Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 16:34:08 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Guys' Stuff 3

Chapter 3

"You can grab a shower if you want."

They made their way up the stairs at Chad's place.

"Is your Dad home?"

"I don't think so, I doubt it."

"Oh."

Kyle had never been to Chad's place before, not many of the guys
had. Chad's only ever had some of the girl's over that he parties with:
they like his Dad.

"Don't worry, my Dad's super cool."

"Is your Mom coming home?"

"No no, my mom's not in the picture."

"Any brothers or sisters?"

"No, it's just been me and my Dad for as long as I can remember."

They kicked off their shoes just inside the door and the two of them took
off their coats. There was a long corridor that led to the back of the
house, a set of stairs running up to the left side of the hall. There was
a front room, a dining room, a basement, the upstairs had a few bedrooms.

Chad ambled toward the kitchen where the afternoon sun was shining in.

"We moved here when I was about fifteen, we'd had some place in Gatineau
before."

Kyle was snooping around, suspicously, afraid the shadows might rat him
out or something. Kyle felt like there was someone watching him but he
convinced himself it was just the drugs, or the silence, or the new house
or something.

Chad was in the kitchen. He was moving a million miles an hour. He was
pouring water into the kettle, plugging the kettle in and then he
unplugged the kettle and put the kettle on the counter over by the fridge
and then he went over to the dishwasher and pulled out a couple mugs and
realized they were dirty so he started washing them in the sink and then
he opened the counter over the sink to discover there were plenty mugs
available, so he put the ones he just washed back in the dishwasher with
the dirty ones and then he saw that the sun was shining in the back door
so he went and opened it, but it was too cold so he shut the door. He
turned around and laughed out loud, this was ridiculous, he was moving so
fast.

"Holy Fuck Kyle."

Kyle slinked into the kitchen, lowering his glasses on his nose.

"Yo."

Chad laughed.

"I'm so fucked."

"Mmhmm."

Kyle looked around, turning his head really fast in all directions. He
stopped suddenly, nothing had been acheived or seen, nothing moved or
anything, he was just looking for movement, looking for something but he
didn't know what.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Me?" Chad blushed and looked at the counter. Pots, pans, there was a
plate with a half-eaten cookie on it and a glass that had had milk in it.
The kettle, "I was making tea. Want some?"

"Sure."

"Sure then." Um, he almost forgot what he was going to do, it was so hard
to concentrate.

He started to laugh. When Chad was really high he would start to laugh
because he found his inability to focus to be one of the funniest things
he could do. When he started laughing he'd reach up and rub his chin like
a detective giving the matter some serious contemplation, "Yes, some
tea."

"What about some music? I need to hear some beats."

"Sure, there's a bunch of my CDs upstairs."

"Can you get them?"

"You want a shower or anything?"

"Nah, I've got some weed though, I'll roll a joint, you go get some
music."

"Sure, sure, that sounds cool."

With that Chad left the kitchen in a flurry, passing by his coat he
grabbed his cigarettes and yelled back down the hall, in case Kyle wanted
to know, "You can smoke in here."

"Cool, thanks."

Chad lit up a cigarette and climbed the stairs. When he got up there he
felt what Kyle had felt too, like someone was watching him. "Dad, are you
here?" He looked towards his father's bedroom and waited for a response.
There was nothing but Chad could have sworn he could hear something from
in there.

"Dad?" He finished climbing the last two steps of the stairs and then
turned at the banister to go back toward the front of the house his
father's rooms were. His father had an office right at the front of the
house, the bedroom was beside it. He looked into the office, only the hum
of his father's laptop, the stars moving on his screen saver. A lamp on,
Chad thought his father must have been up early or something. He looked
in the bedroom to find the sheets were a mess as usual, he could smell
his father's sex: his crotch stirred as he thought of Kyle pounding the
ass of that kid, Rob, at that place they were just at. He shrugged his
shoulders. "Dad?" He called out once last time, his Dad wouldn't hide on
him, he wasn't like that. His Dad would have been sitting at his desk.
Nothing was there.

He then thought he heard that noise again, that breathing sound, was
there someone in the master bedroom? Very nervously he asked again, "Is
someone up here?"

Kyle yelled up from the bottom of the stairs, "Bring some papers!"

Chad jumped so high he nearly jumped over the banister. "You scared the
shit out of me."

