Mr. Bubble & Me
When we arrived back at the homestead, there was a note
on the kitchen table: “I hope you two
had a great time. I went over to Helen
& Louie’s house for dinner with Bill.
I’ll be staying over Bill’s place tonight. Wish me luck.
Mom.”
“OK, Parker, fill me in.”
“Oh, Helen is my mom’s sister
and Lou is her husband. They’re my aunt
and uncle. They haven’t met Bill before,
so this must be THE night.”
“Wish her luck? Sounds like your mom’s looking to get lucky
tonight,” I added.
“I don’t think she means it
that way. I think she means wish her
luck that they like Bill, that’s all.
Otherwise, that would be gross.”
Then Parker said, “I’ll be right back” and disappeared
out of the room. So I sat on the couch,
closed my eyes, and put my head back. He
silently returned and whispered in my ear, “Are you sleeping?”
“Not any more,” I said with a yawn. And taking a phrase my grandmother used, I
said, “I wasn’t sleeping, I was just resting my eyes.”
We cuddled on the couch for a
few minutes and Parker said, “Here, come with me. Now I have a surprise for YOU!” I was too relaxed to do anything but follow
him. He led me to his mother’s bedroom
and into her bathroom. I never had a
reason to be in this part of the house before.
She had the master suite and private bathroom. There in front of me was a 2-person Jacuzzi
tub filling with hot water and bubbles—a bubble bath! We stripped and tried to get into the tub,
but it was much too hot. He changed the
running water to cold to even it out, but it would take some time.
“You don’t mind standing here
naked for a minute or two, do you?
Because I certainly don’t mind
it,” he said looking me up and down with a sly grin on his face. While he spoke, he also made his eyebrows go
up and down making both of us laugh.
“Look what you’ve done,” I said
looking down at my soldier at full attention.
“Whattya mean,” he replied,“ I
need a place to hang my towel.” He hung
it on me then giggled as I tipped down slightly from the weight.
“Well, you can’t say I’m not
helpful,” I said as I stood there looking like a clothes rack.
I then tested the water—still
hot, but tolerable. I got in, trying not
to boil my nuts in the process. And then
Parker slowly worked his way in even though he announced it was still a little
on the hot side.
We ended up sitting at opposite
ends of the tub smiling at each other, when I finally said, “What are you doing
way over there?”
“Well it’s a 2-person tub,
right?” he replied.
“And there are 2 people in the
tub, right? Are there any rules against
WHERE you sit?" I asked.
“What are you suggesting?” he responded.
“Don’t they still teach
Geometry in high school?"
“Gee, and I never thought I
would have a use for that in real life,” he said as he slid himself over to my
side. I spread my bent knees and had him
sit between them right in front of me. I
leaned forward and held him placing my face on his shoulder and my lips against
his neck. He purred his approval.
“Matt?”
“Hmm?”
“If I go to college in the
fall, can we be roommates…in the dorm?”
I hadn’t even thought about
that possibility. It would certainly be
a sound remedy for us missing each other.
We’d be able to sleep together every night and be with each other as
much as we could stand.
“Do you think you’ll be able to
put up with me around the clock?” I said gently in the vicinity of his ear.
“Mmmm, it will be tough, but I’ll
just concentrate on your finer points,” he joked.
“Well, that should keep you
plenty busy,” I teased. “Parker, I would
love to be your roommate.”
“Great! Now would you mind doing my back?” he asked
producing a bar of soap.
As I began to feel the warmth
and smoothness of his back under my soapy hands, I began to think about next
semester. If Parker was going to be my
roommate next school year, I’d need to settle things with Dan. I had no problems with Dan. He was a good roommate and had become a
trusted friend. I wanted us to remain
good friends, but I wanted Parker to be in my dorm room…and my bed. How to get both accomplished without
alienating Dan was my dilemma.
As I checked through my options
mentally, I eventually led the soap bar to Parker’s arms, and he held out each
one for me to clean. I soaped my hands
and washed his hands cleaning each and every finger and finally intertwining
our fingers.
He suddenly spun his body
around and he was on me. Our mouths
found one another as the waves he created splashed against us. The kissing continued for an eternity. Then his hand eventually found me, and my
response was immediate. My world was
suddenly awash in water, bubbles, tongues, soapy body parts, and one determined
hand.
After several minutes of wet
fun, Parker exclaimed, “Darn, the water’s starting to get cool, we should get
out now and move to the bedroom,” he said as he flipped the drain latch with
his big toe. He got onto his knees in
the tub, stood up, and helped me up. He
handed me a towel, and we both stood on the bath rug drying each other.
