The Team 3

Stripped For Florida: The Team 3

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THE TEAM

by Willie B. Florida, all rights reserved
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DAY THREE

Mark woke up first. It was early morning with soft light filtering through the tree branches and into the room. There were no other sounds and Mark was sure no one had arrived yet for work. Evan lay in deep sleep, his face beautiful. Mark caressed him with his eyes, not daring to move lest he wake him. After a while Mark softly outlined the curve of Evan's lips with the tip of his finger. Evan's eyes flickered open and the lips moved into a smile. Faces only a foot apart, the two boys lay there silently. Finally Evan stirred.

"Sorry, Mark, I gotta pee bad." Evan walked into the glass-enclosed area and stood in front of the toilet and peed a long hard jet of urine. Mark waited and then took his own turn before returning to the bed. "If you're not too sore, I could fuck you one more time," suggested Evan.

Mark nodded and rolled onto his belly. Evan entered him and began slowly fucking. Mark was sore, but he wanted it too badly to refuse. Evan was more gentle and the lovemaking was not as desperate as the night before. Afterwards they showered and joked that there didn't seem to be much point in getting dressed and walked to the cafe. Sean was sitting at one of the tables drinking coffee.

"You're up early," he remarked.

Mark looked puzzled.

"It's only 7 in the morning," said Sean. "No one else has even shown up for work yet."

"What about you?" asked Evan.

"Oh, I live here -- or at least whenever we have clients staying overnight."

"Oh, right," replied Evan, "I think you mentioned that before. Where's your room?"

"Right next to yours."

The implications of that sank in. "I hope we weren't . . . didn't disturb you last night," said Mark.

"Not at all, it's not like I can hear everything, you know. But I did want to say, this is all very new and sex can be such an overwhelming physical and emotional experience. Just remember that you're fucking another person."

Evan blushed and Mark lowered his head.

"There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about," insisted Sean. "It is wonderful to be friends and lovers. I'm just reminding you that this," he reached out and tweaked the end of Evan's penis, "is attached to this," he patted Evan's heart, "and this," he added touching Evan's bald head. "And, this beautiful place," he said slowly stroking Mark's anus with the tip of his finger, "is also part of this, and this," he said, patting Mark's heart and head. "As long as you remember that with anyone that you are close with, you will not go wrong. I'm not promising you that everything will be smooth sailing. Emotions are hard things; people feel desperate for love and affection and sex; friendships get tested; loyalties are tried. There is no way to be alive and not feel things both wonderful and agonizingly painful. But, always remember that the body you're fucking is a living, feeling human being!"

Sean drew both boys in for a big hug and then stood up and gave them each a gentle swat on the rear. "Enough of my fuddy duddy lecturing. Let's find you two some breakfast."

Again they ran the track, did the exercise stations, and swam in the pond. Afterwards Sean and Marco and the boys walked leisurely the full length of the row of trees planted at the edge of the property. They could see the cars speeding down the interstate highway to their left. Mark realized he was no longer worried about the possibility that the drivers of those cars could see his naked body. The breeze on his skin felt fantastic. His pores were open wide, clean and receptive to all the sensations of temperature, sunlight, breeze and humidity. The body is like one big sensory organ, he realized, but it is usually so swathed in fabric that we miss out on the sensations. It would be like eating at a gourmet restaurant with a sock over your tongue! He laughed out loud.

"Share the joke," prodded Marco, and Mark explained his thoughts. Everyone laughed. "But you're right," insisted Marco, "absolutely right."

Before lunch Marco and Sean gave each of the boys a full body massage topped off with 20 minutes of work focused solely on the boys' erections. As with the day before, they stopped short of allowing the boys to come, leading two hard penises into the cafe for lunch. Natasha laughed and said, "I can see what you've been doing all day!"

"Not all day," protested Evan, but Natasha just laughed some more.

After lunch they all played another game of cards and then Marco announced that they would be getting a second enema. After being fucked so many times, Mark was a little worried that it would hurt, but it actually felt good inside. Evan was wondering what was coming next and his guess proved right. This time he was placed on the table while Mark and Sean oiled him up. Mark was handed the dildo and began the process of working it up into Evan's anus. In spite of the fact that he had thoroughly enjoyed Mark's ass the night before and this morning, Evan was apprehensive. Mark had obviously enjoyed being fucked, but, maybe it was because he was gay?

