Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 21:47:55 EST
From: Keybedder@aol.com
Subject: A Lot in Common Underneath, Part 2

A LOT IN COMMON UNDERNEATH, PART TWO: THE NEXT NIGHT by K. Nitsua.
Copyright 2005 by the author.

I woke up before the alarm went off the next morning. It was seven o'clock
and dim light was filtering into the room from the window.

I looked over at Ethan's bed. He was still asleep, lying on his side facing
away from me. I lay there a few minutes looking at him, listening to his
breathing. I thought about what had happened late last night, and hoped it
hadn't been a dream.

We had another day of presentations and meetings ahead of us. There wasn't
any time to dwell on last night's after-hours activity--I had to start the
day. I threw back the covers and padded to the bathroom.

When I came out of the bathroom, naked of course, Ethan was just getting
out of bed. That was when I was sure that last night hadn't been a
dream. He was still wearing my jock, and looked damn hot in it.

He smiled, still sleepy-eyed, when he saw me. "Morning," was all he said.

I couldn't think of anything better to say than, "How you doing?"

He got up and came toward me, and my heart almost stopped. "Just great,"
Ethan replied. He brushed past me on the way to the shower, close enough so
I could feel the warmth of his body, putting his hand on my bare
stomach. There was a familiarity about his touch that let me know he
remembered last night too. A great happiness rose up in me, and something
else rose as well. I had to remind myself sternly that right now was no
time for fooling around.

"Don't take too long in the shower," I called out, trying to keep my voice
casual. "We've got to get moving."

Ethan stuck his head out the bathroom door. "Yes, Mom," he said. "Make sure
and put on some clean underwear, you hear?"

"Have to, you've got mine."

He grinned. "That's right, and I'm keeping it." He disappeared inside, and
I started hunting for something to keep my hard-on in check.

The day was uneventful, though intensive. Late in the afternoon we finally
closed the deal we were after. When Ethan and I got out of the last meeting
we gave each other the high five and went to dinner, wrung out but happy.

When we got back to our room it was after ten and we were more than a
little drunk. As soon as the door closed behind us Ethan gave me a look
that said "What now?" I hesitated, suddenly nervous, but my friend didn't
seem to have similar thoughts. He took off his suit jacket and the rest of
his clothes, calmly peeling down to his jock, or rather, my jock. He saw me
looking at him.

"I wore it all day. Maybe it brought us luck."

"Maybe," I said. There was a silence.

"So," Ethan said, "What did you have on today?"

I shrugged and started to take off my clothes. Just to tease him a little I
kept my necktie knotted around my neck when I shed my shirt. Soon I was
naked except for the tie and my underwear of the day, a swimmer jock with a
stretchy, almost transparent pouch. Ethan took it all in and nodded,
approving.

"Very nice." He came toward me and my heart started to beat fast. Up close
I felt his body heat, caught a discreet whiff of cologne mixed with his man
scent.

Ethan reached out and pulled at the waistband of my jock, looking down at
the contents of the pouch. He met my eyes and smiled. "Guess tonight it's
my turn."

I was floored. I hadn't expected any reciprocation from him. "You really
want to?" I asked, like a fool.

In reply he knelt, peeling the strap down my thighs until my hard cock
jutted free. Before I knew it he had it in his mouth and I was gasping with
pleasure. Ethan sucked fast and hard, and he knew how to use his tongue. It
was obvious he had done this before. I resolved to find out just what my
married friend's story was--afterward.

In just moments he had me at the edge of cumming. I didn't want this to end
so quickly. I pulled him to his feet and sank to my knees, burying my face
in the moist, fragrant pouch of my jock that he had worn all day. The
thought of his hairy, cut meat and heavy, full balls being where my
equipment had also been kept my cock hard as a rock as I licked and sucked
his cock through the rough fabric, soaking it with my spit. Ethan ran his
hands through my hair, moaning softly.

