Chronicles of Mark Sasson

By T. Chase McPhee

Published on Jul 7, 2005

Gay

Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 10 (M/t oral gloryhole ws bdsm) wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"Akkkkkkkkkoooooooooohhhhh.." Greg complained upon reaching the fiftieth lash from Jonathan's strap.

"What do you have to say for yourself, boy?" Jonathan quizzed Greg.

"Thank you, Sir for the awesome whipping."

After my fiftieth lash across Kenny's blades, he offered the same thank you. I was also surprised when Jonathan excused Greg for the evening, sending both he and Kenny from the barn, with my permission of course. Actually, I wanted to spend time with Aron.

"It's been a pleasure working with you this evening, Mark. You handle a strap mighty nice."

"Thanks, Jonathan. You're good at it, too. Better than me."

"You're what, seventeen?"

"Yes."

"Youv'e got great potential ahead of you. Let me give you a hint, though."

"What's that Jonathan?"

"When you whip a guy's back, really lean into the lash at the last moment."

"Okay, thanks."

"Now, I'm curious to how you, Aron, Juan and Gino made love with those dowel sticks in your navels."

"You? It's painful."

"Love can override that."

"Are you in love with my dad, Jonathan?"

"Hey, to you it might look like the first time we met at the market on Saturday. There's more than one reason why he's sent Greg on errands, while at the market on Saturday's!"

I looked to my dad, stretched between the two posts. We communicated silently on the aspect.

Aron says, "Now I know where you get being sly from, Mark!"

"You'll pay for that, Aron," I promised, in a nice way.

I set up Jonathan and my dad with a foot long dowel stick. It felt awsome to me, setting the stick first into Jonathan's navel, then my dads. When I inserted it into Jonathan's, I gave some extra jabs.

"Getting back at me, huh?"

"Ooooh, I sense that you like a little pain yourself, Jonathan," I explained myself, giving him a sharp push.

He smiled back at me, replying, "Maybe we could have a one-on-one sometime, for some lite fun?"

"As long as you're the one tied down!"

Another smiled followed, which put me on top. Aron and I left the scene, their bodies pressed together, with the slight gap, kissing.

"You didn't do anything to 'me' yet, Mark!"

"Oh alright. My arm's kind of tired, Aron."

"Figures."

He was downright disappointed.

"But, I think I have some strength left for a few hundred," I joked around with my love.

Without evening saying anything, Aron had his arms up, clutching at the rope around the top of the whipping post where Greg stood.

"Watchout, Aron. Don't get Greg's cum on you!"

It was too late, actually, as Aron's pubes lay up against the same spot already.

"Tell me what I did wrong first, Mark?"

I didn't hold any infraction against Aron, but knew this to part of the play he liked, so made it up.

"Mark? Is that how you refer to your master, boy?"

"Sorry, sir!"

"That'll cost you, boy!"

"How many sir?"

"Ten lashes and then I'm gonna pound your ass like you've never been fucked, boy!"

Greg's cum deposit began to seep again.

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After that first Saturday night, our lives became closely integrated. Greg and Kenny worked mostly at my dad's farm, occasionally lending a hand over at Jonathan's, where Gino worked the less acreage. My dad and Jonathan agreed that Juan should attend college, but first needed some extensive tutoring to pass his college entrance exams. This is where the path back to Alex, plus our acquaitance with Jake and Ettore came back into play.

"Thanks for having us over, Ettore."

"No problem, Mark. Long time, no see."

Right Ettore was. It seemed like a dog's age since we had seen each other. He had turned twenty, however remained as handsome as ever. His body hair seemed to have effervessed, as if foaming black hair pouring out or his pores on his chest. From north to south and east to west, it completely covered his pecs and a thick, dark line extended straight to his navel. Aron, Jake and I had already submerged ourselves in the pool, when Ettore terminated his phone call, stripped off his leather pants and then took a running dive into the water.

"Where's your.. um, 'bitch'?"

"That piece of shit?" Ettore refers to him as.

"I take it he never worked out?"

"Ettore, now tell the truth," Jake replied in his stead, smiling.

"Yeah, okay," Ettore confessed to Aron and I, "I'm a one man, man, now."

"What about the 'guys downstairs'?"

"Eh, it's more trouble than it's worth trying to find the right guy, like Jake here."

With that remark, Ettore cuts loose from the conversation and brings Jake in for a smoocher.

"So, what about the college boys?"

"Oh, we still play with them?"

"We, Jake?" Aron inquires of the plural response.