They laughed.

Chad went into the back room, his office and grabbed the papers he kept
in the top drawer. He looked out the window. The people next door were
sitting outside smoking, a husband and a wife, younger couple, very nice,
they were new to the neighborhood. They had a kid. A boy, his name is
Tate. Fuzzy blonde hair, rosy-cheeked. Cute as hell. In the summer he
rides his unicycle out front. He's probably the cutest nine-year-old
Chad's ever seen.

He grabbed the papers and then he grabbed the binder in which he kept his
CDs sorted.

He came down the stairs and dropped the papers on the table, there was a
huge pile of weed there. He then turned back into the living room and
went up to the stereo. He loved Steve Porter so he put one of the albums
in from the recent party in Montreal. He went back into the kitchen and
sat down: "I went to this party a couple weeks ago."

"Where was it?"

"Stereo, in Montreal?"

"Cool, cool. Have you ever been to Aria or Red-Lite?"

"No, but I once went to Circus. It's too gay for me."

Kyle laughed as he fidgeted with the filter on the joint, "Too gay for
you?"

"Ya, I gave up the gay scene a long time ago and I find I get
uncomfortable around a bunch of gay guys. I mean, don't get me wrong. I
like hanging out with gay people, but being in the meat market doesn't
really appeal to me all that much."

Kyle nodded, he could appreciate that. Chad went to ash his cigarette and
then reached for an ashrtray where his father and him keep them, above
the dishwasher. The music was really good and while Kyle lit the joint
the two of them nodded their heads and tapped their feet. Kyle was still
wearing his sunglasses so Chad was at a disadvantage he kept looking at
the glasses hoping to see if Kyle was looking at him but they didn't.
They were just chilling in the kitchen.

Both of them are attractive but Chad was starting to feel kind of gross,
the oils from breakfast were on his skin.

There was a bump upstairs. Both of them looked up, the kitchen was under
Chad's office. The music was coming from the living room, way at the
front of the house under the Master Bedroom.

"Is there someone else here?"

Kyle's eyebrow curled up over the top of his glasses, he was looking up
without raising his head, he had a nose like an Arab, very neo-classical,
sharp lines, flaring nostrils. There was a bit of coke in one of his
nostrils, it was hot. Really. His lips had that same masculine definition
that made something in Chad's belly tighten a bit, when Kyle put the
joint to his lips and pulled on the smoke Chad's high eyes saw everything
about it as though it were the most provocative tugging on anything
they'd ever seen.

Chad grabbed his belly.

"What's wrong?" Kyle passed him the joint.

"Oh, just some sketch belly." He tugged longly on the joint, he felt the
moisture of Kyle's lips there and then thought back to the way he'd
pounded on that boy's ass again. He could distinctly recall Kyle's belly
rippled with muscles, he'd only lifted up his shirt so that the tail of
it wouldn't be soiled in the fuck. He remembered the belly button having
that certain bulge like someone's who has worked out. He remembered a
line of hair tracing the rippled abdomenals, down past the navel, into
the dark patch up the crotch that had been buried in the boy's ass.

"You like something down there?"

Chad had been staring at the seams of Kyle's pants, the inner seams that
naturally drew the eyes inward, his eyes not being hidden by sunglasses
left him vulnerable. Chad took a huge hawl off the joint and passed it
over to Kyle as if to distract him from Chad's nervousness.

"Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?" Kyle was joking, you know, the
way straight guys do when they realize they have gay guys in the palm of
their hand.

"Nothing, I just realized I didn't make tea!"

He jumped up and took a deep breath as he plugged the kettle back in.

He turned around and Kyle was standing right there with the joint.

"Chill out man. There's no need to freak out. Crazy night we've have had
-- are you going tonight?"

"Are you?"

"Ya. Sure I am."

Chad took the joint and remembered how to be cool.

He said, "I'm going to make this tea and then I'm going to have a
shower."

He fumbled with the plug and while the kettle was boiling he brought Kyle
into the living room where the chilled and smoked the rest of the joint.
Kyle danced around the living room for a bit, the track was quite good.
Chad was sitting on the sofa relaxing, he was sort of sketchy, coming
down, he was tired now.

