A gay story: New Apartment/Roommate(s) Ch. 05 Our Sunday brunch was relaxed and blissful in the afterglow of sex. The days were starting to shorten and the temperatures were cooling slightly, even from just last weekend, but it was still warm for fall. The sky was clear and our view from this table was perfect, just a hint of color on the trees seventeen stories below.
Yesterday afternoon I met Dave at the airport in a rented SUV and we stopped by the big blue furniture store to pick out a dining table. By order of my lover, the analytical engineer, I had taken a couple of photos of the space showing a measuring tape to help us with our selection. The one we liked best is a high-top rectangular style and seats up to six. It now sits just against the stairs over at the far end of the living room nearest the side windows. There is a single hanging light fixture overhead which makes a perfect dining nook.
The table was assembled this morning because once we made it home we were all over each other. The weeks long absence and having saved up seven day’s worth of sperm meant we were both super horny. A mere ninety seconds after entering the apartment with the box we had helped each other out of our clothes and racing up the stairs. This morning though our initial desire was satiated, but having replaced dinner with sex we were famished. As I ate the eggs Dave made for us my thoughts moved between ogling his smooth chest to recalling the amazing rim job delivered as promised, then to some simmering feelings of guilt.
My bare ass felt sweaty on the new chair with the nervousness of my secret and I squirmed around a bit. Dave had already finished eating and was now leaned forward resting his elbows on the table. “Babe, is that chair uncomfortable? Mine seems okay.” I was starting to warm to the whole “Babe” thing, but it unsettled me a little more this time because of what I had to tell him. “Oh, no, the chair is fine, my ass is just a little sweaty.” pause, beat, beat. “Dave there is something I need to tell you.” There I had made the first step in affirming the No Secrets clause of our relationship pact.
Dave stiffened and sat up straight. It was the first time since we had known each other that I saw concern on his face from something I said. “Oh” Dave simply stated. I guess because of the awkward pause, my tone of voice and clouded countenance, now Dave started shifting uncomfortably in his own seat. “Spit it out Liam.” Dave’s tone was demanding and not with the same confidence I was accustomed to from him, more than apprehensive, maybe a little angry.
This negative response brought up my own fear that the weeks apart may have damaged our fledgling romance. I wasn’t sure how to begin, but I needed to start talking or this may go in a direction I hadn’t anticipated. “I want to tell you something… share some details, some things about me…” As my stilted sentence trailed off I dropped my gaze and stared at the empty plate. “Things that might jeopardize our roommate arrangements.” From the corner of my eye I saw Dave’s hand rise from the table forming a fist. My head shot up and caught his gaze. Now seeing him straight on I could tell the fist was meant to bang the table. Instead the flash of anger instantly changed to fear, likely the same fear ringing in my own head. The closed fist opened and Dave’s palm fell silently against the table next to his plate.
“Dave, remember just a few weeks ago we talked in this room about starting a relationship? You asked for no secrets. Well I’ve remembered things, about me, mostly about the past…” I stopped talking not ready to say the next few words. This gave Dave time to recover himself as well. His next gesture warmed me to the core. Lifting his hand from the table, he rotated it so reveal his open palm and slide it more than halfway toward me, inviting me to take hold with a slight flexing of his fingers. Accepting the gesture I slid my hand into his as I stifled the beginnings of a sob, clearing my throat before continuing. “and Harlan.”
There, it was said aloud and couldn’t be taken back. I looked into Dave’s eyes, he squeezed my hand with a reassuring gesture and took a big breath. “Oh, wow, okay, now my ass is a little sweaty in this chair.” There a flash of the Dave I know and it was my turn to take the deep breath. Dave then made me fall for him completely with his next words, “How about I clean up these dishes while you make us a couple of Bloody Marys or something, then we can put some chairs out on the balcony in the sun and you can tell me all about it.”
The drinks were ready about the same time Dave finished putting the dishes in the machine and wiping off the counter. I made them strong. Ascending the stairs Dave took an immediate right turn to open the glass sliding door from the landing to the balcony. Following with our glasses in hand, I set them on the floor and opened the slider into my room where I had a couple of those folding lawn chairs with drink holders. We were still naked. My insecurity making me feel exposed and vulnerable. I gathered up a pair of shorts and t-shirts for both of us and brought them outside. Dave looked confused when I handed him the clothes and reluctantly followed my lead in putting them on.
We each popped open a chair and instinctively set them facing one another. Dave then grabbed the drinks from were I’d left them and placed one in each drink holder. Once we were seated the silence lingered until Dave reached forward and softly placed a hand on my knee. “Take your time Liam, just know that I’m going to listen to every word before making any comments or judgements.” WOW, just WOW, where did I find this guy, I want him FOREVER. More tears to swallow and I took a long draw from the strong drink for a little Dutch courage. When I finally started talking it was almost a whisper. “I’m not sure where to start other than from the beginning, but it may take a hot minute to get to the bad bit.” Dave still had his hand on my knee and gave it a little reassuring squeeze.
