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Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Shower Buddies By Nathan Harvey All through High School the only class I dreaded was gym. At first it was because I was so bad in sports that nobody wanted me on their team. Billy, the best player in class, had dubbed me ‘Graceful’ because I was so clumsy and that name had caught on---even the gym teacher had started calling me graceful.. In my senior year, that was to prove to be the least of my troubles. Just the thought of being naked with all those guys in our big communal shower sent shivers of terror down my spine. I lived in constant fear of springing a hard-on around all those wet, naked, sexy guys. Gym was just getting more unbearable by the week. It was the last day of school before Christmas break, when what I’d been afraid of finally happened. My world as I knew it was about to change forever. Gym had started out by my being a disaster on the court. I had managed single-handedly to lose the game for our team. Not wanting to face the guys in the locker room, I hung back as long as I could before hitting the showers, waiting until most of the guys had cleared out. Stripping my suit and jock off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I slipped into the showers. Of all people still there it just had to be Billy and his two cohorts playing grab ass. Kyle and Steven were weaving and dogging and their cocks were flying every which way. Now to know what I was feeling you would have to see Billy Watson. He was about the same height as me, but he was gorgeous with short blond hair that kind of kinked around, trying to curl on his head. As for his body--well, some guys had baby fat and some guys were like rails, but Billy he had everything--and all in all the right places. The thing that made him extra special in my eyes was the equipment that hung between his legs. He had a cock to die for, it was big soft and I just knew when he had an erection his cock must be massive. He had to be perfect in every sense of the word. He was the kind of guy I dreamed of surrendering my body to someday. I would—well--I would go to bed and fantasize about him shoving that monster cock up my ass. Now, feeling the hot rush in my groin, I knew I was in big trouble. I gripped my towel even tighter now, as they began circling around me. One of them reached over quickly and ripped my towel off. My worst nightmare was now coming true. As the towel fell to the wet floor, I suddenly was standing there naked with my hard cock exposed to god and everyone. Then they began laughing and hooting and really began to razz me, calling me a queer. Trying to push my way through them, Kyle began groping my ass asking what my hurry was--didn’t I want to stay and play with them? Pulling and twisting away from his hand squeezing my ass, Billy then grabbed hold of my boner like it was some kind of leash and began dragging me over to the corner of the showers. Then pushing me to my knees, he said he wanted me to show them a good time. Holding his hard drooling cock in his right hand and taking my head in his left, he began wiping my lips with the precum from his drooling cock. Suddenly this was no game now, Billy’s hormones were now in overdrive with a lust for a conquest. There was no more teasing now, and he had this almost animal expression on his face. As he kept working his cock across my lips, I could taste his precum as the top of his cock moved back and forth, spreading its fluid like an elixir of ecstasy. He was holding his hard drooling cock, and it was alive and hungry for sex, not caring who or what was going to bring it to climax. Kyle was watching all this and seeing Billy in heat, began goading Billy to shove it in my mouth. Then almost on cue, Billy began working his cock between my lips. Almost like I was under his spell, I opened my lips and his cock slid into my mouth. Suddenly the shower room went quiet as the three of them watched Billy’s shaft sink ever deeper into my throat. In stunned silence the boys watched as Billy stood there, legs spread and holding my head as he began fucking my mouth like a wild man. One of his boys suddenly shouted to Billy that we were all going to get our asses in a jam maybe even sent to jail for rape. Billy didn’t even care now, because he was off in another world. Gagging and choking me with every thrust, he just kept pounding at my face, pushing his cock deeper into me until at last, he had driven the tip of his cock deep into my throat with its base against my lips. His whole body seemed to come alive as his balls slammed into my chin, and in a hoarse voice he kept telling me to take it all. More in shock than anything over what I was doing, I felt my throat working around his cock and my mouth on fire from the friction of his cock. There was no way either of us was going to stop what we were doing. The only sound in the room now was the sound of the running showers and my slurping and sucking Billy’s cock. It was like my mouth was on fire as Billy worked his cock in against my cheeks and down my throat. Feeling his cock growing even bigger, I knew he was ready to blow his load. Then ramming his cock deeper into my throat until my face pushed into his wet pubic hair, ropes of cum began shooting into my throat. From that minute on I had accepted what I was. