Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 11:26:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marc McClean <mj_mclean2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Right Time, Part 8

This is an erotic story about man-to-man sexual
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THE RIGHT TIME
by M.J. McLean
Part 8

   Perfect. A little on the hot side, but not enough
to cause permanent damage, just to wash away a long
day. I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain.
I adjusted the shower head and stood in the steamy
spray, closing my eyes as the water poured down my
naked body.
   It was after 2 when I closed the bedroom door to
undress, which meant I'd been up for going on 21 hours
today. I'd gone into work at 7 so I could check out a
little early and make it to the airport in time for
Robb's flight. I was nearly late anyway, trying to
finsh details on a big project that had to be done
this weekend.
   Robb was standing on the curb when I pulled up. He
looked relaxed, very California in a muted Hawaiian
shirt, loose khaki shorts and sandals. His thick blond
hair looked just unkempt enough that I knew he'd spent
way too much time this morning with some sort of
product.
   I got out to open the trunk. We hugged and then
hopped in the car and set off for my place. Robb
stashed his bags in the guest room, then announced he
was ready for the cocktail hour, so we set off for
Amsterdam to wait for Mitch and Shane to catch up with
us for dinner.
  I had met Robb for the first time the summer between
my junior and senior year of college. We shared a
house with two other guys. He was a friend of my
friend, who found the apartment. We all had summer
jobs of one sort of another; mine was an iternship,
while Robb was trying out for a full-time gig, having
graduated a few weeks earlier.
  We both worked long, irregular hours, so we didn't
see much of each other. Actually, I saw all of Robb
most every morning. He liked to pad around the house
naked in the morning, starting the coffeemaker,
scanning the newspaper. We razzed him about it, but I
secretly hoped he'd never stop.
   Sadly, secret was the operative word for me. I was
just coming out to myself at the time and wasn't ready
to tell a houseful of strangers, though my friend was
one of the first I told near summer's end.
   So I tried to ignore Robb, even as I drank in his
body every morning, studying the blond hair that
covered his muscular chest and stomach, lusting after
his strong legs and bubble butt, wishing I could touch
his uncut cock, which dangled a good five inches soft
and easily eight inches when it was hard. He made no
apologies for his morning wood.
   We hung out now and then, but he was out most
weekend nights and didn't say much about where or with
whom. At the end of the summer, I lost contact with
him.
   Then about three months ago, I was sent to San
Diego for a training seminar. I recognized Robb even
before he introduced himself as the instructor for the
morning sessions. He was as cute as ever, cuter,
perhaps, with a well-maintained tan.
   I found him at the first break and he seemed
delighted to see me. He asked if I had dinner plans
that night. We went out to a nearby Chinese buffet and
closed the place down talking. We hit it off again
immediately, finding more in common than we knew that
summer a few years back.
   It didn't take long to figure out we were both gay,
either, which made us both laugh. Robb admitted he
wondered about me that summer, mostly because he
caught me checking him out in the mornings. He liked
that, he said, liked being seen and being watched and
he kept it up all summer mostly for me.
   I laughed at that and told Robb I could relate. He
cocked his head and then the light went on: "No way!"
he said. "You like showing off too?"
   I told him about how I'd figure it out the past few
months since getting my own place and described
several "showings" -- a food delivery guy, the
apartment maintenance guy, a UPS delivery man. He told
me about some of his and said he also spent time at a
popular nude beach in San Diego and some nude resorts
in Palm Springs.
   We at out every night at the seminar, then began
e-mailing, IMing and chatting by phone now and then. A
wonderful friendship develiped quickly. Robb had a
serious boyfriend at the time, one he'd been with
about two years now, and I was a couple of months into
seeing Mitch, so the thought of hooking up ourselves
never really came up.
   About a week ago, Robb called. It was after
midnight and he was upset. He'd been dumped. He told
me the story, conceding near the end that he was
probably to blame at least partly. I was about to ask
him why when he interrupted me.
   "Listen, Nic, how'd you like a visitor a couple of
days?" he said. "I was thinking I need to get away and
thought maybe I'd come check out Phoenix, see what
you're doing."
