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Playing The Ponies, Part II ***************************PART 2************************** ........continuation of "Playing the Ponies"............... We pulled into the truckstop and headed straight for the showers. I noticed that each stall was private and had a frosted-glass door, so I quietly asked Taylor if he wanted to shower together in the same one. He looked like he wanted to and was about to say yes, but just then a burly trucker-type came around the corner and Taylor said, "I'll meet you out in the restaurant, Chris." Too bad, I said to myself. I had really wanted to be the one to wash the evidence of last night's sex off of his beautiful young body. But I understood. He was still very self-conscious about his feelings towards me. I was in the middle of soaping up when my stall door opened and Taylor jumped inside. "My hot water doesn't work!" he complained. "I stood there hoping it would warm up but it just got colder and colder! I was about to freeze!" His lank, wet hair and the sparkling beads of water all over his body were very sexy. His skin was covered with goose bumps and his balls had drawn up. He was shaking all over. My water was very hot, so I pulled Taylor to me and turned us around so that the steamy spray showered his back and buttocks. I hugged him tight, letting the heat of my water- warmed body transfer into him, and he buried his icy face in the crook of my neck, pressing his cold nose firmly against my skin. I started rubbing my hands up and down along his flanks to warm him up faster. As I did it, I felt my cock beginning to harden. It inevitably brushed Taylor's dick on the way up, and his began to harden as well. Taylor raised his head from my neck and looked at me. I could see it in his large, naturally seductive eyes that he enjoyed being with me, and that he wanted me. But at the same time he was very nervous about the whole thing. I decided that if I took it slow, he would probably relax a bit. I grabbed the bar of soap, and worked my hands over his body, starting with his chest. He didn't have large pecs, but they were very firm. He had no chest hair at all, and just a very faint happy trail that started at his belly button. He closed his eyes while I lathered his shoulders, neck, and upper arms. I noticed that the spray of the water was washing the lather down his stomach and into the soft mat of hair surrounding his cock. It was maddening! I began to work the soap lower and lower until I was caressing the outside of his narrow hips, and then I reached around to his firm butt. I felt his muscles tense under my gentle touch. Unsurprisingly, my cock was now at full attention. But his was still at half-mast. I knew how to fix that! Remembering how much he had enjoyed it last night, I lightly fingered his asshole. This brought his cock to full hardness and I felt Taylor lean against me. He could hardly stand up under the pleasure that my fingering gave him. Still taking his cues from me, he now reached around my butt and started to finger me as well. I wanted to turn him around and shove myself into his ass right now, but I didn't think he was quite ready to take that step yet. "Oh, Chris!" he murmured. "Shhhhhh!", I whispered. "You don't know who might be out in the hall. They could overhear you!" There was an opening above the top of the stall that joined it to the main shower hallway, so privacy was no guarantee. The last thing we needed was to get beaten to a pulp by a mob of homophobic truckers. I shouldn't have said anything, because Taylor stopped fingering me immediately and became nervous all over again. Okay. Back to the lathering for a while then. I turned him around, knelt down, and started lathering his thin, sexy calves, then began working my way up to his thighs. When I reached the back of his knees, Taylor let out a soft laugh. "That tickles!" he said breathlessly. An idea came to me then. Its not something I had ever done before, but his ass had been washed so clean that I decided to go for it. I dropped the soap and put a hand on each of his buttocks, spreading them apart to reveal his glorious boy hole. It was tender and pink, and squeezed shut so tightly that its doubtful if even a pencil could have entered. "Relax, Taylor. Just relax your muscles. That's it." "What are you going to do?" he asked timidly. "Just wait....you'll see." I pushed my face up to his ass and extended that good ol' feline tongue of mine. When the tip of it's erotically scratchy surface contacted the ultra-sensitive flesh of Taylor's boy hole, he almost collapsed against the side of the stall. I played my tongue all around the outside of his ass, and then began to tentatively insert it, at first just a fraction of an inch. It slipped in easily, but then Taylor's muscles tensed and my tongue was squeezed right out! On my second try I was able to get my tongue in a little bit farther before he was unable to control his anal muscles and forced it back out. To give him something else to concentrate on, I reached around to grab his big balls. As I did, I noticed that one of his hands was down there already, massaging his dick relentlessly. Now with my tongue in his ass, one of my hands on his butt, my other hand on his balls (and rhythmically fondling), and his own hand rubbing his cock, Taylor was in complete and total bliss. I squirmed