"Cally's Move: Chapter 7

I slept longer than usual but was up quite a bit before Cally, whom I assumed to still be sleeping. We both had been dead to the world, but I had come to sleep with mixed feelings of unrequited lust and the quiet gratitude of a new friend: a sexy one at that.

After preparing what amounted to a heavy breakfast, leaving it to keep warm in the oven, pouring the juice and putting on a respectable pair of briefs which didn't show so much of my abundant package, I threw on a terry cloth wrap around my waist and
bare-chested but comfortable with my appearance, headed for the guest bedroom in which Cally had drifted off.

I was unprepared for that moment when I entered. Cally lay there, blankets aside, tossed in a bundle, his legs spread, one foot slightly crossed beneath his thigh, revealing a magnificent display of male in its rawest form. His eyes were closed and soft slumber like sounds indicated that he was in the state of awakening, but not quite there.



God, I felt an instant arousal. My dick sprang to life within seconds, before I could pull back off the lust that had so quickly gripped me. I was truly enthralled as I beheld the physical perfection of a male in his prime. I wanted that moment to linger. With Cally still in his slumber, laying there, naked, my eyes taking in the sheer beauty of primal male, I touched myself ever so briefly as for a momentary arousal,and then in the next moment, tried to calm my nerves. I was literally exploding from within.

The sight of his nakedness, so pure, so casual had sent my senses into overload.I wanted to be there, down there in his groin, tasting the sweet, raw, delectable pungency of male, savoring the subtle nuances of warm breath as his flavor spilled over into my senses. I was there alone, in that unique place, uninterrupted and lost in a cloud of euphoria and need. I wanted to touch him.

He lay there, a man clothed in the essentials of nothing: gratified through his own beauty, lost in the slumber of a beautiful Saturday morning and the inherent laziness of a last dream before awakening. I wondered what he he was dreaming. I watched him as I slowly moved closer to his bed, forsaking any idea of distance. This was there for me to witness and i intended to take full advantage of the moment. I had always loved the primal, unrehearsed aspect of early morning nakedness.

Every male was about this in the morning. There was nothing more spectacular than the natural which came to every guy in his morning arousal, and the way each sought to ease that urgency of the morning piss. There was a special state of affairs in a guy's zone, down there, tempting, pungent sweetness that mixed of undertones of sweat
and yesterday's soap. It was wonderful, exhilarating, so complete in its delivery to one's sense's. It was unique to males and i doubted that females possessed such splendor upon awakening.

Literally, I could feel my pulse accelerate and my heart beat faster as I approached his bed. My God, he was so beautiful as seen from the short distance away. I wanted to be nearer and so there I was, gradually moving slowly toward his bed, careful not to disturb the bliss of his preawakening. He was too beautiful for that, too male, too primal as he lay there, legs spread, spirals of deeply wooven tufts curling beneath his thighs.

I approached hesitantly. naturally, I could have called out to him from the entrance to the room. if he awakened suddenly, questioning my proximity, I could always say that I had tried to call out to him, but he had been unresponsive. That would be believeable. No one really knows how deep their sleep is, unless they're truly almost awake or in a hald-dream state, which might be the case.

I didn't care at that moment. I was full in my lust, which I recognized as a prolonged problem in the early stages of development. My actions were those of a lecher and not a suitably fashioned and physically attractive male, in my own right. I didn't care. I wanted a closer look.

Caution to the wind, I made my way to his bedside, stopping a few steps short of the bed. He lay there, seemingly unaware of my presence, emitting the soft groans of slumber. Then it occurred to me, "What next"? I didn't know what to do.

I decided to linger there for just a bit to feast my eyes on the statehood of his engorged cock. When he awakened, there was gonna' be a strong and healthy piss from his meat. I stared at it, interrupting my diligence with fantasy. I was totally capable of creating an entire picture in my mind of a suitable scenario. Any such manifestation, would involve being taken by this stud and all the extrasensory garbage that fosters an overdeveloped libido.

