Date: Thu, 5 Jun 2008 21:47:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: BigNBtm <bignbtm@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dancing the Horizontal Mambo 2

We all have wondered about the bromance between these two...I just imagined
a little bit more than everyone else.  And that's what this is...my
imaginative story about a couple of real guys who may or may not be lovers.

But I like my story better than what reality probablly is.

Part 2

The adreneline Cristian felt pumping through his body was a combination of
pain, nerves, and excitement.  His arm was still incrediblly painful -
espcially since the pain meds they had given him at the hospital were
wearing off and the pill he took before he left had not yet kicked in.  His
stomach felt like a butterfly sanctuary had just taken up residence there.
Cristian could vaguely remember a conversation with Jason where he admitted
to his true sexuality, but he was unsure of the outcome, or how much was
actually revealed or spoken.  Add all this to the fact that Jason had
allowed him to slowly slide his hand up his upper thigh to the point where
Jason's pinky was resting snugly against Cristian's balls, and the hot
Chilean's glands were pumping out more adreneline than Cristian knew how to
handle.

The seemingly endless trip to Jason's hotel finally ended, and Cristian
continued to feign his grogginess, and made Jason practically carry him up
to his suite.  Cristian leaned heavily on Jason with his good arm wrapped
around him, which afforded him the opportunity to feel just how substantial
the football player was...and he was impressed.

Just to test his strength (and-if truth be told-to be a little bit ornery),
Cristian "passed out as they came off the elevator and Cristian "bumped"
his arm on the wall.  In an impressive feat of strength, Jason quickly
slipped his hand behind Cristian's buckling kness and swept him up into his
arms.  It backfired slightly when Jason, trying to get him into the room
with the porter's help, wacked his head on the door jam.  Cristian "woke
up" at that and accused a laughing Jason of trying to get him out of the
competition once and for all.

Jason carefully laid Cristian down on the bed, dismissed and tipped the
porter, and went right to work on Cristian's arm.  He iced it down again,
elevated it, and tried to make Cristian as comfortable as possible.

Jason's suite was huge, but it only had one king-sized bed.  He was about
to call the front desk to get another room when Cristian stopped him.

"Dude, I don't want to sound like a pussy, but I'd really like it if you
stayed in here with me.  I'm not sure I can do everything I need to do
alone, and I'd really like you close by."

"No problem, man.  I'm here for you.  I better get a roll away bed sent up
though.  I want you to be comfortable in bed."

"You don't have to do that, dude.  Just sleep here with me.  With all the
drugs they've pumped in me, I'm sure I won't even know you're here."

"If you think that's OK.  This IS an awfully comfortable bed."

"Yeah, it is.  Moreso than mine.  I guess DWTS only gives the SEXY
celebrities comfy beds," Cristian taunted.

Jason looked at Cristian kind of strangely and laughed nervously.  "You
must be really messed up, dude.  That's the second time you've called me
sexy."

Cristian's defenses were slipping again.  The pills were taking effect.  "I
just call 'em as I see 'em, pretty boy.  And I see a sexy man in my bed."

Jason rolled his eyes, sure Cristian was delerious now.  "Let's get you
ready for bed you red hot chili pepper," he laughed.

Cristian could hardly keep his eyes open as Jason gently removed what was
left of his shirt, and unbuttoned his pants.  As best he could he lifted
his lower body up - actually, it was Jason who did more lifting than
Cristian - and Jason slid his pants down his legs.  As the pants came down,
Cristian decided that right now was a pretty good time to close his eyes
and take a little snooze..

After Jason had wrestled Cristian's tight dance pants past his hips,
Cristian passed out again.  He sat for a moment looking at his new best
friend lying there, eyes closed, a funny smile played across his lips.
Lips that were full...and...sexy.  Lips that begged to be kissed.  Jason
mentally shook himself, berating himself for thinking such things when the
man had just suffered a serious injury.  He grabbed Cristian's pants and
slid them down his thighs.  Thick, muscled thighs with just the right
amount of hair sprinkled over them.  Jason allowed his hands to slowly
caress Cristian's thighs as he slid the pants down.  He had never touched
another guy like this, in all his years of sports.  He had helped many an
injured player out of their pads, but never did he allow himself this
pleasure of enjoying the feel of their musculature.

"Probablly because they were all conscious," Jason thought.

