Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2002 21:03:15 +0000
From: SEBASTIAN WALLACE <seb_big_man@hotmail.com>
Subject: Intimacy Part 2

INTIMACY (Part 2)
by Sebastian Wallace

We got back late from visiting the
trenches and the Second World War Museum.  We'd eaten out in Brussels and
then gone to see this surreal play about life under Nazi rule.  The teachers
said we'd been quite lucky that the play had been running at exactly the
same time as our visit.  The students had a rather different opinion.

We
got back to the hostel at about half past ten.

Simon and I went up to
Dobby's room with a load of other lads for a smoke and to slag the trip off.
  This guy Jed claimed that he and a few other guys had sneaked out of the
play and gone to a bar.  They'd bought a few drinks, he said, and got it
together with some Belgian girls.  He made vague inferences about what
they'd done afterwards, clearly hoping for questions from us, but the whole
story seemed so highly improbable that none of us even bothered to
acknowledge that he's spoken.

At about half past eleven, I felt tired and
said I was going to get off to bed.  The others made jokes about Mr Gould
needing to tuck me in, but I really felt shattered from the long and day and
said my goodnights.  Simon said he'd come too and the two of us wandered
back to our room.

Gould was getting undressed when we got back.  He'd just
got back from having a few drinks with Mr Vaughan, one of the other young
teachers accompanying us on the trip.  The two of them seemed to be big
mates and had run a couple of hiking trips together with groups of lads from
the fifth form.

Simon and I followed his lead and started undressing.  We
talked a bit about the trip and how it wasn't quite turning out as we'd
anticipated with Gould grinning and nodding.  After a while of listening to
us winging, he said, "Well, I figure if you come on a history trip, you've
got to expect a bit of... ah... history!"

I turned to him and smiled.  "I
just expected... you know... other stuff as well..."

Gould pulled down his
trousers, revealing his pale grey briefs.  They clung tightly to him and
emphasized the bulk of his cock and balls bulging inside the front of them.
Throwing his trousers across to his pile of clothes near his rucksack, he
looked over at me and asked, "Girls, you mean...?"

Pulling off my boots, I
nodded.

Gould took off his shirt and was wearing a tight dark blue vest
underneath.  It clung to his muscular chest and, although I was
uncomfortable about finding other guys attractive when I was fifteen, I had
to admit to myself that the guy looked pretty hot standing in front of us in
his underwear.

He got onto his bed and sat on it, facing us and with his
back to the wall.  His legs were open and his feet were on the edge of the
mattress so that we could see the front of his briefs splayed open and the
gusset between his legs, connecting the front of them with the back.  The
paired mounds of his balls and the thicker rod of his cock were clearly
defined inside them.  He said, "Actually - and you guys can take the piss
all you like - I kind of like being mainly around other guys for a few
days."

Simon pulled down his jeans.  His briefs were a dark red colour.  He
chuckled and said, "That sounds pretty weird..."

Gould looked quizzical.
"What's weird about wanting to get away from women for a few days?  It's
good for guys to get together sometimes..."

Simon sat down on the edge of
his own bed wearing a black Placebo teeshirt as well as his maroon briefs.
His cock and balls looked small and almost inconsequential inside them in
comparison with the more developed bulge inside Gould's underwear.  He said,
"Yeah.  I can go with that.  It's just that other stuff you said this
morning... I think it's a bit... you know... bizarre."

Gould looked over at
me.  I finished pushing my socks into my holdall and sat down on my bed.
Like Gould, I sat right back on the mattress with my back against the wall.
I opened my legs, aware that my briefs were as tight as Gould's and that the
outlines of my balls and cock would be obvious inside them.  I was well
built in that area and unashamed about showing them off, just as Gould was
doing.

Gould grinned over at me.  Then he turned back to Simon and asked
him, "What do you mean?  What other stuff?"

Simon said, "Well... you
know... what you said this morning about being up Everest, wanking off with
other guys in the tent and stuff."

