Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2007 20:04:02 -0600
From: Mac Pin <xyz.66@hotmail.com>
Subject: Pete: Part 2 The Confession Continues

Pete woke up Sunday morning, begrudgingly, as vivid pictures of big hard
cocks and hot tight little asses that he had sucked and fucked the past
week raced through his mind.  His cock was rock hard and engorged with
blood and piss.  As he stood to go use the bathroom, his brain cramped up
from all the booze, sex, and lack of sleep and he could tell it was
starting to catch up with him.  He steadied himself for a second, than
padded his way, naked, to the toilet.  He pointed his hard dick down
towards the bowl, and a rush of piss and alcohol burned through his piss
hole.

"Aaaaaagh," he moaned, as he shook the cobwebs out of his brain.

He dabbed a tissue around his head, to get the last few droplets of pee,
flushed, and headed straight back to bed.  "Oh, just another hour...," He
mumbled to himself.

He tried to close his eyes, but now that he was awake and a little more
alert, the images of cock and ass that paraded through his mind again,
started to freak him out.  He so badly wanted to just be straight again,
but he had to admit to himself that sex with men was hot, and in
particular, sex with Jason was out of this world.  How can this be, he
thought?  How can the thought of another guy, another fucking guy, get me
this jones'd up?  It was more than just the sex; Pete knew deep inside that
it was the competitive struggle for power and control, man against man,
muscle and the will to win grappling and sparring with the other's to gain
the upper hand, to be `Top Dog'.  That's what really got him sexed up.
Yet, his most courageous act as a man, and scariest, was when he was worn
down and he finally relented, and he freely gave a part of himself to
Jason.  Now their sex was a beautiful ebb and flow of top and bottom,
easily and comfortably going from one end of the spectrum to the other and
back again.  With these thoughts he reached down to his cock and could not
believe how hot to the touch it was, how hard it was.  It flared, almost
like a growl, as it slipped in and out of the palm of his hand.  His mind
was racing; he took a few deep breaths, stopped stroking himself and
decided that last night's chat with his Dad had helped quite a bit, and
that he should keep going with his confession.

"Hey, Dad, how's heaven treating you today.  I hope you're not flirting
with Mrs. Gillespie; I know you were always sweet on her.  It used to make
Mom crazy when you would `personally' pick out her tomatoes and sweet
peppers, `just for her', and make such a grand scene about it.  I guess
Uncle Tony comes over 3 times a week to help mom run the store, and she
says he's pretty good with the sweet talk, but that you were always the one
with the silver tongue.  I guess we all still really miss you."

"Life down here, as I started to explain last night, is pretty complicated.
I think I fell asleep just after I told you the story of Jason's first time
with a guy, but before I confessed my own transgressions into the world of
gay sex.  I should probably start by saying that as Jason told his story, I
found myself getting really aroused. I started looking at him not as my
best friend, but as a hot piece of ass.  I mean here he was talking about
having his ass eaten out like a pussy, and I couldn't help but find myself
picturing him lying on his back, legs spread high and wide, and a gaping
cunt hole slapped right at the center of his ass, winking at me."

"When he finished telling his story, he looked a little sheepish, not
knowing how I would react to him opening up to me as he did.  As he looked
down, I could tell that he took note of my raging boner sticking up from my
sweat shorts, and a cute little smile of relief crossed his face.  It was
at that moment when I really took note at how good looking he was.  He has
light brown, wavy hair that he keeps fairly short, smoky green eyes, a
sharp long nose, full, luscious lips and a smile that can light up an
entire room.  Athletically, he's in great shape and physically beautiful.
He's a bit of a clown, at times, but he's always fun to be around and a
great motivator when it comes to pushing me to stay in shape for tennis and
keep up with all my class work.  In many ways he has become both coach and
mentor.  I realized, then, that not only would I accept if he made a pass
at me, but, I was actually hoping he would hit on me.  Or, more to the
point, hoping he would suck me off, I was horny!"

"What came out was, `Wow... That, wow.'"

"`Yea, it was pretty hot.  I still think about Dirk a bunch, he's the only
guy I ever... you know, let...,' he paused for a second, `fuck me.'  He
kind of stammered the last part, and then he continued on, `I used to think
I was in love with him, that maybe someday, we would be together, but he's
married now with a couple kids.  When we're both back home, he won't talk
to me, he can't even look at me.  Anyway, I don't know how this all came
bubbling up, I'm sorry.  I'm going to head on to bed.'  With that he put
his hand on my thigh, gave me a little squeeze and pushed himself off the
couch and onto his feet.  "Goodnight, Pete, thanks for listening.  Oh, and
don't worry about New Orleans, I understand it could be uncomfortable for
you.  In the morning, why don't you call Mike, tell him I'll pick up his
shifts, if he wants to go down with you.'"

