Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2015 19:22:30 +0100 From: Matt Smith Subject: The Dangers of Desire - Chapter 5 Disclaimer: The events depicted in this story are fictional. If reading this is likely to get you arrested it's probably best to hit the back button a few times, go back to google and search 'kitten pictures', you'll be sat looking at them for days, but at least you won't get arrested! Also, please consider contributing to Nifty as it's an awesome site - http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Author's Note: Thanks all for the ongoing support and feedback, it's great to know I'm still keeping you entertained. I'm always happy to hear from you at mattereotica@hotmail.co.uk The Dangers of Desire Chapter 5 by Matt Dale looked down at Nick, but his gaze wasn't returned. Instead, Nick just lay there, head on his chest, finger casually tracing a circle around his nipple. "What do you mean, you're cheating on Warren?" Dale asked, both confused and concerned for his young friend. "I thought your relationship was open." "It is." Nick replied flatly. "We can mess around with anyone we want." "Then... how can you cheat on him?" Dale asked, his fingers rubbing up and down the boy's back. "We've never sat down and, like, written a rulebook or anything, but it's just kind of accepted that we can fool around with guys, but that's as far as it goes. It's just sex, nothing more." Nick explained. "And you've... done more?" "Yeah, well maybe, I think I'm falling in love with someone else, so it's way more than just sex." Nick said, ending with a sigh. Dale stared down at the naked boy, considered what they had just done and figured he had to ask the obvious question. "It's not...." he started. "You?" Nick said, resting his chin on Dale's chest and looking up into his eyes. "Ha. No, Dale. Just... no. You know I love you, but only in the same way I love Josh. It's... someone at college." Dale raised his eyebrows. He suddenly realised the situation Nick was putting him in. The boy was one of his best friends, he was his lover and he was like his own brother, but Warren, the boyfriend he was cheating on was all the same things to him. Now he was stuck in the middle. He took a deep breath and asked, "What about Warren then?" Nick dropped his face into Dale's chest and moaned. "That's why it bothers me!" he said, his voice muffled. "I love him so much. I see him and... oh God, it's like the whole world lights up and all I want to do is hold him and love him and... fuck, Dale, my head is so screwed up?" He was almost whimpering, his struggle painful to watch. "You love Warren that much, but you're willing to put it at risk for someone you THINK you MIGHT love?" Dale asked. "What's so special about this guy?" "He's just..." Nick started, but didn't know what to say. "New and exciting?" Dale asked. Nick rested his chin on Dale's chest and looked up at him again. "Yeah, I suppose, but it's not just about that, he's like my best friend! Dale, what am I gonna do?" "Right now, you're just gonna lay here with me while we wait for your idiot brother. After that? I don't know, only you can decide that." Dale said, running his fingers through Nicks messy mop of hair. ***** Benny enjoyed his daily ritual of watching the boys arrive home. He would stand up on the balcony, watching as each of them entered, to be greeted by one of his Generals, usually Roger. Watching them strip and hand their clothes over got him hard, particularly the newer ones who still found it a little embarrassing. Once naked, they would be issued with their orders for the night – cooking, cleaning, house or garden maintenance, servicing the Generals or Benny. Quentin Trent was the last to get home today, probably having had other duties to attend to after the faculty meeting. He headed down the stairs as his teacher stripped under the gaze of Roger. He loved how the man squirmed whenever he saw his student, it reminded Benny of the man's first night in the house, when he had found himself under the control of someone he had held so much authority over previously. "Good evening Sir." Quentin said nervously. "Good evening Mr Trent." Benny said, smirking as the man blushed. Benny headed into his private lounge as Roger dished out Quentin's orders and dismissed him with a harshly barked order. "Sir!" Roger called out just as Benny was closing the door. When the boy looked back at him, he added, "Can I have a word?" "Certainly, come in." the young master said, continuing into the lounge but leaving the door open. Roger soon followed and closed it behind him. "Sir, I just wanted to..." Roger started before being paused by a raised hand. "Wait. Take off your clothes." Benny ordered. There was no hesitation, Roger immediately began to strip as Benny watched. The large man was a massive mix of muscle and a little fat, making him look terrifyingly large, his chest covered in fairly short dark hair, only recent growing back after Benny had forced him to be waxed on a whim some time ago. His bush