Once the tea was made he went back into the kitchen and poured the kettle
into the teapot and grabbed two mugs. He couldn't get the thought of
Kyle's muscular tummy out of his mind. He kept thinking of what he saw
when they'd been pounding that kid. The fuzzy line of hair that led along
Kyle's navel and down to the crotch. The tan of his flesh seemed so soft
in his memory. He rubbed his cock along the edge of the counter and it
started to get hard that easily.

There's something to say about the virility of the young man: under the
right circumstances not even a ridiculous about of drugs can keep him
down.

He took the service into the other room and laid it upon the coffee table
and said, "I'm having a shower now. It's going to feel pretty good."

"Sure. I'll have some lines drawn up for when you're done."

"Oh, I don't know if I should do anymore today."

He looked at Chad without any expression, his eyes hidden behind those
sunglasses in the darker room. "Are you serious? Think about it, would
you rather go half way or all the way?"

"Whatever," Chad laughed, "I'll be back in a minute."

He ran up the stairs and rubbed his head, sighing: he was so glad to be
taking a shower.

He couldn't get Kyle out of his head though. He'd sort of kept his eye on
him from the moment they'd met last night at one point having a cigarette
outside the bar. They sort of got off on the right foot because they knew
some of the same people for different reasons. The incident that had
taken place earlier in the afternoon was only a tease, secretly he
harbored a desire to be firmly gripped in his hands and made to do what
he was told.

He got in the washroom and pulled a towel off the shelf. He tore off his
clothes, the stinking dried-sweat sheath of his pants, the wreaking
cling of the shirt, tugging on the filth of his black socks. Naked he
stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his chest thinking about the
mystery of Kyle's heartbeat against his body. He turned on the shower and
sat on the toilet. He leaned back and slowly let his hand go down onto
the groomed patch of hair above his swollen cock. He touched it and a
smell wafted up reminding him of the boy's face, grinding as it had been
into the nasty bits of drugs and junk food on the coffee table in the
drug dealer's house. The smell of the raunch in his crotch actually
really excited him and he was hard again sitting on the toilet. He let
out a huge fart.

He turned on the water and hopped in the shower. The water washed over
him and felt absolutely amazing. He slowly rubbed the soap all over him
and threw some shampoo in. He started to smell the strong odor of the
Irish Spring, and the fruity shampoo, both of which are so much nicer
than the stench of the bar, the stench of the sex, the stench of
chemicals oozing through the pores. After he'd washed himself he stood
there for a minute.

The door to the washroom opened. His head snapped up. Kyle was standing
out there in the same room as him, somehow being naked with him now
seemed much more charged with the electiricity of lust than before.

He said, "I didn't want to be alone. I have to sort of piss."

"Well then go."

"No. I want a shower too."

"Well, I'm almost done."

"No, I want to come in there with you."

Chad nearly died. He tried to clean the whole of his body but he was too
distracted as Kyle stripped off his clothes and hopped in the shower at
the far end. For the first time Chad saw Kyle's eyes. They were large
brown eyes, beautiful eyes. Kyle didn't really try to look at Chad's body
he sort of squirmed and vied for the warmth of the water. "Hey man, quit
hoggin' all the water."

"Sorry, sorry." He didn't take gym class, he doesn't go swimming in
public places, he's showered at the bath house, but that's about it: this
was incredible. The water darkened the skin as it ran down Kyle's shapely
back, his shoulder were rounded like football pads.

"Don't just stand there, get the soap and wash me down."

He fumbled and fought with the soap and the got a grip on himself. He
lathered up a wad of suds and then finally started washing Kyle's back.
When he started he melted immediately. He moved closer and was soon
washing his lower back, the bubbles flowing through the crack of his
tanned bum. He stepped even closer, the water bounced off Kyle's head and
splashed Chad in the eye, he was oblivious to the sting of the soapy
water in his eye.

With his hand he massaged the buttocks. Kyle folded his arms in front of
him and leaned his head against the wall and allowed Chad the pleasure of
annointing his weary ass with soap and the tender massage. Chad moved
closer and his long erection slipped between Kyle's so nicely, Chad's
hands moved up and rubbed soap on the abs of his fantasy, he washed
higher and felt the nipples, dark and small and hard, he washed between
the pecs. Then he washed downward and the soap dripped off Kyle's balls
as Chad's hands found his thick, uncut cock throbbing, awaiting the eager
attention.

When Chad had a firm grip on the beast, Kyle stood up a bit and moaned,
he liked it.

