Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2009 21:26:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Damian <nvtahoeus@yahoo.com>
Subject: Close Shave for Justin - Part 12

I could hardly concentrate on my school work, my swimming, my family and
friends -- nothing -- over the next few days.  Nothing but Coach Garrett,
that is.  I knew I should get on with other things, but whenever I tried, I
pictured how good he looked when he opened that shower curtain, fully naked
and glistening with water drops.

And, of course, I remembered how good it had felt to have his hard cock
erupting deep inside me, once I got used to the unfamiliar intrusion.  If
I'd had to choose someone to lose my cherry to, I couldn't have picked
anyone more perfect.  He knew just how to do it to make my first time
special for me.

But I knew better than to pursue him.  He did have a partner, after all,
and a pretty hunky one at that.  Dr. Brent was a hottie, and I shivered a
bit when I remembered getting a very thorough physical from him, in front
of my teammates and Coach.  The whole team did, and we were all naked.
Brent and Garrett must have had a field day with us.  I'd like to have been
a fly in the corner of their bedroom that night!

So I tried to play it cool around Coach, and he did the same with me.  We
had made a pact of keeping what happened to ourselves, and I had every
intention of making good on my part.  As much as I really wanted to tell
someone about my experiences with Coach on his massage table and in that
motel room, I told myself I would keep my lips zipped about it and just
daydream about how wonderful it had been.

But my resolve hit a stumbling block the following Sunday afternoon, when I
got a phone call from Tim Houston.  He invited me back to his house, saying
that his parents were away all day again.  Remembering how good he had
looked running around naked in that house last time, I said I'd be right
over.  But I did have a strong hunch that I was going to get the third
degree.

When I arrived, I found Tim at his front door wearing just a thin pair of
shorts and a tank top.  I had to admit that he looked almost as hot in that
get-up as he had in nothing at all the last time I saw him here when he got
locked out in his back yard.

"Hey, Justin, come on in," he said with a broad smile.

I entered the house and kind of stood there for a moment.  The tension was
thick in the air, despite Tim's warm greeting.  I didn't know whether to
shake his hand, hug him, or take him right there on the entryway carpet.
He made it easy for me by just holding up one hand to slap on my own.  It
seemed awkward, but it broke the ice.

"Come on back to the back yard with me," he invited.  "What can I get you
to drink?"

I noticed he had a can of beer, so I ordered the same thing and tried to
make small talk.

"How's your sunburn been, Tim?"  I knew the answer because he'd only missed
one swim practice since that fateful day when he got locked out in the sun.
"I'm glad to see you've decided to wear something in your back yard today."

He smiled and blushed a little and handed me a cold beer.

"No problem," he said.  "Thanks to the lotion treatment I got from you that
day, it didn't bother me for long."

Another awkward silence ensued while I tried to think of something else to
say.  Tim beat me to it.

"So...Justin.  What did you think of our last away meet over in Elko?"

"I thought we did great," I answered.  "Didn't you?"

"Yeah, we swamped them in their own pool.  It was cool," Tim said.

"I kind of hoped we might wind up in the same motel room that night," he
continued.

Oh, shit, here it comes, I thought.  He's going to ask me who I bunked
with.  He wasn't wasting any time putting me on the spot.

"Well, that didn't happen, did it?" I said, stalling for time.  "But I
wouldn't have wanted anyone else in the room but you if we'd been assigned
to the same one."

"Yeah, you're right I guess, but still it would've been nice.  So...who did
you..."

I wanted to cut him off before he could finish asking who I bunked with,
but he was too quick for me.

"...bunk with that night, Justin?"

I think he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear me say it anyway.  I
decided there was no way I could lie my way out of it or change the subject
successfully.

"Well, you know that we had 13 guys on that trip, so I drew the short straw
and had to room with Coach."

We both knew that Coach had made the room assignments and didn't give us
any clue before we checked in as to who we'd be rooming with.

I continued.  "You know how he is about travel funds -- he wasn't about to
spring for one more room than he had to, so I got stuck with Garrett."

Crap, I thought a second too late, why did I have to use Coach's first
name?

"Stuck with him, huh?"  Tim wasn't buying it.  "Come on, Justin, we both
know Watson is pretty hot stuff, and now you're even calling him by his
first name.  Is something up between you two?"

I tried to look shocked at his intimation, but I couldn't pull it off.