I wanted to reach out and touch Cally's cock. It was so beautiful, engorged with blood, his juices wallowing in those thick veiny sacs which hung between his muscular thighs. I looked closer at the veins in his dick. They were deep red, running along the prodigious shaft which was cut with a thick bulbous head, itself sporting tiny channels of capillaries that spread across the entire surface of his dick head.

The tip of the head was almost purple, fanning out in a tight skin that seemed as if it could break away from the mere substance beneath. The ridge of his cock head was taut and shiny. A natural glean highlighted the mushroom artistry of a finely sculpted cock, thick, heavy with hardened veins that lay exposed at the surface of his substantial piece and which gradually wound to the tip of his bone, disappearing into the symmetry of a splendid cap where his piss slit cut into the mystery of a finely chiseled head, cloaked in the tautness of his rock hard erection.

Surrounding all this maleness was a forest of lush fur, male bush that had been allowed to remain in its natural state and which now gave notice to a dense dark mane of pubes, interspersed with curls and lavish to a degree. I could feel my fingers intertwine the dark lengths of his pubes, rolling the splendid hairs, feel the silky mesh of curls surround my fingers. I could taste their surface as my teeth gingerly pulled at their length, resplendent, nestled their as primal growth: a rich, dense mess of pubes that bore a beauty on their own. They were simply magnificent to look at. such majesty in his groin, so virgin in its natural plushness, complimenting his substantial rise and the bone which lay near his belly, distended, gently bobbing with a mind of its own.

He would soon wake. I could tell by the gentle lunges of his cock, the abrupt spasms that indicated the need to piss. The natural state of things would awaken him to this need, as was the deal for every male. With my mind so completely fueled with lust, I made the better decision to back off. I was about to turn away and move back to the door, when the soft sounds of awakening broke through the silence of that moment. Before I could make my way fully back to the door, I was stopped in mid stride by the gentle sounds of Cally's greeting.

"Good morning." he said.

I certainly didn't know how to respond to that considering I was in the middle of the room, my back to him, but heading toward the exit. A sensible response would require me to turn back to him, which is what I did. Doing so, I was quite surprised that Cally had made no attempts to cover his nakedness or for that matter, his glorious cock. It lay there now, slightly bent, still insisting on righting itself as Cally turned to rise from the bed.

He had to have known that I had seen all that splendid manmeat in its full glory and yet his reaction was surprisingly docile, submissive, as though my presence was just a natural course of events. This was strange to me, strange indeed.

"Breakfast is waiting." I said it with all the composure I could wrestle. I could sense beneath my wrap that my dick was still hard. In a way, I wanted Cally to notice, to realize how he had moved me to such a state; however, I felt risk in that equation and left the course of my erection to its own accord. If he was looking, he could probably tell what that bulge was about.

