711 Rain Street

The Painter’s Apprentice

Kevin looked at the piece of paper then up at the wooden sign next to the door. The names appeared to match. He then looked about him at the street on which he stood. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. He appeared to be in the most rundown quarter of the entire city. The buildings were in a sad state of disrepair. The streets littered with refuse.
It was hard to believe this was the home of a famous painter. However, he was in the right street. After all, he’d been forced to ask for directions three times before he finally found it. At least the building before him was in decent shape. The door looked freshly painted, as did the name next to it.
“Oh well. I might as well knock. If it turns out to be the wrong place after all, at least I can ask directions again.” Thought Kevin as he stepped up to the door and rapped upon it with his knuckles.
While he waited for someone to answer, Kevin went over in his mind what he was going to say. He’d always wanted to be a painter. When his former master released him from his service as an apprentice, he gave him a letter of recommendation after telling him the greatest painter in the entire city, next to himself of course, was looking for an assistant.
So lost in thought was Kevin on how he was going to obtain the position of assistant to the great man, he didn’t hear the door open. A soft voice broke his concentration.
“Can I help you?” The voice said.
Kevin looked up to see a handsome young guy standing in the door. He was slightly shorter than himself with hair of a dark velvety brown. The eyes that stared back at Kevin were softened by a warm expression as though smiling. He wore a shirt of a rich dark green cloth and dark gray pants. The shirt was open part way down his body, which gave Kevin a view of the smooth skin beneath. Swallowing, Kevin gathered his thoughts and spoke.
“I’m looking for Master Painter Jean-Pierre De Montrose. I was directed here to this door.” Kevin paused a moment. When there was no reply, he continued. “I have come to inquire about the position of assistant.”
“Come in, please.” Was the only reply, after another long pause.
The entire time Kevin could feel the young guy’s eyes looking him over from head to foot. He must be Master De Montrose’s servant thought Kevin. Try as he might, he couldn’t help staring back at him in return, despite his best efforts to remind himself why he was there. As he led Kevin up a flight of stairs to what he supposed was Master De Montrose’s studio, the thought occurred to him that this young guy could be one of the great painter’s family. As he watched the slim, graceful body mount the stairs in front of him, Kevin suddenly hoped that he had not given any cause for offence with his behavior at the door. He also suddenly hoped that they could get to know each other better.
It had been a long time since he’d had a close friend. Too long, thought Kevin. There just wasn’t enough time from his duties as apprentice for that. There also wasn’t anyone near his own age among the servants of his previous master. It would be nice to have a friendly soul to talk to and maybe share things with. Kevin put aside the thoughts and reminded himself again why he was there. After all, he could get into a lot of trouble if he wasn’t careful, whether the guy before him was servant or family of the painter he hoped to become assistant to. However, if he were only a servant, Kevin might not have too much to worry about. He needed to see how the situation was between the master and this guy before he decided.
The room at the top of the stairs was indeed a studio where easels, paint, and other materials were located. However, one part of the room seemed to be a bedchamber. A large canopied bed stood in one part while wooden chests and cupboards were arranged along the wall.
It was all Kevin could do to draw his eyes away from the bed as lustful thoughts crowded into his mind again. Somehow he managed to tear his gaze away and follow his guide into the other part of the room. He stood there quietly as two glasses of wine were poured from a bottle in a nearby cupboard. When finished, Kevin was handed one of the glasses, the other was carried over to an easel where the young man sat down before a blank canvas.
Kevin took a sip of the wine to help calm him. He was wondering where Master De Montrose was. After taking a few more sips of the wine, Kevin noticed he was being watched. He looked at the young guy seated at the easel and realized he was smiling back at Kevin. The smile just began to register in his brain when his next words nearly caused Kevin to choke on the wine he’d just swallowed.
“Strip,” he said quietly, his eyes never leaving Kevin’s own.
“What?” Kevin managed to say.
“You heard me. Take off those clothes,” He replied.
“There must be some misunderstanding, aahhh.” He paused realizing he didn’t even know the guy’s name.
“Michael,” He supplied for him.
“Michael. I’m here about the position of assistant to Master De Montrose. Master Villiers, my former teacher, wrote me a letter of recommendation. He’s the one who sent me,” he explained.
“I’ll take the letter, please,” Michael replied.
When Kevin didn’t respond, just stared at him, Michael continued.
“My full name is Michael De Montrose. Master Jean-Pierre De Montrose is my father. He’s not the one looking for an assistant. I am. So please give me the letter.”
