0 comments/ 16868 views/ 0 favorites Showers By: biDotty Her nipples grazed his shoulder, but he did not stir. She rocked again, swaying down and in, brushing against his biceps. The aroused tips pressed into his cool skin, the luscious globes draping from elbow to shoulder. But he was still lost to her, moaning and snuggling deeper into the sheets. A bit annoyed, she sighed and brushed his hair away from the forehead. ‘A little boy,’ she thought. ‘When he’s asleep, a little boy.’ She eased from the bed, padded softly to the bathroom…so keenly aware of the tingles in her damp pussy. In the amber hue of candle light, the faucets turned; seeking wonderful balance between prickling cool and arousing warmth. Aiming the nozzle, turning the dial, she let the pulsing jets slap sweetly against her belly. In a languid arc, she lowered the flow to her well-trimmed cunt, watching it cascade to her inner thighs and calves. DELECTABLE! Her entire body was SO sensitive to the wet! It sent invigorating tremors to every nerve. She pinched nipples between finger and thumb and kneaded her tits in a slow, deliberate orbit. Recalling the time before HE came into her life, her only sexual pleasures had been obscure and gauzy fantasies buried deep in dusty vaults that were seldom opened. There had been, truly, a frantic need that was unidentified. So…when they had met, she asked him many questions, and he had replied very candidly about love, sex; especially dwelling on emotional and physical desire and need. There had been an easy, natural calm in him, knowing she was a bit naïve about many things. And she had listened, almost child-like, to his words. She came to understand that she must focus deep within to understand, accept, and appreciate the dormant lust that lurked within her mind. A lust that sadly she had long ignored. PLEASURE! Finally, with him, she knew that realm very well! God, the thrusts and lunges of his magnificent cock had set her screaming into the night! Gratefully, her cunt had responded to his rhythm and tempo with surprising ease and fervor! …And, oh yes! She remembered the old tapes playing…summoning all the prudish admonitions of the remnants of her inhibited mental trash. No longer could she push aside the heat that glowed between her legs when he merely brushed his lips along her cheek. Initial tiny rushes turned white-hot when they clung naked in the bed. His mouth, tongue, and cock fevered every inch as she melted into him, nipples taut and eager, pleading for caresses, licks, sucks…and fervent exploration. She went ballistic when his urgent tongue trailed down and plunged like a velvet rapier into her drenched cunt! The tape had gasped, rewound and re-recorded. Now there was indelible remembrance of a blinding, splendid fuck! That memory happily danced in her mind as she moved the nozzle along her hips and thighs. Turning the dial to “pulse” again, she aimed the stinging force into her puffy, pouting cunt. Teasing more, she moved the showerhead against the wrinkled lips. Now her legs were spread quite wide and two fingers found a home within the drenched and begging entrance of her sex. Back then, as weeks moved on, his eyes, amused and shining, had pierced with growing passion into hers. They were bright, intense and she had wilted under their perception and depth. Slowly, with patience learned and practiced, he had eased his cock so gently into her wet pussy. She had almost INHALED the fullness! Her abundant lust exploded into brilliant, succulent blossom as she totally surrendered to every cosmic thrust! Now she viewed the catalogs of luscious lingerie with a different pair of eyes. The mirror still reflected the enticing image of her past. What had dramatically changed was self-perception. Also, complete approval! She now saw an aggressive, lovely woman with shapely hips and a prominent jut of nipples. The reflected vision oozed a sultry elegance, and she absolutely ADORED her nude, seductive form! Sprawled across the satin sheets her eyes had been wide and bright as she perused the many pages of delicate teddies, thongs, and bras. So many air-brushed images of the delightful nothingness of G-string lace and silk. What once had shocked provoked a naughty, wicked smile! She devoured the endless styles and colors; all with plunging “V’s” that came to rest a scant one inch above the mound. A splendid romp through provocative promenade…. * * * The soap was a kinky curiosity. It was long and round, molded in the veined and drooling shape of a cock. The ad had raved about the fervent fragrance when it bubbled, designed to drive one, “Wild with uncontrolled desire and lust…an absolute must for the modern hedonist woman!….” Love, indeed, had gratefully become orgasmic! The prickling spray pulsed over the delicate membranes when she rubbed the frothy head around her clit. Back and forth, up and down, she traced the knob. She let herself purr and moan as the aromatic soap-cock pursued its lusting course. Guiding the shaft still further, she led it down to graze around the sensitive puckered ring. One more taboo crept meekly to a cryptic shadowy cell. He startled her when he pulled the curtain aside. Pleasantly surprised, her eyes compressed and scanned his muscled body, shaft erect and pleading. His mouth engulfed her soft lips and his tongue fucked quickly into her mouth. She sucked the tongue with a passion that sent virulent surges of heat throughout her body. His hand found the soap-cock and urged it once again around the ultra-sensitive pucker. She kissed his neck, nibbled on the skin behind his ear. The soapy phallus moved along her ass-crack while he directed the shower spray against her grinding cunt. He weaved it slowly up and down her supple inner thighs. God, she relished the mind-fuck of his touch, those unhurried licks and love-bites on her tits! “When you suck and lick my nipple-grapes, you give me zillions of erotic bumps!” she whispered, then squeezed his cock and began to stroke erotically. Her rhythm was erratic, unpredictable. The head began to swell and bloat like a bragging, prancing peacock! She knelt down and rolled the bulbous head around her tongue, knowing his eyes followed every move. She loved the sensual staring as she scrunched the throbbing length between her tits. Crushing them together, his balls were wet and bulging at the bottom of her cleavage. He drew the nozzle close again and fucked along the valley. Her tongue leapt out and quickly flicked on the up-stroke. Soon, she was giving him a ravenous, light-speed suck that buckled his knees! Now the shaft disappeared completely into her mouth and she swirled her tongue in a tight, erotic circle. He could no longer stand and settled in the tub with his face between her legs. His tongue-torpedo snaked into her velvet cunt like a thrusting sword. She spread her pussy wide to accept more of his tongue and she stroked her long clit with finger and thumb. His cock was dangling over her mouth again and it slide deep into her throat. She was famished for the smell and taste of him. Her fingers moved gently over his ass-cheeks and she pulled them wide with her hands. His cock was fucking furiously into her mouth. He opened the puckered ring and lapped from clit to rim! She released his cock and slowly licked his balls, then followed his lead and traced from ass to cock head, slurping him like an ice-cream cone. It was simply a mind-blowing suck and lick…tasting sweet emulsions of each other. He devoured her ass and pussy with swathes and circles of his talented tongue-spear along the folds and around the puckered hole. She had known no other who savored her cunt and ass the way he did. God, she loved him for it! The tapes knew only a boring, dismal past. She recalled the ugly bodies of grunting, panting men, intent in reaching their greedy little climax. Long after they were gone she would stare into the dark; angry, wanting, needing. So, the thrusting, almost vicious jabs of her humming, fucking vibe soon streaked into her white-hot puffy cunt. She had loathed those dull, innocuous ships that passed so blithely through her long and dreadful night…. Now it seemed so long ago. But THIS man made her feel so beautiful and loved, so precious and delicious. They had stood together, admiring their nude bodies in the mirror. He had cupped and kneaded her tits, rolling the nipples gently. The fire was stoked from lustful thoughts and hands! Now his tongue fucked deep into her pussy. Soon, she would feel his throbbing length against her ass! Her multiple cums were like childbirth, gushing a river of cream. She saw iridescent shapes and forms, lights and hues…merging, blending, then flowing away to come again with