Chapter 6: Give Me Some Dirty Sex

September 24th - October 23rd, 1987

Poking my head in the motel room’s bathroom to check it out, I said, “I don’t know about you, but I’m dripping wet from all that jogging.”

Joey’s hands slipped under the front of my shirt as he pressed himself against my back.

“I am too,” he said, rubbing his hands all over my hard, sweaty chest. “Nice and dripping wet.”

He buried his nose into the shoulder of my wet shirt, and I felt him licking and sucking the juices out of it. When he stopped, he stood there feeling my chest and pecs, breathing in lung full after lung full of my scent.

“You know,” he said a few minutes later while pulling my shirt off over my head. “This is a lot like one of my wet dreams I had about you. But I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.”

I asked, astonished, “You had more than one wet dream about me?”

Joey kissed my bare shoulder and said, “Two of them after that one day with that fat chick. I wonder if she lost that weight.”

Closing my eyes to let his caresses work their magic, I said, “We’ll just have to find out when we get back.”

But before I could lose myself in his hands sliding over my wet skin, Joey turned me around to face him. Once his shirt was off, we were exploring each other’s mouths with our tongues.

I could feel Joey’s urgency to get beyond the foreplay and knew when his mouth began to travel down my neck and chest that I wouldn’t be enjoying it much longer.

But I was wrong. Joey seemed to be satisfied just sucking the almost dried sweat off my well outlined manly breasts. I had to admit that the hormones had helped considerably in the forming of my manly features, and as Joey’s hands traveled up and down my back, I felt very proud of the well-developed muscles I had.

In just over a month and a half of being on the hormones along with the almost four weeks of running the track, weight training and other forms of exercise the Eta program had us doing, Joey and I had gone beyond what we had achieved the previous year in building muscles. The Etas were very careful about not over stressing any particular muscle group by following some complex scheme of what we did on a particular day that I had yet to figure out.

Joey was both slightly taller and more muscular than I was. Not that significantly more, but enough that I when I purposely complained to him about it, Joey felt I wasn’t just blowing smoke up his ass - which I was to help bolster his position in our complicated relationship.

The things I did for people...

Joey surprisingly came back up for another round of tongue wrestling, then as we paused to catch our breath, he said, “Let’s play a game of follow the leader.”

“Follow the leader?”

“Yeah. I’m the leader. Anything I do to you, you then have to do to me next. And you have to do it as well or better than I do. Agreed?”

I said uncertainly, “I guess so.”

“Good. Get started.”

I said, surprised, “Huh? I thought you were the leader?”

Joey said with a smirk, “I am and I already did something,” and then rubbed some of his spit into my left breast.

“Oh,” I simply said before I pressed my mouth over his.

I was surprised at how easily I became excited while sucking and licking his manly breasts. They had a firmness to them all their own, much firmer than a woman’s, yet not unpleasantly so. I think it was more about it being different feeling than anything else.

When my turn was over, Joey looked in my eyes and said, “Thank you.”

My natural reaction was to kiss his cheek and hug him, and I was rewarded with his own affectionate hug and kiss.

But after the affection had worn off, Joey’s hands began their wandering. He proceeded to kiss his way down my body, his hands pushing my shorts down as his lips crossed the no man’s zone.

My dick was at full attention as he playfully licked my balls and around my cock’s base, and I was finding his finger’s attention on my rose to make it increasingly difficult to keep standing.

When I almost lost my balance, I nervously chuckled and said, “You know the sad part to this is?”

Joey paused in his tongue work to ask, “What?”

“That Suzi isn’t here to see this part. I keep thinking of her birthday three-way. How you were so conflicted to suck your cock with her mouth. And now...”

Joey said a little angerly, “Don’t talk about Suz.”

I flinched when he stood up, grabbed my cock and led me to the shower by it.

After turning on the shower, Joey returned to previous activities, but I stopped him and asked, “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Suzi.”

Again, he got angry, but I was a little angry myself. Suzi was an important part of our sexual relationship and I wasn’t about to continue without understanding his feelings on the matter and said so.

Joey groaned, “Fuck, Tim. I don’t want this to be about her, okay? This is between us. Only us. You start mixing Suzi into it, and it becomes something else.”

I asked, “Do you have any urges to rape her like you did me?”

I saw the tears form in his eyes as he said softly, “No. The things I did to her is what makes me hate Steven the most.”

I nodded. Many of his nightmares had Suzi in them, though they just as likely had his parents or Sarah in them too. He had even had a few about Brad, Sandi, the twins, my mom, and other people we knew from school. Not John or any of the ring slaves for some reason. And on the rare occasion they involved me, I was just there. Joey had already lived any nightmares concerning me out.

And that fact only made me want to kiss him. In some ways, this quest to find Sarah was bringing us closer than ever, though I realized later a lot of it was me letting my emotions cloud my senses of what was really going on. The truth was, I wanted that connection with him as badly as he did, maybe even more. The very idea that Steven could have gotten closer to him than I had just made me feel desperate to correct that injustice.