Gould smiled, "It's hardly weird.  When
guys are alone, they need to relieve themselves.  It's a fact of life,
mate."

Simon said, "Yeah but in private.  Not together."

Gould thought
about this.  Then he explained, "Most men seem to like to do it lying down.
The natural place is therefore a bed.  If you're sharing a room or a tent
with other guys, you can't always wait til they're all asleep.  So there
bound to be the odd time when a few guys do it together."

Simon looked
sceptical but intrigued.  He moved back on his mattress, sitting with his
back to the wall as Gould and I were.  He opened his legs so that I could
see that, between his legs, the material of his briefs was pinched slightly
inside his arse crack.  Then he continued, "I guess... but how does it
start?  I mean, do you just say, 'Okay guys.  Wank time.'"

Gould and I
chuckled.  Gould shook his head, then said, "If it happens, it happens.
It'd be kind of bizarre to make an announcement.  Usually, after the light's
been switched off and the conversation has died down, someone will try to
discretely play with himself in his sleeping bag.  And that gives everyone
else a cue to join in if they feel like it."

Simon asked, "And you do it
with guys from the school?"

"If we share together, yeah.  I let them start
it first.  I'm not going to lie there in front of my students, giving them a
solitary show.  But if one or two of the lads want to pull themselves off,
I'd join in if I felt like it."

"It's no big deal, Simon," I agreed.

Gould
laughed.  He casually adjusted his cock inside his briefs.  "Yeah.  If
that'd shock you, Simes, some of the stuff that happens on these trips would
make your hair curl."

I laughed too.  "Like what?"

He said, "Well..." and
then he shook his head and became coy.  "No.  It's private.  Stuff between
guys is their own business..."

I looked at Simon, wondering whether to let
the topic drop.  But he looked as interested as I was, so I pressed Gould
for more.  "It's not like I'm wanting names.  I'm just interested to
know..."

Gould shook his head again.  "Suffice to say that some guys help
each other out a bit..."

Simon protested, "I wouldn't be shocked by that.
I mean, if you're gonna wank together, I guess it's the obvious thing to
do."  He looked over at me and I saw that his cheeks were turning slightly
pink like he wasn't so sure about what he was saying as he thought he would
be.  I smiled and nodded to show him I agreed with him.  He finished off,
more hesitant, "Sort of like... doing a favour... to get one back... isn't
it...?"

Gould said, "Yeah.  I've no issues with it.  I just thought you
might have."

Simon shook his head.  "Not really.  I mean, I dunno if I'd do
it myself, but I wouldn't have a problem with it happening in my tent."

I
nodded, smiling.  "Sounds kind of weird.  But maybe fun."

Gould said,
"You'd join in, would you, Seb?"

I laughed.  "I dunno.  I'm not
gay..."

Gould chuckled.  "Most guys I've been climbing and stuff with
haven't been.  I guess it's not about that.  It's just being comfortable
with other guys and trusting them... accepting each other's mutual needs.
Stuff like that."

Simon said, "Yeah... I guess... I suppose it's pretty
much given that that kind of stuff's gonna happen when guys are coupled up
together with no girls..."

Gould grinned.  "Like we are, you mean?"

Simon
smiled but looked embarrassed.  "Well - I dunno..."

I wanted to provoke
Gould into giving me a few more details.  I asked, trying to adopt a look of
unconcerned interest, "So, have you ever done anything like that?"

He
looked at me, smiling.  I maintained my expression, trying to look curious
but not amused or - worse - fascinated.  He said, "Depends what level we're
talking about..."

"What do you mean?  Level?"

He kept smiling and looked
more sheepish.  He glanced at Simon, like he was afraid of offending him.
Then he explained, "Well - are we talking about trading hand-jobs,
mouth-jobs or..."  He looked at Simon again, still smiling slightly.  Then
finished, "... arse-jobs?"

Simon half-laughed, half-gagged, "Ugh
disgusting!  Jesus!"

Gould laughed.  "What?  You just said trading favours
was natural, Simes..."

