Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 16:34:08 -0500 From: A. Cheshire Cat Subject: Guys' Stuff 3 Chapter 3 "You can grab a shower if you want." They made their way up the stairs at Chad's place. "Is your Dad home?" "I don't think so, I doubt it." "Oh." Kyle had never been to Chad's place before, not many of the guys had. Chad's only ever had some of the girl's over that he parties with: they like his Dad. "Don't worry, my Dad's super cool." "Is your Mom coming home?" "No no, my mom's not in the picture." "Any brothers or sisters?" "No, it's just been me and my Dad for as long as I can remember." They kicked off their shoes just inside the door and the two of them took off their coats. There was a long corridor that led to the back of the house, a set of stairs running up to the left side of the hall. There was a front room, a dining room, a basement, the upstairs had a few bedrooms. Chad ambled toward the kitchen where the afternoon sun was shining in. "We moved here when I was about fifteen, we'd had some place in Gatineau before." Kyle was snooping around, suspicously, afraid the shadows might rat him out or something. Kyle felt like there was someone watching him but he convinced himself it was just the drugs, or the silence, or the new house or something. Chad was in the kitchen. He was moving a million miles an hour. He was pouring water into the kettle, plugging the kettle in and then he unplugged the kettle and put the kettle on the counter over by the fridge and then he went over to the dishwasher and pulled out a couple mugs and realized they were dirty so he started washing them in the sink and then he opened the counter over the sink to discover there were plenty mugs available, so he put the ones he just washed back in the dishwasher with the dirty ones and then he saw that the sun was shining in the back door so he went and opened it, but it was too cold so he shut the door. He turned around and laughed out loud, this was ridiculous, he was moving so fast. "Holy Fuck Kyle." Kyle slinked into the kitchen, lowering his glasses on his nose. "Yo." Chad laughed. "I'm so fucked." "Mmhmm." Kyle looked around, turning his head really fast in all directions. He stopped suddenly, nothing had been acheived or seen, nothing moved or anything, he was just looking for movement, looking for something but he didn't know what. "What are you doing in here?" "Me?" Chad blushed and looked at the counter. Pots, pans, there was a plate with a half-eaten cookie on it and a glass that had had milk in it. The kettle, "I was making tea. Want some?" "Sure." "Sure then." Um, he almost forgot what he was going to do, it was so hard to concentrate. He started to laugh. When Chad was really high he would start to laugh because he found his inability to focus to be one of the funniest things he could do. When he started laughing he'd reach up and rub his chin like a detective giving the matter some serious contemplation, "Yes, some tea." "What about some music? I need to hear some beats." "Sure, there's a bunch of my CDs upstairs." "Can you get them?" "You want a shower or anything?" "Nah, I've got some weed though, I'll roll a joint, you go get some music." "Sure, sure, that sounds cool." With that Chad left the kitchen in a flurry, passing by his coat he grabbed his cigarettes and yelled back down the hall, in case Kyle wanted to know, "You can smoke in here." "Cool, thanks." Chad lit up a cigarette and climbed the stairs. When he got up there he felt what Kyle had felt too, like someone was watching him. "Dad, are you here?" He looked towards his father's bedroom and waited for a response. There was nothing but Chad could have sworn he could hear something from in there. "Dad?" He finished climbing the last two steps of the stairs and then turned at the banister to go back toward the front of the house his father's rooms were. His father had an office right at the front of the house, the bedroom was beside it. He looked into the office, only the hum of his father's laptop, the stars moving on his screen saver. A lamp on, Chad thought his father must have been up early or something. He looked in the bedroom to find the sheets were a mess as usual, he could smell his father's sex: his crotch stirred as he thought of Kyle pounding the ass of that kid, Rob, at that place they were just at. He shrugged his shoulders. "Dad?" He called out once last time, his Dad wouldn't hide on him, he wasn't like that. His Dad would have been sitting at his desk. Nothing was there. He then thought he heard that noise again, that breathing sound, was there someone in the master bedroom? Very nervously he asked again, "Is someone up here?" Kyle yelled up from the bottom of the stairs, "Bring some papers!" Chad