Going Bi – 4

This section is gay, b/b like the others that will follow. Please move on to another story if you are not into gay, or you will be disappointed.

I’ve had comments that my stories read like true stories, not fiction. The truth of the matter is that writers do best when they write from experience and much of what I write draws from my own experiences. That’s why I tend to write both b/g and b/b, because I started at a very young age with each. And yes, some of the accounts in this story are from experience. The pool wrestling with Tyler was pretty much a faithful account. 😉

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I nodded toward the bathroom door — Jason and I each had our own bathroom. “Ill go with you,” I told him.

Tyler got off me, and as I followed him into my bathroom, I thought Tyler, from behind, naked, was as perfect as a boy could be, literally.

Tyler saw my shower and his mouth dropped. The room I had was originally going to be the master bedroom, and I had a great walk-in shower. The front wall and door were clear glass, the other three walls were tile, and at each end was a detachable shower massage head.

“Un-be-liev-able!” Tyler exclaimed under his breath. He turned to me. “Let’s shower!”

Tired as I was, it wasn’t a bad idea. “Sure.” I opened the door. And motioned for him to step inside.

“I still gotta piss,” he said.

“I always piss when I shower,” I told him.

Tyler’s eyes lit up, and he stepped in. I followed and by the time I closed the glass door behind me, Tyler was pissing on my package. So I pissed on his, then up on his belly and chest, and Tyler pissed up mine. Our warm piss smelled of beer and sex. We aimed our streams downward onto each other’s legs.

His stream ran out a second or two before mine, and he grabbed me by the hips to rub his wet package against mine as I finished. I pulled him into my arms, wet belly to wet belly. We embraced and kissed hungrily – the pissing was a bit of a turn-on. Speaking of which, I turned on the shower behind him and it came out cold.

“Eeyow!” he hollered, dodging out of the way.

“Geez, dude!” I protested. “Not so loud!”

I aimed the shower head to the back wall and turned the water warmer, but behind me, Tyler had already detached the second shower head and he turned it on my back, fully cold.

“Ayeeee!” I complained.

“Not so loud!” he said, giggling.

I detached my shower head, turned it back to cold, and aimed it at Tyler. Neither one of us could get away from the other, though we each tried, backing into corners, turning backs, only to freeze our backsides.

“Okay!