Wedded Bliss
Part 4
Paul and I sipped our beers while he fast-forwarded through the video, pausing the VCR occasionally to check out his his fav scenes.
"It's a bummer Kyle's not here to see this," I lamented. "Maybe we can grab some frames and email him."
"Yeah… like this one. He can imagine it's his dick fucking your face instead of mine." Paul cracked, then took my beer can and raised it. "It's still half full! You feel like a piss yet?"
"Not yet. I'll wait 'til I'm bustin'."
"How come Kyle wouldn't let you piss on him?"
"Not his scene. Besides, he would've bashed the fucking crap outa me."
"It's not your scene either, but you let Josh piss on you one time when we were camping."
"I was just getting him to chill."
"Did you like it?"
"Put it this way, dude, I'd rather be the pisser than the pissee. It's more fun. Remember that time I climbed the tree and pissed on you from about thirty feet up?"
"Yeah," he giggled. "That was soooo damn rad! We've done some totally cool things since we've been buds."
"What's your fav?"
"Jeez, I dunno. There's so damn much! Remember that time in the tent when you licked me all over? Toes and everything? You wanna do that again tonight?"
"Not if I'm gonna piss on you."
"We'll shower together. What's your fav?"
"There's a stack of favs, man. But the one time I'll never forget is when Kyle and I were doing a 69 in his room. I was on my back with a face full of his hot cock when I felt the bed sag. I looked up to see your hand guiding your boner into his hole, and your nads practically brushing my nose. Man, what an awesome sight that was!… you fucking the hell outa Kyle while I was blowing him… and he was blowing me. Woohoo!"
"That was the first time I'd ever fucked anybody."
"You probably surprised the hell outa Kyle, but he was too busy gagging on my seven inches to complain," I cracked. "Anyway, that was one helluva sight… watching your balls slamming against his ass. Then all of a sudden, I had a mouth full of Kyle's hot juice. I could hear you offloading as well… and so was I."
"Yeah," Paul shrugged, "just another ordinary day."
I drank the last of the beer from my can, and winked at my bud. "I gotta piss, bro… like now. All this laughing's weakened my bladder."
Paul laid on his back in the bath while I placed my feet on either side of the bath, then squatted above his abs.
"Whoa! That's fuuuucking aaaawesome!" he grinned. "Now I can see eeeeverything! I got this idea from all that talk of yours about you watching me fuck Kyle. Now, remember, don't touch your dick. Just let it do its thing. OK?"
"Here it comes, bro."
What began as a trickle, that splashed over Paul's stomach, gradually became more powerful as my bladder relaxed. The thin line of warm piss slowly worked its way along the groove between Paul's pecs toward his chin, then disappeared between his open lips before re-emerging as a mini waterfall that bubbled from the sides of his mouth, and over his wet, shiny chest.
The piss seemed to last for ages as I squatted there, watching my bud being happily drenched. Meanwhile, his blue eyes remained riveted to the head of my soft five inches, and the neverending stream of liquid gold. He was obviously fascinated by it… and enjoyed being… hmmm… humiliated?
"Have you ever seen a golden shower pic on the net?" I asked as I squeezed the final few squirts over his chest, then shook off the remaining drops.
"Stay there for a little while. I just wanna look up at you and remember what it was like while you were pissing on me. That was just so fucking awesome, Daniel."
"You're easily pleased, bro," I laughed. "Anyway, have you seen any golden shower pics?"
"Yeah. Fucking gross."
"What's the diff?"
"Between those pics and this? For one thing, the models aren't like you. If they were as good looking as you, the pics would be cool."
"So it's cool to be humiliated by a teen hunk? Is that what you're saying?"
"I don't feel humiliated. Do you piss on me 'cause you wanna humiliate me?"
"No."
"So why do you piss on me?"
"'Cause you pester the fuck outa me."
"Besides that."
"'Cause you dig it."
"How does it make you feel?"
"Hey, bro. How does it make me feel when you tongue my hole? Or swallow my juice? Or get off smelling my pits? Y'know? If you dig doing all those things, then who am I to complain? You like my piss… so what's the biggie? The damn stuff's free. And if you're not enjoying it, then it's wasted. That's how I figure it. Anyway, I'm gonna get fucking cramps if I squat here much longer. You wanna shower now?" Suddenly, I felt something warm hit my ass. As soon as I realized what it was, I shot up like a rocket, and had to grab the shower curtain rail to stop from falling ass over tit.
"You asshole!"
But all Paul could do was giggle uncontrollably as his piss rose high into the air like a mini gusher, then form an arc before plummeting back down to splash all over his heaving stomach.