   I agreed immediately and we made plans for the
coming weekend. I knew I could get Friday off if I
worked hard on my project through the week.
   When I met Mitch for lunch the next day, I told him
about Robb's visit and he seemed pleased.
   "That'll work out, I guess," he said. "You think
he'd like to spend part of the time in Flagstaff?"
   It turned out Ryan, one of Mitch's friends, had a
small time share cabin up north and couldn't use his
turn this weekend. He'd offered it to Mitch. It had
two bedrooms and a sofabed and was nestled up against
the pines. It sounded like a great way to get Robb's
mind off his troubles.
   Later that night, Mitch called and asked if I
thought Robb would mind one more person tagging along.
   "Shane just broke up with Rueben," Mitch said. "He
says he's OK, that he wasn't all that into Rueben, but
he sounds a little sad and I thought ... "
   "Tell him to pack a bag," I said. "There's a spare
bed and a sofa bed, right? It'll be perfect."
   Shane was excited about the weekend. We decided to
have him meet Robb before we went up and made plans
for all of us to have dinner the night arrived. Robb
and I had a couple of drinks at Amsterdam, then left
to meet Mitch and Shane at Portland's, a quiet
restaurant just up the street.
   Robb and Shane hit it off right away and chattered
through dinner. We all decided to go back to Amsterdam
for after dinner drinks. The bar was crowded, so Robb
and Shane found a couple of chairs on one corner and
Mitch and I squeezed another. A while later, we
managed to get back together around a table and had
one more drink before Mitch begged off and left for
home, taking Shane with him.
   With no reason to get up in the morning, Robb and I
stayed a while longer and left when the bar closed.
   I was jolted from my thoughts by a burst of cold
water. Shit! I thought, I'd been in here so long, the
hot water was gone. I scrambled to turn the water off,
shivering. I'd let Robb go first and I guess the two
of us were no match for my hot water heater.
   Wrapping a towel around my waist, I went out to the
kitchen for some water, then stopped at the spare
room. I knocked and then cracked the door open. Robb
was in bed, reading.
   "Everything OK?" I asked, standing in the doorway.
   "Perfect," Robb said. "So what's the plan
tomorrow?"
   "We can hang out, do whatever, until Mitch
finishes," I said. "We're going to try to drive up
around 4 or 5." I shifted a little against the door
frame and caught the towel on an edge. It fell to the
floor. I smiled slyly.
   "Fuck, you little showoff!" Robb said laughing. "So
is that one of your moves? Very slick! I'll have to
show you a couple later on." He winked. "By the way,
not bad."
   "Thanks," I said, fluffing my cock a little. "Just
thought I'd welcome you officially." I picked up the
towel. "You know where everything is, so make yourself
at home. I'm gonna crash now. G'night."
   "G'night, you perv," Robb said.
   I pulled the door shut and padded off to my room. I
slid between my sheets and fell asleep right away.

   A sliver of sunshine piercing the blinds woke me
the next morning, though slowly. I tried to focus on
the bedside clock and finally decided it was nearly
11. Damn, I'd slept a lot later than I wanted to. I
stumbled into the bathroom to pee and without even
thinking, I went in search of caffeine, still naked.
   Still a little groggy, I found my way to the
kitchen and dug a diet Coke our of the refrigerator. I
popped it open, drank some of it and turned toward the
living room. That was when I spotted Robb, grinning
broadly. He sat cross-legged on one end of the sofa
with his own diet Coke and the morning paper. He was
naked too.
   "I wondered when you'd notice me," he said.
"Mornin' sleepyhead. How ya' doing?"
   "I slept way too late," I said. "You shoulda
dragged my ass out of bed when you got up." I plopped
down on the other end of the sofa and took another
swig from the can.
   "I only got up about 15 minutes ago," Robb said. He
tossed me some of the paper. "I gave one of your
neighbors a little show when I got the paper. Some guy
across the courtyard?"
   "That's Barry," I said. "I'm pretty sure he's a big
ol' closet case. I think he watches for me because he
seems to go for his paper when I get mine. I do it
naked every now and then just to give him his little
thrill."