"Yeah," Ettore fills us in, "Jake and I top, when the boys come to play."

"Top, do you Jake?"

"Yeah. In the dungeon it's top, bottom for this special night, but in bed it's bottom all the way!"

They smooched again.

"Pool all warmed up for us, Ettore?" I inquired, since the invite brought us here.

"If not, I'm sure Jake and I can help get it that way.. c'mon guys."

Ettore took Aron under his arm, like that of big brother, herding his little brother. Jake and I paired off.

"It's been awhile, Mark."

"That it has, Jake."

"I've missed the taste of you."

"Meaning my cock?"

"You got it. Remember that first time?"

My memory didn't have to serve me, visually, since physically, my cock was reacting to the comment.

"Of course I do, Jake. Never forget it. That memory of my first dungeon experience, will never escape my thoughts."

"I never thanked you for what you did for me, Mark."

"Yes you did, Jake."

"Nooo. I mean I never thanked you.... properly?"

I didn't get to question Jake what 'properly' entailed. Reaching the pool, the presence of others, broke my concentration.

"Hey you guys! I didn't know you all had been invited!"

Yeah, what a surprise, to see the indoor pool swarming with that of Aron's and mine friends. They all came out of the skinnydipping pool, hugging Aron and I.

"I hope I'm not getting you too wet, Mark," Greg, third in line, said.

I gave him the line he expected, "Of course you are and you're going to pay for that later, you know?"

Greg laughed, replying with new information, "Cool, Mark. You know I've upgraded to having a whip used on me."

"Getting up in the world are we?" I counter replied, my hand around Greg's already limbered up cock.

"Noooooot too much, please, Mark!" Greg said, his hand on mine.

"Hmm, shall I include that insuboordination in with the punishment, greg?"

Our gameplaying kept racking up the strokes of the whip against Greg's back, to be delivered, whenever Ettore moved our evening to the dungeon atmosphere.

"By all means, Mark."

Like in the 'olden days', Greg stare at me. Our lips met for a friendly imbibing of friendly emotions.

"Owwwwwch!" Greg called out, breaking our tender moment, his arms still around me.

"Keep your hands off!" Aron yelled out, after delivering the handslap to Greg's ass.

"Are you going to let Aron get away with that, Mark?" Greg asked me, as Aron giggled.

"Of course, Greg, but the real question is: 'are you'?"

That little thought, with the power of 'suggestion' behind it, put an evil grin on Greg's face, plus permission for him to take off in Aron's direction. I watched as Greg scooped Aron up, flung him into the pool and then jumped in afterwards. Walking over to our friend, Juan Delgado, I paused to join he and Gino, in the laughter of Greg's act.

"How are you two making out?"

"Us hombre?" Juan asked, replying with rubbing his bare body against the nineteen year old Italian hunk, his 9.5c responding nicely.

"I see that you're bitch treats you nicely, Gino?"

Even though it was an indoor party, the strong afternoon sun shone down through the partially glassy room. Gino, standing six feet tall, wore dark sunglasses, wire rimmed and looked too hot to be human!

"Yeah, well he better just mind his manners or later he could be paying dearly for it, if you catch my drift, Mark!"

"What fun would it be, Gino, if our boys didn't step out of line now and then?"

"Yeah, you're right on that, Mark. Fun for all!"

Along with his comment, Gino placed his index finger and thumb together, around the sheath of skin separating Juan's cock and balls. Closing tightly, he gave a little pull.

"Oooooooh!" Juan gasped, evermore acting affectionate towards Gino.

"I'd say that you've got your bitch trained right, Gino!" Came the comment from the sidelines, Ettore closing in on our little circle, tray with loaded beer mugs.

Ettore held the tray out, allowing Gino and I to pick our's out. He hesitated when Juan reached for a mug.

"Uh-uh... where's your manners, boy?"

Juan looked Ettore in the eyes.

"Go ahead, 'boy'," Gino sided with Ettore.

Setting the one-drink tray on a nearby table, Ettore led Juan along, like a puppy dog following a biscuit. Next, Ettore took his mug, lowering it to his pubes.

"Thirsty, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Juan replied, formally.

"Then you may start drinking your beer!"

The twenty year old lowered his beer mug down to his thighs. Taking his fully erect 8.5c in his hand, he let it silde into his beer mug. As the chunky, long mass slipped further into the tan, bubbly froth, it lapped over the sides.

"Any of that brew touch the ground and I'll be taking it out of your hide later, boy."