I had no trouble getting Joey excited again. In fact, our kissing and grinding our cocks into each other got us both worked up, and by that time, the water was hot. I happily got in the shower with him and immediately grabbed the soap and started soaping his ass. I had actually been for the most part enjoying it to that point, and was looking forward to the fun we always had in the shower in the past.

But then I caught a glimpse of Joey sniffing the unwashed fingers he had used to massage my asshole, and I shuddered with disgust when he tasted it with his tongue.

I couldn’t help but hesitate when he moved to kiss me again. But Joey knew what he was doing, and after feeling his hands going up and down my back, gently humping our dicks together while he patiently suckled my lips, I finally allowed his tongue access to my mouth and quickly sent mine into his.

The water flowing over our hot skin only gave us more lubricant for our hands as they explored every muscle, every crevice of our young masculine bodies. Our cocks were bouncing into each other as we humped in a rhythmic pattern, their precum constantly getting wiped onto our bellies before it was washed away by the falling water whenever we separated enough for it to pass.

I realized I had begun to like the feel of his powerful and masculine body in my arms, the feel of his manly like body almost becoming arousing to me. In fact, I believe I was the first to send my fingers down to his asshole, and I couldn’t help but let my desire to start fucking rise when Joey immediately did the same.

But Joey was the leader, and he even though he did want to fuck, he had other things he wanted to do first. When I felt him pulling away from the wall, I allowed him to turn me around and bend me over. He startled me when he ran his tongue across my ass cheeks, but I was glad he had warned me before his tongue probed my ass a moment later.

I couldn’t believe how quickly I lost my displeasure over his tongues attack. Within minutes I was using my hands to help hold my ass cheeks apart and meeting his tongues thrusts with my own. The more tongue he squeezed in, the more my ass loosened, and thus the more of his tongue he was able to squeeze in.

Deeper and deeper his tongue went into my rectum, wiggling and probing while his lips would once in a while seal around the entrance to suck his tiring tongue back in. On probably his tongue’s fifth re-entry, my cum hit the floor without either of us having touched my dick, and then after another stimulating feel around, his tongue was replaced with his wonderfully thick dick.

Once he had worked the slight remaining resistance out of my ass, he stood me up and slowly fucked me while turning my head and starting another kiss. That time I could smell the trace of corruption on his breath, but didn’t really notice much of a taste, especially once I had lost myself again into the passion of our anal sex.

Our breathing became too heavy to kiss very long, and soon he had me leaning up against the wall again as he went full out pounding my ass. I would have enjoyed it a lot more if I hadn’t been feeling his lust building towards something I knew I wasn’t going to like.

Joey gasped and grunted as he came, pulling his dick out of my ass just as his first shot erupted. I groaned with disappointment feeling his hot spunk splash against my hole, but as my rose spasmed from the wet stimulation, he plunged a good portion of the ejaculate into my ass by the head of his dick. Joey timed his partial penetrations so that his cum was sprayed onto my rose before his cock shoved part of it inside me, and this was incredibly pleasurable to my already tingling ass.

His orgasm hadn’t even finished its last spurt when Joey suddenly stopped his shudders and shakes to slam the water off. As the sounds of our breathing filled my ears, I became aware of the throbbing cock still sitting with its head up my ass, growing harder than ever as Joey’s lust reached a new height.

My own dick softened as my fear for what he was contemplating about grew. I wanted to jump away when I felt Joey reach down between us, then relaxed when he ran his finger up my crack to my asshole. But when I realized his cum covered finger was rising up to his mouth, I had to close my eyes and fight the retching sensations growing in my stomach.

After Joey finished his smacking sounds, he licked the side of my face near my right ear and said, “Your turn.”

When I didn’t respond, he said, “I said your turn.”

“Joey,” I said, nervously. “I ... I don’t think I can...”

“Please? I really want you to. You said...”

“I know what I said, but that was when I thought you’d make me do it without me knowing I was doing it. But this is ... I know you did it all as loving as possible, and that’s why I’m still standing here. But I’m not ready for ... for ... that kind of dirty sex. You can do whatever you want to me, but I’m just not ready to do it to you.”

“But will you ever be ready?” Joey asked emotionally.

“I don’t know. Maybe. To tell you the truth, once I forgot how gross it was, I enjoyed your tongue fucking me.”

“Then maybe after I do it enough times, you won’t find it so gross, and you’ll try doing it to me,” Joey analyzed.

“Maybe,” I said, doubting it.

“Yeah. You’ll get there. I know you will,” he said as I felt his softened dick growing hard in my ass again. “And then you’ll do other things like this.”

I fought my retching sensations again as Joey bent me over and began licking his cum from my ass. But during the course of Joey’s sucking my ass, I again lost my displeasure and ended up aiding his efforts to get every last bit of his jism out of my ass by pushing my shitting muscles.

After nearly an hour of sex, Joey finally called it quits and we both collapsed into the tub. I sat against the tub’s side with Joey lying on his back between my spread legs, feeling the exhaustion of a long day while our breathing started to slow down.