   "You mean to give you a thrill," Robb said. I just
smiled.
   "So Robbo," I said. "How are you doing? You seem a
little better since you called last week."
   Robb's smile faded a little. He hesitated, then
started to tell me what happened, about how much he he
had loved Quinn, about their nearly two years
together. His eyes teared up a little as he told me
about Quinn, but he didn't cry. His face clouded a
little when he admitted that, in the end, Quinn left
because he couldn't handle Robb's interest in nudism,
the beaches and resorts, hanging out naked at home.
   "It made him uncomfortable, almost to an extreme,"
Robb said softly. "I mean, I'd have quit the games if
that was all it was, I didn't care, and I'd even have
pulled on a pair of shorts during the day. But he
wanted me to give it all up. He even got paranoid
about me going to the gym because he thought I spent
the whole time parading around the lockeroom in the
buff."
   Robb flexed his muscular arms. "As if this didn't
prove otherwise." He drained the soda can and sighed.
"I felt really bad at first because I guess I am a
little odd when it comes to being naked, but he just
got crazy about it. And I didn't want to give it all
up. Do you think I was wrong?"
   "No," I said. "You should be able to be yourself.
He could have asked for some boundaries, but you can't
just give up something that's so ... you."
   Robb looked relieved. We talked a while longer and
I could see him relaxing.
   "God, I've gone on so long," Robb said. "Thanks for
listening. It means a lot, Nic, it really does. I feel
a lot better." He reached across the back of the sofa
and took my hand, squeezing it. He looked into my eyes
and smiled gently. He finally let go of my hand, but
held my eyes a moment longer. I felt an odd charge in
the air, but it didn't last.
   "So enough about me," he said. "I wanna hear more
about you. Who else gets to see your little towel
routine?" He stretched his leg out to nudge my knee
playfully and the paper slid to the floor. I realized
this was the first time I was seeing his cock since
our days in the old house. I tried not to stare, but
it was so nicely set off by his blond bush. I
remembered how fascinated I'd been because he was
uncut and so big when he was soft. It seemed to be
growing a little.
   "Um ... let's see, I told you about the food
delivery guy, the apartment maintence guy -- I got him
twice -- the cable guy, the UPS guy -- that one was
fun because I could tell he was liking it. I'm pretty
sure if I'd asked, he'd've sucked me on the spot.
   "And the poor guy who was looking for his
girlfriend's apartment. That was a total accident.
Mitch had called and told me to be naked when he got
there, so when I heard the knock, I figured it was him
and I threw open the door and said, 'Here I am, naked
just for you!' And the poor guy was so shellshocked."
   I doubled over in laughter as I remembered the
scene again. Robb howled. As we regained composure,
Robb stretched out one leg against the back of the
sofa. His foot brushed my knee. He left his foot
there, barely touching me. "What about the one you
were teasing me about on the phone, the one you said
was your favorite?"
   I smiled. "The Mormon missionaries."
   "No shit! Your little perv. You're so going to
hell!" Robb said.
   "I sure am," I said. "And by the looks of him, one
of the elders will be there with me." I recounted the
Saturday morning almost two weeks ago. I'd been
reading the paper with a soda, naked as usual. I heard
the knock at the door. I avoided the window and peeked
through the spyhole. Missionaries! I almost opened the
door right then, but I figured I'd be nice. I found a
robe.
   They started their spiel and I let them talk for a
minute before stopping them. I told them I wasn't
interested, but thanks anyway. They tried another
approach, as I knew they would, and I stopped them
again. One of them was persistent, too persistent for
me. I was getting irritated. He insisted he felt like
I needed to hear the message. That was all it took. I
decided they needed to get my message.
   "So I let the robe fall open," I told Robb. "And I
started to talk to them about how I wasn't really
interested, but they were welcome to come in and hang
out. And then I said, 'maybe you could come back when
my boyfriend's here.'" Robb howled again.
   "So I'm standing there, robe open," I said. "The
one guy's face is turning red and he starts to back
away, but his companion is totally staring at my dick.
I couldn't resist. I kinda fluffed it a little and oh
my god, I could've pushed the poor kid over with my
pinkie. His mouth was open and he was breathing hard.
