Date: Mon, 10 Sep 2012 19:03:03 -0700 (PDT)
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The House Boy's Summer
Chapter 2: Shower Power
Part 1: Admit It
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I must've started to drift off towards sleep, because the next thing I knew
Chris was giving my right ass cheek a hard slap, "Hey, don't fall asleep,"
he demanded, "the day is far from over."

I knew he was right, and pushed myself up onto my arms, "I'm not sleeping,"
I said, though the heaviness of my eyelids made me feel rather
unconvincing.  After two hours of drinking and sexual activity I probably
looked exhausted.

Chris smiled and shook his head, "You look tired, but don't fall asleep,
otherwise I'll never get you to sleep tonight."

I laughed, rubbing my eyes in order to spring them into a more alert state,
"You make it sound like I'm some kid, I'm almost 15 years old you know, I
can get myself to sleep."

"Compared to an outgoing senior, an incoming sophomore is a kid," Chris
said, laying back onto his chair.  "Make sure to keep your ass muscles
contracted, we don't want stuff falling out of you."

I looked curiously over my back to my naked ass, "You really think that
could happen?"

"Could and will if you don't keep those muscles strong," Chris clenched a
fist to emphasize his point.

I shrugged, "If you say so, I think that I can handle it."

Chris held out his hands in defense, "Just, be aware, that's all I'm
asking."

"I will," I smiled and shook my head at Chris's worries, "I'm a jock,
remember, I have strong muscles pretty much all around."

"Yeah," Chris gave my ass another playful slap, "That you do."  Chris
surveyed my body, and I noticed his dick was growing a bit.  Not as horny
as I was before, I wasn't met with the instant urge to suck it, but the
thought definitely crossed my mind.  "What do you say we go take a shower?"
He asked.

I looked up at the sun and thought about the time.  I thought about my
watch, which was still over on the table, and wondered how long it had been
since I was wearing it -- since I was wearing any clothes.  "What time do
you think it is?"  I asked Chris.

"Oh, I'd say maybe 4:30, the sun will be out until 8 though and we don't
have to soak all that up today."

I nodded, "We could shower if you'd like.  You are the master after all."

Chris laughed, "Well, when you put it like that."  He pushed himself up and
onto his feet, stretching his arms over his head and giving a great big
yawn.  His dick, which was still mostly flaccid and floppy, was directly in
front of my face, looking at me like it wanted to be kissed.  I smiled, and
shook off my sexual thoughts, jumping into a standing position with Chris.
The quick rise caused my head to spin for a second, and I must've been
visibly wobbling because Chris grabbed my shoulder tightly, "Whoa, slow
down there buddy."

I shook my head and looked up encouragingly at Chris, "I'm fine, I gotta
pee before we go inside though."

Chris sighed and looked facetiously annoyed, "Fine, you're such a girl,
you've already peed twice."

"I'm young," was my first reply, "And I just had a dildo inside me for like
half an hour."

"Go," Chris waved towards the grass, "just be quick about it."

I saluted, "Yes sir," and took off towards the grass at a jog.  As I ran I
could feel Chris's eyes on my back, so turned to glance at him once I had
reached the edge of the patio.  In fact, it was only my imagination burning
holes in the back of my head.  Chris had actually walked away from the deck
chair, holding the cooler in front of his body, complete with the dildo
fixed proudly on top of it, balanced straight up on its base.  He currently
was collecting our clothes from under the deck table umbrella, completely
oblivious to my embarrassment.

I decided the solution to my self-consciousness was to not look at him, and
thus dropped down onto my hands and knees facing away from the patio and
towards the pool house.  It wasn't until I lifted my leg and had started a
flow that I realized how badly I really needed to piss.  It felt good to
allow the fluid to be drained, and I actually felt a little lighter as I
oscillated my leg up and down to shake off the last drops in a more
effective manor than my earlier attempt.  I jumped to my feet, confident
that what I had just done had gone unnoticed, but as I spun myself around
it was only to see Chris standing by the door and staring at me.  His look
of amusement served to ease my trepidations, however, and perhaps the fact
that I was kind of drunk made it easier for me to jog happily over to where
he stood.

"Thanks for waiting," I said to him as I approached earshot.