"`Oh, right, thanks Jason, that's nice, but...' it was awkward, but I
stumbled through, `I thought you wanted to go.'"

"`Look, Pete, you're a good kid, but I have to be real honest with you
right now.  You were right to be leery of me coming along with you.  I'm
attracted to you, have been since the day I met you at the tennis courts.
It's taking every ounce of self discipline to keep my hands off you or not
to notice how sexy you are right now with your `dear in the headlights'
look and your fat cock tenting out your shorts.  If you were anybody else,
if you weren't my best friend, I'd take advantage of you right now. You're
just drunk and horny, just looking for some relief. Go upstairs, Pete, and
go to bed.  Beat off if you can't sleep.'"

"`Who says you'd be taking advantage of me?  What if I want you...,' I
couldn't bring myself to say it, but then he finished it for me."

"`Suck your dick; is that really what you want me to do, Pete?'"

"I didn't say anything, Dad, I was frightened.  He knew what I wanted but
was forcing me to come clean before giving it to me.  Here I smugly thought
he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself, yet I found myself
practically standing there with my dick in my hand begging him to blow me."

"He broke the silence, `You have to tell me you want me, Pete, or I'm going
to bed,' yet he didn't move.  He kept waiting, waiting for a response,
yearning for something from me to say I wanted him.  All I could muster was
a nod, but he shook his head, no, meaning not enough, he needed more.
Then, before I could think to stop myself, my body made the choice for me,
probably was my dick, as that's what usually leads me in these situations,
and I walked over to him.  I looked down into his smoky green eyes, placed
his hand on my throbbing hard dick, my other hand pushing down on his
shoulder, directing him to get on his knees.  His hand stayed at my crotch,
rubbing and squeezing the length of me, but his shoulders and knees
resisted.  `You have to say it, Pete, or I won't do it.'"

"`Come on Jas', you know what I mean.'  I tried to grind my dick harder
into his hand, but he stood there feeling me up, ensuring my continued
arousal, but nothing more."

"`Fine, I want you to suck my dick.' I gushed on, `I want you to deep
throat me, and I want you to take my load...'"

"He cut me off, with a mischievous grin, `So you want me to everything your
girlfriends won't do.  Is that what I'm hearing?'"

"At that, I had to chuckle, `Yea, that's about right.'"

"With that, he drops to his knees, on his own accord, and licking his lips,
proceeds to tug at my shorts.  As the loose fitting shorts hit the floor, I
step out of them, leaving me naked from the waist down, and my cock like a
flag pole sticking out from my t-shirt.  He reached for my cock, his strong
hand encircling the base, and I immediately knew this was a man who new how
to handle a big dick; his touch was all masculine confidence, no
apprehension on his part as to what needed to be done or on how to go about
it.  His kneaded the aroused fleshy head of my penis, as he held it with a
surprisingly light touch at my tip.  He then lowered his head to sniff the
entire length of my engorged cock, inhaling from the top, down the root,
and into my balls (that really tickled), and underneath the sack. He seemed
to revel in my scent as he exhaled out, sending a cool wind down along my
ass crack, causing a stir in my hole and a tingle in my spine.  His tongue
travels back up along my quivering stick, over the ridge of my flared head,
and then lets his soft full lips engulf me.  For a second he suckles me
into his warm, wet mouth, his tongue darting to and fro; just to give me a
taste of his expertise, rises up, and mutters something about being more
comfortable in bed, and heads for his room, pulling me along with the root
of my cock in his hand."

"Once we are both in his bedroom, he releases my cock, turns to face me and
begins to lift my shirt up over my head.  With my arms up in the air, and
the neck of my shirt not past my head, he stops for a second, and I can
feel him drinking in the sight of my naked body.  His tongue lightly
circles one of my nipples, and then lightly nips at it with his teeth,
sending a deep shiver throughout me. A slight groan escapes both our lips,
simultaneously, also breaking the silence that was filling the room.  After
a short pause, he continues removing my t-shirt.  He motions for me to get
on the bed, but as I crawl up, my ass exposed to his lustful stares, I am
keenly aware of him watching my cock and balls sway from behind.  I have an
uneasy feeling of being prey, but once turned around and comfortably
propped up with some pillows; my attention turns back to my aching dick.  I
gave him a, `let's get on with it look', as I stroked my cock a few times
for good measure.  He flipped off the lights, and I could feel his weight
on the bed as he reached for my cock.  I pushed him away, and turned on the
bedside lamp."

"`Look, this is probably the only time I'm going to do this, and I want to
watch.  I'm a guy, remember; V*I*S*U*A*L*L*Y STIMULATED.  Plus, you need to
be naked too; it's just weird being the only one without any clothes on.'
With a nod of agreement, he gets up and proceeds to strip."

