The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Chapter 5

The Beginning of Bareback Michael - The Bareback Story Story Series

Venus returns

Kevin and I stood quietly in the dark confines of the room. We could not see each other but we were standing close enough to hear the slightest change in breath. After leaving the room, Kevin and I exchanged numbers. I wrote mine on the inside of a book of matches. He wrote his on the outside of my hand. At my request. All I can remember now is the way the veins were still swollen, running along the smooth surface of my hand. He grabbed it gently and my pores opened to receive the black ink that flowed over my skin. For some reason, my throat closed and the taste of salt formed an unbroken stream from the roof of my mouth to someplace in the center of me. I smiled, feeling a part of myself beginning to swell in pleasure. I walked outside and the cool air hit me. I turned to look back at the entrance to the bar. High above, Venus still ruled the night sky. But in another place, countless miles away, I could feel it inside. Spring is on the way...

The next morning, I woke up and felt the cool smooth fibers of a long blanket that covered my skin. I swallowed and tasted it again. Salt, running through me. I smiled and pulled a pair of jogging pants on before heading off to the kitchen. A pile of letters with a couple of them separated for me, rested on the table. I ripped open one and began reading...

 

Dear Michael ...

Thank you for considering our university. While there are many qualified applicants, we are unable to...

I did not need to read further. It was the third rejection letter I had gotten and it seemed like there weren't too many options left. Perhaps my college essay was too intimidating, I thought. The truth was that I didn't really feel like going to school but I knew that my mother would be pissed if I didn't. I wouldn't have noticed it had I not walked towards the kitchen. A red light blinked on the answering machine and I pressed play.

"Hey Michael, it's me Kevin. I'll call you later to see if you're around", the message ending abruptly. I rewound the message and listened to it once more. Later that day, I called Kevin back and when he picked up, I realized I wasn't quite sure what to say. We spoke for a bit and agreed to meet up over the weekend. Saturday night. Although it was only another day before we would hang out again, I had trouble sleeping the entire night. When Saturday evening rolled around, I closed the door to my room and prepared to get dressed.

In front of a full-length mirror, I stared back at my naked reflection. The large brown lampshade in the background cast an eerie light and I ran my hands from my neck downwards. Fingers running over smooth skin, muscle tightening as I made my way over my nipple, pausing to run a fingertip over it. Not even realizing the tiny electrical signals that were being sent out. Now down to my stomach, flat, smooth, a trail of hair leading downward. A bottle of oil stood nearby, tempting me. The spray of oil was totally silent; triggering a rush from below every part of my body my hands began covering. When my hands reached behind, they continued on through an opening that was both willing but hesitant. For a moment, my fingers froze at the opening. I could feel every inch of skin that was twice as smooth as the parts my fingers had covered only moments before. Looking towards the mirror, I could see a long line that was dripping from the tip of something long that dangled to the floor directly below it. In the seconds it took my eyes to see the line grow in thickness, a finger that had been waiting impatiently plunged inward, my jaws widened, eyes filling with water. When I reached as far as it could go, I pulled it out slowly and began dressing. Without an ejaculation in over two days, a dull aching set in as I zipped my jeans closed. I slipped on my t-shirt, a light jacket, a new short story, and headed out the door.

The thin letter that I had opened earlier, the envelope that held my rejection letter, was still weighing on my mind while making my way down the street. A thin brown cigar was nestled inside one of my pockets and while I walked, there was something different about the way my legs covered the distance, I did not even realize how quickly I was walking until I looked down at the piece of paper with the directions.

When I got to the apartment, the buzzer rang and I walked in. A well-built fairly attractive guy, who must have been in his mid-thirties, answered the door. In the living room, Kevin stood up and we exchanged handshakes. I forgot how large his hands were since he wasn't really that built. I could feel his fingers press into my hand and for a flickering moment, the memory of the same fingertips pressing into each of my ankles while I exploded into a warm dark shaft, swept over me. I sat down quickly, folding my hands over the front of my pants. Kevin sat across from me while his friend, Anthony, went to the kitchen to get us something to drink. "Vodka and lime okay?" Anthony said, an arm reaching into the freezer. "Sure", I said. "You wanna smoke", I asked Kevin, trying my hardest not to look down at his pants. "Okay", he replied. I stood up and reached into my pocket for the cigar I had brought. As I stood up, an outline I didn't even notice was causing Kevin to watch my searching fingers carefully. High-grade stuff, very nice, I thought. After passing the cigar around, the soft clink of ice and the clouds of smoke that filled the living room began having its effect.