Simon kept laughing.  "Yeah, but not that!  I was on
about wanking each other off!"

I was more curious than amused.  I asked,
more seriously, "Is that kind of stuff common among normal guys?"

Gould was
still grinning broadly, clearly very entertained by the conversation we were
having.  I noticed that his cock had lengthened significantly inside his
briefs.  "If you mean among heterosexual guys, well... I don't think it's
common.  But I think it goes on a fair amount when guys are camping
together.  Being away from family, friends and everything that's familiar.
Needing a bit of company, a bit of intimacy with someone else.  I guess if
there were girls on the trips, there'd be stuff going on between them.
Since there usually aren't, the lads just make do with each other."

Simon
was still stunned.  "Jesus!"

Gould laughed again.  "I said I'd make your
hair curl, mate."

Then I asked, smiling now, "And what about my question...
have you ever done anything like - you know - what you called
'arse-jobs'?"

Gould grinned at me.  "Not that, no.  Not that I think it's
disgusting: I just never did it."

I said, "But other guys have done
it."

"Yeah.  Of course."

"What, in your tent?"

Gould still smiled but
didn't say anything.  He looked like he was thinking.  After a few seconds
he said, "This goes no further right... I mean, the guys left last year
but... I dunno... they might have brothers in the school or something..."

I
nodded.  He looked at Simon.  He said, "Go on.  I don't even know any of
last year's upper sixth..."

Gould nodded.  "Okay.  It was a three man tent.
  Me and these two lads from the sixth form were sharing it.  Two good guys,
a good laugh to be with, strong climbers.  I know one of them had a
girlfriend and I think the other one did.  They were both straight as nails
anyway.

"A couple of nights in, though, and I woke up in the night.  It was
pretty late and we'd had a few to drink before we crashed out.  I just lay
there, listening to the noise of the wind against the sides of the tent, but
- gradually - I became aware of a different sound coming from inside the
tent.  A kind of regular, rhythmic sound... sort of wet..."

He paused,
looking at us with mischievous eyes.

I looked at Simon.  He looked as
fascinated as I was.  So I urged Gould to continue.

"Well, I guess I just
supposed that one of them was wanking.  It was black dark, remember.  I
couldn't see a thing.  But then I heard one of them say, "Hurry up, I want a
go."  The noise continued, getting a bit faster.  A wet slapping sound... it
continued for a couple of minutes, regular and at the same speed."

"Then
the other guy said, "Okay.  Your turn."  There was a slurping noise and then
fumbling sounds, like the two of them were moving around inside the tent.
One of them accidentally kicked me.  Then I heard the squirt of a bottle and
sounds like cream or lotion being smoothed onto skin.  Then a gasp."

Gould
stopped and grinned.  "Need I say more?"

Simon laughed but I wasn't
satisfied by Gould's ending.  It was inconclusive.  I needed more.  I
protested, "They could have been doing anything!  I mean - what makes you so
sure they were...?"

Gould nodded adamantly.  "They were."

I asked, "How do
you know?"

He said, "You mean apart from the noise, and the smell..."

I
nodded, totally absorbed by the image in my mind.  Simon said, "Yeah, but
guys sweat when they wank.  So the smell means nothing..."

Gould said, "It
wasn't just sweat..."

Simon looked puzzled.  I was amazed at his
naivety.

Gould laughed.  "When guys go doing that kind of thing to each
other's arses - there's a smell of something other than sweat..."

Simon
looked horrified.  "Jesus... fuck!  Sorry sir, but... that's totally
gross."

Gould said, "Well it wasn't really strong.  But it was there.  Kind
of unmistakable."

I said, "Yeah but that's still not proof.  I mean,
there's no showers up there... they might have just been a bit... well...
worse for wear..."

Gould smiled.  "They were doing it, Seb.  Believe
me."

He glanced at my briefs and held his smile, clearly inspecting the
obvious bulge of my lengthening cock.  I didn't try to hide it: Gould's cock
was also developing inside his underpants, growing slowly but clearly
thicker and longer.  He didn't seem too concerned to conceal his excitement,
so I didn't see why I ought to be ashamed of mine.