was short too, also starting to grow back, allowing an unobstructed view of his already hardening cock. It was a fairly decent six inches, but on a man his size it almost looked small. Naked, he stopped and looked to Benny for more orders. "Sit there!" he commanded, pointing to an armchair opposite him. "And start wanking." Roger obeyed, taking a seat and wrapping his meaty fingers around his straining shaft. He loved putting on a show for his master, something about the way his eyes wandered up and down his whole body made him so unbelievably aroused. Smiling, Benny reached into a drawer in the end table at his side and pulled out a large dildo and a small tube of lubricant. He threw it silently to Roger who caught it and immediately knew he was being asked to do. Squeezing some lube onto the large tool, he shifted down in the seat then raised his legs into the air, exposing his hole to his young master. Applying a little more of the lube to his hole, he moved the dildo down and plunged it inside him, quickly proceeding to fuck himself with it as Benny watched on with glee. "Okay, now what were you saying?" Benny asked, grinning as Roger's face contorted, knowing he would struggle to form a coherent sentence while he fucked and stroked himself simultaneously. "I... Sir... it's about... Josh." the large man gasped as he pleasured himself. "What about him?" Benny asked. He hadn't yet taken the time to think through his time with Josh yet. Did he really need to hear someone else's view on it? "I just wanted... to make sure... you're okay." Roger said between moans as he continued. The question surprised Benny. He had been so used to seeing Roger as the strict, uncaring enforcer of the house that sometimes he almost forgot how devoted he was to his master, how much he actually cared. He felt a brief moment of guilt over using the moment to tease his slave, but by the looks of his face and rapid hand movements, he definitely seemed to be enjoying it anyway. "I'm fine, thanks Roger." Benny replied, more to put them man's mind at ease than anything else. In truth, he didn't actually know the answer. He definitely felt unburdened by the degree of forgiveness he and Josh had allowed each other, but having him suddenly back in his life definitely brought up difficult feelings. "Are you... sure, Sir? I know... what he meant... ah, to you. Oh God... I don't... want to see... you get hurt again." Roger continued. Before Benny could reply, the man added, "Can I cum, please Sir?" "Not yet." Benny said dismissively as his mind lingered on Josh. His mind started running through scenarios, how things could go with his former lover, how good things could be as well as how bad they could go. He was only shaken from his thoughts when he heard Roger's high-pitched whimpers as his fucking and stroking hovered him right on the edge of release. Benny figured he should allow the man to finish. He stood up, walked around to the back of the armchair and looked down. Roger's pleading eyes bored into him, an intoxicating mix of desire and discomfort. Benny leant down, whispered, "You can cum!" then planted his lips on Roger's. Permission granted, the large man sped up his strokes and started to shoot, moaning excitedly into Benny's mouth as their tongues wrestled. His first two shots hit the top of Benny's head, the rest pooling on his crunched up stomach and chest. As the pleasure subsided, he lowered his legs, dropping the dildo to the floor and reached up with his arms, wrapping them around the boy's shoulders. Their kissing continued as his pulse slowed back to normal and his breathing calmed. "Good boy!" Benny whispered as he pulled away and stood up straight. He threw Roger some tissues from the end table then returned to his seat, watching as the man cleaned up and dressed. "You can go." he said dismissively. "Yes Sir." Roger said, heading to the door. "And Roger," Benny said firmly, making Roger stop and look back. His voice softened, "Thanks... for your concern." The two shared sincere smiles before the man turned and left. ***** Josh stood at his bedroom door and smiled. He thought how most people would react if they got home and found their boyfriend in bed with their brother. Thankfully, Josh wasn't like 'most people'. The two were asleep, Nick laying on top of Dale. He crept over as quietly as he could and slid onto the bed, pulling out Dale's arm to wrap around him as he cuddled into his side, draping his own arm over Nick. He lay there for several minutes, listening to them both breathe deeply as they slept before either of them stirred. "Josh?" Nick said sleepily as he opened his eyes and saw his brother beside him. "Alright, kid." Josh said with a smile, rubbing the boys head. "Dale." Nick said, shaking the man beneath him gently. "Josh is back." Dale's eyes shot open as he heard Nick's words, then looked round. "Josh. You okay?" he asked eagerly. Nick climbed off, kneeling at the foot of the bed as Josh and Dale both sat up. Josh just nodded and smiled in response to Dale's