"Where's your bathroom", I asked, the words spilling out as if from someplace far off. I had been holding it in for a while but after several drinks, it was time. Anthony got up and walked in front of me. He was very attractive but there was something reminiscent about his manners. He didn't say much and yet, he almost had a way about him. Expecting, by movement only. I followed and we reached a small bathroom with a few candles scattered over the floor. I stood inside for a moment and I could feel someone standing very close. For a second, I thought it was odd that I couldn't hear any breathing. And then I felt it.

Anthony's fingers grasped me through my jeans. Despite a rush of warmth, I grabbed his hand and pushed it away. I wheeled around and faced him. "What if he-". Anthony grinned and shook his head. "It's okay", he whispered. Looking back on that night, those words may have been the last he spoke. I realized it as soon as he said them and when I looked back at him, something in me broke. It would change the path of everything.

My hands grabbed the front of Anthony's pants and I pushed him into the wall. It did not take long to unbutton his pants and after pulling them off, I pulled my own shirt over my head and threw it to the floor. Our clothes now lay in a heap by the toilet and we continued on. Now this may take a while to explain everything that happened but you'll just have to be patient. I insist.

In the back of my mind, I knew that Kevin would eventually appear. This only added to a violent battle was being waged. I did not know how I would react to having someone walk in on me. On the other hand, the part of me that would hurt someone's feelings for no reason was taking over. It was tied into what was now taking place. Anthony was lying in a missionary position, facing the rim of his bathtub, knees supporting him in the air. I knelt behind him and pushed myself inside. I couldn't believe how smooth it felt but the familiar hand reaching out to stop an increasingly difficult penetration, now pushed against the front of my hip. No. I pushed his hand away and with my own hands, widened him as I slipped further and further in. His knees scraped against the ceramic floor, struggling to pull away. Something about the sound enraged a part of me that had been dormant. I reached and grabbed his hips, pulling him. My arms reached under his armpits and I pulled him closer. The last few inches that he had been fighting slipped inside and my fingers closed on a mouth that was about to open.

To say precisely when it happened would be too difficult. My eyes were closed and I was sinking my teeth into a soft, firm stretch of Anthony's back. I felt a hand on my shoulder and from the position I was in, knew it couldn't possibly be Anthony's. For a moment, I froze. In that second, I could feel how far inside Anthony I was buried. I tightened and on the inside, I could feel Anthony squeezing around me, around a thick base. Kevin stood in front of me, knelt down, and wrapped his fingers around my neck. I saw his lips and now, desire flew in another direction without any warning.

Anthony had managed to lean up and he grabbed Kevin and began swallowing him, inch by inch. I watched in disbelief as Anthony's lips slid further and further up, creating a disappearing act that seemed all but impossible. Once again, desire was shifting but this time, it would be responded to. I pulled myself all the way out of Anthony, creating an opening that refused to close even after I pulled out. I pushed it back near the opening and then pulled away before plunging it back in, all the way to the end. The sudden burst of water from the sink startled me and I tried to pull myself up, forgetting that a part of me was buried deep inside someone else. During the attempt, I grabbed the ledge of the sink for a boost and felt warm water splashing over my fingers. Goosebumps ran up my body and when they reached the part of me that was connected to someone else, I knew what was about to happen...

A few years ago, I was walking around the city with my older brother. At one point, we needed to make our way to the bathrooms of a giant, underground rail station. As we stood in front of the stalls, I could feel an uncomfortable silence between us. I could hear his zipper going down, followed by my own zipper. I stood without being able to do anything until I heard it, the sound of hot water spraying into a tiny cold pool. Followed by my own stream. As we stood there, a contest that was never acknowledged or agreed upon began. Something inside of me felt it and I realized that it would have nothing to do with effort. I glanced over my shoulder and noticed a man staring at the space between Sean and myself. The intent in the stare was unmistakable and now, the sound of water from my brother's stall came to an end. A fountain continued its stream into my end well after my brother had flushed and zipped up his jeans, pushing it into place. It was just that way. Finally, I finished and joined him outside...

Now, the hot water that splashed on my hand triggered a pent up faucet deep inside of me that released without warning. I could feel it surging through me and although I knew I should pull out, I refused to. The sensation of it flowing out and filling up a cavity with a hard stream of warmth was simply too much. Anthony pulled forward and I slid outside of him, a soft noise like something heavy striking water was caused when my head pulled its last inches outward, urine continuing to stream over, and into, a gaping hole. Anthony spun around and grasped the thing he had just pulled out of his body, pulling it into his mouth. A stream of warm water that continued to pour out of me sprayed over his face and when he tightened his throat, pulling it as far down as he could, I could still feel it streaming out, filling him in some other place equally warm, just as eager.