phenomenal, erotic power. Mind-swirls intermingled like finger-painted nymphs, cascading and dissolving into swirls and colored vapors. She arched and shuddered, fucking his mouth with her cunt. He pulled her up to him, hard against his chest. They lock-stepped from the shower in soaked embraced, bodies molded in rhythm. Together, they eased down and splayed along the plush, peach rug. He kissed her chin and forehead, licked her nose and eyes, nibbled on her earlobe. Yes! She was indeed beautiful to him! She quivered when he touched her – ANYWHERE!!! Both her hands continued to squeeze and stroke his cock, running the head along her pussy lips. He put her gently down and straddled her tits again. The splendid shaft moved quickly through her cleavage and her fingers pinched her nipples as he fucked through the bouncing mass. She squeezed his ass and pulled him close, flicking the purple head when it throbbed into her mouth. She used both hands, stroking and massaging his large balls, feeling the round flesh pulse and swell from her loving, licking tongue. “Lie down,” she said softly, riveting her eyes into his own. He was on his back, nestled in the rug. She mounted his cock and let her pussy swallow the thick shaft, drenching the length with her cunt juice and her fire! His hands found her ass-cheeks and he bounced her high and fast! Delirious inside, she delighted in this new, aggressive freedom that she felt. She LOVED the utter pleasure of response to every urge! Oh, God! She was so ready! She contracted her cunt and squirted pussy cream all over his cock. It was completely drenched and she sucked it deep and fast, urging his cum to flow. With spastic jerks and trembles, he exploded his tasty nectar into her mouth. Ummm! So tangy, salty! It seemed he would never stop! His cream was on her lips, chin, cheek, and nose…even in her eyebrows! He kissed her deeply, delighted in the taste of his own syrup that edged from the corner of his mouth. Then he licked her face and eyes, rolling the juice around and sharing with her in a kiss. Again she straddled his hips, facing his feet. She rubbed his cock along her pucker, letting the remaining juice smear around the dark brown hole. Limp now, he would soon sprout into a throbbing peacock again! Yes! It grew long and thick as her fingers stroked the length. She bent back and down, sucking him deep but gently into her mouth, letting her sucks arouse him further. Soon raging hard again, she eased the fullness to her ass, inching down with patient pressure. She found his balls with her hands and soon bounced high and hard, loving this new sensation in her ass! She expanded and contracted, knowing his cum was building very rapidly. ‘Soon, my baby…soon!’ she thought. ‘Cum in my ass! Give it ALL to me!’ She wiggled and squirmed until that wonderful granite shaft exploded gallons of creamy cum into her trembling, squeezing hole. She wanted every drop, nothing wasted. She slid her 8” vibe into her pussy, knowing the subtle hum and buzz would penetrate through the thin wall to his cock. She felt his juice drip down to her inner thighs. The moonlight bathed her face as she nuzzled between his legs, flicking and twirling with her tongue, then sucking him again into her hungry, needy mouth. The salty tang mixed nicely with her own cunt cream. They would rest awhile, perhaps drop off into a peaceful nap…. They spooned together like infants, his hand cupping her tits. The moon crept slowly across the night to spy on other lovers. She felt him shudder in his sleep. Who knew what dreams and fantasies caroused like satyrs in his lustful mind? She put her nipple in the crook of his folded arm. ‘A little boy,’ she mused again. ‘When he sleeps, he looks like a mischievous little boy….’ She snuggled closer and let her thoughts run free. The silly old tapes were forever gone. They would NEVER come again! © March, 2000 Dot Turner Showers He came in from doing yard work. Shirtless and in cut-offs in the 90 degree heat. His chest and back covered with sweat. He peeled off his damp shorts, kicked off his Nikes, and turned on the shower. Very hot. He was always fond of hot showers, but especially since…that time. The steam rolled out of the shower like wisps of fog. Like it did that one night. As he stepped into the stinging spray, he thought he saw some movement out of the corner of his eye. But he lived alone since the divorce. And if his ex had stopped by with mail, the dogs would have raised a ruckus. He pulled aside the translucent curtain…no one. As he soaped himself down, he again thought there was someone there, in his peripheral vision. But when he turned his head, he saw no one. It almost looked like… But no, she was a thousand miles away, and married to another man. * * * * * Sean had traveled there on business. Trying to head off some litigation involving one of his clients. It was a remote part of Georgia, where they harvest pulpwood, and his client's log hauling truck had been in a very serious accident. Jim's parents and his were close friends, back home. Sean had always thought Jim was kind of a jerk, growing up. But when mom found out he was going to be traveling to that remote part of the world, she told Jim's mother and it was determined "the boys" would have to get together, at least for dinner. When Irish-American mothers make plans for their sons, the sons have two options. Give in right away, or resist, and give in after weeks of sighs, silences, and oblique references to the subject. Having experienced it before, he surrendered early and made the necessary phone call. Jim sounded about as thrilled as he did, but obviously was under the same pressure. And as it turned out, Jim worked for a local pulp mill so this could sneak through the expense account as "marketing". They met at a local supper club in that town at the appointed hour and time. They had not seen each other since high school. Jim had not aged well. Thinning hair, gut hanging over the belt, nose looking like a road map of blown veins. By the time Sean got there, it was obvious that Jim was at least one or two drinks up on him. They shook hands, and Jim introduced his wife, Laura. While Jim looked every day of his 45 years, and then some, Laura appeared at least ten years his junior. Long dark hair, sparkling green eyes in a delicate featured face, and wearing a halter-top dress that subtly showed her petite curves to their best advantage. By her soft southern accent it was apparent Jim had married a local girl. The daughter of the mill's owner, as it turned out. Dinner turned out to be mostly a two-sided conversation, with Jim's contribution consisting of desultory remarks interrupted by frequent requests for additional drinks. Sean and Laura chatted amiably, he telling "war stories" from his work as a litigation manager, she telling amusing anecdotes about the local people that were in the dining room and the adjoining bar. It was a small "company town" where everyone knew everyone else's business. And her daddy owned the company, so she knew more than most. Jim's silences grew longer and longer. Soon it was apparent he was dead drunk and asleep sitting up in his chair. No one besides Sean appeared to even notice. Apparently it was not polite to do so, and was a frequent enough occurrence that everyone expected it. The waitress quietly wrapped up the remains of Jim's dinner while Sean and Laura continued their conversation over coffee and after-dinner drinks. In a very tight and controlled voice she explained that Jim had never quite come to grips with being the boss's son. He never felt he was his own man. So he compensated with liquor. And women, when there hadn't been too much liquor. She felt it was her fault. If she had agreed to live elsewhere, it would have been different. But this was her home, and he had loved her too much to make her unhappy by taking her away. So like everyone else, she just looked the other way when this happened. Sean asked how she would get him home. Jim was obviously too intoxicated to walk, let alone drive, and Laura was far too small to get him into the car. She explained that she would leave him here, and that a couple of the company security people would come by later and bring him home. She was sure the restaurant owner had already called them. And where was Sean staying? He shrugged, and explained he wanted to be back in Atlanta early tomorrow, so he planned to just drive in that direction until he saw a likely spot to stay. She told him that was not a good idea. The closest decent hotel was hours away, the local place was a dump, and he had been drinking. The local deputies just loved seeing a rental car on these back roads that they could stop for