His companion was so flustered about the boyfriend
part, he didn't notice. He just wanted to leave."
   Robb and I laughed, but the scene had obviously
affected us a little. More than a little. We were both
starting to get hard. I tried to ignore my growing
erection, but I couldn't help watchin Robb's. He saw
me look and adjusted it a little, not saying anything.
   "So tell me," he said softly. "Shane, the guy last
night? He was the guy from Sedona? The three-way?"
   "Yeah, that's him," I said.
   "God, he's fuckin' hot," Robb said. "I can't
believe you got to do him. He's the one you hooked up
with before that, just you, right? The one who liked
to leave his underwear behind?" I nodded. "You lucky
shit. He's a hot little fuck. And a three-way, shit.
So he was watching you guys before he came over?"
   "Yeah," I said, my mouth suddenly dry. I was
breathing a little faster. "Mitch and I were fooling
around ... well, I was fucking him ... and ... " I
took a breath. I could feel my cock growing harder at
the memory. "And I heard Shane and turned and there he
was, watching. God, I got so hard ... and then he ...
he joined in."
   "Shit, man, wow," Robb said. He reached between his
legs. His cock had grown hard as I'd talked and he
peeled back the foreskin. He spread his legs and
slowly began to stroke his cock. His eyes met mine and
then glanced down at his cock, making sure I was
watching him. I couldn't take my eyes off him.
   My own cock was fully erect now and I slowly
reached down and began to stroke myself. I stretched
out my leg so it was next to Robbs on the sofa. The
touch of his leg against mine sent chills through me.
This time I found his gaze and directed it to my cock.
Neither of us said a word. The air was charged. I knew
this was not a good idea, but I couldn't help it.
   We were both stroking, staring at each other. My
cock began to leak precum. I rubbed a little on one
nipple and moaned.
   "Shit, yeah," he said. Then he leaned forward and
reached for my hand. He stopped my stroking. "First,
you watch me, then I'll watch you, 'k?"
   "'K," I said. I took my hand away from my cock and
leaned back. Robb eased his ass up until he was
sitting on the arm of the sofa. He spread his legs and
began stroking his cock again. He rubbed his chest and
stomach, tracing his fingers through the light
covering of blond hair. He closed his eyes and licked
his lips and ... the phone rang.
   "Shit," I whispered, not wanting to break the
spell, even though every voice inside me said I
should. "Let the voice mail get it." I reached down
and squeezed my cock a little as Robb resumed
stroking. The phone stopped ringing, then almost as
quickly, my cell phone buzzed to life.
   "Fuck," I said. I knew I better check it. I stood,
my hard cock bouncing as I looked for the phone.
Double fuck. It was work.
   "I'm sorry, I better take this," I said to Robb.
His face fell a little and he slumped onto the couch,
still stroking softly to keep his dick hard.
   "Hello," I said, my voice cracking a little. It was
Kara.
   "Nic, I'm sorry to bother you on your day off, but
we have a crisis here," she said. "The client has
asked for some pretty major revisions and we need them
done before it can all go to the printer this weekend.
We gotta have you in here for a while today. I'm
sorry. Laura says you can take Monday off, but she
needs you here today."
   "Wow, that's kinda bad timing, Kara, I have a
friend in town for the weekend and ... " I stared at
Robb as he spread his legs again, stroking his cock.
He licked his lips and smiled. God, I should get out
of here, but I felt my own cock twitch and I absently
reached down and stroked it.
   "Laura says this has to be done," Kara said. "It's
critical for the project and you're the lead guy. I'm
sorry, Nic, I am, but this is serious business."
   That broke the spell for me. I couldn't risk
botching this project. "OK, Kara, I'll be in as quick
as I can." I ended the call.
   "Robb, I don't know what to say, but I have to go
in to work. This project ... it's my first as the lead
and I can't let it go wrong," I said. "I'm so sorry.
I'll make it as quick as I can, I promise. I'm so
sorry."
   Robb's disappointment showed, but he insisted he'd
be all right: "Hey, I can't tell you not to go, can I?
I helped train you, remember?" He laughed.