"Now we were finally getting somewhere.  I had comfortably planted my naked
ass on a big comfy bed, my legs were spread wide for a nice juicy blow job,
and I was propped up and ready for a sexy striptease; what could be
better?"

"He removed his shirt, and it was my turn to be impressed.  Where I am long
and lanky, my muscles keeping me light and quick on my feet, Jason is
thicker, hunkier; solid.  His muscles are round and firm, but not overdone.
I give him a whistle and tell him, `Nice 6-pack, cowboy, now why don't you
show me that tight round ass of yours."

"He turns a little red with embarrassment, and he says, `You're a real dick
you know that, Pete?'"

"`Come on, show me your ass, ya' little tart!'"

"He grimaced with that remark, but accommodated me by turning his backside
to me, bended at the waist, and slipped his shorts and underpants across
his hips and down his muscular thighs and let them drop to the floor.  He
held this position for a moment, letting me drink in his beautiful cream
colored ass.  The only hair I could see was a small tuft of curlies drawing
a tight circle around his pink puckered hole.  When he bent at his knees to
step out of his underpants it was like looking at the back side of a strong
stallion, his long cock and big balls hanging down low from between his
round muscled flanks. Rising back to a standing position, he turned to face
me, his own excitement impossible to hide.  `YowZazz' was all I could
think, and I knew immediately why girls would get that scared look in there
eyes, when they would see my aroused cock for the first time.  I knew he
would be big, I had seen him soft numerous times in the locker room showers
and, in reality, he was probably about the same size as me, maybe a little
shorter and wider, similar to how we compared in our overall body
structure.  Yet, it was still intimidating as he started toward me, his
cock bouncing erratically up, down, and all around, sticking out from his
perfectly trimmed bush."

"Sensing my fear, he said, `You asked for all of this, little man, now it's
time to play.'  With that he crouched between my thighs, resting one arm
across my flat solid stomach as his hand caressed my muscular chest and
pinched my hardening nipples.  His other hand grabbed and pulled at my
plump ball sack, forcing my dick straight up from my abdomen, as his lips
enclosed around my sensitive, blood engorged head.  He kept his mouth
securely suctioned to my tip as his tongue swirled around my head and
dipped into my slit looking for some early deposits of pre-cum.  Once
satisfied that he had gotten all that was currently available, he continued
down my root, his wet lips leading the way as they caressed every sensitive
inch.  Down, down he went, further than any mouth had been before, until my
bulbous head hit his constricting throat.  He pulled up just a smidge,
giving himself one last long breath through his nose, opened his throat,
and let me in.  He then let out a low moan that reverberated through the
entire length of my penis and gave me the shivers.  In my excitement I
forced my last couple of centimeters into him, grinding my pelvic bone
against his nose, and that seemed to be more than he could handle or that
he expected I still had available.  He pushed me out of his mouth,
breathing hard, glaring at my spit slicked weapon, and said almost
worshipfully, `you have the most beautiful cock, its perfect.' He swooped
down and sucked me a few more times, pulled up again, saying, `just the
right length.' Slurp, slurp up and down my cock, `Just the right width.'
Slurp, slurp, slurp, `a challenge every time.'  He started to mouth and
lick the sides of my cock, stopping as he reached the top to say, `Not
monstrous, no, no, or obscenely big; its chiseled perfection.'  He mouthed
down the other side, then, `Uhm..., perfectly proportioned cock and balls.'
With a cow lick up the underside of my dick, he then lashed his tongue
against my mushroom head, sort of swabbing the deck, looking for any traces
of early cream, and than down his gullet once again."

"Up to this point I was mostly just a voyeur, taking in the hot sex scene,
watching his pouting lips slide up and down my cock, unwilling to put
myself into the action. As his ministrations intensified, I could no longer
resist the temptation, and found myself tentatively rocking my hips with
the movement of his mouth, the two of us getting into a nice rhythm.
Reaching down, I ran my fingers through his thick hair, pushing and pulling
him along the length of me, my hips gyrating, my toes curling. For some
time now, he was sucking my dick to a slow boil, but as I got further
involved in the blowjob, he intensified the pressure."

"`Oh, Jas', so good, keep sucking me man, God you're good,' I moaned as I
pushed his head down hard onto my cock, and holding him there as his throat
danced and constricted around me.  I felt the pressure of him trying to
back off my dick, but before releasing him, I ground my sweaty crotch into
him one more time, forcing myself even deeper down his throat.  I could
feel him starting to gag and choke around my cock, his mouth a throat
desperately squirming for freedom."

"`That's it, bitch, take my cock!  Take every fucking inch,' I spat as I
mercifully released him from my grip."