amusement. Both her boys were off at college. He would stay in one of their rooms and that was final. Recognizing that tone, Sean gave in. Besides, he had seen far too many hotel rooms in his life. A nice quiet home to sleep in would be a pleasant change. And in return, he could help Laura get Jim home. Taking an arm over his shoulder, and with Laura propping up the other side, they managed, laughing and giggling, to get Jim poured into the back seat of her car. After closing the door, they paused, standing close together in the dimly lit parking lot. Close enough that in the still, humid air, they could feel the heat radiating from each other. He looked down at her, hazily seeing her features in the faint starlight. Her eyes shone up at him. He could smell her lilac perfume. His hand moved halfway towards hers, his head bent slightly downwards. And they were suddenly caught in the glare of a spotlight from a nearby car. Sean's heart froze. "Is everything OK, Miss Laura?" called a male voice with a deep drawl. Laura turned and smiled, without missing a beat. "Yes, Bobby. This is an old friend of Jim's. He was just helping me get Jim in the car. You boys won't be needed tonight. Thank you for coming out. Good night." "Good night then Miss Laura. Y'all drive safe now, hear." Sean and Laura turned towards each other again, now a respectable distance apart. "Jayzus" Sean said. "I thought I was going to die, for a second, there." Laughing, they both turned towards their cars. Laura gave him directions to the house. When they got there, they repeated the process of moving Jim, this time in reverse. Once inside, they steered Jim on to the couch in the den, knowing they'd never get him up the stairs to the master bedroom. Besides, Sean suspected she'd rather not have this snoring drunk in her bed tonight, anyway. She showed him to his room, and the large bathroom up the hall. If he needed anything, her room was at the end of the hall, just call out. He asked if she would be kept awake if he took a shower before he went to bed, and she told him it would not be a problem, she would probably read in bed for some time anyway. After putting away his things, he went to the bathroom and started running the shower. It was an older house, but obviously remodeled in the recent past. The tub was a huge sunken whirlpool, and the shower was spacious, with multiple shower heads and ledges to sit on along each side. Once the water was good and hot, as evidenced by the wisps of steam coming out, he stepped in, enjoying the initial shock of the scalding water against his skin. As he stood under the stinging spray, relaxing, he thought about Laura, and what had almost happened in the parking lot. As he did, his hands slowly moved to towards his hardening cock. And a cool hand touched his back, stopping his heart once again as he let out a yelp. "Dammit" he whispered to Laura, "are you people determined to kill me in this town? Does anybody here know how to clear their throat before they sneak up on you?" Smiling softly, she held her finger to her lips. "Hush…not a word…not a sound". She moved into the streams of water, standing with her body close, but not quite touching his. She looked up at him. Her eyes were brilliant green. They sparkled like emeralds. He thought she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He reached towards her, his fingers barely touching, running lightly along the smooth warm skin of her arms, down to her hands. Taking both of her hands in his, he gently raised them to his lips, kissing the palm of each one in turn. He then placed her hands on his shoulders, and slowly slid his hands over her wet skin, down her arms, across her shoulders, along her ribs and lower back, until they rested on her ass. He then pulled her closer, so that his hard cock pressed against her warm smooth stomach. His intention was to kiss her gently, but the feel of her against him, coupled with the look in her eyes, overwhelmed him. With a low groan he pressed his mouth hungrily against hers, pulling her firmly against him, rubbing himself against her as he did so. She responded, giving a slightly higher pitched moan, her mouth eager against his, lips moving, tongue darting out to taste him. Stopping for a moment, they stood, just looking into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. Sean slowly sank to his knees, and started leaning forward to kiss her pubic mound. She put her arms out to stop him. "Jim…never. I mean, I never…" and she looked away, embarrassed. Smiling, he looked up, put his finger to his lips and said, "Hush…not a word…not a sound". And taking her by the hips with both hands, he started to kiss her stomach, slowly trailing kisses down it, stopping to flick his tongue in her navel, then continuing downwards. He moved to kiss and lick the insides of her thighs, slightly parting them. Then his kisses trailed upwards. He softly kissed the wet curly hair between her legs, and started probing gently with his tongue. He could inhale the sweet natural perfume that came from her. As his tongue touched her lips, she gave a small gasp, and started to tremble. He slowly eased her down to a sitting position on one of the ledges, then continued. He spread her legs wider, revealing her outer and inner lips. He softly blew on them, teasing her. She moaned, shivered, and moved her hips in response. He used his thumbs to slightly part the lips, and ran his tongue along the now exposed inner flesh, savoring the sweet taste of the juices. As his tongue lapped higher, he felt the muscles in her thighs tighten, as if to close her legs to him. He firmly pushed them apart, and then spread the lips further to reveal her clit, already looking hard, engorged. He began flicking his tongue against it, eliciting a gasp, then a moan. As he continued, she began a chant of "oh god…oh god…OH MY GODDDDDDD" hitting a crescendo as he began to suck her clit and slide his finger inside her at the same time. Her body shook as spasm after spasm washed over her. And through it all the hot water was pounding down on them. He then stood, brought her to her feet, and bent to kiss her. Her tongue eagerly probed his lips and mouth, lapping her own juices off of his tongue. "I always wondered what that was like" she whispered as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. He then slowly turned her, and motioned for her to hold one of the grab bars. Bending her slightly forward, he started slowly rubbing the head of his cock along her wet slit from behind. As he felt it become moist, he gently started to push forward. In response she pushed back with her hips, eager to have him inside her. Holding her by the hips, and moving very slowly at first, he slid into her. She was so incredibly tight and hot. He could feel his cock stretching her as he entered. As the moisture within her increased, so did the speed and force of his thrusting. And she responded, pushing back with her hips. Both of them covered in hot water, soon the only sound they heard was wet flesh hitting wet flesh, his pelvis against her round smooth ass. Soft moans came from her and grunts from him as he fucked her as hard as he could. He could feel her inner muscles gripping and releasing as he slid in and out. The pressure rose inside both of them, until neither could control it. They both experienced powerful orgasms, like riding over a waterfall together, the roaring from inside and the water pounding from all directions outside. He spent himself inside her, and felt her hot fluids explode in response. For several minutes they remained like that, with him buried deep inside her, both of them experiencing tremors and small spasms…the aftershocks of a sexual explosion. Then, as he slowly withdrew from her, she gave one last shudder and moan, her legs giving way. He caught her, and then sat on the ledge, cradling her in his arms, stroking her face, running his fingers through her long dark hair, kissing her over and over and saying her name. As their breathing finally slowed, he stood and turned off the water. Taking two large soft towels, he used one to dry her off, and then the other he wrapped around her. After quickly drying himself off, he silently led her to his bedroom. There they lay, without saying a word, arms and legs curled around each other. And he slept until the light of day. He awoke alone in the bed. A note was on his neatly folded clothing. "Darling Sean: Thank you for a wonderful night. I cannot face you in the daylight, knowing we can never touch, never kiss, never hold each other again. This was the first, and last, time I have ever strayed. I cannot leave the mess I have created here, until I try to repair it. If I can't, I