Like on cue, Juan sunk quickly to his knees and licked the side of the mug. Gino and I walked backwards towards the entry steps to the pool, watching the whole scenario unfold.

"Looks like Juan is going to be busy for awhile."

"Like Ettore minds it?"

"And what about you, Gino?"

Leaving Ettore to his privacy, we break our view, watching Juan holding the 'overfull' beer mug. Ettore's dark covered pecs jut out, as his hands fold behind his head. Striking up a pose, as if selling underwear, he presses his hips forward. His engourged mass presses into the mug of beer, sloshing it's contents.

"What'd I tell you boy?" Gino and I hear, gearing our attention once more to the two players.

"Sorry, sir," we hear Juan reply.

"You'll pay dearly for spilling that beer, boy!"

"Yes, sir," comes Juan's nonfearing, expectant reply.

Last thing we take in is watching the mug withdrawn, Ettore in his famous 'hands-behind-head' pose and Juan licking his juicy beer barrel.

"Chicken fights!" Greg yells out.

We're interrupted though, as a man enters the pool area.

"You're in deep shit, Greg!" the half-angry twenty-one year old blond says.

"What for, Kenny?" Greg asks his lover.

Stripping the shirt and tee, as he walks, he replies, "You're turn to fill up the gas tank in the truck?"

"Oops!"

Stripped down, the smooth, belly-trailed jock swipes the last beer from the tray and slaps his ass down, poolside.

"That's okay, Greg. I'm sure I'll make it up to you later in the dungeon!"

I, along with the rest of the guys in the pool, laugh heartily over Kenny's joking manner. I also admired Kenny's ripped bod. That tight chest, with the tiny brown nips, washboard abs, his trail dividing it, then his 8c amid the bed of blond pubic hair, lying between two nicely endowed sacs. I always wondered why some blond guys, like Kenny, had a darker trail from their navels to pubes.

"C'mon, Kenny," Gino called out, "we're getting ready for some balls to the back of the neck!"

"Hot!" Kenny called out, chugging his beer and then hopping into the pool.

Aron scurried back towards me. Gino caught his arm.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I smiled at Aron, giving him the okay to mount up on Gino's shoulders. Jake headed in my direction.

"Want to shift that cock to the right, Jake? You're messing up my hair!"

"Like the heating pad on your neck, Mark?" He responded.

"You better win, Jake or I'm taking it out later, on your 'heating pad'!"

"Hmm, maybe I'll get lucky and start a losing streak." Jake told me, feeling a throbbing on the back of my neck.

"Ettore's been working on the balls, huh?"

"Yeah, Mark. Didn't know that ball torture could feel so hot!"

"Looks like your lover has his partner picked out, for tonight."

"How about a wager, then Mark?"

"Wager, Jake?"

"Yeah. I win and you take on me tonight?"

"I really planned on having fun with Aron in the dungeon."

"I think you might have competition with Gino, on that one."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. Gino loves to swing a strap."

Jake replies with, "Yeah, and it's no secret that Aron loves getting it!"

"Okay. I'll accept your wager. Let Aron have his fun tonight with Gino, if that be the case."

"Cool, Mark and you're going to get the best blow job ever!"

"I doubt you're up to par with Aron, Jake."

"No harm in trying, is there Mark?"

Seeing us assemble for the pool 'cockfights', Ettore dragged his 8.5c out of Juan's throat. Using Juan's right nip for a handle, he pulled him over to the pool.

"Hey, what's this? Leaving your host out of the compe'tit'ion?"

Us guys laughed. I noticed how Juan winced, but his cock told us all he loved being forced to the pool, via the sweet nip enforcement. The roughplay began, guys getting light-kicked in the chest, stomach, hair pulling and not just on heads. I was no exception to the rough-housing, grabbing my opponent's shoulder straddler's nips or playing with their asses. Once, standing behind Aron, atop Gino's broad shoulders, Jake threw his arms around Aron, his folding them across Aron's chest.

"Go for the nips!" I yelled to Jake, in the midst of the other tops yelling orders to their own boys.

I laughed my ass off, watching Aron let go of Gino's neck and falling backwards into the pool.

"Heeeeey, you did that on purpose!"

Of course I did. That's part of the play and Gino knew it, but of course he had to take his revenge. He didn't come after Jake, though.

"Oooooooooh fuck!" I cried out, as Gino body slammed me, chest to chest, taking me underwater.

Good thing I took a big gulp of air, on the way under the choppy pool waves. It became a surprise to me, though, suspended under the water, Gino's lips met mine and we shared the reserved air. As we surfaced, Gino had his hand around both our cocks.

