Date: Mon, 20 Sep 2010 06:25:25 -0400
From: D DeLion <dlion@live.ca>
Subject: Flattop - Part 3

The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically
described sex among teenage males, jocks, athletics, and sex with older
males. If these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or
possess such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure
fantasy. The author does not condone either sex with minors,
intergenerational sex, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without
permission. Comments welcome - send to dlion@live.ca.

Flattop
By Dan deLion
Chapter Three: The Shower

"Come on bud, the hot water's gonna run out" he said as I stood there like
an idiot with the wet cloth dripping onto the floor. I stepped into the
candle-lit shower behind him, stumbling drunkenly a little.

"Watch yourself, bro. It's slippery as hell and we're both tipsy" he added,
sliding the glass door shut.

He stood facing the faucets and kept his back to me with his head down. I
watched the water running over his shoulders and down over that broad,
muscular back, sliding between his ass cheeks and then down he powerful
legs. My cock instantly began to harden and I hoped he was going to stay
with his back to me.

"Here you go, bud" he said, handing me a bar of soap over his shoulder.

As I reached for it, my hand brushed his round, grapefruit like bicep and I
shivered at the contact. Fuck, if I couldn't handle that, how was I
supposed to do this?

I soaped up the cloth he had tossed at me and tentatively began to use it
on his back, making small circles between his shoulder blades. He didn't
react at all but my cock did, growing into a full hard on pointed directly
at his jock butt. I slowly increased the circles until I had done most of
his upper back. I was very aware of my hard on and I didn't want him to
turn and see it. I was well past accepting that for some reason I found
this man intensely attractive sexually, but I couldn't be sure he felt the
same way. I didn't want to wreck an intense friendship with a drunken
grope. The child-like brotherly trust he'd shown me in this and other
situations was sexy, but also sacred. As far as I knew he was straight and
as far as he knew so was I.

He reached his hand over his shoulder and asked for the cloth. I gave it to
him and he wrung it out in the spray from the shower head. As I stood there
dumbly unsure of what to do next, he glanced over his shoulder at me,
quickly.

"Keep going with the soap" he said gently, over the sound of the water.

With a lump in my throat, I did as I was told and worked the soap into a
lather, spreading it onto his back. He draped the wet cloth over the tub
faucet and then placed his hands firmly on the tiled wall in front of
him. Leaning his weight into the wall, he dropped his head slowly into the
stream from the showed head. One leg bent forward while the other locked
into place supporting him. His tree trunk thighs and football shaped calves
looked amazing in the orange candle light, their curved heightened by the
water streaming down them. I felt the muscles in his back ripple as I
soaped him up. The position he was in showcased his big, sexy body and was
undeniably erotic. I realized that with his head down in the shower stream,
his eyes were closed. So as I soaped him, I allowed myself to look at him
all over, trying to take in every inch of this naked muscular god in front
of me.

A candle stub flickered on the counter next to the tub and started to
sputter. As I glanced over at it, I realized I could see his full profile
reflected in the glass as well as my own, complete with my cock just inches
from his ass. I couldn't see his cock because of the one leg bent at the
knee between it and the glass, but that did give me a nice side view of the
curve of his ass. I wondered what it would feel like to reach around and
soap up those blonde hairy pecs and six pack, or even his cock, but I knew
that would be crossing a huge line. Without thinking I took one hand off
his back and soaped my own hard cock a little, daydreaming about his
body. I absentmindedly stroked a couple of times until his voice shook me
back to reality.

"Use both your hands, dude. It feels great" he said, shifting a bit.

No problem. I quickly returned both my hands to that mound of muscle and
started not just soaping him, but massaging and kneading his muscles. He
groaned in appreciation and arched his back a bit. To my simultaneous
horror and pleasure, this made his left ass cheek collide with my soapy
dick head, poking him gently. I held my breath and worked a bit lower on
his back so that I could step back a bit. He didn't seem to notice the poke
so I kept on going. After a bit he spoke again.