"He came off my cock with a gasp for air, his breath ragged and raw.
Looking up at me with determination and maybe just a tinge of fear in his
eyes, he plunged his lips down onto my cock with a fury.  Up and down he
went, my hips meeting his rhythm, my own breathing becoming labored as the
need to cum quickly moving from a slight ache in my balls, to a tea pot
ready to blow.  My movement became erratic, my breathing ragged as I tried
to hold back, not wanting the sensations in my cock to stop."

"`You better pull off, Jas'; I can't hold out much longer, I'm gonna cum.
Oh Jesus H. Christ, I gonna fuckin' blow.  Pull off or I'm gonna fuckin'
choke you!'"

"Jason did not pull off, for that matter; he seemed to suck even
harder. Drawing my load of cum up from my balls and into my thickening
tube.  My dick was engorged with lust, my hips flying off the bed, my
fingers crawling through his scalp, forcing myself further down his throat;
his throat convulsing around my bulbous head."

"`Aaaaagh, FUCK!'"

"Two blasts shot off, one right after the other, deep down his throat.  He
pulled off a smidge, releasing me from his throat so the next couple of
loads hit the back of his throat and washed over his tongue.  A few more
globs shot out of my head, as he swallowed hard, causing him to suck out
like a straw a few more globs.  He proceeded to nurse and suckle my
deflating unit until every last drop was removed from my dick, and it
rested lazily in his mouth.  He rose from my crotch, pulling at my cock,
which was more like a fat wet noodle, stretching it until he could no
longer hold it in his lips and continue to rise.  My penis fell from his
mouth with a kiss, splattering cum and spittle onto my sweaty stomach."

"Hovering above me, out of breath; still trying to swallow bits of cum as
he savors my flavor, and mumbles, `that was so hot, Pete. Your dick is
amazing!'  He swallows hard, leans down to suckle my now flaccid dick in
his mouth, cleaning up the last remnants of cum that have oozed out from my
slit, releases me, and says `The way you took over was a complete mind
fuck...  Pete? Pete, are you ok?  I'm sorry if...  Pete...  Are you
awake?'"

"I could hear him faintly, but it felt like he was worlds away.  My mind
and body were numb, and I was too tired and overwhelmed to respond.  He
reached over me, his own hard cock pressing into my side, turned out the
light, and snuggled up against me.  Our naked bodies together felt nice."

"Unless I was dreaming of blowjobs, which I guess is possible, I swear that
intermittently throughout the night, I could feel Jason taking me into his
mouth, sucking me, but never letting me get to far along, or enough to
really wake me up.  As dawn approached, and the first few sprigs of light
shone through the window, I felt him rustling on the other side of the bed.
Again, I dozed back asleep.  Then I felt him jacking me off, but his hand
was wet and slick.  Still holding my dick up, he stops stroking, but again
there is rustling in the bed.  Curious, I open my eyes to Jason, who is now
straddling me, his ass hovering just above my dick.  Our eyes meet for just
a second, than he lines me up with his puckered hole, draws a deep breath
and proceeds to lower himself onto me; the first inch or two gliding in
fairly easily."

"`Oh, that's a big dick. `Oh, shit, big mistake.'  He took a couple quick
breaths to calm himself, rose up a little, to gain some momentum, and
pressed himself down another couple inches, this time my head bouncing into
a rubbery elastic ring.  More deep breaths, then he says, `I can do this,
God it's big, but I can do this.  I know I can.'  Again he rises up, pushes
down, and I crash through his tight ring, and his ass is hovering just
above my pubes before coming to another abrupt stop."

"`Want some help?' I ask.  But before he can answer, I slam my hips up as I
reach out to his hips helping him to push his way down the last inch or so.
We both exhale, and enjoy the moment.  He takes a second to collect
himself; he is dripping in sweat, his ass clenching and unclenching around
my hard cock, kissing it, milking it, and pinching it, desperately trying
to cut it off at the root so he can shit it out.  After swaying his hips to
make some extra room to move, he slowly begins to fuck himself on my pole,
sliding up and down my hard cock, and I can see from his face that the
initial pain has changed to pleasure.  At first my mind is only focusing on
the tight ass sheathing my cock, but as Jason picks up speed, I notice that
his own cock, bobbing above me, starts smacking my abdomen to the rhythm of
our fuck.  I reach out and touch his dick for the first time.  It's hot to
the touch, and it jumps in my hand.  I stoke him, my closed fist rubbing
through the flared edges of his mushroom head."

"`Oh, that's it Pete, you know what a man likes.  Just do what you know and
love.  Yea, that feels great!'  Then he leans in and whispers, `I want you
to really fuck me, take me from behind like a bitch.  Will you do that for
me?'  He leans back at an angle that allows my cock its deepest penetration
yet, and stares me in the eyes."