His hands continued down Cristian's legs until the pants slid off his feet.
Jason took a deep breath and looked back up at Cristian.  It was then he
realized he was lying nude except for his dance belt - a glorified thong,
really.  But what struck him was not the beauty of the male physique laying
before him, but his own facination with the fullness displayed in the pouch
of his belt.

Jason considered the decision he had to make.  He could leave Cristian the
way was in his dance belt.  That would be the safe choice.  It would keep
embarassing questions from arising, and it would keep this surprising side
of himself hidden and safely locked away in some dark closet of his mind.
Jason smiled at the well fitting metaphor.  He could choose not to be safe
as well.  Remove Cristian's belt.  He would be risking their friendship,
but then again, he'd get to see Cristian in ALL of his glory.  He would be
cracking open a door to an area of his psyche that he had never explored
before...or even knew it was there for that matter, but he could also be
opening Pandora's box, given his profession and public profile.

As Jason considered, he came to the conclusion that he was not a person who
played it safe in every other area of his life; why start now?  It also
occured to him that while he could leave Cristian at least partially
clothed, the dance belts were not exactly what he considered to comfortable
sleeping attire, and sleeping nude was much preferable.  He also realized
that looking is only that: looking.  Should questions arise, he'd meet them
head on with humor and take any clever reparte that Crisitan may throw at
him.  Their friendship could handle something as minor as an unconscious
disrobing!

Jason took a deep breath and reached for the waistband of Cristian's belt.
He carefully tugged it down, working it down Cristian's hips and jimmying
it down from underneath him.  Slowly, Christian's treasure trail begain to
spread and Jason realized he was about to see the full monty.  In all the
times they had hung out, the opportunity to see each other without clothes
never presented itself.  Another tug and Jason realized that Cristian must
trim his pubes as they were extremely short, and not at all curly.

"Interesting," Jason commented quietly.  "In for a penny..." he
philosophized.

Jason tugged the g-string out of Cristian's crack and then pulled the front
of the belt down.  His jaw went slack as he looked at Cristian's manhood
laying bare before him.  He was, to say the least, impressed.  Cristian
looked to be packing at least 7 inches of uncut thick Chilean sausage in
his belt.  Jason was quite proud of the equipment in his hanging
department, but he doubted that he could rival Cristian.

Gently, Jason removed the dance belt completely, tossed it aside, and
stared unabashedly at the striking nude before him.  His eyes travelled up
and down, memorizing each inch of the Latino stud next to him.  His hands
reached out and caressed his leg, tracing the lines carved out between the
muscles he found there.  He watched as his hand reached up and tenderly
stroked his chest, allowing his big hands to relish stark contrast between
the soft skin of his pectorals, and the hard nubs that were awakening in
their center.  Jason's hands took on a life of their own, it seemed, as he
watched them creep down, undulating down over the six pack, then caressing
the narrow treasure trail that began just below Cristian's waist.

He wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but it dawned on Jason that he
had become hard; extremely hard.  Harder than he thought he had ever been
before.  Jason paused momentarily to consider the consequences should he
continue.  A million thoughts swirled in his mind, and he couldn't
concnetrate on any one of them.  He sqeezed his eyes shut and made the
decision to stay in the moment and let the rest sort itself out.

"Full speed ahead and damn the torpedos!" Jason said aloud.

Jason's quiet, heart felt exclamation pecked at the consciousness of
Cristian.  He was having a marvelous dream.  Someone was caressing his body
which was starting to respond.  The large hands had gently pet his closely
cropped pubes which caused the hair on his arms to stand on end.  Other
things were beginning to stand up as well.  He could feel the hand
cautiously wrap around his cock and give a gentle squeeze.  He wanted to
badly to moan, but the fog that had surrounded his brain had caused him to
forget exactly how that was done.  The only thing he could do was allow his
body to respond naturally - and it did.  Cristian felt as though his dick
would never stop growing.  He could feel the blood coursing through it as
it took on mammoth proportions growing to a huge 10" long and almost 8"
around.  It was glorious to be fully hard, and Cristian was enjoying every
minute of it.

Soon the hand changed tactics.  It begand to stroke.  Cristian feel the
hood pull back as the hands that held him began to work it back and forth
over his head.  A second hand began to stroke down as the first reached the
base, then another began at the top as soon as the second was clear and so
on it went.  It created the feeling as though one huge unending hand was
stroking down and over the sensitive head.  The sensation was moving
Cristian too quickly to climax.

