon as his cock was buried again in
that warm familiar hole he felt a renewed tingling start, and damn! what
seemed to be a second orgasm washed over him but still nothing pumped out of
him.  He got into the rhythm now, letting himself come down from the peak of
orgasm, let his cock just lodge there plugging Chris' hole, then slowly
start pumping again and with several lunges start another spasming, each one
more intense.

	After four of these rounds he pulled all the way out with a loud pop!
Chris yelled again as the cockhead cleared his ring.  Before Chris could say
anything, Stoo smeared the rest of the cream on the bright shiny red head of
his cock and slammed it back into that wet hot hole.  By now the entire
length of his cock was numb, so much dead iron, so with one slimy hand he
managed to untie the knot and unwrap himself as more blood pulsed back into
his cock.  As soon as the cord was off him he slammed his cock as hard as he
could again and again into Chris' hole.  Chris almost flew off his knees
with the unexpected force but he felt Stoo's big frame collapse over him,
pinning him down.  He felt the kid slam into him again and again, almost
violent in his swift lunges.  Chris had to brace his head against his
forearm to keep from banging against the floor with each slam.  He was
getting to point of worrying about the kid losing it when he felt that log
inside him quiver and jerk, as shot after shot of Stoo's cum finally poured
into his guts, flooding him, coating his insides with that hot soothing
cream.  Stoo crouched there overcome by the agony of his white-hot cum
finally erupting out his numb cock and into this unbelievable stud between
his knees.  The red and black tiles starting swirling and swimming and then
there were stars.

	After a few moments, the sound of the running water on the hard floor
brought Stoo back to consciousness.  He opened his eyes and took in where he
was and there was this large and maybe pissed-off man in the room with him,
under him with Stoo's cock in his butt!  Stoo quickly untangled himself and
backed away, getting to his feet,

	"S-s-sorry,  I guess I got carried away..." realizing his danger.

	Chris slowly got to his knees and turned to face him, his face hard and
stern.

	"Hey sorry Chris, I didn't mean to... y'know..."

	But Chris reached forward and before the kid could flinch grabbed him and
slammed their slimy crotches together, "thanks kid -- "

	"Thanks?"

	"That was one hellova fuck."

	"Ya ain't mad?"

	"Well..." Chris slowly got to his feet, his cock drooling with slime "I
will get mad if you don't..."

	Stoo lowered himself to his knees, still a bit woozy, his eyes trying to
focus on this amazing piece of hard man in front of his nose, his face
enough to smell this grand prize.  He leaned forward and brought his mouth
to the head, not sure how it would taste, all covered with slime like it
was.  But once he tasted it, that was it!  He gobbled it down like this time
he would wake up for real, and still at the gym!

	"Hey!" Chris pulled back "go easy with the teeth Stoo."

	"Sorry."

	"You ever sucked a cock before?"

	"Well... no..."

	"Just keep yer teeth away from it okay? Use your tongue I guess."

	So Stoo went back and started to work on maybe a third of that cock again,
slowly getting the idea.  After a while he was able to take more of it down,
and as Chris began a steady rocking into him, it started to bang into his
throat.  The first time he almost gagged, not able to breathe, but once he
figured out how to time his breathing through his nose between thrusts it
became easier.  Now Stoo could concentrate on how it felt to have a real
man's cock slamming into him and down his gut, like he always dreamed about.
  He almost thought his cock was hardening again but damn it was all dead
meat down there.  He reached down and damn! but he was boning up again and
damn! he could run it over with his truck and still not feel anything.  He
brought his other hand up to play with Chris' balls and started to slide it
back to his butt, only to bump into Chris' hand already there.  He was going
to poke his finger back in that hot hole, to feel all the jiz he deposited
in there, but Chris' finger was already poking away.  He pulled his head off
that amazing cock,

	"Lemme do somethin..." and Stoo leaned over and grabbed on of the nozzles.

	"Like what?" Chris opened his eyes, too far into the sensations to realize
what Stoo had in mind at first.  But when he felt the metal hit his butt he
pulled away, "don't."

	"Why not?"

	"It will flush out all the gunk."

	"You WANT that in you?" Stoo looked up, past the red angry cock to Chris'
face.

	"Fuck yeah... y'know...?"

	"I guess..." so Stoo turned off the nozzle "how about now?"

	"Yeah... kid you know my buttons."

	Stoo brought the dry nozzle to Chris' butt, not sure if it would slide in
or not.  But after the mushroom headed log he endured Chris leaned back into
it with a hiss and a moan, "yeah..."

	Stoo wasted no time and buried that cock deep down his throat again, no
thought of gagging this time.  With one hand forcing the nozzle again and
again into his hole, the other playing with Chris' balls, Stoo knew he had
him.  All he wanted now was to feel the hot juice pump out of this ultimate
cock and fill his stomach.  He was bobbing again and again on it, feeling
the balls tighten in his hand, the cockhead starting to thicken.  And as he
plunged the nozzle harder and harder into Chris he could feel the asscheeks
start to shake.  Chris was panting, "stop stop kid, I'm gonna I'm gnnnnnnn
FUUUUUUUU!"

	And he grabbed Stoo's head trying to pull him off but his cock just blew!
load after load of pent-up cum, the total week of his build-up erupted from
him and gushed down Stoo's throat.  He started to gag as more and more
poured out, now filling his mouth and running out of the sides of his cheeks
and down his chin.  And still Chris keep blowing as the nozzle jammed again
and again into his prostate.  Finally he pushed his crotch forward, Stoo
falling back to the floor, the nozzle yanking free of his butt with a plop!