Four Friends Ch. 03
Keywords: Friends, Ch., Four, 03,
1 2 3 4 5 Next
I opened my eyes to morning light filtering into the hotel bedroom. Bruce's white noise machine was still putting forth its synthesized ocean noises. I reached over and turned the volume down, yawned and stretched.
Next to me Charlie was still asleep, as were Bruce and Lloyd in the other bed. I looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Kind of early for a Saturday morning.
My bladder was full, so I got out of bed, being careful not to wake Lloyd's partner, and tiptoed toward the bathroom. As I passed the other bed I looked at Bruce. He seemed so peaceful lying there, his muscular shoulders and the swell of his chest visible above the covers, that I smiled despite myself. I thought about what I had overheard last night, he and Lloyd making love while they thought Charlie and I were sleeping. Would I say anything to him about it? I couldn't make up my mind.
I shut the bathroom door as quietly as I could and let my morning flood loose into the toilet. I decided I might as well go ahead and shower since I was dressed for it. I flushed, stepped into the tub, and turned on a warm spray.
I had shampooed my hair and gotten up a good head of lather when the bathroom door opened. I looked around the shower curtain and saw that it was Bruce.
"Good morning," he said. "Sorry to bust in, but I really have to pee."
"Fine, go ahead," I said, trying to sound normal, which proved difficult. I'd always loved the way Bruce looked just after he woke. There was something endearing and sexy about seeing a man so put together during the day with his hair sticking up, his face dark with stubble and his eyes heavy with sleep. Right now my affection was clouded by the knowledge of what he had done last night. Not for the first time since we'd all gotten together I felt an ache in my chest, love and pain in equal parts.
I ducked back under the spray and went back to rubbing my scalp, listening to the sound of his pissing, then the toilet flushing. Then, to my surprise, Bruce stuck his head in.
"Could I join you?"
My heart leaped. "Sure." We hadn't showered together in private in goodness knows how long. Bruce stepped in and stood before me, smiling, still looking sleepy.
"I'll be done in a minute," I said, hurrying to rinse off.
"Let me help." Before I could reply or protest he stepped forward, turned me around and began to massage my scalp, pouring handfuls of warm water over my head. I had to admit it felt good.
"This is nice," Bruce said. "We haven't done this in a while."
"No, we haven't." My body was responding to his touch, almost against my will.
By now the shampoo was out of my hair. Bruce stepped closer and put his arms around me. I stiffened, prepared to resist. He spoke softly into my ear.
"I have a confession to make. Promise you won't be mad?"
"What?" Despite the sensual situation we were in, naked and embracing under the shower, every muscle in my body was tense.
"Well--Lloyd and I did it again last night, while you guys were asleep."
Relief flooded into me. He wasn't going to hide what had happened. I didn't let on that I already knew, though. I turned and looked at him, keeping my voice even.
"Wasn't that against the rules?"
Bruce's shoulders sagged. "I know. I woke up and his hands were all over me. I went along because I didn't want to make a scene and wake everyone else up. You've got to believe me."
"Well," I said, "Lloyd's pretty persuasive." I thought of the massage he had given me that had ended in his plowing my ass, and blushed.
"So you're not mad?"
I shook my head. "No."
My partner heaved a sigh and gathered me into his arms. "Thank goodness. I felt so bad when I got up. I had to come in and talk to you."
I leaned my head against his broad chest, the hair on it matted down by the water. This was a very different Bruce than the one that had ordered me out of the house the night of Richard's party. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing for him to face his own vulnerability. "I'm glad you did."
"Well, I owe you big time," Bruce said. He smirked and grasped my cock. "I could pay you back right now, if you want."
I laughed. "I'm tempted, but we shouldn't hog the shower." I got out and reached for a towel on the wall rack. "There's one thing you can do for me, though. Actually, two things."
"Sure, what?"
I paused and stuck my head back in. "Be nice to Charlie. He's a little shy about all this, as you can probably tell."
Bruce nodded as he soaped himself. "You were sweet to him last night."
"And the other thing." I leaned close and gave his long, soft cock a squeeze. "I want you to fuck Lloyd."
Bruce looked astonished, then broke into a grin. "Turnabout's fair play, is that it?"
"Something like that. Charlie says Lloyd wants you but he's scared. He needs to get over that."
Bruce chuckled. "You all are bad. Okay, I'll do it. But I'd rather do it with you." He fixed me with his dark eyes, which were smoldering in a way I hadn't seen in a long time. My breath began to come faster and I felt the blood rush both to my face and cock. Bruce's cock was stiffening and rising too, I noted.