   I had an idea: "You take me to work and then you
can use the car until I'm done," I said. "Go shopping
or to a movie or something. I'll call you when I'm
ready or maybe just get a ride home from someone.
Deal?"
   "Cool," he said. I saw his eyes light up. "Hey,
Shane said he didn't have classes this afternoon. I
bet he's not doing anything until we head up north.
I'll give him a ring, OK? He left me his cell number."
   Really? I thought. I guess they really did hit it
off.
   "Perfect," I said. "I promise to get this done
quickly and we'll be on the road in no time. Thanks
for understanding." I paused. "And, um ... Robb ...
about ... you know, what was.. um happening ... I, uh
... "
   He smiled. "Nothing to worry about, Nic, we were
just two guys feeling good. Nothing else was gonna
happen, OK? I wasn't making a play for you. You're
hot, but you're taken. So no worries. It's between
us."
   I relaxed and without thinking, I went in to hug
Robb. When I felt our still half-hard cocks meet, I
drew back a little, then decided at this point a hug
was pretty harmless. Robb hugged tighter and wiggled
his hips a little, rubbing our cocks together. I
laughed.
   "OK, I gotta get ready and get outta here," I said.
My cock had risen back to full-staff and I smiled as I
watched it bounce on the way to the bedroom. I decided
to leave it alone, though, as I showered and dressed.
   Robb dropped me off at work and then took off. When
I got to the office, I discovered things were worse
than Kara had let on before. We were starting from
scratch on some parts. This was not going to be a
quick fix, but I dived in, dreading the possibility
that we couldn't go to Flag tonight.

   But that's what happened. A few minutes before six,
we were nowhere close to done. I took a break and made
the call I didn't want to make. I broke the news to
Mitch. Even over the phone, I could tell he was
crushed.
   "Mitch, I don't know what to say except I'm sorry,
I'm just so sorry," I said. "If you want, you and Robb
and Shane can go up and I can meet you tomorrow."
   "No, that'd be no fun," he said. "Nic, I
understand. Sometimes it happens. We can still drive
up in the morning and at least have one night up
there. I'm fine, honest."
   I promised to call when I was done, but I knew he
was disappointed. I called Robb next and told him I
could be a while longer. He and Shane were at the mall
still and he told me not to worry. I insisted I felt
awful, but he said they were doing fine. They'd
probably grab dinner and head back to my place to
watch a movie or something.
   By the time we finished, it was after midnight. I
was exhausted. Kara took me home and apologized again
for ruining my day off. "But hey, Nic?" she said as I
got out of her car. "This was awesome stuff. Laura's
gonna be way impressed with you."
   I trudged up the stairs and stuck my key in the
lock. The lights were on and as I opened the door, I
heard odd sounds. A muffled moan, a sign, a sort of
grunt ... what ...
   Shane sat in the middle of the sofa, naked. His
eyes were closed and his head was resting on the sofa
back. His legs were spread wide and I'm assuming his
cock was hard. Assuming because kneeling in front of
him was Robb, naked as well, his head buried in
Shane's crotch, bobbing up and down. The noises all
matched up now.
   "Oh, god ... god, Robb... that's so ... god, I feel
... " Shane said softly. "Oh, shit, Robb, suck me ...
oh ... oh, shit! Nic!" Shane had opened his eyes and
saw me in the doorway. He started to squirm, his face
panicked.
   Robb turned around, exposing Shane's slick, hard
dick. He grinned when he saw me.
   "Nic, you're home," he said. "Relax, Shane, it's
OK," he said, turning back to Shane, who was obviously
embarrassed. "Geez, kiddo, you two have done each
other, don't get so uptight!"
   "Sorry, guys, didn't, um ... expect to find you ...
um ... here," I said, trying to cover my shock. "I'll
just head on back to bed." I turned to go.
   "You can stay and watch," Robb said. I stopped. "I
bet you want to," he said seductively. "And I'd get
off on it. You could just watch. You don't have to
join in or anything ... unless you want."
   I shot a look at Robb. "Kidding, kidding," he said.
"But there's a chair right here ..."
