Zac

I widened my eyes as Dave quickly responded to my touch. The helpless noise that escaped from his throat seemed almost like a plea for more. And it wasn't even like I was touching him in a naughty way - I mean, it was only his chest. I really had no clue what made me reach out and do this. It just seemed right. I stilled my hand on his chest, and remarked,

"Dave, I can feel your heart beating."

Dave closed his open mouth. "Oh. Sorry."

I laughed a little. "No, it's cool."

"Guess it's kinda off-the-charts, huh?" he questioned shyly.

"Yeah." I smiled at him. For some reason, knowing that he was excited made me excited, and vice versa, in a wonderful circle that built everything up. Dave breathed a shaky sigh.

"Oh my God, I'm going to explode."

"Are you nervous?"

"Yeah. Is it showing really bad?"

"Kinda. I'll let you take over, I'm sorry I made you nervous. If it helps, I feel the same way."

"I guess - I guess I've just never been so excited," he conceded. "I need to do something about it before I pass out."

He brought his hand up and took his proudly-standing cock in hand. I eyed him and bit my lip.

"Um, Dave - do you mind . . . if I -"

I gestured with my hand, motioning towards his erection. His brown eyes widened.

"No, I don't, I mean - P-please do."

With that, he relinquished control over to me, and bravely, I reached forward and took his pillar of flesh in my hand, surprising myself. I was right. He was longer than me - I could feel the size-difference immediately. His skin slid through my slippery fist easily, and the instinctual jacking motion I began to make fell into sync naturally.

"Oh my God, Zac," Dave breathed, his face falling to pieces and picking back up into a look of amazement.

"Wow, does it feel okay?" I inquired. "Is this okay for you?"

"It - it feels a lot better when you do it than when I do it," he informed me, his arm reaching out and finding the wall for support. He placed his palm on the tiles, his fingers arching. I found myself becoming absorbed into the rhythm, watching my hand at work, watching the foreskin (which I didn't have and that made it all the more interesting) on the head, feeling the spongy head contract beneath my fingers as I squeezed and pulled at the same time. Dave's jaw began to tremble a little.

I absolutely couldn't believe it. It was - a rush, for sure, an amazing feeling of "I'm making this happen." I could send this boy's body into a state of euphoria; I could let him experience what I had last night, a terrible, frightening, wonderful tremor of raw, sharp emotions and release.

Dave let out what could be considered a groan, but so shy and quiet it was also a whimper. I loved the noise; thrived on it, and quickened my pace, determined to elicit another noise from him. His body rocked a little.

"Zac, you keep that up and -"

He had to stop, but I knew what he was going to say, and that mere fact made me go even faster, at break-wrist speed, squeezing a little faster. For sure, only a moment later, I thought Dave was going to buckle at the knees and fall as his body froze and his cock began to jump in my palm. Hot, thick liquid began to pump out of his dick, leaking all over my hand and escaping to other unknown places. I suddenly wanted to reach out and take his hard body into my arms, but when I reached out with my other hand, Dave jerked away.

"Don't touch me."

Dave

I breathed in sharply, the tingling feeling shooting up my spine and into my head, giving me the feeling of a brain freeze, and then it cracked, erupting and sliding all over my body like an avalanche. Only mildly aware of the spurting sensation that accompanied the tremendous blast, I drifted in a steamy sea, feeling heavy and relaxed, but also so excited and still nervous. Zac stepped nearer to me, and I stepped back, too.

"Don't touch me," I beseeched him, afraid that if he did, I would become lost in another earthquake. Zac remained silent, and I panted as I fought to regain control of my body and mind. Clarity seeped back into my vision. Little things became obvious. The tile was white. The water at my feet was hot. Zac had let go of me completely, and was standing dormantly beneath that spraying shower-head. I still couldn't think straight. The experience had left me speechless.

"Sorry," came Zac's voice, a sharp edge to it. I looked at him helplessly. "I thought you wanted me to."

Why was he being so dry? I opened my mouth, sighs escaping. "Oh, fuck . . ."

Zac turned around and busied himself.

"Is that what you say every time you come?"

I looked at Zac and straightened myself. "No, only with you."

"Oh, so, I guess that makes me special. Ee hee."

"Zac," I said plaintively, making him turn back around. As we made eye contact, I blushed, grateful he couldn't tell in the shadows of the shower. "Thank you," I said, not being able to say anything else.

