Dave

As I wrapped a towel around my waist, someone lightly knocked on the door.

"Can I come in?" Zac's voice asked. "I heard the shower stop."

"Yup," I called. The door opened, and Zac walked into the hot bathroom. His caramel-chocolate eyes bugged a little at me.

"Jeez, man, you didn't tell me you'd be in your little loin-cloth!"

I laughed, and so did he. We both knew that neither of us really cared. "I can't believe our dads actually agreed to let us stay the night again," Zac said animatedly, shutting the door behind him. I agreed, nodding.

"I know, especially the fact that my dad offered to take all us crazy ones!"

We laughed like hyenas, a laugh we'd perfected the previous night.

I grabbed a washcloth and began to wipe all the steam that had collected on the mirror so I could see myself.

"I don't see how Scott and Tay plan to get any privacy with Ike around. Ike'll wanna stay up with them and talk about girls," the Hanson brother reported.

"Something we know they probably won't be interested in at this moment," I added.

"Yeah." Zac motioned towards the shower. "I'm going to take a shower now. I hope you didn't use all the hot water, you little monger."

"Oh, I did," I assured him.

"Great." He giggled. "I like a nice, freezing, ice-cold shower."

"Well, I'm going to brush my teeth, then I'll be out of your way," I replied.

Zac nodded. "Okey-dokey."

I turned towards the counter and leaned over to get my black personal bag, to find my toothbrush and toothpaste. I heard Zac lean over and start the shower, and I lifted my eyes a little to watch him in the mirror. He took care and tucked the shower curtain into the bathtub, and then reached back and pried his ponytail holder from his hair. I watched him pull it out, and watched his hair fall around his shoulders like a little golden curtain. It had a few purple streaks, too.

I turned on the faucet and returned to trying to find my toothbrush. I found it - it was a red and white toothbrush - and stuck the bristles underneath the running cold water. But then, inevitably, I found myself watching Zac in the mirror again. He was still facing the shower, and couldn't see me looking at him. He crossed his arms around his waist and began to peel off his orange shirt. The curve of his back was slowly revealed, followed by his shoulder blades, and then, his broad shoulders and arms as he slid the shirt off. As he pulled it off over his head, his hair got caught up into it, and as it came off, Zac's hair fell back down around his shoulders. He discarded it and dropped it to his side, shaking his hair out again.

The sight of his bare back was nothing new to me, but watching him undress was, and his motions were abnormally stimulating to me.

What am I doing?! I exclaimed, worried about myself, forcing myself to look down at my toothbrush. I grabbed the toothpaste and squeezed a disgustingly huge blue gob of it onto the bristles, and stuck it all into my mouth as punishment. The sickening stuff almost made me hurl, but I deserved it. I couldn't go around letting myself do these things. I couldn't just stop and gaze at Zac as he bent over a little and stepped out of his jeans. I couldn't let myself look at his plainly outlined figure beneath those flimsy blue-print boxers.

Christ! There I was, doing it again!

I furiously brushed my teeth, staring at myself and nothing else in the mirror. I was only torturing myself. Obviously, just because Scott and Taylor could find it in themselves to admit their interest in other guys, didn't mean I had to find that in myself.

My eyes flicked to Zac's reflection. His hand dropped his boxers to the side, and I flagrantly stared at his naked reflection as he stepped into the bathtub. It disappeared behind the shower curtain, but as I looked up, I saw his face, looking at me, before he shut that behind the curtain, too. My heart dropped.

Zac

I almost exploded with nervousness as soon as I was safe behind the shower curtain. I don't know where I got the gall to undress with Dave still in the room. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have cared, but now - it was just - I don't know. It wasn't like a normal locker-room situation. I mean, we were both guys, right? But wasn't that the sudden problem?

I stepped quickly under the firm stream of water. My hands were shaking as I nervously rubbed my chest, massaging it beneath the hot jets. My God, I hadn't been this nervous since - I don't know when! Well, not a lot made me nervous. I was used to being in front of large crowds, I've been on loads of scary rides, I met celebrities all the time; I didn't really ever get nervous. But my heart was thudding in my chest. The purposeful stripping in front of Dave . . . that wasn't it. It was the fact that he'd been looking at me as I'd actually stripped naked.