After another deep breath and a second draw from the glass, I started talking. “I think it is apparent that you know Harlan better than I do even though I’ve known him longer. You were his roommate in college and lived with him day to day for a couple of years.” Dave nodded as I continued. “There was a time after high school that I found myself attracted to him, but from afar. His body was just as beautiful back then, but I didn’t know his interests, you know straight, gay, open to both, or how to approach things. When we would hang out over the summer breaks at home it was more often in a group but occasionally at his house.
When we were alone though he would usually only wear a pair of grey gym shorts. This drove me wild since it was obvious he chose to freeball, the thin fabric outlined his equipment and I had many a peek up the leg hole at his balls, but never really saw him hard. I kept my sexual distance because I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship.” I paused to check Dave’s pulse so to speak, he hadn’t removed his hand and I could see and feel that it was okay so far. “Fast forward to the summer before college senior year and there is this one, and one time only, event that changed things.” Still no negative reaction from Dave. I began to tell the story of helping with the neighbors lawn and skinny dipping in their pool afterward. I didn’t leave anything out of the story; the frank talk about our dicks, Harlan’s wish to visit a nude beach, or the details of my wanking out a huge load as soon as I arrived home. The only time I saw a change on Dave’s face was when I air quoted Harlan ‘see we can just be proud of what we have between the legs’ when I think there was an almost imperceptible beginning of his famous shit eating grin.
Finally arriving at the true anxiety moment I blurted it out, just the barest of acknowledging words while pointing inside the apartment with my right index finger. “I jacked off in that shower with Harlan his first day here.” My face was red hot with embarrassment and my manhood was just about as shrunken as I ever experienced, except for a drunken dare on a ski trip to make a naked snow angel. Dave’s hand tensed up, but he caught himself, relaxed and left it in place. “There, I’ve told you my news, and I would have told you sooner, but I couldn’t bare to not say this in person.” Dave broke eye contact and glanced away into the late morning sky. His sudden avoidance made me slump down in the chair. As the silence bellowed a pit in my stomach began to form. Dave finally spoke, but his tone was quizzical rather than hurt or accusatory. “How did it happen? What did Harlan say to you?”
At this point we both took a drink from our Bloody Marys. In mid drink before I had a chance to continue my story it was Dave’s turn to blurt out a secret. In an almost comical tone Dave’s statement blasted out like a rocket “I gave Harlan a blow job second semester senior year on a spring break trip to a nude beach!” I was in shock from relief. I jumped up from my seat spilling the last of my cocktail on Dave. “Yes, yes, yes!” is all I could say before both of us howled with laughter from utter relief and the absurdity of us both hiding a sexual experience with Harlan.
Dave downed the second half of his drink and set the glass down in the holder. He yanked my shorts down and pulled me into his lap. Our laughter quieted and immediately turned to deep passionate kissing, more soul quenching than anything so far in our short time as a couple. We embraced for several minutes but oddly neither one of use sprouted wood. We just quietly contemplated how our lives had been on a parallel course for the last few years, now colliding into something neither of us imagined until a few short months ago when Dave moved into Harlan’s place.
Dave’s shirt was wet from the spilled drink and he put up his arms to remove it. I stood from his lap dropping my shorts to the floor. We both stripped our remaining garments returning to the way we were less than an hour ago at the table. My short-term sense of vulnerability was now replaced with a new confidence in my mate. “So, you up for a refill and the rest of the shower story?” I asked Dave. “Uh, fuck yeah! And can’t wait to tell you about how NOT drunk I was when I sucked Harlan’s rod!” Oh, there it is, Dave’s shit eating grin. I love that grin.
Refilling our drinks took about five minutes with some chit chat about just how much Bloody mix should be in the Marys to compliment all the vodka and then it was back upstairs. I started the story of Harlan’s arrival from the point of seeing him butt ass naked through the sliders outside my room. This was fitting since the two of us had just returned to the balcony ourselves and I indicated the spot Harlan was standing. Once again I didn’t leave anything out. There was an interesting pause in the story when Dave interjected about just how much Harlan was obsessed with going to a nude beach college senior year, and a mental note reminder to share something else he knew about Harlan being a nudist. At the mention of the nude beach visit, I found I truly wasn’t upset about Dave going on that spring break trip, even though Harlan had actually recruited me the prior summer.
When I got to the part of Harlan’s story about the guy seeing him cuming in the locker room at the gym Dave’s eyes widened. When I told him that Harlan absently, air quotes ‘moved closer to him to see his cock better’ and then described it as, air quotes again ‘a nice size with a helmet at the end’ his mouth fell open. I should have warned him not to take a drink before I mentioned what Harlan said about a friendly circle jerk because Dave did a spit take into the air between us. Wrapping up the story with a Jackson Pollock reference seemed only appropriate after Dave’s reaction, but he needed a little leading on how a Pollock painting was made. Soon enough he understood and thought the idea of a cum painting was really hot.
