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Fondness, in the Bath

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Even as we get each other off and he makes me shudder with orgasm, I try to understand my friend.

This is a work of fantasy, but built from a basis of facts. Incidentally, this is my first Solotouch story, so...enjoy! I have a friend. I will refer to him here as "Silk", because that is what he is: slender, smooth, feminine and remarkably pale. We're good friends and have, as you are right to expect and will hear all about, good benefits. There's a lot I don't understand about the guy, despite my general fondness for him. One thing I do understand, though, is this: Silk is gay. In fact, hes astoundingly gay. As I understand it, hes always been aware of that, since he was a white wisp of a child. Never any indecision, never any ambiguities or questions of maybe being just that little bit bi in him. Nope. Gay. Be all and end all. A friend of his - female - tried it on with him one night they were drinking, but he just wasn't having it. She laughed it off when she told me this, but I got the impression she was a little offended by it, too. Anyway - I am not gay like Silk is. I have quite a few indecisions, ambiguities and questions, so that, as a person, I start off with "straight", add on an "-ish" and end with an awkward "?". I do enjoy certain homosexual activities, with certain individuals. Such as Silk. He has a boyfriend, and he is not me. The boyfriend is aware of me. Im not even Silk's only friend with benefits, far from it. Just one of the friendlier ones, I believe. He's notoriously promiscuous, they both are, though Silk is definitely the worst of the two. While I've been curious about that for a long while, it's never felt my business enough to pry. It's not something I understand. As it is, I worry about him a little. He's a cute skinny blonde eager bottom white boy slut. Some of the encounters he tells me about are, well, I would say harsh, bordering on abusive. He might call them rough, or maybe adventurous. Still, those stories arent this story. This story takes place in his home, the flat he shares with his brother. Its quite nice, and clean almost to bareness, which is funny as Silk is not one to ever do dishes or any cleaning unless forced into it. I suppose the brother carries the slack there, plus some. Not often, but sometimes I'll overnight there. Despite Silk having done it all, at least on the homosexual side of things, what he and I do together is rather tame in comparison. For me, though, its still quite boundary pushing. Silk loves to be pushed, and pushed hard, yet never pushes me in the slightest, or anybody for that matter I don't think. Silks a guy I'm fond of, but not one I presume to understand. This encounter was in his bath, of all places. It is lovely and wide, with sloped sides and handles, wide enough even for a broad shouldered guy like me to relax my elbows in. We were frisky and naked, relaxed and comfortable. The further one goes towards and along his cock one goes, the more ridiculously pale Silk is. The prize itself is slender, curving in a distinct left-and-upward manner, with a bulbous purple head hooded by a creamy white and surprisingly thick foreskin. He wasn't hard yet, but that's normal for him. I can describe myself simply by saying that I'm different from Silk in nearly every single respect. In fact, the only way were the same is that I, like he, have a penis. We like to use one another's, point of fact, hence this story. We typically start and end our games with showering together. It keeps us warm and, with our activities tending to be messy, clean. I don't know who's idea it was to try the bath, but it was probably mine. As said, Silk does not put forward suggestions, but he likes going along with them. It was only a minute to put some pleasantly scalding hot water in. I remember thinking, I didn't want to flood his bathroom when we added ourselves to it. I got in first, laying on my back and he came in second to straddle me. My cock, not at its hardest yet, but stiff enough to stand, was tucked against Silk's ass. His, and his smooth hairless balls were nestled on top of my happy trail. How we got our legs reasonably settled, I simply don't know. I attribute it to the wide bath, to Silks slimness and especially to his experience. Its weird to think he's the younger of us two. He asks me what I want to do. I answer with the slow rocking of my hips. Truth is, I'm never -quite- sure what I want to do, until I'm there in the moment. C'est la vie. I improvise, mostly. I feel guilty over how constantly flaccid Silk is. Even when we masturbate ourselves, watching and spurring on one another, I notice he struggles to keep an erection. Maybe other mens' cocks are his surrogates? In any case, I take his balls and shaft into my hand, gently rolling the whole soft package between fingers and thumb. There's some enjoyment in that, squeezing and tugging and bending and such. An erection doesn't allow that, not in the same way. Always one to return the favour, Silk's hand gropes behind him, easily taking up my own cock and testing our position with a few lusty strokes. Instantly I feel myself twitch involuntarily and fill out more fully in his hand. Hot water prickles my body, especially my hairy balls. I surprise him with a splash to his, he jolts in protest, but the