Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 20:58:23 +0000 From: TCHASE MCPHEE Subject: ?LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre? 03 % This work of fiction is set in the format of reality. Any resemblances to real people, alive or in the hereafter, is entirely coincidental in nature. It is not meant to accurately reflect upon persons of habitats, governmental or non-governmental areas, secret rooms or dungeons. % If sexual scenes involving male-to-male relationships offends you, then why are you here? Seriously, if dude-to-dude sex stuff makes you wanna barf or is gonna screw up your mind, you should not read this story. % States and countries have various rules regarding reading or viewing `adult material'. It is up to you, the reader, to research this subject, abiding by their own laws and conscience. The pages of this story contain `adult material', intended for an `adult audience.' Bypass this warning at your own risk! % Sexual safety matters. Guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection and I don't mean going out and hiring a security guard...unless he gives your nuts and bolt a jolt. Hey dudes, if you have enjoyed reading NiFTy stories as much as I have over the years, consider adding some $upport for `internet $pace' or else I will have to start cutting handsome, hairy or steamy characters out of my stories. Do you dare imagine a story without any tops? http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ^o^ Before you read this steamy story, take note; it could make you stiff or gooey. I would suggest not reading it in a public place, unless you like people staring at the wet blotch between your legs...just sayin'! :) % "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" 03 WriTten by T. Chase McPhee ^ 0 ^ % What started out as a shower, the two facing each other, eventually led to other things. Austin could not have done it on his own. Reduced to now the lamb, following the master. He went along with everything, a result of thinking maybe truly he could trust someone in this life. Though, he did reflect back on his shrink sessions. Perhaps he would have dreamed on about the first session with Doc Hadad, or even the first date with Rick, but those were fantasies. Feeling warm water falling over his shoulders, streaming down his skin, it was not the only perception, of wiping off the old and getting with the new. Precisely why he was allowing Conor to `take advantage', take the helm and sail him into a life he's never come to know. "Wait!" Austin says, his eyes guided by Conor sinking into a squat. "What?" Conor play dumb, shooting up from the kinked knees. Not which he was stoopid, just unaware of reality, versus what his mind thought up, under the pressure of loaded balls, "You weren't going to give me a blowjob, were you?" Smiling, a little tinge of evil in his soul, Conor retorts, "Great bro," he awards, "you know what a blowjob is!" "Of course I do," Austin gets adamant on his bud, "I wasn't born yesterday!" This was great. Off to the side of the action, since he let it go by the wayside, Austin using his own quoted phrase. Someday the option would arise, hitting him back with the `born yesterday', "By the way it looks between your legs, I didn't think so, bro?" "Okay," is all Austin could think of, but after a pause of silence, "so, what are you going to do?" All this time, whether Austin realized it or not, both Conor's hands, on the hips, had been massaging water up and down the flanks of his bud's abs and pecs, "Finish what we started?" "We? Like, I'm not really doing anything?" "I know, but let me do my thing and I'm sure you will find a way to get involved!" Austin did pan the internet, but mostly, being a momma's boy about it, adhered to his mom's wishes, using the computer responsibly. He did confide in Conor, about one of his surfing adventures, "I did read once, this story, where these two guys get it on in the tub, you know?" While Austin bit a lip, Conor smiles, saying, "Oh yeah? Wanna share it with me? Maybe we can find some common ground!" "I only read part of it." "Did it get you raging?" "Raging?" "Hard-on, you know, stiff?" "Oh," Austin did manage to break a smile, "yeah, it told in the story how the dude had a stiffie." "Close enough. Say, instead of you telling me someone else's story, we create our own little script?" After gulping, Austin says, "I dunno." Feeling a tenseness, Conor's hands still doing the massage dance, figured his bug was ready for a new chapter in his life, "Well, how about I do whatever I want, and if there's something you don't like..." Conor didn't know whether he should venture into new territory just yet, but felt this would not scare Austin away, "all you have to do is say, `mercy'." "Mercy? Why would I want to say that?" Thinking he was loosening Austin up, Conor