Kevin was speechless. He was torn between anger and relief, between flight and curiosity. Finally, after taking a couple of deep breaths he handed Michael the letter. He then watched as he quietly read it.
“Master Villiers speaks highly of you, Kevin. However, I don’t usually take another’s word at face value. I like to check things out for myself. You still haven’t done what I’ve asked of you,” He said.
“But, I thought,” Kevin began.
“You thought that you’d be working with the great Master De Montrose. Sorry to disappoint you. If you’d rather leave, I’ll understand,” He said.
Kevin stared at the master painter’s son. He wasn’t sure what to do. Then he realized that Michael was staring at him intently. Kevin’s eyes met Michael’s in a return stare. At first, nothing happened, then the look in Michael’s eyes softened. Kevin realized Michael was asking him to trust him, not in words, but with his eyes. Michael’s eyes left Kevin’s and glanced down at the wine glass still in Kevin’s hand. Kevin looked at the glass also. Without another thought, he downed the rest of the wine then made a decision. After handing the glass back to Michael, he sat down on a nearby bench to remove his boots.
In the meantime, Michael De Montrose replaced the glasses in the cupboard, and then began mixing some paints.
After removing his boots, Kevin unlaced his shirt and pulled it off over his head, laying it across the bench where he sat. He then stood up, with his back to the part of the room where Michael was working, and removed his pants, which he placed with his shirt. When he was finished, he stood there completely naked until he heard footsteps behind him, then someone settling them self on the stool before the easel.
“Turn around please,” Michael said.
Slowly, Kevin complied, holding both his hands in front of his exposed cock. Michael was seated at the canvas, paint and brushes ready nearby. He looked Kevin over from head to toe and back again. Kevin shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other.
“Move your hands to your sides, please.” Michael said.
Kevin hesitated a moment, then did as Michael asked. He could feel his cock begin to stir as Michael gazed at him.
“I think you might be just what I’ve been looking for, Kevin. Stand over here in the light so I can see you better,” He said, indicating a spot within arms reach of the easel.
Kevin walked over to the spot. In the meantime, Michael picked up a brush and started to paint. He worked quickly, moving his brush from paint to canvas in fluid movements, pausing in between to look at Kevin as he stood there.
After a few minutes work, he laid aside the brush, then looked back and forth between Kevin and the canvas.
“I think I’m going to need to paint several more poses. Could you turn a bit,” He requested.
Kevin started to turn to stand facing more toward the window.
“No, not like that,” Michael replied, reaching out to place a hand on Kevin’s ass to stop him.
As soon as Michael’s hand made contact with his skin, Kevin felt a ticklish twitch run through his body ending at the tip of his cock. Gently but insistently, that hand moved Kevin back around into the position in which Michael wanted him.
Michael resumed painting. After a few minutes, he reached out again with his hand to move Kevin into a new position. Kevin again felt the tingly twitch, this time a little stronger.
As time passed, Kevin began to look forward to each touch of Michael’s hand as it changed his position. The tingly twitch got stronger and stronger with each touch. It also seemed that Michael’s hand lingered longer and longer each time he touched Kevin.
The next position change had Kevin facing away from Michael. However, the hand didn’t break contact once the change was made. Instead, it lingered for a moment on Kevin’s leg, then moved slowly but gently upwards just barely grazing the skin in a soft caress that was driving Kevin nuts and causing goose bumps to form. The hand stopped at the base of Kevin’s spine, rested there a moment, then moved softly over his ass and down to his inner thigh. Once there it pushed gently outward in a signal for Kevin to move his leg to the side. Contact was broken only to be moved over to the inner thigh of Kevin’s other leg where it pushed gently again. Kevin got the hint and spread his legs apart until he felt Michael’s hand pat gently to indicate that’s the position he wanted. What happened next caused the tingly twitch to strike so hard that Kevin gasped in spite of himself.
Michael’s hand moved slowly, almost hesitantly, as if unsure or nervous, upwards until it made contact with Kevin’s ball sac. It stopped there and seemed to be waiting for something. For what seemed like an eternity, the hand didn’t move. Kevin found himself breathing hard. With every ounce of strength he had in him, Kevin willed his body to calm and his breathing to return to normal.
His heart beating so hard he felt sure Michael could hear it, Kevin slowly calmed and waited to see what would happen next. Michael slowly brushed against Kevin’s ball sac with the back of his hand then turned his hand palm up to let Kevin’s balls rest gently as though being held. Kevin’s cock reacted instinctively by going to full hardness. Michael’s hand slowly retreated to rest on Kevin’s ass. Before breaking contact completely, Kevin felt a soft pat on his ass cheeks.