"Sly, but hot, Gino."

"Want to share my bed tonight?"

"Maybe, but with the intentions that it's your ass that gets rammed!"

Gino laughed at me, saying, "At that point we'll switch off to our mates."

"That is if you get Ettore's hands off of Juan, Gino."

"If I can't, I'll just have to drill his man!"

Sitting against the edge of the pool, our chests half submerged, Gino and I relaxed and gabbed, as did our 'shoulder-boys', my Aron and Jake.

"You and Juan share?"

"We don't have any other close friends, other than you, Aron and the other guys here."

"Yeah, we did evolve into a tight ratpack, didn't we?"

"That we did. If it wasn't for your dad and Jonathan getting together, I wouldn't have met... well Juan."

"What about me?"

"I know. You and Aron too and the rest of these guys, but that Juan. He's such a loving, affectionate, hot man."

"Did he fill you in on our threeway affair?"

"Yes, matter of factly. Every detail, Mark."

"And?"

"Wouldn't mind making it fourway sometime."

"I don't know, Gino. Except for our dungeon playing, Aron and I are kind of tight."

"Same here with Juan and I."

"But you just said that you would drill Jake's ass, Gino."

Waving his hand, as a sign of 'forget it', Gino replies to me, "Eh, nah. Acting the 'big man' part. You know."

"I know now, Gino. You really like Juan, huh?"

"Juan's the best thing that's happened to me. I mean, here I was, slaving away on Jonathan's farm, since about fifteen and then four years later I'm in love with the hottest guy in the world."

"But you don't get uptight when you watch Juan and Ettore play?"

"Hey, Ettore is a real good guy. He helped me out when I was younger."

"Oh? How does that go, Gino?"

"Ettore knew me when I lived in Italy. My papa wasn't a nice man. He used to beat me a lot."

"Sorry to hear that, Gino," I replied, rubbing his wet back with my palm.

To most, that's a cliche. But us eight guys have melted into each other's lives, becoming one big bunch of love.

"Thanks Mark. I know you mean it."

"I do, Gino."

Turning to each other, we embrace for a sweet kiss, then part to our former stance, at the edge of the pool.

Before we return to our conversation, I yell across the pool, "Hey, Jake, Aron, how about a couple of beers?"

The two swim to the steps, then with cocks and balls bouncing, hustle off towards the bar.

"Your Aron sure is built nice."

"Yeah. He's really maturing nicely for a sixteen year old. Yesterday morning he rushes into the jon to tell me that he saw four hairs on his chest and had to point each one out."

"Isn't that sweet."

"I told him I'd humiliate him with it, shaving it off at the dungeon party!"

"Mark, you sadist!"

I couldn't deny Gino's accusation and I had a good laugh. Aron and Jake returned with our drinks.

"C'mon, Gino, let's relax."

Following me over to the steps, we exited the pool and sat in two lounge chairs. Jake and Aron see this and follow in our footsteps.

"You should have gotten out of the pool before we brought you your drinks!" Jake says sarcastically.

Gino says to me, "This one," pointing to Jake, "is looking for a good workover in the dungeon later."

"He's asking for it, alright," I reply to Gino.

"Although, right now I could use a blowjob," Gino says, suggestively.

Aron smiles at me, as I part my own legs. However, imitating Ettore, taking my beer in his hand, he works my 7.5c into the half empty glass. With a different twist, Aron stuffs my balls in, as well.

"Ooooh man, is that hot!"

Looking down, Gino hands Jake his mug of almost gulped down brew.

"Oh man!" Gino shouts out. "Feels almost as good as Juan's mouth!"

"I guess you don't need 'our's' then?" Jake says, again sarcastically.

Gino, in reply, says, "You keep racking up those demerits, boy!"

Looks like I might be playing mostly with my Aron, instead of Jake, in the dungeon later. I know it sounds strange, but here Gino and I lay on our lounge chairs, our cocks and balls submerged in mugs of beer, drinking new skeins of beers that Jake and Aron brought to us. They returned to the pool, as we let our meat marinade.

"Finish your story, Gino?"

"Oh yeah. So, one night Ettore caught my papa almost beating me to death. It's my papa that would up getting worked over by Ettore. He knew my mama was dead."

"So, he just didn't happen upon you getting beaten?"

"No. From time to time Ettore would stop in and help my papa, but when he saw him beating me, he lost his cool."

"He didn't kill him, did he?"

"No. Ettore didn't."

"Did somebody?"