   "I don't think so," I said. "I gotta call Mitch,
figure out tomorrow, you know ..."
   I hurried back to the bedroom. Lord, what next? I
stood with my back against the door for a moment,
listening to the two of them talking. I tuned it out
and undressed for bed. I washed my face and brushed my
teeth and dove onto the bed, grabbing the phone. I
dialed Mitch and as I did, I could hear moaning and
what I assumed were sucking sounds.
   Mitch answered.
   "Hey there, stud," I said. "Whatcha wearing?"
   "Mmmmm," he said. "Just my white gym socks." He
knew that would get me hot and he was right. "What are
you wearing?"
   "Oh, baby," I said. "I'm nekkid." I tried to make
the word sound dirty, like on TV. He laughed.
   "So you're done at work?" he asked.
   "Yeah," I said. "It turned out great. Think it's
gonna help me. But I still feel bad about Flag."
   "Don't," he said. "Tomorrow. Now you said you were
naked? That's the way I like you, baby. Now lay back
and tell me what you're doing."
   I leaned back and began stroking my chest. I
described it. "I'm imagining you standing in the
doorway, naked except for those white socks. You're
hard and your cock is sticking up ... mmmm ... I'm
getting hard just thinking of it." And I was. I began
to stroke my cock lightly.
   "Yeah, that's it, Nic. I'm coming closer to the
bed," Mitch said. "I can see your cock getting hard. I
climb up on the bed and kneel over you ... I start to
stroke myself ..."
   "I'm reaching up to touch you," I said, "and ... "
I stopped and listened. Robb and Shane were at it
again, more loudly this time. I giggled a little.
   "What?" Mitch asked. "What's funny?"
   I told him what was going on in my living room.
   "Are you serious?" Mitch said. "You're letting him
have Shane? That's insane, Nic! Shane just broke up
with someone. He's vulnerable, he could get hurt, he's
... "
   "He's horny, Mitch," I said. "He's having some fun.
I promise you, Robb isn't making him do anything he
doesn't want to do. I saw them when I came in. They
really hit it off last night, in case you didn't
notice. They spent all afternoon together and they're
havin' a little fun. I just hope they don't stain the
couch."
   "Don't joke about it," Mitch said. "I think this is
a mistake. Robb is so much older ..."
   "He's a year older than us, Mitch, just relax," I
said. "He's in college, he's supposed to fuck around.
I wish I'd ..." I stopped. Not a good thought to
finish.
   "You wish what? That you'd played around?" Mitch
was upset. "Is that what you want? To play around?"
   "You know it isn't, Mitch," I said. "I only meant
Shane knows what he's doing and if he doesn't, he'll
learn. He's a big boy, Mitch. We're not his parents."
   There was silence. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired. And
maybe a little disappointed about tonight. I'm going
to get some sleep. You should too."
   "But what about ... " I said, staring at my cock,
which was still mostly hard. "You know ... "
   "It's late, Nic," he said. "Good night, sweetie.
I'll see you around 11 or so tomorrow."
   And there I was again, left hard and dry for the
second time today. I knew Mitch meant well, but he was
over-reacting about Shane. I lay in bed, idly stroking
my hard-on, thinking about finishing it off. I
listened. I couldn't hear noises. Either they were
done or they'd moved into the bedroom. I got up and
headed out to get some juice before I went to sleep.
   Just as I neared the end of the hall, I heard them
again. I stayed back in the dark and peeked around the
corner. Shane was back on the couch, this time sitting
stop a pile of cushions, spread eagle again. Robb was
rolling on a condom. He picked up a bottle of lube and
squirted some on his cock and then on Shane's ass. His
hand dropped down and I figured he was spreading it
around, maybe loosening Shane's ass.
   I was about to back away and go to bed, but I
didn't. I froze. My cock was hard again. I watched
Robb life Shane's legs up to his shoulders and then
move in closer. I could just see his cock enter
Shane's ass. Robb began to fuck, thrusting slowly at
first.
   "God, yeah, Robb, fuck my college ass," Shane
snarled. "Fuck me good. I need fucking, you stud."
   "You're gonna get fucked, college boy," Robb said.