"No problem," He smiled, "it's not your fault you gotta piss outside."  He
motioned to the door with his shoulders, "Open the door for me, will you?
My hands are full."  He indicated the cooler by giving another small shrug,
as if his preoccupation wasn't obvious already.  I leaned forward and
grabbed the handle of the blue wooden frame, turning it and pulling back to
allow Chris inside.  "Thanks," he gave me a smile, as if I had just done
him some big courtesy, but I wasn't sure what that was.  I followed him
inside, closing the door behind me and shutting out the hot air.  Chris had
already started to move passed the kitchen and towards the stairs at the
front of his house.  Deciding that he intended for me to follow, I also
walked through the kitchen and out towards the front.  That's when I
remembered that his front door had windows on either side, and hesitated in
the kitchen's doorframe.

Chris had made it nearly half way up the stairs when he called, "Faster you
walk pass them the less likely it is that someone will see you."  I smiled
at the fact that he could sense my concern, and decided to take his advice
and moved off for the stairs at a sprint; not bothering to look behind me.
Luckily, his stairs curved quickly out of site after five or six steps, so
I was able to slow down as soon as I was in view of Chris's muscular butt
cheeks, which had made their way to the top of the stairs, "Mine is the
last room on the right," he said, motioning with his head, "I convinced my
parents to buy me a mini-fridge for college before they left, so I've got
it hooked up in my room."

I followed him up the stairs and into the hallway.  It was long, counting
the master bedroom and bathrooms there were eleven doors in the hallway,
although I was pretty certain one or two of them were just closets.  I
followed Chris passed them all, and turned into the last doorway on the
right.  Chris's room was probably about six times the size of a queen bed,
although he only kept a four poster double on the right side of the room.
The far side from the door was covered in windows, but they only looked out
on the backyard, and were no easier to see into than the pool area.  "Nice
room," I said to him, looking at the television on top of his dresser, and
blue curtains with pink flowers that were probably forced upon him by his
mom.

"Thanks," He replied, putting the cooler down on the floor and pushing it
under his desk on the far side of the room.  He leaned over his computer,
looking at something I couldn't see.  I stood there awkwardly, memorizing
the way his spine curved down towards his ass crack.  I wasn't sure exactly
what to do, Chris had mentioned showering but made no mention of it now
that we were inside.  I wanted to ask what he was doing on the computer,
but in my drunken state I kept telling myself that I didn't really need to
know.  After a moment's consideration I decided to put my hands behind my
head, and spread my legs into the inspection position.  As it turned out
this was a more comfortable way to watch the contours of Chris's muscles,
and to imagine myself touching his shoulder blades delicately with my
fingers, massaging under them and running my fingers around his strong
muscles.

"Okay," Chris clapped his hands together and turned around, his flaccid
penis suddenly swinging into view, "We've got three options: either I
shower first and you shower second, or you shower first and I shower
second, or we just both shower together.  Your pick."

He clapped again, making me feel like I had only moments to decide, "Uh..."
I said unsure of what to do, "Save water, shower with a friend?"

He laughed, "Good choice, he pointed at me with a wink, "Stay right there
and I'll start the water," with that he walked into his bathroom, leaving
me standing there fully exposed but after a few seconds Chris reappeared to
the sound of running water.  He smiled as he caught site of me, and shook
his head as if he hadn't seen me like that before.  Without saying a word
he strode himself up to me, and wrapped his hands around my head, grabbing
my arms by the wrist.  He lifted my hands off my head and guided them
gently down to my ass, where he placed them before wrapping his arms around
my waist.  He leaned forward and lifted my chin with his mouth, drawing my
lips into a wet and welcome kiss.  My dick, which had been mostly down for
the count since we played "the game", slowly started to fill itself up
again.  His tongue danced playfully with mine before his hands rose to my
chest and gently pushed me away into the gazing view of his eyes.  "Shower
time," He said with a smile.

He grabbed my hand by the wrist and dragged me, albeit without reluctance,
towards the bathroom.  The bathroom was a little too large if you asked me,
maybe about one third the size of his bedroom.  If it had been my room I
would've preferred a bigger living space and a smaller bathroom, but I
suppose people don't usually have that kind of choice when buying a house.
The shower was a large stall style with glass walls on three sides and
enough space for 3 bulky guys to fit in to comfortably.  Water was already
falling steadily out of the showerhead, which was pointed towards the tiled
wall and away from the open stall door.  Chris pulled me in front of him
and pushed me onto the showers corrugated floor, stepping in behind me and
closing the door.  I turned around to look at him, but before I had even
completed the rotation he had pushed me against the wall currently being
watered by the showerhead and began kissing my neck.  He grabbed my legs
with his hands right below my butt cheeks, and pulled my legs towards him,
with the wall and his hands being the main things holding me up.

