The Pale Blue Sky
by Jack Lynch
Part 3 - Connor, Carey and Randy, Chapter 6
Friday Morning.
Morning.
Carey tried to shake the sleep out of his brain. He sat up, coughed once, and looked at his phone on the night stand. He'd brought it in sometime during the night to shoot some absolutely raunchy pictures of them together. Memories.
"Shit!"
Looking at the time.
"I gotta open up the arcade in like fifteen minutes."
Randy, awake suddenly, rolled off the bed and stood up.
"C'mon, let's shower. You stink!" He laughed.
Stumbling to the bathroom, they peed together.
Randy flipped the shower on and said, "Get in."
Stepping into the shower stall, Carey let the hot water fall over his face. The shower door banged shut as he turned to find Randy right behind him.
Holding the bar of soap in his hand and smiling mischievously, he said, "Rub-a-dub-dub!"
Standing behind Carey, Randy brought his arms up and lathered up Carey's chest and stomach quickly dropping them to his cock and balls. Not surprisingly, Carey felt himself plumping up in spite of the fact that his cock was sore and sensitive. After a moment, Randy's hands went to Carey's back. After a good scrub to his shoulders, he dropped his hands quickly to his butt cheeks and crack. With the water pouring over both of them, Randy pushed Carey's shoulders against the wall and pulled his hips back. Dropping to his knees, he spread Carey's butt cheeks and lathered up his crack and rectum. In an instant, Randy's tongue was buried deep inside Carey's ass. Carey gasped but was helpless to stop the oral invasion. It felt too damn good!
Just as Carey was wishing it could go on forever, Randy stood up, grabbed Carey's hips, and in one move, thrust his cock deeply into Carey's ass. The combination of hot water, soap, and Randy's priming of his ass with his tongue, left him open and willing. With a soft grunt, he relaxed and embraced the pressure from Randy's cock. Carey squeezed his eyes shut feeling the growing sting inside as Randy thrust in and out, gasping and grunting. He knew he shouldn't feel this way but he loved the violation. Deep inside, he fantasized about being raped. The powerlessness was a rush. The force, the pressure. In less than a minute, Randy stopped thrusting. Carey could feel Randy's cock pulsing as he orgasmed.
Randy stumbled back, his cock falling out of Carey's butt. As he turned around, Carey realized that getting totally fucked out had caused him to lose his own erection.
"Your turn?"
Randy squinted through the water spraying into his face, a soft smile on his lips.
"Really, I've gotta get going."
Randy reached behind Carey, turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and threw another one at Carey. It was silent for a minute. Randy grabbed a tube of toothpaste and a couple of still packaged toothbrushes out of a drawer in the vanity. Carey, a towel modestly wrapped around his waist, watched Randy standing naked next to him. Alternately, they spit into the sink as they brushed their teeth.
Randy's still partially swollen member gently swayed as he moved. He grabbed an expensive looking wood brush made of some exotic wood that held light brown bristles. In two or three swipes his damp hair was almost perfectly in place. Feeling himself stiffen yet again, Carey tried to tamp it down. After orgasming what, five or six times, he couldn't believe another one was possible.
He had to go! The arcade was supposed to be open now! Pulling himself away, he hurried out of the bathroom and quickly pulled his clothes on. Randy followed, not bothering to put on a stitch of clothing. Carey headed to the front door. Randy went ahead and swung the door open. As he stepped through the threshold, Carey turned to Randy.
Taking Randy's face in his hands, Carey kissed him full on the mouth. Hard.
"Talk later?"
Leaning into the door frame, Randy crossed his arms and gave him that twinkly smile.
"Count on it."
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