"I nod my agreement, and with a smile he raises himself off of me.  Looking
down at him in his crouched position, it almost appears as if a shiny,
golden, phallus shaped turd is being shat from his open ass.  Once off, he
turns himself over and raises himself on all fours, sticking his flaring
red, opened ass up in the air, showing me how ready he is for a hard fuck.
He looks back at me as I admire his low hanging balls, and give his hot ass
a quick smack."

"`Do you mind greasing me up a little more, as I was pulling out it started
to feel a little dry.  The cream is on the bedside table.'"

"I reach over, leaving one hand on his muscled ass for support, and pick up
the tube, squeeze some onto my fingers and turn my attention back to his
ass.  It was obvious to see that his chute was still opened from the
dicking I gave him a few moments ago, as his gapping hole winked at me in
anticipation.  I eased a couple fingers up into his ass, and was amazed at
how alive it felt; the walls of his ass sucking my fingers deeper and
deeper into him.  I moved my other hand down to his dick, and started a
steady stroke, all the while seesawing three fingers in and out of him.  He
let out a guttural growl, and then he groaned, `I'm... uh, uh, I'm... I'm
ready. Do it.  Fuck me some more.'"

"I figured that at this point we were through with the pleasantries, and so
I fit my head at the entrance and pushed onward.  I pushed through pretty
easily, but was slowed a little as I passed through his sphincter.  The
feeling was incredible, so I backed up in order to push through again, his
tight sphincter pulling at the flared ridges of my head, forcing a groan
from deep down in my chest.  Back and forth with short fast stokes, I
passed in and out through this delectable tight ring, each of us `ooohing'
and `aaaahhhhing' every time my head pulled or poked through to the other
side."

"Not wanting to over stimulate myself, I barreled on through his tight
tunnel, continuing on until my dick was buried deep in his bowels and my
pubes were smashed against his sweaty ass.  Pushing these last several
inches into him with one fell swoop seemed to take the wind out of Jason,
so I held myself still, feeling his ass muscles grip and grind at my cock
as it adjusted itself to my girth.  I rested my hips on the round curves of
his ass cheeks, my chest laying flat against his strong wide back, my arms
encircling his chest.  I encompassed him like a sweaty hot blanket, and
this seemed to help calm his ragged breathing.  My lips were kissing at his
ears and neck, the smell of shampoo and sweat filling my nostrils.  As he
relaxed around me, I started to move my cock within him, starting out short
and slow, building up the length and speed of my strokes as I felt him
gyrate below me.  I reached a hand down from his tight titties, sliding
over his sweaty stomach, down through his wavy bush, stopping a sec to
twirl my fingers through his hairs, and, finally, reaching for his
throbbing cock, stroking him off to the rhythm of my fucking. I moved my
clenched fist up over his flared ridge, covering and squeezing his spongy
penis head.  As my fingers slid over this ultra sensitive part, his cock
gave a lurch and several dollops of pre-cum oozed from his head.  I swabbed
at his slick cream, digging my fingertip a little into his slit, scooping
up his stuff onto my finger, raising it first to my nose, to see if he
smelled ok, then to my lips for a quick taste.  Sucking on my finger,
lapping at his cream, I thought to myself, `not bad, not bad at all;
Tasty.'"

"Finished with my treat, I started to intensify my thrusts, slamming hard
into his ass, my balls slapping against his backside as they swayed below.
I was starting to work myself into lather; really fucking him now, deep,
hard and fast thrusts, and my open hand intermittently smacking him flat on
his ass, just to remind him who was fucking who.  I could tell, though,
that my weight was starting to get heavy, and his knees started to slip
until finally he was splayed out wide with his dick being ground into the
mattress, as I pounded his ass mercilessly from above.  I could tell that
it was hurting him by the sounds of his grunts; I pulled out, and slapped
him on the side of his ass, telling him to turn over on his back.  Without
thought, once on his back he raised his legs high and wide, forcing his
asshole open for my return.  This time, his ass was completely mine, and he
gave no resistance to my entrance, as I slid unhindered into his gaping,
soar hole. I was mesmerized as I watched my dick disappear into his ass,
feeling his body shudder as I slid into him and seeing his eyes bug out as
his ass sucked me in like a vacuum.  I looked deep into his eyes as I
started to fuck him, alternating from long dicking him from tip to root,
sometimes leaving just the tiniest tip inside his lips, in order to feel
the pleasure of entering him again and again and again, to short sharp jabs
that were sure to knock against his prostate, teasing him to his orgasm.
At some point, my mind entered a FUCK zone, the only thing that mattered
was the tight spasmming hole that was wrapped around my engorged dick.  I
could feel my own orgasm build up inside me, and although I never wanted
the feeling to end, I also could not wait to bury my exploding dick deep
inside his bowels.  Feeling my hot cum splash against his ass walls;
splashing back against the torrent of cum and washing my cock in its own
spittle."

