The Ride By Andrew Phillips [andrewphile@gmail.com]
[This is a story of a sexual encounter between two adult men. If that offends you please do not read it. This work is (c)Andrew Phillips.]
Part 2--Getting to Know Jase
The shower felt great. We both fit into his rather small shower stall. Its size guaranteed that we were in constant contact. In fact it was easier for each of us to wash the other than wash ourselves. I shampooed his full head of hair, the tips of which were blond from the sun, while he ran the bar of soap over my back and butt. He washed between the cheeks and briefly inserted a middle finger into my anus, clearly intended to clean rather than excite me. I did the same to his.
The bar of soap slipped out of his hand and in stooping to retrieve it came face to face with my now rampant cock. Instead of taking it into his mouth he merely kissed its underside and grabbed the errant soap. He told me to turn around and shampooed me. Soon his hands were taking the suds from my head and soaping up my hairy chest, lingering on each nipple. I felt his hard-on rubbing atop and between my buttocks, but he made no attempt to utilize the lubrication of the soapsuds to enter.
Once more I turned and we were face to face, our very "proud" members pressed together and enjoying their meeting. We kissed as the water poured down. Just as I thought we might empty our prostates again he reached behind me and turned the hot water off. Wow! The now frigid water cooled us down instantly, as effectively as a hose on a pair of mating dogs.
"Not yet," he said, smiling, as he turned the cold water off, too.
We hopped out of the shower and dried each other off. Our erections were almost completely gone and we were both as clean as whistles. As I rubbed a towel through my hair he leaned over and kissed the cloud of dark hair in my right armpit. A shiver of anticipated pleasures ran through me.
He halted me as I was about to put my trunks back on and said, "No need to do that, yet." So we wrapped our towels around our waists and went to the kitchen.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"Famished," I said. Concerned that that sounded a little too, well, prissy, I added a "Starved!"
He got out two beers and some nachos and we sat side by side at the kitchen table. "How can you eat this shit and stay so fit? I guess youth has its prerogatives," I said with a smirk.
I really knew very little about Jason, outside of his physical appearance. He was about 5'8" with the kind of face you just wanted to devour. Strong eyebrows, a slightly off-center smile, a small straight nose, dimples when he smiled and one in the middle of his cute chin. His hair was a bit curly, flipping up behind his ears. I longed to explore those aural labyrinths. But first to find out more about him.
"So you're into men?" I blurted out.
"Well, I've tried both and I definitely prefer males, though a woman will suffice in a pinch. And I suppose you're into men, or is it boys?" he asked in turn, a grin lightening his boyish face.
"Actually you're a bit young for me, Jason, but a boy will do, in a pinch," I laughed.
"Call me Jase, OK?"
"OK. When did you know?"
"You mean about men?"
I nodded.
"Well, even before puberty, I was drawn to other boys. I was no sissy. I liked to wrestle, to have the physical contact. I was always fooling around. When I was about 11 I had an older friend, Jeff, who also liked to rough it up. Once he had me to his house for a sleepover and before bed we wrestled in our pajamas. That was the first time I noticed that his dick got hard, like mine did with a bit of friction. But unlike mine his "went off." A white sticky mess. 'How did you do that?' I asked. Jeff said it just happens. It didn't happen to me for another year."
"That was my first sort of sexual experience with someone else. I also noticed that older boys and even some men looked at me funny sometimes. Without being immodest, I was a good looker--tan and muscular, with a pretty face. I liked the attention. Once the assistant minister at my church was talking with me and he put a hand on my shoulder and moved closer to me. His hand started massaging my shoulder and the back of my neck. I could feel myself getting hard. I looked up at him and he smiled down at me. But there was something a bit strange in his look. Now I know it was powerful lust. It really turned me off and I shrugged his hand off my shoulder."
"That was when I was about 13 or 14 but it got me thinking a lot. I had heard my friends talking about "fags" and didn't want to be the butt of their jokes. So I got a girlfriend and was even elected Homecoming King of my high school class. Lots of girls were after me.
Not only was I good looking but I was captain of the District Championship swim team."
"In my freshman year I had seriously thought about trying out for the wrestling team. Seemed like a nice way of having the physical contact I knew, by then, I really liked. But word of my swimming skills had gotten around and one thing led to another. As a swimmer I had the opportunity to see a lot of my teammates naked and would beat off thinking of their buff bodies. (I suspect, now, that some others probably did the same thinking of me and mine.) But didn't have the courage to make any moves."
"I only had one real homosexual relationship in high school. It was after an important swim meet, the end of my junior year. I had come in second in the 200-meter butterfly. That was the only time that had ever happened to me! I was down on myself, so I stayed after everyone else had left and "punished" myself by swimming 100 lengths of the pool. By the time I was finished I was exhausted and dragged myself out. I stumbled to the showers, ripped off my Speedo, and stood for a long time under the soothing deluge of warm water."
"When I turned around I noticed another guy there. It was Luis, our top diver, and one of my favorite fantasy partners. He went to the next showerhead to rinse the chlorine off, but his eyes were on me, more specifically on my member which had swelled under the ministrations of my soapy hands. Soon his cock also enlarged, impressively. Luis had the build of a compact ballet dancer. He was only 5'6", but could do wonderful things between leaving the springboard and hitting the water. His dark, lithe, athletic body seemed capable of extraordinary feats. He looked down at my rampant erection and then into my eyes. As he moved over to my shower area I didn't back away and he saw this as an invitation, which it surely was. Soon we were kissing, our rigid cocks dueling. Then he did an amazing thing: he did a handstand, like the preparation for his winning platform dive that night. This placed his erection just in front of my mouth. Who could resist? I wrapped my hands around his body, lowered my mouth on his cock and sucked him off. He quickly came to a powerful ejaculation. My first taste of cum. Just the energy drink I needed. He righted himself, went down on his knees and returned the favor, expertly, while slipping his middle finger into my anus. I had not realized what sublime pleasure was possible till then."
"Rinsing off we went our separate ways that afternoon, but we got together pretty regularly over the next year or so, until graduation. I continued to get my rocks off with my girlfriends, too. I guess I was bi; at least at the time I convinced myself I was. I soon learned that was not really the case. Luis went off to the state university and I to Brown. We still exchange some emails and remain friends. In high school we were just friends with benefits. Great benefits!"
"But enough about me. I'm only just 21, with little experience. What about you, old man? Tell me about your "adventures."
I paused, thinking about my own sexual odyssey. I took a swig of beer, looked deeply into Jase's green eyes, reached out to stroke his beautiful face, felt blood starting to fill my cock again and took a deep breath.
[If you liked this story and the developing relationship please email me and give feedback at andrewphile@gmail.com. Thanks, Drew]