Once again, here's another chapter. If you have ideas for things I should put in the story, please do not hesitate to e-mail me at thegrantfinale123@gmail.com . After Chapter 9, I'm kind of stuck. Please help me out by giving me ideas! Thanks so much! ~Aaron
Merkle's Boner Chapter 6
I turned the water on and felt it until it got warm enough for us to get in. Zach just stood there next to me, covering his private parts. "Why do you look so embarrassed? Zach, I just saw your dick. You don't need to cover it up." He blushed.
"I just...I dunno. I've never showered with another guy before."
"What about in gym or in baseball?"
"That's different. We each have our own stall and everything, and remember? I usually wait until everyone else is done so they don't see me with a boner."
"Well, it's not much different, Zach. I've already seen you with a boner. So you don't need to hide it from me."
Zach slowly removed his hands from his crotch and revealed that he'd already boned up again. "Sorry, Jordan. Your ass is just...umph." I slapped my bare ass and got in the shower. The motion made Zach jolt. He was really turned on, I could tell. "How can you be so ready to go again so soon after you just came?" Zach shrugged.
"I guess it's because I've been training myself. I can go for longer, and I can go more."
I chuckled. "That's awesome. I gotta keep doing this training thing, then." Zach smiled, and climbed in the shower with me.
The warm water matted down my hair and dripped down my body, shooting off a stream from my dick. It was rather cramped in the shower, because it was really only meant for one person, and Zach's face was tomato red. I ruffled his wet hair. "Relax buddy. We're friends here, remember?" He smiled, but he still blushed. I reached for the soap, but Zach tapped me on the shoulder. "Um...Jordan?"
"Yeah, buddy?"
"Can I wash your back for you?" He looked down at his feet and fidgeted as much as he could in the cramped shower. "I, uhh...I mean, you've been such a great friend to me," he smiled softly, "I just wanna do...something for you, even if it's something stupid like this."
A gentle smile pierced my lips. I meant the world to this kid. How could I say no to him? I handed him the soap and said, "Sure, buddy." He beamed, soaped up his hands and started lathering up my back. It felt pretty good, his warm soapy hands massaging my back. He ran his hands along my back repeatedly, rubbing away all the dirt and grime that accumulated on my 15 year old body.
I felt Zach's hands on my shoulders and neck, rubbing the dirt away from them, too. He must have been standing on his tip toes, because I was a good 8 inches taller than him. I bent down to give him easier reach. His warm, soft hands on my neck felt really nice. It was relaxing. He rubbed down my back, running his hands along my sides, and I squirmed and giggled; I was ticklish there. Zach giggled, and I stood up and he soaped up his hands again and ran them down my legs, rubbing my feet, between each toes. I squirmed again; my feet were ticklish, too. Zach was enjoying tickling me; I could tell.
Finally he got to the part he was really looking forward to: my ass. He re- soaped his hands, and massaged my ass cheeks. They were really sensitive, so I squirmed a bit, but this time not from being ticklish.. My dick chubbed up a bit at the touch. Zach nimble fingers scrubbed away at my ass cheeks. Then he shoved his hand up my crack.
I yelped and jumped. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, Zach?"
"I gotta clean inside there! How else am I gonna do it?"
I blushed, but let him continue. He put more soap in his hand and put his fingers back at my entrance. My dick was rock hard by now. I'd just washed my crack this morning with the washcloth, so there couldn't have really been much to clean anymore. Then I felt it-a sharp, piercing pain in my lower back. Zach had shoved his finger in my ass. "Agh!" I screamed and winced. "Zach, what the fuck...Ohhhhh..." Zach wiggled his finger inside my ass, and I'll admit, it felt fucking amazing. Then he shoved a second finger in, and I lost it. My knees grew weak, and I let out a long, audible moan. "Zach...oh my God, that feels...amazing." I leaned forward and rested my hands on the wall. "Damn," I moaned. Then Zach took his fingers out. "Why'd you stop?" I whined. Then I felt something else rubbing against my entrance. It was warm, wet, and hard as a rock. "I won't if you don't want me to," he said. "But...it seems like you do."
My stomach twisted. I did want it. That was the weird part. I'm not gay. By no means am I gay. But at that moment, all I wanted was to feel Zach's warm, pulsing cock up my asshole. That's not gay, right? "Jordan?" Oh, fuck it.
I nodded. "Fuck me, Zach," I moaned.
On his cue, Zach slowly pushed his manhood into my boy pussy. I screamed as he popped my cherry. "Ohhh, Jordan!" he moaned. "This...is amazing."
The pain was intense. Even with playing sports, I had never felt pain this intense. I've had some pretty rough injuries: broken bones, baseballs to the crotch at 90 mph, but nothing this intense. Though it was centralized in my derriere, the pain flooded through my entire body. I kept expecting to look down and see the pool of water at the bottom of the tub turning red with my blood, but nothing bled, though the warm shower water kept messing with my mind. Blood flooded to my ears and I couldn't even hear myself screaming. I was sure I was, because I felt a strain in my throat. I was glad there was water, because I didn't want Zach to see my crying. I needed to stop screaming. If I could stop screaming, he would think he wasn't hurting me. I didn't want his first time to be ruined by the fear I wasn't enjoying it, even though I wasn't.
I willed myself to close my mouth and stop the screaming. I moaned, though it seemed more a groan. Zach pulled out slowly and gently, hopefully unaware of the pain he was really causing me.
Then, something happened. All of the pain washed away, and I was overcome by something of equal intensity. Pleasure. The pain melted off of me and was washed down the drain with the dirt Zach had washed away. And there was something else. Something in my gut, like butterflies flooding my throat and stomach, like the sun coming out from behind a cloud and making the grass and the road shine after a storm.
"Zach...I..."
"Jordan, I'm gonna lose it," he interrupted. "Want me to pull out."
But I didn't have time to respond. I felt Zach's cock explode inside me, and I moaned as I felt his sticky situation, and let loose my own sperm. My knees grew weak, and as soon as he pulled out, I collapsed onto the bottom of the tub.
Panting heavily, Zach plopped down next to me. I put my arm around his shoulder, and he cuddled up with me. He beamed his pearly whites at me, and I smiled back. "Okay," I said. "I guess...maybe I am gay."