jumped so high he nearly jumped over the banister. "You scared the shit out of me." They laughed. Chad went into the back room, his office and grabbed the papers he kept in the top drawer. He looked out the window. The people next door were sitting outside smoking, a husband and a wife, younger couple, very nice, they were new to the neighborhood. They had a kid. A boy, his name is Tate. Fuzzy blonde hair, rosy-cheeked. Cute as hell. In the summer he rides his unicycle out front. He's probably the cutest nine-year-old Chad's ever seen. He grabbed the papers and then he grabbed the binder in which he kept his CDs sorted. He came down the stairs and dropped the papers on the table, there was a huge pile of weed there. He then turned back into the living room and went up to the stereo. He loved Steve Porter so he put one of the albums in from the recent party in Montreal. He went back into the kitchen and sat down: "I went to this party a couple weeks ago." "Where was it?" "Stereo, in Montreal?" "Cool, cool. Have you ever been to Aria or Red-Lite?" "No, but I once went to Circus. It's too gay for me." Kyle laughed as he fidgeted with the filter on the joint, "Too gay for you?" "Ya, I gave up the gay scene a long time ago and I find I get uncomfortable around a bunch of gay guys. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like hanging out with gay people, but being in the meat market doesn't really appeal to me all that much." Kyle nodded, he could appreciate that. Chad went to ash his cigarette and then reached for an ashrtray where his father and him keep them, above the dishwasher. The music was really good and while Kyle lit the joint the two of them nodded their heads and tapped their feet. Kyle was still wearing his sunglasses so Chad was at a disadvantage he kept looking at the glasses hoping to see if Kyle was looking at him but they didn't. They were just chilling in the kitchen. Both of them are attractive but Chad was starting to feel kind of gross, the oils from breakfast were on his skin. There was a bump upstairs. Both of them looked up, the kitchen was under Chad's office. The music was coming from the living room, way at the front of the house under the Master Bedroom. "Is there someone else here?" Kyle's eyebrow curled up over the top of his glasses, he was looking up without raising his head, he had a nose like an Arab, very neo-classical, sharp lines, flaring nostrils. There was a bit of coke in one of his nostrils, it was hot. Really. His lips had that same masculine definition that made something in Chad's belly tighten a bit, when Kyle put the joint to his lips and pulled on the smoke Chad's high eyes saw everything about it as though it were the most provocative tugging on anything they'd ever seen. Chad grabbed his belly. "What's wrong?" Kyle passed him the joint. "Oh, just some sketch belly." He tugged longly on the joint, he felt the moisture of Kyle's lips there and then thought back to the way he'd pounded on that boy's ass again. He could distinctly recall Kyle's belly rippled with muscles, he'd only lifted up his shirt so that the tail of it wouldn't be soiled in the fuck. He remembered the belly button having that certain bulge like someone's who has worked out. He remembered a line of hair tracing the rippled abdomenals, down past the navel, into the dark patch up the crotch that had been buried in the boy's ass. "You like something down there?" Chad had been staring at the seams of Kyle's pants, the inner seams that naturally drew the eyes inward, his eyes not being hidden by sunglasses left him vulnerable. Chad took a huge hawl off the joint and passed it over to Kyle as if to distract him from Chad's nervousness. "Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?" Kyle was joking, you know, the way straight guys do when they realize they have gay guys in the palm of their hand. "Nothing, I just realized I didn't make tea!" He jumped up and took a deep breath as he plugged the kettle back in. He turned around and Kyle was standing right there with the joint. "Chill out man. There's no need to freak out. Crazy night we've have had -- are you going tonight?" "Are you?" "Ya. Sure I am." Chad took the joint and remembered how to be cool. He said, "I'm going to make this tea and then I'm going to have a shower." He fumbled with the plug and while the kettle was boiling he brought Kyle into the living room where the chilled and smoked the rest of the joint. Kyle danced around the living room for a bit, the track was quite good. Chad was sitting on the sofa relaxing, he was sort of sketchy, coming down, he was tired now. Once the tea was made he went back into the kitchen and poured the kettle into the teapot and grabbed two mugs. He couldn't get the