Chapter 9: Nick, redux

In the summer of 1990, Maya broke up with me, and Katie broke up with Nick.

I will be the first to admit that I was then, and still am today, completely oblivious when it comes to jealousy. I am definitely not the jealous type, but I also don’t pick up on the cues that I’m making someone else jealous. And apparently I made Maya jealous a lot.

I don’t need or want to go into who was right or wrong, because the net result is the same. I lost Maya. And I was completely crushed.

Katie left Nick because she had a four month work study in one of the small towns in the area. Nick was losing his mind and demanded that she come back to see him regularly. Katie wasn’t having it.

Nick was also completely devastated, of course.

After being dumped, all we had was each other. Our high school friends had all drifted away and we rarely saw them. Again, it’s important to point out that we still hadn’t acknowledged the two days in high school and didn’t speak of it.

But after the simultaneous dumping we started spending all our time together. We both had summer jobs, so our routine was hitting the gym early, working, then getting together and either playing NES games at Nick’s house or drinking beer and watching television at my apartment.

This lasted from June until September, when college started again. Nick ended up in a few of the same classes as me, and our routine switched to him picking me up in the morning, hitting the gym, then heading to the campus together.

The gym we went to primarily had free weights. Even though we’d get a bit sweaty it wasn’t bad enough to require a shower. Typically we’d just get changed into our regular clothes and head out.

But at the end of September, the gym owner added a whole new set of cardio machines. On the inaugural day, Nick and I ran on the treadmills for over an hour. It was a freakishly hot day, and the gym had no air conditioning. Our workout gear was literally drenched with sweat.

We went into the change room, and Nick grabbed a towel out of his bag in preparation for using the shower. A guy getting changed saw what Nick was up to, then shook his head and pointed at his feet.

“I wouldn’t go in there, man. I got athlete’s foot.”

Nick looked at me, disgusted. He came back over to where I was sitting and shrugged.

“Well, I guess we just stay sweaty and gross the whole day.”

“Why don’t we just shower at my place? It’s on the way.”

Nick nodded, then shrugged.

“Okay.” He checked his watch. “My first class isn’t for a few hours so we have time.”

The drive to my apartment was chilly because we were still wearing our sweat-soaked gym clothes. When we arrived I told Nick to go ahead and use the shower first and I’d go grab him a clean towel.

I heard the shower start, so I went into my bedroom and grabbed a fresh towel from my dresser. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and put the towel on the counter.

“Here’s your towel.”

“Thanks.”

As I turned to walk out of the bathroom, I stopped. A small, persistent, nagging voice was trying to get my attention. It told me that Nick was naked and soaping up right behind the cheap thin white plastic of the shower curtain two feet away.

I turned, pushed open the shower curtain, and looked at Nick.

“Got everything you need?”

Nick had been facing the shower head, but now he turned to face me. I am positive that my mouth dropped open.

He looked absolutely amazing. He was still ripped and striated, but definitely more filled out. His chest was chiselled, his abs were so ripped they were casting shadows. I started salivating.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he replied, still looking at me with a look of surprise.

I pulled my shirt off.

“Is it okay if I get in there with you? Get done faster.”

Nick’s eyebrows jumped, but he nodded.

“Sure.”

My cock was instantly at half mast as I dropped my shorts. Nick turned to watch as I pushed the curtain aside and stepped inside.

The shower head was a detachable type, and I asked him to pass it to me. I looked down and checked out his round, muscular glutes as he turned around to grab it.

I took it and sprayed myself down, then handed it back. He clipped it back in place, then turned around to face me. In my peripheral vision, I could see that he was also flying at half mast.

I reached over and grabbed the liquid soap.

“Can I get your back?”

“Sure.”

Nick turned around and I squirted some soap into my hand and started lathering up his back. I ran my hands over his firm, ridged trapezius muscles, down his latissimus, and swirled my hands over his glutes. I gently spread them apart and slipped my fingertips over his asshole.

My cock was now rock hard and twitching involuntarily.

I leaned over.

“Get your front?”

Nick said nothing and turned around, his rock hard cock swinging. I stepped forward and pressed my cock against his, and he reached down and wrapped his fingers around both our rigid shafts.

Then, he looked up. Our eyes met, and I put a hand over his shoulder. Then Nick slowly started thrusting, and the feel of his head rubbing against mine was exquisite.

I suddenly became aware of my heart pounding in my chest. I was certainly shocked about this turn of events, but at the same time it felt very, very right.

I pulled Nick’s neck closer, dying for a kiss. But then I paused. We had never really kissed, just a few little pecks. I didn’t know if he was okay with it.

