The Bubble Bath II
…Two Men In A Tub
I take his wrists and place his hands on the side of the tub. “Turn around.” I’m hornier than a horny toad and it’s evident in my voice. That came out not only firm but throaty enough to be sexy.
He smiles, leans over to kiss me, then does exactly what I told him to do, getting up on his knees and leaning against the side, resting on his elbows. He reaches for the box of condoms and tosses it to me over his head.
I open the box and pull one out. I place it between my teeth to rip it open but my fingers are wet and I can’t get a good grip on the damn thing. I toss the box aside so I can use both hands. Shit! What is the deal with all of our condom problems today? I’ve got a hold of it in both hands and it’s twisting between my teeth. The corner is bending and folding, but not tearing. I’m growling in frustration.
Brian looks over his shoulder and laughs.
“My hands are wet,” I explain through a clenched jaw. He reaches his hand up to take it from me and I turn my head away. I can open a fucking condom, damn it!
I see the basket of towels and lunge for it, leaving the chastity belt of a condom wrapper dangling from my mouth. I dry my hands and rip the slippery packet open with a grunt. I pull the disc out carefully as if it was the most valuable find in North America; I don’t want to have to try to open another one. I hold it out to Brian so he can take it from me.
“Here.”
He shakes his head. “It’s your show.”
Oh, so I won’t let him help open it and now he’s got an attitude about it? “Brian! Here! Put it on me!” I gripe at him, obviously still a little worked up over having to put up such a fight to retrieve the damn thing.
“Demanding little shit, aren’t you?” he asks but he’s grinning. He grabs the lube and shifts around in the water, sloshing more over the side. We trade off supplies and he motions with his hands for me to rise up. I get up on my knees and just like the dorsal fin of a shark, the head of my cock breaches the surface. It’s covered with bubbles so Brian wipes them off but the tub is so full and so deep that the rest of me is still underwater.
“Up.”
I stand up. He grabs the towel I used to dry my hands and dries my dick off then tosses the towel back on the ledge.
“Wouldn’t want chafing, would we?” He grins up at me. I run my fingers through his hair. There’s something about having Brian on his knees right in front of me that really turns me on. My dick jumps in his face to get his attention.
“Put it on me.”
He kisses the head and scoops out the pre-cum I’m leaking with his tongue; he growls softly at the taste of me and of course, I gasp. He smiles, pinches the tip of the condom, puts it against me then slowly, and I mean slowly, unrolls it down my shaft with great care, precision and concentration. I’m mesmerized watching him; inch by inch, just a little bit at a time … it’s so fucking hot.
He shrugs his shoulders and pulls his lips in then says, “You really need to learn how to dress yourself.” His lips curl up and his tongue slides into his cheek.
And for some strange reason, I flash back to being a kid and my mom buttoning up my raincoat before I headed off to school and then to my birthday last year, when Brian tied my tie for me before pushing me out the door to go get some culture with Mel and Lindz. There’s something very sexy about it. Makes me feel safe and protected. And loved.
“I like it better when you do it,” I admit in a hoarse whisper. I’m so fucking hard right now.
“Hmm, I’m sure.” When his fingers reach the end, he moves underneath my cock and fumbles with my balls. I back away. Shit, I almost came right then. He grins at me.
I clear my throat and toughen my face; at least I think I look tough. Anyway… “Turn around and bend over. I want your ass in the air,” I demand in a stern voice. He likes it when I get assertive.
“Bossy,” he grumbles under his breath, but he goes without protest.
I slink back into the water on my knees, in between his legs. His back’s dry already so I scoop up and splash some water on him to wet him back down. I want his skin slick and slippery. I run my hand up and down his back checking the glide effect then slide my hand over his ass before dipping underneath the water to grab his balls. I knead them gently at first then a little rougher until he groans.
I give them one final squeeze then drag my finger over the sensitive path that leads from his balls to his anus. I circle the knotted flesh with my finger then press a little in the center then circle again. He tightens then relaxes to my touch. I push just the tip of my index finger inside. He hisses and drops his head. The soapy water works somewhat like a lubricant, but I’m sure it still pinched. I pull it back out, tease around the outside then push it back in. Again, just the tip and he bucks his hips. His hole grips my finger and squeezes around it. I wiggle it, just the slightest little bit.