Dave also commented when I affirmed my need to count the number of squirts when anyone cums including myself. Dave’s exact reaction was “oh Babe that is sexy weird and hot as fuck!” and he had similar statements about Harlan saying ‘Bro, there you go dripping that pre-cum. You and Bryce are the only two guys I’ve ever seen with boners in the reals, not in porn, and you are the only guy I’ve ever seen leak like that. Telling you that story has made me fuckin’ horny.’ it also made Dave’s semi erect pole visibly twitch. We laughed for several minutes about the possible ways Harlan’s face would look when he opened his eyes to see Bryce watching. Dave definitely had the better impression of Harlan’s voice and cadence. It was agreed that when you reduce Harlan to the base guy, he is simply a first class showoff.
As our laughter died down Dave held his index finger up remembering something. “Be right back, I need my phone.” Dave returned with his phone and turned it around so I could see. It was a dick pic, not just any dick pic, it was an artists sketch of a nice longish willy with the head peeking from the foreskin, and I was just about certain it was Harlan’s! “Yeah, it’s him.” Dave confirmed and continued. “Apparently Harlan was a life model for the Art students at our university. About a year ago a friend of mine who had been an Art student texted me. She said she had a drawing in a box with some of her undergrad school projects that she found when she moved for grad school.
She confessed what it was and that they were supposed to draw the entire subject, but she did that one of just his junk later, from memory!” We both laughed again. Dave continued. “I think she wanted to have him sit for her OR SOMETHING but didn’t have his info, she remembered that I was former his roommate, and asked for his number. I asked her to send me the pic so I could confirm for her it was him. I instantly knew it was Harlan’s johnson, but I told her I didn’t recognize it.” I was amazed but somehow not surprised and blurted out. “No shit, you cocky fucker!” After that warm-up, I could sense Dave was ready to tell his story about blowing Harlan. I sat back, crossed my left ankle on my right knee and sipped my drink. Dave began the story and didn’t leave out a single detail.
Dave’s Tale Begins
I fibbed a little that first night when I talked about Harlan as a college roommate. The truth in the story was basically Junior year. Senior year though, different Harlan. That entire fall semester he kept asking me to relax and chill naked with him. From day one that year he stopped eating pizza and junk or having sodas, didn’t drink any beer. I would come back to the room and he was hanging out naked, walked down the hallway to the shower naked. The RA even posted a sign on the door to the lounge on our floor that said ‘shorts at least to enter this lounge’ I think he even went for a naked night run on campus one time. He would say stuff like “relax, we can just hang out and be proud of what we have between the legs” sound familiar? He worked out for definition instead of bulk and starting trimming his pubes. But sorta the same as you, I wasn’t sure where his head was at sexually.
This new manscaping self care seemed like maybe he was leaning into being gay but I didn’t pursue it because our friendship was worth way more to me than getting off with him. Actually, up to then Harlan was never hard in front of me on purpose that whole time we were roommates. I only saw his boner a few times with morning wood when he thought I wasn’t looking. Thinking back now, I guess he was doing the life model thing for the Art Department the whole time fall semester. Being naked around our dorm floor and in the room with me was probably a form of training so he wouldn’t bone up while posing. The closer we got to the end of the fall semester though he had worn me down and by finals week I was stepping out my clothes as soon as I hit the room each time. In fact, that was when he started talking non stop about nude beaches. He was so obsessed he even made a map on the computer of where all the ones were located on the coast. He knew how long a drive it would be to get there from his house or from campus. He even started mumbling about it in his sleep.
Before the spring term even started Harlan texted me on New Years Day and asked if I wanted to road trip with him on the way back to school and go to a beach near Jacksonville. Just a day or two early, it was 350 miles out of the way, but I thought maybe it would shut him up about the whole thing. Unfortunately we didn’t get to go because it was rainy both days. This just made things worse. Harlan immediately starting talking about spring break, every day, and going to an official nude beach ‘we have to go be naked in the sun bro’ was his mantra. I was becoming more secure in exploring my own sexuality and the idea of seeing others naked on the beach was starting to appeal to my curiosity. Would I be equally aroused, or would dicks win over chicks or vice versa? I continued to be naked with Harlan in our dorm room during the spring semester. One evening I was surfing for some MMF porn and even tested him a little bit and let him see what was on my screen that got me hard. His reaction was lukewarm at seeing both, he didn’t react to my hardon and said it would be better for him if it were MFF.”
Harlan made the spring break plans. Make no mistake this wasn’t the typical college road trip to a crowded party scene with the goal of getting laid. Our trip had a purpose and two constraints. The purpose was also the first constraint, visit a nude beach. Second constraint is the obvious lack of funds affecting most college students. We would drive to Fort Pierce and stay at some marina resort that was undergoing renovations. It was a bargain for our five night stay, a studio room with kitchenette, but the pool was closed and there was no beach access. This meant a short drive along A1A to Blind Creek Beach. Online the resort looked nice enough, but the only rooms still available had no view and only one king bed. I was a little panicked about the sleeping arrangements, but we were now naked together all the time so I kept my fears to myself. Since I had finally succumbed to Harlan’s pleas for nudism last semester I’d spent most of my own alone time naked, and finally wasn’t erect all the time after a few weeks. In fact, I was actually excited about the beach because it is a true nude beach, not just the sectioned clothing optional portion, and known party zone of Haulover Beach in Miami. It would be a good place to get our ‘naturist’ bearings.