“C’mon,” he said hanging up the
towels. He grabbed hold of my lever and
led me like a dog on a leash to his bedroom and pushed me down on his bed. I was slowly learning that when he was
determined to get something, you simply let him have it.
His mouth locked onto my
hardness sending me to that place that only he could. Then out of nowhere his lips suddenly locked
onto mine. He was like a sexual fun
house. I never knew exactly where it was
going, but a happy ending was guaranteed.
We kissed and kissed until my mouth was sore, and we kissed some more.
He flipped himself around so he
was in the 69 position above me. This is
another one of those positions that seems good in theory, but not always in
practice. The top person has decent
access to the bottom person’s member, but in order for the bottom person to
gain access to the top person’s member, which is surely erect by now, that
erect member has to be forced down.
Ouch! For some reason, it does seem
to work better when lying sideways though.
Once he realized the futility
of our current positioning, Parker slid his body between my knees. I noticed a light to my left and I looked to
see it was the 2:19 a.m. shining on his alarm clock. He continued to use his mouth for a short
time and then went for his nightstand drawer.
The tube came out, my boner got lubed, his ass got the same, and he sat
down on me. He immediately sat all the
way down on me and groaned slightly as I filled his hole.
“Wow, you took it all,” I
commented. “How do you feel?”
“Like a fucking shish-ke-bab,”
he groaned. “Thankfully you aren’t any
bigger or you’d be bruising my spleen.”
He sat motionless at first to
get himself used to the fit, but then started to raise and lower himself a
little at a time.
“Didn’t you say this position
was the cowboy?” I asked.
“No, cow–girl!” he corrected
me.
“Oh, so you must be the girl.”
“Hmm, I guess so,” he reasoned.
“Then I guess that makes me straight!”
I teased.
“No, that makes you the cow I’m
about to ride.”
He rode me like a pogo stick
while we both filled the air with involuntary moans and sentence
fragments. “Oh, fuck...Fuck
me...Harder...Oh shit,” and so forth.
We flipped into the missionary
position and I had him folded in half with his ankles on either side of my
ears. I pushed hard and CRACK!
I not only heard it, but I felt
the shockwave against my body.
“Holy shit! What was that?” I questioned.
“I don’t know. I think my back just cracked,” he tried.
“Are you OK?”
“Yeah, it’s like when you crack
your knuckles...only louder,” he explained.
“Do want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck no, it’s just getting
good.”
Well, he did have a point because
when I went back to work, that cracking of his back seemed to have somehow
opened him up. I was able to enter and
exit without much effort and I could see him stroking his meat in rhythm to my
thrusting.
“Oh, that feels so good!” he
cried out as I continued the onslaught.
I leaned forward so that I
could kiss and pump into him at the same time.
We parted our lips periodically to take a breather, but I continued the
pumping. That’s when he started quietly
talking dirty into my right ear which had been hovering in proximity to his
mouth. It was a stream of consciousness
string of the filthiest verbiage I had ever heard in my life. It was like he was speaking in tongues, but
it was very much in English. The
language was so uncharacteristic of Parker that I wasn’t sure what to do. My dick had never caused a person to speak in
tongues before. But it was such a turn
on that I had no reason to complain. I
felt like a musician playing an instrument.
My dick was the bow, Parker was my instrument, and the filth emanating
from him was the music.
He suddenly bucked and erupted all
over his stomach area. That’s all I
needed to set me off, and I filled him with my creamy goodness.
We both lay there breathing
heavily. While waiting for my heart rate
to return to normal, I again glanced at the lighted alarm clock and it read 2:47
a.m.
I whispered, “Fuck. That was quite a workout."
There was a period of
silence. “Don’t mind me, I’m speechless,”
he whispered back.
Now it was time to wash
up. When Ginny was home, the path to the
bathroom had become a little like running a gauntlet. Fortunately, tonight that would not be an
issue because we had the place to ourselves.
That was a welcome relief.
Once we had both washed up, we
got back into bed and found that position where we both fit together like the
pieces of a two-piece puzzle. I said, “Goodnight
Parker,” and I kissed him gently on the forehead.
He just melted into me and
hummed his response, “Mmmmmmm.”
Before I drifted off, I heard
him whisper, “Matt, are you still awake?”
“I think so. Let me check,” I teased.
“Well, you were right,” and he
paused for a moment. I racked my brain
to recall what I was right about...I mean, there were so many things. Where would I start?
“Now this has been the
best night of my life,” he said as he squeezed me tighter for a few seconds.
Technically it was morning, but
that didn’t matter. He was right—for the
both of us.
© Rip Skor 2014
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