Tangled Sheets (38 page)

But for Scott it was the man who was now grinding against him, the hair on his chest scraping pleasantly along Scott's back as he covered him with the broad expanse of his chest, his arms stretching over Scott's, his strong fingers holding Scott's wrists. The man's breath was hot and ragged on the back of his neck once more as he groaned with the desire that Scott's tonguing had roused in him. Scott waited, holding his breath, for the moment when the big cock that teased his asshole would enter it, filling him completely.

In Patrick's steam room, the man was bent over the table that was the centerpiece of the room. His legs were spread, and Patrick was concentrating on rubbing lube into the tight pucker of his asshole. Pink and clean, it was nestled between the round globes of the man's smooth buttocks like a small flower waiting for him to discover it.

His finger slipped into the man's opening, gliding in up to the knuckle. Patrick could feel the muscles of the man's sphincter contract around his hand, hugging him tightly. He turned his finger, loosening the man slightly, and began to thrust. The man rocked back, meeting his hand as it entered him from behind, his balls swinging between his legs as his cock bobbed untouched with the motion of his body.

Patrick removed his finger and pushed himself up against the man's backside, his cock snug in the valley of his ass. He reached around and pinched the man's tits in his fingers. As he did, his cock slipped down and into the waiting hole. Holding the man around the chest, he slid swiftly into him.

Patrick's cock entered Scott's ass, but it was the man's prick that he felt filling him. With one deft movement he was inside Scott's hungry tunnel, stretching it around his thick width. As the big head plowed past his prostate, Scott felt a stream of juice dribble from his dickhead. He reached down and smeared it into his palm, working his hand up and down his cock.

Scott pulled his legs forward so that he was on his knees, giving the man more room to move. The man pulled back, his dick leaving behind a pleasant sort of pain that reminded Scott of the man's size and made him anxious for its return. Using the first few inches of his prick, he teased the opening of Scott's ass, massaging the sensitive walls expertly until Scott was squirming and rubbing his face in the pillow.

Patrick was busy in his own world, his cock hammering the man's asshole mercilessly. The harder he fucked him, the more the man cried out for more, until Patrick was pounding his prick in quicker and quicker thrusts, each one bringing his balls into painful contact with the man's butt. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold off the tide that was threatening to break inside him.

The man, sensing that Scott was nearing the edge, began to fuck him in long strokes, giving him every inch of his big tool. At the same time, Scott was jerking his cock in time with the man's movements, his hand gliding over the layer of sticky ooze that slid from his dickhead.

As Patrick shot the first volley of his load into Scott's ass, he grabbed the man around the waist and drove his prick home, filling the man's shitter with cream. The man shot his own stream of cum in short bursts that coated the top of the table in fat drops, his balls pumping out round after round until they were empty, his voice crying out to God.

Scott came, too, the spunk streaming out over his hand as he pumped himself dry. Behind him, the man was moaning as his load emptied into Scott's chute in a shuddering orgasm. His thick piece tensed and released, twitching inside Scott's aching hole.

When it was over, Scott and Patrick lay exhausted and drained in each other's arms, each telling the other how good it had been. Then, rolling apart, each went to sleep dreaming about the perfect man.

I
could tell by the off-key singing and the thin mist of steam coming from beneath the bathroom door that Adam was taking a shower. I knew he was in a good mood because he was really letting loose, belting out the words in his deep voice as the water spattered against the plastic curtain. He always forgot to close it completely, and there was probably going to be a huge puddle on the floor by the time he was done. His clothes were scattered around the room, and the biology textbook on his desk was still opened to the same page it had been on when I left for my ancient history class an hour before.

Adam had transferred to Evans from another university at the beginning of the year, after being recruited by the baseball coach. We played on the team together, he in right field and I at second base, and we ended up living together when my original roommate dropped out after the first month. When Adam asked if he could move in, I was quick to say yes, since by then I had a major crush on him. But I also knew it was a big mistake.

The first time I'd seen Adam naked in the locker room I'd fallen for him. Closing in on six feet tall, he was the kind of guy you'd expect to see working shirtless in a cornfield somewhere in the Midwest, his skin tanned by days under the sun and his muscles tight from hard work. His light brown hair set off his startlingly blue-green eyes, and he had a slow, relaxed way of talking that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss his full lips and feel his hands running over my back. It didn't help any that he had a beautiful cock to go with the rest of him. Long and cut, it swung between his legs as he walked, the head hanging a couple of inches below his heavy, hairless balls. His ass was just as delicious, and it was all I could do not to reach out and touch the round curves of his cheeks every time he walked by me.

As I listened to the sounds of Adam showering, I began to picture how he would look doing it. I imagined the water running over his smooth, muscled chest and down his strong legs, the soap slipping around his cock and balls and falling in soft clouds as he lathered himself up. I saw his wet hair plastered to his forehead and knew just how it would smell if I nuzzled him behind the ear, what it would feel like to lick his neck. I wondered if he was playing with himself, his prick stiffening in his hand as he stroked it slowly, the water beating on his skin like fingers as he rubbed his balls. I could see the thick head of his dick swell as he pumped it full of heat, his hand gliding along the long shaft on a skin of soap.