"You will," I said. "We'll settle up once this weekend's over." I gave him a quick kiss, then hitched my towel around my waist. "I'd better get out of here before they start pounding on the door."
When I walked out into the bedroom, Lloyd was lying in bed awake, while Charlie was just beginning to stir. He smiled when he saw me.
"Good morning."
"Hey," I replied. "Sorry we're taking so long. Bruce ought to be out in a minute."
"It's okay," Lloyd said. He winked. "I thought maybe you two were having a little morning fun in there."
I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, no. That's against the rules, right? No hiding away or sneaking around behind people's backs." He had the grace to look a little guilty at that one.
"Well," Lloyd said, recovering, "Once Charlie and I get showered we could have a little mixed doubles. What do you think?"
"To tell the truth, Lloyd, I could use a cup of coffee and some breakfast. It must have been all that activity last night, but I'm starving."
"Hear, hear," said Charlie from the other bed.
Lloyd sniffed. "You guys are no fun."
I shrugged and smiled. In a few minutes we heard the water stop. Bruce came out, rubbing his hair with a towel. He had shaved in the shower.
"Morning. What's going on?"
"These gentlemen," Lloyd said in an aggrieved tone, "Would rather feed their faces than play."
"Well," Bruce said, "I was thinking I was kind of hungry myself."
Lloyd tossed the covers aside and stood up. I pretended not to see the discarded rubber lying on the sheet before he quickly replaced the blanket.
"Well, since I seem to be outnumbered, I'll get ready. Charlie, you want to join me?"
"In a minute." Lloyd shut the bathroom door. Charlie threw back his covers and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Bruce sat next to him and draped an arm around his shoulder. "How're you doing this morning?"
Lloyd's partner suddenly looked a lot more awake. "Great," he said, his voice a bit breathless. I'd always known Charlie held Bruce in awe. I could understand--I'd felt that way myself.
"So, how are we going to get your man to open his little rosebud for us, Charlie?"
Charlie turned beet red. I cracked up. "What's this 'little rosebud' shit?"
Bruce looked at me with mock indignation. "I was referring to a very private part of Mr. Kothman's anatomy. Please be respectful."
"Oh my god." I was in hysterics and it proved contagious. The three of us took a minute to calm down. Finally Bruce said, "Seriously, Charlie, do you think we can get Lloyd to play bottom? I mean, I get the idea so far that's not his thing."
Charlie nodded. "I think he'll do it for you, Bruce. When he was talking to me about this weekend he kept mentioning your--cock." His voice fell on the last word. "He said I'd love it, that he'd even thought about taking it himself but he didn't know if he could." He blushed. "I'm sorry, Bruce. That wasn't a hint."
Bruce shook his head and smiled. "We'll get to that. We just need to get him into a situation where he'll have to put his money where his mouth is."
Charlie's eyes brightened. "You know he brought toys, right?" We nodded. "I think he has his leather handcuffs. Maybe we could get him to demonstrate them or something."
Bruce's eyes gleamed. "Take him prisoner."
Charlie said, "He might go for it. Lloyd's always wanted to try bondage scenes. That's why he bought the cuffs and other stuff. I wouldn't do it. I've never been into that."
My partner laughed. "Charlie, you just might change your mind."
"I'd better get in there. He'll wonder what's going on." Charlie got up and walked toward the bathroom. When he disappeared inside Bruce turned to me.
"You know, he's actually kind of cute. Nice smile. Nice butt too."
I clicked my tongue in mock annoyance. "It's Lloyd's butt we're after, in case you forgot."
Bruce's eyes twinkled. "So maybe I'll have both, since I can't have yours." He grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed with him. "You're a tough nut to crack." He rolled on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips.
"Damn right," I said.
"But worth it," he murmured, nuzzling my cheeks. "Ouch. You're like sandpaper."
"That's right, I forgot to shave. I'd better do that as soon as they're out."
Bruce sighed. "Four guys sharing one bathroom is a drag. Next time we'll have to get a place with two."
"Next time?" I raised my eyebrows.
Bruce smiled and didn't answer.
We may have been two gay couples in the middle of a weekend of sexual experimentation, but nobody would have guessed it seeing us eating together a while later. We decided on a venerable old place down the street from the hotel that served up huge portions of classic American breakfasts. Once we had sat down in one of the narrow wooden booths and ordered up plates of eggs and pancakes (Bruce was sensible and had oatmeal), we looked to all the world like four ordinary men on a joint business trip, or maybe in town for the weekend to catch a University sporting event.
1 2 3 4 5 Next
Keywords: Friends, Ch., Four, 03,