Kevin heard Michael’s paintbrush make contact with the canvas as he began to paint. Taking a deep breath, Kevin tried to think but his thoughts kept centering on his now throbbing hard cock. Everything else skittered away as soon as he tried to focus on it. Try as he might, Kevin couldn’t will his cock to soften.
After a while, he heard Michael put down the paintbrush. Kevin knew what was coming next. The anticipation had been building for the past few minutes. However, when Michael’s hand made contact, this time directly on Kevin’s ass, it just rested there, not moving. He didn’t direct Kevin to turn in any direction at all. The longer Michael’s hand rested on Kevin’s ass, the harder his cock throbbed. Kevin didn’t know what to do. He was so turned on that he felt as though he were on fire. The heat of Michael’s hand felt like it was making direct connection with his cock even though it was nowhere near it. He tried to ask if something was wrong. Each time he opened his mouth to speak, however, nothing would come out.
Kevin began to sweat from the heat of arousal coursing through his body. He could feel the slow trickle of a bead of sweat as it slowly made it’s way down from his ball sack to his inner thigh. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kevin felt a gentle, insistent push, then tug, directing him to turn all the way around to face the easel where Michael sat.
Slowly, his temperature rising in time to the throbbing in his cock, Kevin complied. Michael was sitting so close to Kevin once he finished turning all the way around that he felt Michael’s breath caress his throbbing cock as he exhaled.
Michael didn’t move. His eyes gazed directly at Kevin’s fully hard cock. Kevin’s heart began to pound even harder, partly with fear. Had he lost control and doomed himself in the process? He could feel his face growing red hot with both arousal and a touch of embarrassment. Then, Michael lifted his gaze to look deeply into Kevin’s eyes.
Kevin felt his heart spasm in relief and his cock jerk so hard it danced. Michael was like him! The flood of emotion that swept through Kevin’s body caused his knees to buckle.
Reaching out with both hands, Michael steadied him, and then softly said. “Try to hold that pose as long as you can, Kevin.”
Tearing his eyes away from Kevin’s body, Michael painted rapidly with his brush. The speed with which his hand moved from pallet to canvas was truly amazing to Kevin. He could feel his body become even more excited than he ever believed possible. His temperature continued to rise with each passing moment. Soon he could feel himself covered with sweat.
“Finished,” Michael finally said, laying aside his brush. He admired his work for a moment, and then glanced over at Kevin. Slowly his eyes caressed him from head to toes until Kevin began to squirm under his scrutiny. Eventually, Michael’s eyes found his.
“I believe you’ll make an excellent assistant, Kevin,” He said. “The position is yours, if you want it. However, before you make up you mind, I owe you something for all your hard work.”
Slowly Michael stood up, and then moved to where Kevin was standing. Kevin’s eyes followed until Michael stepped behind him. After a short pause in which he could feel Michael’s eyes roaming up and down his body, he felt the gentle touch of Michael’s hands as they caressed his shoulders from behind.
At the first touch, Kevin felt a tingle race through is body. When Michael’s hands slowly roamed down his back, the feeling became so intense he had to close his eyes and take a deep breath. He soon found himself holding his breath as Michael’s hands glided softly over his ass.
With one hand on each arm, Michael glided along, just barely touching the skin, until he reached Kevin’s shoulders again. Kevin took another deep breath as Michael’s hands left his shoulders to explore his chest. The caress of his fingertips on Kevin’s nipples soon had them standing at attention.
Slowly Michael’s hands moved further down trailing lines of fire that made Kevin sweat from the heat. The touch of Michael’s hand on Kevin’s cock ignited a firestorm of heat running the length of his body.
Keeping one hand on Kevin’s throbbing cock, Michael stepped around Kevin and kneeled down in front of him. One hand gently stroked Kevin’s cock while the other caressed his ball sack.
Kevin felt as though he were in another world. His entire being was focused on Michael’s touch.
When he felt Michael’s warm breath on the head of his cock, Kevin’s eyes popped open. He looked down just in time to see Michael’s tongue capture a drop of precum that was leaking from his excited cock.
Michael looked up at Kevin, then stood up facing him, one hand still wrapped around Kevin’s hard cock.
Slowly Michael led Kevin across the room to the canopied bed. Once there he gently pushed Kevin down. Kevin lay on his back as he watched Michael slowly undress.