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Billy dragging the shower bench over telling Steve to help put me on it saying--anyone that will go down on the pole would take it in the hole. Steven was the first to recover from the shock of what was going on and as soon as they had me on the bench, he was gagging me with this towel. That was when Billy began spreading my legs saying he was going to be the one that was going to get my cherry. Unable to make a sound with the gag in my mouth, I remained conspicuously silent as I felt Billy’s fingers smearing soap on my ass. Then his soapy fingers began working and stretching my asshole. I lifted my legs even higher for him as he began working his cock into my ass. At first there was this terrible pain as he entered my ass, and I wanted to scream from the pain, but as Billy began slowly working my ass, my body began accepting him—I was making room for his cock. Laying there my back on that narrow bench with Billy’s cock working my ass, my pain had turned to a craving now, and looking up at Kevin who was holding my arms, I looked at his smooth, hairless body glistening with sweat. This view coupled with feeling Billy pumping his cock into me, I began spewing my load all over my chest. Seeing me getting it off without even touching myself, Billy cried out to the others, “Mikey likes me fucking him; see he really likes it.” There was no way back now. I liked what he was doing to me and now they all knew it. I was more than a willing participant now; I was now a bitch in heat. No sooner had Billy’s cock exploded in my gut and he was out of my ass, than I just stayed there with my legs spread wide, waiting for Kyle to take his turn at fucking me. While I was still looking at Kyle’s long, slim shaft in eager anticipation, Kyle said, “Our little cunt wants me to fuck him”, and breaking into a big grin saying he was more than willing to fuck my ass. Straddling my legs and pulling me up, his cock now slid easily into my ass. Moaning in pleasure when he had his cock deep inside me, he then began hammering my ass. About then Steven who was standing over me, let lose his load of cum. The load sprayed the entire length of my chest. From then on it turned into an orgy with each taking turns with me like some tag team. It was when we heard the last closing bell that Billy pulled me to my feet saying we’d better get our asses out of here before the janitor made his rounds. Billy began warning me that I’d better keep my mouth shut or every guy in school would want to fuck me if they new I was gay. Knowing that I had as much to lose as they did, I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone. Grinning at me Billy said they would give me all the fucking I wanted. Quickly rinsing the cum off of myself and following behind them into the dressing room, we were startled by a figure standing there in the doorway. When he entered we could see it was Mr. Carlson the janitor. He’d come to collect the dirty towels from gym class. Billy told him he had lost a contact lens in the showers and we all had been looking for it. Janitor Carlson just glared at us all there naked, then told us to get dressed and get the hell out or he would have us all arrested. After dressing and hurrying from the building Steven asked, “Do you think he’s going to call the cops on us?” Billy just laughed saying, “The old bastard knew damn well we were fucking Mikey. You could smell sex all over the room. He was just mad he didn’t get his.” Trying to keep my corn holed ass from hurting too much, I moved carefully down the steps. Billy groped my ass telling me he was going to take real good care of his little shower buddy. He then told me he would drive me home. He then told Kyle and Steve to get in the back seat. Billy held the door for me on the passenger side and then walked to the driver’s side and climbed in. Looking over at me and winking, he said, “Your ass belongs to us now Mikey”, and looking back he told the boys, “You got that boys, Mikey is our cunt now”. After dropping Kyle and Steven off, when just he and I where alone, he asked if I wanted to come home with him for a while. Looking over at him and seeing the bulge in his pants, I said if I could call my folks and tell them I would be home late. Laughing and massaging his crotch he said, “Done Baby.” Turning at the next street he pulled into the basement parking area of the Gateway condos. After parking and sliding out, he said his folks would be gone for a week, so he had the place to himself. He led me over to the elevator and we took it to the fifth floor. It was my first time in the Gateway and I thought it was the most gorgeous place I’d ever seen. He just laughed and told me that after a while, I’d get used to it. He swiped his card into the electronic lock, then as the door swung open and we stepped inside. Looking around I felt like I was in some kind of palace, everything was so beautiful. I then felt his arms going around me suddenly, pulling me to him. This wasn’t like I thought it would be. I had never expected Billy to actually make love to me. Then as our lips met, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. We did this tongue dance that seemed to suck the very air out of my lungs. Suddenly his hands were all over me, stripping off my clothes. When he had me naked, he began stripped his off his clothes too, and pulling me down to the floor, he begged me to fuck him. He pulled me on top of him, then again began begging and pleading as I lay there on top of him. He spread his legs, letting my legs drop between his. Then lifting his hips almost groping