Date: Sat, 25 Aug 2007 14:17:59 +0100 (BST) From: Joe Ferns Subject: Paul calling John part 3 Here is Peter's continuation of the story - from Paul's point of view. Please let either of us know what you think ... I was confused. I knew the rules were different here, but I just couldn't figure them out. First difference, it was OK to have a boner here, and you don't have to hide it. So John took me back to the youth shower, and it was awkward because we know each other so well, but there you have it, I let him see my boner. Well, what was left of my boner anyhow, because it was sagging down now. John looked straight at it and that was OK, I was looking at his swollen dick too. But then the old man from the sauna walked in, showed off his humungous balls, and asks if there's room for a small one. What did he mean by that? And what was he doing here in the first place, he must be nearly forty, why didn't he go to the adult showers? Did he figure since we went into the adult steam room, then its OK for him to go into the youth showers? Anyway, it gave me the creeps to think of him following me. Suddenly I just wanted to disappear. I turned my back to everybody, gave myself a really quick scrub, rinsed off, and ran out of the showers. I had dried off and already gotten myself half dressed by the time John caught up to me. "Whoa, what's your hurry?" asked John. "Didn't want to keep your dad waiting" I answered. "Yeah, well he wouldn't want you to break your neck, you ought not to be running on the wet floors." When the two of us made it back to front door John's dad was already there waiting for us. I started apologizing for being late but he shut me up saying we were doing OK for time and he signed out the lot of us. After that he drove us towards his work, dropping the both of us off at a corner about two blocks from John's house. I had left my bike at John's place so I walked back with him. After we got there he asked "wanna go for a ride?" "Sure" I answered, as we were still on summer vacation and I had nothing else planned. So we just dropped off our gym bags and headed out on our bikes. There's a dirt trail near John's house that runs along a creek that's my favourite place to bike. However, after we were about 15 minutes out it started to rain, and it took us more than 15 minutes to get back over the wet trail. By the time we made it back to John's we were sopping wet and muddy. We went in through the back, in the laundry room. John emptied his gym bag into the washer. "I like to keep `em fresh, hate when they get all sweaty" he explained. "Actually, what you're wearing now is dirtier than the stuff in your gym bag" I observed. "Guess you right" John answered with a shrug, and started taking off all his clothes right in front of me in the laundry room. In a moment he was standing there naked. I had already had a good look at him when we were in the shower but I felt uncomfortable now. It seemed OK at the Health Club but right here in his house in the laundry room? And then he offered "Hand me your stuff, it will all fit in the same load". So I handed John my gym clothes and he threw them in the washer. But then he kept the lid open, and just stood there, staring at my muddy legs. "Uh, OK" said I, as I stripped off my socks and handed them to John. Then John gave my shirt a tug, right where some mud had splashed up. "Alright, alright, I get the message" and with that I stripped off my shirt and threw it in the washer. "Look, if we're gonna do it we may as well do it right" said John, and before I knew what was happening, he had pulled my shorts and underwear together down to my ankles. I couldn't help myself. I gasped, for I was standing there totally nude, John kneeling in front of me, his eyes at cock-level. "Step out," he commanded. Too flabbergasted to protest, I did as I was told, and watched John throw the last of my clothes in the washer. "Uh, what am I gonna wear now?" "I'm gonna take a shower first, wash the mud of my legs." was John's oblique answer. "Yeah, but how about me?" "Well I guess we already showered together at the gym, so you can join me here if you want, it's big enough." "No, I didn't mean that, I mean what am I gonna wear?" "Oh your clothes should be washed in about half an hour, maybe give it an another half hour for the dryer. Don't worry, nobody will come home before five." It was only about ten in the morning now. Not waiting for a response, John walked out of the laundry room and upstairs to the bath room, where he stepped into the shower. "Coming?" he asked. "Later, you go ahead first" I answered. "Look, we've already seen each other's stiffies, so what are you scared of?" asked John. "I'm not scared". "Then hurry up, and we'll play some Mario Brothers after." John was still holding the shower curtain open for me and I found myself mechanically stepping in. If you had told me yesterday I would step into the shower together with John over in his house, it would have blown me away. But John was right, it was nothing we hadn't already done at the health club - only this shower was a lot smaller. The two of us did fit but there wasn't much room left to spare. John turned on the tap and the cold water hit me square on the chest. I fled over to where John was standing, our bodies touching in the process. Instead of giving me more room, John stayed right where he was, even though my hip was pressing up against his butt. Don't look, don't look, I kept repeating to myself, but it was no use, I sprouted a full blown boner anyhow. My heart was pounding. All this was so, I don't know what to call it, so new, so unusual, exciting, but dangerous in some undefined way. I just hurried to wash the mud off my legs, and then stepped out of the shower and over to the linen closet to find myself a towel. "Can you hand me a towel too?" asked John as he turned off the water. As I handed him a towel I saw he had a boner just like me, shimmering wet. He pointed it straight at me as he took the towel, not acting the least bit shy. "How do you like my dick?" he asked as he saw me staring at it. "Well I guess its fine, its, uh, well, big, and very red." "Well you got a beauty of a boner yourself there, Paul, so you might as well be proud of it." "Oh, thanks, I think." This was an awkward topic of conversation. Still it was kinda nifty that we were able to talk about it, show off and compare and all that. As I dried myself I kept my body and my boner turned towards Paul, somehow pleased that he called it a beauty. John brushed past me as he stepped out of the shower, and I followed him back downstairs. He went straight for the family room to set up the video game for us. Now there was only one big armchair within reach of the game controls, set straight in front of the TV. Normally we would share this spot, but normally we were dressed. This time I quickly claimed the chair, while John was still adjusting the TV. But after that he sat right down in my chair, his left leg over top of my right. "Hey!" I protested, and pulled back my right leg. "Oh thanks for making some room" said John, and started playing. I still had a stiffie but so did John, so we were cool with it. John handed me the controls first and challenged me to a game were we would try to get each other killed. I said OK but wasn't sure what he meant. Well I soon found out. Every time I had to make Mario jump he would poke me in the ribs or tickle my tummy, trying to break my concentration and mess up my timing. Somehow I still made it to the first dragon, but then I felt John's hand inside my knee and sliding towards... Automatically I slapped my knees together out of self preservation, and looked down. I am not exactly sure what it is I preserved, but Mario died instantly in dragon fire. "Hey, that's no' fair!" I protested, "All's fair in love and war" John retorted as he removed his hand. Part 4 will follow when Peter gets back and checks what I've done.