Zac bit his lip a little. "Why did you ask me not to touch you?"

"I - I thought I might scream or something," I admitted shyly.

"Are you telling me the truth?"

"Yes."

He smiled a little. "That would have been pretty cool if you had."

I just smiled, too. "Um . . . this is going to sound really odd, but - do - you mind if - I hugged you?"

Zac laughed. "No, I guess not."

I stepped to him and put my arms loosely around his waist, hugging him briefly. I was grateful to feel him emulate. It was so nice to feel us being pressed together beneath the steam of the shower, and I could even feel his hard-on squashed between us awkwardly. I was a little surprised to feel it still up.

I had to step back, not wanting to hug him for too long, or else I probably would have never wanted to let go; Zac was like this big teddy bear. I looked at his face, his sculpted chin and small nose softly lit by the dim light, dripping a little with flecks of water.

"Did you want me to return the favor?" I asked him.

"I - I don't know," he said. "I'm still a little panicky."

"I will if you want me to."

Zac twisted his lips. "Do you want to?"

"Well . . . yeah, kinda, unless you don't want me to."

"I don't want to make you. I feel a little like you're doing this for my benefit."

I breathed in. Oh.

"I definitely want to try," I told him.

"Then . . . you can."

I smiled, and then dropped my eyes to look at his dick. The head was out of its skin, and the entire organ poked out from his body as straight as an arrow with a perfect dark red tip. I wondered if there was any specific way he wanted me to do it that was different from the way I did, but I supposed I'd find out.

As I glanced back up at Zac, finding his mouth hanging open in anticipation, I just murmured, "We're so different."

Zac

Leave it to Dave to get all cute and Barney-ish on me. He looked like a three-year-old delighting in the differences between a square and a circle. His mouth had been caught up into a little half-smile ever since he'd asked if he could hug me. I trembled a little, taking his wrist in my fingers and leading his hand to my erection in a little plea for him to PLEASE JUST DO IT.

At first, he was ginger, as he slid his hand experimentally up and down the shaft. Shivers crawled over my skin. God, it - it felt good. I wanted him to touch me - actually wanted him to. I hated and loved his adorable hesitance. The tips of his fingers explored the revealed, flushed head of my prick, sliding around in the precum I was steadily leaking. His other hand's fingers scooped up some, and to my shock, he brought it to his nose, sniffed it, slid his fingers into his mouth, and actually tasted it. His eyes met mine.

"Hm," was all he said. Then, he gripped me, and added, "If you need to, adjust my hand so I do it the way you want." I could have screamed in ecstasy at his thoughtfulness, but shook my head and blurted,

"That's great." Dave smiled and tightened his two middle fingers, and began these wonderful slow movements, like the kind I'd done last night. That was great for when I wanted to tease myself crazy, but I was already half-crazed, and needed an orgasm bad, so I murmured, "Shit; please, faster."

As I wished.

He picked up his rhythm into a much quicker one, sending incredible sparks flying. Yes. Oh God, yes! This was like a wildfire burning up my entire body. It was so -- he was right. It did feel much better to have somebody else do it. I mean, when I did it, it seemed like: jack, jack, jack, ugh, okay, I'm done. This was like an uncontrollable, vibrant warmth; a gourmet meal for my hungry nerve ends when they were used to bread and water. The difference was unbelievable.

Dave's adorable eyes met mine, and I smiled helplessly. "Oh, jeez."

"It feels so good, doesn't it?" he whispered. I nodded, my heart throbbing in my throat at the sound of his voice. It sounded so intimate and loving. I mean, when he talked like that, I seriously could have kissed him! I found myself abruptly leaning to the side against the wall to make up to the sudden lack of balance my body was offering. Dave investigated me, and I bucked my hips a little at him in abandon. "Here," he suggested, "Lay on your back."

He let me go, and I shot him a plaintive, hormone-driven look. Don't stop! "Lay down?"

Dave nodded. "Here. Against the back of the bathtub. You won't have to stand."

I didn't think there was enough room, but hell, I was in no state of mind to argue, and I moved accordingly, trading places with him. Slumping down to a reclined position, my back against the curvature of the bathtub, I watched as Dave bent to his knees, wrapped two surprisingly strong hands around my calves, and moved my legs. The water was spraying me directly on the chest, and he leaned over, pushed the valve on the faucet, and reverted the water back out that way, so the bath was running and not the shower. It sounded like thunder in the small seclusion of the shower. He then knelt, and instructed,

"Now, put your legs on me."

