My Boy Paul - part 5 By niftymike@gmail.com (cc-by-sa-2.0: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0/)
I woke up just before the alarm and shut it off. I so wanted to wake Paul with my hand around his cock and my tongue in my ear, but I knew we both had to get up and be off to our separate days, so I settled for just the tongue. He seemed to enjoy it earlier this morning.
Sure enough, he awoke with a groan. Not wanting him to get so turned on we had to finish what I started, I stopped and whispered "Race ya to the shower" gave one final lick, and bounded off before his sleep-fogged (and tongue-in-ear-fogged) brain could comprehend my words.
But he soon found me, warming the water for us. But as I stepped into the shower, he hung back. I asked why, and he didn't answer - maybe a grunt and shuffled his feet a bit. I noticed he had put his underwear back on. I left the shower curtain open and reached for the body wash. I lathered up, giving him a show, and said "C'mon, I know you need to get to school, and I want to touch you more before we have to go."
He looked up and grinned at me, but didn't move. Still, as he watched me rinse off, I saw his supposedly-hidden cock rising down below. I hopped out, splashing water on the tile floor, grasped his face in both hands, and gave him another kiss that seemed to suck the breath out of us both. As I deepened the kiss with tongue, making Paul emit a deep groan into my mouth, I cupped his ass under the briefs, pulling him to me. I yanked them down to mid-thigh and repeated: "I said I want to touch you in the shower before we have to go. C'mon" And this time he did.
Paul purred as I washed him, starting with his hair, then his chest and abs, ignoring the throbbing poker sticking up. I turned him around, and washed his back, giving him a bit of a massage at the shoulders and neck. Then his butt. I played only a little, and Paul stiffened and pulled away. "Last night was... amazing. I never thought it could be like that. But you never came, I feel like a jerk. Let me do this" and he began to kneel in front of me. I could see where this was headed, and lifted him back up by his still-soapy armpits.
"We can't start that now. Later you can play with it, I promise." He didn't seem pleased, but mumbled something like "Only if you promise" into my chest, hugging me close.
I hopped out and towelled off as Paul finished rinsing. Then I dried him. "What do you want for breakfast? I don't normally eat much, usually a granola bar and some OJ. But we have time for eggs if you want it"
"Nah, that'll be fine. I don't usually like to eat a lot in the morning."
So we padded back to my room, and I got out some of my smaller clothes for Paul to wear. Sort of skater-dude stuff from high-school. Fuck, he looked even more gorgeous dressed, if you believe that's possible. Something about seeing him in my clothes made me harden. I knew I wanted to see more of this. I wanted to share clothes with him for... a long time. A very long time. I wore a plaid long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up tight over my forearms, and the top few buttons undone. Paul could barely wrench his gaze from the part of my hairy chest that was left exposed. He looked predatory, and I knew I wanted him to be that for me. He had been the prey earlier, but now I hungered to swap roles.
We headed to the kitchen, and got out bowls for breakfast. I crumbled a granola bar in each, and tossed in some strawberry yogurt. Paul got us some orange juice. As we ate, we just watched one another - basking in each others' company. Paul ate almost daintily... no, that's not the right word. Tidily. His every movement seemed carefully-aimed, and he wiped his mouth nearly every time he brought the spoon to his mouth. As he drank, I took note of the bulge of his bicep in his sleeve. No, my sleeve, I remembered, and hardened again. His neck was surprisingly thick, and I noticed bite marks from earlier. Suddenly I panicked - I had never asked permission, I had no idea if he would be upset I had done that. I quietly cleared my throat, and he looked up from my chest - god, I love that he loves looking at that.
"I, um..." I didn't know how to start. "I think you have marks on your neck." His hands flew to his neck, as if he could feel the little bruises. "I did that by accident."
Paul just grinned. "Yeah, I thought you might leave marks. It's fine."
"Really? You're not upset?"
"No, I like it. I loved when you did that. I just hope you'll let me bite back."
"Ohhh, I hope you will. When are you done tonight?"
"Six-ish, I think."
"I'm at the pool till ten-thirty. Actually, I'm closing up. You could meet me there, if you want to play after the lights go out."
His grin said it all. As we packed up our things, I made sure to add a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms. Paul caught me, blushed, and turned away to hide it. I came up behind him, kissed his neck from behind, and murmured "Time to go, or I'll be late"
As we went our separate ways, I wondered if either of us could make it through the day till our ten-thirty encounter...