question. "Did you see him?" Nick asked, starting to dress. "Yeah." Josh said with a gentle nod. "And?" Nick prompted. "And we talked. Really cleared the air." Josh explained, watching as Dale started dressing too. Dale paused as he put on his shirt, partly to question Josh, but partly as he remembered there were now no buttons attached on the garment. He threw it aside and reached into a drawer for a t-shirt. "So you're really okay?" Josh smiled. The question actually made him feel better as he contemplated the answer. Whilst he remained conflicted on his desire to return to subbing, he could now say with absolute certainty that was, in fact, okay. He expected he would always feel a certain discomfort at the thought of anything round his neck, one of the reasons he avoided necklaces, but his fear of Benny had evaporated and it felt amazing. "Yeah, I really am okay, I swear." "Well that's... good I suppose." Nick said, doing up his jeans. "So... what's going on with Benny then?" Josh chuckled. "That's... a long story." Some time later, the three of them were sat in the lounge, sipping coffee as Josh reached the end of his story. He had explained Benny's house and what seemed to go on there as best as he could as Dale and Nick listened, as surprised as Josh had been himself earlier that evening. "Oh my God, he's insane!" Nick said, laughing. "Clearly." Dale agreed. "But you've gotta admire the kid. Regardless of how he got it, he's built something... scarily impressive there." "Seriously guys, you should see it. It's... just... unbelievable." Josh said, still awed by what he had seen. He had deliberated about sharing the last detail, Benny's order. He figured it was best to be honest. "Before I left though, something... almost happened.... with Benny." "What, you mean... as in, YOU and Benny?" Dale asked, shocked. Josh nodded. "He asked if I still thought about... subbing, then... ordered me to strip." "And?" Nick asked, leaning forward in his seat, eyes fixed on his big brother. Josh looked over at Dale. He felt ashamed. He hadn't done anything wrong, he hadn't lied to Dale, but in concealing his desires, it felt like lying. "I told him I do... still think about it." He couldn't tell whether Dale looked annoyed at the revelation, or relieved to just hear the truth. Nick just looked expectant, wanting to know what else he may have done. "But I couldn't do what he asked. I just... wasn't ready." "Oh." Nick said, flopping back in his seat, almost disappointed. "But you... wanted to?" Dale asked. Josh didn't move, but the look in his eyes answered his boyfriend's question. "Nick, would you mind going home?" The younger boy looked between the two men, then quickly got up and headed for the door. He pulled on his shoes, grabbed his coat and left as silence still hung heavily in the room. The quiet continued for a few minutes after Nick left, until Josh finally started, "Dale, I..." "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dale yelled, standing up, breathing heavily. Josh cowered back in his seat. "I'm sorry, I can't help liking what I like!" he answered. "You think that's the problem?" Dale snarled. "Our relationship is open, specifically so we can both do 'what we like'." Josh just stared up at him nervously. "Then, what's the problem?" he asked timidly. "Benny. Benny is the problem. Benny is always the fucking problem!" Dale screamed, furious at Josh's question, at his absolute obliviousness when it came to dealing with the boy. He grabbed for Josh's arms, pulling them roughly and making the scared young man stand. Dale raised Josh's arms and waved the hands in front of his face. "These scars. You remember these? THEY are the problem. Do you get it now?" Josh snatched his hands back angrily. "They're MY scars." he snapped. "If I can get past that, if I can find a way to forgive him, then there IS no problem." "Oh My God, you... you just.... I've gotta get out of here. I can't talk to you right now!" Dale shouted back, then ran to the door and left. Josh dropped to the sofa, heart pounding, more annoyed at Dale than he ever knew possible. He grabbed a cushion, held it tightly against his chest and just lay there, contemplating what had just happened. A while later, still laying where he had dropped, he heard someone at the door. As they were letting themselves in, he figured it had to be either Dale or Nick. Sitting up, happy to see either he was surprised to find himself facing Corey. He just stared at his youngest brother. "I've always wondered exactly how stupid you are. I guess I know now." Corey said with a frown. As Josh stared back at him, he sniffled then, trying to hold it back and failing, burst into tears. The younger boy dashed across the room and put his arms around Josh. "You big fucking idiot!" Corey said, shaking his head as he held him. When Josh calmed down, he sat up and looked at Corey. The boy looked him up and down, took a deep breath, glanced again. "I'm guessing you and Dale had argument?" Josh nodded. "Yeah, he started shouting at me