The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Chapter 6

Dousing the Fire

During the cab ride to Kevin's apartment, very little was said. From the back seat, I kept looking out of the corner of my eye to where he was sitting. As the ride continued, I spread my legs apart and my knee touched his leg. Our fingers, which had only brushed against each other before, were now clasped together. The cab began its entrance to a bridge and as the wheels rumbled against the steel grate below, my hand slowly moved over to his leg. My fingers continued stretching along soft cotton slacks until they reached something long and protruding. Despite everything that had happened only hours before, my fingers trembled as they gripped around him, its length growing by the second. Suddenly, I pulled my hands back and folded my arms against my chest. Neither of us moved and the next thing I remember, a hand grabbed me by the shoulder- the cab ride had ended. We had reached Kevin's apartment.

While Kevin searched his pockets for keys, I stood behind him without saying a word. On instinct, my arm reached out and I shoved my hand in one of his back pockets. The door opened and once inside, he clicked a small nightlight by the door's entrance. It was still pretty dark and he led me by the hand towards a small bedroom. I collapsed on a mattress in complete exhaustion and when I woke up, my sneakers, pants, and shirt were neatly folded in a small pile near the foot of the mattress. Kevin was still sleeping on the floor next to me and I quickly dressed myself and walked outside into a bright sun.

By the time I got home, I felt completely out of sorts and I quickly showered. On the kitchen table, a note was stuck beneath a plate of food that read,

You're favorite...

Love Mom

I did not need to look under the plate to know that there were two sausages and some scrambled eggs, still warm. As I held the note in my hand, I had the strange feeling that I was six years old again. I forced back tears and went to my room to look for a phone number. Holding the phone to my ear, I waited for the voice at the other end. "Hello?". There was a brief pause on my end. "Hello?". More silence. My finger pushed the release button and a dial tone rang in the ear of the person I had just called.

Now I know I haven't spoken about the job that I have but it's only because it bores me to tears to even mention it. I work in the mailroom of a large publishing company. I've never told anyone I work with about the fact that I write, or that I've ever written anything. I distribute the mail and make lots of photocopies. It's not a career but it may turn out to be given the fact that I've been rejected from several of the colleges I applied to. I try not to think about it too much and on the next trip to my rooftop, I pulled out a magazine I had taken from the bar and leafed through it. I ran my fingers over a glossy page that listed nightclubs. Wait, Kevin mentioned this place once, I thought to myself as my finger stopped over the words Fridays belong to Sin. Without hesitation, the page was ripped out and shoved into my pocket. Sin would have to belong to next Friday since I was taking a road trip with one of my cousins this Friday.

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I've always been a naturally curious person. Now you might be thinking that it's a good thing, that curiosity is a sign of intelligence and all that other crap people associate it with. I'm of the mind that curiosity can expose someone to not so wholesome things- the type of things that develop some not so wholesome desires.

 

Friday rolled around and my cousin Anthony and I drove out of state on a road trip. Halfway to our destination we wound up staying at a local YMCA in a large city. He had the idea that we should see if we could use the exercise facility. In fact there was one and with a small admission, we found ourselves inside a surprisingly large workout facility. What YMCA's might lack in quality, they more than make up for it in size. I was not as eager as Anthony to complete a workout and besides, I was already in very good shape.

I now found myself wandering into the men's locker room. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked and stood in front of a huge mirror near the lockers. The towels they gave out were tiny and I had to cup my hands in front of me to conceal a bulge that hadn't even begun to grow. Yet.

In the back of the locker room, a sauna with a small wooden door stared back at me. I walked in and sat down on a hot wooden bench. Two other guys were seated opposite one another against the wall to the side of where I was sitting, facing the door. My high school did not have a sauna and it was only the second time I had ever been in one, the last occurrence taking place on an overnight trip with my high school track team. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed one of the guys staring at the guy opposite him. Something began bobbing underneath his towel and my eyes grew wide. His cock was throbbing and it grew into something that picked up his towel on its own, revealing a pair of huge testicles below. I quickly looked over at the other guy next to him and realized the same exact thing was happening to him as well. In a moment of panic, I glanced at the window of the sauna's door- no one in sight. Now, my own towel was being pushed upwards, except that I was quickly going to run out of room to conceal what lie beneath.

From where I was sitting, I continued watching through the door of the sauna. As I watched, the two guys sitting across from me began moving towards one another. I think they assumed I had decided to watch the door for them because in the next moment, the shorter man leaned forward and grabbed the cock of the other guy. Both of their towels fell to the side and the man who now swallowed the entire length of the other guy grabbed his nipples and pinched them. I looked down and realized that the towel no longer covered me- a long, thick shaft poked far beyond the edge of the warm, damp cotton towel and on instinct, my legs began spreading further apart. In the back of my mind, I pushed out an intolerable thought; I hope my cousin hates intense heat.