"I got the cock that's gonna fuck you're ass like it's
never been fucked."
   Guess they were role-playing a little. I might have
snickered at the bad dialogue, except I was too turned
on. Without thinking I began to stroke my cock, soon
matching Robb's rhythm as he fucked Shane. I
remembered fucking Shane myself, the feel of his ass
around my dick. I watched Robb's muscular body and a
part of me -- yeah, that part -- wished the two of us
had hooked up years before, when we shared a house.
   I imagined waking up one morning to find him
reading the paper, naked as he usually was, and
instead of avoiding him, I would walk into the room
naked as well. I'd sit across from him, maybe, ask for
part of the paper, idly rubbing my chest and fluffing
my cock. I'd keep my legs spread so he could see my
dick as it grew. His eyes would meet mine ...
   Shit. That wasn't fantasy. I must have made a noise
in the hall because Robb looked my way and I think he
saw me. I didn't care at this point. My cock was
leaking precum as I watched Robb fuck Shane. It looked
like he was nearing a climax.
   "Shit, man, my cock has never been harder, dude,
just seeing you ..." he growled to Shane, except he
was looking my way. "I'm gonna blow soon ... "
   I realized I was too and I didn't want to leave the
evidence in the hall. I backed up, into the spare
bathroom, and grabbed a hand towel from a rack, then
eased back into the hall until I could see again.
Shane was now stroking his own engorged dick and was
grunting and moaning louder. Robb seemed to have
picked up speed and intensity.
   "Oh, fuck, man, here it comes,"  he cried. He
thrust his hips one last time against Shane's ass,
threw his head back and closed his eyes. "Ohhhhhhhhhh
.... ooohhhhhh .... awww.... fuuuucccccckkkkkkk ....
oohhhhhhhhhh ...." His hips bucked one last time and
then he stopped. He pulled out, holding on to the
rubber, and lifted Shane's hips. He took Shane's cock
into his mouth, working hard, I could tell, to keep it
in my view.
   I was near the end as well. I stroked faster,
watching Robb suck Shane. Finally, I could hold it no
more. I leaned against the wall and held the towel out
as my cock started to twitch. I bit my tongue so I
wouldn't cry out, although I know I made some sound.
My cock spilled cum on the towell as the orgasm raced
through my body. I felt blood in my mouth and finally
let out a small cry.
   No one else heard it because at the same time,
Shane began to come in Robb's mouth. He cried out and
his hips jerked. Robb held on and took it all.
   I slowly backed away and hurried back to my room. I
stashed the towel in the hamper and used a washcloth
to clean up. I dived into bed.
   A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door.
Robb stuck his head in.
   "You still awake?" he whispered.
   I sat up and tried to look groggy, just in case he
hadn't seen me. "Yeah, kinda," I said.
   "Hey, dude, listen, I wanted to apologize for being
out there when you got home," he said. "We got a
little playful and lost track of time. I'm sorry to
surprise you like that."
   "Forget it," I said. "Doesn't matter to me. I just
wasn't expecting it."
   "So we're still going to try to go up north
tomorrow?" he asked.
   "Mitch is coming by a little after 11 and we'll
head up then," I said.
   "Cool," he said. "We're gonna turn in. It's cool if
Shane stays, isn't it?"
   "Of course," I said.
   "Thought it would be," he said. "By the way, Nic?
You just gave me one of the best orgasms I've had in a
long time. Knowing you were there watching, shit,
dude, I was harder than I've ever been. Thanks ..."
   He backed out before I could say a word. I fell
back against the pillow, a little torn about what I'd
done today. I hadn't cheated, certainly, but it still
felt odd. This morning, with Robb, had been hot, full
of sexual tension, yet he told me nothing would have
happened beyond getting ourselves off, which sounded
fine to me. Tonight, watching them, turned me on, yet
I felt some guilt about it.
   I wondered, just for a moment, if Mitch was right:
Did I wish I'd had a chance to just mess around, have
a little sexual fun, check out what got me hard, play
some sort of field? Would I want to do that later? On
the other hand, when I thought of losing Mitch, I got
bad chills.
   I fell asleep trying to figure it out.

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