We decided to leave Saturday morning and drive the 12 hours straight, rotating shifts. I had a decent little SUV that was in good shape for a road trip even if the hood was a different color from the body. Besides, taking my ride let me contribute. It also gave me a small amount of control. The night before we left Harlan went out with a girl he met in class. I had been in bed a while when he came home late and in a foul mood. He smelled like beer and didn’t say much, just stripped and went to bed. The next morning I was up and ready at 6 a.m. for our planned 6:30 a.m. departure. Harlan was still in bed with his sheets tented by morning wood. As I put the last of my stuff in my bag it was tempting to pull the sheet off him and sneak a long look of his boner. Instead I turned the lamp on over his head so the light shined in his eyes. “Suck my dick asshole” was the terse reaction from Harlan. I just looked toward his bulging groin, turned around and said to the air, ‘only if you hurry up so we can go already.’ I left the room to take my stuff to the car and wait.
Harlan shuffled out just a couple of minutes later plainly without showering, having pulled on his ratty grey shorts, shirtless, a ball cap low on his forehead, black slides, and carrying his packed bag. He said he stopped by the restroom in the lobby to piss “and was ready to get the fuck on the road.” I took the first shift driving to let him wake up. We hit the brew house drive-thru at the edge of campus and made our way to the highway heading south. Harlan didn’t drink much of his coffee. From his mood and the lingering smell of stale beer it wasn’t a tough guess that he was hung over. Undeniably he was out of practice with alcohol after a year of no drinking.
Just outside of town the road curved and the morning sun moved to a higher angle through the glass. The now more direct rays made the car warm inside. Harlan laid his seat back and closed his eyes, soon he was asleep again. There wasn’t much traffic so I was able to do while I drove what I usually don’t have the luxury of doing, inspect the body of my roommate, my mostly naked friend. The workouts and diet he followed had trimmed his body fat and his hairless brozilian waxed skin glistened over sinewy muscles. His arms weren’t massive but by far bigger than mine with the distinctive vein appearing down his biceps. Harlan was blessed that his calves didn’t taper down too sharply under his thighs making his legs look powerful and proportional to his arms. The pecs and abs were just as beautiful and he even had definition in the small muscles on his ribs, Serratus I think, if correctly remembering the name from bio 102 human anatomy. The ratty shorts unfortunately hid his manhood, but I’m sure he was commando which made my own unencumbered meat stir under my shorts.
A few more miles passed when a new slightly off odor wafted through the air that wasn’t stale beer or guy sweat. I assumed Harlan farted and rolled down his window a little to freshen the air. The breeze didn’t rouse him but did start a reaction on his epidermis, goose bumps formed on his bare arms and chest and his nipples stiffened. After a few more miles the scent was forgotten and I was lost in my own thoughts contemplating nude beach etiquette, like personal space and not staring at other beach goers, but not really anything erotic at that moment.
The hangover must have been bad because Harlan continued to nap long enough that his breathing changed with his sleep cycle, moving from deep and heavy to shallow, and he started to mumble. At first I couldn’t understand but finally a few words were clear. “don’t gag… my dick… she puked… ” I finally realized the smell coming from Harlan was the girls sick which must still be on his skin and the small bush of pubes he left around his equipment. I’m not a queasy person so with the window cracked open I wasn’t bothered. I just let him sleep it off. Not long passed and Harlan started to moan and squirm in his seat. I was worried he might puke, but the moans quickly turned into umms. I looked over and his face had a slight smile. His shorts were tented out too! The angle of the sun shining in also made the mesh material translucent giving me a good view of his dick, as I watched a spot of pre cum bloomed on the material. He must have been dreaming about last night. I hoped he at least got to cum before she barfed.
Now the stirring in my own seat was increasing. His words ‘suck my dick…’ were echoing in my head. My imagining sucking him combined with clearly seeing his boner tenting up fabric for the second time this morning was making me insatiably horny. My skin ached to be caressed. I was wearing a cut up t-shirt and had ready access to my nipples. Taking one hand off the wheel I licked my index and middle fingers until they were slick with spit. Pulling back the cotton material with my other fingers I gently started to rub my nipple in circles but still watching the road. The loose canon between my legs responded instantly and belligerently, quickly escaping the waistband of my shorts the top third poking out toward my navel. I stole a glance downward and licked my lips at the pearl of clear nectar appearing from my slit.