"I was brought back home, as his asshole bit down hard on my dick.  Jason
was writhing underneath me, his legs wrapped tightly around my waist.  I
leaned in to kiss him, our chests heaving together, our tits rubbing
against each other, causing shivers to run through us.  We were completely
connected in body and spirit, hearts beating as one, when I felt his cock
expand against my stomach. He released from our kiss, threw his chest out,
his head back and bellowed, `Keep fucking me Pete!  I'm gonna cum, but just
keep fucking!  Oh, YEA, baby pound me, you son of a bitch, FUCK, FUCK,
FUCK, FUUUUCK'nn FUCK!' A gush of hot sticky come shot up between us, large
globs smacking our chins and running down our necks.  I could feel his dick
trying to sway beneath me, but he was trapped between our hard stomachs, as
it shot load after load onto our hard, sweaty cum slickened chests and abs.
We were both drenched with cum."

"While he came, his ass was like a toothless old whore sucking on a dick
too big for her mouth; writhing and sucking at my cock; his hungry ass
milking me for my frothy cream.  This brought me over the edge; I grabbed
his legs and pushed his knees to his head and began pile driving into him.
Sweat dripped off my nose as I continued pounding him harder and harder, my
fucking motion pushing him further and further up the bed until his head
was knocking hard against the headboard; Bang!  Bang, bang. Bang! Bang,
bang...  I couldn't control myself, my dick was on its own page, and my
dick wanted to cum! I leaned in for another kiss, and my load shot out from
my dick.  A deep guttural groan belched down upon him, as our lips were
locked together in lust.  My dick absolutely exploded; huge quantities of
cum being spewed forth, drenching his insides, cooling the hot fires
burning in his ass."

"Unable to keep our lips together, as I was convulsing on top of him like a
crazy man, I buried my head in his neck and shoulders, my ass muscles
flexing to push out my cum from deep, deep down within my loins."

"`Oh God, I'm still cumming, oh God...Oh God, Jesus, FUCK!'"

"I slowly started to come down from my high, I think I was delirious for a
second, and started to slowly rock back and forth, feeling the friction of
our skin rubbing against one another.  My dick started to deflate a little
as one last large globule was pushed through my tired dick, tingling as it
oozed out my piss slit.  I got the shivers as another smaller convulsion
slipped along my tube, `Ooohh, yeaaaaah.' then I groaned, `Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph, that was... that, oooh that was fuckin HOT.'"

"We stayed locked together in the afterglow, our ragged breath returning to
normal.  Eventually my limp dick eased itself out of Jason's ass with a
`pop', slipping down to rest along his sensitive crack.  I released his
legs from my grip, letting them fall onto the bed, but I stayed on top of
him.  Raising my chest and looking down upon him, I began to caress his
chests, massaging his thick cum into his skin, circling his wet nipples
with my index finger."

"`Well, I guess I don't have to ask if it was good for you too,' I said
with a wry smile."

"`Man, you are such a geek,'"

"He pulls me towards him, maneuvers us where we are lying on our sides,
facing one another, legs and arms entwined and kisses me.  My soft, full
lips accepting his; his tongue searching out mine, dancing a slow dance."

"We stay this way for awhile, neither of us saying anything, just listening
to one another breath; both of us are completely spent.  Eventually,
though, we unhook ourselves from one another; our bodies were creating way
too much heat, and Jason takes a couple investigatory sniffs.  He seems to
target the smell, and heads towards my stinky armpit."

"`Dam, dude, you need a shower.' He slaps my ass as he jumps out of bed,
and yells, `Come on, Pete, lets go!'"

"`First off,' I say, `you are way too perky for...' I do a double take at
the alarm clock, `...for 6:30 in the morning.  Secondly, I'm not your
boyfriend, you can't...' I stopped myself from continuing, and immediately
regretted my last statement."

"Jason's a smart guy, or maybe he's been in this situation before, I don't
know, but regardless, he let it all slide by and said, `I knew all this
wasn't going to last, I could feel myself losing you as soon as we unhooked
from one another, I guess I was just hoping it could continue long enough
to shower with you.  We're both stinky, we both need to shower.  Not too
mention my shower's way better than your crappy little one upstairs.
Afterwards I'll treat you to some breakfast.  After that, I'll leave you
alone, no pressure.'"

"I just stood there grimacing, mulling everything over in my head.  He
shrugged his shoulders and turned to leave when I said, `is your shower
really that much better, or are you just trying to string me along?'"

"He stops and turns, `Um...well, probably a little of both, but I can tell
you this, the shower pressure alone is out of this world.'"