thought of Kyle's muscular tummy out of his mind. He kept thinking of what he saw when they'd been pounding that kid. The fuzzy line of hair that led along Kyle's navel and down to the crotch. The tan of his flesh seemed so soft in his memory. He rubbed his cock along the edge of the counter and it started to get hard that easily. There's something to say about the virility of the young man: under the right circumstances not even a ridiculous about of drugs can keep him down. He took the service into the other room and laid it upon the coffee table and said, "I'm having a shower now. It's going to feel pretty good." "Sure. I'll have some lines drawn up for when you're done." "Oh, I don't know if I should do anymore today." He looked at Chad without any expression, his eyes hidden behind those sunglasses in the darker room. "Are you serious? Think about it, would you rather go half way or all the way?" "Whatever," Chad laughed, "I'll be back in a minute." He ran up the stairs and rubbed his head, sighing: he was so glad to be taking a shower. He couldn't get Kyle out of his head though. He'd sort of kept his eye on him from the moment they'd met last night at one point having a cigarette outside the bar. They sort of got off on the right foot because they knew some of the same people for different reasons. The incident that had taken place earlier in the afternoon was only a tease, secretly he harbored a desire to be firmly gripped in his hands and made to do what he was told. He got in the washroom and pulled a towel off the shelf. He tore off his clothes, the stinking dried-sweat sheath of his pants, the wreaking cling of the shirt, tugging on the filth of his black socks. Naked he stood in front of the mirror and rubbed his chest thinking about the mystery of Kyle's heartbeat against his body. He turned on the shower and sat on the toilet. He leaned back and slowly let his hand go down onto the groomed patch of hair above his swollen cock. He touched it and a smell wafted up reminding him of the boy's face, grinding as it had been into the nasty bits of drugs and junk food on the coffee table in the drug dealer's house. The smell of the raunch in his crotch actually really excited him and he was hard again sitting on the toilet. He let out a huge fart. He turned on the water and hopped in the shower. The water washed over him and felt absolutely amazing. He slowly rubbed the soap all over him and threw some shampoo in. He started to smell the strong odor of the Irish Spring, and the fruity shampoo, both of which are so much nicer than the stench of the bar, the stench of the sex, the stench of chemicals oozing through the pores. After he'd washed himself he stood there for a minute. The door to the washroom opened. His head snapped up. Kyle was standing out there in the same room as him, somehow being naked with him now seemed much more charged with the electiricity of lust than before. He said, "I didn't want to be alone. I have to sort of piss." "Well then go." "No. I want a shower too." "Well, I'm almost done." "No, I want to come in there with you." Chad nearly died. He tried to clean the whole of his body but he was too distracted as Kyle stripped off his clothes and hopped in the shower at the far end. For the first time Chad saw Kyle's eyes. They were large brown eyes, beautiful eyes. Kyle didn't really try to look at Chad's body he sort of squirmed and vied for the warmth of the water. "Hey man, quit hoggin' all the water." "Sorry, sorry." He didn't take gym class, he doesn't go swimming in public places, he's showered at the bath house, but that's about it: this was incredible. The water darkened the skin as it ran down Kyle's shapely back, his shoulder were rounded like football pads. "Don't just stand there, get the soap and wash me down." He fumbled and fought with the soap and the got a grip on himself. He lathered up a wad of suds and then finally started washing Kyle's back. When he started he melted immediately. He moved closer and was soon washing his lower back, the bubbles flowing through the crack of his tanned bum. He stepped even closer, the water bounced off Kyle's head and splashed Chad in the eye, he was oblivious to the sting of the soapy water in his eye. With his hand he massaged the buttocks. Kyle folded his arms in front of him and leaned his head against the wall and allowed Chad the pleasure of annointing his weary ass with soap and the tender massage. Chad moved closer and his long erection slipped between Kyle's so nicely, Chad's hands moved up and rubbed soap on the abs of his fantasy, he washed higher and felt the nipples, dark and small and hard, he washed between the pecs. Then he washed downward and the soap dripped off Kyle's balls as Chad's hands