Traffic was thin at this early hour on the divided highway, mostly seeing long haul trucks traveling both directions every few miles. The next big rig truck in my lane was driving slowly and there was no need to accelerate in order to pass. The way was clear so I steered into the fast lane. I didn’t stop what I was doing with my free hand either, thinking it wouldn’t be likely the driver could see my activities. As we pulled by I let the car slow a bit to match the trucks speed keeping even with the door of the cab. If the driver could glimpse anything they would see a mostly naked guy sleeping and maybe the tented shorts. This little exhibitionism gave me a thrill and I dropped my hand from my nipple, shoved it down my shorts, and starting furiously rubbing my slippery shaft. I miss judged the view the trucker had because now I could see the driver too. We made eye contact and he rolled down his window and shouted “pull it out buddy”
My first instinct at realizing I was observed was to speed away. Instead my exhibitionist libido overrode good sense and I pulled my shorts down hooking the waistband under my balls exposing my stiff hot rod. I was further carried away with showoffy-ness by reaching over and exposing Harlan’s slick dream pole too. The trucker let out a loud “wooo, twofer” and I knew he had seen all my self play. Another ten seconds went by before I sped away grinning and very pleased with myself. I tried to hook Harlan’s shorts under his balls for my own viewing pleasure but the angle of the seat prevented it. The over-warn waistband snapped lightly against his shaft causing my hand to brush his slick head. Harlan’s eyes momentarily fluttered but he didn’t wake up, just shifted in the seat and folded his arms up across his chest.
There was a streak of Harlan’s juice on the back of my hand. I lost track of the road for a second, pulled my hand to my face, sniffed, extended my tongue and licked. The thrill shot through my shaft and pulsed my knob. The taste was unlike my own juices, which I try on almost a daily basis, this wasn’t as sweet, but maybe that was the salt from the sweat on my own skin. We continued down the road for another hour with me thinking about the taste I just had of Harlan’s arousal. I also recalled the smile on the face of that driver that liked seeing our cocks. Returning to pleasuring myself, I kept one hand on the wheel, but alternated rubbing my nipples as I drove. An expansive wet spot was visible on my shorts by the time a groggy Harlan finally roused. “Where are we?” His voice pained and eyes squinting. About an hour to the state line was my response. “I need a piss and something for my fucking head.” Harlan croaked out in a whisper.
A few signs later a large blue one let us know a parking area with restrooms was three miles ahead. The rest area was small since we weren’t on an interstate, a primitive site with basic amenities. Maybe 10 spots for cars and half that many pull throughs at the back for big rigs. Harlan was out of the car before the engine was shut off. I got out slower and stretched. A couple of big rigs were in the back area as Harlan rushed to the second of the small restroom buildings. These were permanent structures maybe 8×10, but really glorified port-a-johns with a vent stack poking through the roof. He was already finished when I opened the door to the building. He sauntered by me looking relieved, he had obviously splashed water on his face because his hair was wet in front. I passed him the car keys and told him where to find my headache meds if he didn’t have some of his own.
The smell inside the building wasn’t much worse than then car before I rolled down the window. I pushed my shorts down in front and wiped the lingering pre cum from my head taking a quick taste off my finger. Definitely not the same taste as Harlan’s. At the urinal it didn’t take me long to piss but someone else entered and stood a little too close behind me, waiting while I finished. I heard a zipper and could feel an intense gaze on my ass making my tool jump and my all my cheeks feel hot. Pulling up the front of my shorts I side stepped to the sink to let him have access. In the mirror I noticed he already had his fat semi sticking out if his jeans. I turned my head to give him the side eye, but also get the full view. He caught my eye and started to speak. “Just thought I would return the favor.” He said while making a stroking motion in the air. “I have time if you aren’t on a schedule.” He looked to be mid 30s, about my height.
Besides the unzipped jeans, he was dressed in a solid snap up shirt without sleeves that was fitted across his torso. His boots, belt buckle, ball cap with a fish logo, hairy upper arms and scruffy face completed the classic cowboy trucker profile and likely bear daddy persona. I immediately blushed but somehow found my voice and before I could stop myself was telling him we were headed to Blind Creek Beach for spring break. The trucker hadn’t moved. He dick was standing a little taller now. Licking his lips he responded, “I’m taking my trailer load down to Fort Lauderdale.” He moved a step closer to me and winked. “Maybe I’ll take a run back up by Fort Pierce and leave my other load with you and your boyfriend.” I chortled nervously as he nodded toward his now chubbed up gear shift and gave it a smack sideways with his palm. I nodded in return and stepped toward the door wanting to get away before I said anything else revealing to him. “I have a parrot tat covering my right shoulder blade.” Was the last thing I heard as the door closed behind me.
Returning to the car the bulge in my shorts preceded my arrival and the renewed wet spot was noticed by Harlan who was again in the passenger seat. He was grinning at me and raised one eyebrow. “Bro, why are your shorts boned out and wet.” I just shrugged and started the car. Harlan didn’t let it go. “Did that truck driver say anything to you in there? When I headed back to the car I crossed him going toward the john and he made some comment about seeing me again so soon? What was that about?” I shrugged and Harlan knew I wasn’t going to answer so he changed the subject. “I feel like shit, thanks for taking another turn driving.” For the duration of the day nothing else was said about that stop or the trucker. Harlan obviously didn’t remember a thing about the morning.