"You will need to relax," said Sean, "or this is going to hurt. We let you penetrate Mark yesterday, thinking perhaps he would set a good example. Let me assure you, every single boy on the planet has the capacity to enjoy the sensations. Everyone's anatomy is similar. Every boy has nerve endings inside here, the prostate gland, the inner musculature of the penis goes right alongside the opening here. It's like giving you a penis massage from the inside. Did you know that the length of the penis that is inside your body is longer than what shows on the outside? That's why arguing over penis length is so stupid -- it's just that we can't see a lot of it. But if you let someone love you right you can sure enjoy the feelings."

After some more warm oil, massaging, and cajoling Evan relaxed enough to allow the dildo inside. Not expecting anything, he was absolutely amazed at the sensations. Mark had been right. This did feel good! Mark worked the dildo in and out expertly, but at the last minute Sean pulled it out, leaving Evan raggedly on the edge of cumming and very, very frustrated. He reached for his dick, but Sean stopped him. "Save it," he said gently. "Believe me, it's worth it."

The boys were hosed down and then given another round of spa treatments: full facials with mudpack, foot massages, minute attention to every toenail and fingernail and cuticle, and then an all over rub down with hot, smooth river stones.

Melissa ran her hand over Evan's scalp. "Your hair's coming in!" she pronounced.

"That tickles," exclaimed Evan.

"Well, we'll let that go -- after all we intended for your hair to grow back on your head, but we can't have the rest of you getting that way."

The time before dinner was spent shaving each boy again, everywhere except the top of the head. Face, body, genitals, legs and arms were all baby smooth again by the time the boys went in for supper.

That night the boys were ready for sex again, but this time there was a nervous tension between them. It was quite clear that they were intentionally being aroused all day by the spa staff. If Evan had taken the initiative like he did the night before Mark was quite willing to make himself available. But Evan was pacing back and forth in the small room. He used the toilet, took a shower, and peed again. Mark went and looked out the window and wondered what was going on. Did Evan not like him as much as it seemed? Was fucking him not that enjoyable? After all, Evan was straight. Girls were probably more to his taste than some boy's ass.

"Mark."

Evan's voice came from right behind him. Mark reached a hand back and felt Evan's thigh just a few inches away.

"Yeah . . . "

"Would you mind if . . . well, I mean you don't have to -- of course you don't ever HAVE to do anything."

"What?"

"Last night I fucked you. Was it good?"

"Shit yes! Are you kidding? It was the best thing in my entire life." Mark turned around and was face to face with Evan, just inches away. He put his arms on Evan's shoulders. "I loved it!"

"Well, I sort of want to feel how awesome," Evan managed to say in a very small voice.

"You want me to fuck you?" asked Mark in a slightly louder whisper, his voice full of incredulity.

"Only if you want to."

"Of course I want to. I'd love to. You'd be my first . . . well you were my first . . . "

"It's fine. It isn't just the fuck. I want you. I mean, I want to feel close to you -- what Sean was saying, the person, I want Mark the person, not just Mark's dick." He laughed.

Mark laughed too. "Okay, I just meant I don't have all the experience you have. I was never fucked before and I've . . . I've never fucked anyone. Maybe I don't even know how?"

"You know how! I assure you. Just fuck me, will you?"

"Your wish is my command."

Nerves fought to keep Mark's erection down; the sight of Evan's sexy body and his obvious longing to have Mark fuck him right this moment kept Mark's erection up. Remembering his own experience he reached down and dipped his hands in the bowl of oil next to the bed. It wasn't very warm and the oil felt sort of gooey, so he rubbed his hands together, trying to warm it up. He reached down and slicked the oil over his own penis, relishing the feel of his dick. He then smoothed the oil over the crease between Evan's well-shaped buttocks and began working the oil into the tight anal opening. Evan moaned and writhed his hips. Placing his oiled erection at Evan's opening Mark started to push in. Frankly, it seemed impossible that anything would fit. Evan's rosebud seemed closed up tight. But with some persistence and some help from Evan, Mark felt just a bit of his dick start to get past the tight ring of muscle.