"Well, actually it was pretty interesting to share a room with him," I said
as vaguely as possible.

"How so?" Tim pressed.

"Well, you know how he is at school -- he never showers around us -- but
that night he wasn't as careful about hiding himself."

"You got to see him naked, didn't you?"

"Well, it's kind of hard not to in a small motel room.  Didn't you and your
roomies that night parade around naked some of the time?"

"Yeah, I guess, but we see each other naked all the time anyway.
Coach...or Garrett as you call him...always hides his junk from our eyes.
He's pretty well hung, isn't he?"

Tim wasn't going to let up.

"Yeah, I guess," I said, trying to play coy.

"You `guess'?  Gimme a break, man.  You had a really good look at his
stuff, didn't you?  Did you two sleep in the same bed that night?

"Yeah, there was only one in the room, so we had to."

"And I'll bet you both forgot your jammies, didn't you?" Tim said
knowingly.

"I never wear them," I answered honestly.  "And I guess he doesn't either."

"Did you shower together before beddy-bye time?"

"Tim -- where are you going with this?" I said as I tried to appear a
little indignant at his line of questioning.

"I just know that if I'd been assigned to room with Watson that I would've
had a hard-on all night.  Fess up, Justin -- you and Watson got it on with
each other, didn't you?  I saw the way you looked the next day at
breakfast.  It was written all over your face."

I hung my head, trying to think of a way out of this corner that Tim had
boxed me into.  I had promised Garrett I'd keep his confidence, but it was
getting nearly impossible.

"Tim, I made a promise to Gar...er, Coach that what happened that night
would stay just between us.  I'd love to tell all, but he could lose his
job if people start talking."

"I understand, Justin, but I'm not just anyone, am I?  I mean you and
I...we're more than just friends now, aren't we?  Didn't we do something
kind of special together here recently that entitles us to be more open
with each other than we'd be with the rest of the team?  If you're getting
it on with both me and Coach Watson, I think I have a right to know.  Don't
you?"

"Tim, how would you like it if I blabbed to Coach about what you and I did
that day you got locked out naked here in this very back yard?  You'd feel
a little betrayed, wouldn't you?  The same goes for Coach and what he and I
did...er, may have done together.  I made a promise and I don't want to let
him down."

"Justin, you have my word that whatever you tell me will not go any
farther.  But I really want to know what happened that night."

As he spoke, an idea crept into my sneaky little mind.

"Well, Tim, why don't we handle it this way?  I'll honor my promise to
Coach not to talk about what we did together, but we can do a little
reverse role playing and then you'll understand."

"How's that gonna work?" Tim asked, with a confused look on his face.

"Let's move to your bedroom, buddy, and I'll show you."

When we got up there, I continued with my little scheme.

"Pretend this is the motel room, Tim, and that you're me that night.  I'll
be Coach.  You're already wearing pretty much what I had on and you're
waiting impatiently on the bed for him to show up."

To set the stage properly I left the room, closing his door, and made Tim
wait in his room for a few minutes.  Then I came in like I had just
arrived.  We made small talk about the swim meet, then I told him that I
needed to take a shower and stripped down to my underwear in front of him.

"Meet me in the bathroom in five minutes with a dry towel," I instructed.
"But make it your idea."

I walked down the hall in just my underwear and shucked them when I got to
the bathroom and turned on the shower.  I took my time washing and rinsing
and then turned the water off and opened the curtain all the way.  Tim was
there with the dry towel and I just looked at him with all the surprise I
could muster under the circumstances.

"Did you come to dry me off?" I asked, innocently, as I stepped out of the
tub naked and wet.  Tim took the cue and gently dried me off, one body part
at a time.  I told him to sit down on the toilet lid so he could do a good
job of drying me from the waist down.  Pretty soon I was not only dry but
also half erect, just like Garrett had been.

Then I took the towel from him, hung it up, and proceeded to lift his tank
top off his body.  I silently signaled for him to stand up, and I pulled
his shorts down and off.  Just like I had been that night, Tim was going
commando and popped a hard-on when he felt his shorts coming off.  He was
catching on real quick.

We stood and looked at each other for a while, and then I grabbed a dry
towel from the rack and took him by the hand back to his own bed.  Unlike
in the motel room, Tim and I had to walk naked down the long hallway, but
that just added to the eroticism.  I was glad he didn't have any siblings
that might show up unexpectedly.