The next hour of the drive was spent in casual conversation. Harlan’s mood improved as his hangover headache subsided, but he avoided answering my questions about last night with shrugs of his own. During silences I found myself thinking about my first taste of Harlan only hours earlier. These recurring impressions kept me aroused. The longer the silence the harder my semi became and it was clearly visible in my shorts. More than once I noticed Harlan glance at my crotch and I saw him adjust himself too, but didn’t ever see the outline of his rod reappear.
Soon we finally crossed the state line into Florida which was a also a figurative milestone of the trip. Being in the Sunshine State turned the conversation from small talk to specifics about our week at the beach. Harlan’s hours of research had coalesced into a master class excited monologue laying out the progression of our first day at Blind Creek Beach. He knew all about the rough unpaved parking, how long the walk would be from the car to the beach, packing in and out everything we needed for the day, and the lack of toilets. I had been to the beach lots of times and the information Harlan relayed so far really wasn’t new. Ironically in his whole lecture there wasn’t a single mention of just WHEN we get naked.
I had been driving all morning, keyed up from being constantly aroused by Harlan, then the trucker, and my nerves were on edge. Not only did I need a break from driving, but also from the anxiety of fearing a constant erection without shorts or a swim suit at the beach. Conversely, there was also anticipation of being completely uninhibited in public. Every time this crossed my mind it was accompanied by a swelling in my root which was heaped on top of my earlier semi. I unexpectedly blurted my next thought interrupting Harlan in mid sentence. “Can a boner ever be non sexual?” I guess he sensed my anxiety but didn’t give any quarter to my feelings by replying with a smirk and dismissive retort. “You may just have to stay in waist deep water the whole time.”
After another 30 minutes Harlan said he was ready to drive so I pulled off at a fast food place to grab lunch and change drivers. As we stepped out of the car Harlan finally commented on my situation while he put on a shirt for the first time today. “No shirt, no shoes, no service” and nodding toward my crotch “you may need to put that thing away too.” He was right, the tip of my spear was plainly visible where it forcefully pressed against the damp fabric of my shorts. I actually might have liked the attention of VPL under other circumstances, but right now I was self conscience about it for some reason. Pulling my shirt down didn’t solve the issue so I shoved my left hand into the pocket of the shorts and held my cock head through the mesh fabric. As I walked inside I could feel the heat of lingering arousal transfer to my finger tips. I just had to make it to the restroom without a full hard-on so I could piss and get back outside.
When I returned to the car Harlan was also returning with the food he ordered for both of us. “I’m gonna run back in for my turn to piss.” He set the food in the drivers seat, pivoted, and jogged back in the restaurant door. I had taken my new place in the passenger seat sorting the food while watching Harlan’s ass muscles as he moved. The intense arousal returned and my semi swelled pressing my meat downward to belligerently strain at full length against my shorts. Fuck, there weren’t any straws in the bag. As I exited the car I felt coolness at the end of my spear. I looked down to check out my shorts and there was a huge pre cum bloom forming. The motion of standing must have invoked gravity, luring the fresh juices to escape into the wild. It was actually frustrating, maybe I didn’t have enough self control to handle a day at the nude beach after all. I put that thought out of my mind finding the straws in the drivers side foot well.
We finally arrived in Fort Pierce just after 7:15 p.m. The springtime daylight was already dwindling and as much as Harlan was jonesing to get naked on the beach it would have to wait until tomorrow. Up the street from the resort we found a market to get food, beer and other supplies. We also grabbed a couple of large hot-n-ready pizza slices from the deli section. Pulling into the resort parking lot there were several construction vehicles and shipping containers to do with the renovation, but it wasn’t full. A multitude of similar three and five story buildings dotted the property surrounding the marina dock. I found a parking space close to the entrance where we sat finishing the pizza. As soon as the last bite was in his mouth Harlan jumped out of the car to go check into the room.
While I waited I opened the back to unload our bags. I was leaned up against the car when Harlan returned with a couple of key cards for our room. Jogging up he announced with a beaming smile. “”We have a better one!” He pointed to the last building on the right. “Fifth floor over there. It is an upgrade to a top floor balcony. Also has a ‘garden shower’ whatever that means.” Harlan raised his left arm and sniffed his pit. “Whoa, and I NEED to shower!” He grabbed his duffle bag, some of the supplies and set off for the room. I followed behind with my duffle under my arm, carrying the beer and remaining supplies. He continued talking over his shoulder to me as we walked. “The lady at the desk looked like my aunt and I spoke Spanish to her. She typed at the computer to find the reservation and clicked her tongue ‘No bueno’ and then changed the room. We were supposed to be in the same building as the reno crew are working in now. ‘Very messy and too loud.’ she said.”