Now that I had finished, I began growing harder which caused Anthony to start coughing. He pulled me out of his throat and my cock bounced loudly against my stomach. Kevin was now kneeling behind Anthony and his fingers pulled him apart, opening him again. Anthony coughed out of reflex when Kevin pushed forward, burying himself in Anthony. I leaned forward and I could feel his face close to mine. His breath was more rapid now and I grabbed his face and pushed it into mine. A moment of panic gripped me and I abruptly stood up. In the next second, I found myself lying on the bathroom floor, cold white tile warming to a smooth back that now lay over it. Kevin was seated at the edge of the tub, supporting Anthony whose legs were resting above Kevin's. His back was against Kevin's chest and Kevin had disappeared deep inside of Anthony. A pair of balls hung lazily at the bottom of a cock that was bouncing up and down from repeated impact.

Anthony stretched his arm out and pulled a small brown glass bottle from the cabinet near the bathtub. He unscrewed it and held it out towards me. Although I didn't know what it was, my instincts made me recoil. I looked at Kevin who nodded to me. I didn't trust Anthony but I already trusted Kevin. I reached forward and after a brief demonstration, sniffed the vapor. A rush of tight warmth coursed through me and I sat up. My cock throbbed almost instantly and the bottle was passed around. Kevin and Anthony now began moving towards me, moving as one. Slowly. The bottle made another round and by the time Anthony grabbed me, squeezing it in his fingers, I realized in disbelief, what was about to be attempted. No fucking way, I thought. There's no possible way.

Anthony spit into his hand and he gripped around me, pulling it upwards. I could feel my head pressed against something but couldn't really tell what. Suddenly, a part of it slipped in. An opening that was pushing to expand needed some help. I pushed one of my fingers in and as it slid its way inside, I could feel Kevin buried far beyond. My finger pulled the soft lining gently and I pulled it out slowly, replacing it with something that would take longer to get in. Finally, after a good deal of effort, I could feel myself slide in, one inch at a time. My cock was pushed tightly against Kevin's and what had been kept separate before could not possibly have been any closer. I could feel a long thick vein throb and ever time I opened my eyes in the bathroom, I searched for his. I gave one final push as Anthony gasped in pain and pleasure. My hand grabbed him, pulling.

I knew that things were getting close and in the next round with the small brown bottle, everyone took an unusually long pull. For a second, all of us froze, anticipating the rush. As if lava flowing from deep inside, everything pounded and we drove even deeper into Anthony. I shoved one hand into his mouth and kept pulling him with the other. Suddenly, I took my hand off of Anthony and reached around, grabbing Kevin's back and pulling him closer, pressing all of us together even more tightly. My face pressed into Kevin's and I could feel hot air pouring out of his mouth as the rush overtook him. Our mouths dissolved into one another and a steady stream of shooting began spraying over my stomach, my chest, past my shoulder blade. I looked down and realized that Anthony hadn't even touched himself, it spurted from the pressure inside. I turned away as the next shot landed on my neck, a watery rivulet flowing towards my shoulder. At the same time, Kevin and I began thrusting as hard as we could and as our mouths dripped into one another's, I could feel him shooting, a huge vein that suddenly burst forth everything. Anthony was still dripping when I exploded inside, Kevin and I spraying what had to be an enormous amount. Two thick veins continued pulsing a sticky stream deep inside and when Anthony pulled up, I shot the rest of it over my stomach, washing away a soft trail of hair in a sticky pool. Anthony's legs were shaking as he continued dripping over me, puddles of everything and everyone dropping over the floor.

Anthony was the first to shower and when he was finished, I stepped into the hot water, barely acknowledging him. He made his way back to the living room and as I stood under the water, I was startled by the sound of the glass door being pulled open. Kevin walked in and closed the door behind him. Neither of us said a word and as the hot water ran over me, he grabbed my hands in his. Kevin pulled me towards him and I wrapped my exhausted arms around his waist. I gripped him tightly as the stream of hot water washed everything away.

Outside, Kevin and I walked down the street. "Are you okay?" he said, breaking the silence. "Yeah, it was cool", I said, still floating. "It's late, why don't you just come over?" Kevin said. A few minutes later, we were sitting in the back of a black Lincoln Town car, melting into the soft, plush seats. Kevin's knee brushed against mine and I left it there. Looking out the window, I spread my fingers over the seat and stared at the buildings that flew by. Somehow, things were moving in directions I could not really get a handle on. There were new emotions, more powerful ones but I wasn't completely sure all of them were good. My right finger pulled a button and the window lowered, cool air blowing my hair around. All I could feel was a cool breeze over my lips and my ears, a cool rush that was welcomed. I lowered the window down a little more and as the streetlights sprayed yellow bands over the backseat, I felt something warm pull at my fingers. A hand slowly uncurled, allowing a pair of strong, gentle fingers to come to rest.

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