sees the fright on Austin's face, "Okay. Skip `mercy', just say, `stop'." That sounded more friendly, Austin going with it. Conor then thought, they could waste a lot of water, standing around and talking semantics. Instead he got right to it. Instead of sinking into a squat, he kneels on one knee. Austin gulped again, taking some extra water down his windpipe, followed by coughing violently. A little frustrated, Conor's head dropped back, in failure of his attempted intention, which was to at least show Austin he was a `friend' when it came to man-sex, a kiss on his dickhead. "What now?" he looks up, into Austin's eyes. "We should get out and dry off." Good thing Austin's hand was on the handle of the shower door. Conor wasn't settling for anything less, darting forward, like this would be his last chance to get his lips on Austin's long, fat, juicy steak. "Auu-u-u-u-u-u-gh!" It almost came out as a guttural bear growl! "Mm-mm," Conor tried making it sound enticing. Taking Austin all the way to the back of his throat, Conor thought his hands would be struggled away from the sides of his bud's ass. Instead, he was allowed to pull forward and do what he loved, feeling the tip of a man's shaft trying to push his tonsils to the side. "Ohh-oh-oh," Austin cried out, every time he felt Conor do something different. First, he thought Conor was trying to fit his whole 8-inches of teen meat down his throat. That would sure be a feat! It was easy for Austin to picture himself, having measured with a ruler, after he had jacked up in private. Not which Austin thought about it now, but he had also taken other statistics, a hobby, profiling himself. Somewhere on his hard drive, he had a file, spreadsheet, listing statistics through the years. Slowly he saw the progression, from when his cock had no hair around the base, to the present, noting the bushy, dark brown hair. >From his pubes, he measured from wear the line came, separating it from his abs. A thin happy trail took him up to his bellyhole, 2½ inches; ¾" deep navel; stripe from there, to...there really was no ending. It just kind of faded and continued into smooth nothingness. The day Austin lay down his stats, was the first time he really took notice of other parts of his bod. Tight nips, perky at the tips, more rigid when he was cold. Hairy pits, cool, to Austin, it being a sign of manhood, along with hairy pubes. Then he ran out of places. Except, his eyes returned to his pubes, telling him, that all this thinking about himself, made him hard! Right now Conor was doing a job on him, sometimes sucking, or jacking him with his lips. Interesting how moving around, from sucking, licking and then licking his balls, taking each one in his mouth and running circles around each... "Like, oh my god, I'm so sorry, Conor!" Conor could only laugh, jizz dripping down his chin, "Bro, you're awesome!" Too bad Austin got so excited. Conor would have loved to have sucked every last drop out, instead a his bud's hand forcing it! "Me? I am?" "Yeah, man." A smile before saying, "Looks like I got my protein fill for the day!" Again, it was a standstill situation for Austin. Conor, he again did the leading. Austin didn't know what to do now, Conor's shoulder butted against his stomach, reaching behind him. Under the impression something else was going to happen, "What are you going to do to my ass?" Now Austin backed off, which had Conor responding with a friendly smile, "Nothing. I was only trying to reach the shower turn off. Wanna take a bath?" Somehow, not which Austin thought about it, but when he was shooting his load, he didn't want it to stop. Frankly, he forgot all about saying `stop', since he didn't want it to. Now, with confidence, Conor making him feel sexually so good, he relinquishes, "Okay." It would have been much more satisfying, planting his bod against Austin, his face again almost plastered against his pubes, to reach the faucets. Standing sideways, allowing his bud to slip by, Austin did feel something weird. Conor, in order to fit himself in the tight space, had put an arm around his hips. He felt a hand on his ass! With trust, he allowed it to remain. No one, but himself had touched there...when he was taking down statistics! "There. Ready for `shower, part II'?" Seeing Conor shift back, into a sitting position, his cock and balls swimming in accumulating water, "Like, how is that going to go?" "Don't worry," Conor felt frivolous, "My shaft is not even thinking about swimming up your canal!" `Shaft-swimming? Canal? What did it all mean?' Glancing down at himself, then up at Austin, Conor jokes, "Oh, will you look at that? My balls are going scuba diving!" Same time, Conor's index finger is pointing to his own pubes. "What?" as if Austin didn't know that signal! "You can trust me, bro. Sit?" Austin was warming up to his