Michael’s body wasn’t as smooth as Kevin first thought. There was a thin line of hair that trailed down into his pants, and upwards to form a T shape on his chest. Kevin’s eyes were glued to Michael’s pants as he watched him unfasten then slowly push them down from his waist and over his ass.
Kevin’s cock twitched hard when he caught sight of Michael’s cock. It was a lot like Kevin’s own but Michael had more and thicker pubic hair and his ball sack was completely hairless. Kevin’s was not. Kevin lay there and gazed intently at Michael’s body as he stood gazing down at him. Eventually their eyes met and locked. Time stood still as Kevin gazed into those warm brown eyes.
Kevin watched as though in a dream as Michael climbed onto the bed beside him. Reaching out, Michael pulled Kevin into his embrace, and then softly whispered.
“Have you decided to accept the position?”
Kevin nestled into Michael’s arms and felt their bodies become one. With a contented sigh, Kevin replied, “Yes.”
“Good. Then this is only the first of many yet to come,” said Michael.
Softly their lips met and passion took over.

Tim, walking in the door of the university pool, was hit in the face by the warm humid air that always seems to go with indoor swimming pools. Pausing a moment, his eyes closed as he drank in the feel and smell of his surroundings.
When the moment passed, he quickly scanned the pool area looking to see who was around. A few people were in the water, no one he recognized. The lifeguard’s chair was empty.
Walking over to the sign in table, Tim caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Glancing quickly to his left he spotted a familiar auburn head as it disappeared through the door leading to the changing room.
After signing his name, leaving his i.d. card, Tim picked up his gym bag containing his towel, swim trunks, then headed towards the guy’s changing room. Walking through the door, he picked up a basket from the counter to put his clothing in. As he went through the door of the changing room, he spotted the object of his search in the far corner of the room.
Ryan had his back turned towards the door, for which Tim gave silent thanks. Walking over to a bench near the opposite corner, Tim kept his eyes glued to Ryan the whole time. After putting his gym bag and clothing basket down on the floor, he sat down to watch as Ryan began stripping off his t-shirt.
His eyes drank in the sight of Ryan’s bare back, while his mind fantasized his hands running over the smooth skin. Coming back to reality, he watched as Ryan slid his jeans down off his cute ass. Bare skin met Tim’s lustful gaze as his mind wrapped itself around the realization that Ryan wasn’t wearing underwear.
Once this sank into his brain, Tim’s cock came alive in his own jeans. He felt a familiar tingle as it began to grow hard while he gazed at Ryan’s smooth tight ass. Those jeans were almost off now. Tim watched Ryan bend over to push them down to his ankles. As Ryan began to sit down on the bench to pull them off over his feet, Tim caught a quick glimpse of his tight puckered hole.
Tim’s cock reacted immediately, becoming full hard in seconds. It was starting to get uncomfortable as well. Confined inside his tight jeans and briefs, he felt it begin throbbing to every beat of his heart.
Distracting himself, he bent down to untie his sneaks, as his eyes watched Ryan pick up a pair of yellow Speedos off the bench next to him. As he slipped his sneaks off, Tim watched spellbound as Ryan stood up, pulling those Speedos up his thighs.
He was almost caught staring as Ryan turned around to face the area where Tim sat. Lowering his gaze quickly to his socks, he held in his mind the quick glimpse of Ryan’s dark pubes, cut cock, and low hanging balls. It was all he could do to hold in a groan.
Not daring to look up, Tim began removing his socks. For some odd reason, the room was awfully quiet. Tim knew Ryan was still there. He could see the door out of the corner of his right eye. No one had gone through it yet.
Sitting up, he chanced a glance in Ryan’s direction. That single glance rocked Tim’s world. Ryan was sitting there staring at him. Although he glanced away quickly, he wasn’t fast enough to keep Tim from catching him. Tim felt like shouting out loud. Instead he controlled himself.
Standing up, he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. He couldn’t resist rubbing his hand over his chest and tummy before reaching to unfasten his jeans. Acting as if it was a normal every day thing, even though his insides shook with nervousness, he stood facing Ryan’s part of the room as he slipped out of his jeans.
Taking a deep breath, he hooked his thumbs in the band of his boxer briefs, pulling them down as far as possible, giving Ryan a glimpse of his curly brown pubes, cut cock, and heavy ball sac before he sat down on the bench again.
Picking up his swim trunks, Tim slipped them over his feet. Standing up in full view of Ryan, he slipped them all the way on, turning his back momentarily to flash him a glimpse of his tight muscled ass.