My dick began to harden again as the pulse in my neck quickened, and I
closed my eyes for a moment reveling in Chris's attention.  After a few
more kisses, however, he placed me more firmly on the floor and pulled
away, grabbing the shower head and turning it out into a more general
direction.  The water instantly hit my midriff, but Chris soon stopped the
flow by sticking his head under and getting his hair wet.  I watched the
water as it spread quickly down his backside, rolling off of his ass and
onto the shower floor.  After thoroughly wetting himself down he turned
around and looked at me with a big smile on his face, "You're not gonna
care about what I have to tell you, are you?"

This was an unexpected question, so the only response I could muster was,
"What?  What do you mean?"

Chris laughed and pulled me towards him into an underwater embrace,
spinning us slightly so I was more under the water than him.  He leaned in
to grab some soap from a tray next to the showerhead, and then pulled back
leaving me alone under the gushing water.  He began soaping his torso,
making thoughtful circles around his chest almost as if he wasn't exactly
sure where to begin, "Do you remember a few months ago when your brother
came out?"

"Yeah," I replied, "of course I do."

Chris mumbled some sort of positive response, but I was too preoccupied
watching his hand wash his dick.  He seemed to be tugging on it more
absentmindedly than anything else, soap stuck precariously between his
fingers and skin.  He cupped his balls and rubbed the soap around
underneath, creating a frothy white that made it look like his penis was
resting on a cloud of bubbles, "You kind of made fun of him at first,"
Chris grabbed me, and my gaze, pulling me out from under the shower and
placing me firm in front of him.  He began to soap up my body as he rinsed
off, "but then you started just being more nervous, worried that you might
be gay or something like that."

"I was there, I remember," I said, trying to maintain contact with the glow
of Chris's eyes despite an emotional draw to close my own while he soaped
my chest and stomach.

Chris pulled me closer to him, pushing his hand down and connecting the
soap with my dick.  He made short work of the matter, soaping it up quickly
and pulling me back under the water before I even had time to think hard
about sex.  "Here," he said, handing me the soap, "Do my back and butt."

I happily grabbed the soap from him and started to rub his shoulders.  The
blades were hard as I had imagined, but the muscles weren't tense, and
didn't respond much to an attempted massaged.  So I contented myself to rub
across his back slowly, and watch the oily appearance of his skin as the
soap was pulled towards the ground, "This is all about the porn, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Chris sounded surprised, "How did you know?"

I had reached the top of Chris's ass -- their two perfect hemispheres
separated by a beautiful slender crevice --Â it took a lot of my effort to
stay focused on the conversation, "Well, when I first started watching them
I suspected that they were making me gay, but the internet says that that's
impossible."

"It's not," Chris's voice had lost all light, and as he turned around the
furtive stance of his eyebrows showed me that he was taking this
conversation more seriously than I, "The porn might have made you gay."

I stepped aside from the flow of the water so that me and Chris could
switch places.  My muscles, having been worked by "the game", responded
much more readily to Chris's touch, and their relaxation helped me keep a
clear head, "No," I sighed, "I thought that too when I first started
realizing I was gay like my brother, but the internet says that it isn't
possible.  The porn just made me less homophobic, so I realized who I truly
was."

Chris was now making circles on my lower back, which arched at his touch to
the point of me almost falling over.  He adapted readily, however, and I
ended up just leaning against his hands, "You don't understand," his voice
was low, speaking right into my ear, "there were subliminal messages in the
porn, your brother was psychologically manipulating you.  He purposefully
moved you from straight porn to gay porn, the porn could have made you
gay."

"I considered that," I breathed heavily, I had indeed been nervous about
what Chris was telling me, but my gut and research told me it was wrong,
"but hypnosis and subliminal messaging doesn't really work that way.  It
only causes me to feel something I already wanted."

Chris had reached my ass with the soap, and I fully lost focus for a second
as he massaged deep into the tissue.  I actually leaned forward, resting my
hands and head against the front of the shower, sticking my sore globes
outward and into Chris's hands.  He didn't seem to mind, never once
wavering from his "master" role he had complete control of the situation.
He soaped inside my crack, running the bar in all the spots that felt dirty
after a hard afternoon workout, and rinsed it down with the water so that
it felt almost good as new.  "Listen," I said to Chris, closing my eyes and
enjoying the attention, "I'm not saying that what you're talking about
hadn't crossed my mind, but I just find it hard to believe that my brother
is that powerful."