When we finally got back to his room, I spread the dry towel out on his bed
and signaled for him to lie face down on it (I didn't want him to mess his
bed like I'd messed the motel sheets when I came that night in Elko).

>From that point on, I tried to emulate everything that Garrett had done to
me.  Still standing at the foot of the bed, I massaged Tim's feet gently
for a few moments, then pulled them farther apart.  I worked my way up both
of his legs, barely touching them.  I went very slowly, eventually getting
to the top of his thighs, then down again to his feet and slowly back up
again.  My heart was pounding in my chest, much the same as it had been in
that motel room.

Then I felt his ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them with gradually
increasing pressure.  As I pulled his cheeks apart, he raised his ass
slightly, and then I did something I'd never done before.  I started
licking his ass with my wet tongue.

"Get up on your knees," I told him after a while, and he did so.

When he did, my tongue went all the way to his hole and I licked it
vigorously, just like Garrett had done to me.

Tim had been silent throughout this reverse role playing, but he couldn't
stifle himself any longer.

"Omigod!  He did that to you??"

I didn't answer but reached down between his legs to see if he was as hard
as I had been.  He definitely was, and his pre-cum was flowing just like
mine had.  This spurred me on to even more vigorous licking and rimming of
Tim's hole.  He was moaning by now.  My tongue -- not accustomed to this
type of activity -- was getting tired, so eventually I pulled it out,
licked my fingers well, and inserted one where my tongue had been.  Tim
seemed to be really getting into this and pushed back on my finger to make
it go as deep as possible into him.

"I want to put my hard cock inside you," I told him.  "Stay up on all
fours.  I'll be gentle."

Ever since Garrett had fucked me, I had carried a condom with me "just in
case."  I took a moment to retrieve it from my shorts.  I tore it open and
put it on.  I had never done this before, but it went on comfortably.  Not
having any other form of lube, I used my saliva to coat my cock head and
then gradually pushed until it went inside Tim's rectum.

Tim grimaced and told me to stop.  I did stop moving, but I left my dick in
place until he could get used to it.  Finally, he was ready for me to start
moving again.  I did it very slowly and gently until I knew I was no longer
hurting him.  After a little while, I became aware of the fact that I was
now in as far as I could go, and Tim started moaning in what seemed to be
genuine pleasure.

I could feel his body stiffening, like mine did when Garrett was fucking
me.  I moved my right hand around Tim's mid section and gently tugged first
on his still-hard cock and then on his low-hanging balls.

"I'm going to cum now," I warned him.  Just as my cock slid into him one
final time, I yelled out and let loose with a large volley of semen that
I'm sure filled my condom to the max.  At the same time I was able to bring
Tim to a climax that I'm sure made him glad we'd put a towel under him.  I
gently pushed our bodies down to the bed, with my cock still buried inside
him, and we both started coming down from our highs.

Eventually, my penis softened enough that it slipped out of Tim's chute.  I
removed the condom and got up to look for some tissue to clean us up with.

"Justin, I can't believe Coach did all that to you!  Are you sure you
didn't embellish this story?" Tim said as he turned to face me.  His face
had a nice healthy glow to it, and he had a slight sheen of perspiration on
his face and upper body.  He looked about as sexually satisfied as anyone
could be.

Still not wanting to betray Garrett with any outright verbal descriptions
of what happened between us, I just shook my head and put my finger to my
mouth to indicate that our reverse role playing was now over and that he
shouldn't ask any more questions.

Tim and I took a shower together, soaping each other up slowly and
lovingly, and then stayed naked the rest of the afternoon.  We took some
more beers out to the back yard with us, making very sure that the door to
the house remained unlocked.  Not a lot more was said between us about that
night in Elko, but he did ask if I was going to keep seeing Garrett.  I
told him he had a partner and that it was unlikely we'd do it again.  I
think he was still at least envious, if not outright jealous, of what
Garrett and I had done.  I think I was able to convince Tim that he and I
were still going to be more than just friends and that I wasn't going to
abandon him for Garrett.

However, something very unexpected was about to happen to me that would
divert my attention from Tim for a while.  It would result in my casual
acquaintanceship with a fellow student named Lucas becoming anything but
casual.


(Watch for Part 13 very soon to see what happens to Justin, and how it
results in a very hot situation that opens a new door for him.  Just who is
this Lucas guy?  Feedback welcome and encouraged to Damian at
nvtahoeus@yahoo.com.)