While his back was turned, Tim heard Ryan leave. Sinking down onto the bench, he took a deep steadying breath. Shakily picking up his swim goggles, he glanced towards the shower area. His mind replaying everything that had just happened, lingering on the sight of Ryan’s naked body, Tim longed to take a hot shower while jerking his cock.
Other guys were starting to arrive in the changing area, however. With a soft sigh, Tim got up, heading towards the pool. Not even daring a glance in Ryan’s direction, he dived into the pool.
The next couple of hours were spent swimming laps back and forth using first one swimming stroke then another. Tim purposely swam in a straight line from one end of the pool to the other right in front of the lifeguard’s chair where Ryan sat. While doing the backstroke Tim chanced a glance towards that chair, catching Ryan watching him intently.
Tim’s cock came to full hardness immediately. Luckily he was under water so it didn’t show too much. At least, he hoped not. He cast a glance back towards the lifeguard’s chair to see a smile on Ryan’s face. A flush spread over Tim’s entire body.
He was starting to tire from the laps. Concentrating on something else besides Ryan’s naked body was difficult. Somehow Tim managed it. His raging hard on subsiding, he pulled himself up out of the pool to sit resting with his feet dangling in the water.
Wiping the water from his eyes, he simply sat there casting surreptitious glances in Ryan’s direction on occasion. A couple friends came over to chat with him a while. Even as he talked his glance strayed over to the lifeguard’s chair.
Once rested, Tim got back into the water for more laps. It wasn’t long before he heard the familiar sound of Ryan’s whistle and his voice saying.
“Pool’s closing, everyone out of the water.”
It just so happened that Tim was at the spot just below the lifeguard’s chair where Ryan sat. Unsure whether to try swimming back to the shallow end or try to get out where he was, he simply tread water resting his arms on the side of the pool for a bit.
Glancing up, he watched as Ryan left his chair to stand only inches away from him. Tim had an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch Ryan’s foot. All around everyone else was getting out of the pool. Tim just stayed where he was. Glancing slowly up Ryan’s leg, he took in the sight of the fine red gold hairs, lightly tanned skin. Holding his breath, he glanced upward enough to get a look at the crotch of the yellow Speedos.
The sight meeting his eyes almost caused Tim to slip back into the water. Ryan’s cock was semi hard, clearly visible through the fabric. Instead, Tim’s cock came to full wood so fast it hurt slightly.
“Need a hand?” Tim heard Ryan’s voice say.
Looking up, Tim saw Ryan’s hand outstretched toward him as well as a full hard-on in those Speedos. Glancing further up he saw a slight shy smile as well.
Taking the hand, he let Ryan help him out of the pool. He stood there dripping water, wet swim trunks plastered against his hard cock. Since they were standing in front of each other, no one else could see.
Reluctantly, Tim let go of Ryan’s hand.
“Thanks.” He said, glancing at Ryan’s face.
“No problem.” Ryan replied, tearing his gaze away from Tim’s crotch.
Going their separate ways, Tim headed towards the changing room and the showers. Although he longed for a good jack off, he knew it’d have to wait until later. Contenting himself with occasional glances at the cocks of the other guys in the showers, Tim showered, dressed, and then left.
As he headed towards the pool exit, he glanced around. Ryan was nowhere in sight.
Tim headed on out the door. He tried to use the long walk back to his room to clear his head. However, the images of everything that had happened kept playing over and over. Tim was profoundly glad his roommate was gone for the weekend. He’d have some privacy to get naked and play as much as he wanted. This caused him to quicken his step a bit.
Reaching his room at last, Tim threw his gym bag into the corner, and then started to undress. As he felt in his jeans pocket for his i.d., he realized he’d left it behind at the pool.
“Shit!” Tim said, out loud.
Pulling his t-shirt back on, Tim headed back to the pool. When he got there, he was surprised to find the doors unlocked. Retrieving his i.d., Tim paused. The pool was deserted. All the overhead lights were off, leaving only the wall lights.
Tim walked slowly towards the men’s changing room. He was being drawn there for some reason. Glancing through the inner door, he saw the lights were still on. What caught his eye however was the sight of Ryan’s open gym bag sitting on a nearby bench.
Heart pounding, Tim walked quietly over, looked inside. Ryan’s t-shirt was on top. However, next to the gym bag on the bench were the yellow Speedos and a towel.