"Let me tell you first, Mark. Ettore got me out of the country. His two cousins, Vincenzo and Bruno did all the dirty work."

"I've heard of Vincenzo."

"So you know what he's capable of, do you, Mark?"

"I heard the story of him toasting that young jock's nips."

"Vincenzo and Bruno are two of a kind. Anyhow, they got me a passport and visa. Unknowing to me, Ettore's payment was..."

"That's okay, Gino," I patted his shoulder. "I think I get the rest of the story."

Gino looked down at his chest. The beer mug wasn't doing anything for his cock and balls, any longer. He removed it, letting the contents dribble through the slats in the chaise lounger. Two vultures must have had their eyes on the prize. Jake showed, sitting on the bottom part of the chair. Bending over, he placed his hands on Gino's thighs. His head bent in towards his pubes. By the time Jake's tongue swathed Gino's meat, Aron had removed the beer mug.

"Let's swim," I suggested.

"Ooooh, I wanted to please you, Mark!"

Sixteen year old eyes stare into mine. What could a seventeen year old do at a time like this?

"Go ahead, Aron, but I warn you that I might have to piss!" I joked.

Jake pops off of Gino and says, "If you have to go, Gino, let loose anytime."

"You mean taking a piss, Jake?"

"It's okay, Gino. I'm used to it," Jake replied, smiling.

My Aron looks over at Jake, then replies, "I could try, Mark."

"That's okay, Aron. Only if you want to."

Gino outright attacks, "You give him a choice, Mark?"

"Hey, our love affair is not oneway."

"I know," Gino says, blushing. "It's the same with us. I only make Juan do it when he wants me to force him."

"But I think I really have to pee, Aron."

I almost hit my love, swinging my leg over the chair, but he laughed. We both went to the jon, off to the side of the pool. It more resembled a gym, with several stalls and showers. Enough towels stocked little cubbies, to serve an army.

"Hey, I didn't notice this before, Mark!"

"What, Aron?"

"These holes in the walls of the stalls."

"They're called 'gloryholes'."

"What are they for?"

"Don't tell me you never heard of them, Aron?"

If Aron asked me one more time what they were for.... he stood there, his cock almost touching the hole!

"Wow! I bet my cock could just about fit in it, Mark!"

"No kidding, Aron. Why don't you try it?"

"In the meantime, I was almost doing the 'Neutron Dance', having to pee desperately."

"I got an idea, Mark!"

"Aron, I gotta pee bad, okay?"

"Put your cock through there and I'll drink your pee, Mark!"

"You'll what, Aron?"

"Yeah. Come on, Mark. I want to try it. Pleeeeeeaaaase?"

It's like Aron was playing me or something. Those puppy brown eyes got me again, but more important, the extreme urge to empty my bladder, forced my cock easily through the gloryhole.

"Thanks, Mark!" Came the excited reply from my sixteen year old lover, as he went onto my cock.

One thing about these stalls. They weren't your 'regulation' height. Unlike a public facility, they had been built with the observer's view in mind. I could look over the wall easily, to see my Aron squatting down, the clear image of his asscrack, visible, at his lower back.

"Well, you going to go, Mark?" He said, popping off for a moment's notice.

"I don't think I can, Aron."

Mouth removed, he once more addresses me, "But you've got to Mark, don't you?"

"I don't know. Okay, Aron," I replied, the plea still on his face.

Smiling, Aron went back to his squatting position, lips wrapped around my cock. I didn't think I would have to concentrate so much on pissing, since I had to go soooooo bad, but I did. A little escaped my piss slit. All eyes, my view watched Aron. Finally, the torrent broke loose.

"Aggghrrrrr!" Aron called out, breaking his hold on my streaming cock.

I had to go so, so bad, that now I couldn't stop, even though Aron had tumbled backwards, gagging.

"Oh man does that taste disgusting!" Aron claimed.

However, he did calm down a bit, letting my urinating shower douse him with the hot, yellow stream.

"Having fun, I see?"

"Oh, don't worry Ettore. We'll clean it up." I told my friend, cutting off the leakage.

"No, you don't have to. I don't mind having some watersports fun from time to time, myself."

"Watersports? You mean water skiing and stuff like that, Ettore?" Aron replied, still laying there on the pissed-stained tile floor.

"Could be, but not in the BDSM world, Aron," Ettore replied, with a chuckle. "Here, let me show you how to do it right, Aron."

"Juan?"

"Si, hombre. Now we show you how to take it."

"Have you drunk a guy's piss before, Juan?"