Kyle reached up and turned the nozzle of the shower so it pointed at the
wall and he turned his back to that wall so the water splashed on his
chest and his cock was made available for sucking. Chad took advantage
and went down on his new friend's thick cock, slowly swallowing the
gorgeous shaft in a slurp of warm water spiced with Kyle's juices.

As Chad pulled out from Kyle's body Kyle's cock was exposed to the heat
and pound of the shower. He moaned and threw his head to one and the
water splashed on his parched lips. It had been so long since Kyle
indulged in so much gay sex. Like, he digs chicks primarily but he's cool
like this, he's all up on getting his rocks off in weird ways. The kid
was hot: not that the boy had come across as all that physically
attractive but it was hot using him like that. It smacked of power. Now
Chad, high as they both were, trying to please each other. Kyle palmed
Chad's head with a certain tenderness. As the water gushed around his
hand it splashed all over Chad's face, down the back of his neck. Kyle's
imagination stirred his semen, he pictured the things he'd love to do
with some guy.

"You know what man," Kyle said, "I love what you're doing."

"You've got a great cock Kyle." Chad took a slow ride down the shaft,
engulfing the whole thing again, his lips stretching around the girth of
it. His cock finally touched the back of Chad's throat and he gagged a
bit.

Kyle said, "I'd love to have a guy to hang out with and do weird shit
with."

Chad pulled off the slick soapy cock and jerked it, moving his mouth
under to the balls where the hairs were like sharp bristles. He reached
in further with his tongue, his hope was to find the potent pucker of
Kyle's straight ass. As he reached with his tongue he looked up at Kyle
who looked down at him and what a powerful eye contact they made then.
With practised pouting eyes Chad asked, "Like, what kind of stuff you
mean?"

"I liked fucking that kid with you, that was pretty perv."

"Ya, we're all pervs at heart," Chad snickered flicking his tongue on the
sagging balls.

"Have you ever done that before?"

Something about that triggered an uneasy feeling in his belly and Chad
stopped licking Kyle's balls. The hot water suddenly wasn't as hot as it
had been before, they'd just emptied the hot water tank. Chad didn't know
how to answer, he shut off the water and the shower stopped and there was
the sound of drops of water landing in the bottom of the tub. He hoped
that it would just go away. They were dripping and red in the steamy
washroom, sunlit like it was.

Kyle said, "I still gotta piss."

"Piss on me."

"Yo, dude. Really?"

Cocking his eyebrow, with Kyle's member resting on his cheek, Chad said,
"You ever done that before?"

"You really want me to piss on you in the tub man?"

"Sure dude, I think you'd look real hot pissin' on me. I'd love it."

They turned the right way in the tub, Chad was at the back and Kyle stood
about the middle of it. Kyle stood there trying to piss. One hand was on
his hip and the other gently groped the base of his cock. Kyle stood
there, eyes closed, thoughts on the action of his bladder, frozen in
thought, paralyzed with the pressure. Chad was going mad. Kyle looked
like a god, like a gladiator that fights for a god, a god so swarthy and
hot. Chad wanted so badly to feel the Kyle's tentacle going inside his
mouth. He got jumpy. He wanted to have the cock in his mouth when he
started pissing and he reached up with his lips. But Kyle told him to
wait and pushed him back like a greedy kid. It's hard to piss on command,
it takes such an effort to relax oneself.

Chad jerked himself real hard waiting for Kyle to unleash his hot piss on
his body. The thought of being his piss bitch pleased him very much. He
opened his mouth, "Piss all over me."

Chad saw him grin, with his eyes closed the corner of his mouth raised up
a bit. Suddenly he started, just a faint trickle at the start but soon it
gushed a little harder. Chad slid down between Kyle's legs to get more on
him, so that not a drop of the hot urine was wasted. It makes for potent
lube. The stream got harder and harder then and splashed all over the
place. Kyle opened his eyes and aimed it Chad's chest and then up, you
could tell he was nervous about it but Chad's eyes, the way they rolled
up and closed into a dreamy haze of delirium, suggested that he wanted to
go the distance.

"Yo, Dude, take my piss bitch."