Simon said, "Yeah, but
you can't be certain they were actually... you know.. screwing..."

Gould
nodded and remained steadfast.  "They were.  I know they were."

So I said,
"How?"

He looked at me, grinning guiltily.  "I kind of... well... I shone
my torch at them."

Simon looked delighted.  "What made you do that?"

Gould
said, "Well - like you two - I wanted to know.  I was curious..."

He paused
so I said, "And...?"

"Well, they were doing it."

"What?  The full
works?"

"Yeah.  One of them was on all fours and the other guy was on his
back, humping him like a dog."

Simon and I looked at each other, amused and
surprised.  I said, "And was it - you know - inside..."

Gould nodded.  "I
could see it sliding in and out.  And hear it.  So there's no doubt."  He
grinned.

Simon looked totally fascinated.  "And what did they do then?
When you shone your torch at them?"

Gould chuckled.  "Well that was the
most bizarre thing.  They were totally without shame or embarrassment.  They
just carried on.  I guess I must have just stared at them because the one on
top turned to me and said something like, 'When nature calls, sir!'  Then he
laughed, but just kept on going.

"I mean, I'm not saying guys shouldn't do
it.  There's been loads of other times when I've heard lads getting into
each others' sleeping bags and then tell-tale noises and groans.  And when
I've found condoms and stuff.  But the weird thing was that those two guys
used each other's bums like they'd use their hands - with no hang-ups about
it."

Simon asked, "What about next day?  Did they say anything about
it?"

"No.  They were totally relaxed about it.  They didn't act like
boyfriends or anything; in fact they didn't really hang around together that
much.  I guess they just saw it as a way of getting off.  We shared the tent
for ten days or so and, if I didn't fall asleep as soon as we turned the
light off, I'd usually be aware that they were doing it.  They didn't take
anything off.  They just pulled their briefs down to the tops of their
thighs."

I noticed that Gould's cock was now pretty clearly fully erect
inside his briefs.  My own was definitely well on the way to getting into
that state,  bulging outwards from my briefs and making an obvious
stiffening rod inside the material of them.  Gould looked over at me and
grinned.  He was totally blatant about checking out my hard-on so I had no
scruples about looking at his.

Then something occurred to me, something I
had to find out about.  I dismissed a couple of questions as being too
obvious, too clearly revealing my own thought-processes.  But then I thought
of one that seemed more ambiguous and so asked, "And I guess it kind of put
you off your own... matters-in-hand...?"

He said, "Uh?"

"Well, you said
you sometimes wank in the tent with other guys..."

"Yeah.  I don't have a
problem with it.  If they don't."

"Well what about while those two were...
doing their thing..."

He smiled.  "Oh right.  I dunno.  It wouldn't really
have put me off.  I might have wanked myself... I dunno."

Simon asked,
looking taken aback but at the same time intrigued by what Gould was saying,
"What, while they were screwing?"

Gould looked disinterested.  "I dunno.
If I needed one... I wouldn't have had a problem with it because of what
they were doing..."

Simon was incredulous.  "But the noise, the smell...
you said - "

"It's all pretty natural.  I mean, my point wasn't that they
were screwing, it was how they were so comfortable about doing it together.
How they just accepted that it was a way of using each other's bodies while
they were away from civilisation.  As I said, I've been with other groups
where I've known lads were humping each other in my tent, but it wouldn't
have struck me as an issue."

I asked, "Have you never wanted to join
in?"

He smiled.  "Not really.  To be honest, I've always been scared it
would hurt..."

"But you'd do it to another guy..."

He grinned broadly.  "I
never said that..."

"If you didn't need to pay him back..."

He went quiet,
smiling; shaking his head like this had gone far enough.  Then he said,
"It's about intimacy, isn't it?  If I was totally comfortable about being
intimate with another guy and, like those two, could see his arse as just a
way of getting off while I was away from my wife, then maybe.  But not
definite.  And don't quote me."