about Benny and my scars and then I shouted back and... he just left. I'm guessing you spoke to Nick then?" "Yeah." Corey said flatly, more disappointed than angry. "Please, please tell me you're not thinking about going back to Benny. For once, think with your brain instead of your cock!" "He's changed. I honestly don't think he'd hurt me again." Josh explained. Corey let out a disgusted grunt then put his face in his hands, shaking his head in pure frustration. "Look, when Benny did... whatever he did to you... who did he hurt?" "Me." Josh said, shrugging, not seeing the boy's point. "And there's your problem." Corey said, sitting back in his seat and raising his eyebrows, hoping Josh would catch on, but it seemed his brother was determined to be as dense as ever. "I seriously don't get how you can be this stupid. Have you ever even considered Dale?" "What... what about him?" Josh stuttered. He had been so angry at his boyfriend, so sure he was the one in the wrong, but Corey was usually right about this stuff. How could Dale be the injured party here? "Dale put you back together after you totally fell apart, and he's been doing that continuously ever since. I sometimes think you miss just how much he loves you. He would do anything for you. Literally, anything. And he's spent the last couple of years picking you up every time you fell down. You may have the physical scars, but I promise he feels them just as much as you do." Josh stared, open-mouthed, feeling completely disgusted with himself. Had he really been so caught up in his own feelings, his own self-pity that he had so completely missed Dale's feelings. He felt like he could throw up thinking back over every bad day he had endured and how Dale had been there to comfort him. "Oh God." he muttered. "What if I've ruined this? What if he doesn't come back?" "Don't worry, he'll be back. Seriously, you really don't get how much he loves you." Corey reassured him. Josh still looked ready to cry again, so Corey grinned and said, "It's not fair, is it?" "What's not?" Josh asked, confused. "How nature blessed me with amazing looks AND brains, while you got stuck with neither. You really never stood a chance in life down at the shallow end of the gene pool, did you!" he smirked. Josh's eyes narrowed to angry slits as an annoyed smile spread across Josh's face. "Hey, you're not so big that I can't still take you down." Josh shot him in mock anger. "Ooh, I'm terrified." Corey said, waving his hands in the air, putting on an intentionally fake show of fear. Josh lunged at him, tickling at his hips and reducing the boy to helpless giggles. He struggled to get free, but Josh sat on top of him, pinning the boy's arms at his sides with his knees, then continued tickling. The two brothers continued their wrestling for several minutes until they both collapsed, exhausted. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Josh said contentedly, looking down at Corey's whose head rested on his leg. "Probably be single!" Corey joked with a grin. They both laughed, "Josh?" a voice called out. He turned to see Dale had returned. "And that's my cue to leave." Corey said with a cheeky smile. "Hey bro." he fist bumped Dale on his way out. "Dale." Josh said, getting up as his boyfriend walked closer. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." "I know." Dale said, pulling him into a hug. "We should talk." ***** When Corey got home, he greeted his parents before heading up to Nick's room. He knocked on the door then poked his head in. "Hey, just wanted to let you know I think everything will be alright with Josh." he said with a smile. "Great, thanks for letting me know." Nick smiled back. Corey closed the door, just as Nick called out, "Hey, Cor." "Yeah?" the younger sibling asked, looking back in. "You got a minute?" "Sure." Corey replied. He walked in, closed the door and sat on Nick's bed. "Sup?" "Do you... ever think about the stuff we did with Benny?" Nick asked, almost embarrassed to be mentioning it. "Sure I do." Corey replied confidently. "It was fun. Remember when you had to walk to the park naked. That was SO funny!" Nick blushed at the memory. "Not so much for me!" "I seem to remember it looking like you were definitely enjoying it!" Corey said, winking and gesturing down to Nick's crotch. Nick blushed even more profusely. "Yeah, well at least I didn't get scared and start crying like you did!" Corey's face dropped into a frown as he blushed too, remembering the incident. Nick immediately felt bad. He jumped up and pulled Corey into a hug. "Sorry, that was really mean." he apologised quickly. Corey sniggered and said, "It was, but I suppose I deserved it." Nick started to let go, but the younger boy stopped him, holding tight. Although the two were friends, that kind of physical closeness was still unusual for them, and Corey wanted to enjoy it for just a little longer. When they parted, Nick remained sat at Corey's side. "Have you been thinking about that stuff a lot then?" the younger sibling