"Morning Wood." Cally was turning the corner into the bath as he spoke back at me. Jesus, I couldn't believe the casualness of his demeanor. The fact that I had seen him naked, with a roaring hard on didn't seem to bother him in the least. I stood there for a moment. Listening to the steady stream of his piss as it hit the toilet water was mesmerizing. Without realizing my predicament and my cock rapidly rising to its former state, I was too late to preclude his view of my bulge as he exited the bathroom. I stood there like a choir boy.
"Looks like I'm not the only one." He said.
"Huh." damn, I felt stupid, like a kid.
He pointed to my wrap. I looked down. The head of my dick was just poking from beneath the fold of the terry cloth wrap which I had rushed to throw around me before entering the room. Even with briefs on, it was apparent. I looked down quickly.
"Sorry." I tried to make the best of the embarrassment. I really did and at the same time, did not, want him to know how much he stirred me.
"How long did I sleep?" By this time Cally had tied a towel around his waist, making for a sexy contrast: the dark hair which crept from the top of his pecs through the center of his belly, flowing in luscious waves to his navel, further down to his chiseled abdomen where it was stopped by the towel. Wow!
"Roughly eleven hours?" I said.
"No?" Cally fumbled for his cell in disbelief, "that long?"
"It's noon. Late breakfast in the oven." I said, "now, how 'bout I hit the showers. I feel a little...yuk.."
Cally smiled. I wasn't sure what that meant, but I wasn't about to read more into it. He walked over to me, his dick subsided now, the load of piss released. I could still see the beautiful form of his prominent member beneath the briefs. He stopped just in front of me.I got that feeling that he definitely wanted to say something, but he just stood there for a moment, smiled and then turned back to the bath.
"I need to clean up." Those were his last words as the first blast of hot water hit the shower floor.
"Get in here!" I heard him call out.
Was I imagining things now?
I cautiously walked over to the bath, looked in to find him casually stepping into the large walk in shower with three double shower heads.
"This thing is huge" Cally called out, the heavy stream of water cascading against the glass, "Come on in." he indicated, "This is the biggest shower in a house I've ever s seen."
"You like it." I had walked up and was standing by the door as he entered.
"Fucking..eh. It's awesome," he said, "Come on. get in." He again indicated.
Well, I guess I just have to tell you that my dick was still hard and I knew that soon as i dropped my wrap and slipped out of my briefs that it would all be evident.
"Don't piss in the shower." Cally joked, pointing down to the obvious, "lotta backup there."
I simply couldn't believe my ears. This dude was inviting me to shower with him and I was standing before him with my dick about to explode and he comes at me with this casualness that offset all of my previous notions about supposedly straight males. Just maybe, Cally wasn't as straight as I had assumed. Before I could even throw that idea around in my mind any longer, he answered my question.
"This is my first." he said.
"First what?" I feigned ignorance and in reality I really didn't know what he was talkng about and so for the most part, it was truth.
"On the DL" He followed.
"The DL?" I asked. Now you've got to understand, coming from my background and even as well read as I am, I had no idea what he meant. My ignorance was true. He looked at me, examining, and then realizing that I was on the up, made an effort to explain.
"The Down Low," he said. "You know...DL?" He looked at me, somewhat puzzled.
“Never heard of it.” I said.
“You’re shittin''’ me?” Cally questioned. “You really never heard of that term?”
“Never.” I replied. I felt a bit behind the times, but my readings hadn’t fallen on that phrase and I seriously couldn’t pretend because I had this feeling that he’d use it again and then I be in the same predicament of ignorance. Since we were both standing there, him butt naked and me, well I guess, me-about to join him and see where this would lead, it would be best to deal with this minor oversight in our communication.
“Guys, specifically black guys that hook up with other guys.” Cally moved away from the shower head, closer to me. It really was a big shower. I’d say at least six people could fit in there, each with their own space.

Cally’s cock hung magnificently. I’d rather talk about this than the “DL” as he called it, but I’ll get back to that. I can’t get the thoughts of his splendid piece hanging there between those beautiful thighs, casual with me as though I was an old friend. Male to male, no hang-ups about his nakedness, no shyness about his willingness to share his space with me. After all there were three showers in the house. I’m sure he could surmise that after seeing the interior. It was obvious, he wanted me there with him and i definitely wanted to see where this innocent experience would lead.

It didn’t take long. I dropped my wrap and walked into the oversized shower. I have to say, i was bit nervous and yes, even a bit intimidated by this stud. I couldn’t recall when any dude had been so forthcoming about himself, so willing to let himself be exposed. Not that it was bad. You know what I mean, just the mere act of letting another guy this close to you in a private setting, minus the hangups or social taboos?

As much as I wanted to get on with what ever would go down in this secluded section of our private world, my mind keep drifting or just maybe I was intentionally forecasting. The drive to control my dick and my mind weren't completely in sync. I did start thinking about the fact that guys always shower together in locker rooms. Would they be so free if the space and opportunity presented itself, in a private setting, like our situation. Would they be as willing? Anyway...

