Hot Moments on a Cool Night
5:15pm
Hot water streamed over the two young male bodies. The water and steam obscured their view of each other, but Tommy respected Kevin's preferences by keeping his tail end towards his friend as much as possible. In fact, better than that, he augmented Kevin's view by stooping, flexing, giving as much of a butt show as an extremely fit and imaginative boy with a smooth tight ass could! BOTH Kevin and Tommy just couldn't seem to get ENOUGH of soaping themselves especially their harder than hard _c_o_c_k_s! They were horny beyond belief when they got INTO the shower, hornier still stepping out.
Both guys dried off - well, more or less. Tommy looked into Kevin's eyes, seeking permission to take the moment a little further, in a direction that would not be acceptable to his friend were his _c_o_c_k_ not bobbing so noticeably up and down, up and down. Kevin opened his arms for a hug, pretty much expecting what happened: that it was a different kind of hug, his arms around his friend's body, his friend holding each of their _c_o_c_k_s, one per hand.
The pre-cum was sufficient and both guys were _d_a_m_n_ed near the breaking point. Kevin closed his eyes and rubbed his hands in firm circles on Tommy's perfect buns, pressing the flesh, feeling the spongey resistance. It took less than a minute and he shot his cum onto the tile floor. Holding the hug, Tommy also finished himself off within a couple of seconds. Ahhh - it was warm in the bathroom. Warmer than a thermometer would tell.
5:26pm
James Etting half trotted from his car to the door of the apartment building where he lived. Once his apartment door was unlocked and open, he slid inside, shutting the door with his back, leaning against it. Finally, he was alone with his confusion, confusion coupled with restored lust.
The memory of spanking Tommy was as fresh and vivid as if the fine butt of the boy were right there in the apartment, relaxed, open, shapely, ATTRACTIVE! God! It WAS attractive to him!
James had always half known his own _s_e_x_ual interests - but only half. Now they were confirmed. Dropping his briefcase by the door, he walked quickly into his bedroom, hands undoing his belt, opening the clasp at the waist of the brown corduroys, unzipping them and leaving them lay on the floor, as he climbed onto his bed, his belt still in his hand.
Already his _c_o_c_k_ was bunched up with a furious need, a lonely straining expression of his desire. On his hands and knees, head lowered like an animal with a broken spirit, James began whipping himself with his doubled-up belt. His fine little backside, under the tight white briefs, was heating up with the self-administered spanking, and the heat was spreading, visible in his engorged _c_o_c_k_ peeking out the waistband of the underwear.
He rose to his knees as fast as he could and jerked the underpants down to just above his knees, then dropped to the position in which he began and resumed giving himself swats with the belt. James' breathing was heavy, slow, deep now. His face was flushed. His _c_o_c_k_ was banging his belly.
Finally - his mind full of images of Tommy's big round muscular ass - James grabbed a pillow, placed it under his midsection and dropped onto it, grinding his hips in a simulated _s_e_x_ual act. In his mind - and to his own surprise - this motion translated into _f_u_c_k_ing Tommy Carson's butt. It was not long before James' pillow case was very much in need of laundering.
6:45pm
Greg Springer waited. It had been - how long? He didn't know. Seemed like at least an hour. He remained in position, legs spread, a big oiled buttplug up his ass, on the bed he shared every night with Todd Frank. His _c_o_c_k_ had lost a bit of its flaming rigidity but was still thick, hanging fat between his spread legs. Finally to his relief he heard Todd's car coming up the drive. Greg's _c_o_c_k_ began responding immediately.
Todd took the steps two at a time. Throughout dinner, he had grown increasingly excited at the thought of his lover, waiting there on the bed, filled with the plug HE had inserted, waiting for HIM to make something else to happen, implements of punishment for HIS use nearby. Once he entered the house, Todd's _c_o_c_k_ also was quick to respond to his thoughts, thickening, hardening, lengthening, readying.
He stopped in the doorway. Ah, the sight, the sight of the real thing, Greg there opened and prepared by HIM, was even more beautiful and exciting than the thought had been. He filled with an emotion, love really, responding to the beauty of Springer's body, the kindness he knew his friend to have in his heart and the bond so firmly formed between them by these exercises in trust and release.
Still fully clothed, he stood by the side of the bed. His hand made circles on Greg's firm buttocks. Then Todd gently and slowly extracted the buttplug. Greg groaned in pleasure, a sound clearly recognizable in spite of the necktie with which he was gagged.
Todd would have to dispense with the symbolic punishment quickly. His _c_o_c_k_ was wetting his pants.
He picked up the hair brush. First he used the bristles, to prepare the flesh under his control, petting, stroking Greg's ass with the brush. The prickly sensations created by the brush only excited Greg more. He lowered the small of his back slightly and pushed his butt back. "More! I want more!" it seemed to say.
Todd spun the brush around in his hand, raised it and brought it back without restraint. Greg's body jerked under the force of the blow. His buttocks took the blow, coloring and immediately springing back into the muscled configuration Todd so enjoyed. To steady his friend, Todd took Greg's _c_o_c_k_ in his hand and gripped it tightly. Several more blows, and neither man could hold back much longer.
Todd dropped the brush, unzipped his pants, fishing his bloated _c_o_c_k_ out through the y-front of his briefs, all as he climbed onto the bed. Greg's hole was still slick from the coated buttplug. Todd's fat _c_o_c_k_ slipped right in and soon enough he warmed Greg's bowel with several thick spurts of cum.
Greg fell forward, hips grinding. Todd used both hands to flip his friend over, and dropped his lips onto Greg's dick. The first spurt of Springer spunk came soon thereafter.
10:00pm
Neil Taylor climbed into his bed alone. He wore pajamas made of fuzzy blue material. He looked like a giant child, his balding head only adding to the image. He pulled the sheet and blanket up to his chin. It had grown chilly in his room, with the window open! And then he lay, eyes wide open, in the dark.