The man who was swallowing the taller guy pulled a long cock from his throat, as if removing something that had been planted deep inside, and began sucking the other guys' nipples. Between the two of them, I could not take my eyes off of the taller one, the man whose nipples were being licked and bitten, the one who's back was shoved hard against the wall, making a loud thud that jerked my attention back to the window of the sauna. Suddenly, he leaned forward and pushed the shorter guy until his back was against the wooden slats of the sauna. The taller guy was sporting a crew cut while the shorter one had long, blonde hair, a pretty type. The tall one grabbed the other guy beneath his knees and pushed his legs in the air, burying his face in an opening that was already waiting for him. The further he pushed his legs back, the wider he spread them apart. I tried hiding my cock beneath the towel but it seemed impossible. I pulled it straight up against my stomach, tying the towel as high as possible but when I looked down, I could see my entire scrotum, swollen beyond belief as if melting into the wood, completely visible. Pushing the towel down to try and cover it up only revealed a thick, swollen head that was now dripping on its own. It was useless but I preferred someone being able to see my balls as opposed to anything else.

A sound cut through the tiny room that was lit in a soft yellow light. A tongue was being buried inside of a soft pink opening and when I looked over, I watched in amazement as the shorter guy pushed the closely shaven head of the taller one into an opening that wanted something more. The tall guy motioned his head back and forth, as if he was saying no without words. Then I realized it- the friction from the stubble of his crew cut was driving the other guy completely wild. I was getting that feeling again, like jealousy but it was mixed with something else, something more powerful. I held the small knot of my towel in one hand and sat next to them but they continued without notice. I couldn't stand it any longer- it felt as if I was not even there, irrelevant somehow and I wasn't going to tolerate it for a second longer. I reached my hand out and made my presence known.

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Before I finish this story, let's go back to the curiosity thing for just a second. When I was fifteen, my mother decided to leave my older brother and I alone at the apartment so that she could attend the funeral of a distant relative. The first night she was gone, my brother asked me for an unusual favor. Specifically, he asked if I minded spending part of the evening at a friend's house. He needed to be alone in our home and although I knew why he wanted the time, I pretended to go along with his request. On the inside, something about it began gnawing at me, a curiosity I simply could not dismiss. I devised a plan whereby I hid in one of the closets of the bedroom we shared. It was a small storage closet and it was completely unlikely that he would have any reason whatsoever to open it. The time I spent in the closet seemed interminable but I had to confirm my suspicions. I must have stood in the closet for what felt like days. Then, the moment arrived.

From behind the door, I could hear a young woman's voice speaking to my older brother. A pretty voice, giggling occasionally, suddenly went quiet. Shortly afterwards, light from the bedroom ceiling went off and I could hear rustling. Although it was dark, I managed to keep the door slightly ajar and light from the hallway allowed me to witness something I should not have seen but could not have taken my eyes from for all the money in the world.

My brother was sitting on the edge of the bed with his shirt removed, muscles rippling in the light of the hallway. The young woman's hands caressing him all over. I could see him pulling her shirt off revealing a pair of ample breasts. Now, he pushed her to the bed and lay on top of her. I watched as her hands pulled off the black jeans he was wearing. In the light, I could see her fingers caressing his buttocks, and I watched him pull her pants off. They continued caressing one another and suddenly, I could hear a cry, as if someone was in pain. Without looking, I knew that the source of the pain had everything to do with the photograph that hung over his bed, the one with him in black pants, legs spread apart, resting against the sides of a dirt bike, an impossibly long outline that bulged without end.

As the cries grew louder, something in me stirred. I was completely bewildered by what I was feeling. A mix of blinding curiosity, misguided lust, and rage swept over me. My hands were pressing harder and harder against my crotch. The young woman switched positions and sat on top of him, wrapping her arms around him. It was still pretty dark so I couldn't see much but in the next moment, she moved and I could see it as if it was right in front of me. It was buried deep inside of her and I could hear the sound of it being pulled out and shoved in over and over again, like a nail being driven into my head. An unexplainably painful spike that drove through the center of my heart when I heard both of them shouting, seconds before he pulled out and shot across the room. The pain did not subside when I ejaculated beneath the warm pressure of my own hands in the darkness of the closet. In fact, I never hated him more than I did in that moment although I had no idea as to the source of my anger. Sean, I whispered through gritted teeth, before sinking quietly to my knees.

