The Hunger, Chapter 35: “I’ll Take Those Two”
Still naked, John slides open the door to the modest combination bath tub and shower, then bends over , adjusting the water temperature to the high end of warm as Chance stands behind him, his face sideways now on his back, arms around John’s waist, inhaling John, rubbing John’s ass cheeks, stroking against the grain of the fine hairs covering the fleshy globes. Chance liked how denser the hair was in the crack. He centered his hand over John’s crack, in a manner best described as “bowling Ball” style as he put his thumb at the higher end of the crack and his middle and two adjacent fingers over John’s rosebud, drawing the fingers inwards and upwards with light pressure sending an erotic chill up John’s spine as he stepped into the shower. Quickly John reaches for the mild and gentle liquid body wash that belonged to Charlene and dispensed generous amounts in his and Chance’s hands. Silently the two embraced under the gentle rain, exploring each other’s bodies, the soap lubricated hands gliding effortlessly over rippling back and chest muscles as their cocks hardened again, stiffening cocks rubbing amongst the soapy deluge.. They took turns being the doctor and the patient in the cleaning operation. No words were spoken, no kisses passed as each one took his turn pivoting as the other one attended to the scrubbing, sometimes seriously, when the arm pits were the focus, sometimes playfully, like when cock and balls were the soapy focus and sometimes gently, like when face and neck were the attention. Finally, one final application of the soapy liquid over hands, chest and groin as they then squeezed in tightly. Chance lowered his stance by planting his feet further apart so soapy cock would rub against soapy cock. Hands reaching behind, exploring each other’s ass crack and sensitive rosebud, probing fingers finding the welcoming orifices. The soapy friction was consuming the sanity of the moment as they now twisted and writhed, bodies still pressed, rubbing, rubbing together. John’s ass hole was the first to spasm as the second knuckle pressed in deeper, and for a split second John regained his senses enough to back away from Chance to utter the phrase:
“Hold it in, don’t shoot!” as the warm water washed the remains of the soapy bond the two had.
“Jesus that was intense” Chance said in amazement. All John could do was nod in agreement as he faced Chance, holding onto his shoulders at arm’s length, bent over, trying hard not to cum.
Finally John smiled and giggled and said:
“Damn Chance, you took me right to the edge, I was about to blindly jump.”
“So I still “have it” then, eh?” Chance inquired proudly as he exited the shower and turned. John smiled and said:
“Dude, you never lost it, you had me from day one” as John then landed his best finger flick, hitting Chance’s cock head with robotic-like accuracy dead center. Chance buckled over in mock pain, giggling, his cock deflating like the Hindenburg.
With towel wrapped waists, the two exited the bathroom, passing the naked girls in the hall, John quickly removes his towel to land a perfect towel snap on Lynette’s ass cheek as she screams before closing the door, the boys can hear them giggle. Chance goes over to the bed and drops his towel to continue air drying. He turns and falls on the mattress, facing the ceiling, arms now behind his head he gives a deep sigh. John quickly pounces, straddling Chance, imitating the Amazonian way, John’s hands strongly grasping Chance’s wrists, subduing Chance in a wrestle style way. They both look at each other smiling. John bends in, he bends down, he plants his nose deep in Chance’s thick dark pits. He licks them, nibbles them, and tugs on them with his teeth. He grinds his cock into Chance’s abs as he then releases his grip to caress Chance’s face as a gentle kiss is planted. Chance’s arms now encircle John as he flips him over, Chance on top, his knees straddling John now, Chance there, dangling, swaying, and now dripping. His tongue parts John’s lips exploring, searching. Tongues interlock, and then free themselves, flicker then dance. Chance’s body drops atop John. Cock now grinding into cock. His hands strongly holding John’s head as Chance delivers the most passionate kiss ever imagined.
Chest to chest,
Cock to cock,
Passions flamed,
The body rocked.
Fingers searched,
Eruptions grew.
Feelings now that they both knew.
“Jesus Chance, there you go again! John cries. “Making me want for more, you fucker! And I just had a shower too. John rubs Chance’s back. He then knows he wasn’t the only one turning into a sweaty glob.
“Lets get dressed and go outside” Chance suggests, pulling John up, and off the bed. They walk to the suitcase as Chance says:
“Wear anything you want, you got first pick.”
Chance unzips the large part; John quickly looks in and immediately points and says:
“I’ll take those two there.”
“The white linen shorts and turquoise shirt? I’ve already worn those, they need laundered, they got to be nasty.” Chance says.
“Not to me” John claims, as he tips his head backwards, covering his entire face with the shirt inhaling Chance’s essence remembering every second of those few minutes they had together there, at the counter in Mr. Davis’s store.
“Can I go commando in the shorts?” John asks innocently.
Chance smiles and nods then says:
“Freak”
John defensively says:
“Potato head”.
They dress quickly and make there way out to the porch, opening the door quietly, not to waken Mrs. Jones. They walk out to the driveway, past the truck and motorcycle. Chance remembers an old record his mother Marie often played. Chance says:
“Let’s walk up the road a bit, it’s nice out, need to air out my head too.”
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