for my cock with his ass, I could feel my cock rise up between his cheeks. My head was now spinning—never would I have thought of fucking Billy, but now I was consumed with a desire to possess him as he had me. Whispering to me telling me how to wet my cock with spit, I followed his commands. He then raised his hips hooking his legs over my shoulders saying, “Now Baby--just like I did to you.” Seeing his smooth naked body bent into this position against the plush carpet, his blond hair spread all around, he was mine for the taking. Looking into that beautiful, perfect face his eyes had become glassy with lust as he begged me to fuck him. Moving forward and centering my cock on his quivering asshole and pushing, it was like his body had begun pulling me in. It was wild as my cock pushed deeper into that hot tunnel of delight. His eyes seemed to light up as he begged for all of me. My cock now seemed to have taken control of my mind and feeling this burning need to possess his body rearing up, I was now consumed by lust. I began driving my cock into Billy’s ass like some wild animal rutting his bitch. Billy’s body was now quivering in excitement, and at the height of it all, my balls felt like they were going to explode. Dropping on top of him forcing even more of my cock deep into him, my balls finally erupted. As I filled him with my cum, he began kissing me telling me that he knew I was going to be wonderful. I was totally spent now, and he pulled me up to a seated position on his chest and began tonguing my cock. Needing no encouragement now, I began sliding my cock into his mouth. He sucked it down past his mouth and he began working it with his throat muscles. Only when he’d sucked me dry, did he roll me over and lifting my legs asked if I was ready for some more loving. Giggling like some damn schoolgirl, I said whenever my man was ready. With that no sooner out of my mouth, I heard the sound of him spitting and then seconds later felt his finger in my ass lubing me up. Raising my hips up to welcome him into my body, when he entered me it hurt at first, but soon I was in heaven. That evening I learned what it was like to have a lover, to be a lover. In those following months of school we experienced this love that was perfection. We both knew it would come to an end, but we wanted all we could have for as long as we could have it. As for Kyle and Steve they still thought that Billy was the stud, the one that had conquered me. It was better left that way for both of us. Seven months later at our Graduation as I walked across that stage, I was ready for the world. I knew who I was and what I wanted thanks to Billy. It was with a deep sadness that I knew we could never be together but for that brief period in time, he’d belonged to me. We did meet just once after graduation. It was a stolen weekend and we stayed at his parent’s place and then we parted. Neither of us wanted to say goodbye, but there was nothing we could do. He had his life all programmed for him, first a good collage, then marriage and finally taking his place with his father in business. For the summer I piddled around working at various jobs and finally wanting to lead a real life, I moved to Chicago where I could be openly gay. Locating on the Near North Side, I found this new lifestyle exciting and wonderful. From time to time my folks would send me a clippings about Billy Winston, that he was caption of the football team at Harvard, that he was an honor student. Then the one announcing his marriage to Megan McCarthy, a wealthy Boston socialite. The article went on to say that he would be living and working in Boston at the McCarthy export and import business. After settling back and reading the article, this loneliness came over me. I guess the first man you love will always be the one you remember. Billy was always somewhere in my thoughts, if I would bed down with some handsome blond stud, I would think of Billy and how he had taught me to love. Still, all things considered, I had a great life--a good job and I had lots of lovers. I really had nothing to complain about. Then when this AIDS thing came up, everyone was afraid of making love. In those next five years I somehow found I had become a lonely middle-aged man. Even now twenty years after our affair, on evenings before the fire sometimes I would have a glass of wine and remember how I had loved that boy. It was strange--no matter how many affairs I’d had, I never felt the love I felt for my Billy. It was only when I needed to return home to settle my parents’ estate that I began thinking of moving back to South Bend. True, the house wasn’t much and the money was almost non-existent, but with my stock options and savings I had faired well. Then with what I could get out of my Chicago condo, I would not be too hard pressed to have something to live on. Middle age isn’t so bad if you have a little money set aside. The one bright spot was when I’d bought my condo, buying one’s apartments was a new thing and no one trusted the agents. Now it was a common practice, and I found my place worth far more than I’d ever expected. It is always a sad day to give your notice and begin liquidating your holdings put in for retirement. It is like giving up your youth, but the beauty and glamour of the city was gone now, gay life was not that gay anymore--at least not as I remembered it. I had few regrets in my life. I had lived it to it’s fullest, loved it to it’s fullest and I was still healthy. I