Grease Monkey

I raced back into my closet and was frustrated that the steam had made it tough to see Gianni in the shower. Just a blur of ruddy skin and occasional flash of flesh as his hips brushed the shower door. Soon the water stopped. I heard him sigh and heard the water dripping off his body and down the drain.

That's when he opened the shower door, letting out a cloud of steam. Stepping out of the shower I could see every inch of his amazing body. I didn't know why but it made me want to take off my clothes too, so I did. Sitting naked and crouched in the corner of my dark closet I sat barely breathing as Gianni rubbed the towels over his muscled back and chest. Lifting his arms I saw thicker black hair than I imagined could ever grow in a man's armpit and I lifted my own arms to see the new growth that had just begun there. As he rubbed the towel on the dripping ringlets of dark hair, I gasped at his perfection. He must have heard and the sound startled him, the towel falling from his hand. HE looked around a bit, then reached over to the door, making sure it was closed and then locked it. Then he turned with his back to me and bent over to get the towel off the floor.

OH MY GOD!!!! Seeing his butt with some downy furr in the crack made me shake. As he started to dry off his feet, I saw his balls swaying back and forth. I had to bite my tongue to prevent any more sounds from coming out of my exhilarated mouth. Then he started up his legs, spreading them wider to dry off his thighs. Thats when I realized that his cock hung down lower than his balls. I knew about pubic hair, but it never occurred to me that my balls might develop a light covering of hair like Gianni's. Oh, how I wanted to touch them. So I grabbed my own and imagined them bigger , like his. I was hoping by some miracle that he'd turn around so I could watch him dry off his prick, but he didn't. I could tell from behind that he was now rubbing a towel, one that had been on my body, on that fine piece of meat. And as he did, he flexed his ass making beautiful dimples appear that I still dream about.

I was already worried that the show would soon be over. But it was only just beginning. Yes, Gianni turned around to inspect himself in the mirror. Looks like he liked what he saw. Smiling at himself in that mirror, he puffed up his chest. Then he folded his arms below his pecs squeezing his elbows in to accentuate the bulge of his biceps. "mmmmm, nice" I saw him mouth the words as he whispered seductively. I mimicked his movements silently from the closet.

What happenned next shocked me and began a new chapter in my life. Gianni took his big right hand, and inspected it to see if he had gotten off all the grease. When he was satisfied that he was clean, he took that hand and brought it to his stomach, brushing down slowly along the trail of black hair that let to his flaccid cock. That's when he bent ever so slightly at the knees and reached his fingers between his legs and groped his balls. Tightening his grip, his nut sac looked purple and dick started to twitch. His smile had gone slack and his mouth hung open. Then his tongue slowly trailed across his upper lip.

Now Gianni's other hand got into the action. It caressed the shaft of his cock which had started to grow slowly. He pulled the foreskin back and forth, up and down. What was he doing, I wondered (I told you I was a naive kid!). I tried doing the same to my own body and it felt pretty good so I followed his every move. His hand started to move in a rhythm and damn, did that sucker grow. It seemed huge to me and I wondered if mine would ever be that long (it is!) He paused to put a little saliva in his hand then went back to work, pulling his pud. I tried that too. MMMMMM. Soon the movements quickened, and his breathing grew quick. Then finally, he opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror.

That's when I almost passed out. While mimicking Gianni's every move I felt my own small prick harden like his. It felt great but all of a sudden there was another unexpected feeling, like I was gonna pee or something. "Or Something" took me by complete surprize. This white goo came spurting out of me and onto the wall of the closet. Then Gianni let out a loud groan and as I put my eye to the hole in the closet, HIS cock sprayed jets of white goo toward the mirror. It startled me as if it was going to land on me and I leaned back, hitting my head on the closet wall.

This time, Gianni was sure he heard the noise. He looked all over until he found the hole in the linen closet wall. The second we made eye contact I ran out of the room, not knowing what else to do.
"You sonofabitch, Fucking little peeping tom, where are you? You gotta bring me some clothes you little pervert!!!!!"

So that's what I did. I went into dad's room and got a shirt that he didn't seem to wear very often. Then I got a pair of his socks. Seeing Gianni strip off bikini briefs, I didn't think he'd want Dad's baggy boxers. So I went back into my room and decided to give him a pair of my underwear. I really wasn't that much smaller than him. It was kind of exciting to imagine him wearing my white briefs.

As Gianni came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, I ran up and tossed the clothes to him yelling, "Here you are, put these on." I was afraid he was going to come out and beat me up. Instead he smiled, "Great!" then dropped the towel and scramble to pick up the clothes.

Just then I heard a door slam in the driveway. "Shit, I'll bet that's my Mom, Gianni!"
He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into the bathroom and said, "Hurry and get these out of here." He shoved his briefs, socks, greasy shirt, and wet towel into my arms and he scrambled to get the new clothes on.

"Nicholas, where are you? I see our car is in the driveway? Did Al come and drop it off?"

Tossing the wet clothes in my closet, I ran down the stairs to stop mom from coming up. "uhhhh, uhhh," I tried to figure out what to say.
Just as I was about to fess up, Gianni pops open the bathroom door fully dressed and says:
"No, Mrs. Roarke, it was me, not my Dad who brought the car back. Can you give me a ride back to the station?" Cool as a cucumber.
Mom looked a little suspiciously at him, and reading her correctly, he added: "Nick was nice enough to let me wash up a bit cause I'm gonna out on a date tonight ma'am" He flashed her that amazing smile.

"Isn't that nice," Mom said, "She's certainly a lucky girl! Just give me a minute to put down the mail and I'll drive you back to Al's."

When she turned around, Gianni turned to me, gave me a thumbs up, then put his big finger to his lips, as we made a pact of silence.

As Mom drove Gianni back to the service station, I went into the bathroom to make sure it looked OK. It did, except for a large glob of Gianni's cum on the mirror. I touched it with my finger, brought it to my nose and sniffed, then without knowing why, I licked it. Then I rubbed the rest off with Gianni's dirty sock which became one of my most prized treasures, next to the greasy shirt with the name: GIANNI stitched over the pocket. Dad asked if I would help him finish the closet that weekend. I begged off. Too busy jerking off in the basement with a dirty sock and a greasy monkey's shirt.