"Push in, it's okay -- I don't care if it hurts -- just do it."

Mark gave a huge push, holding his dick in his hand to keep it lined up. At last an inch of penis disappeared inside Evan's body. Mark kept working at it, feeling slightly foolish that he couldn't be more studly.

"I'm sorry Mark, it's just taking a bit of effort here."

"It's okay. It's going to feel fantastic. I just know it."

Suddenly Mark felt his penis move through the constricted muscle and glide up into Evan. Instinctively he pulled back and plunged his dick as far up as it would go. Again he pulled back and this time he was able to penetrate all the way to the base of his erection. Mark moaned with pleasure.

"Oh God, I guess I'm a goddamn fag now -- this is heavenly. I can see why girls want to get fucked so bad. Come on, fuck me Mark, please."

Mark went at it with gusto, pleased that he'd made it all the way in, that Evan was happy, and increasingly feeling the pleasure of it in his own body. He probed deep into Evan, using the end of his dick to feel around, responding to Evan's groans, and slowly advancing toward his own orgasm. On impulse he reached his hand down and gave Evan a hard smack on the right buttock. The sound rang through the small room, followed by another as Mark got into it and smacked Evan two more times. Evan's response was immediate, a sharp contraction of muscle that felt great on Mark's cock, and a wave of arousal passing through Evan's entire body. Shifting his weight onto his right hand Mark continued to fuck while reaching his left hand under Evan's body to grab the boy's erection. Evan let out a ragged yell and shot a hot jet of sperm, his insides convulsing. Evan arched his back upwards tilted his head back as far as it would go, opened his mouth in a silent scream and went into the peak of his orgasm, shooting sperm out in great gobs. He remained quivering like that, his upper body completely in the air while Mark continued to plunge into his ass with his long, throbbing erection. Just as Evan began to slowly lower his body back onto the bed Mark reached his own climax, filling Evan with loads of warm sperm.

The bed was a total mess of wetness and the boys debated what to do. There was no way to remove the sheet. There were no extra sheets or any towels at all in the room. Not really having a solution they stood and went to the window, looking out at the moonlit landscape. Evan stood behind Mark, holding him tight with his arms around his chest and his penis nestled into his backside.

"Let's do something crazy," suggested Mark.

"More crazy than fucking each other in the ass?"

"Yeah, let's run across the field in the moonlight!"

"Okay, let's see if we can get out of here."

Evan tried the door to the room. Once again it opened easily enough. He couldn't really say why, but he had the impression that the door was locked from the outside, but whenever he actually decided to leave the room it was always unlocked. Shrugging, he held the door open for Mark. They walked down the dimly lit corridor and found the door to the field in back. Evan was worried the door would lock automatically behind them, so he found a stick to keep it propped slightly open. The boys stood outside for a moment relishing the night air, the moonlight, their freshly orgasmed naked bodies. Then Mark let out a whoop and the two of them took off running across the grass. Mark did a cartwheel and Evan went into a handstand and just stood there upside down looking at the magical world.

"Race you to the pond," yelled Evan, coming down off his hands. Mark started running instantly, getting a head start. Evan came up behind him and grabbed him by the waist, the two of them falling on the ground in a rough tumble.

"That's cheating," cried Mark.

"I'll show you what's cheating," responded Evan, pinning Mark to the ground on his back and smothering him with kisses.

The two ended up lying on their backs looking up at the thin clouds running across the moon.

"This is so wonderful," said Mark wistfully. "I wish I never had to go back to school ever again."

"I'd miss sports, though," said Evan.

"That's because you have friends and you're popular and on the football team and all that. I just get teased every day, guys threaten to beat me up, and girls gossip about me behind my back."

"I'm sorry. I really am. I should have been standing up for you all this time."

"You hardly knew me."

"I knew what the right thing to do was!" Evan said vehemently.

"Well, I don't blame you. Anyway, now you're my friend!" Mark said brightly. "So, I guess school is already way better than it ever was before. Still, I wish I could just live here with you and not have to deal with all those pricks."

End Day Four

(The End)