will leave it all, and start my life over. But until I do, I cannot bear to see you. With all my love, Laura" He dressed and left that empty, lonely place. And went home to an equally empty and lonely place. * * * * * As he continued his shower, he remembered that night, as he had so many times. And as he soaped his body, he knew he could see her, a woman with long dark hair, and incredible green eyes. She came and sat on the floor outside his shower, her pale skin glimmering through the curtain. And he touched himself, thinking of her, trying to recapture that moment they spent, suspended in time and space. And he saw her, sitting on the floor, touching herself, trying to find that same place together. After he was done showering, he opened the curtain. There was, of course, no one there. But looking down, he saw scuff marks on the carpet. As if someone had been sitting there, with her legs spread wide and heels digging in. And there was a trace of lilac perfume in the air. Showers After my divorce, my friends told me to get out more. They were all married, so I was a third wheel to them. I signed up for some continuing education courses at the local community college. I wanted to work out more so I took things like parcourse, weight training, etc. It was something to do at night after work. And I didn't meet anyone I wanted to go out with. Then I hurt my shoulder, partial tear of the rotator cuff, while working on my car. Don't ask. I needed to get it 'scoped, and I did. First surgery for me. I missed going to work out. That surprised me, because I'm not a jock. I thought maybe I could go there anyway and get my heart rate up a bit. It was hot and I walked fast enough to get sweaty. I needed a shower. Showers posed problems. I still had the sutures in and they needed to stay dry. Resourceful person that I am, I had brought a plastic bag along with some tape. I could punch a hole in the bag and slide it up my arm, seal the top and bottom with tape and be home free. Sounds like it ought to work, right? I hadn't practice it. At home, I had sponge-bathed and washed my hair by hanging my head over the edge of the tub. "Need a hand?" I looked up from the bench and saw Mark. He was in my weight training session. "I went through that last year. It's a bitch." Mark was about the same size as me, but was wrapped only in a towel. I was sitting on the bench with my towel over my lap. "Yeah, thanks." Sitting on the bench put his cock right at my eye level. I seemed to be drawn to looking at it, to see if there was a lump there. I could see the towel move in a slight wave, his cock! Well, of course he has a cock. He's a guy. That is where you would expect to find that bit of anatomy. Right between his legs. He straddled the bench and wrapped the tape around the top of the bag. His hands were warm and sure on my skin. I was looking over my shoulder like I was looking at him put the tape on, but my eyes were riveted on the towel and what was behind door number one. He started working on the taping the bottom. And his towel slipped off. "Oops." Oops, hell. I was face to cock with a real life cock. I had never been that close to one before. At least not naked. I've had guys lean over me while putting something into the overhead compartment in an airplane, but that is when you lean away, know what I mean? This was a cock, soft, cut head at one end, bush of hair at the other. Balls hung like soft pendulums. "There." Was I staring all this time at his cock? "Thanks." I looked up and, yeah, he caught me staring at his cock. What am I, a perv? He picked up his towel and put it back around his waist. "I'm Mark, by the way. Can I help you with anything else?" "Hi, Don. No, thanks for helping out." "No problem. People need to help each other out sometimes. No harm in that." I was slightly embarrassed for having been caught looking, but it wasn't bad. Look, I only see my own cock. What do other cocks look like? I'm not a perv. He headed to the showers and I waited a bit before following. I had my hands full and thought that I should have taken him up on his offer. The showers were organized in groups of six, with walls between them. Mark was in the group on the end, so I went to the one next to it to have some privacy. I wanted to stand in the water and feel what I hadn't felt in a week, the warm wash of water over my skin. I turned on the water and it just dribbled out. I tried all six and they all had rather anemic water pressure. I could hear Mark and he seemed to have all the water pressure in the world in his shower. I started to leave my group of showers to find a better group when I heard his turn off. "No pressure? Yeah, these are the best." I turned and Mark was standing in front of the showers, reaching for his towel. "The one on the end there is the best." He was pointing at the one in the corner. He had a pretty good body, masculine, hair on his chest, but not a gorilla. "Thanks." I knew what I wanted and took his advice. I moved my towel and soap down the row, went into the shower and turned on the water. It felt great. I'd left my soap on the shelf outside the shower cluster and turned to get it. Mark was watching me as I retrieved my soap bar. I got under the water again and looked down. How did my dick get so inflated without me knowing? I wasn't hard, but was on my way there. What the fuck? Then I dropped my soap and it skidded out to right in front of Mark. He picked it up. "Need some help?" "No, thanks." I took the soap from him and he was looking right into my eyes. "Rotator cuff?" "Yeah." "I had that last year. It's a pain, but you'll get better. See?" He rolled his right arm around, stretching, flexing. His bicep looked great, muscles under skin. Eyes again. He was looking right into me. "That's what they tell me. Right now it is a pain." "I know what you mean." He laughed. Guy laughter. I went under the shower again and started to soap up. And dropped the soap again. And you know where it went. Mark picked it up and walked over. "Let me help you out." He pushed me back under the water and didn't put the soap into my outstretched hand. He started soaping my back. It felt great. But my dick was filling out more. I turned away so he couldn't see. "When I had my surgery last year, I had someone to help me out with stuff. So I can pass on the favor." He was soaping my chest, arm pits, arms, and my cock was hard. I tried to turn so he couldn't see it. He was close to me. "You married?" I wasn't wearing a ring, so it was a fair question. "No, divorced. Last year." "Same here. I'm sorry." Divorced guys often say that to each other like we can actually help by saying it, but it just takes time. "Guess it has been a while for you." Yeah, I haven't been laid in a while, and now that my jerking off hand has a bum shoulder, even longer. He knelt and started to soap my legs. He was going to get to my cock sooner or later and then what would he do. He got there. His soapy hand caressed my cock and I jumped a little. But he didn't stop. His hands went around my cock and balls, between my legs. He started stroking my cock lightly. I started to turn to him. I saw that his cock was getting hard. This was crazy. I liked it, it was scary, we could get caught. I liked it. I had always wondered what being with another man was like but was scared to be gay. I had a couple of close calls in college, but was rescued by marriage. Now I was out there. I had gay fantasies, starting from when I learned to jack off, but I told myself that it was because it was the forbidden thing that made me respond to them. I really didn't like guys the way I liked women, but I felt so damn good. "Wait. What if someone comes in?" "They won't come down here. Do you like it?" Sink or swim time. "Yes." "Good. Just go with it. You need it. Fuck my hands." I started to pump into his hands, bracing myself against the shower wall with my good hand. It felt so damned good. He moved behind me and I felt his cock between my legs, his chest against my back. "What?" "It's okay, just fuck my hands. Feel my hands." I did, and it was fucking fantastic. I could feel his soapy cock slide down between my cheeks, and I felt like all cock. I was the cock, I was the cunt. I knew that he couldn't penetrate me, but the feel of his cock between my cheeks was mind blowing. "I want to fuck you, but it won't work here. I want you." Nobody had wanted me in a while. Not my wife, who hadn't wanted me for most of the time since we said 'I do.' He backed away and I felt one hand slide between my cheeks and a finger probe my anus. I knew what he was going to do and I didn't care. His finger entered me and I knew that it was exactly what I wanted. I had fingered