But even as I stopped, he kept moving. Soon his mouth was there, and he tilted his head. Our lips touched, and a deep moan escaped from inside me. As we kissed, I felt his tongue slide over my lips and I parted them to suck it in.

This new level of intimacy told me everything I needed to know.

I reached past Nick and turned off the shower. I hastily tossed the shower curtain open, grabbed a towel, and dried him off as quickly as I could.

“Bed,” I said, rubbing the same towel over myself.

Nick stepped past me, and firmly slapped my ass on the way by. He squeezed for a second, his fingertips grazing my asshole and balls.

I froze. Now, the thing you have to understand about Nick is that despite the fact that he was gorgeous, he had very low self-esteem like me. While most other guys in the world who looked like him might let it go to their heads and become arrogant jerks, Nick was the opposite. He was really a quiet, humble guy.

I was very well aware of the fact that he had a little adventurous streak in the bedroom, but given the large time gap between those two days in Mark’s changeroom and now, I had assumed that his quiet side had taken over.

I had never asked about his sex life with Katie, but I just assumed that it was a lot like my perception of his personality: very conventional. But this slap on the ass was something different than the image I had in my mind.

When I stepped into the bedroom, Nick was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back with his legs spread slightly. His ripped arms were behind him, his well-defined shoulders pushed up slightly. The little striations where his chest met his rib cage stood out in the dim light of my bedroom.

And those abs. A perfect little six-pack topped by his gorgeous, rock hard cock. My impulse was to get that cock in my mouth as quickly as possible, but as I stepped forward to kneel in front of him he grabbed my waist and pulled me close so that my hard cock was bobbing in his face.

He grasped my shaft, pulled my cock forward, and lightly kissed from my balls to my head. It felt as though my heart would pound out of my chest at any second.

I looked down at him, my breath ragged. He looked up at me with a little smirk.

“Pick up where we left off?”

I breathlessly nodded as Nick leaned in and put his slick, hot, wet tongue firmly against the base of my shaft. Then, he slowly, teasingly slid all the way up my shaft and grasped my cock, pulling it forward. He slipped his full lips over my head, slowly allowing the ridges to pop in.

I put my hands on his head as his tongue began undulating. Now, he had only sucked my cock briefly before, but I knew right away that it was nothing like this. I could only assume he was applying his experience with Katie and what pleased her to this new technique.

Regardless, it felt amazing. He slapped both hands on my ass and spread my cheeks to push me into his mouth, then reached back to wrap a hand around the base of my shaft as he worked the head of my cock with his mouth.

The original shock of everything had worn off, and I was suddenly struck by how fucking amazing it felt. It was too intense; I could feel the slight strains of orgasm starting.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” I said, pulling my cock out of his mouth.

Besides, I had waited long enough to taste his hot, gorgeous cock.

I pushed him back down on the bed and crawled on top of him. I laid down between his legs and grasped his shaft in my hands, then gave him a long lick from his balls to his tip. He reached out, grabbed my head.

“Mmmmmm...”

I slipped his head into my mouth, cupped my tongue under his shaft and started the “Nancy” technique that I’d learned from my master.

First, I moved my hand down to the base of his shaft, opened my mouth, and slid him in as far as I could. When I felt his head at the back of my throat, I pushed up at the back of my tongue to open my nasal passages so I could breathe. Then, I slowly, slowly, slowly pushed him in deeper.

I felt my gag reflex in my nostrils first, but I paused and let it subside. Then, I pushed him deeper, deeper, and deeper, pausing each time to let my gag reflex subside.

Finally, my lips met the base of his cock. I tightened them around his shaft to let him know I was there, and he bolted upright.

I looked up, and our eyes met. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths.

“Holy fuck!”

I lifted my head and let the suction form on his cock on the way out. Then I pushed him all the way in again, easier this time. As I pulled away, I felt a firm hand on the back of my head.

Then Nick started thrusting, gently. I relaxed as he slowly fucked my mouth, sliding my tongue across his glans when he was at the top, relaxing my throat as he slid all the way in.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “What the fuck are you doing...”

He thrusted gently a few more times, his mouth turned down in a grimace of pleasure. I tasted the first drops of precum, and felt his head swell. But then he pulled himself out with a pop.

“I don’t want to cum yet either.”

I slumped down on top of him, my face on his chest, his chest heaving beneath me. I felt his hand on the back of my neck, tightly clasping me.

After a minute or so to process what had just happened, I felt calmer. And I was definitely ready to take things to the next level.

So, I propped myself up and reached over to my small night stand. I opened the drawer and pulled out the small tube of KY. Nick’s eyes lit up.