As the picture in my mind grew more intense, my cock began to harden in my jeans. I rubbed it through my pants as I thought about Adam jerking off in the next room, pleasuring himself while he thought he was alone. I wanted to see him bring himself off, arching his back under the water as the long thread of warm, creamy cum I knew would shoot from his dick smacked against the tiles. Better yet, I wanted him to come on my face, his load covering my lips and neck with sweet jism that I could lick off and taste on my tongue.

The idea of it was too much. Checking to make sure the bathroom door was tightly closed, I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and slid them off. My prick strained against the cotton of my boxers, and there was a thick smear of cock juice staining the thin material where the head of my tool was leaking in anticipation. Removing my shirt, I lay down on my bed and spread my legs. My dick lay straight along my furry belly, the whiteness of its skin pale against the dark hair that surrounded it. My balls had pulled up against my body, and I worked them in one hand while I started to stroke my tool, urging a stream of silvery drool from the little pink lips of my bullet-shaped head. As I pumped my shaft I envisioned hot soapy water sliding down the crack of Adam's bare ass and how the heat would make his skin flush as the blood surged to the surface. I wanted to be standing behind him, rubbing the head of my dick along his crack, sliding it beneath his balls as I fucked him slowly between the legs.

I pictured Adam bending over in the shower, his golden ass cheeks parting to reveal his rosy pucker as he braced himself against the wall so that I could enter him. I could practically feel the warmth of him as I soaped my cock up and slipped it into his tight hole, sliding my prick up his chute in one long rush. I would put my arms around him to pull him tightly against me, and I knew how his nipples would feel in my fingers when I pinched them gently as I fucked him from behind, my hairy stomach slipping along his smooth back. It was so real that I started to groan as I got closer and closer to spilling over.

My fantasy seemed so real that I didn't hear Adam turn off the water. Just as I was about to come, I saw a shadow move as the bathroom door began to open. Quickly, I flipped over onto my stomach at the same moment that Adam walked in wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His prick made a sizable bulge under the white cloth, and I knew that only minutes before it had been hard and was still half-stiff from the workout he'd given it. My own cock, swollen and overheated, was pressed painfully against my groin as I pretended to be resting casually on the bed. I was still close to coming, and my balls were aching from the need to release their load.

Adam walked past me and slapped me roughly on the ass, just as if we were in the locker room after a practice. The touch of his hand on my butt sent me over the edge, and I blew my load in three giant spurts. I could feel warm cum squirting all over my belly and ground my face into my pillow as I tried not to moan out loud from the intense feeling crashing through me. I came so hard that my asshole was tensing and releasing as my balls emptied beneath me.

“So, what's going on?” Adam asked as he dropped his towel and pulled some underwear and jeans out of his dresser drawer.

I was still riding the wave of my orgasm and had to swallow a few times before I could answer him. “Not much,” I finally said, feeling the hot load beneath me soaking into the sheets and sticking to my hair. Adam didn't seem to notice that anything was out of the ordinary, and I wondered how the hell I was going to get up without him seeing the mess on my belly and dick. To make things worse, he came and stood right beside me while he pulled on his shorts, his big cock bouncing only inches from my face as he tucked it away.

“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked.

I cleared my head and tried to sound normal. “Nothing, I guess. Why?”

Adam sat on my bed and pulled on his socks, his ass only inches from where my prick was still burning from the force of my shots. I could feel the warmth of his skin and started to get hard again. “My dad has a vacation house on a lake about two hours from here,” he said. “I'm going up there, and he said I could bring someone along if I wanted to. Feel like coming along?”

While I'd certainly thought about it enough times, I'd never tried anything with Adam. There had been many nights when I'd lain only feet away from him with a raging hard-on, thinking about lifting the sheets and giving him the blow job of his life. And more than once I'd seen him in the showers after practice and had to leave before my stiffening cock betrayed what I was thinking about doing to his sweet ass. But I'd always been too scared to actually approach him, and now with summer closing in on the school year, my chances were running out. A weekend in a house with him seemed like a perfect opportunity, even if his mother and father would be there.

“Sure, I'd like to meet your parents,” I said.

“Oh, it'll just be my dad,” Adam said. “My folks divorced when I was seven.”

Great,
I thought.
It's going to be a father-and-son weekend and I'll be spending it trying to get into Junior's pants.
I could just see it, meeting Adam's father and saying, “It's really nice of you to invite me up, sir. Do you mind if I suck off your son in your house later on?” Fortunately, Adam got up then and sat down to study some more and I was able to get up and into the bathroom before he could see the cum stain on my stomach. A quick shower of my own and another round of beating off, and he never knew anything had happened.