Didn't I want him to? I asked myself, confused. I vaguely knew I did, but the morality in me was protesting against it. I mean, ever since that morning, I'd been completely not myself. I couldn't pinpoint what exactly I was feeling. Curiosity? Unsureness? Jeez, it was all so hard to figure out.

Well, I'm glad he didn't see this. I gazed down at my erect dick.

I heard a clatter.

"Dammit, I dropped my toothbrush," Dave muttered.

"Don't put it back in your mouth," I advised, speaking loudly as to be heard above the roar of the water.

"Gee, thanks for the advice," he replied sarcastically. I smiled, relaxing. Better. No tension.

Suddenly, I spoke up, "I wonder if Scott and Taylor have showered together!"

"Um, personally, I don't want to think of my brother like that," Dave replied.

I giggled, in the back of my brain realizing that I sounded completely horny, probably. Well, no wonder. I was.

"I wonder what they actually have, done, though. The mechanics of it," Dave corrected himself. "I mean, what do two guys do?"

"Well, there are limited options, Dave," I said. "Duh."

"Well, aren't you the authority."

"I do have a bisexual brother," I said, accenting the 'bisexual' heavily, as Taylor had reminded us that he was bisexual, not homosexual, many, many, many times that afternoon.

Dave laughed. "I can't imagine what it would be like," he mused.

"I can't, either," I admitted.

"When you think about it, and this is the thing that pisses me off the most when people bitch about how it's obviously wrong for two guys to do anything because of the so-called 'plumbing' - is that, not a whole lot is different concerning two guys versus a girl and a guy. I mean, the only thing that is really different is the way they . . . y'know . . . do it."

I found myself gripping my cock, listening to the sound of his voice as he talked about gay sex.

"Your intriguing thesis has captured my attention - tell me more," I demanded, my nerve endings tingling at our topic.

"Okay," Dave conceded. Was it my imagination, or did he agree very quickly? I shook it off, and began to slowly stroke myself.

I couldn't believe what I was doing . . . "Look at what two guys can do that a girl and a guy can do, too. Oral sex. I mean, that's a pretty big thing for some people. They can - masturbate each other. Both of them can do anal sex. It's just that girls come equipped with one more opening."

I swallowed, trembling all over again, my brain making a quick decision. I yanked the shower curtain back, revealing Dave sitting in his towel on the counter, leaning against the wall, his knees drawn up.

"Wanna come jack off with me?"

Dave

"What?" I asked, shocked, feeling like I'd been knocked into a puddle of excitement. Zac was standing there, halfway hidden by the curtain, steam pouring out of the shower.

Zac paused, panting. "I mean, I won't touch you. I just thought maybe - well, I'm going to whether you join me or not."

He slid the curtain shut again. I slid off the counter, enthralled, and dropped my towel to the floor. My hard dick sprang forward, eager for its attention, and I ventured towards the curtain. I pulled it back a little, greeted with a wave of hot air, and stepped in. Zac was leaning against the cold white tile wall, his fist holding his dick and slowly moving back and forth, his eyes closed. The scene before me was so arousing that I felt like I was going to pass out from a sudden erotic overload.

His body was long, longer than it looked when he was fully clothed, his arms and shoulders already really broad for his age. His skin was that of a darkened peach, and gleamed with moisture and with the fine soft, light, almost invisible hair that covered some parts of it - his lower arms, his legs, and a small area below his belly-button.

As his body twitched, I got the idea that he was erotically torturing himself with the slow manner he was beating his dick.

Ceasing his hand's movement, he opened his eyes to me, and I gulped nervously as he let his eyes roam over every inch of me, looking, comparing, learning. I stood up straight, and let him look all he wanted. There wasn't a large amount of difference, albeit I was skinnier than he, and maybe only a tad taller. I had darker hair - none on my chest, but some on my legs, and a small circle of curls at the base of my prick. And then, Zac smiled at me, and began to move his hand again.