Suddenly the hands stopped.  While Cristian wanted the feelings to
continue, he sighed at the respite from the stimulus.  However, he couldn't
fathom the reason for the sudden stop.  He was sure there would be a reason
for it, but in his current state of mind he couldn't think of any.  He
tried to open his eyes to see what the problem was, but just as he felt as
though he had figured out how to do that, the hands were back, and this
time, they were covered in a warm, slippery glove.  Cristian's mind
immeditely sank back into it's most blissful state and enjoyed the
attention.

Jason had noticed the change in Cristian's face when he began to stroke his
huge member.  He looked much more relaxed, less stressed, and even seemed
to start sleeping better.  Jason decided to make the experience even more
enjoyable and pulled out his bottle of lube he kept in the bedside table
for those times when he needed to take care of himself.  Most nights of
late, he found himself sleeping alone, his wife back home tending to the
riggors of the homelife of a football superstar; jacking off was not
uncommon for him.  He noticed how agitated Cristian became when he stopped
for the few moments it took to get it out and flip open the bottle.  Jason
almost stopped altogether for fear of waking Cristian, but something inside
of him told him to continue on.  After quickly warming the viscus liquid
between his two huge hands, Jason wrapped his fingers around Cristian's
cock and continued his stroke.  Almost immedietly,
 Cristian relaxed and the smile that had been on his lips returned.

The hands spread the glorious liquid over his steel rod and soon they were
slipping and sliding up and down the pole like well-oiled machinery.  Then
the second hand began to work.  Cristian felt it lift his heavy balls up
and begin to fondle them with the same warm slipperyness as the first hand.
This was almost too much for Cristian to handle.  One of the things that
drove him mad was playing with his ample balls.  "Eggs" some had called
them.  "Kiwi-sized" was another comment.  The compliments had been many,
but Cristian realized early on in life that he was blessed with a very
large set of male anatomy.  He continued to marvel at the glorious feelings
coursing through his body.  His breathing became faster, and a burn began
deep in his cojones warned of the coming flood.  Cristian could do nothing
to stop it, so he gave himself to it, allowing the feeling to grow and
grow, knowing it would
 consume him any moment.

Jason loved stroking Cristian.  It was an amazing feeling to pleasure
another man like this.  Jason had never in his life touched another man's
genitals, but the feeling it gave him was simply amazing.  His cock jumped
and leaked inside his pants, causing a huge dark spot to grow on the front
of his pants.  Feeling Cristian's huge phallus in his hands and the two
huge nuts rumbling between his fingers made Jason feel things he'd never
felt before.  His hands tightened on the stiff member and his stroking
picked up speed.  Jason could feel Cristian's ball begin to rise as he
rolled them between his fingers.  It wouldn't be long now.  Jason and
Cristian's friendship would soon move to a new level - whether Cristian
knew it or not.

A thought suddently siezed Jason's brain; he's going to cum all over the
place!  "I'll have to clean it up or he'll know!  I'll wake him up.  What
do I do?"

It was too late.  Jason felt Cristian's cock start to pulse in his hand.
Any second now cum would fly out of the piss slit and shower them both with
the sticky fluid.  Desperate to contain the mess and unable to think of
anything else, Jason leaned over and wrapped his lips around Cristian's
head.

Jason's timing was impeccable.  No sooner had his lips sealed around the
crown, cum began shooting into his mouth.  Volley after volley of spooge
was slung against the roof of his mouth, the back of his throat and the
insides of his cheeks.  His mouth became full and Jason did the only thing
he could do: swallow.  Not once, not twice, not even three times, but five
times he had to swallow, and still Cristian emptied himself into Jason's
mouth.

Jason was so taken aback at his own actions, he almost missed two key
events in the evening.  First, he realized that Cristian's cum did not
disgust him, nor offend his pallet.  The texture was on the slimy side, but
it occured to Jason that the taste was not just OK, it was desireable.
Slightly salty, slighty bitter, but with a glorious sweet aftertaste that
lingered on the tongue.  As Jason sat up and watched the gargantuan begin
to return to normal, it also dawned on him that he had heard something
while he was drinking down Cristian's cum.  It was Cristian's voice.

Jason raised his eyes and looked into the face of his best bud, only to
find him smiling contently, eyes still shut in an opiate-and-sex-enduced
stupor.  He tried to make sense of the meaning of this, wonder why, when in
the throws of passion and the climax of sex, would Cristian call out
Jason's name?



That's it for Part 2.  Write me and tell me what you think @
bignbtm@yahoo.com.  This is my first and would love to hear your thoughts.