It was a couple minutes of walking to reach our building, easily finding the lobby. Stepping into a waiting elevator it was a quick ride. The elevator stopped with a ding as it reached the top floor. The doors opened to the middle a long hallway which was open to the outside at both ends funneling the coastal breeze, which rushed through ruffling my hair as we stepped out, and almost blowing the hat off Harlan’s head. We found our door near the end of the hall and made our way inside.
Putting our things down by the table I popped a couple of the beers in the small freezer section of the fridge to quickly chill them. Venturing further we surveyed the room. It was obviously not yet renovated or the usual hotel layout. Instead of a bathroom just inside the door, the kitchenette was on the left and table to the right. Immediately past the table was a partition wall blocking the view into the bulk of the room. Turning the corner the room opened up in front of us. To the right behind the partition wall was the bed. It was small, maybe a queen size, but definitely not the king we had expected. “Did she tell you the bed was going to be smaller?” I stammered. Harlan didn’t answer he just tapped my right shoulder with the back of his hand indicating I should turn around.
I scanned the left side of the room. I now saw it was taken up with double sinks followed with a glass wall. A narrow door to the left of the sink wall held a separate toilet closet. Through the glass door was a huge balcony with shower heads at the near end.
The garden shower. Outside. On the balcony.
True to the name there were ferns and potted palms lining the side of the area. There was an overhang above two shower heads. Just beyond and under the open sky was a small side table and a couple of outdoor chairs. At the far end where a railing would normally be placed there was a tall slatted wood panel. Harlan slid open the door and sprang out onto the balcony. “Holy shit, this is incredible.” he called over his shoulder. Reaching the panel Harlan quickly tried the actuator and found the slats were adjustable. He turned them to the open position which allowed for the grand vista, besides privacy wasn’t really an issue due to the height of the building above the shoreline and unobstructed water view.
Kicking his slides off he striped out of his shirt and shorts revealing his excited semi. It jiggled as he jumped in the air pounding his fist at the sky like a goal was just scored. After turning on the water he appeared at the door to toss his hat into the room. “Dude you have got to get in here with me and try out this shower!” I had never seen Harlan this giddy. Honestly, it didn’t take much convincing, I stripped off too and headed out into the warm evening air to shower outside with my best friend and roommate. I was so fucking horny I no longer cared if Harlan saw that I was already rock hard.
Adjacent to the shower controls was a trio of dispensers with body wash, shampoo and conditioner. We soaped up and relaxed taking turns under the warm water of the rain shower. Soon Harlan also sported wood. I tried to not blatantly stare, but did steal a glance in the direction of his hard-on, noticing his gaze on my rod in the process. My balls were about to burst!
Reaching the end of my tolerance for the proximity of Harlan’s dreamy pole, which this entire long day imagining it in my grasp, had my RPM’s pegged to the red line. I quickly finished my wash up and rinsed off the day’s drive. Harlan took longer, likely scrubbing away the remnants of the night before. While he washed I fetched the chilled beers. I relished the blast of cold air as a reprieve from my pent up desire. Trying to switch off my libido It took more than a couple of minutes to find the drawer that held a bottle opener. This let my dick start to settle back to a semi boned state.
When I walked back around the corner the water was off. I could see Harlan through the glass. He was seated in one of the chairs, leaned back with his ass forward enough that his low-hanging hairless ballsack was suspended in space beyond the edge of the seat. I had surprised him in the middle of admiring his own joystick. If he had been touching himself I’m not certain because at this point one hand was palm down on the chair arm like he was about to stand up. His other hand was on his thigh. Glinting in the light and hanging from his mostly exposed dick head was a thick string of pre cum. His eyes snapped up to look at me and he blushed.
This was the first time I ever saw Harlan clearly aroused. I’m not sure why, but instinctively I suppose, I walked over, set the beers on the table, and placed my hand firmly on his shoulder. He was now staring directly at my furiously rising length which was eye level to him. Harlan tried to stand, but with my hand already on his shoulder I held him down. What I did next surprised us both. I squatted down, put out my tongue and captured that pre cum string in my mouth. Little did he know of my previous dozen hours of lusting to taste him again. This full serving was instantly recognizable from this mornings sample.
Harlan started to react with a nervous “Uh, um” but my hand squeezed his shoulder commanding him to be silent and communicating that I am in control. I moved his hand from his thigh to the chair replacing it with my own. I leaned in and lightly kissed his cock head. Again he started to object but my firm hands, one each on his shoulder and thigh, stopped him from further protests. Harlan began shaking. His rod was almost vibrating from his quickened heartbeat. With a gentle gusto I attacked the long overdue first blow job on my friend and roommate. The feeling of a red hot cock in my mouth was out of this world. My head was spinning with desire as I bobbed on his helmet and increasingly took in more of his pole.