It made me reach forward and do the same, and we discovered together that our styles of masturbation were very different. He used his entire fist, and I used my thumb and first two fingers. Zac's style covered a lot more skin, his first finger around the rim of his head and the rest following down his shaft. I restricted my hand to the area around the crown of my dick, and to me, it felt much better to only give that area stimulation. He was circumcised. I was not. I let out a low breath, the hazy, sharp, excited feelings hitting me square in the middle of the chest. Sensations passed over me that I had never known before. I watched Zac, and he watched me, and it was incredible. I beat myself in a pleasing, rhythmic way, but Zac's personal way was to slowly start out, and increase as he needed it.

Like he, I found myself leaning back against the wall as the area around me began to spin and grow faint. I increased the pressure with my thumb, sending myself into a fit of shivers. I grasped at the wall behind me for support, unsuccessfully trying to dig my fingers into it.

Zac let out a low, animalistic groan, so low it was drowned out by the sounds of our flesh beginning to slap as our pace quickened simultaneously, so low I could feel small vibrations on the bottom of my feet. The sound of the pleasure he was giving himself almost drove me over the edge, and I echoed is quiet moan.

Zac reached forward, squeezing his eyes shut and putting his hand on the tiled wall above him. A visible tremor rocked through his body, causing him to spasm briefly, before he stopped his hand white, silky sperm began to shoot out of his prick. At that moment, a rumble grew in my own groin, and I shamelessly moaned.

"Fuck . . ."

I felt my dick give a jolt and my own jism began to spew out, load after load. I didn't even count. I felt the hot stuff get all over my fingers and the back of my hand, and I gripped hard and milked myself a little, which, coinciding with my orgasm, caused me to tremble and sigh.

A minute later, I gently landed back on the ground from where I'd been shot high into the sky, and found Zac just as silent and amazed at me. We both panted. I slowly let go of my still-jumping cock.

Zac's voice came out hoarse. "Never heard you say that before."

Zac

Dave's brown eyes rested on my face as I spoke.

"Never heard you say that before," I said, my voice trapped behind the lump of pleasure, relief, and titillation that was caught in my throat.

Dave grinned a soft grin. "Fuck," he repeated, sighing.

I laughed, and took a deep breath. Never in my entire masturbatory career had I ever come so explosively, and it had been wonderful.

Amazing. Earth-shattering. The best thing I'd ever felt in my life, better even than taking the bow at the end of a show. The deafening roar of the crowd couldn't compare with the roar that had just torn through my body. I'd probably never feel that again. It had been such a stimulant to be there in the shower, with Dave, naked, jerking off together. Now, we both stood there, limp in both aspects, recovering and letting a bunch of water go to waste. It wasn't as hot as before.

"I need to wash my hair," I realized, feeling the water getting only lukewarm instead of the steamy, lavic temperature it had been before. Dave sat on the rim of the bathtub, not looking ready to walk.

"I'll watch."

I couldn't help smiling. "Okay."

I stepped under the water again and wet my hair sufficiently.

I loved it. I loved the feeling of him watching me. His eyes traced over my body, watching my every move. He even handed me the shampoo before I could reach for it. He watched me as I squeezed some out, lathered up my hair, and relaxed under the gentle pressure and the warm water.

I wanted to say a million things to him.

That was so amazing.

You looked so sexy looking at me.

We should do this again.

Can I touch you?

But I didn't.

"I need to wash off my hand," Dave laughed quietly.

I stepped aside a little and let him reach under the soft current to clean his hand of the clearish-white, quickly-drying goo that had gotten all over it. Then, he stood up and looked at me for a long moment, at my entire body again, before adding,

"I'll go out first. Then you can come out. I think it might look a little strange if we came out of the bathroom together."

I nodded, but wished he wouldn't leave. It felt good to be around him. We shared a lot of things - and now this.

Dave looked hesitant for a moment. "Zac?"

"Yeah?" I stopped and looked at him, hoping I didn't look or sound too eager.

"I liked doing this."

He turned and stepped out of the bathtub as quickly as he'd stepped in a few minutes before. I stared after him, rinsing my hair out.

"Me too," I whispered, doubting he heard me.