"Aw, suck me for real, buddy."

I pulled aside the pouch and his cock sprang out, fully hard. I licked the
head clean of his precum before I took it and his veiny shaft down my
throat, pausing in my labors only to wash his balls, and once to stop and
pick a pubic hair out from between my teeth. Ethan chuckled.

"I really ought to shave. Dore complains about it."

"Don't you dare," I said, before diving in again. Soon Ethan pulled back
and out of my eager mouth.

"Hold on just a minute. I don't want to blow."

I nodded. "Turn around," I said. I wanted a taste of something I hadn't
gotten last night. He obeyed. I nearly blew my own load right then as his
buns came into view, framed at the top by the jock waistband and at the
bottom by the elastic leg straps, a hairy, muscular triangle divided in two
by the cleft between his cheeks.

I slipped my hands underneath the straps and grabbed a handful of butt in
each hand, pulling his cheeks apart until the prize I'd caught a glimpse of
last night was visible in all its glory. I started slow, licking at the top
near the waistband, gradually working my way down into the hairy, funky
crevice until my tongue touched the soft smoothness of his asshole. As I
let it flicker around and into the opening Ethan moaned again.

"Oh, yeah, buddy, feels good."

He shoved himself back at my face so that I almost fell over backward. I
plastered myself to his ass and ate out his hole for all I was worth. The
wet smacking noises of my rimming mingled with his groans and
whimpers. Ethan was crazed with lust. I knew that if I turned him around
and deep-throated him again it would all be over. As much as I would have
liked his hot load pouring down my throat, I wanted even more, so finally I
pulled back from his butt, my face slimy with spit.

"Up on the bed."

Ethan obeyed eagerly, clambering onto the mattress and flopping over onto
his back. I went to the bathroom and returned with a square foil-wrapped
package and a plastic tube. I'd stashed them in my toilet kit, just in
case, and I was glad I had.

He looked worried when he saw the condom and lube.

"Man, I don't know if I can do that-"

I realized what he was thinking, and laughed. "Don't worry. I won't make
you-this time." I climbed up on the bed and pulled my strap off of him in
one motion, taking a long heady whiff from the pouch before I tossed it
across the room. "The rubber's for you."

I got rid of my own jock, which was soaking wet by now, before I hooded his
rod and greased him up. Then I squatted over his body, grabbing his
shoulder to steady myself with one hand while I guided his cock to my
asshole with the other. Slowly I let my weight down, feeling the blunt head
pushing at my back door. Suddenly I yelped with pain as his cock broke
through my resisting ring and slid inside. It had been a while since I'd
been fucked and I could feel it.

"You okay, Mike?"

I managed to smiled and nod. "Yeah, just give me a minute." I screwed my
eyes shut and took quick breaths, willing myself to relax. My thigh muscles
were tiring and it wasn't going to be long. In another minute I raised my
head, letting out another cry of mingled pain and pleasure as I sank down
onto his pubic bone, taking all of his sizable length into me.

"Aw Jesus," Ethan said.

"You okay, buddy?"

He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "Are you kidding? I've never felt
anything like it. Damn, it's so sweet."

I smiled. "The pleasure's all mine, believe me." I started to slide up and
down on his rod, leaning back so that it bumped my prostate on every
stroke. I watched Ethan's face. He tossed his head from side to side as the
new sensations flooded through him, occasionally muttering softly.

I continued to ride him, squeezing my ass muscles around his cock, now and
then grinding my hips for variety. My own cock was hard as steel, despite
the fact I hadn't touched it for minutes. There was no sound in the room
except for our pants and groans.

Suddenly Ethan sat up so that his face was only inches from mine, his hot
breath bathing my face. He slung his arms over my shoulders. His eyes were
wide and dark with emotion.

"Mike, this is fantastic. I never thought I could feel like this."