A few minutes later, we were soaping each other's shiny, tanned skin under the shower.
"How much longer are you gonna wash my pecs?"
"I'm not washing them. I'm feeling them. They're fucking awesome, Daniel. So damn solid and powerful. Anyway, you took for-fucking-ever to soap my buns."
"You wanna do my pits?" I asked as I raised my arms.
"Wow! Check out the way your pecs lift, and form those way cool folds of thick muscle that reach up to your shoulders! Grooooov-y! Hey, how come you don't have any hair in your pits? Well, hardly any."
"So your nose doesn’t get tickled. How the fuck should I know? Anyway, you don't have any either."
"I've got pubes, though. Remember when you didn't have any pubes?"
"I remember my first pube. It was blonde, and I could hardly see the damn thing. I was tempted to color it black."
"Nah, I think your blonde patch looks totally wicked," he grinned, revealing his perfect rows of sparkling, white teeth, framed by his full, ruby lips. "Hey, I'm horny again."
"Surprise, surprise."
"Want me to blow you now?"
"Nah… let's do the lick thing in bed first… and work up a truckload of juice for later."
"You gonna smear pre-cum on my toes and lick them… like you did in the tent that time?"
"Yep."
"Daniel… how much to you like me?"
"You wanna soap my back?" I asked as I turned around, then felt his slippery hands running over my shoulders, and down my lats.
"How much?"
"I dunno why you ask those kinda questions, Paul. How many times have you offloaded down my throat? Or plugged my ass? And how many dudes have smeared pre-cum all over your toes, then sucked them? I mean, what's a guy gotta do to prove… whatever?"
"Prove what? That you love me?"
I allowed Paul to finish soaping my ass and crack before I turned around to face him. "What is it with you? You know I love you. I'm here, aren't I? We went though the whole wedding game thingy tonight… in front of all the guys. And fuck knows we're gonna get dissed about that little episode until the day we fall off the fucking perch."
"But how much?"
"I don't know how much I love you, dammit! I just do."
"More than you love Kyle?"
"No… but I love Kyle in a different way… like I love Greg and Jason in different ways. All the guys are important to me, just like you're important to me. Lemme tell you something, Paul. This obsession you have with me is making me feel kinda smothered… like you wanna own me or something."
"Now you're mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you. I just want you to understand that I don't wanna be tied down. I like my space. I need my space! Am I jealous of Wingnut, Steve or Mark? Or even Steph? No way, man. That's one of the things Kyle and I have in common. Our friendships with other dudes can be helluva intense, like yours and mine is, but we don't smother people… and we don't like to be smothered."
"I'm sorry, Daniel. I didn't mean to make you mad. Honest. I just like hearing you say that you love me."
"I know that, bro. But then you want me to quantify it. Anyway, you'll find out how much tonight. So just remember that actions speak louder than words. OK?"
"OK."
"You wanna towel me now?" I smiled. "I know how much you like to feel my boner through the towel."
"Not as much as you like feeling mine."
"Yeah," I said as I turned off the shower taps. "I guess it feels kinda cool."
"Don't gimme that 'I guess it feels kinda cool' bullshit, Daniel. You love it. Admit it!"
"You really crack me up, Paul. OK… so I do love you, dammit. You annoy the fuck outa me sometimes, but, hey, nobody's perfect. Besides, you've got a wicked ass."
"Better than yours?"
"Hey, who was gawking at my hole while he was being pissed on, huh?"
"Jeez, Daniel! That was totally awesome! Totally, totally awesome! I could see the piss gushing outa your big knob, and headed straight for me. And your balls hanging down, and your spread ass cheeks, and your hole. And I was feeling the warmth of your piss splashing down on me. Fuck, Daniel, it was just so damn wicked. Can we do that again soon? Huh? You gonna drink more beer?"
"Your eyes remind me of canine Kyle's when he's begging for his dinner... 'cept his aren't blue. Anyway, how much longer are you gonna towel my pecs?"
"I'm not towelling them. I'm feeling them."
"I dunno why you make such a big deal about mine. Yours are awesome, too, y'know."
"Not as big."
"Big schmig. It's proportion that matters… and definition… and nipples."
"What about my nipples?"
"They're in exactly the right spot. And they look kinda edible and juicy… like ripe, brown berries."
"Yours, too. I dunno what it is about nipples, but every time I see yours, which is like a hundred times a fucking day, I just wanna kiss 'em, and lick 'em, and suck 'em. Is that how you feel about mine?"
"Yep. And how long are you gonna towel my dick for?"
"I'm not towelling it," we both said in unison, then laughed. "I'm feeling it."Copyright © 2000 All rights reserved. mrbstories