I laughed.  "Of course... this goes no
further.  I dunno... I can sort of see how it would happen but I don't know
how far - "

Simon interrupted me.  "What about the other stuff,
though?"

Gould kept staring at me despite Simon's interruption.  His
eyebrows raised.  I gestured my capitulation to Simon, allowing his question
to stand.  So Gould turned to look at him.

"What about the other stuff?" he
repeated.

"What stuff?"

Simon looked at me and then back at Gould.  "Well,
you talked about mouth-jobs..?"

Gould said, "Yeah.  There's a lot of that.
I mean, as you said earlier, it's kind of a natural progression from having
a wank together in a tent.  Hands change places and then... well it's the
obvious next step."

Simon's expression was intense.  Despite his attempts
to hide it behind his bent leg, his cock was clearly sticking upwards inside
his briefs.  The small damp patch at the tip of it made it even more
obvious.  He asked, "What - guys do that a lot?  I mean, during camping
trips and stuff?"

"The ones where we get away from other people, yeah.
Where we're pretty much a bunch of guys alone together."

"And the lads just
couple up together?  Just like that...?"

Gould laughed.  "Well, when nature
calls..."  Simon didn't even smile - he was too interested and taking this
too seriously to joke about it.  Gould went on, "No - I guess it's a case of
the lads getting together for company and then one thing leading to
another...  But it's usually a discrete thing.  The two lads in my tent that
night were taking... well... sort of a different approach.  Most guys are
more quiet about it - they sneak into each others' sleeping bags and all you
hear is their breathing getting faster, the odd grunt and sigh, and a soft
beating noise getting faster and faster.

"Then some guys take it a step
further and, well, the soft beating noises turn into slurping noises.  Those
odd grunts turn into groaning and panting...  If I do a nightly patrol
around the camp, it's usually obvious that there's stuff going on in at
least a couple of tents..."

I laughed, "Jesus!"

He smiled and glanced
again at my crotch.  My erection was now straining against the material of
my briefs, unmistakable, but that didn't really matter: the three of us were
obviously hard and there was no point in any of us getting coy about
it

Gould went on, "I mean, it's not every trip that it happens on, but
-"

Simon interrupted him, eager for more details.  "Has it ever happened in
your tent?  With you awake."

Gould grinned.  "'Course it has, mate.
Usually discretely, as I say, but there was this one time..."  He paused,
wondering whether he ought to continue.  He looked at us, our faces alight
with enthralment, and decided he would.   "There was a trip to Andes last
year.  There's nothing so bizarre as waking up to see two big rugby guys
going at it together in a sixty-nine on the next sleeping bag.  Bold as
brass."

Simon asked, "Sixty-nine?"

Gould ignored the question and looked
at me.  I clarified, "Sucking each other's cocks."

Simon looked confused.
"How?"  He thought about it and then slowly nodded.  "Oh... right.  One on
his back, yeah?  The other on top?"

Gould smirked.  "Yeah."

I mused, "Last
year, eh?  Andes trip?  That was with the lower sixth."  I kept working
through his clues, "Rugby players?"

Gould laughed.  "Don't even try to work
it out, Seb.  They're not rugby players, anyway..."

I laughed.  "It's
Stephen Roberts and Jonathon Drake, isn't it?"  They were the only two guys
from the lower sixth who could be described as "big rugby guys": they were
both tall, well-built, athletic lads.  Both blatantly straight.

Gould moved
forwards slightly and laughed.  "Don't.  It's not fair on them."

Simon
laughed too.  "Robo and Drake?  Fuckin' hell... sorry, sir."

Gould said,
"It's not those two.  Seriously."

I said, "So what happened?"

Gould leaned
backwards against the wall again.  He opened his legs further, flagrantly
showing off his is large, stiff cock inside his briefs.  It looked thick and
enormous and, like Simon's, had leaked enough precum to form a dark patch at
the tip of his clearly-defined bell-end.