Chris must've known that my muscles were tired because he didn't give up
the massage as he spoke, "I'm just worried because he tried the videos on
Dan, and they affected him a lot too."

"No way," I opened my eyes and turned my head around to face Chris, "Did my
brother turn Dan gay?"

"No," Chris shrugged, and motioned for me to stand up, "Not exactly.  If I
were going to label him anything but 'straight' it'd be 'bi-curious', but
he's not even really that."  Chris dropped to one knee, and for a minute I
thought he was going to suck my cock, but he proceeded simply to wash my
legs.

My heart was pounding from the accidental expectation of immediate sex and
so my words came out kind of choppy, "Then what is he?"  I asked.

"He's a straight guy," Chris said with an air of doubt in his voice, "he
definitely likes to date, and hopes to marry, people who have vaginas."  I
laughed at the vulgarity, although I'm not exactly sure why this seemed out
of place given everything else that had happened today.

Chris stood up and I stepped towards the water, while he gracefully took my
cue and spun around me so that he could be out in the open and soap up his
own legs, "The only problem is," he continued, "Dan now says he'd be okay
experimenting with gay sex â€" as long as he's the top, and doesn't have to
look at the guy -- he even agreed to participate in our summer with you."

"Yeah," I stepped out of the water, grabbing some shampoo from the ledge
and squirting it into my hand, "he's the one with dangerous stuff planned."

Chris shook his head, "Exactly, his ideas were some of the more deviant
that we came up with."

I reached up my hands and grabbed Chris's hair, running the shampoo through
it and causing a large white mass to grow on top of his ears, "Is he really
excited to fuck me raw or something?"

"No," Chris looked surprised, almost as if he hadn't considered something
before, "actually, he's mostly said he wants to limit physical contact.  He
said he'd spank you, and do other humiliations if you misbehave, but that
he wanted sexual stuff to be limited to blow jobs: no kissing, no
intercourse."

"Well," I spoke between ducking my head underwater and rinsed off quickly
before stepping aside and allowing Chris to do the same, "it sounds to me
like he just wants to be a frat's pledge master, and that he's a
non-homophobe who likes blow jobs."

"I guess," Chris didn't seem convinced, "but he's older than you, and your
brother was experimenting with milder videos when he tried to 'turn' Dan."
Chris hit the water off, banging the knob against the wall a little louder
than he probably intended, "It seems pretty likely that if milder videos
effect a guy my age as much as they did Dan, then the heavier stuff your
brother gave you certainly had an effect too."

I shrugged, leaning against the tiled wall as Chris opened the shower door,
"So what are you saying?  That I should make an effort to be straight even
though we don't know for certain that I ever was?"

Chris reached for a towel and began drying himself, turning to look at me
as he shook the absorbent cloth over his hair, "No, but I asked your
brother if I could tell you this so maybe you could make a more informed
decision about being our 'houseboy'."

Chris opened a fresh towel for me to step into, and I smilingly obliged,
"Well, I'm telling you that I had already considered this.  I'm not stupid,
you know, I could tell that the porn was encouraging me to be submissive."

Chris had his naked body right behind mine, and as he rubbed my torso and
back I closed my eyes and wished that he'd stop worrying.  "If you're
sure," he responded, though he still didn't sound 100% convinced, "and I
guess my second question is: knowing what you know now, are you still
willing to watch more subliminal message porn?"

I laughed, turned around with eyes wide and a grin on my face, "Are you
kidding?  I made my brother promise to give me more porn by the end of this
summer as a condition of me living here."  I reached forward and grabbed
Chris's cock, getting a very different wide eyed response from him, "I
don't know if it's subliminal messages or what," I told him, "but the porn
I've seen so far is hot; I definitely want to watch more."

This seemed to be all Chris needed to hear, he never seriously brought up
the topic again for the rest of the summer.  Right then and there, before
my eyes, his face and body relaxed, he smiled with a drunk-looking
expression and said, "I'm glad you don't care, I just really needed to get
that off my chest."  I slowly started stroking his dick and he sighed,
spreading his legs a bit, "So what do you say we begin the night a little
early?  I know the sun's still up, but it's after 5."

I looked up at him with a hopeful glint coming off my face, "Does beginning
the night mean sex?"