The scent and taste of the soap covered up the flavor of his juice I so desperately wanted to experience again. Soon though his shaft widened followed by the spreading out of his cap. Now the ridges of his veins were evident on my sensitive lips. Larger amounts of pre cum were now flowing from his slit. There it was, the astounding taste of my roommates juice. Harlan’s soft moans were building until stifled by a couple of my inexperienced missteps which caused a wince from him. Yet I managed to control my gag reflex by slowing down, it was enough to delay the inevitable for at least a few minuets.
My shaft was now like a pillar of granite. It throbbed and bounced from the base with my movements on Harlan. Likewise my exposed pucker bulged and cried out for attention. I needed something inside me so badly, a finger or two would suffice, but I didn’t dare move my hands away from Harlan to pleasure myself. Clenching my ass in an attempt to relieve the need forced a huge amount of pre to run from my own slit. I moaned around his shaft vibrating his loins, causing Harlan to open his eyes glancing at me servicing his need. He moved slightly to observe my body, noticing as an unbroken string attached to my cap stretched to touch the floor. “Fuck dude you are more revved than me.” was all he said.
A few more minutes of ecstasy followed. I had built a rhythm, slurping down on him, almost able to take in his whole rod. Reaching his pubic bone for the first time made me glad he trims his bush so there was no obstacle to my exploration. I paused long enough to hold my breath and create suction to draw some pre from his tip. Exhaling through my nose I released to let the juice fall on my tongue and again savor the taste. Flicking my tongue under his helmet as it passed my lips caused Harlan to buck his hips from the wave of pleasure.
As his breathing became ragged, I moved the hand that was on his thigh to cup his balls. The effect was immediate, an overload on his senses, and without warning Harlan tensed, shooting a huge rope of cum to the back of my mouth. I pulled off him from surprise and his uncovered tool flexed violently repeating multiple thick ropes of jizz into the air. The copious volume of cum landed on both of us, but mostly on me. I had it on my face, in my hair, on my shoulder, legs and feet. It was now obvious he hadn’t cum last night after all and maybe for several days.
Harlan fell back into the chair panting. I wasn’t finished though. Collecting some of his cum from my skin I stood up and pointed my expectant jutting rod toward his prone torso. Using his fresh cum as lube, a half dozen strokes of my bursting oversensitive organ released a days worth of sexual tension, eliciting a volley of roping sperm which landed in every cranny and crease defining his abs. Harlan’s eyes were wide with surprise and excitement.
My body was shaking from release after hours of edging desire. I dropped to my knees and let my head fall into Harlan’s lap giving one last kiss to his still dripping pole. I lingered there for a minute with the taste of his marvelous cum on my lips. After a few more blissful seconds Harlan pushed my head off his groin, grabbed the beers, handed one to me and clinked the bottles together. “Cheers to shooting the hottest fuckin’ loads ever!”
Neither one of us knew exactly what to say. I wasn’t embarrassed about performing a sexual act on my friend, but I think Harlan felt a little uneasy about just how much he liked a guy giving him head. The silence continued until the beers were drained. Harlan spoke first. “You know I’m a little concerned too about getting hard at the beach tomorrow.” It was great to hear him address my anxiety, but it was a way to avoid what just occurred. He continued, weaving the two things together. “It would probably be best if we were completely drained sexually before hitting the beach. I have at least two more loads in my balls, and…” He stalled out and I took it from there. “You would like another round?” I asked. Harlan grinned and hung his head sheepishly and a flicker of life sprouted in his lap. My deepest wishes were starting to be realized, but there was a limit. My voice was firm as I set the parameters for the rest of the trip. “Yeah, I would suck it again, but things needs to be equal. You will need to find some way to get me off too.” and another thought sprang to mind.
*****
At this point in Dave’s story the sun’s rays were now directly on the balcony. Our profiles half in shadow but our bodies warmed enough to make us a bit sweaty. The story was hot enough to make us both incredibly aroused. There was a free flow of pre cum streaking down my spear and Dave had a hand around his own stalk occasionally using his index finger to thoroughly moisten his cap. On one hand I hated interrupting his story, but on the other hand, well, my hand just had to touch him. Clearing my throat and meeting his gaze I reach out to stroke one of his nipples to an immediate tactile response. “Dave, I think your throat may be a little dry from all that talking.” Nodding at my slick sex I said. “Perhaps I have something that could moisten it up a little.”
Without a millisecond of hesitation Dave slid out of his chair down to his knees. He let go of his meat and took control of mine. Turning his face up to me he asked for a kiss. Leaning down to meet his lips we tongue wrestled for a minute, adding my saliva to his mouth. With a wink Dave turns his attention to my throbbing cock. He had one hand at the base of my shaft, under my sack, as he moistened my helmet. The other hand was caressing my lower thigh moving ever closer to my exposed hole. In a moment he switched his hands so his slick fingers were placed at my ring. He gently pressed eliciting more pre cum to flow. Attacking my shaft, with “gentle gusto” my eyes rolled back behind my upper eyelids as Dave’s mouth enveloped me. It was heaven.