"I guess I liked his honesty, because I found myself following him into the
bathroom.  When I got there I was in shock.  His Grandmother's house is a
typical older home, a 1920's 2-story Craftsman, if I'm not mistaken, built
efficient and utilitarian; no modern amenities.  His bathroom did not fit
into this mould, and was obviously recently upgraded with a double sized
Jacuzzi bathtub and separate standing shower twice the size of the cramped
little shower I had use of."

"Grandma loved her Jacuzzi; she needed it for her physical therapy.  She
loved to sit and soak herself in the warm water a drink highballs.  One
time, drunk as a skunk, she told Nurse Maddie that she didn't want to get
out because the jets felt good on her pussy.  I guess she thought if she
waited long enough she could have her self an orgasm.'"

"`What?'"

"`Oh, I forgot, you never met Grandma, she was a little coo coo.  In the
end, I think she finally did get her orgasm, we heard her moaning out
`Helen! Helen!' in a throaty tone, then we heard her drink crash to the
floor.  Nurse Maddie and I ran into the bathroom to see grandma slumped
over with a grin on her face."

"`You mean she died in here? Your Grandma fucking died in that Jacuzzi
right there; from a fucking orgasm?'"

"`Well, the coroner says that she died from heat exhaustion and booze. I
think she was hallucinating, slipping in and out of reality, thinking her
old girlfriend was sloppin' on her cunt, and had a heart attach from all
the excitement.'"

"`That's sick, Jas.'"

"`Yea, I rarely use the Jacuzzi, it goons me out a little.'"

"Shrugging his shoulders, Jason jumped in the shower first, tuned on the
spray, and beckoned for me to get under the water first.  I did as he
asked, and quickly forgetting about his grandma and agreed how much better
his shower was than mine, `I can't even turn around without banging my
elbows on something.' I said.  I continued to luxuriate under the water, as
the strong, steady stream massaged my taught muscles.  He starts soaping up
my chest and stomach, washing away the mixture of cum and sweat, then turns
me around and continues over my back and shoulders.  He finds a couple
tight muscles, and digs his thumbs deep into the tissue, smoothing and
relaxing them. All the while we were bantering back and forth, like always,
somehow the fact that we're naked in the shower together as he washes my
body, not being a big deal."

"Finished with my topside, both front and back, he crouches down to soap up
my legs.  He spends extra time on my ass, squeezing and pulling at my round
butt cheeks, causing my crack to open and close.  A soapy finger slides
along my crack, his knuckles scraping against my hole as he massages my
scrotum.  I clench my ass, pinching his finger in protest, but not before
my dick gives a slight jerk as blood rushes to my bloating head.  He
quickly retreats, continuing down my sinewy muscled thighs and calves.
Finished, he turns me around to wash my feet and the front of my legs.  I
can't hide my dick, it's just too big, not hard, mind you, but elongated
and fat, rubbery feeling as it bounces in front of his eyes.  He takes me
in his mouth as the water washes over me.  He quickly moves his hands up my
legs and massages my inner thighs, my dick gives a lurch, and I am
officially hard again. The mixture of all these sensations is overwhelming
me.  Keeping one hand to circle my inner thigh, his other hand reaches to
play with my balls, again reaching out a long finger to slide along my
puckered hole. The accumulation of all these sensations, new and old is
quickly bringing me over the edge.  I feel juices bubbling up from my loins
into my sack, the familiar ache to cum rising within me, when he pulls off
me with a sucking `pop' sound.  He leaves me hard, wanting to cum, but
really no where near the point of no return."

"`He's smart, huh, pop?'"

"He rises up with a groan, both our hard dicks bobbing against each other
and hands me the soap.  He smiles devilishly and says, `Your turn.'"

"I knew what was up, hell, it could be hitting me in the face pretty soon,
but I chose to postpone any immediate decision, hoping the moment will
dictate my actions, and start soaping up his front.  Somehow he gets me
talking sports again, as I wash each part of his sexy, manly body.  I'm
only half paying attention, though, my dick raging on as his smooth taught
skin entices me to explore his every crevice.  As I reach his ass, I mimic
him from earlier by sliding my finder along his crack, bumping his hole as
I glide by to play with his balls from behind.  I go a step further though,
sliding my other finger into his ass.  His insides are still filled with my
sticky cum, and I use my finger to dig at the large globules, watching them
slide out of his ass, down his legs and into the drain.  He grunts in
discomfort, his ass still really soar from the pounding I gave him, but he
tells me to keep going, that he wants me to clean him out good.  Satisfied
with my work, I tap his leg, indicating him to turn around."

"There it stood, Dad, bouncing hypnotically in front of me, mesmerizing me.
I reached out and grabbed him in my hand as I sat back on my haunches, and
stared at his flaring cock, feeling the blood surge through his veins,
pumping him up to fullness."