myself in the shower before, those times when I was married and my wife had a headache that lasted a month. I knew it was what I wanted and I didn't have to do anything, just give into the pleasure of it. His finger slid in and out, fucking me slightly. I pushed back against him and he came up close to me, his body against my side. "You likee?" I turned to look at him, close to me and through my head back and pumped his hand. His finger fucking continued and the pressure of his cock, his body against my side pushed me over the edge and I erupted. "God!" He pumped my cum out languidly, and I shuddered with each emission. I was spent, leaning my head against the shower wall and I felt his finger slip out of me. "God. Damn. That was good." "Glad I could help." I turned to look at him and his cock was hard. I reached for it with my good hand. He leaned close to me. He wanted to kiss me. I didn't care. I kissed him. Stubble. I pulled him close to me. I had never touched a man before and here I was, going full blown gay. His lips were soft, his tongue hard in a way that no woman's tongue could be. What did I just do? I dropped his cock and pulled back. I think he saw the panic in my eyes. "Take it easy, grasshopper. You are still who you are." And I knew what he meant. I was still who I was, I had just done something new, but it didn't define me. "You jerked off in the shower and played with your ass. You've done it before, this time you had help." "Look, this is a misunderstanding." What else could I say? "It's okay. I was just helping out." He backed away, hurt by the rejection a little. So there we were, two naked guys, one who had just had a mind blowing orgasm, and who hadn't. One of whom was very confused. I turned off the water and went for the safety of my towel. "Sorry if I came on to you. I saw you in class before and thought that you seemed like a decent guy. I had you pegged for someone who had gotten dumped and divorced, same as me. I thought that we might have more in common. I like women, but like to play with guys sometimes. I prefer women. I thought you were the same." I didn't know what to say. He was right about me. "This is awkward. I'm sorry." Honesty is a bitch. "You're right about those things. I got dumped and divorced. And I had played with myself in the shower. I'm just really confused." I looked around. We were alone in the cavernous locker room. It was late. "I've never touched a man before. I was excited." "How do you feel now?" "Scared." "Wanting to be close to someone else doesn't make you gay, it makes you human. You like women, right? You look at women, right? You don't look at guys, right? You're like most guys. You mesh with women, but you have a part of you where you want to be wanted in a way that a woman can't want you but a man can." He was right about that. I wanted to be wanted. In the gayest of my fantasies, I was with a man who knew me and knew what I wanted in a way that a woman couldn't. He took me, his hard cock in me, filling me, giving me what I wanted and I pleased him in a way a woman couldn't, his cum filling my ass. But how to find such a man? I turned to him. Maybe this was the guy. "You probably started to play with your anus when you were young, it felt good and you were ashamed to tell anyone. You jerked off and sometimes slipped a finger inside, and then felt ashamed afterward. You wanted to tell your wife but you knew it would freak her out, and you hid your shame. I know, because that is the life I've lived." He knew me alright. "You want to know what to do now. Don't panic. Don't be ashamed." "What do you want?" Did he want to fuck me right here in the open? "I want you to be comfortable with this and enjoy it like I enjoy it." I looked around. "I have a key to the trainer's room. Get your things." Okay. I'll do this. I got my towel and we walked between the lockers to the trainer's room. It was warm and there was a padded bench. I sat on it. Was he going to fuck me here? Is that what he wanted? He pulled me to my feet and we embraced. I was getting hard again, shaking with excitement. I had never felt another hairy chest on mine. I liked it. We kissed. Stubble again. But I was beginning to like it. His arms were wrapped around me and his hands were on my ass. I had my bad arm up as if in a sling and it was between us. "Just feel. Try out the feelings." He was kissing me, holding my face with his hands and it felt a little weird to let go and let a man hold me that way. I slid a hand down to his ass, cupping a nice cheek. I was liking it. He was hard as a rock, his cock was about as big as mine, helmet head all pink. I wanted to taste it. I sat down and pulled him toward me. I took him in my mouth, soft, warm, spongy. I held his balls in my hand and licked up one side and down the other. He was leaking a little and and I pushed my tongue into the slippery slit. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him and started stroking him with my good hand. His hands in my hair, fingers on my scalp, rubbing. I had only one good hand, but let go of his cock to slip my hand back and play with his crack, finding his anus which drove his cock deep into my throat. I pushed a finger against his anus and he responded by fucking my mouth. We slipped into a rhythm and I wanted his cum. He started to breath harder and I pushed deeper into his anus. His eruption happened when he was not deep in my mouth and I managed to ride him back and catch it. I pulled my finger from his anus and grabbed his cock, milking his cock and keeping him from making me gag. I swallowed without thinking about it. Sort of sweet, sort of bitter. Need to try this again. I looked up at him. Did I do a good job with my first blow job? His eyes were closed. "Oh, god! Oh, God!" I guess I did okay, but my jaw as a little sore. He pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tongue in my mouth. "Can we lay down here for a minute?" The trainer's table was about the size of a twin bed and he lay on his side, pulling me onto my back. He put a leg over my legs, cock against my thigh, arm across my chest. We didn't talk for a bit and then we started to talk more. I told him about me. I told him that he had been exactly right. He was playing with my cock, not wanting to let go. We talked about our lives. He was the kind of guy I would want as a friend, but I would never have done this with a friend. We talked for about an hour. He didn't know until after jerking me off that I had never been with a man. He only approached me because he thought that I was open to an approach. It was getting late. How to say good bye? We got dressed. "Want to get a bite to eat?" Okay, we'll say good bye later. Well, later was very much later. We went to his place and I knew exactly what I wanted. We walked in the door and I turned to him. He undressed me and I was naked in front of him. I was on my knees, taking him in my mouth again, making him hard, wanting him to fuck my mouth and he led to his bedroom. I got on the bed, feeling like a sacrifice and he pushed my legs up. He started with my cock, then my balls, his dancing tongue down to my ass. The tip of his tongue on my ass made me spread my legs and open to him. The tip of his tongue traced around and then dipped in, and I stained to meet him. But his tongue teased me and all I could do is almost pant with desire to be penetrated. He lubed me up. I was scared, knowing it would hurt. He stretched me with one finger, two fingers, then pushed his cock against me. When he was tonguing me, all I could think was "yes, fuck me, fuck me" I opened to him and wanted him inside me. Now he was. His cock head pushed in and it hurt but he paused and when I told him to start again, he push ever so gradually into me, filling me, more pressure than I had ever felt before. I wanted him to cum in me. He was wearing a condom, but I wanted to feel his surge, his thrust, his spasms. He pulled out a little and then back in, my legs in the air, a slut giving everything to him. He rocked easily into me, his balls against my ass and then the hair around his cock grinding into my anus, hard. I wanted more, more fucking. I must have said that because he picked up the pace, long slow strokes turned into hard pounding fucks, his thighs against mine. Then my ass was empty and he was pulling me toward the edge of the bed and he was standing on the floor. I knew what he was going to do. He pushed into me with one motion, one hard fuck, all the way in and I wanted to cum right then and there. Cum! Cum! I was being turned inside out. But I couldn't cum. He started fucking me in earnest and I tried to fuck back, pulling him into me. I wasn't hard, I couldn't cum. He