"Fuck yeah, that's great. You didn't tell me you gave back rubs. My lower
back is killing me form the car."

"Yeah, mine too" I replied nervously.

"Yeah? Those seats are a bitch on long drives. You mind doing me more?" he
asked

It was a hell of a choice of words, but I realized he was completely
unaware of the joke.

"No problem I said, as casually as I could.

"Cool" he replied and shifted position in anticipation, bracing himself
against the wall again.

His eyes were still shut and his back was still to me so for the time being
he couldn't see how turned on I was. I allowed myself to enjoy this scene
with him as much as I could, after all this could be as far as I ever got
with him and I wanted to savor it. I worked his lower back, getting a
couple of knots out and allowed my hands to wander a bit further over his
shoulders and his upper arms. I glided them down over the sides of his
ribcage and waist and even the sides of his thighs. Every so often he'd let
out a deep, contented moan in appreciation in his sexy baritone so I knew
what I was doing was cool with him.

I absentmindedly watched myself soaping him up in the glass door again, a
trim jock boy pawing over a bulky man god lit only by quickly extinguishing
candles. It was like one of those sexy murals with just men that the
tourists don't get to see in Pompeii. As I massaged and soaped him just
above his ass, he shifted his weight so that both knees were locked and his
feet were planted quite widely apart. This made his butt stick out a little
and I appreciated the view. I checked out the profile of it in the glass
door again and with some shock, I realized his cock was now be visible. He
had a nice, thick tool rising up out of what looked like a big bush of
golden curls. I couldn't see much detail beyond that (the curve of his
thigh hiding his balls) other than he was uncut and... fuck, he was hard!
His cock was jutting out in an upwards curve with a small pucker of
foreskin at the end. It swayed a bit as I worked his muscles and I found I
could press harder to one side to make it move.

With my mind reeling at this, I let my hands travel down farther until I
was massaging the top of his ass. He became very quiet and didn't say
anything so I let my hands go further and work his entire ass cheeks, even
spreading them slightly as I worked. He didn't move. I had a strong urge to
let my cock or fingers slide between those soaped up cheeks, but I knew I
was walking a tightrope. The hard on could easily be just a combination of
the beer, the pot, the massage, the shower, and the fact that he hadn't
gotten laid in weeks after breaking up with his girlfriend. I thought I'd
better sober up a little and step back from this dangerous game of chicken,
but first one last discrete grope couldn't hurt before returning to the
safety of his shoulders. I guess I groped too hard because he stiffened a
little and stood up straight.

"Sorry" I muttered, red-faced with embarrassment and mortified at his
reaction.

I was obviously not as subtle as I had hoped. I prayed he didn't take it as
a betrayal by his straight buddy.

"No, it's cool," he said quickly, "I was actually hoping you'd do my legs
but I feel stupid asking. I know it's kind of a fucked-up scene but I trust
you, dud. And you're so damn good at this..." he said with a nervous laugh.

"I don't mind. We're good" I answered trying to sound as casual as
possible.

The thought of getting my hands on those massive thighs and calves with his
permission was too much to resist. I could probably work his ass more too,
especially as he was obviously willing to consider that as part of his
legs.

"Do you need more room?" he asked.

"I'm okay" I said.

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was going to be as agreeable as
possible.

"Ok. Just be careful kneeling down, the tub is pretty slick." he said,
planting his legs widely apart and leaning forward on the wall again.

He thought I was going to kneel down behind him? Shit, sure! If it was his
idea, who was I to argue?

I carefully got down on my knees and started to soap up those long,
powerful legs. His calves were awesome – strong, round and supple. His
beefy thighs were equally impressive. I massaged each by section at first
– thigh, knee, calve and ankle. Then I started stroking the entire leg,
one leg at a time from top to bottom sliding my hands around both sides of
the leg. This was erotic in a new way for me, verging on muscle worship. It
was intense and I was loving every second of it. He seemed to be enjoying
himself too.