I flick the cap of the lube open, lay the tube on the ledge and use my palm to squeeze some onto my fingers, one-handed. Being ambidextrous certainly has its advantages.
Flattening the palm of my hand against his cheeks, I lift him up with my finger still dipped inside him. He follows the silent command of my nudge and when his ass comes out of the water, I pull that finger out and replace it with the two lubed ones of my other hand. He breathes in, knowing it’s coming and I push them inside him all the way.
His head rears up, “Christ!” I caress his lower back and push him back into the water then slowly start fucking him with my fingers.
I love the way he feels inside. His outer ring of muscle clenches and squeezes my fingers but inside, it’s roomy and warm. The soft, cushy walls feel like fluffy pillows, yet moist and slick, like an inflatable raft that squishes when you press it but then quickly recovers. If I could crawl inside there and bounce around, I can imagine it would be similar to one of those old moon bouncers at the state fair. And the way it feels against my skin, on the pads of my fingers, well, I just hope that one day another part of my body could experience this little slice of heaven.
I move them around; bending them this way and that way, stroking the inner walls of his rectum. I’m giving him an internal massage and he can’t help but drift off into some other place. At least that’s how I feel when he does it to me. And I’m sure the fact that ‘Sailing Away’ is now playing only adds to the lazy, sleepy feeling that his body is already succumbing to.
He’s murmuring quietly and I want to hear him. I lean my head against his back to drown out Christopher Cross and let the low rumbles of his voice accented by the thump-thump of his heart vibrate in my ear. But I don’t lean my head on him just for that, I also do it, because frankly, I’m getting dizzy and need to ground myself. Something his voice always seems to accomplish.
I twist my hand over and probe around, blinding searching for the bump of his prostate. I find it, stroke it, give it a tap and his body jerks him awake.
“Fuck!” he screams at me and I get this twinge inside me as if his scream tapped on mine. My body jerks too. I do it again, and again, he yells out making my ass clench in the knowledge of what he’s feeling. It’s like we’re tied together somehow and I’m somewhat amazed at what playing with him, is doing to me. It’s a jolt like no other, not bad, but electrifying. It makes you stand up and take notice and sometimes, just sometimes, it can be so fucking intense that you just can’t stand it. Like your body just can’t process what it’s feeling so it reacts but you still want more.
I do it again … a circling caress then tap, tap, tap … I can feel it inside and I’m almost gone. The touch on my finger travels up my arm, through my body, and lights up my insides with a zap. He bolts upright, his shoulder blade hitting me hard in the head and making such a big wave that I almost fall over from the force of the swell and being caught off guard. “Jesus Christ, Justin!” he screams and reaches back, grabbing my wrist to make me stop.
I reach for his shoulder to regain my balance then comb my fingers through his hair. “You okay?”
“Yeah, but shit,” is all he says.
I smile and drag my fingers down his back, over the pointy mountains of his shoulder blades, the bumpy hills down his spine and into the little valleys of his dimples just above his ass then back up to the center of his back, where I push him back over the side of the tub. “Yeah, I know,” I tell him … because I do. And he lets go of my wrist.
I slide my fingers in and out a few more times; he’s relaxed and opened now. So I pull them out, position my sheathed cock at his entrance, grab his hips and slowly ease into him. I slide in like a snail, giving him time to adjust before I’m fully buried. He moans the whole way in and I bite my bottom lip.
My stomach presses against his ass, I rotate my hips, his muscles flex around me. He grips the side of the tub and pushes back. “Go,” his scratchy voice tells me so I pull out all the way.
When the head pops out, his hole pinches the tip of my cock and I push in again with a little more force. It snaps tight on my shaft once the bulbous head breaks through. He grunts and I hiss a prolonged ‘yessss’. I set a slow methodical rhythm, rocking all the way in then pulling all the way out with each thrust, keeping the water churning around us.
“It’s so tight, Brian, god, it feels so good.” He leans forward every time I pull back and then we slam into each other in the middle. Each collision getting more fierce in its impact.
“Faster,” he orders so I pick up speed.