enquired. "Occasionally, but... I dunno, I guess this stuff did kinda bring it all back. Do you ever get the urge to do that stuff again?" Nick asked. "Me? Nah. I was never really into the cock like you and Josh are. Gimme a nice wet pussy any day!" Corey grinned. "Ew." Nick sneered, pushing Corey away. "You straights just aren't normal." he joked. "Hey, we have a right to live life the way we were born!" Corey joked back. The two boys laughed. "So, when you think about... that stuff, are you the Benny, or the Josh?" Nick smiled and shook his head at the boy's way of referencing the roles, but then stopped to think. He knew the answer, but felt a bit embarrassed about verbalising it to his little brother. "I think... probably a Benny." "Huh." Corey said, looking at him inquisitively. "You don't look the type." "And Benny does?" Nick joked. Corey chuckled at Nick's joke, then went silent. He looked round at Nick, face suddenly serious. "We need to keep an eye on Josh. I'm... worried." Nick reached across and put an arm around the boy and just nodded his agreement. ***** Greg climbed off the bed, then looked back at Warren and Sam. He sighed and said, "Time to go I suppose. My Mum'll kill me if I'm late." "Mine too." Sam said reluctantly, standing up too. "But the movie's not over yet." Warren complained. Sam looked at the TV screen, smirked then back at Warren. "Dude, we've seen this film like a million times. We know how it ends." "It's not the movie I'm bothered about." Warren pouted, brushing the hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear. "I hate being alone at night." "Hey, you get no sympathy from me." Greg said back unsympathetically. "One night with an empty bed, I'm sure you'll manage. I've always slept alone and I've survived this long!" "Awwwwww." Warren and Sam mocked him with together, before their eyes met and they simultaneously declared. "Sleepover!" "We can do it this Friday." Sam said excitedly. "Yes, let's do it." Warren said back just as happily. "I suppose we have to invite Tim." Sam added, looking somewhat less happy. "He's going away for the weekend." Greg interjected. "Even better!" Sam said, happy again. "Do I get any say in this?" Greg asked, amused by the other two's enthusiasm. "Nope. You'll be here." Sam said firmly. Greg just shrugged his submission to the idea. "Whatever, let's go." Warren followed them downstairs and hugged them both quickly as they left before returning to his room. Sam and Greg walked down the drive and turned onto the street. Fortunately they could walk most of the way home together so they chatted as they walked. "So do you and Warren have a lot of sleepovers?" Greg asked. The two boys had talked about it so casually, but he had never even heard them mention it before. "Yeah, quite a few. Sometimes just us, sometimes Nick comes too. If it's a Friday, he's usually there so I expect he'll be there this week too." Sam replied casually. "So just you in a room with three gay guys." Greg felt a little awkward saying that, but it was liberating too, being out to his new best friends. "You be okay with that?" "It's never bothered me before, except when their sex is too noisy and it wakes me up!" Sam chuckled. "They have sex with you in the room?" Greg asked, shocked at the revelation. "Sure. Sometimes when I'm asleep, sometimes I just watch them go at it." "Are you... serious?" Greg asked, gulping. "Totally." Sam said with a grin. "They usually ask if I want to join in." He laughed. "And... do you?" Sam shook his head. "Nah, I like teasing guys, sometimes they're fun to watch but I have absolutely no desire to touch." He explained, then grabbed hold of Greg's hand. "At least, not in THAT way. This kind of touching is fine." Greg blushed, both from the thoughts running through his head and from the surge of pleasure he got from holding Sam's hand. "Hey, maybe they'll ask you to join in!" Sam said with a chuckle. Greg stopped, jerking Sam to a halt as he gripped the boy's hand. "You okay?" he asked. Greg looked strange, his face a mix of dread of excitement, his jeans tented very obviously. "Will they?" "I dunno." Sam shrugged, pulling at Greg's hand to get him to resume walking. "But remember the vow. Total honesty. You wanna know, just ask him tomorrow." "Yeah." Greg nodded, his mind racing. "Yeah, I'll ask him tomorrow." He wondered how much of what Sam had said was true. His mischievous nature often lead him to exaggerate or just make stuff up in order to tease people. Was he doing the same now? ***** Dale had fallen asleep quickly when he and Josh went to bed. It had been a long and emotional evening as the two had made up. There had been apologies on both sides, Josh explaining how he understood Dale's feelings (but omitting the part that he had essentially been spoon-fed the information by Corey), and then, of course, make up sex. So much make up sex. Dale had taken the lead more than usual, obviously trying at least in some small way to sate Josh's 'sub' desires. It didn't come close, but the gesture alone was enough