Cally turned his shower head back to him. The stream began its downpour onto his back. Initially, as I stepped in, the steam was already rising and fogging against the glass. The water was definitely hot in this particular shower and he backed away for a second to adjust it, before leisurely letting it pour down over his face.

For a moment, he said nothing. Trying not to appear obvious, I likewise began the indulgent ritual of adjusting the jets on my shower head, after which I moved into the he same routine and let the water flow in deep cascading torrents down onto my face and chest initially. Even though it was apparent that this could turn into something more, I wasn’t certain that this was the moment exactly. In the short time I’d come to access Cally, his moves weren’t those of the normal male and so I needed to proceed cautiously.

Maybe he was just comfortable with other guys and nothing more than that. I didn’t want to read into it more than a surface value, and yet my loins deeply longed for his touch as did other parts. He was so damn good looking, so finely presented as he stood there in his nakedness, water cascading over his tanned body.

For the longest moment, we just stood there, enjoying the luxury of the hot stream as it soon fogged most of the interior glass in the shower, misting over the shower itself, gradually settling on the exterior mirrors. As I thought on this, I looked over to see the water steadily falling from the tip of Cally’s dick; a steady direct stream that spilled onto the floor with the force of a hard piss.

Now here's’ another area that I was comfortable with and I knew that it turned a lot of straight guys on. I have my particular fetish with watersports . Let’s just come out and say it-I like the drink. You know what I mean. I’m limited to that, but I must say that on occasion, after watching some porn that I’ve been tempted to try the further extension of water sports-that being, letting a guy piss on me. That’s a whole other topic and I’m gonna deal with that one a lot, so let me finish.

Cally never saw me looking over at him. His face was directed upward as the hot stream flowed over his face. This was the usual first move in showering, getting used to the enjoyable sensation of the flow over your face and then body. Watching that forced stream as it left the tip of his dick and pounded down onto the shower floor really turned me on. It took all my control to turn away as my dick was slowly on the rise again. I quickly let my mind drift, just a moment, because I wouldn’t be denied the pleasure of witnessing such a fine male in his early ritual.

About this time, Cally turned sideways, leaving me to my own imagination. The spill of the water now ran down, over and across his body in its normal trajectory. He seemed oblivious, like most of us, to any action around him. The shower was his time, but I couldn’t help but feel that his invite had been a signal that he was willing to share that time.

Cally began to soap his cock. Once again, trying not to be obvious, I caught him slowly prolonging the act as he gingerly let the soap coat his now distended member, which was slowly rising but not to an unusual degree. Cally lingered there for a moment, after which he looked over at me and smiled. It was a beautiful site: the water streaming down his face, his beautiful scruff, a second day’s, growth which he had neglected; his maleness, gleaming under the casual drift of spray as it misted against his face.

I took to my own cock around then. As if beckoning me, he directed his eyes squarely at my dick, not making any effort to disguise his admiration. At least I think that’s what it was; however, the act of a guy soaping his cock in the shower is so natural that he could have just been signaling his implicit approve;. To my credit, my endowment was there and without getting into specifics about length and girth at this point, after all this narrative is about him, I have always been comfortable naked in the presence of other males. Certainly Cally’s nod was an approval.

It was possibly a male moment and nothing more; one of those more subtle ways that guys bond, without the deeper feelings of conflict that emerge, given an outright expression of approval. The look was a type of closeted approval of my dick, or whatever that means. You get where I’m coming from.

He kept on soaping, yes, to the point that I could tell that he was doing so with the intent to get a rise from his member and the better for it was that he didn’t seemed to lack any conviction in his effort to arouse himself. While he soaped his dick, he watche

It was too obvious in the changes of my anatomy. His show had definitely put my emotions in play. I was getting’ real horny. keeping my cock at bay was soon becoming futile. I acquiesced on the attempt to control my rising member and let it gradually creep upward, the head slowly emerging from the sheath which covered it.