He smiled and told the story.
"I guess I woke up slowly.  Became aware that it was light and that the tent
was getting hot from the sun on it.  Then aware that there were these
slurping sounds going on next to me.  I opened my eyes and saw one guy on
top of the other, screwing him in the mouth.  Then I noticed that he was
taking the other guy into his mouth.  They stayed like that, paired up,
mouths working at the same rhythm on each other.  Pretty quiet, except for
the odd grunt and moan."

Simon asked, "And what about when they
came?"

Gould said, "What about it?"

"Well, did they swallow it, or
what?"

"I don't know.  I can't remember exact details - I guess I turned
over and gave them a bit of privacy.  I guess they pulled out and shot into
their hands.  I don't know."

He paused and then said, "Is this, like,
really freakin' you out?"

I laughed.  "No.  I'm just amazed.  I didn't
know."

Simon added, "I'm not freaked out.  I just never knew guys did this.
  Well not straight ones, anyway."

Gould said, "It's just something that's
inevitably going to happen.  Something I'm always aware of.  Different
tents, different lads, different ages."

I asked, "Are other staff, I mean
adults, so cool with it?  I mean, if I was hiking in a group of lads and
camping with a teacher, I'd be scared to do stuff - even if I wanted to - in
case he heard and made a big thing of it."

Gould yawned.  "I think if
you're into hiking or mountaineering, or anything involving camping for long
periods, you get used to being with other guys on an intimate level, and
used to seeing other men and boys in every possible state, so the sexual
stuff doesn't come as a big deal."

He went quiet, mulling over what he'd
said, and then continued, "A couple of years ago I ran a hiking trip in
Canada.  Right up inside the Arctic Circle.  One night I woke up to the
sounds of sex.  The two lads in the tent were sucking each other, lying
side-by-side and enjoying themselves.  It was pretty light even though it
was after midnight and I saw them clearly.  I was going to tell them to be
more quiet when I noticed the other guy in the tent, a Physics teacher from
a couple of years back, lying at the other side of the tent, wanking."

"Was
that Stacey?" Simon asked.  Mr Stacey had been a young teacher, just out of
teacher training college, who'd spent his first couple of years in the
profession at our school.  I'd immediately thought of him too: he was the
only Physics teacher from the last couple of years who had been into hiking
trips.

Gould nodded and continued.  "He kept looking at them, not bothered
about what they were doing at all.  He just got on with his thing while they
got on with theirs."

I asked, "Did you get on with yours?"

He smirked, "I
might have done..."

Simon intervened.  "But didn't you think that, since
you two guys were adults, you should have stopped them doing
that...?"

Gould asked, "Why?  They were just helping each other out.  In a
way, they were being more adult than Gav and I; they were comfortable enough
with each other to establish what they wanted from each other.  It was Gav
and I who were being childish - staying apart when we should have setting up
our own arrangement."

I asked, "Did you set up an arrangement with
him?"

Gould smiled.  "Well, you know, we both had needs..."

Simon said,
"You mean, you and Stacey started sucking each other...?"  His face was
alight and his briefs tented outwards.  By now, even Simon seemed totally
relaxed about displaying his excitement to spectators.

Gould laughed.  "I
didn't say that.  I was just saying that Gav, like me, was comfortable with
the idea of male intimacy.  That the sexual side of it wasn't an issue for
him."

I wanted to know more.  My cock was really aching inside my briefs.
I really wanted to rub or just squeeze it, but neither Gould nor Simon had
gone that far, and I didn't want to be the first.  So I just left it, a
thick pole inside my underwear for Gould and Simon to look at.

I asked,
"Have you ever done that, though?"

"What?"

"Sucked a guy off in a tent.
In exchange for him sucking you."

He laughed.  "I'm not getting into that.
You two guys would tell the whole school in like five minutes.  No way."

I
said, "We wouldn't.  Everything we've said stays in this room.  Right,
Simon?"

Simon agreed.  "Yeah.  Right."