I obeyed and draped my legs across his lap, admiring his handiwork when I realized what an opportune position I was in, and how much easier it was for the both of us. Dave ran his hand up and down my stomach, feeling my stomach undulating as I breathed so heavily. We shared smiles when he slid his hand down and re-gripped my throbbing dick into his palm and picked up the fluid rhythm he'd perfected before. That same tremble of pleasure rumbled in my chest and echoed in my head, but this time, so much stronger. I was both amazed and frightened by the power of these sensations, stronger than anything I'd ever sexually felt. Involuntarily, I tossed my head to the side in a throw of control-loss.

"Mmm," I whimpered helplessly, kind of afraid to admit how awesome he was making me feel; I felt like I was being shot up into the air, a listless explosive only waiting to burst into brilliant colors and shreds of passion.

Dave

I watched with interest and pride as a beautiful flush began to creep into Zac's skin. It streaked him a deep and vibrant rose color. He bit his lip softly, beginning to shake with the mounting tension in his body that even I could feel. This was my cue to speed everything up, and as the idea struck me, I utilized my other hand and touched his balls gently.

"Ohh," he moaned quietly. I explored the texture of his smooth skin, feeling it tighten around those tight nuts, feeling the loose orbs in the soft sac and stroking them. Zac gasped sharply. I got the biggest kick out of that - I knew how he felt - I knew just how he felt, and that made me all the more eager to help him achieve the ever-elusive buried treasure he was searching for.

Noting how his cock suddenly jumped in my hand, and watching him squeeze his eyes shut, I knew he was close, if not completely there. I bit my lip, too. Come on, Zac!

He grasped the edge of the bathtub and let loose with a loud grunt, almost a groan, the white physical manifestation of his pleasure shooting from the violet-red head of his prick. I watched, abnormally fascinated, watching it fountain up a little and fall into his rapidly rising and falling stomach. I wondered if he was seeing stars, from the dazed look crossing his face.

"Huhh - Dave," Zac moaned a bit, closing his eyes. I smiled.

"Zac." He was silent, reveling in his own world of sexual satisfaction. I sighed a little, also feeling quite full from the past half hour, and slumped over to the side a little bit. Suddenly, Zac's pillowy body was starting to look pretty comfy. "Look out," I warned, before plopping myself down on top of him.

"ACK! What the fuck," Zac drawled. "Jeez, Dave, comfy?"

"Mmm . . ." I moved his arm and poked at him as if he were a pillow. "I could be comfier."

"Maybe this would help!" Zac abruptly grabbed my head and smothered me into his chest. I screamed, laughing, and tried to find his sides to tickle him. "Use me as an air mattress, will you? You'll have to pay the fee. If I remember correctly, I still have a revenge to take out on you."

I stopped struggling and giggled into his skin. "Not that you don't smell daisy-fresh, but I can't breathe."

"Gee, wish I could help," he kidded, not moving. I managed to turn my face so it wasn't crushed into his pectoral muscles. We fell silent, listening to the water running and the echoes of the loud background noise in the tile wall, content to just lay there with our feet and legs wet and our limbs entangled in a soggy pretzel. Slowly, I encircled my arm around his waist, and closed my eyes.

"I could fall asleep like this."

"Dammit, I'm trying to sleep, retard. Shh," Zac said, acting irritable. He leaned his head on mine and emulated a sigh like mine. Then, his chest jumped in a chuckle. "If Scott and Tay could see us now."

Something occurred to me. "You think we ought to tell them?"

Zac remained thoughtful for a moment. His fingers began to listlessly dance around on the side of the bathtub, where they'd been since he came a few minutes ago. "No," he finally said. "I already sort of hinted to Taylor that I was interested in fooling around with a guy. That's all he needs to know, I think."

"I wonder what Scott would think of me," I admitted to Zac.

"Tay tried to pry out information from me, when I asked him if I would like kissing a guy. To no avail, ha ha ha."

I paused. "What, did you want to kiss?"

"Um -" Zac seemed caught for a minute. "I don't know. Maybe. But maybe not. Probably not. I don't know." He stopped, and I gave a nod, deep in thought, not exactly sure how this information was processing. Zac tapped my shoulder, and I looked up at him in a mixture of hope and listlessness. Our eyes searched each other's for a few moments, silently connecting in that way we had, and then Zac said, "We should probably get out and get dressed."