"Si. Ettore's!"

"Oh, then you know how his tastes."

While Juan and Aron chatted about the art and technique of watersports, Ettore filled me in.

"You have to regulate the flow, Mark."

"I started out with a trickle, only because I was nervous. Then it cut loose and the rest is history, Ettore."

"We've got all night to work on it, Mark. Here, let me show you how to do it."

"Aren't you going to use the gloryhole?"

"Nah. Nothing like pissing right down the throat, Mark. Juan, you ready?"

That's not that first time I heard Ettore use kindess. Outside of the dungeon that is. In the dungeon he metamorphosed into a devilous being, however here, among friends, he could be gentle.

"Coming, Master Hombre!"

Even though my Aron stood there, piss dripping from his chest, down his stomach and pubes, I placed my arm around his shoulders, the crook of my elbow at his neck.

"Careful, Mark. You'll get pee on you."

"You mean like this?"

"Ewe, Mark!" Aron called out, as I lay my clean chest against his soiled one. "I don't believe you did that Mark!"

"Hee heee... just got the craving to try it, Aron. Looks like we'll wind up showering together now."

"You could have done that anyway, Mark, without... sticking to me?"

We pulled apart gently and our bodies, in fact, had that listening sensation of slight pulling apart.

"I know it's kinky, but I liked it, Aron."

"And you call me the sick pup, Mark?"

"Hey, you guys paying attention? I'm only going to piss once!"

"Oh cool!"

"Just in time!"

Jake, Gino, Greg and Kenny walked in.

"Mind if Jake takes down my piss, Ettore?"

"Did I ask you if Juan could take mine, Gino?"

Translated, from BDSM lingo, Ettore's suggestion sent Jake to his knees.

"Cool Greg! We've never done this. Want to try it?"

"Sure," Greg agreed, falling to his knees on the tile floor.

"I don't believe it," Jake says to Gino, "my stomach's full from your last pissing and you're wetting down my throat again."

Ettore announces, "Get used to it, Jake. You're going to be out dungeon toliet tonight!"

I asked, "How much piss can a guy drink, Ettore?"

"As much as I want him to."

We all knew that Ettore wouldn't abuse us guys to that extent, however for college jock wannabees, he'd do anything to humiliate and torture them, regardless, as long as he kept within his agreed limits. Some jocks gave him free reign on their wellbeing. Ettore went on to tell us that he could actually feel one twenty-two year old's rounded belly, like he was pregnant, after drinking piss all night.

"What happens if a guy upchuck's it, Ettore?" My Aron asked.

"Upchuck? Lick it up!"

"Ewwwwwweeeeeee!" Aron and I groaned, as Ettore laughed his ass off.

Aron and I, the only two already 'pissed off', watched the other six take in the watersports action. I couldn't believe how Juan drank Ettore's piss down so easily, unlike Greg, who gagged, the piss dribbling down his chest and stomach.

"How does he do it, Ettore?"

"Control, Mark. It's not only on the part of the bottom guy, but the top has to piss out slowly. Yeah, sure, if I was playing with my regular monkey jocks, then I might piss out fast."

"But then they might not be able to drink it fast enough."

"Right, Mark. Then when it drips on the floor, he'll be due punishment. That is, after he licks the floor up!"

Ettore enunciated that on purpose, to get the 'gross' reaction from Aron and I. However, instead of the disgusting repose of grunts, I wrestled with my cock, not to elicit such pleasure from the act.

"Didn't seem like you minded that last remark, Mark?"

"It's gross, Aron. Okay?"

"No it's not."

"Aron, don't con me, huh?"

"I'm not, Mark. I think we could get into this."

Who was conning who here?

"Get outta here, Aron."

"No, Mark. I know you liked it."

A sweet moment came over us, as we headed for the shower. Aron had read me right again. We stood under the showerhead, but without the water raining down on us.

"Mark, you're getting piss on your body, again."

"I know, Aron. Call it gross, but I like sharing it with you and.." I looked down to my Aron's chest. "and those four little hairs."

Aron smiled, then said to me, "If it means a lot to you, Mark, you can shave them off."

"Nah. I want them to multiply, til you have a full chest of hair, Aron."

"But if.."

"Thanks for the offer, love."

"Love?"

"Did I say that?"

"You did, Mark. You called me, 'love'."

"Hmm, could it be because I love you, Aron?"

Aron and I made love under the dry showerhead, until the rest of the gang reported for cleanup.

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And dry cleaning can be soooo expensive! continued.........

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