Florida, USA
Part 3

"Hungry?" Josh asked as he parked the Buick and turned off the ignition. "I make great pasta... with my own sauce concoction."

"Sauce? What kinda sauce?"

"Not what you're thinking, Daniel. Can I ask you something? Do you and your friends really do that kinda stuff?"

"You mean spooge all over pizza? Maybe once or twice when we were young and immature."

"Oh... way back then, huh?" he grinned, then led the way to kitchen, where he proceeded to place a bunch of ingredients on the bench.

"How come you bite your fingernails?"

"Other people get upset if I bite theirs," he cracked. "Actually, it's a habit I find hard to stop. I quit... then before I know it, I'm at it again. Maybe I should chop tomatoes for sixteen hours a day."

"So what did you think when you read all that stuff about me in the stories?"

"What stuff?"

"Y'know... the rad stuff."

"I guess I thought of you as a role model."

"Yeah, right. Me?"

"I don't mean that I wanted to rush out and be exactly the same as you, or do everything you did. I mean role model in that you weren't afraid to be yourself. Well, sometimes you were unsure, or maybe a bit paranoid about something, but you managed to overcome those obstacles."

"It's not always easy to be yourself."

"Like now?"

"Yeah. Actually, now that I think about it, it's kinda embarrassing. It's like you know everything about me, and I know fuck all about you."

"Does that mean you're embarrassed about the rad things you do with your friends?"

"Not when I'm with them. They're cool."

"Did I tell you that my boyfriend Oth is staying with a guy who's got a web cam? He's gonna put on a show for me tonight."

"What kinda show?"

"Same kinda show you put on for Kyle. Well, maybe not quite as rad as yours, but rad enough."

"Oth does that kinda thing? Hey! Way cool! And what are you gonna do?"

"I'll be peeling more tomatoes. Hello? Daniel? I'm just as human as you are. Maybe I don't express myself the same way you do, but I've still got red blood coursing through my veins, y'know."

"So... like you're gonna jack off?"

"Why do you think Oth is gonna put on a show?"

Suddenly, I wanted to put on a show. All that talk about being naked, jacking off and Kyle had aroused the exhibitionist in me... and, whenever those feelings were aroused, I'd lose all fear. "Hey, it's kinda warm. Mind if I take off my shirt?"

"No problem. I want you to feel completely at home, Daniel. Wanna wash up? The pasta will be ready in a few minutes."

Before going to the bathroom, I undressed down to my boxers in my bedroom, then checked myself in the mirror. Fuck it! Why not go the whole damn hog? By the time I'd returned to the kitchen, I was totally starkers.

"Oooooooooooooo!"

"Sorry! I'll go put my boxers back on."

"No, no, no, no, no, no! If you're comfortable like that, Daniel, it's fine. Totally fine. Fine as fine can be. Fine, fine, fine. Absolutely fine. There's only the two of us here." Joshua was holding two plates of food, standing there motionless, while his eyes studied every square inch of my bod.

"The pasta's gonna get cold."

"Huh? Oh! Sorry. We'll eat in the dining room. Oh, my God!"

This time I led the way so that Joshua could check out my shoulders, back, and buns. The exhibitionist had made a triumphant return! Woohoo!

"What made you suddenly do that?" Joshua asked after he'd swallowed his first mouthful of food.

"Pasta's totally wicked. You sure you didn't add anything extra while I was away?"

"Not a thing," he grinned.

"Anyway, it's what you said about Oth and the web cam. I started thinking about those pics I emailed Kyle... not just of me, but of Greg and Jason as well. Totally fucking hot. So I guess I just felt like getting naked. Do you think I'm an exhibitionist?"

"Absolutely."

"Is Oth an exhibitionist?"

"He is when he's around me."

"And you think he's cool?"

"Totally."

"Are you an exhibitionist?"

"We're all exhibitionists. We all exhibit something... personality, talent, humor, clothes, cars, wealth, knowledge, whatever. Most people are exhibitionists of one kind or another. You just happen to get a buzz outa flaunting your bod, which is pretty damn awesome, by the way."

"That good, huh?"

"Spare me the false modesty, Daniel."

"It's just that I get a kick outa people's reactions. Like yours. You know how many times you said 'fine'? That cracked me up big time. And the way you stood there with your eyes on springs." I swallowed another mouthful of pasta, washed it down with a sip of Sprite, then added, "I wasn't sure I'd get that kinda reaction from you, though."

"Why not?"