felt sorry for the new beautiful boys arriving in the city only to be met with the new restrictions on love, never feeling that warm wonderful expression of love as your lover’s fluid fills your gut with warmth. Never would these young stallions ride their lovers bareback safely again, never to taste the fluid of their lover. No indeed, I would not miss the new gay life. As my things were being boxed and crated I had to laugh, I remembered how Billy said, “You’ll get used to all those things” Yes, those things that I had been so impressed by. How true that was. I had quite the art collection now and in my quest for beauty, I had found that Chicago estate sales were a gold mine for lovely things. If I do say so, I was now damn ‘piss elegant’. Loading up my Sebring with a few necessities I would need, I arranged for Nationwide to pack the furniture and the rest of my things for storage. There were new decisions, choices to make. I found myself heading in the direction of South Bend--I was going home again. Driving into the city, I was amazed at the changes. The new airport, all the one-way streets, and passing by old Central High, it was now closed and being used as apartments. How well remembered my deflowering there. If only we could turn time back. I think the biggest shock was how the downtown had changed. Pulling by the Leathers bar, I was glad to see at least it was still open. I though I just might go there tonight. Turning down my parents’ street, I was stunned to see how shabby the neighborhood had really gotten. Well, South Bend was just like all the rest of the cities, destroyed by the middle class flight to the suburbs, leaving behind the blacks and poor white trash. After parking and unlocking the house, as I walked through the rooms it felt so strange. Whoever said you could never go home again was right. Over the years they had painted and remodeled and changed, until this was no longer resembled my old home. Suddenly, the phone ringing startled me. It was some women asking if a Mr. Michael Cain lived there, or if I knew how he could be reached. Laughing saying I was Mr. Cain and suddenly this voice began laughing saying, “Hi Mikey, this is Kyle, remember me?” I responded, “Kyle, Kyle Carlson? How in the hell could I ever forget you, you fucker.” Then he said he was calling about the school reunion and wanted to know if I was going to attend. Saying I hadn’t planned on it he said, “Billy will be there”. Then I knew I would go if just to see him--to see my lover again. Telling him I would love to hear about what all was going on in town, I asked him to meet me for dinner, my treat, and perhaps a few drinks. Taking my time showering stepping out of the little cubical, I remembered back to when I first met my Shower Buddies. Turning and checking myself out in the door mirror I was glad over the years I had kept in shape. Not bad I though for middle aged auntie, but of course most of us kept our bodies up. If you wanted to trick out, you needed a good body and expensive, well-tailored clothes to preserve the image when the blush of youth faded. Putting the finishing touches on my hair, I was glad I had never resorted to covering up the gray. I earned every last gray hair on my head and I was glad I had enough hair to get gray. At best I would say I was well preserved, at worst I would say I had become distinguished. I wondered how much Billy had changed over the years. In my mind he was still young and beautiful as ever. I was anxious, so I was early when I pulled into the Marriott. I had decided we would eat there and then we could walk to the bar. Making my way up to the restaurant, I wanted to be there when Kyle came in. Passing by this guy to check out if my reservations were ready, I heard someone calling my name. Turning I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was this chunky balding little man in this ill-fitting suit that looked like some redneck in a combination marrying and burying suit. Then, looking into his eyes, I saw deep inside them, someone I remembered--it was Kyle. I flashed him my best, brightest smile, trying not to show my shock at his appearance. Saying all those things you say to someone that has not aged, we began to relax. Kyle was obviously feeling out of place here and wearing a suit and tie, but forged ahead anyway, following the headwaiter to our table. As we sat studying the menu, he kept eyeing my ring and finally asked if it was real. Telling him it was a gift from an old lover; he almost choked on the bread he was scarfing down. Since he was undecided, I ordered for both of us with a little wine as our beverage, saying we would have our coffee with desert. I am sorry to say the meal was rather pretentious and not very good, but he ate declaring everything delicious. Through full mouths of food, I learned that Steven had passed away several years ago in an auto accident after a night with the boys. He left a wife and six kids. Well remembering back--he was quite the little fucker. Then he said that Bobby was in town at his condo. I asked Kyle if his family came with him. Kyle said that he didn’t know, that no one else had ever answered the phone. Thinking that sounded strange, I said perhaps the family was traveling. When the check came, Kyle make a great flourish to get it but made sure I ended up with it. A little clumsy, but I understood--the meal probably cost more than he made in a week. Laughing I told him we could buy drinks at the Leathers. Blushing and