my tongue around inside him as best I could to give him the full benefit of its sandpapery texture. It was an extraordinary sensation for me...having my tongue in a boy's ass. And the only detectable taste was a hint of Irish Spring soap. Taylor was nearly going out of his mind, and having to keep quiet was unbearable for him. He silently rode the building waves of his sexual storm until it finally overcame him and he ejaculated all over the back of the shower stall. I didn't see it, but I could feel it happening to him through my hand on his balls and my tongue in his ass. His anal muscles squeezed down on my tongue again, but this time it was in too far to be squeezed out. I thought for a second it would be severed, the pressure was so great, but after a few seconds I was able to pull it out intact though a bit sore. Taylor collapsed to the floor of the stall, breathing heavily and unable to stand in the aftermath of his climax. My tongue hurt, but not half as bad as my cock ached for satisfaction. The way Taylor was kneeling on the stall floor, his mouth was at perfect cock-sucking level, so I walked up and pressed myself against him. He took me inside right away, putting as much of my cock into his mouth as possible. Then something terrible happened. After he had only been sucking me for few seconds, I felt the temperature of the water slowly begin to change. It was getting colder! It was only going to be about another thirty seconds before it would be too cold to stand under! Taylor sensed it too, and looked up at me questioningly. "Damn it!" I muttered. Taylor stopped his blow job and stood up. My dick was already beginning to soften under the threat of the impending ice shower. We had to get out. I grabbed my towel from where it was hung over the stall door and walked out first. There was no one in the hall, so I motioned for Taylor to come out too. As I got dressed, I couldn't stop thinking about the orgasm I had just been denied by the truck stop's insufficient hot water heater. God how it pissed me off! What was I going to do now? If I didn't get off, I would be unbelievably horny all day long! Taylor, sensing my frustration, came over to me. "I know what you're going through right now Chris. Don't worry about it. Lets get some breakfast and then I'll get you in the truck on the way to the horse track. You can drive." Instantly my hard-on was back. Just the thought of getting road head from Taylor was nearly orgasmic on its own. All I had to do now was make it through breakfast. We finished getting dressed and went out to the restaurant section. The place was busy, so it took a long time to get our food. The minutes passed painfully slowly, but we finally paid our check and left. I got into the driver's seat of Taylor's Bronco and cranked it up. Taylor smiled at me as I took off out of the parking at record speed and tore out onto the highway. Taylor wasted no time in leaning over and releasing my rock hard penis from my pants. Luckily I had a button-fly, because this was certainly no time for zippers! His delicate but strong hand moved down and over my cock and balls with the excruciatingly slow pace only possible of someone that has already been satisfied. My driving became increasingly erratic as Taylor finally parted his luscious red lips and lowered his sweet boyish mouth over my waiting cock. He slid up and down on me perfectly, quickly bringing me to the edge of pure joy. And with one final, deep, delicious descent of his mouth, I came. The sensation was overwhelming and I nearly lost control of the car. Taylor kept on sucking and swallowed every bit of my cum! "I didn't want you to get it all over yourself, after you had just cleaned yourself up!" he laughed after returning to his seat. "Thanks," I smiled. "And I don't just mean for the cleanliness of it." "You're welcome. And thank you too," Taylor said. "What you did in the shower back there..... It was unbelievable!" "I'd never done that before," I answered honestly. "Never? Then why did you do it today?" "Because, Taylor, I can't resist you! Any part of you! I want you all to myself, and I want ALL of you!" "No kidding. You've made that plain enough." "There's no point in denying it Taylor. I know how you love it. You've got to accept it. Give in fully. There's no shame in it at all." He looked over at me and I could see that he still had a little shred of doubt. Not to worry, I had plenty of time to snuff that out before this weekend was over! After I was able to stuff my cock back into my pants, the trip went smoothly the rest of the way to Churchill Downs, probably because we didn't talk about our relationship. Taylor read from a Racing Forum we had picked up at the truck stop, and we talked about the horses that we planned on backing for the early races and for the Kentucky Derby itself. Arriving at the track, we noticed it was still a little early and there were only a few people there. We parked, went in, and decided to go down to the stables before finding our seats, in order to get a better look at the horses. While walking down the paddock trail, I noticed that Taylor was holding my hand, and I wondered if he realized it. Yes, we had certainly come (or cum) a long way in the past 24 hours. I couldn't wait to see what the next 24 would bring! Next time: Horseflesh can be a powerful aphrodisiac!...Its time for the call to post.