The water starts to really swirl and crest. It’s reaching up the side of the tub, each one of our thrusts enabling it to jump higher and higher. I’m fighting against his whams and the force of the stormy water; I grip his hips tighter to hold on. ‘Rock the Boat’ comes over the sound system and all I can think of is ‘that’s exactly what this feels like.’ A rocking boat that’s about to capsize.
My knees squeak on the bottom of the tub when I lunge forward, pushing me back and off balance. My feet hit the tub wall behind me and I use it to push off with my toes to propel me back forward. Propel me back into the depths of his ass. Over and over. It feels so fucking good.
“Harder,” he demands through labored breaths. He pushes back hard, his knees make fragmented screeches on the porcelain. The water finally reaches to the top and a big wave crests and sloshes then throws itself over the edge. His hands slip and squeak, he’s in full thrust, trying to get a good grip. I quickly hook my hands over his shoulders to catch him then drive him forward. I pull back and surge again; another wave pours over the side and onto the steps.
His chest crashes down on the hard surface, pushing out a loud grunt. “Fuck!” he barks, still trying to get control. I push down on his back to hold him in place. I thrash into him with every wave of water that cascades down the side. We’re in a rickety boat in the middle of a hurricane and we’re desperately trying to hang on to each other. He grabs my thigh and my hip, draws my dick into his ass, deeper … I snake my arm under his arm and around his chest, lift him up, pull him back to me. Thoughts of ‘hold on, don’t rock, don’t tip’ swimming through my head.
His head drops to my shoulder, his mouth hung open, his chest heaving under my hand. I reach around with my free hand, wrap my fist around his cock and start jerking it in rhythm with each crashing thrust. Moans and incoherent words escape from his lips immediately. God, I love it when he talks to me like this. I tug harder and plunge deeper. The water slaps our skin as we buck together.
I feel his body tense, he’s close. I lick and suck on the meaty part of his neck then kiss his cheek. He turns his head and our mouths meet in this awkward kind of sideways kiss but its hot and hungered and we both need it so badly that it doesn’t matter that our lips aren’t touching on all sides or that ours tongues are wagging in the air trying to find the other… it doesn’t matter… just trying and partially succeeding is all that’s important right now.
He turns away when the strain gets to be too much. “Oh, damn, ahhh!”
“You ready?” I ask him. He grunts and nods his head to reply. I place my mouth on his neck, suck in the extra flesh and gnaw it with my teeth while I give a few more tugs and deep plunges to finish him off.
His body begins to shake and convulse and his grip on my ass tightens… there’ll be a bruise there for sure tomorrow. His ass clamps down on my dick as his orgasm takes him away and the building storm inside him unleashes it fury, raining hot fluid out the tip of his dick and over the side of the tub, then on top of a mound of bubbles. The weight of the rope of cum splits the mound in half, creating a canyon that swallows it up whole. The last spurt of his orgasm coats my fingers.
I squeeze my eyes shut and fight to stay inside him. The force of his orgasm is pushing me out, ‘hold on, hold on’. Again he squeezes on my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, stretching my hole open with a sting and the sensation sends me nose diving off the cliff right behind him. I’m stifling my wails into his neck as my balls spasm, and the cum erupts and spills into the condom. I feel thankful that we got the good condoms because I’m just not so sure the cheap-ass Trojans could have held up against the sheer force of my cum blasting its way out of me. I don’t know that I’ve ever shot so hard in my life. I hold on and ride out the remaining waves… the water is licking up the side of the tub still, but the seas have calmed tremendously.
Exhausted, he leans against me but I’m too tired to hold us up… we topple over and splash down into the tub that is now only half full. We sort of semi-sink to the bottom, sort of semi-float on top … just gently rock and sway, trying to slow our heartbeats and regulate our breathing.
We’re silent, not talking, just basking in the after-sex glow like we always do. He arches his back and I know what he means. I worm my hand in between us and hold onto the ends of the condom as I pull my shrinking erection out of him. He ‘hrmphs’ a half grunt, half sigh and falls back down into the water. I remove the full and stretched out piece of latex and toss it on the ledge of the tub. That’s two condoms that I can’t forget to pick up before we leave. I settle back down, caressing his arm, kissing his back.
