Synopsis: This story is a follow-up to “Life of James – Chapter 1”, in which two male college friends were forced to share a bed following a late-night party and ended up experimenting with oral sex and sixty-nine. This continuation involving the continued experimentation of James and John as they move into the shower together and begin to experiment with anal play and more . . .
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So far, this had been one of the most enjoyable, and by far the strangest, night of my entire life. My friend Jason had thrown a party and, long after the festivities had died down, I’d needed a bed to sleep in for the night. As it turned out, the only available bed was Jason’s parents’ bed, under the condition that I was willing to share it with my friend John. He agreed. I agreed, and we settled down for a long winter’s nap.
That was when the conversation started, beginning on mundane subjects, moving on to sex, until I awkwardly broached the subjects of John’s penis – and how big I’d heard it was. In a moment of bravery, John asked if I wanted to see it, and I agreed. Out came the biggest dick I’d ever seen. Well, you can imagine how it went from there. Talking lead to showing, showing led to touching, touching led to handjobs, handjobs led to blowjobs, blowjobs led to sixty-nine . . .
And here we were. After a nervous hour of sexual experimentation, the two of us were in Jason’s parents’ bathroom, stripped completely, waiting for the shower water to warm up. I had my arm around his shoulders and we were smiling together into the mirror, like two friends posing for a picture after graduation, but with our cocks hanging out instead of tassles on our caps.
“So you’ve really never done anything like this before?” he asked, still looking at us in the mirror.
“Nope,” I said. “Never.”
“I don’t believe you,” said John. “You’re too damn good. You must have experience.”
“Speak for yourself, man,” I said, chuckling. “Why should I believe you’ve never done this before?”
“You’ve got a point,” he said.
I reached down and began to stroke John’s cock with my free hand. He hissed a breath as I began to stroke him and soon, he was reaching for my cock as well. We stood together for a minute, practically hugging, as we jerked one another off, hearing the sound of falling water behind us. My mind was still having trouble processing it. An hour and a half ago, I’d be a normal, heterosexual guy who was forced by circumstance to share a bed with his normal, heterosexual friend. Now I was giving my friend a handjob and my biggest concern was how long it would be before his cock was in my mouth instead of my hand.
“I’m gonna check the water,” he breathed.
“Alright,” I answered, in an equal whisper.
John broke away from me and walked towards the shower. He opened the sliding glass door and leaned in to feel the water, testing its warmth. As he bent over, his firm, slightly hairy butt was pointed right at me. I reached out and began to caress it as he leaned over, rubbing my hand up and down his right cheek and then giving it a small squeeze. John stood up and turned to face me.
“What’s with you and my ass?” he asked, smiling.
“It’s cute,” I said.
“Let me feel yours,” he asked, and I nodded, turning around and putting both hands on the rim of the sink, bending slightly.
John came and stood behind me. He put his hands on my back and ran his warm fingers down my spine, sending a tingle through my skin, until his hands finally reached my ass. His strong, powerful hands squeezed both of my cheeks, kneading them like dough for a few seconds. It felt wonderful, having rough male hands groping my body.
I turned around in John’s arms and closed my eyes, reaching around his waist to fondle his ass as he fondled mine. Our tongues mingled in our mouths as our dicks rubbed together and we squeezed, pulled, and rubbed one another’s buttcheeks. Overwhelmed with gay desire, I pulled him towards me, grinding my cock up and down against his, forcing my tongue deeper into his mouth. I don’t know how long we kissed, but our bodies were soon glistening from the steam filling the bathroom. Our kiss broke and we looked fondly into one another’s eyes.
“Let’s get wet,” he said.
“You already are,” I said, touching the wet spot of cum in his pubic hair.
He chuckled. “Come on. Ladies first.”
I gave a look of mock indignation and turned towards the shower. John gave my ass a playful slap and I stepped under the hot stream of water, making room for my new fuck buddy. He stepped in after me and shut the door. The cubicle was warm and filled with hot steam. Before I knew it, John and I were on one another again, kissing, rubbing, and caressing.
-5-
After a few moments of getting re-acquainted, John and I set about to washing one another clean with soap, rinsing ourselves clean of semen and sweat. We helped one another wash our hair, joking about how girly it was, then reminding one another that having sex with men was girly too. We both laughed.
Then I took the bar of soap in my hand and knelt down in front of John, so his eight inch cock was hanging down half a foot from my face. I began to kiss the veiny shaft as I rubbed the bar of soap between my hands, until there was a large build-up of lather. I gave the tip of his dick one last, short suckle and drew my face away.
I pressed my lather-covered hands against his scrotum and began rubbing his sack until it was covered with a rich, white lather. He turned around, presenting his butt to me, and I rubbed my hands in concentric circles over the two white, slightly-hairy globes of his ass. The water from the shower rolled down his spine and through his asscrack. Feeling brave, I slid my hand between his cheeks and soaped up the dark crevice. I spread his cheeks and allowed the water to wash away the suds, leaving a clean, brown hole. I rinsed his cock and his balls once he had turned to face me again.
Once it was done, John silently took my face in his hands and pulled me to my feet. He looked me in the eyes and gave me a sweet, soft kiss. We smiled at one another and he gave me a tiny bop on the nose with his finger.
“Turn around,” he said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Please?”
Unaware of what he had in mind, but unbearable curious, I turned around and placed my palms against the shower wall, half-way between the faucets and the showerhead.
As the steam surrounded me and the hot water coursed down my back, I felt John’s hands on my shoulders, massaging them. I leaned back, turning my head and closing my eyes, opening my lips slightly for a kiss, which he gave me eagerly. The kiss broke and I leaned forward, bracing myself with my hands against the tiles.