"I couldn't do it, Dad.  Something was holding me back, guilt maybe.  I
rose to face him, shaking my head, `I just can't do it Jason, I'm sorry.
I'm just not ready for this yet.'"

"I could tell that he was disappointed, but he tells me that it's ok,
kissing me as he binds our two cocks together in his hand, and starts to
stroke us off.  Again, as I feel my cum boiling up, he stops his stroking,
turns his ass to me and says, `Just slip between my thighs, my ass is still
too soar, but I want to feel you one last time.'"

"I soap up my dick, slip it down along his crack, and bounce my head
against the back of his balls as I stroke myself in and out between his
tightly clenched thighs.  I suction my chest to his back, wrap my arms
around his waist, and rest my chin on his shoulder as I watch us grind
together in the mirror through the shower glass.  I reach down and start
stroking his dick, quickening my pace as my hips flail along his inner
crack. I curl my toes on top of his feet as I feel his body tense around
me.  The need to cum is rising quickly in both of us, my fist encircling
his hard fat tool, stroking him on to orgasm as his thighs grip at my own
seesawing cock."

"`OH!' he shouts, bucking his ass against me before lunging his hips
forward, his cock expanding in my grip.  His eyes lock on mine in the
mirror as cum fires from his cock, shooting out from his tip, spattering
against the glass.  My own orgasm follows right behind him, his muscles
writhing against my pole, taking me over the edge.  As I start to shoot, my
knees give out on me as I start to shake."

"`Agh, shit!' I loose my balance and fall back as cum shoots straight up in
the air.  Still holding onto his waist we fall back, my cock like a fire
hose spraying cum everywhere, my tailbone hitting the shower floor
hard. Fortunately for him, he falls harmlessly into my lap just before
being showered in cum, as it falls back to earth.  I push him off of me,
rolling onto my side, sharp pains shooting up my back and spine, `Awe FUCK,
that FUCKING HURT!'"

"`Pete, are you all right?  Dude, I can't believe you just fell like that.
You shoulda seen...hah, hah, you shoulda seen your face.'  He starts
laughing at me, I'm writhing on the floor in pain, and he's fucking
laughing at me, Dad.  Can you believe this shit?"

"He continues on through his smirking, `you had your `I'm cumming face' on,
when all of a sudden, `he, he,' your eyes bug out and your lips make this
funny surprised `O' shape, then all I see his your hands grabbing for my
waist, pulling me down with you as cum spurts out of your cock.'"

"Still chuckling at me, he hovers over me, pulling me back onto my back, he
smiles down and says, `I'm sorry man, but that was fucking funny.'  As the
ache in my tailbone subsided, his laughter got me going too, and I start
guffawing at my own awkwardness.  Water spraying down upon us, he kisses me
again, `even when you're a clumsy oaf, your still manage to be so fucking
sexy.'"

"First, helping me to stand, he turns off the shower, and starts drying me
off with a big fluffy towel. `So Pete, what did you mean when you said
earlier that you weren't ready `YET.''"

"`You mean in the shower?'"

"`Dumbshit!  Yea, in the shower, with my dick in your face!'"

"`Well,' I said, `Somehow you got me to beg you for sex with just a few
shots of tequila in me, I can only image what you'll get me to beg for when
we're down in the French Quarter, shit faced and sexed up.'"

"Well, Dad, I hope you aren't too disappointed in me, but if you are, trust
me this is only the tip of the ice berg.  The sex only gets hotter and
dirtier during the week Jas' and I party down in the Bayou."

"I should probably get up and go talk to Jason, though; I was a real dick
as we headed into Austin last night.  New Orleans was like a costume party,
I was able to be someone else, free to explore my sexuality, but Austin was
home, where the reality of what I did stung me in the face.  Gay, straight,
how was I possibly going to come to terms with my desires?  How could I
face my teammates in the locker room?  Could I look at their hot, athletic
bodies and not get aroused?  Will everybody immediately know, am I somehow
marked, my desire for hot sweaty man on man sex forever tattooed on my
soul."

"What about Jason, Dad?  I hope I didn't blow it with him; I was so cold
and awful to him, blaming him for my actions.  He just took it all, not
saying much, letting me vent, but I know he was really hurt.  It was dark
in the car, but I think I might have made him tear up."

"I don't know, Dad, I think I might... I think... I think I might love him,
Dad. If I do, are you going to be cool with that? I need you on my side,
Dad. Sometimes you are the only one I can turn to, ya know, to bounce off
all the crazy shit that fucks with my brain."

"But I also need Jason.  I need to go down stairs and see him, to talk to
him, if he'll let me.  Tell him that I'm sorry."

"I love you, Dad."