the `bro' he never had, a friend, endearing as a sibling could be. Getting down his knees, it's like he was going to make a beeline to the scuba divers, hands on the sides of the tub. "How's this going to work?" It's not the first time Conor has pleasured a man in the tub, sitting in front of him. Experience makes a man wiser, for the next time it comes along. "Just turn yourself. Let me do the rest." It felt strange, but good, Austin having to put a hand on Conor's thigh to steady himself. Turning his bud around, Conor wove each hand in, under Austin's pits. A momentary thought, he wished it was his tongue and not hands `tasting' that hairy meal! "Steady now," he coaxed Austin. Then, things just popped into place, like two puzzle pieces matching! "Oh," Austin feels his back against Conor's chest. Another feeling, was his cock and balls being bathed in lukewarm water, "oh wow!" "What?" Conor leans forward, his chin over Austin's shoulder. "Oh my god!" What was an innocent gesture, to see what held his bud's interest, spell disaster, Conor's cock touching Austin's ass. It made him slip forward. To Conor, it looked like Austin was headed for the deep, leaving back, grabbing him at the pits again. Now, the bottom of Conor's chin sat on the top of Austin's head, thoroughly apologizing, "I'm so sorry. Trust me, I didn't mean for that to happen." Silently accepting Conor's proposal, Austin says, "I know." "You do?" Conor wasn't so sure. He first turned his head to look at Conor and then, hands again on the sides of the tub, Austin moved himself into a buoyant, upright position. To prove a point, of trust, he purposefully moved his ass backwards until he felt his buds shaft, "I do trust you, Conor." There comes turning points in a man's life, Conor sensing one of them, "I think it's time we got out." "Huh?" "Yeah," Conor makes the effort to move. Pushing Austin forward with his chest, gives a boost to driving his hips backwards, "We don't want to get water-logged!" "Okay. If you say so," Austin lifts himself up. For a few seconds there, Conor got a clear look at his bud's ass. Oh man, did it make his mouth water! Turning around, Austin offers, "Here. Take my hand." Conor liked the decisive act, "Thanks," he reaches up. Carefully he rose. He gaged the time in the tub to be up around and fully encircling the ankles. "What do we do now?" Austin and Conor stood, at about 3 inches of lip distance apart. Conor puts a hand on the sliding shower door, "Write chapter 2 of your new life?" They got out and certainly, these were things Austin never did, or had done with a guy. Of course, there was `Rick', but it was nicer to have the real thing, Conor holding the towel. "Turn around." Austin turned. Right off, Conor wraps the bod-sized towel over shoulders, rubs and allows it to slip. Unintentionally, when the towel slipped to piling up on the floor, he licked his lips, wanting to lick, dig deep, but it was not the right place, nor the ideal time. Standing, he says, "Okay. You can turn around." Maybe rimming was not it, but after drying, Conor did feel the urge... "What are you doing?" Austin caught one wet and one dry nip up, in the palms of his hands. "Ever go to a wine-tasting party?" Giving Conor the `WTF?' look, Austin says, "What does that have to do with you putting your mouth on my pec?" Smiling, Conor says with light inflection, "Doing a little nip-tasting?" Austin thought on it a sec, nipples on his pecs, like he knew they were there, how wide they were, a fraction of an inch when hard, having stimulated himself while pressing the ruler into place, "Yeah, it felt good," he let down his guard. Rather than carry on in the bath room, "I'd like to pleasure you some more," he said, rapidly moving the towel over shoulders, slipping it down his front, dabbing his balls. Knowing it might come to this, a half hour ago, it's like Austin hasn't had time to think, "I think I might like it." `Raw' is what Conor thought about his new bud. He couldn't believe they had gotten this far, a few hours ago having met. Anxious to get Austin into bed, it was not based on the same premise as other guys. "Do you think you might like to try some stuff, in my bed?" This time Austin didn't find himself swallowing a nervous gulp, pushing all that anxiety aside. As Doc Hadad had said, a person's gotta take risks, but be cautious about it. He was done being cautious, "Okay. I guess I'm up for trying something new!" Perhaps not a good leader in student government, Conor resigning to being a voter, he was slowly leading Austin into a life he new hardly a thing about, not which he realized doing it. "Great. It always helps to go into something with an open mind," though Conor was not going to go into extreme mode, not even suggest Austin tie him to the bed, for the sheer pleasure of not being able to touch himself, jerk