found his thick, uncut cock throbbing, awaiting the eager attention. When Chad had a firm grip on the beast, Kyle stood up a bit and moaned, he liked it. Kyle reached up and turned the nozzle of the shower so it pointed at the wall and he turned his back to that wall so the water splashed on his chest and his cock was made available for sucking. Chad took advantage and went down on his new friend's thick cock, slowly swallowing the gorgeous shaft in a slurp of warm water spiced with Kyle's juices. As Chad pulled out from Kyle's body Kyle's cock was exposed to the heat and pound of the shower. He moaned and threw his head to one and the water splashed on his parched lips. It had been so long since Kyle indulged in so much gay sex. Like, he digs chicks primarily but he's cool like this, he's all up on getting his rocks off in weird ways. The kid was hot: not that the boy had come across as all that physically attractive but it was hot using him like that. It smacked of power. Now Chad, high as they both were, trying to please each other. Kyle palmed Chad's head with a certain tenderness. As the water gushed around his hand it splashed all over Chad's face, down the back of his neck. Kyle's imagination stirred his semen, he pictured the things he'd love to do with some guy. "You know what man," Kyle said, "I love what you're doing." "You've got a great cock Kyle." Chad took a slow ride down the shaft, engulfing the whole thing again, his lips stretching around the girth of it. His cock finally touched the back of Chad's throat and he gagged a bit. Kyle said, "I'd love to have a guy to hang out with and do weird shit with." Chad pulled off the slick soapy cock and jerked it, moving his mouth under to the balls where the hairs were like sharp bristles. He reached in further with his tongue, his hope was to find the potent pucker of Kyle's straight ass. As he reached with his tongue he looked up at Kyle who looked down at him and what a powerful eye contact they made then. With practised pouting eyes Chad asked, "Like, what kind of stuff you mean?" "I liked fucking that kid with you, that was pretty perv." "Ya, we're all pervs at heart," Chad snickered flicking his tongue on the sagging balls. "Have you ever done that before?" Something about that triggered an uneasy feeling in his belly and Chad stopped licking Kyle's balls. The hot water suddenly wasn't as hot as it had been before, they'd just emptied the hot water tank. Chad didn't know how to answer, he shut off the water and the shower stopped and there was the sound of drops of water landing in the bottom of the tub. He hoped that it would just go away. They were dripping and red in the steamy washroom, sunlit like it was. Kyle said, "I still gotta piss." "Piss on me." "Yo, dude. Really?" Cocking his eyebrow, with Kyle's member resting on his cheek, Chad said, "You ever done that before?" "You really want me to piss on you in the tub man?" "Sure dude, I think you'd look real hot pissin' on me. I'd love it." They turned the right way in the tub, Chad was at the back and Kyle stood about the middle of it. Kyle stood there trying to piss. One hand was on his hip and the other gently groped the base of his cock. Kyle stood there, eyes closed, thoughts on the action of his bladder, frozen in thought, paralyzed with the pressure. Chad was going mad. Kyle looked like a god, like a gladiator that fights for a god, a god so swarthy and hot. Chad wanted so badly to feel the Kyle's tentacle going inside his mouth. He got jumpy. He wanted to have the cock in his mouth when he started pissing and he reached up with his lips. But Kyle told him to wait and pushed him back like a greedy kid. It's hard to piss on command, it takes such an effort to relax oneself. Chad jerked himself real hard waiting for Kyle to unleash his hot piss on his body. The thought of being his piss bitch pleased him very much. He opened his mouth, "Piss all over me." Chad saw him grin, with his eyes closed the corner of his mouth raised up a bit. Suddenly he started, just a faint trickle at the start but soon it gushed a little harder. Chad slid down between Kyle's legs to get more on him, so that not a drop of the hot urine was wasted. It makes for potent lube. The stream got harder and harder then and splashed all over the place. Kyle opened his eyes and aimed it Chad's chest and then up, you could tell he was nervous about it but Chad's eyes, the way they rolled up and closed into a dreamy haze of delirium, suggested that he wanted to go the distance. "Yo, Dude, take my piss bitch." Chad opened his mouth then and let the piss go in his mouth and the taste of it, bitter and hot, pungent from the chemicals, sent shivers down his spine, goose bumps splashed across his