Friday afternoon we cut our last two classes and drove the three hours up to the house. The whole time we were on the road, I kept thinking of ways to get my hands on Adam's body. I pictured doing him in the woods near the lake or on the living-room floor while his father slept. I even fantasized that maybe we'd have to share a bed. A couple of times my hard-on poked against my jeans and I had to think about something else to keep from giving myself away.

When we got to the house, Adam pulled in and honked his horn in greeting. A man came out from behind the house and waved. “That's Dad,” Adam said as he pulled to a stop. “Don't worry if he seems a little surprised at seeing you. I think he thought I was bringing a girlfriend with me or something.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said, punching him in the arm. “I'll just tell him that we're special friends. That should really make him happy.” Adam just grinned wickedly and opened the door. “Come on,” he said. “It won't be so bad.” I got out and followed him, wondering for the first time why it was Adam hadn't brought a girl with him. There certainly were enough who would have come in a second if he'd asked. My spirits rose as I let myself think that maybe he was interested in me after all.

But first I had to get past his father. In his early forties, Jake Hendricks was simply an older version of his son. He was a little taller and a little broader in the shoulders, but he had the same blue-green eyes and the same light brown hair, although his was cut shorter than Adam's and was beginning to gray at the sides. Adam had once told me his father owned a construction company, and it was easy to picture him walking around a building site barking out instructions. When Adam introduced us he grasped my hand in a firm grip and smiled as he shook it, his lip curled up in the same way Adam's did. I could easily picture Adam looking just like him in twenty years.

“Good to meet you, Tom,” he said evenly. “I wondered who Adam would bring with him.”

“Thanks, Mr. Hendricks,” I said, hoping he wasn't going to ask what his son was doing bringing another guy home. “It's nice to be here.”

We went inside, and my first fantasy crumbled to dust as Adam took his bag into one bedroom and pointed down the hall to where I would sleep. Not only were we not going to share a bed, we weren't even going to share a room. Dejected, I walked down what seemed an endless hallway and into my room. Large and airy, it had a big bed and a window that opened out on a view of the lake. I sat on the bed and was thankful that it didn't squeak. Since it seemed the only action I was going to get all weekend was going to be with my fist, it was nice to know the whole house wouldn't hear me beating off alone.

While I was having a great time, it became clear very quickly that my plans for a sex-filled weekend were not going to happen. I tried several times over the next two days to be alone with Adam, but it seemed doomed. Sunday night came much too quickly. That night, Mr. Hendricks cooked steaks outside and we sat on the big screened-in porch eating while the sun settled into the lake, turning it into a pool of copper fire. Jake treated us like two best friends, and it was relaxing to just sit drinking beer with two other guys so far from anyone else. The beer even made me a little bold, and I decided that after dinner I was going to try to get Adam alone.

When we were done eating, I stood up and stretched. “That was really great, Jake,” I said cheerfully. “I think I'm going to take a walk and work a little of it off. You want to come, Adam?”

Adam shook his head. “No. I think I'm going to head up to bed. We have to leave pretty early tomorrow if we're going to make our first class, and I'm really tired.”

I saw my last chance go up in smoke. After a long dejected walk by the lake, where I must have thrown half of the stones on the shore back into the water, I wandered back to the house. It was dark, and I figured Adam and Jake were both in bed. Pausing outside Adam's door, I heard his rhythmic breathing. I listened for a minute before finally going into my own room alone. Undressing, I went and stood at the window, looking out at the streaks of silver moonshine slipping over the black waves.

Just as I was about to turn around and go to bed, I felt someone come up behind me. Arms went around my waist and I was pulled back against a hard, rippled stomach. Warm breath tickled my neck, and then there was a tongue running along my skin. The hands caressing my body slipped between my legs and started playing with my cock and balls.

“I thought I heard you come back in,” a voice whispered low in my ear. “I've been waiting for you.”

I couldn't believe it. After all this time, my fantasy about Adam was coming true. My cock hardened quickly as his strong fingers stroked it in long, slow movements and his mouth worked its way over my neck, kissing me gently. I could feel the soft hairs on his arms rasp against my skin as he held me. He was naked, and as he slid his body up and down my ass, I felt his prick swelling against me, thick and warm. It was just like I'd imagined, only now it was real, hot flesh that touched my skin. I wanted him in my mouth.

Turning around, I dropped to my knees in the darkness, anxious to taste Adam's big dick. I reached for his stiff pole and wrapped my hand around it. It was a lot larger than I had imagined it being, and it was a stretch even to get my fingers all the way around the rock-hard shaft. I held him in my hand for a moment, feeling his hardness, then leaned forward and kissed the soft skin of his balls, breathing in his scent as I started to lick his cock from the root up the shaft. When I reached the head I sucked it gently, running my tongue around the ridge. “I've been waiting a long time for this,” I said, looking up at him from my position at his feet.