The music changes again and Brian starts laughing immediately. “What the fuck kind of shit is this?”
I start laughing too and cover my face with my hands. ‘Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head’ bellows out of the speakers. BJ Thomas. Christ! My mom used to listen to him.
“He really needs your help, Brian. Mr. Martin’s permanently stuck in the ‘70’s.”
“He’s permanently stuck somewhere, that’s for sure. He may be beyond my help. I’m good at advertising and as much as I hate to admit it, I am not God, there is only so much one man can do. Even me.” I weakly punch his arm, we’re both laughing so hard.
And I think. The Temptations and that first rain-something song, then Dock of the Bay, Sailing Away, Rock the Boat, and now this piece of shit pop song. And it hits me.
“Oh my god! Brian! Every fucking song is about water. Rain, docks, boats, storms. Aquatic Honeymoon only plays aquatic songs!”
We double over in laughter, Brian’s ass slips on the slick porcelain, he crashes into the side of the tub, hitting his head, I cringe but he’s still laughing hysterically. I put my hand on his head and rub the spot, but I can’t help but keep laughing too. Mr. Martin is in some serious need of Brian’s help. No doubt about it.
Brian’s half laughing and half grimacing now and his hand joins mine rubbing his head. I guess the pain just registered.
“Fucking breeders. I’m amazed the population didn’t die out ages ago if this is the shit they listen to for procreation.” He pushes my hand away and stands up. The water drains off him in tiny rivulets running down his body then drip from his nose, his fingertips and his dick. He pushes the lever to open the drain stopper and the water starts slurping through the tiny drain holes. I guess we’re getting out; the water is getting kind of cold.
“I can’t listen to this any longer,” he says matter of factly then steps out over the edge onto to the steps, reaches for a towel and wraps it around his waist. I get up and do the same.
He walks over to the multiple switch plate on the wall and flips the switch to turn off the music. “Ahh, the sounds of silence,” he sighs with a smirk.
“Ooh, I know that one!” I tell him with a snicker.
“I’m sure you do.” He walks up to me and takes a hold of my towel.
“Hey, what’s that supposed…” I trail off when my towel falls away without any effort whatsoever.
He fluffs it in his hands then dries me off. Patting me down all over, my chest, my shoulders, my arms, then spinning me around and doing the same to my back and my ass before spinning me back around to face him. I watch him drying me. It’s not sexual, it’s just … I don’t know what it is. Strange, comforting, weird, confusing.
He doesn’t look directly at me until he’s drying my cock and balls, then our eyes meet and we just stare at each other. When he’s done, he plants a kiss on me without taking aim on any place in particular so his lips graze my face on the side of my nose, just below my right eye then he pushes the towel into my chest as he says, “Thanks,” and backs away from me.
I take the towel before it falls to the ground and stand there… bewildered and dumbfounded. Thanks for what? Making him take a bubble bath? Fucking him? Soothing his bumped head? Letting him dry me? What?
He goes back to the switches and turns off the red heater above the tub. The room goes pitch black. I hear another switch and the bright overhead light goes on. I squint my eyes, he huffs and turns it back off. Darkness again. Another switch and a soft blue spotlight comes on over the bed. It’s so dim that it looks like stars shining in the night but at the same time it gives off this strange blue hue. I guess it’s supposed to be like under the ocean or something.
He goes over to the bed, drops his towel and looks over at me. I still haven’t moved. “Tired?” he asks me.
“Yeah,” I answer and nod.
He pulls back the duvet and sheets and climbs in. “Come here.”
I toss the towel I’m still gripping in my hands and make my way over to the same side that he was on. I lean over and shake my wet hair over him. He growls and reaches up, combing his fingers through it and brushing it off my face. I smile and he scoots over to the middle then holds the covers up for me. I climb in and lay down on my back next to him. He leans over and we kiss gently then he pulls away with a ‘mmphf’. He nudges my shoulder so I turn onto my side and he spoons up behind me, slipping an arm under my neck and the other one over my waist.
“Brian?”
“Yeah?”
“That was nice.”
He doesn’t answer but I feel his lips on my shoulder and his hand flatten out on my stomach so I know he agrees.