Gould said, "Half an hour ago,
Simes, you weren't even comfortable with the idea of guys wanking together.
You can't pretend to be suddenly okay with the whole idea of male intimacy
now."

Simon said, "Yeah.  I had some hang-ups.  I admit that.  But I'm kind
of interested by what you've been talking about ."

Gould smiled.
"Tomorrow's another day, though.  Things might look a bit differently then."
  He yawned, stretching himself on his bed.  Then he said, "Look, guys, I'm
beat.  I'm going to try to get some sleep.  We'll talk again
tomorrow."

With that, he pulled his legs into bed, pulled the duvet over
him and turned away from us.

I got up from my bed and walked into the
bathroom to brush my teeth.  Simon followed me in.  He walked straight to
the toilet and stood in front of it holding his stiff cock.  Slowly and
erratically, dribbles of piss squirted out of it and he moved around to try
to get them to hit the bowl.  He looked over towards me a couple of times as
if embarrassed about his attempts to piss with a hard-on.  I just continued
brushing my teeth.

After a minute or so, the squirts subsided and he shook
the last dribbles of piss from his cock.  Tucking it back into his briefs,
he said, "What did you think of all that stuff?"

I took the brush out of my
mouth.  "What?  The male intimacy thing?"

He said, "Yeah."

I stared into
the mirror for a few seconds, noticing that my eyes looked tired.  Then I
said, "I dunno.  It's not a gay thing.  It's just guys being together and
comfortable with it.  I guess I'd go with that."

He walked over to the sink
and looked at me through the mirror as he picked his toothbrush up.

He
said, "Would you - you know - wank a guy and stuff?  Helping each other
out...?"

I pulled the top off my mouthwash.  "Yeah.  I guess.  If we were
good mates."

I took a swig of it and rinsed it around my mouth.  He put
toothpaste onto his brush.  He said, looking down, "And what about the
sucking stuff?"

I spat the mouthwash out and replaced the lid.  I looked
back through the mirror at him and said, "As the guy said, it seems like a
pretty adult arrangement."

Simon raised the toothbrush to his mouth and
then paused.  He waited a couple of seconds, looking at me through the
mirror, and then said, "Look.  I... er... fancy a wank."  He glanced down at
the stiff rod in his briefs and laughed, "I'm hard has hell!"  I laughed
too.  He continued, "Look, though, Seb - if I start, will you join in?  I
mean, I don't wanna look like a dork, jerking off on my own with you guys
listening."

I smiled.  "I was gonna have one anyway.  Same reason."

He
glanced down at my crotch, at my own thicker erection making a ridge inside
my briefs.  Then he smiled and started brushing his teeth.

I walked over to
the toilet and released my hard cock from my briefs, holding it above the
bowl.  It curved upwards, and I waited to piss.   I said, "I'm so horny,
actually, that I wouldn't say no to working out a deal between the two of
us..."  I laughed to make it seem like a joke, if he chose to interpret it
that way.

Simon took the brush out of his mouth.  He stared at me through
the mirror, his face serious.  A couple of squirts of piss dribbled out of
my swollen cock and into the toilet bowl.  He spoke over the top of the
sounds of it splashing into the water. "I dunno, Seb.  I mean, I'm not
saying no.  I just... I dunno."

"Well I'm not hung about it, Simon."

He
held his toothbrush in front of his mouth, pausing and thinking about what I
was offering.  He said, "Yeah.  I know.  Neither am I.  I guess.
But..."

In its engorged state, my cock refused to piss normally.  My
bladder felt reasonably full, but my piss just trickled out with little more
force than a leaky tap.

Simon seemed unable to finish off his rejection so
I tried to anticipate his reason for concern.  "Gould doesn't sound like
he'd be too freaked out..."

Simon nodded.  "I know.  It's not that.  I
just..."

I finished off, dabbed my cock with a couple of sheets of toilet
paper, and said, "Well it's not a big issue to me.  That's all.  Just so you
know."

He kept brushing his teeth and nodded.

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