"I dunno. I figured you might've thought I was a fucking dork or something."

"Why would I think that?"

"Hey, just 'cause my buds think I'm cool doesn't mean everybody does."

"Do you care about what everybody thinks?"

"I care about what you think."

"That's the nicest thing you've said to me since you got here," he smiled. "Anyway, I wouldn't have invited you here if I thought you were a dork. To be honest, I was kinda hoping you'd get naked and parade yourself around like you do in the stories, but I didn't wanna ask, or pressure you. By the way, do you think you can handle Gay Day at Disney? You were pretty paranoid about it earlier."

"Truth? I dunno. I've never mixed with those kinda dudes. None of my friends are like that... I mean... y'know... kinda limp-wristed or whatever."

"Am I limp-wristed?"

"No."

"Then it's about time you got an education, Daniel... broadened your understanding. If Gay Day was anything to worry about, do you think Disney would have anything to do with it? Anyway, the only difference between Gay Day and any other day is that Gay Day is organized. You think gays only go to Disney once a year? C'mon, Daniel."

"OK, OK."

"Anyway, like you said, you're an exhibitionist, and you get a kick outa people's reactions. Right?"

"Yeah, right. Ten thousand reactions? Most I've ever had at one time was ten, not ten fucking thousand."

"Think of it as an adventure... a whole new experience."

After I'd helped Joshua clean up, and do the dishes, we returned to the living room, where Joshua put on some music, then sat next to me on the sofa. "Feels kinda weird me being naked and you wearing clothes," I said. "You wanna get naked, too?"

"Sure you want me to?"

"Why not?"

"I'd like it if you undressed me."

We both stood, facing each other, while I unbuttoned his shirt, then slid it off his broad, meaty shoulders. I figured he was gonna be big, but not that big! Whoa! His chest was built like a fucking barrel! In order to take off his shorts, I had to squat. And as I pulled them, together with his boxers, down his incredibly strong legs, I couldn't help but gawk at his thick, cut semi, which was hanging in an arc away from his huge, juicy balls. Right then and there, I was tempted to wrap my lips around the damn thing and blow his lights out, but I figured I'd better not. For one thing, he needed to save his juice for Oth's web cam show.

When I'd risen back to my full height, he placed his arms around me, then studied my eyes for a few moments before pressing his lips to mine. Both our dicks responded... almost instantly hard. I returned his hug, and wondered what the hell was gonna happen next.

"Hey," I said as I pulled my head away. "What will Oth think? Does he know I'm here?"

"Yep. Oh, shit! He'll be on line in a few minutes. My laptop's in my room."

"Cool. I'll wait here."

"You don't wanna see his show?"

"Yeah... but it's kinda private... don't you think?"

"Nah... it's like you're a member of the family. He'd be thrilled to know that you're watching."

"Really? Oh... well, I guess it's OK, then. Hmmm. You sure?"

I followed Joshua to his room, where he booted the laptop, which was sitting on his desk. Then he got on line, and used ICQ to contact Oth.

"How come you type with your left hand?"

"Saves my right hand for other things. Besides, I can type one-handed almost as fast as most people type with two. Pretty cool, huh?"

"Hi, Joshie! Is Daniel there?"

"Yep... right here beside me."

"You mean he's gonna watch?"

"Yeah... is that OK?"

"I just hadn't expected it. I guess it's OK. Sorta. You gonna jack off while he's there?"

"Hey!" I interrupted. "Tell Oth that I'm gonna blow you while he's doing his show."

"You're gonna what?"

"Blow you. Y'know, suck your cock. I wanted to before when I saw that monster just inches from my face, but... anyway, tell him you'll be imagining that it's him blowing you."

"Yeah, right... your lips are riding my boner and I'm supposed to imagine it's Oth?"

"Joshie?"

"Hang for a second, Oth. Daniel just said something totally off the wall."

"Daniel? Are you sure you wanna do this?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "Why not? You can be watching Oth do his thing while you're fucking my face. Sound cool to you?"

"Oth? You're not gonna believe this but..."

After Joshua had explained everything to Oth, there was a long pause before Oth's response appeared on the screen.

"You're making all this up. Right, Joshie? It can't be true!"

"Hey, I'm just telling you what Daniel told me."

"How many creme de menthes did you give him?"

"None. Just Sprite. Honest! Anyway, Daniel's a spontaneous person. He does whatever comes into his pretty head. Oth? You wanna go ahead with this before he changes his mind?"

Copyright © 2001 All rights reserved. mrbstories