Devon Knows

By Alex Carbine

Published on Feb 9, 2023

Gay

Chapter Six

The Bath

Jon's arse was sore when he woke up, but he was also contented with the way things had gone. He thought his characterisation of Ham was really realistic! Over the next few days Ham seemed to be a bit less distant, a little more companionable.

They were taking a rest in the conservatory one afternoon, when Ham came out with the surprising comment, "You know it's about time we tried to really communicate." Jon thought they were already as nearly all the day Ham was chatting about something or other, and Jon joined in as well. Ham looked at Jon for a few seconds and then Jon heard in his head 'No, Jon! Really communicate'

This truly astounded Jon. The only thing so far that had spoken directly to his head was the machine in the Den. He did not realise a person-to-person link was able. He was about to ask how this could be achieved when Ham answered his question, again in his head. 'Surely you must have thought that if the machine can speak to you, so can I.... as I can speak with the machine as well. Think of it like the theory of radio we were talking of last week. The machine has finely tuned us, so it can communicate with us, and as we used that particular frequency, we should be able to communicate between ourselves. It's not really like that, but it's a good analogy.'

Jon was awe struck by the idea. Then he suddenly thought about privacy and the lack of it. If we can talk, then maybe we can see each other's thoughts. Ham laughed out loud and said that he had been reading Jon's thoughts for some time. 'But what about when.... I mean some of my thoughts have involved you!' Ham said the Jon was not to worry about it and that he was proud that Jon thought of him so highly, and so intimately! Jon immediately started to blush with embarrassment. Then the strangest of pictures came into Jon's head. He was looking at himself through Ham's eyes. Then he could hear and 'feel' everything that Ham was experiencing. It was all too much and he struggled to distance himself from it all. Ham stopped broadcasting and Jon took a few seconds to get 'himself' back together again. "That was awesome," Jon said, "Can I do it again?" "Only if I let you, and that is what I need to teach you, so you can have some privacy. It will soon be as natural as breathing - an autonomous response."

For the rest of the day Jon, under Ham's tuition, mastered the art of raising a block to his 'listening'. He could not, however, block the voice of the machine. So it was a very mentally tired Jon that went up for his bath that evening after dinner. He undressed and wore his towelling robe as he ran his bath. He was sitting in the warm water when he mind-heard Ham ask, "Do you want me to wash your back Jon?" Jon was immediately shy of being actually in-the-flesh naked in the presence of Ham but could not say 'No' so he sent back, "OK, and can you bring me a drink, please."

Soon Ham knocked on the bathroom door and came in with the drink. Jon was surprised to see Ham was wearing one of his knee-length silk robes and matching slippers. He put the drink down on the white marble surface next to the sink, then came and sat on the chair beside the bath near Jon's head. It was the type of bath that was free-standing, sitting on four claw legs, with the hot and cold taps on the ends of pipes that came up out of the floor, so one could walk all the way round it. He just could not stretch to his orange juice drink, so Jon stood up, stepped onto the mat on the floor and reached out and took it in both hands. As he drank he turned back to his bath, and faced Ham, his face almost covered by the glass. He looked along the glass and realised he could see up the robe between Ham's legs. Ham opened his legs a bit wider, looking at Jon's face. Jon tried to probe Ham's mind but could not pass his block. Then Ham moved, just a little, and his robe fell to either side of his legs, as he had not tightened up the belt when he sat down. He continued to watch Jon's face. Jon stopped drinking and put the glass back on the marble surface. Then he turned and climbed back into the bath, and, seemingly as an afterthought turned his back on Ham, put one hand on the bath side and stretched as far as he could to push the glass away from the edge another inch or so. It was then that Ham shared his vision of Jon's little arse, with it's clearly viewed pink arse hole. Jon stayed in the same position for a couple of seconds before he began to share the senses of Ham as well. He felt excitement, pleasure, buttocks sitting on the chair, hands in the robe's pockets, and slightly cooler air on Ham's slowly unfolding cock. Jon almost lost his balance, as he quickly turned round to look at Ham's crutch. Sure enough the sitting man was getting an erection, and he could feel it as though it was his. He looked down at his cock, and saw he was half hard. He captured the feeling of his own erection in process and sent it to Ham, who said quietly "Well done," as Jon was aware that the picture in his brain was now of his own erection growing. He watched, as if he was looking at himself in a mirror, as his hand reached down to his cock and started slowly wanking it, seeing through Hams' eyes, whilst feeling it from inside his own body, all the while broadcasting his senses to Ham.

He watched as Ham's cock grew to stand up out of his lap seeing that the pubic hair had been removed, probably shaved he thought. "Hair remover" mind-spoke Ham, who then stood up and removed his robe completely, throwing it over the chair, but retaining a blue and white tube, which had been in one of the pockets. Jon received a stick-man picture of the thoughts of Ham and smiled back with a nod. He climbed out of the bath and came round to Ham to stand in front of him. He watched as the man's dick jumped about every 5 seconds as he pumped his erection. Jon could feel and see everything Ham could, and he tried his best to reciprocate his feelings, the excitement he now felt as he knew what Ham wanted of him, as the man handed him the tube of lubricant. He squeezed a clear line of it into his palm and ran that hand up and down the smooth, shaved cock. Having ensured that the cock was well lubricated the boy put some lube on his fingertips. He put one leg up on the bath and poked the fingers into his boy-cunt, putting more on his fingers and again lubing the entrance and interior of his canal. When he was ready he leaned with his hands on the bath side, his legs apart, his head back and hollowed his back so that his hole invited the man's cock. He watched from Ham's view as he knelt down and ran his middle finger down the boy's crack until the tip centred on the hole, feeling the finger insert itself easily, as he watched it go up to the knuckle. He saw the back of his loose hanging balls and how his stiff cock ran parallel with the floor, jumping with excitement. He felt Ham take hold of his hard, meat stick, stand up, pull back his foreskin and put the purple head to the brown crinkled entrance. Ham felt as it invaded Jon sphincter, the sharp pain as the rim of his head stretched the muscle, the relief that the entry was over, the sheer joy as his cock slipped in deep and deeper, whilst Jon concentrated on the feelings he was receiving as the head was compressed as it entered, the heat of the insides; he knew when it slid past his prostate, both by the feeling of a subtle lump from the cock and the exhilarating muscular pang from his own feelings. The link of their minds as they started to fuck brought both their climaxes on quickly, as each could feel the other's building, thereby fuelling their own. As Ham came copiously deep inside Jon, the boy pumped his spunk onto the side of the bath. The action of his pumping spasm made the man pump, which made the boy pump again and so on. Finally their bodies could not maintain such a closed loop feedback, Jon watch as the cock withdrew from his bottom, streaked with cum and Ham felt the emptiness of the boy now he had withdrawn. He wiped his nob on a towel and sat down. Jon stood holding the bath side as his dilated, red sore, open hole dripped spunk. He pushed a few times carefully so as not to crap himself, and then he reached round and rubbed his hole to help it close. Ham watched and gently wanked his not-so-hard-but-still-standing erection. Jon knelt in front of him and Ham watched from the boy's aspect as he went down on his cock, licking it to clean it up. Jon could feel his tongue making its way round the head and shaft, being careful as he could sense how sensitive it was after fucking his tight tube. It was Ham's turn to sit wide-kneed, with his head hung back in near sexual exhaustion. Then a quiet voice in the tired elder male's head whispered, "When can we do this again?"

More to cum later .....

Next: Chapter 7


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