Chad opened his mouth then and let the piss go in his mouth and the taste
of it, bitter and hot, pungent from the chemicals, sent shivers down his
spine, goose bumps splashed across his shoulders. Kyle pissed right on
his lips and the stinking uring went everywhere, all up his nose, into
his hair, dirtying everything he'd just spent so much time cleaning. When
the piss started to end, because it always does, piss is fun but it only
last a couple of minutes, the tub had enough piss in it that they sloshed
and slurped in the stuff, their feet were dirty with it. Chad went up and
licked the last drops from the slit in the head of his relieved cock.
Kyle wiped it across the lips of the guy he met last night and smiled.

"You like that?" He laughed.

Chad dropped his head and relished in the stench of the piss he bathed
in.

Kyle turned on the water and told him to stand, Chad's hair wreaked of
the piss. Kyle kind of felt bad, he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he'd
told the kid to sit there and take his piss, the kid had wanted it. Chad
smiled. Kyle quietly put soap in the palm of his hand and lathered it up
real nice, then he started washing Chad's hair. Chad fell into a stupor,
a trance, as Kyle's hands molded the shape of his thin shoulder, his
scrawny chest. Reaching down and grabbing Chad's cock Kyle started
jerking him and pushed him against the front of the shower, now the roles
were reversed, it was as it had been when they'd first got in the other
shower, only it was the other way around. Kyle's masculinity enveloped
the part of Chad that was perpetually adolescent, Chad loved this. It was
like having a big brother. He'd always wanted a big brother. His dad's
love was so intense, Kyle's love, or whatever this was that he was doing
to Chad, this was nice, like a young man's virgin patch of pubic hair,
soft and downy. When Kyle's arms wrapped warmly around him and the
cooling water poured between them, Chad actually stretched his back
muscles as if he could somehow accept the embrace more, somehow pull Kyle
around him. The water cooled faster and faster. They washed the soap off
each other and then quickly shut off the water. Chad got out first and
grabbed a towel to dry himself. He grabbed one for Kyle and then left him
alone to dry in the washroom.

He went downstairs, started the album over again. He had on a pair of
cotton pyjama bottoms. He was getting kind of tired and the winter sun
was already going down outside. As Kyle came down he moped like a brat.
Chad laughed at him.

"Wanna smoke on more joint and then we'll lie down for a bit of a disco
nap?"

Kyle liked the way Chad had said that. It was kind of cool hanging out
with a guy like this. "Sure."

"I'm going to heat up the tea, I'll be right back."

When he came back in a couple minutes later the joint was lit and the two
of them lay on the couch watching the Olympics of mute and the music
playing not too loudly. Chad lounged at one and was surprised when Kyle
threw himself down on Chad's legs and used them like a pillow. Chad was
so warm. He lit a cigarette when the joint was half done and they swapped
that back and forth till they were finished.

Chad reached with all his might for a blanket on the neighboring chair.
He threw the orange afghan over their bodies and they started very
quickly to fall asleep but just before they did Kyle mumbled something
and Chad asked, "What?"

Kyle said, "You know what I think would be really hot?"

Chad laughed.

He shuffled under the blanket, smacking his lips like a boy who's
pretending to be sleeping, he shifted onto his side and his arm stroked
the length of Chad's tired legs.

"I think it would be really hot to watch you get fucked by a dog."

Chad laughed and blushed. He'd never met anyone who said something like
that to anyone.

"Is it me specifically you'd like to see get knotted or just someone in
general?'

"Someone in general. But I think what I mean is," and he sort of
squirmed, "I'd like to get real fucked up with you some time and see how
nasty we could be. Fuck a dog, get fucked by a dog."

"Get a horse's load in the face?"

"Dude, that's sick." But he thought it was hot.

"Have you ever done anything with animals?"

"Nah," Kyle admitted, "I think it's kind of cool though. Have you?"

"I once gave a dog a blow job but he never came or anything."

"You ever done anything with shit?"

"Scat, no. It's really gross smelling."

"I suppose."

"Why?"

"Well, I mean, if you're doing it you may as well go all way as oppose
only half way."

"Doing what exactly?"

"If you're doing guys' stuff."

"I suppose. If the dose is right I can be persuaded to do just about
anything."

"True that, true that."

They lay still and sleep started to take hold of them swiftly.

Kyle had one more thing to say, but he didn't know how to say it. All he
said instead was thanks.

Chad didn't say anything else he just put his warm hand on Kyle's head
and stroked it till he couldn't move anymore and then they fell sound
asleep.