shoulders. Kyle pissed right on his lips and the stinking uring went everywhere, all up his nose, into his hair, dirtying everything he'd just spent so much time cleaning. When the piss started to end, because it always does, piss is fun but it only last a couple of minutes, the tub had enough piss in it that they sloshed and slurped in the stuff, their feet were dirty with it. Chad went up and licked the last drops from the slit in the head of his relieved cock. Kyle wiped it across the lips of the guy he met last night and smiled. "You like that?" He laughed. Chad dropped his head and relished in the stench of the piss he bathed in. Kyle turned on the water and told him to stand, Chad's hair wreaked of the piss. Kyle kind of felt bad, he wasn't sure why. It wasn't like he'd told the kid to sit there and take his piss, the kid had wanted it. Chad smiled. Kyle quietly put soap in the palm of his hand and lathered it up real nice, then he started washing Chad's hair. Chad fell into a stupor, a trance, as Kyle's hands molded the shape of his thin shoulder, his scrawny chest. Reaching down and grabbing Chad's cock Kyle started jerking him and pushed him against the front of the shower, now the roles were reversed, it was as it had been when they'd first got in the other shower, only it was the other way around. Kyle's masculinity enveloped the part of Chad that was perpetually adolescent, Chad loved this. It was like having a big brother. He'd always wanted a big brother. His dad's love was so intense, Kyle's love, or whatever this was that he was doing to Chad, this was nice, like a young man's virgin patch of pubic hair, soft and downy. When Kyle's arms wrapped warmly around him and the cooling water poured between them, Chad actually stretched his back muscles as if he could somehow accept the embrace more, somehow pull Kyle around him. The water cooled faster and faster. They washed the soap off each other and then quickly shut off the water. Chad got out first and grabbed a towel to dry himself. He grabbed one for Kyle and then left him alone to dry in the washroom. He went downstairs, started the album over again. He had on a pair of cotton pyjama bottoms. He was getting kind of tired and the winter sun was already going down outside. As Kyle came down he moped like a brat. Chad laughed at him. "Wanna smoke on more joint and then we'll lie down for a bit of a disco nap?" Kyle liked the way Chad had said that. It was kind of cool hanging out with a guy like this. "Sure." "I'm going to heat up the tea, I'll be right back." When he came back in a couple minutes later the joint was lit and the two of them lay on the couch watching the Olympics of mute and the music playing not too loudly. Chad lounged at one and was surprised when Kyle threw himself down on Chad's legs and used them like a pillow. Chad was so warm. He lit a cigarette when the joint was half done and they swapped that back and forth till they were finished. Chad reached with all his might for a blanket on the neighboring chair. He threw the orange afghan over their bodies and they started very quickly to fall asleep but just before they did Kyle mumbled something and Chad asked, "What?" Kyle said, "You know what I think would be really hot?" Chad laughed. He shuffled under the blanket, smacking his lips like a boy who's pretending to be sleeping, he shifted onto his side and his arm stroked the length of Chad's tired legs. "I think it would be really hot to watch you get fucked by a dog." Chad laughed and blushed. He'd never met anyone who said something like that to anyone. "Is it me specifically you'd like to see get knotted or just someone in general?' "Someone in general. But I think what I mean is," and he sort of squirmed, "I'd like to get real fucked up with you some time and see how nasty we could be. Fuck a dog, get fucked by a dog." "Get a horse's load in the face?" "Dude, that's sick." But he thought it was hot. "Have you ever done anything with animals?" "Nah," Kyle admitted, "I think it's kind of cool though. Have you?" "I once gave a dog a blow job but he never came or anything." "You ever done anything with shit?" "Scat, no. It's really gross smelling." "I suppose." "Why?" "Well, I mean, if you're doing it you may as well go all way as oppose only half way." "Doing what exactly?" "If you're doing guys' stuff." "I suppose. If the dose is right I can be persuaded to do just about anything." "True that, true that." They lay still and sleep started to take hold of them swiftly. Kyle had one more thing to say, but he didn't know how to say it. All he said instead was thanks. Chad didn't say anything else he just put his warm hand on Kyle's head and stroked it till he couldn't move anymore and then they fell sound asleep.