Chapter 4 The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Bareback Sex Stories

Rematch

The train continued rumbling down the tracks as the skyline rose up from behind me. I was able to find my way home that evening and by the time I got home, my only hope was that my mother would be asleep. I pushed open the door and went into the living room. Wish granted. I now made my way to the bathroom and closed the door. My pants were stuck to my leg and I peeled them off slowly. A dark stain, damp, covered half of the left pants leg almost to the knee. I pulled my shirt off and turned the knob to the faucet marked H. As the steam built, I began preparing.

Secure in the small white tiled bathroom, I stared into the mirror. Hot water sprayed out from the shower and within minutes, the bathroom was filled with steam. I began unbuttoning my shirt. Suddenly, I remembered! The girl from the party, Nicole, had given me a sizeable stub from the herb we had smoked. I bent over and reached into the jeans pocket. Not the left pocket!, I thought in a panic, remembering the shower from before. From the dry but still warm right pocket, I pulled the stub out, a grin crossing my face. Fuck, no lighter, I thought, pinching the cigar between my lips. I suddenly remembered a pack of matches that were left on top of the refrigerator. I ran out and stretched a hand, feeling over the refrigerator top for it, pushing a red nipple into the cold surface. A tingle ran over me and after grabbing the matches, I dragged my torso down, running the nipple over the smooth cold surface. Aside from feeling foolish, I was starting to get nervous, standing with no clothes on in front of the refrigerator. I walked back quietly to the bathroom. The white ceramic tile felt cool and I sat down at the edge of the bathtub and lit the end of the cigar. A red ember glowed eerily in front of me and I felt the warm smoke bathe my lungs. Sweet and pure. Soon after, I could feel warmth rushing through me. I looked down and realized that something long was bobbing heavily in the darkness.

The steam filled the room and soon, beads of sweat formed over every part of me that was exposed. The weed was flowing uninterrupted and in the darkness, I felt my body slip against the side of the tub. I reached into the cabinet in the sink next to the tub and felt around until my hand grabbed something slippery. Some bottles knocked over and I froze for a moment. If she wakes up I'll die, I thought, panicking briefly. Then I felt it slide against my leg as it grew in length. I quickly opened the plastic bottle and felt a slippery liquid smack against my body. I capped it and my hands began taking over, a young lion sinking its teeth into flesh for the first time. Every time.

I don't want to reduce what I'm about to describe in any way. It's not that I don't touch myself somehow as often as possible. It's just that there are times where it's more memorable than others. That evening happened to be one of them. And who could blame me. My body slid down the tub because all I could think of was the moment I first noticed it happening. The picture being unfolded in large hands that looked soft. Fingers that stretched gracefully. Now the oil was warming me and the image intensified. His hands were grabbing me but as I felt my hands tighten around it, oil began running in currents along the veins that made it swell even more. In the midst of a frenzied grip, the image disappeared and another one took its place. My hand enveloped a warm, throbbing head, and as my eyes glistened in darkness, I felt it disappearing inside of him, beneath a silver wall.

The shower continued spraying over the bathtub behind me, the steam pouring into my nostrils which drew in air more quickly now. A giant waterfall whose base I was resting against. My hands continued moving and I could feel the soft warmth of skin, a heavy sac with soft hair rubbing my fingers. Only hours before they had been empty but were now swollen as if drawing liquid from some unknown crevice within my body. A sliver of magma burning towards the surface. Finally, my hands reached down and I could feel the shaft, partially buried and yet, I could still pinch its mass with my fingers, causing it to flop against my stomach, a sticky bead now dripping from the head. A profile was returning and I would not be able to turn away from it this time.

My thoughts raced back to the second I first spotted him, beneath the harsh fluorescent light of a subway station. It was the way in which he stood against the steel pillar though. Something inside that was just below a solid surface. Beneath clothing that looked wrong for the person, behind lips that were full and red. Black hair that curled. Hands. Hands that now grabbed beneath my knees and pushed them towards me. My left elbow pushed beneath the knee of my left leg, pushing it towards me. My forearm extended to a left hand which now pushed warm oil into something soft and inviting. Gently at first. My other hand gripped something impossibly long. The sound of oil against flesh growing warmer by the second was drowned out by steam that poured over everything.

In the increasingly thick fog of warmth, the picture grew in clarity. I could feel my hand make an endless sweep from the base to a head that throbbed with each pass. My hands were now spreading me apart from below, my head keeping me from slipping off the rim of the tub. I could see him staring at the picture and I could see it growing- what I initially mistook for a long crease suddenly taking on its true form. The length of the crease growing as the gaze remained. With every part revealing itself beneath navy blue pants, I could feel the longest finger of my left hand pushing in, my right hand warmed by something that continued to grow by the moment.