I began to allow my hands more freedom, fully incorporating his amazing
mounds of ass into the full leg rubs, and letting my hand on his inner
thigh travel a little higher and a little more forward each time. I took
the chance of sliding around front a little too - over the light dusting of
golden hair that covered his legs, matted down by the water but barely
visible in the dim light. The sight of him in that dying candle light was
amazing. He looked like a bronze god.

I began to let my hand slide into his ass crack a bit as I came right up to
his waist from his ankles. Finally I let my hand stay between my legs until
I reached the top of his inner thigh where his legs turned into his ass. He
shuddered a bit and seemed to bend a bit more, squatting just slightly to
open up. My fingertips brushed against the base of his balls, and I let
them drag up his crack, lightly brushing what must have been his hole as
well. At hat point, I was doing everything I could not to bury my face in
that ass.

I slid forward a bit so I could work his other leg harder, straddling his
foot with my knees leaving my hard cock again inches from his skin. I slid
my hands right up, brazenly brushing the back of his balls again and up
past his hole. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement and I realized
he was watching me in the glass. Fuck it, he wasn't saying no so I
pretended not to notice and massaged his thighs and ass more, slipping down
to those hot calves every so often. This made him lean forward a bit and
hang his head again which exposed his hole to me – directly in front of
my face.

I looked up at the glass and realized he had bent forward not to show me
his ass, but because he was watching my hands go up his legs from the
front. I also realized that meant my own hairy legs and fully erect cock
was in full view for him, as was his own hard uncut monster. Holy shit. He
may have been enjoying it or he may have been stunned silent and thought I
was molesting him or something. I kept forgetting my brain was swimming in
beer and residual pot and I probably wasn't making the best choices. I was
playing with fire.

Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light that lit up the entire room
in a blinding blue-white sheet. A crack of thunder sounded and I stood up
abruptly, just as the last candle went out leaving us with only the light
from the living room and a bit of a glow from the frosted window. The
darkness was intense after the lightening and there was an awkward pause.

"Looks like the heat is breaking. Probably gonna be a hell of a storm
now. We should hurry, this isn't the best place to be in an electrical
storm" he said in a business-like way.

Without saying anything, he stepped forward and keeping his back to me,
washed of the rest of the soap I had left on him, even quickly doing his
ass crack. I quickly soaped up myself to get any last grime off in the
meantime, pretending to be busy doing that to cover the uncomfortable
silence.

"The water's going cold. You better rinse off quick," he said turning
around but keeping his eyes trained on the towels outside the glass door.

He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me past him towards the water,
without looking down or looking me in the eye. We shuffled past each other
awkwardly in the tiny enclosure. He was so much taller and wider in the
shoulders than I was, it was a tight fit. Suddenly I felt his cock poke my
belly as he passed. He was still hard! I didn't want to embarrass him and
tried to back away a bit but the shower wall was right there so I turned
quickly instead, only to have my own dick slap his thigh with a smack. He
stepped quickly aside and out of the tub, fumbling to reach a towel.

"Sorry man," he said, obviously very humilated "It's just the water."

"I know, me too. No biggie" I answered lamely.

"Speak for yourself" he laughed, toweling himself with his back to me.

He glanced back at me and grinned, breaking the tension a little. I didn't
dare look down and neither did he. Instead he turned his back again and
covered himself with his towel.

"I'm gonna shut the windows. Rinse of quick and get out of there. I'll meet
ya in the bedroom" he said and left the bathroom, pulling the door shut
behind him.

Despite the now cold water streaming down my, my cock was still hot and
throbbing as I rinsed off, thinking about how I had finally seen and gotten
my hands on this hunks body and how close I had come close I had come to
doing even more. Another flash of lightening lit up the room followed more
closely by a deafening burst of thunder. The storm was getting closer. I
shut off the water and toweled off, my mind reeling. I knew I had to
control my impulses and fight the beer enhanced urges I was having or there
could be a hell of a storm inside the cottage that night as well.


To Be Continued...