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The sauna had now reached a temperature that would have been intolerable under normal circumstances. These were not normal circumstances however. The man with blonde hair and a pretty face looked over at where I was now sitting and pulled himself up. The man with the crew cut turned around and faced me. His lips were bright red from his efforts and he licked them. Under the yellow light, I could see just how dark his eyes were, a dark blue that sparkled in the heat. Sweat was rolling down his neck and a long slender vein bulged out of his neck. He grabbed his towel and water bottle, and tied the towel around his waist, tucking an erection beneath a knot tied at the waist. As he walked past me, his fingers brushed against the soft, slick hair of my legs and smiled cautiously before opening the door to the sauna and leaving. The blonde looked at me and smiled. "He'll be back in a minute" he said, sensing my curiosity. He walked over and after untying the knot around my waist, he pulled me inside of his throat. I ran my tongue over my lips and as I disappeared down his throat, I squeezed my legs around his head and tightened.

When the man with the crew cut returned, I nearly jumped in fright but quickly realized who it was. The man whose head was gently gripped between my legs continued stroking me with the smooth muscles of his throat while the man with the crew cut came from behind and spread apart his cheeks with two enormous hands. He was hard in a matter of seconds and when he entered him from behind, I could feel the shorter guy's throat muscles tighten in pleasure. I leaned forward and grabbed the head of the man with the crew cut, our mouths dissolving in a moment of frenzy.

I had not forgotten about the fact that no one was watching the door but I was also aware that we would be able to hear someone walking up to the sauna. My fingers released from his head and slid down towards his neck, the soft pulsing of the veins in his throat sliding against my fingers that were now pressing harder. My hands continued their search and I grabbed his nipples, squeezing two irresistibly soft bumps of flesh between my fingers. Now my hands slid down his back and continued until they reached his buttocks. I pulled him closer to me, pulling him inside of the other guy even deeper. I reached my fingers around and felt a bulging vein of penis that continued growing by the second.

My legs spread apart even further and I wrapped them around the back of the man who was swallowing all of me. The crew cut guy grabbed one of my feet and shoved it into his mouth. I could see my toes disappear behind warm red lips and I leaned forward again, shoving my tongue inside of his mouth, the feel of my own toes against my tongue causing shivers to go up my spine despite the intense heat.

The man with the crew cut suddenly pulled himself out of the other guy and a loud dripping noise filled the room as something spilled out of the man who had swallowed all of me. I leaned forward and the guy with the crew cut shoved his cock in my mouth. An indescribably sweet taste filled my mouth and I swallowed as much of him as I could. Now, he stepped down again and went back inside of the guy swallowing me. We began kissing again and I could feel his breathing become more and more rushed. It was not going to be long. My fingers reached down again and I grabbed the thick vein at the base of his penis while one of my fingers rubbed against something smooth and pink. I could feel my fingers slip inside of him and in the next instant, two additional fingers slid inside. My hand pulled him closer to me and once again, I could feel myself slide even further down the other guy's throat. The man who was swallowing me was grabbing the edge of the wooden planks and I continued putting in the remaining fingers of my hand inside the other guy. As my thumb made its way inside, it happened.

The man with the crew cut arched his back and spread himself even further apart and as saliva poured from both of our mouths, my entire hand slipped inside to the wrist. I could feel nothing but warmth and then something began throbbing below my fingers, which were now buried deep inside of him. Rivers of ejaculate were pouring into the other guy and my hand actually slipped inside even further before the tightening spasms clamped around them, holding it in place while he deposited streams of cum inside the other man.

It had to have been a powerful spray because in the next second, I looked down and saw that the other guy was shooting watery streams of cum over the floor. It sprayed over one of his feet and splattered against the wall I was leaning against. I couldn't believe he was shooting without anyone even touching him and as I began releasing my own stream down his throat, he continued spurting across the floor, a giant sticky clear puddle growing by the second. When I pulled out of his throat, I kept shooting and it landed across his cheek. He turned to get out of the way and the next shot sprayed across the neck of the man with the crew cut. As it streamed down his neck, another shot, even heavier than the previous, shot across the room and landed on top of a pile of black stones that were used to release heat into the sauna. A loud sizzling noise went up as two more shots landed over it. A large hand pushed my cock against my stomach and the remaining streams squirted over my stomach and rolled down in watery streams into the crevice between my testicles and my legs, which were shaking uncontrollably.

The sound of footsteps made each of us scramble to find our towels and by the time each of us wrapped ourselves back up, the door to the sauna opened and my cousin Anthony walked in. From the other side of the sauna, a loud sizzling continued, the sole evidence of the enormous lava flow that had erupted only moments before.

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