He smiled, shook his head, and ran his fingers through my drying hair, "No,
I was thinking something a bit more low-key.  You can watch some porn
though, if you'd like."  He winked at me, letting me know that this really
wasn't my decision.  I didn't mind though, I wasn't lying when I said I
thought the porn was hot.  Chris handed me my towel, and then walked out of
the bathroom and into his room.

I actually stood there stupidly for a minute, before suddenly realizing
that I had just been left alone with my dick.  The very mention of watching
porn had made it start to get hard again, and I gave it a secret but
encouraging tug before happily walking out into Chris's room.  As I stepped
through the threshold into the dying afternoon sunlight I deliberately
lifted the towel behind my head in a feign of getting the last bits of
water out of my ear.  The real result was actually that none of the towel
was covering my body, so that I could show off my clean front half to
Chris.  As I looked forward I expected to see his penis hanging around as
well, but in my moment of absence Chris had pulled on a pair of tight black
boxer briefs.  He was sitting on his bed with legs spread wide and package
displayed proudly, but with the clothes on just the same.

As I stood there surveying his hard clean body, which looked as good in
clothes as it did without them, he reached behind him and threw a piece of
what I thought was underwear straight at my drifting head.  Thankfully I
noticed it in time and managed to catch the balled up fabric just inches
from my face.  "Why do I need to have clothes on?"  I asked him as I
unrolled what turned out to be an ass-less jockstrap, which, judging from
the vibrant white of the fabric, was probably brand new.

He laughed, "I wouldn't really call a jockstrap clothes, but the idea is
that you'll wear a cup to discourage you from trying to touch yourself."

I ran the fabric curiously through my hands so that the pouch was facing
frontwards.  I looked back up and Chris's clothed crotch, taking note of
how good his package looked boxed up in cotton.  Encouraged by this, I bent
down and stepped through the strong elastic bands, and then pulling it up
to my waist as I returned to a standing position.  I snapped the waistband
back to my skin as I pulled it to the right height, but my junk wasn't
exactly positioned right, so I stepped cautiously towards Chris and asked,
"Sir, could you please fix my package for me?"

"Of course," He replied, pulling me forward by the waistband of my clothing
with one hand while holding up the cup in another, "have to get you fully
in gear, after all."  He reached down into the strap and cupped my hard
dick and hot balls in his hand, and then with his other hand slipped the
hard cup its pouch.  He pushed the cup forward, under my balls, giving them
a comfortable amount of support.  Similarly, he rested my hard dick in the
front side of the reinforced curve before closing the pouch entirely over
them.  "Feel better?"  He asked with a cocky smile, knowing that indeed my
junk felt much more comfortable now.  "You can touch the cup all you want,"
he instructed, "Just no touching the dick or balls.

"During the daytime you'll wear a speedo, it's better for swimming and
sweating which will happen more when the sun is out."  He poked the hard
cup with his hand, still causing my dick to pulsate even though it hadn't
actually been touched, "And at night time we'll have you change into this,
which is more your lounging around clothes --Â keeping idle hands at bay, if
you will."

I laughed and nodded, "Makes sense," I said, thinking about how I had just
"illegally" touched my dick, "So speedos and jockstraps are my houseboy
uniforms?"

"Exactly," Chris seemed pleased that I caught on so quickly, "both sexy,
both good for physical activity."

I glanced back at my naked ass, strapped tightly together by the elastic
bands gripping each side of my body.  Then I glanced seductively back at
Chris, "The jockstrap is better for sex though," I noted, wrapping my
knuckles against the hard cup, "shouldn't I just wear this all the time?"

"Nah," Chris shook his head, "it's not like you're going to be having sex
all the time.  Plus, like I said, swimming is an important part of a summer
workout routine and you don't want to get wet in cotton."  He pushed on the
cup a little, causing me to step back a couple of times and creating space
for him to stand up, but not quite enough to mean that his hard nipples
weren't upright just below my view of his pulsating neck.  "I like the fact
that you're so openly admiring my body, but I also feel guilty for leading
you on."

"I don't mind," I said, with a shrug, scanning down his hard chest and abs
and wondering if I should reach out and touch them, "it's really nice
looking at you."
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Author's Notes:

This part was a lot of talk, but hopefully I was able to answer some of the
questions I've been getting.  The rest of the chapter will be mostly
action, but I'll try to continue inserting a few more plot points in
between everything.  Let me know what you guys think of the developments,
or any other thoughts you might have.  Comments can be directed to
RyanHartBooks@yahoo.com; I really appreciate hearing what you all think of
the story, so I'm doing my best to reply to everyone.