I took my tent between two fingers and began to massage it, deliberately pulling it beyond its natural extension. For the longest, even being uncircumcised, I had always been attracted to uncircumcised guys, but age and fascination had driven me to deeper eroticism. Now, there was nothing more enjoyable than toying with the beautiful sheath of an uncut guy.

This fascination had been gradual. Although I had never been embarrassed or felt less a dude because I was uncut, it hadn’t been ny natural preference. The majority of guys that I had messed around with had also been uncut. I now see that more as a sign of inculturation than preference. The moment I let myself go to the eroticism that lay deep within, that moment freed me from the constraints of sexual norms. I was then able to accept the beauty of a man’s cock without bounds.

Cally watched me as he continued to soap. I could see his cock gradually coming to full splendor as he kneaded the edge of his mushroom head with one finger, gripping the base with his palm. Unbelievably, we had moved to this state so quickly, without justification, just pure raw need. The morning is always a challenging time for guys.

The horniness of males seems tantamount in the early hours, at least from discussions and what I’ve seen during my years. It’s the same with me. My cock was now rising at a much faster rate and the head had creeped from beneath its shield, completely exposed, and bearing the purple symmetry of capillaries that ran along its length and highlighted the deep purple that follows a really hard dick.

Cally’s skin was taut, his head gloriously exposed as the stream continued from the head of his dick to the floor. For a brief moment which I tried to hold on to, I longed to have my mouth beneath his dick, a full stream of male piss for the drink. This little fetish had developed in the last few years and was a vital stimulus in my mental wanderings and sexual urges; however, I controlled it.

Yet, I’d never had a guy refuse to do it. The thought of subservience, the domination factor was so strong in males that they relished giving you the drink with full stream. They would look down on you as you kneeled before them, gulping their fluids as it ran down your throat. I had perfected the flow of the “drink” so readily, that I cold take in great quantities and the thought of a guy’s piss after three or four beers could arouse me immediately.

Once again, I’ve regressed, but it all comes together for the benefit. I guess so, at least it seems to flow with my mindset. Watching him do the prewank and the stream from his dickhead was bound to get me going.

Cally’s dick was complete. Christ, I looked at him and he looked back at me, and somehow I knew. He moved a little closer, away from the direct stream of the water. It was clear to both of us what he intended. Before I could react to the suddenness of the moment, I was there with him, hard, standing out, bold, ready to let go, but I didn’t want the moment to pass to quickly.

Without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and grabbed my dick. His hand felt so good wrapped around my meat as he simultaneously started the rub up and down his shaft. The eyes said it all. He was into this and it so much benefited my libido that he released this part of himself, this secret place apart from that which the world had access. This was indeed the little boy reaching out, who had never lost his youth. It was there with me in that moment and I was grateful. I could have teared up over such simplicity and its accompanying joy. It was real, set free from the constraints of growing up male in America.

This part was probably in the play book of more guys than would care to admit. Knowing so little about him, I just found his ease amazing as I closed my eyes momentarily while he worked my cock with his hand. It felt great, so normal, yet so unexpected. I could feel myself struggle for breath as I reached for his organ, palmed it and felt the girth enfold beneath my fingers.

It took a moment to register that I actually had this stud’s dick in my hand. Cally had taken to the deep rub on my cock and I could tell that he was impressed by its proportions. All the better for his meat, he certainly had nothing to be envious of and he moved his hand up and down my meat with the skill of a seasoned wanker. An inbred skill in guys, nonetheless, his innate application of pressure on my sensitive head was automatic, indicating that he also was sensitive there.

It felt so fucking good, but just as I was about to take over on my own, preferring not to get off so quickly, he went back to his meat, putting the rub on strong and skillfully working his shaft from top to bottom, back, thumb to the head, pressure, twisting the head, back and forth, pressure, then down the shaft It was beautiful just to watch him. I was actually trying to keep up with him.

