Chapter 2: Mark and Nick, Day 2

The next morning after breakfast I headed out. It was a weekday, so I would typically just show up at Nick’s place unannounced and we’d go and hang out.

But this morning, my walk to his place was filled with trepidation.

I hadn’t spoken to him since we parted the previous day, and I was especially nervous that he’d feel awkward and not want to go over to Mark’s house again.

But when I got there, he greeted me the same as he always had. It was as though nothing had happened. A wave of relief coursed over me.

“Should we go to Mark’s?” I asked.

“Sure,” he replied. “Hey, think he can get another magazine?”

I shrugged. But my cock stirred with a warm tingle.

We walked the few blocks to Mark’s house, chatting about inconsequential stuff, but no further mention of the previous day’s events.

We arrived at Mark’s house, walked up the driveway, through the gate. He was already outside looking at the pool. There was a very definite chlorine smell in the air.

“Whoa, chlorine,” I said as we walked up.

“Yeah, my dad overdid the chlorine a little in the pool last night,” said Mark. “But, no problem, we can still swim for a little while.”

Once again we were in the change room.

“Hey,” said Nick. “Can you get another Penthouse?”

“Yeah, totally, why don’t we swim for a bit first.”

This time, I didn’t mind getting naked, I felt very confident and comfortable. I felt the same rush of excitement from the previous day, but today we were just chatting and hanging out naked. All cocks were once again at half-mast, but any worry about the others seeing my excitement had dissipated with the events of the previous day.

Eventually everyone was in swim trunks and in the pool, but the strong chlorine odor was a lot worse than Mark had made out. It was hard to breathe, and my eyes were burning. My skin was itchy and felt like it was cracking.

I immediately got out of the pool.

“Sorry Mark, my eyes are burning.”

Nick got out right after me. “Yeah, same.”

Mark apologized while we stood on the deck, shivering and dripping. As I rubbed my arms, the chlorine was slippery on my skin.

“I didn’t know it was that bad. You’d better go in the shower and rinse as much off as you can.”

He led Nick and I into the basement where there was a small bathroom with a single shower stall.

“Get started,” said Mark. I’ll grab some towels.”

Nick and I looked at each other. I reached in and turned the tap to start the water.

“You going in first?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he said.

I sensed an opening.

“I’m burning all over,” I said. “Can we just go in together?”

He looked surprised, but then nodded.

“Oh, yeah. Um ... sure.”

I dropped my swim trunks to the floor and stepped inside the shower stall.

Nick followed, and suddenly we were squeezed in together. I was shivering uncontrollably even though the water was warm.

I looked around the shower stall, and there was a bottle of body soap on a little cubby formed into the fiberglass of the shower wall. I grabbed it, flicked the cap open, and held it out for Nick. He held out his hand while I squirted some in his palm.

I watched him run his hands over his body, bubbles forming and rinsing away. He noticed me looking, and I lathered up myself.

I can’t overstate how cramped it was in there. We were literally two inches apart.

I was still doing my best to stay in my personal space, but it was impossible to not touch at all. As he bent over to soap up his legs, our butts briefly touched.

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

“It’s fine,” I replied.

And with that minor, little touch, the irreversible flow of blood to my cock began. I had been at half mast since entering the shower, but nothing was going to stop full engorgement now.

I panicked a bit, and bent over slightly to soap up my legs to try to hide it. But, our butts touched again. As I looked up to apologize, my eyes were level with Nick’s cock.

He was fully erect.

His gorgeous, rigid cock was inches from my face. I cast a glance upward and his eyes met mine.

“Hey!”

I stood up and realized that we had forgotten about Mark. He was standing in the bathroom, staring wide-eyed at us through the shower door glass.

“I want in!”

Mark’s swim trunks were already on the floor as he pulled the door open and stepped in.

Again, this shower stall was designed for one person. With two, it was impossible to move more than an inch or two. With three, there was no alternative but to squish together.

So, there we were, all facing each other, backs to the shower stall, with the water running in the middle. Nick and I were fully erect, and Mark was well on his way.

This was crazy. I had no idea how we had gotten to this point, but I was suddenly struck by the absurdity of the situation. I looked at Nick, laughing slightly, and he shot an amused look back.

The water was warm, and the steam rose between us. The little cubby was between Nick and I, so Mark reached between us to grab the little bottle of body wash.

Nick and I watched breathlessly as Mark lathered up his chest, his stomach, and finally dropped his hand to his cock.

He was flying at half mast when he got in, and we watched as he stroked his cock to full, rigid hardness. As the bubbles washed away, he put a hand on the inside of his thigh, his rigid cock swaying between us as he arched his hips slightly.

I was suddenly aware of my heart pounding, my hot shallow breath.

We were right on the precipice, but it was quiet, and no one was really moving. The sexual tension was thicker than the steam rising between us. I really wanted to move things along.

I looked over to the cubby, and there it was - a bottle of hair conditioner.

“Hey, remember I said I used this as lube,” I said as I grabbed it. “You guys want to try it?”

“Sure,” Nick answered instantly.

“Um, we should probably turn the water off or it’s going to wash off right away,” I said.

Mark was closest to the tap and turned slightly to twist the faucet, and the water slowed to nothing.

I popped the cap and squirted a glob into Nick’s waiting palm, then did the same for Mark. I watched them both wrap their fingers around their shafts and begin stroking as I squeezed the bottle over my own hand.

I put the bottle back in the cubby and slid my hand up and down my shaft, all over my head, getting it nice and slick.

I felt the pressure of Nick’s body against me, his arm bumping me as it moved up, and down. In my peripheral vision, the head of his cock appeared between his thumb and forefinger, then disappeared. Over, and over.

Mark was holding his hand steady and gently thrusting, each time moving his body a little closer to the center. As Nick stroked, he changed the angle of his hand and the head of his cock rubbed against Mark’s on every down stroke.

“Holy shit,” I gasped.

Mark and Nick kept stroking, their heads slipping and sliding against each other. I leaned in and did the same, and soon we were just rubbing our cocks against one another.

The feeling of their cocks on mine was incredible. They were slick, slippery, and the heat radiating from them was exquisite.

I wanted more.

I put a hand on Mark’s stomach and the other on Nick’s, and they both looked up in surprise.

“Can I do it?”

“Sure,” said Mark, pulling his hand away. Nick nodded eagerly.

Mark flinched as I wrapped my hand around his shaft. Nick’s mouth dropped open slightly as I did the same for him.

The feeling of their cocks in my hand was familiar, yet different. So many subtle little differences. Mark was a little girthier than me, Nick’s cock was super hard and stiff.

My thighs were trembling as I started to stroke them, and they both exhaled with ragged breaths. Mark reached out and squeezed my shaft, and a little involuntary gasp escaped me. I was once again struck by the familiar, yet different sensation of his hand sliding up and down my shaft.