his own cock, or rather experience the torture of wanting to shoot his load so bad and not being able to do so. "That's what Rocki says," Austin follows Conor, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. "You and your shrink, you get along pretty good. Ever do anything?" "Of course. I see him every week. Though sometimes I sit on the sofa, instead of lying across it." Right off, Conor wondered about that, but thinking Austin too much of a prude to have himself or his shrink initiate anything `off the books.' "Of course. That's what I meant!" Towel around the waist, Austin follows Conor's clothed butt, till they reach the bed. About to say something, the door flings open, "Hey, Conor, just wanted to let you know I'm headed back to the gym?" Conor, walking across the room, ushers Nik out, "Ok. You've shopped...now go!" "Geesh, nothing like being kicked out of one's house!" Nik's voice trails off. First thought, Austin says, "Nik doesn't mind it, you and me half-naked...together?" "Of course not. That's what gay men do together. But let me give you a tip," which might thwart unthought plans, "it's not all sex when 2 guys lay together...hey, mind if I lock the door?" `Locking' meant `trusting', which by now, "It's okay." "Cool," Conor says. Though, walking back, across the room, Conor losing his towel, tossing it over the wrought iron foot of the bed, Austin again took to biting a lip. Kangarooing into the full-sized bed, Conor lay out flat out on his back, legs shoulder width apart, hands behind his head. All poor Austin could do is look, "You look so beautiful." Something Austin wasn't saying, but loved, were Conor's ginger-covered pecs, pink nips showing through, the striped down his abs, innie, treasure trail...which all drove him closer like a magnet. Still, holding the position, Conor says, "Feel free to touch." He can remember the first time he said this, second guy he was with. Conor had been jogging through the park, catching a guy, after passing him, turn his head to look back. As conversation goes, they both started jogging in the same direction. Conor should have been hung up over his dad's boyfriend, handling him, but his dad was also a wise person and instructed him on how life just isn't fair all the time. A person's gotta know, every guy isn't the same and regarding fairness, a person has to forgive, forget and move on. What it doesn't mean is your have to kiss the person's ass. Though, as Conor jogged down that path with an older man, he sensed a new beginning in his life. The guy was real sweat, offering him a drink, which being a sophomore in high school, he wasn't apt to take. He did tell the dude, this is the first time he was with an older guy. From then on, Conor found there could be justice in life, that it all wasn't bad. Everything the man wanted to do, he explained before doing and said, if Conor didn't want it done, or in the middle, didn't like what was happening, to just say, `stop!' However, Conor did like it all, returning to the man's house several times. Each time they ventured deeper, like from one, to two lubed fingers up the ass, explained as, `widening the passage so he would glide in without too much pain'. It was also the first time Conor got fucked! Now, Austin was making up his mind, trying to think of what to do first, kneeling on the bed, taking a big gamble, loosening the towel and dropping it to the floor. Conor, sensing his bud's nervous attire, retracts his hands, sits up, "How about you relax and leave the rest to me?" Shrugging both shoulders, "Sure." Though, Austin was not sure. Certainly though, if Conor continued in the mild-mannered way he delivered in the shower, things would be copacetic! "Is this okay?" Austin asks, lying out on the bed, like on a slab at the morgue. Conor thought the same, but used a brighter approach, "Relax." >From there, Conor straddles Austin at the hips, their junk about a foot apart from touching. Standing on his knees, "Okay so far?" "Uh, yeah." Austin does notice, "You're not, soft, dude." Reaching out, Conor goes for the gold, Austin's semi-, "Neither are you!" That made Austin relax! "Oh-h-h-h," he says, hands sliding up the sheet to the pillow, hugging it like it was `Rick'! Seeing Austin cave in, Conor leans over and replaced his hand with succulent lips. "Oh-h-h man does that feel great!" It made Conor turn up the ends of his lips, working Austin's tube halfway down. He loved it when a man commented on his skillful ways. Though, he liked it too, when a top man said he was doing a lousy job. In all, good or bad, Conor was a glutton for the end result! % Copyright 2016 T. Chase McPhee "LoOkiNG FoR SoMEThiNG MOre" and developing segments of this story, may not be sold, nor made part of any collection, without prior consent from the author, or you will be forced to your knees.