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Here 'tis, installment #2 of my Michael/Mike saga:
Mike followed Michael into the luxe bathroom. After weeks of roach motels when the band was just starting out, they both could still fully appreciate their luxury accommodations. And they intended to make full use of them: the huge Jacuzzi tub, the French bath bubbles, the cavernous shower.
Michael still had his underwear on, but Mike was completely naked. Slightly put-off by the sudden and shocking image of the two of them in the mirror, Mike quickly turned on the shower tap and switched off the lights so that everything wasn’t so garishly bright. He stepped into the jet of hot water, and beckoned for Michael to join him.
Michael smiled, and slipped out of his boxers, eager to follow Mike. He couldn’t say he wasn’t still feeling a little weird about the whole experience, but there was something strangely appealing about getting so close to his best friend in the band. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough of a sex life, quite the opposite, girls swarmed him everywhere they went-his problem was that he was too picky. When the other guys would chat up cute groupies backstage at shows to get head, Michael preferred to get really, really drunk and watch the proceedings, rather than actually participating. Something about a strange girl’s lips on his cock didn’t appeal to him like maybe it should have.
Mike was facing away from Michael, rubbing shampoo into a foamy puff between his hands, and Michael admired Mike’s neat waist and cute little butt. Without even thinking, he put his hands on Mike’s hips and hooked his chin over his shoulder. He could feel Mike shudder beneath his touch, and it excited Michael, too. Mike turned to face Michael and rubbed the shampoo into his flattened pompadour, grinning mischievously as he did so. “How do I look?” he said mockingly, striking a pose with his fair all foamed up.
Michael smiled. He reached forward and massaged Mike’s head with his hands, running his fingers through his soft hair. Mike closed his eyes and sighed. He was always a sucker for a massage, especially on his scalp, where most girls never dared venture for fear of wrecking his ‘do. But Mike reveled in the slight roughness of Michael’s touch, and gave himself over to the feeling.
Michael pushed Mike directly under the water and rinsed out his hair. They were standing very close now, face to face. Mike leaned forward and kissed Michael, biting his lip painfully, sensually. Michael felt himself start to harden up as the kiss deepened; he dug his hands into Mike’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Mike was a good kisser, doubtlessly, and the feeling of their bodies so close when they were both slick and warm from the shower was driving him crazy.
“I think it’s time I return the favor,” Mike murmured as he began to kiss his way down Michael’s torso, stopping to lavish his tongue on Michael’s nipples and his thin line of dark hair leading down from his belly button.
Michael leaned back against the wall of the shower, thrusting his painfully throbbing cock into Mike’s mouth when he finally reached his tip with parted lips.
Mike played the tip a little while stroking Michael’s shaft with one hand, teasing him. Michael tensed up, his back arching, pushing his cock further into Mike’s mouth. Mike nearly choked, he had never done this before, but he let his throat relax so that Michael could really fuck his mouth, giving head the exact way he always wanted it but rarely got.
Michael was close now, moaning and grabbing Mike’s head as to not let him back off. “Don’t stop, please!” he cried.
Michael finally came, and Mike backed off, swallowing as much as he could, lapping it up. He knelt there, looking up at Michael with his soulful eyes, his hands on Michael’s thighs. Michael bent down and pulled Mike to his feet and kissed him, he wanted to taste himself in Mike’s mouth.
Mike kissed him back, trembling all over from the sheer beauty of the moment. He was ready to do anything for Michael, and who knew what would happen next that night…
Mike followed Michael into the luxe bathroom. After weeks of roach motels when the band was just starting out, they both could still fully appreciate their luxury accommodations. And they intended to make full use of them: the huge Jacuzzi tub, the French bath bubbles, the cavernous shower.
Michael still had his underwear on, but Mike was completely naked. Slightly put-off by the sudden and shocking image of the two of them in the mirror, Mike quickly turned on the shower tap and switched off the lights so that everything wasn’t so garishly bright. He stepped into the jet of hot water, and beckoned for Michael to join him.
Michael smiled, and slipped out of his boxers, eager to follow Mike. He couldn’t say he wasn’t still feeling a little weird about the whole experience, but there was something strangely appealing about getting so close to his best friend in the band. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have enough of a sex life, quite the opposite, girls swarmed him everywhere they went-his problem was that he was too picky. When the other guys would chat up cute groupies backstage at shows to get head, Michael preferred to get really, really drunk and watch the proceedings, rather than actually participating. Something about a strange girl’s lips on his cock didn’t appeal to him like maybe it should have.
Mike was facing away from Michael, rubbing shampoo into a foamy puff between his hands, and Michael admired Mike’s neat waist and cute little butt. Without even thinking, he put his hands on Mike’s hips and hooked his chin over his shoulder. He could feel Mike shudder beneath his touch, and it excited Michael, too. Mike turned to face Michael and rubbed the shampoo into his flattened pompadour, grinning mischievously as he did so. “How do I look?” he said mockingly, striking a pose with his fair all foamed up.
Michael smiled. He reached forward and massaged Mike’s head with his hands, running his fingers through his soft hair. Mike closed his eyes and sighed. He was always a sucker for a massage, especially on his scalp, where most girls never dared venture for fear of wrecking his ‘do. But Mike reveled in the slight roughness of Michael’s touch, and gave himself over to the feeling.
Michael pushed Mike directly under the water and rinsed out his hair. They were standing very close now, face to face. Mike leaned forward and kissed Michael, biting his lip painfully, sensually. Michael felt himself start to harden up as the kiss deepened; he dug his hands into Mike’s shoulders and pulled him closer. Mike was a good kisser, doubtlessly, and the feeling of their bodies so close when they were both slick and warm from the shower was driving him crazy.
“I think it’s time I return the favor,” Mike murmured as he began to kiss his way down Michael’s torso, stopping to lavish his tongue on Michael’s nipples and his thin line of dark hair leading down from his belly button.
Michael leaned back against the wall of the shower, thrusting his painfully throbbing cock into Mike’s mouth when he finally reached his tip with parted lips.
Mike played the tip a little while stroking Michael’s shaft with one hand, teasing him. Michael tensed up, his back arching, pushing his cock further into Mike’s mouth. Mike nearly choked, he had never done this before, but he let his throat relax so that Michael could really fuck his mouth, giving head the exact way he always wanted it but rarely got.
Michael was close now, moaning and grabbing Mike’s head as to not let him back off. “Don’t stop, please!” he cried.
Michael finally came, and Mike backed off, swallowing as much as he could, lapping it up. He knelt there, looking up at Michael with his soulful eyes, his hands on Michael’s thighs. Michael bent down and pulled Mike to his feet and kissed him, he wanted to taste himself in Mike’s mouth.
Mike kissed him back, trembling all over from the sheer beauty of the moment. He was ready to do anything for Michael, and who knew what would happen next that night…