I put my arms around him and leaned forward to kiss him, but he let me only
have a quick peck on the lips before he hugged me hard instead. I felt a
fleeting disappointment, then put the feeling aside. What he had already
given me tonight was beyond my wildest dreams. I leaned back, taking him
down with me, until I was doubled underneath him on the mattress, my calves
over his shoulders.

"Finish me off," I whispered to him. "Fuck me just as hard as you can. Give
the queer the pounding he deserves."

Ethan grinned. "You asked for it," he said. His hips swung into
overdrive. In a moment the bed was shaking and squeaking and I was grunting
every time he slammed into me. "You like that, queer boy?"

I didn't mind the slur one bit, in fact I egged him on. "Fuck me harder. I
can take anything you can dish out, asshole. That the best you can do,
straight guy?"

In reply he fucked me even harder. "Take that, bitch. How do you like that?
And that? And that?"

I was stroking my cock for all I was worth. Soon I felt the sperm rising in
my balls and abandoned myself to the coming explosion.

"That's it, fuck this bitch. Yeah, yeah, yeah...Oh yeah!"

A flash exploded in my brain, blinding me as jets of white cum flew from
the bursting head of my cock and spattered over my heaving chest and
stomach. Dimly I heard Ethan's wordless shouts and knew he must be dumping
his load into the rubber buried in my ass. My arms clamped him in a
viselike embrace as we rode out our simultaneous orgasms in a heaving,
groaning tangle of sweaty, hairy masculine flesh.

Finally we relaxed our grip on each other, though our bodies stayed
joined. I fell back onto the bed and Ethan straightened up. A slight smile
played on his face as he looked down at me.

"You're going to have to get that thing cleaned."

I still had my necktie on. It was dotted with dark splotches of cum.

"Guess so."

"You sure got a mouth on you, Mike."

I grinned. "Worked, didn't it?"

"Sure did. Can't remember when I came like that." Slowly Ethan pulled out
of me, drawing a groan as his cock popped out of my spent hole. The rubber
ballooned with his white cum. I couldn't resist the sight, and said, "Let
me."

I peeled the condom off his softening cock, raised my head and turned it
inside out over my open mouth, letting Ethan's load drip down my throat. I
swallowed it, dropped the condom on the floor and turned to look at him. He
was taking in the scene with a half fascinated, half appalled expression on
his face.

"What can I say, I love eating your cum," I told him.

He shook his head. "I've never done that," he said.

I saw the opening and pounced. "But you've sucked cock, haven't you?"

Ethan stared. He opened his mouth, hesitated, then nodded.

"I figured you had," I said to him later, after we had gotten ourselves
cleaned up. We were lying in bed, our arms loosely around each other. "You
were just too good at giving head. You had to have done it before."

Ethan stared at the ceiling, remembering. "In college I had some
experiences with guys. Had a roommate who I found out was bi. I enjoyed
it. But I gave that all up when I got married. Never felt the urge to try
it again-until you came along."

I looked him in the eye. "So are you cool with it? We've still got to go
back and work together, Ethan. I don't want this to screw us up."

He thought for a while. "I think so. As long as we keep it discreet."

I nodded. "What went on here stays here. No one will hear a word about this
from me, ever. And I won't ask you for anything other than what you're
prepared to give."

He relaxed a little more. "Thanks, Mike. I appreciate that." Then he
smiled. "So do I still get to keep your jockstrap till the next time?"

My heart leaped. So Ethan was saying there would be a next time. "Damn
straight. Sorry, poor choice of words," I said as he hooted with laughter.

"Well," Ethan said as we settled down to go to sleep, "I'd say this has
been a good trip."

I caught a glimpse of two jockstraps on the hotel room floor, the Bike
no. 10 he'd been wearing that day and the fashion jock I'd put on. "So
would I." I turned out the light. In moments Ethan was asleep. The last
thing I heard before I drifted off myself was his peaceful, even
breathing. The last thing I felt was the warmth of his big body next to
mine.

TO BE CONTINUED