Against the edge of the tub, my entire body felt somehow supported. The warmth of steam, of a rushing pulse from a recent memory, from cannabis that filled me with pleasure, from oil that covered every part of me, slipping over smooth skin beneath even softer hands. There was no way to stop myself from what was happening. Nor would I have wanted to. I could see him over me now and his hands pushed my head against the ceramic edge of the tub, hot water soaking my hair. Somehow, I was elevated and he was pushing inside, my finger disappearing further and further. His hair scratched the side of my face as I felt him lose control, taking out some hidden rage. Another finger slipped in and as my back curved as far as possible, a head throbbing with one final memory- I exploded. I no longer felt my fingers and then I felt ever inch of them, shoved impossibly deep, a pulsing river throbbed over them first, through a long tunnel, spraying outside over every inch of my stomach, chest, and shoulder. A stream ran down the side of the bathtub and formed a sticky pool on the cool tile. For a moment, I sat without moving, hands crossed over my chest, a warm, sticky oil beneath. Despite the warmth, I could feel goose-bumps over every part of my body and I shuddered uncontrollably in intervals marked by spasms of mind boggling pleasure, diminishing slightly with each throb. In fact, for the balance of the evening, the last image never really left my head.

Disappointments notwithstanding, something good came from that evening. I called Nicole and the time we spent together over the next month was both reciprocal and fun. Nicole liked to have a good time and during one of the first times we hung out, we walked around the city for an entire afternoon. At one corner, Nicole pointed to a cop who was waiting for his partner to finish buying lunch. Nicole punched my elbow lightly and opened her eyes wide, motioning towards the cop. I turned to look at the dark navy blue uniform and didn't turn away until she elbowed me again. We both smiled, our friendship cemented by an important mutual interest in the things that sometimes mattered the most, for however brief a period of time.

One afternoon, Nicole and I met up in a park. I saw her sitting on the edge of a wooden bench, her sneakers planted on a long plank. Something had changed and although I couldn't put my finger on it, I knew that our friendship had shifted somehow. Our walk around the park seemed more out of obligation than fun. When the afternoon came to an end, we found ourselves by a giant fountain at the edge of a lake. It was our unofficial spot and at that moment, it was really the only thing that held us together. Then, the thing that had drawn me to her in the first place came bursting out. "Here", she said, smiling warmly at me. "I think you should go. You'd have a really good time.", she said, pursing her lips together, innocuous but noticeable. I took the folded piece of paper she extended to me and shoved it in my pocket. The warmth from a moment ago disappeared and when I looked back, there was only one thing I could see in her eyes- it was as clear as the cascading water behind us. Nicole cast her eyes downward and shook her head, the gesture bringing me back to that first evening in the bathroom. "I'll see you later, okay", she said, turning before I could answer. Without knowing for certain, I looked at Nicole walking away and knew two things. I knew that the thing I had seen in her eyes a moment before was the reason why she did not turn around to hear my answer.

I straddled the edge of the round black stone lip of the fountain and reached into my pocket. I pulled out the folded paper and opened it carefully. There was an address to a local bar with the word Thursday circled with a red felt pen. With the same pen, the words red boxer briefs were written at the bottom. I folded the paper up and returned it to my pocket. Two evenings later, I kissed my mother on the forehead and she poked me in the stomach, as I ran out the door. "Eat" she said, smiling at the closed door. Standing in a pair of fitted slacks, a nice black button shirt, and black shoes, I waited for the elevator to take me downstairs. The paper from Nicole was folded in my left pocket and my fingers slipped down to make sure it was there. Something was in the way and my fingers grabbed it, pushing it out of the way. The paper was there and my fingers pushed down further, the soft gray cotton threads growing warmer.

The bar had a comfortable feel and had a dance space that was almost hidden off to the side. Against one wall, a small platform looked out over the floor. I passed a fake id and after a few drinks, began realizing that the place had filled up quickly. For a while, music played in the background and I kept to myself at the bar. A contest had begun without my even realizing it and suddenly a roar of cheers went up as the main lights dimmed. A soft red light now bathed part of the stage. A woman named Tiara, who was really a man pretending to be a woman, babbled into the microphone for a while but the only thing I could really focus on was the red light. Suddenly, the music came back up and a guy walked from behind a black curtain and into the light. After a moment of walking around, Tiara came over and ordered him to turn away from the crowd. Her obvious gesture of pulling at his underwear to measure with her own eyes made the crowd roar with laughter. Four other contestants went up on stage and before Tiara decided upon a winner, she reminded the crowd that anyone was free, at any point, to challenge the finalist. "Kevin", Tiara shrilled to the delight of the audience.

A tall man with a decent build pushed the curtain out of the way and walked confidently beneath the red light. Like everyone else, I couldn't take my eyes off the man that now stood in front of everyone. Kevin's eyes were shielded by a baseball cap pulled low over his head. His hands began removing the dark gray slacks and he kicked his shoes off. Looking out at everyone, he stood still for a moment, revealing a pair of boxer shorts with the print of the American flag. My eyes froze and in the midst of a warm red light, the black outline of a slender, athletic torso began swiveling- something long and enormous waving back and forth to the crowd that began shouting. Something inside of me stirred and although I couldn't put my finger on it, I began walking forward, closer to the stage. I felt some kind of weird longing inside, something that felt invisible but wanted to take shape. The thing on the other side of the wall. A lust mixed with rage, instinct guiding the rush of fluid inside of me. I waited for Tiara to complete her evaluation and when she pushed her fist into her mouth, the crowd roared, preparing to crown its winner. Not if I can help it, I thought.