to make Josh fall in love with Dale all over again. Josh hadn't shared everything, he knew he still had doubts and concerns and they should probably be shared with Dale, but every time he tried to put them into words, it just wouldn't come out. Now he was laying in bed, wide awake and wondering what to do with himself. Normally he would have just wanked himself to sleep, but the vigorous activity with Dale had left the tank decisively empty! Grabbing his phone, he briefly considered messaging Benny, but it quickly passed. Maybe Warren? That felt wrong too. After his evening with Dale, he felt even more guilty every time he thought about his affair with his boyfriend's little brother. Then another thought occurred to him... James. Since the night they 'became friends', as James termed it, the young man had text Josh every day following his decision to get to know him better. Since he had left the previous morning though, there had been no messages. [Hey, still awake?] he sent to him quickly. A few minutes passed and there was no reply so Josh suspected he may have already been asleep, but just as he was about to put his phone down, it vibrated and the reply popped up. [Yeah I am] [Good. You okay?] Josh asked. [Yeah, I'm fine. Why?] The message came across a little blunt. [I just hadn't heard from you today and I wanted to check in, that's all] Josh replied. [Thanks, but I'm fine] Josh looked at the replies and for a brief moment considered replying just as bluntly, but the argument with Dale had made him look a little more closely at what people said. If he missed so much with Dale, maybe he missed other things too. He let his annoyance at James' reply fade away and considered how the young man must feel. As much as they had all laughed yesterday, the incident still must have been fairly embarrassing for him. [You're clearly not fine. Is this about yesterday?] [NO] Josh smiled, seeing right through the firm denial. [So that's a yes. Look, it's not a big deal] The next reply took several minutes. Josh worried he had maybe been wrong, until James' next reply came. [It IS a big deal]. [Okay, so tell me why. I thought we were friends now. You can talk to me.] [Stop doing that] [Doing what?] Josh asked, confused about what he might have done wrong now. [Being nice!] Josh was completely lost now. [You don't want me to be nice?] [No, it was easier to not like you when you were dick!] [Wait, so... you like me?] Josh asked, smiling to himself at the way he had twisted James' words back round onto him. No reply. [James???] [I do like you, but I don't LIKE you. You've just messed with my head is all.] James eventually replied. [How? What did I do?] [Tuesday night!!!!!] Even without elaboration he knew James was obviously talking about the hand job on the sofa. [But that wasn't me, that was Dale ;-)] Josh replied, hinting at the way they had role played. [Yeah, I was thinking about Dale then. But not since!] [So you've been thinking about me? Hehehe] Josh sent. [STOP ENJOYING THIS!!] James replied, quickly followed by a second message. [Every time I jerk off, I end up thinking about what you did!] [So? Everyone has naughty wank fantasies. I've thought about you before. It's no big deal!] [Oh have you? And what exactly did you think about? Hehehe] James asked, turning things back round onto Josh. [Honestly, your cock. I'd heard it was big and I just kept imagining!] Josh replied. The next message popped up, but with a picture attached this time – a picture of James' erect cock. [Oh, you mean this little thing?] [Yeah, that's the one. I'm storing that pic in the wank bank btw] Josh replied, grinning as he felt his cock engorging. [That was just taken. That's how hard this conversation has made me! Which is what's annoying me, because I'm straight!] [Is that what your problem is? You're wondering how you can be straight, but like doing things with guys?] Josh asked. [Well duh!] James replied bluntly. [You should speak to Liam. He's been there, I bet he'd be able to help] [Can he help with this?] James asked, now sending a picture of his cock with his hand wrapped around it. [You've gotta stop with the pics. You're killing me!] Josh said, rubbing his tired but inflating cock with one hand. [So did you mean what you said yesterday, about me joining you in the shower?] [Fuck yes!] Josh send back excitedly. [You going to the gym tomorrow?] James asked. Josh thought for a moment that he may have taken things too far and that James had decided to change the subject. [Probably, why?] [Why do you think? They have showers there!] [You serious?] Josh asked, now stroking his cock under the covers. [I'm not promising what will happen, but I'd like to try it.] [I promise I'll be gentle. No pressure though. You change your mind, it's no problem] A third picture message came – James' body, covered in cum. [Thinking about it made this happen. Doubt I'll change my mind!] [So fucking hot! See you tomorrow then!] Josh replied happily. [Night x] Josh put down his phone then fell asleep, boner in hand.