The funny thing is that we said nothing. It was so tangible, the act, the mutual sharing of our maleness and no words would have done it justice. We preferred to let it pass with as little conversation as possible. I could see that Cally’s need had carried over from last night. He’d probably fallen asleep while in the process of choking his dick. That wold explain the covers asunder and his nakedness. The fatigue had probably overcome him before his release. I found myself grateful for the course of events and then I went on with my jack which was accelerated by my deliberate observation of his skill manipulating his beautiful cock.

Something crazy and yet wonderful was happening here. In truth, I felt like a kid again, the circle jerk, the attempts to outdo the other boys. Who could shoot the furthest. This man fare was nothing but latent need, regressed feelings that had carried into adulthood. It was evident that I certainly wasn’t his first male on male experience, not the way he’d grabbed my dick without hesitation. This was almost too real to be true, but it was happening in real time.

He watched me, whispered some soft, sensual sounds as he pumped the juice up from his balls. I wanted to explode with him, get it in sync so that we could be full in our admiration for the other’s load. More than that, I wanted to taste the flow of his spunk as he jettisoned it from his engorged cockhead.

We were both at that point where it became impossible to stand up straight. The application of brute force to our cocks made us bend somewhat. I’ve never seen a guy yet, stand perfectly straight when he’s about to blow. You bend one way or the other, but standing tall isn’t something you can maintain when the juice is rising and you’re about to throw off that pearly ooze.

We were both close, enraptured with the wank and it had settled on us completely .We worked with the agility of early school boys in the clubhouse or somewhere down along the tracks. This was our pure circle jerk in all its intent and we were going'’ for it.

My balls were about to explode. The nut was on the rise and I was getting hold of some powerful anticipation as I worked my hand to its deadliest pace. Cally was closer to me now, just inches away, stroking his thick schlong with a rapid up and down reserved for the heaviest loads. Maybe, he knew something that I didn’t or just maybe he was pumping his juice up through through his balls and out that wide slit on his head. Yes, Cally had the widest slit on his dick that I had ever seen on a guy.

When I was stroking his cock for that second, don’t think i didn’t let my thumb separate that beautiful center, put a little pressure right down there in that slit. The membrane right below a guy’s slit is extremely sensitive but it has to be handled with care. I usually like to take my tongue and tease the slit, gently forcing the tip of it to the center. It can drive’em crazy; however, seeing as I wasn’t sucking Cally’s cock at this point and we were both engaged in mutual masturbation, I’d save that for later.

I know I’m assuming a lot, but after this, I certainly could count on Cally letting me go down on his member. He seemed to have no reluctance about our coupling at this level and I looked forward to the rest, but I could be satisfied with just this. Hell! who couldn’t?

I could tell he was ready. His knees were buckling as were mine. That release was churning its way up our balls. I had a second or two to grasp the full force of my release and then it came. Cally was right there with me.

My load shot out with such force that the first squirt hit him dead center in the chest. Then a second, which landed on his arm and it kept going in shorter bursts until my nuts were emptied.

Instead of projecting forward, Cally’s angle and the way in which he jacked his dick caused his load to fire back onto his abdomen. Several violent jerks emptied his ooze out in thick creamy pools which grouped at the midsection of his six pack.

It was so thick and rich that it remained there long enough for me to scoop down on it before it seeped down. With two fingers, I hungrily swopped up his cream, returning several times to clean his belly. Each time, I held it to my mouth, savoring the sweet load , and so he could see, I then let it flow down my throat like the creamy goodness it was.

Cally kept staring at my load. I had blasted him hard and now it had mixed with his. The entire product of our balls ran from his upper pecs down to his groin where it mixed with his thick mane. His shot had mixed with some of my jizz and so I took the time to savor some of my own cream.

We had done the deed and words had no expression for the extent of our release. Cally and I had mutually pleasured each other in the simplest of ways; timeless acts of friendship and affection between males. We had gone there and made it real in our lives and this was to be the first in a litany of adventures in our lives.

We finished showering. Without saying a word, we both knew the value of that moment and the conditions under which it could remain a secret between us. Little did I know, that more lay ahead.