"You bitches wanna take on this gorilla", Tiara screamed, grabbing the front of Kevin's boxer shorts. From the side of the podium, I approached in an oversized straw hat I had borrowed from one of the losing contestants. For the second time in my life, I braced myself for the showdown. A rematch whose outcome, unlike the first time, seemed unclear to me. However, it felt no less important. I walked to the front of the stage, my fears diminished by the rum and weed from earlier, and tilted my head down, a pair of full lips disappearing. Music began playing and a crowd that was stunned in disbelief watched as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor next to me. I began unbuttoning the pants I was wearing and I bent over to pull them off. When I stood back up, I kept my gaze down. I turned slowly, creating a profile in motion. When the semi-circle was complete, the crowd began screaming. Standing between us, Tiara held each of our hands up and implored the crowd to choose its winner. She held up Kevin's hand and a roar laced my eardrums. I did not look up and Tiara raised my arm in the air, a thin torso whose skin glowed in the red light as a scream went up and did not stop. Tiara dropped to her knees and kissed my foot. Without warning, I turned around and walked off stage.

An hour later, I spotted Kevin and we struck up a conversation that initially revolved around how silly the whole thing seemed. We laughed at the antics of Tiara and ordered another round of drinks. The bartender passed them over and pushed away the bills I had put down in front of him. On one hand, the conversation moved very easily. There didn't seem to be any awkward breaks or uncomfortable silences. On the other hand, the contest from earlier had only created a tension that did not satisfy curiosities on either behalf. Only once was it acknowledged. I had put my hand on the edge of his seat that he was standing directly in front of. For a second, I felt something warm push against my hand. I kept my hand where it was and the next time I felt something push against it, a feeling of clarity came over me. Something that was still soft but growing more firm revealed the source of my curiosity. "Cmon', he said, leaning closer to me. "I know someplace we can hang out for awhile". I followed him to the back of the bar. There was a storage room that someone who worked there had given him the key to, and when the door closed behind us, we were immersed in total darkness. The sound of music filtered its way into the room and I felt a pair of legs pushing closer to me. The rush that I had felt just before walking towards the podium earlier now returned. Fury was replaced by a lust that had grown from the rematch, a hidden desire to defeat that which I wanted the most.

I pulled at the buttons on my shirt and could feel a warm mouth biting my stomach. Outside, the music continued blaring and now I bent down to find something in the dark. I had already stumbled to the floor and he was over me, pushing my legs apart. The room felt as if it was spinning for a moment until I felt Kevin's hands pulling my pants off. He ran his hands along my back and when they couldn't go any further, he gripped the bottom of me in his hands and squeezed. I reached forward and grabbed the bottom of something throbbing, pulling it into my mouth. A thin film of salt began coating my tongue and I realized that I might not be able to do what I wanted. Kevin pulled out of my mouth and I sat on the floor with one hand supporting me, the other gripping the side of his thigh. Suddenly, a gentle voice echoed in my left ear. "Breathe out and then go". I leaned forward and now Kevin stumbled to the floor...

When I was 15, a friend of mine and I traveled across the city to an amusement park that featured one of the best roller coasters in creation. We pooled our money together and when the day was nearing the end, we knew it was time to go for the big ride. We grabbed the chain link fence that surrounded the ride and listened to the coaster roar, its wheels flying over metal rails. I pulled the rest of our money out of my pocket and realized in terror that there was only enough money left for one ride. I must have fucked something up along the way, I thought to myself. My friend looked at me and knew right away. "Go ahead, I've been on it before", he said, lying to me. When the car I sat in reached the highest peak, I looked down. A spectacular view unfolded before me and filled every part of me with an indescribably ecstasy. I had wanted something so badly and when the moment came to share it with someone, I found myself dropping to earth at blinding speed, alone. The rumbling car wound through a maze of steel rails that curved in every direction and I finally got off. We never spoke about the ride again and for the first time in adolescence, I understood why sometimes people lie...

Kevin and I were tangled in a maze of legs and arms. Instinct helped me find what I truly wanted and I gripped it in my hands, exhaled deeply, opened my mouth, and pulled it further and further down. Suddenly, I felt myself disappearing inside of his mouth. I froze as inch after inch was lost in a moist warmth. I wrapped my arms around the bottom of his waist and squeezed. Now, I was disappearing even further down his throat. In a tight embrace, we pulled as much of each other as possible, writhing over the floor in darkness. Kevin stopped for a moment and whispered one last thing into my ear. The rush from earlier returned with a fury that we now agreed to release, to share. I pulled him deep inside my mouth and I could feel his lips reaching the end of me. His throat tightened and I began shooting uncontrollably. The reason his throat had tightened now showered down my own throat in an endless warm spray. The two of us exchanged every drop of rush that had built up and when it stopped, neither of us moved. I could still feel him pulsing except that it was now indistinguishable from the grip of my throat. I don't believe that anything could have separated us in those moments and I continued to spasm on the floor, the last drops of pleasure disappearing into warm darkness.

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