started to breath hard and I felt his hand on my cock. I was hard to his touch and he was stroking me. He was holding off while getting me closer. He was stroking more slowly, each grinding stroke was hitting bottom on me, across my throbbing prostate. I was thrashing on the bed, groaning for release, begging for relief. "Argh!" I started to cum, the orgasm ripped from my body by his stroking hand and pounding cock. My anus spasmed, grabbing him tightly and he fucked into me deep and hard, cumming on the stroke. My cum was splashing high on my chest as he was an animal, pulling out and pounding in again, making me a fucktoy of his needs. "God!", one last deep spasm ending fuck deep into my bowels and he was spent. I was light headed, not knowing what to do next. My anus clenched him, sore, but satisifed. "Oh, you bastard, don't tease me. I can't fuck any more!" I wasn't teasing him on purpose, it was just my body. I couldn't help it and squeezed him again. He yelped and pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me, staying inside me somehow and I wrapped my legs and arm around him. He kissed me deeply. He kissed my eyes, my neck. I wanted to stay like that for a long time. But he slipped out. "Want to shower?" We showered again, him washing my body gently, my abused ass tenderly. I stroked his cock and would have taken him in my mouth again but he told me it would take too long to orgasm so we didn't. But we did the next morning. Showers At the end of the day, on the way home, I decided that after such a long hard work week, I needed to relieve myself. With so many difficult days in the office, I was glad it was Friday. As soon as got in the front door of my apartment, I called a couple of my buddies and said we were meeting at the bar for a few drinks. And quickly our plans for the night were set. I went to my closet and laid out a pair of jeans and took out a simple t-shirt and then jumped in the shower. I spent a good 30 minutes in the shower just letting the hot water relax me. I hopped out, shaved, got dressed, grabbed my keys and was off to the bar. It had been a while since I been out due to work so everyone was surprised I actually came out. We took our seats at the bar and order the first round. I had forgotten the simple joy of the taste of alcohol. After about an hour drinking, joking and catching up, we started to get loud and so did the music. The more we drank the faster the time went. It was about 10:30 and we were starting to feel buzzed, but we kept drinking. Suddenly one after another my buddies were "DAMN "with their eyes fixed to the door. "She is fine as hell!" I turn to look and she was, DAMN was she, but she looked so familiar and I couldn't place her face or name. Actually it's like my eyes couldn't focus due to the alcohol and lighting in the bar. So we all turned back around a continued to drink. Ten minutes later, a familiar voice whispered to me, "Long time no see." With one eyebrow raised, I turned around to face Cricket. "You're the one that moved away," I quipped back. "And you didn't leave any number to be reached at." "Sorry I hurt your feelings, Mr. Big Shot!" "In that case, all is forgiven," as a smile slowly drew upon my face. And Cricket reciprocated with her own sexy smile that lit the room. I stood and quickly embraced this sexy woman that all my friends couldn't take their eyes off. As I let her go they hurried and closed their mouths and regained their composure. I made the necessary introductions, "Cricket these are the fellows and fellows this is Cricket." With a quick elbow to the stomach she exclaimed, "No one has called me that since high school!" She stuck out her hand for handshakes and said, "It's Samantha, or Sam for short." After the introductions I invited her to join us and got her a drink. After about 2 hours of us telling embarrassing stories of our high school experiences to my friends, Sam and I got a booth to ourselves to really catch up. A quick look into history: In high school I was captain of my basketball team and co-captain of my football team. I had the second highest GPA. Sam was captain of the girls' basketball team, a member of the school's advanced choir, and she had the highest GPA. I wasn't the most handsome guy in high school but my accolades made up for it. Sam on the other hand could have had any guy she wanted and she did. She was about 5'7", slender waist you could wrap your hands around, an ass you could fall asleep on, thighs of an athlete you want to squeeze you, breasts that were more than a mouth and handful, thick long jet black hair, deep dark brown eyes, and a soft mahogany complexion. It seemed as though you could get lost in her glowing eyes, and her smile could light a fire instantly. She could make any supermodel jealous. She was more beautiful than sexy. Now looking at her, her body had matured well to say the least. We sat and talked about how she got her scholarship and left off to school. How she stayed gone, how she was moving back home to be closer to her sick father. We talked about how we were close friends due to our rivalry to be better than the other. We even talked about the one time we tried to have sex with each other, boy that was a bad experience. But after that that we became so close we were able to actually shower around each other. As we looked back on our past I couldn't help but stare and think about how I would love to make up for that one horrible sexual experience. I was a virgin but she wasn't. I bet she laughed at me on the inside. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear her calling my name. "Malcolm?" I finally came to. "Yes, Dear." "It's late, and I have to get up and look for somewhere to stay," Sam stated. "You can always stay with me." Sam responded with a sexy smirk, "Boy, you are too drunk, you need to go home and sleep it off. I'll call you tomorrow." So we exchanged numbers and she left, and I followed soon after. After making it home and crawling into bed, my phone rang. It was one of my buddies from the bar asking if I had added Sam as a notch on the bed post. Without answering I just hung up the phone and closed my eyes. And again the phone rang and I answered with a frustrated voice, "What do you want, it's 3:30 in the morning, and NO I did not fuck Sam!" "And you never will with that tone of voice!" It was Sam. I tried to apologize, but she cut me off, "Men are always thinking with their dicks," in a jovial voice. "I changed my mind, tomorrow is Saturday. I want to sit around and do nothing, would you like to be my company?" With a dry voice, "Since you have don't have your own place yet why don't you come here?" "Fine, see you in a couple hours." Click and I was off to sleep with new dreams. Knock knock!!! A bit startled, I awakened and opened the door. "Morning Sleepy Head," as she whisked by me. Barely able to answer, "Bah humbug." But my eyes quickly open when I saw her. She had on a light pink and yellow summer dress that just flowed with her curves with her hair in a ponytail. Without taking my eyes off her, "I'm not like you, I don't wake up beautiful. Gimme me 20 minutes to get ready." I rushed off to the bathroom for a quick shower and personal hygiene. While I was in the shower, I heard Sam say "Excuse me, I need to use the mirror." I thought to myself about the one she walked by in the bedroom but we often shared a bathroom after high school practices. Suddenly I saw a hand reach through the shower curtain and my nice warm water went ice cold, causing me to howl and jump. Sam took off running and giggling. And it was on. I jumped out, grabbed my towel, wrapped my waist and began the chase. Since I had a better layout of my apartment, I caught her fairly quickly, and when I did grabbed her pinned to my chaise in a matter of seconds. My payback was tickling her till tears rolled down her face. "I let you catch me," Sam said, out of breath. "Yeah right!" "You could always beat the boys but you could never beat me." "Oh really, is that a challenge Sam?" "It is now, get ready, and meet me at the court in an hour." "You're on!!!" I was thinking to myself, I'm still in good shape but I don't know what she's been doing. Hell for all I know she could play semi-pro ball or something. After sitting for a minute, I ate a couple pieces of toast and a glass of orange juice. I locked my door behind me and walked the two blocks to the local neighborhood playground. I needed the early start. I needed the stretch. The playground was fairly empty, so took a few warm-up shots as I waited for Sam. A few minutes into shooting around I noticed Sam walking up and wondered 'how in the hell do you make mesh shorts and t-shirt look that damn