So Close... (Part 2)

I sat on the edge of the bed in my boxers, desperately trying to hide the oh so apparent tent in my lap while also trying to process the events of the last two days. Greg came over, to me and plopped himself nosily next to me. “Man!” he exclaimed, “You must have had really nice dreams…” he was looking at my too-slowly deflating crotch. Not really looking, staring. What was with these men? Not that I was complaining. “Whelp, let me tell you, you’re a cool dude. Anytime you need help or wanna talk anything out, I’m here, ‘Kay?” This actually DID make me feel better. I liked knowing I could talk to someone.

Greg was a little taller than me, about 6’1” and he was what I would describe as between cute and hot. His face was softer than the other guys, and rather than muscular, he was lean, toned. The tone and shape of his body implied muscles rather than putting them out there for everyone to see. His flat , slightly ridged stomach and comfortably present pecs had caught my eyes yesterday. And from what I could see by the shape of his package he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of. I silently wondered if that was why he chose briefs over boxers.
I decided to fish, hell…why not? “So why do you wear briefs instead of boxers? Miss your balls if they get too far away?” At this he laughed.

“Actually, I just think they’re more comfortable. I like knowing where my junk is….plus,” He noted with a mischievous grin, “It makes your package look bigger in your jeans or whatever you’re wearing. Gets more attention.” He winked. I liked him too. Gah! What was I letting myself do? I need to refocus before I let my heart go all over the place. “Heh…..you okay little dude?”

I suddenly realized that I had been staring at his crotch while thinking. How embarrassing! I had also begun to tent my now flat boxers, which was not acceptable. I couldn’t flaunt my sexuality everywhere. I wasn’t even out yet! Then, BOOM! Before I knew it, we were play wrestling on the bed. As we struggled against each other Our bodies seemed to fit together. I could feel every crevice and shape of his body….and I loved it. Finally an excuse to touch another man! It was almost like sex. Haha.

Our crotches touched on more than one occasion. We both pretended not to notice, or at least I did. I don’t know how long we fought. He was stronger than I first assumed. He may not have looked incredibly strong, but he was definitely solid. We worked up a great sweat, and the room began to feel like a sauna. After a while, we were both so tired that we just lay there, him on top of me, just resting. His face was very close to mine. I could feel his breath on my cheek. Both of our chests were heaving, sweat sticky between. Bodies completely intertwined, I (I hoped we) just enjoyed the situation. It took all of my self control not to get spring right there and reveal my secret. Only problem was, his brief-bulge was pressing directly onto my genitals.

We lay there, in each other’s arms (kinda), still exhausted when Taylor’s voice made us both jump p very quickly. It scared the shit out of us. “Having fun?” He said with a smirk. I loved that smirk. If I could, I would take a picture of it and hang it in my room. “We all need to take showers and get dressed,” he urged, “The rehearsal begins in about two hours, and there’s still a little bit of work to be done.”

So, Greg got into the shower first, while Taylor and I lay on our bed watching TV. There was no ceremony, no awkwardness, it just felt right, both of us on the same bed. He nonchalantly put his arm around my bare shoulders (I was still only wearing boxers), and I rested my head against his chest. This was right. Then, things started moving. His arm moved down to around my waist. I moved one of my legs so it hooked around one of his. He absentmindedly (probably) moving his arm up and down, slowly rubbing my torso. Then, things really got going. He took off his shirt, using heat as an excuse, and pulled me in tighter. I couldn’t believe it. His fingers slowly began to work themselves into the waist band of my boxers, near my hips. My heart was racing. Was it really going to happen? Here? Now?
Then, much to my despair, we heard the shower turn off.

Quickly, Taylor removed the half of his hand that was in my boxers with a “Sorry, dude” and got up to retrieve his shirt. About that time, Greg came out, fully dressed. He smiled at me, and I went in to take my shower. In the hotel bathroom, I set down my fresh clothes, took of my now sweat-soaked boxers, and got into the shower. I suddenly realized that not too long ago, both Taylor and Greg had been in here, naked, just like me. At this thought, My dick rose to tell me it needed attention. I wasn’t surprised at this point; I hadn’t cum in about 36 hours. I got into the shower, turned the water on as hot as possible, and just stood there, letting myself enjoy the feeling. My cock refused to go limp, so I figured this was as good a time as ever to take care of it.

I wrapped my hand around my fully erect 6.5” cock. I nearly came at the touch. It felt so good, with the water…I imagined Thomas, with his large muscular frame, taking me and kissing me passionately, his hand rubbing all over my body….Him and Taylor teaming up on me, Taylor ass fucking me with Thomas on the other side….mmm…..I was so close to cumming. Then, surprisingly, Greg popped into my mind. He also was sexy, lean…I knew what that cock felt like against mine, I could probably draw it for you if I tried hard enough. Then I imagined all three of them…it was too much. I braced myself against a wall, ready to cum when the door to the bathroom opened, and someone stepped inside…. “Hey Sexy…” was all he said. I was so close...