looking up Kyle said, “But Mikey, that’s a gay bar.” Laughing, I said, “Yes, and if you remember Kyle, I’m gay. You even fucked my ass once.” Turning as read as a beet, as several people turned to look, I had to laugh at how small a town South Bend still was. Leading the way out and paying our bill, we headed to the Leathers. It was an eerie feeling walking through the deserted streets. I could remember Robertson’s and how the windows would be lit with all those wonderful clothes and then Wheelock’s full of glass and crystal and china, The Marshall Fields and Bloomindales of South Bend. All that was gone now. At last we were at the Leathers. Pulling open the door, we stood so I could check out the action. This was the only place that hadn’t changed, but seeing the young things dancing and making out, I knew it was me that had changed. Seeing two stools at the bar, we headed in that direction. I could feel the eyes checking me out more than I saw them looking at us and I knew they must be wondering what I would be doing there with Kyle. After ordering two beers from the rather cute bartender, he gave me that look and I didn’t feel nearly as old as I was. I still had some draw. As we talked, Kyle filled me in on the town, who was in and who was out and mostly everyone that was anyone was going to be at the reunion. I told him I would go, that it would be interesting to see the old crowd again. I knew the only reason I was going was to see Billy again. Now that Kyle knew I was sold he on going, he began looking at his watch saying he had to get home. His wife would be furious with him for staying out so late. Telling him I was going to stay for a while, I said that I would send him a check for the tickets. Kyle abruptly slid off the stool, so eager to get out of the place, he almost ran out of the bar. The bartender asked if my friend was coming back. Laughing, I said, “Would you believe he was one of the first three kids ever to fuck my ass in High School?” Laughing, the bartender said, “He must have looked a lot better then, because he’s sure a dog now.” He cleared the glass and began wiping the bar. Giving me the once over he said if I was free tonight he would be glad to have me up to his place for a nightcap. Then I felt this hand on my back and someone behind me saying, “Your ass belongs to me Mikey!” Whirling around I couldn’t believe my eyes, he was older, and his blond hair now white, but he was still my Billy. Wrapping my arms around him and giving him a long hard kiss, I felt like Dorothy in Oz. Sputtering, how, why, when--he began laughing saying he’d come home. Sliding onto the stool, the bartender set him up with a Coors asking if he wanted it on his tab. Looking around at him he grinned saying, yes he was a regular here now. As the evening passed, I heard the whole story. About his marriage, his failure at business how with nowhere to go, he came home to the only thing he had left, the family condo. As we talked, his hand moved to my leg and then to my crotch and as we leaned forward, we kissed again. It was like I was eighteen again and in love. Pulling me from the stool he said, “Let’s dance Baby.” Thinking back all those years how different our lives would have been—could have been-- if he’d been honest with himself and the world--that he was gay. Our dancing was dismal and laughing as each of us tried to lead he said, “Just like in sex—we’re going to have to take turns”. Finally in desperation, I told him he was a terrible dancer and let’s just go home and fuck. We picked my car and as we pulled into the parking garage of the Gateway condos. It wasn’t nearly as big or as grand as I’d remembered. As for the ride up in the elevator, I had remembered it as being so elegant, but it was now just worn and a bit dirty. Swiping his card into the electronic lock, as the door swung open, we I could see the empty rooms. But suddenly, I was in his arms and then as our lips met, my tongue forced it way into his mouth and we did our famous breath stealing tongue dance. Suddenly, I became the aggressor this time and my hands were all over him stripping off his clothes. When I had him naked, he began stripping me down and half walking, half staggering to the bedroom. We fell into his bed where he began begging me to fuck him. Lying there on top of him as he spread his legs, my cock slipped into his eager ass. To say we turned back the clock would not be accurate, it was more than obvious that many men had been there before me, but then hay honey, I wasn’t any Virgin Mary either. Plowing into that delicious hot ass of his, he began laughing, saying we both were in pretty damn good shape for all the mileage we had on us. To say we were now professionals would be an understatement. As soon as he felt me explode inside him, he began rolling me over saying it was time for him to take my ass for a test drive. All that night all the hunger and love and lust seemed to come out of us, until both of us were so exhausted we held each other and drifted off to sleep, still not wanting to let go of each other. We have now done what we should have done years ago, but then at the time we were afraid. Now at last we were a couple. We did go the reunion and it was as a couple, and surprisingly, now this was accepted. We now live in his condo and between the two of us we are quite comfortable, with my furniture and art and his condo we have everything we need—most importantly--we have each other. Comments welcome, Harveynate@AOL.com