sexy.' The shorts' waistband fit snugly and then fit perfectly curved over and around her apple shaped ass. Her t-shirt was tied in the back high enough to show off her navel and midriff. Blood from my brain was starting to fill my dick and I was distracted. I didn't know how I was going to be able to play, since I knew she would be able to feel my semi hard dick through my thin shorts. "Let's play ball!" Sam yelled. And with a small gulp and sigh, I threw her the ball and asked for this to be over quickly. I needed a cold shower. We played ball, I tried to play seriously but I couldn't. I was afraid to get too close, fearing she would feel my hard-on. But even through the sweat, she smelled erotic. I don't know if she noticed or if she did and didn't say anything. But every chance I got I was grabbing her, touching her. I would reach for her ass, thigh, stomach, breast, whatever I could get my hands on. She was able to score a lot of easy baskets, mainly because I let her. And right before game winning point, Sam set the stakes. "Winner gets treated." "Treated to what?" And with that she was gone around me to score the last point. We began walking back to my apartment, and the whole while I kept questioning what does the winner gets treated to. Joking and playing, she kept changing the subject or answering, "Just wait and see." We made it the apartment and pounded back a few glasses of water. Throughout our conversation about nothing and everything, I kept glancing and staring at her. I noticed how the sweat ran from her forehead and dripped from her chin. Her chest rose and fell so fluently to a musical rhythm that swayed me. Looking at her I was getting so aroused and we continued to talk. My lust was getting harder to contain. I became lost in the thoughts of using my hands to explore her body and drowning out her voice, that I didn't notice that I had moved mere inches from her face. We were damn near in a lip lock when I came to, and was staring down into her eyes as she was staring up into mine. I could have looked like a lost puppy but her pupils were dancing in a forbidding way. I reached to grab her and she placed her hands on my neck as though to pull me in, but I abruptly stopped. "I need a shower." Turning her head away and in a low voice: "Make it a cold one!" In the bathroom I turned the shower to full blast ice cold and hopped in. Boy, did I need this cooling off. With my head down and the water hitting me hard, the lighting in the room changed as the door opened. "The water is already cold so you can't shock me this time!" But I was shock anyway, but this time it was by her hands touching my back. I made a slight jump and instantly relaxed. My body shielded the water from hitting her. I turned around to see the most magnificent thing possible, Sam standing before me naked. I was frozen stiff by the sight, mouth wide open. She playfully closed my mouth and pushed me against the wall under the showerhead. To me, the water seemed to warm rather quickly but the realism of the water temperature came back when it flowed over me and hit her flesh. It was so cold it made her jump and shudder, causing her to pull herself into me. There were we stood chest to chest, with her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her, and asked her "What's wrong, what's going on?" Barely over the sound of the shower, she answered, "I won, so I get treated to something I've been wanting for a long time, and it's very much overdue." I don't know what was wrong with me. I was having a dumb moment, but I was puzzled. Sam placed both her hands on my neck. "I've been wanting this for a long time, I have never stopped thinking about you." And she placed her lips on mine. I must have blacked out or saw stars or something, but my mind was racing. At that moment all I could do was squeeze her tighter and part her lips with my tongue. One of my arms slid down to her lower back and my other hand grabbed her thigh, lifted it and wrapped it around me. Our tongues touched, crossed and mingled together. As I parted our mouths, but bit down gently on her bottom lip, which seemed to weakened her a bit more. I softly pushed back and adjusted to water to warm. I grabbed the soap and lathered my hands. Turning her and putting her in the water as I stood behind her, I began a slow and sensual type massage. I let my hands start at her neck, twisting and squeezing, sometimes gentle, sometimes firm, down over her shoulders to her lower back. The difference of pressures got different reactions from her body. She would arch and bow her back, readjust her legs, take a couple deep breaths. I didn't try to, but I think I spent extra time on her ass. It was a lot of ground to cover. I was now a kid in a candy shop. I pulled my chest to her back and reached my arms around her and rubbed her stomach. She was firm, but still ladylike. Upward with my hand between her breasts, I cupped them, massaged them, and kneaded them. She laid her head back, and I whispered in her ear, "You won so I will treat you" as I pinched, rolled, and tweaked her hardening nipples. I let my tongue pull her earlobe into my mouth, and I alternated between sucking and kissing her upper neck. I felt her knees give way, but I holding her, it was no way I was about to let her go. Giving her a second to regain her composure, I turned her, pushed her to the wall, and dropped to one knee. With my hands still on her breasts, I gave them one final firm tug, which made her let out a deep sigh. With slight pressure, my hands ran down her sides, waists, and hips. Being on one knee, my face was so close to her womanhood. I could see her wetness through the shower water. I could smell her, her scent was strong, and she smelled like sweetened honey. It took all of me to keep from tasting her right then and there. My hands rested on her thighs, as she moved her body enough to let the water rinse the soap away. I massaged each thigh one at a time with both hands. Her body was loose, relaxed. She was turning to putty in my hands. I was quite the opposite. My dick was hard, so hard I was throbbing. I had swelled to my limits, which was about 8-8 ½ inches long and somewhere between 2-2 ½ inches wide. I wanted to bury all of me into her as deeply as I possibly could. And I knew I was going to get the chance to. As the water wiped the soap away I placed my head and face on her stomach, continuing to take in her aroma. I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed off the water, stood and cuffed her bountiful ass, pressed my lips hard into hers. I lifted her, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. Our tongues playfully wrestled as I carried out of the shower. Out of the bathroom, the cool bedroom caused us to stiffen a bit, but the warmth of our bodies quickly loosened us. Still walking and kissing, I went straight for the queen sized bed. I lay Sam down as gently as possible, despite us still being wet, but my animal prowess was starting to take over and lust was pouring from her pores. Her eyes glowed sex and her mouth seemed to utter to me for me to take her. On her back, I explored and played with her like a child with a new toy. I had to kiss her again. I let our lips touch, and a surge shot through me. I knew I was going to make this special. I raised and kissed her forehead slowly, letting my lips linger. I rubbed her jaw line with my hand and cheek with my thumb. I sucked her lips one at a time, licked down her neck, kissed her collarbone, all the while holding her breasts. Holding her left tit, I kissed and licked the top, the bottom, the sides, all over except the nipple, and moved to the right. I blew the nipples to cool them, to harden them even more. Lightly between my teeth, I teased them to complete hardness. Her quarter-sized areolas enjoyed the attention. Her moans became lower, deeper and sexier. Sam was rubbing, squeezing, pushing and pulling my head. Her body was settling into the bed. My hardened mass was rubbing against her leg. Suddenly I bit hard into one of her fleshy globes for a reaction, and what a reaction I got. She let out a throated high pitched scream that explained her ecstasy. I positioned myself between her legs and could feel her juices on my stomach. The warmth sunk into me. Like an adventurer, I carved a trail down her belly with my tongue, circling her navel. At the same time, I was pushing her thighs apart to get into better position. I had to taste her chocolate thighs. I kissed and nibbled the top of one thigh as I squeezed the other, alternating back and forth. I had special kisses for the creases of her pelvis, they were light and tickling. And again her moans echoed in my head, urging me to