Before Tim could move or do anything, the sound of someone turning on the shower caught his ear. Undecided, he stood there a moment. Reaching out, he touched the Speedos.
As soon as his fingers made contact, Tim heard a soft moan come from the showers. In reflex, his hand jerked back. Heart pounding hard in his chest, Tim walked slowly into the shower area, and then peeked around the corner into the communal showers.
Ryan’s naked backside standing under one of the showers met his eyes. Tim froze, listened as Ryan moaned again. When he turned around to face him, Tim realized the source of the moans.
He watched breathless, not daring to move as Ryan stroked his cock back and forth. Tim’s own cock got hard as rock in seconds. His fingers itched to stroke himself, itched even more to stroke Ryan.
All of a sudden, Ryan opened his eyes. They stood there lost in time, looking at one another. Reaching down, Ryan picked up the bottle of baby oil near his feet, held it out to Tim.
In near record time, Tim was out of his clothes, in the shower, taking the invitation from Ryan’s outstretched hand. Pouring some oil into his hand, he reached out to take hold of Ryan’s hard cock. Slowly, he stroked it from root to tender head, and then back again. It throbbed gently beneath his grip.
Tim felt a hand under his chin. Looking up, his brown eyes met a pair of warm green ones, for a second until their lips met in a soft kiss. His lips parted, an almost electric shock went through his body as their tongues met, explored, caressed each other. His hand on Ryan’s cock became still, just holding him. Eventually, their lips parted. Reaching out, Ryan took the baby oil from Tim’s hand. When he felt Ryan take hold of his hard cock, Tim left out a soft moan.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He heard Ryan whisper.
Tim couldn’t speak. Every part of him simply surrendered as Ryan took him in his arms began slowly stroking him. Gently, Ryan eased them both down to the floor. He cradled Tim in his arms as he stroked him.
“Love me baby.” Tim heard Ryan whisper in his ear.
He found himself stretched out in Ryan’s arms, hard cock brushing against the entrance to his hot, tight ass. Tim’s oiled cock slowly pushed inside of Ryan in one smooth stroke. Their lips met. Except for the melding of their two bodies into one, nothing else mattered.
Tim made love to Ryan with long strokes of his cock, massaging his prostate on every inward stroke. While lips and tongues explored each other, Tim felt his ass gripped hard by both Ryan’s hands.
Passion and cum building inside him, Tim quickened the pace of his lovemaking. Soft moans escaped both their hungry mouths as the heat built inside them.
Feeling a strong tingle inside him that spread outward, Tim knew he could hold back no longer. A loud cry, part moan, part whimper, escaped his lips, which were quickly muffled by Ryan’s own. As hot cum surged from deep inside Tim into his lover’s waiting ass, he felt his felt his body gently caressed, then held as his orgasm subsided.
Slowly, he became away that Ryan was stroking his own hard cock as he held Tim in his arms. Without a word, he shifted position until the head of Ryan’s cock was pressing against his hole. Lowering himself, Tim felt Ryan slip easily inside him.
Once his cock was all the way in, Ryan reached out placing a hand on each of Tim’s ass cheeks. Together they made love for a second time.
Still semi-hard, Tim’s cock bounced a bit as he moved his ass up and down on Ryan’s cock, occasionally hitting Ryan’s tummy. The feel of having Ryan inside him, with their bodies as one, had Tim’s arousal level climbing again. Relaxing, he let Ryan set the pace and depth. Every rub of his tender prostate against the head of Ryan’s cock sent a little tingle through Tim, which began getting stronger as the pace slowly quickened.
Despite the water falling all around him, Tim felt his body getting hotter and hotter. He felt himself at the edge of bursting into flame but could not quite ignite. Slowly the heat would subside only to build again.
As Ryan quickened the pace even more, his strokes became shorter with the head of his cock rubbing against Tim’s prostate more and harder. Ryan was moaning softly. His climax building to its peak, Tim began to feel the familiar tingle once again deep inside himself as his body’s heat grew even stronger.
Surrendering to it, Tim felt himself suddenly shattering into a million pieces as an orgasm so strong enveloped his entire body. Soft whimpers of pain and pure pleasure escaped his lips. He felt Ryan’s cock expand inside him as spurts of hot cum splashed against the insides of his ass.
Collapsing into each other’s embrace, Tim and Ryan lay there catching their breath. Eventually, they finished Ryan’s shower, indulging in a soapy exploration of each other’s body as well.
After getting dressed, Ryan followed Tim back to his room. The rest of the weekend was spent getting to know each other, intimately.