twinge of reaction I feel in his cock says otherwise. I grind myself against him and knead his cocks head in my fingers. A penis like his needs constant encouragement. We take to stroking ourselves for a time. I had the best of front row seats to watch his cock finally bloom upright. I leave mine be, as it doesn't need the constant attention to keep hard, though of course wants it, and I grab his ass. I force him around some, like he likes to have done. I spread him and have our bodies roughly lined up. As quick as I've done that, his free hand slips around, ready to guide me straight. Guide me gay, really. He's giddy and murmuring encouragement. He's usually at me to go further than I would otherwise go with him. Silk knows what he wants, and what he wants is to be stuffed full of another man's member. And that man's cum, and then another man again. Maybe both together - his stories include as much. He doesn't fuck about with his fucking, is what Im saying. The next few minutes I think maybe cross into premium account territory, but I'm sure I can safely allude to them if I just happen to leave the words "tip", "tight", "tease", "slowly" and "precum" here for you, my reader. A little later... And I was feeling quite close. As it was, Silk was masturbating, and I could feel every motion of he made, sat as he was on my body. He left little beads and threads of precum on the hairs of my happy trail, something that indeed made me happy. He was getting there, too. I joined in on him, mostly just working my fingers around his, brushing at his cockhead as I could. At the same time, I managed to give my cock a quick wash in the warm bathwater, an activity that brought me dangerously near the edge right there. I was so swollen and ready by then. "Hold on," I choked out. I made my suggestion and, fifteen seconds of adjustment later, we were ready for the 69. Apparently, I give better head than expected. Never sure what to make of this, I've long since decided to simply take it as a compliment. Silk is positively very good at blowjobs, with all the practice he's had it stands to reason, and I was so close that he really did not need to be. Every second more I lasted in his pert little mouth was its own prize; Silk could have finished me in an instant, if he'd wanted to, I was shuddering so much. He wouldn't spoil it early. I really do wonder if he doesn't enjoy other cocks more than his own. He was hard, but not like I was hard, throbbing and thrusting, disturbing the water around us and fit to blow. I couldn't hold out any longer. I snared his head in my hands pushed him down like a dynamite plunger. The sounds of surprise, and slurping, of meaty slapping and choking and water splashing all at once; the look on his face, the feel of his head in my hands and sweet goodness of my cock in his mouth as I hit the onset of my orgasm made a moment that was, very simply put, very awesome. So many gasps and spurts. I couldn't count them all. He squirmed with every one of them and I held him down until the very last echo of the very last cum spurting sensation fell away. It was hugely selfish of me to do that, I know. Even so I could not help myself. Finally, I eased poor Silk's head back up. He slid off me so slowly, it was a torture. He parted his lips and left me covered in saliva and semen. Not ropes, not pools, at least not pools yet, but a single, thick layer of cum that covered every millimeter of my cock. It was already trickling down, to my stomach, down my sides and through my legs, smearing my testicles. It tickled as it flowed down me, eventually finding its way to the warm bathwater. "Oh my god!" is what I believe I said, when enough time had passed that I remembered how to think. And still there was more, spilling down, drizzling onto me. Silk wiped his mouth, he worked his tongue around some and swallowed a few times. He looked like someone who'd just walked out of a car crash unscathed, all shock and disbelief. He repeated the words. "Oh my god." I didnt finish Silk, like he had finished me. I wanted to, but I couldn't. I was out of commission after cumming like that. It had really been me, all shock and amazement, stepping from that proverbial car wreck. He left the bath but I didn't move until the bath water, having plastered semen to me in all manner of places, had gone quite tepid. Silk, for his part, had a modest orgasm. He brought it on in almost a business like manner and let into the sink. Never a shooter of big loads, Silk shuddered quietly, let his semen spill out of him, and that was that. We showered again and the bath drained. That evening we masturbated ourselves and one another, several times, but the mood was more casual than before, almost nonchalant. I tried to repay him the orgasm he had given me, one of the best I'd ever had, but I never managed it. He came two times more that evening. He didn't seem to care, almost. He cheered up a little when I came during a handjob, even if it was only a fraction of what had come before, it was enough to make a mess on his fingers, which he played with for a minute or two. Sometimes at night he likes to hold my cock, but I don't remember him doing that or, if he did, I was already asleep. Such was the end of it. I like Silk, not just for our sexual antics but as a friend, too. Its fondness, but... I really don't understand the guy.

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