continue. I placed one of Sam's legs over my shoulder to better access her thighs. My tongue and lips left no part of the side and bottom of her thighs untouched. I kissed behind her knees, making her melt further. I had heard that was a sensitive spot but I never really knew. I licked down her face, to hold one of her feet in front of my face. With the broad of my tongue, I licked from heel to ball. She squealed and her back rose off the bed. I put my hand to her pussy, to feel the heat and moisture. I could nearly scoop up her secretions. I rubbed a finger across her slit, I needed a taste. It was the most bittersweet nectar I ever had. As I licked up the other foot, tongued her smaller toes and sucked the big one, Sam tried to scoot away, but I forcefully held her in place. I had to smirk, when I looked at her face and saw her biting her bottom lip. I worked my way back up her legs, until I reached her diamond. I hovered over her wet shiny lips. I took a deep breath and let it flow out my mouth and onto her pussy. That's all it took. She erupted. Her body spasmed. Her back bowed. Her eyes rolled. She pulled at the sheets as she roared in bliss. In one swift move, she grabbed my head and plowed it into her pussy, making me tongue her. I didn't mind, I kind of enjoyed her taking a little control. I slurped at her inner walls, nosing and tonguing her clit, prolonging her orgasm. Using my hands to massage her thighs at the same time, beautiful music flowed from her lips. She was singing forcefully the sweetest notes I ever heard. I sucked her juices as though to quench a thirst. I spread her lips wider to get deeper. My face was covered in her cum. As her orgasmic dancing came to an end, she pulled my face to hers, and kissed me deeply. We both came to our knees, our tongues in a frenzy and war. The temperature in the room felt ten degrees hotter. She laid me back propped against the headboard. Sam's foreplay was nowhere as thorough as mine, but that didn't bother me. It was supposed to be about her anyway. She hurriedly kissed down my neck and chest, a quick licking of my stomach. She grabbed my already hard dick and shoved it down her throat. The warmth of her mouth soothed the ache of my manhood. The broad of her tongue stroked the shaft. Sam rubbed her clit, causing her to moan with me in her mouth. The vibrations sent sensations through me like jolts of energy. Sam clamped her lips on my head and sucked hard. She bobbed her head up and down, letting her drool run from her mouth down my dick. Using the spit as lube, she stroked my dick fast and furious. Her other hand tugged at my balls, as she removed her mouth from my dick to lick at them. Her movements were rushed, but were still pleasurable. She was pushing all the right buttons, pushing me to my point. Swiftly her mouth was back on my dick, and her lips touched the base of my shaft. I was getting close, I was about to climax. I wasn't ready. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, and locked lips with her again. I switched places with her, keeping her on her knees. On my knees behinds her, I bent over her and bit her neck right below her ear. I slapped her ass and she let out a small whimper. I licked down her spine from top to bottom. I spread her ass cheeks, revealing her forbidden rose. I couldn't help myself, I licked and Sam squealed in pleasure. I circled, poked at her asshole. She tried to squirm away, but she was already at the headboard. That was my cue. I chased behind her, pinning her chest to the headboard and wall. I grabbed a handful of hair and pull enough to make her arch her back. Remembering her whimper, I slapped her ass again. Without hesitation I took hold of my dick and lined it up with her slot. I had to ask her, "Is this what you've been waiting on?" Showers I could feel his cock slide past my naked ass every time he moved by. Yes the showers were small and crowded but he had plenty of room to walk by without touching me. We were usually the last two in there since we always did extra laps after practice. He already had an erection as soon as we walked into the shower. I was bigger than he was and could have pulverized him but somehow decided to allow him his small thrill. We were very different guys, I Iooked like a swimmer, was six two with red hair. He was five eight and had black hair. He looked like a gymnast with wide shoulders and a muscular build. We were both on our college varsity lacrosse team. Then came the day I hurt my back and he volunteered to rub it down while we were in the shower. All the time he worked on my back I felt his cock travel up and down the crack of my ass. If there was a time to stop the nonsense that was the time, but again I allowed it. From then on each day he volunteered to rub my back and ran his cock over the crack of my ass. Then came my big mistake. Well maybe it wasn't a mistake, maybe I wanted it. What I did was lean over with my hands on the wall. I could feel his excitement. I could feel his cock begin to try to slip into my ass. I felt his cum before he managed. He groaned and rinsed my ass of cum but he did slide a finger in me before he stepped back. As usual I pretended nothing unusual had happened. We went to an away meet. We normally roomed together in a motel. On trips we took turns into the shower but he got in it with me that time. I did not object. There was no room for both us and allow me to lean against the wall so he want back to just rubbing his cock on my ass. He did slide a finger in me for a while. Again I pretended nothing unusual had happened. Maybe by then it was not unusual anymore. We made it through the prelims that day and went to dinner with the coaches and the team. There were just nineteen of us and we traveled in two passenger vans. Back at the room we did our now normal shower routine and went to bed. We were now going to bed nude. I awoke when I felt him straddle my legs. He was giving me a rubdown, he was using an oil. I felt the oil go onto the crack of my ass then felt his hands rub it in. Then I felt his cock slowly push itself into my ass. He was all the way in before he ejaculated. He moaned in disappointment and in ecstasy. I ignored both but almost moaned in disappointment when he withdrew from my ass. Of course we both knew I was going to let him fuck me. What I didn't know was he wanted me to fuck him. After he withdrew he slid in bed next to me and handed me the lubricant. I sat up and filled his ass with oil and fingerfucked him before straddling him and slowly sank my cock into his ass. I managed five strokes before my own disappointed ecstasy mimicked his. I did leave my cock in his ass until it retreated on its own. I slid to his side and he kissed my lips. "I love you," he said. We went to sleep on my bed. The next morning I awoke as he was sliding his cock into my ass. He was able to take perhaps six strokes before I felt his cum in me for the second time. That morning he kept his cock in me until it slid out. The coach knocked on our door and we yelled we were up. Well I was, I had an erection. He decided to suck me off and I filled his mouth in less than two minutes. He kissed me and I tasted cum for the first time. It was not pleasant but it was exciting. We dressed and grabbed our bags and went to breakfast with the team. Apparently others guessed a change in our relationship. One teammate asked us if we had fucked. We nodded yes. His bright smile told us he approved and he told his partner who gifted us with his own bright smile. We were the last two dominoes standing on our team. All the others allowed us to see their relationships from then on. The entire team and both coaches were gay. We lost the next match and were eliminated. We decided it was too late to drive back to school so we stayed another night. That evening after dinner we simply got on my bed and fucked each other. We lasted much longer that evening and managed a round two before going to sleep. The following morning everyone in our van had a hand on another's cock on the ride back. One took his seat mates cock out and sucked him off right there while we and the coach watched. Our assistant coach was driving and our team captain was slowly masturbating him. None saw any need to be reserved so we all soon had our cocks out and a hand on our cocks. I ended up with our coach's cock in mine. I was happy to give him a nice cum. He was happy enough to kiss my lips. Back at school I took my new lover to my apartment and we fucked then went to his dorm room and moved him in with me. We have been lovers ever since. We host the occasional gay orgy and I have since had other cocks in my ass but his remains my favorite, it feels like it is home.