Florida, USA
Part 7
Now why the fuck didn't I get off with Kevin when I had the chance? He was tall -- maybe six feet or a little more -- blonde, slim but well proportioned, and helluva good looking. And he thought I was hot. Dammit! But there was something about being in Joshua's house that made me feel kinda reserved. I wasn't as sure of myself as I was back home with the guys. Maybe I had to lighten up a little. Anyway, I left the bedroom door open just in case Kevin or Joshua wanted to blow me while I was asleep.
"Daniel. Yoo hoo! Time to rise and shine, buddy. Actually, part of you has already risen and shone. Hmmm. But we don't have time for that."
"Joshua?" I asked as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Jeez... what time is it?"
"Six thirty." Then he started singing, "Alarm goes off at seven, and you start uptown - you put in your eight hours for the powers that have always been. Hey, you wanna shower first?"
"You wanna shower together?"
"You'd better take a piss first."
"Can't," I explained as I rolled off the bed, and pointed to my skin-splitting seven inches, which was stabbing the air. "Got a piss-boner. Maybe you can blow me in the shower... then I can piss."
"Not on me, you won't."
"Why not?"
"'Cause I'm not Paul."
I followed Joshua to the bathroom and realized just how broad he was across the shoulders and back. And his legs could've easily supported a ton weight. Not the kinda guy you'd wanna argue with. "I know you're not Paul. But lots of guys think it's cool when I piss on them."
"I'm not one of them."
"But how can you know if...?"
"No piss! And that's final!"
"Where'd you learn to sing like that?"
Joshua entered the shower cubicle, turned on the taps, and beckoned me to follow. As soon as I'd stepped inside, he sat on his heels and wrapped his lips around my throbber. Ohhh, yes! What a totally cool way to start the day! Woohoo!
The warm water was cascading down my glistening, tanned chest, wetting Joshua's hair. And while holding his face to my blonde crotch, I watched my thick, hard shaft gliding back and forth between his lips. What an awesome sight! His hands were squeezing my firm buns, then his fingers found my ass crack, and eventually my rosebud.
It didn't take me long to jet a truckload of tasty boy juice down his throat, then it was my turn to blow him.
"Sorry to rush this, Daniel, but I've gotta get to work."
A few minutes after his monster had been pummeling the fuck outa my tonsils, I was forcing his thick, sticky load down my throat. Once I'd swallowed it all, and my cock had gone lazy, I needed to piss big time.
"Use the toilet."
"But Josh..."
"TOILET!"
Dripping wet, I made my way to the white porcelain bowl, then watched my yellow stream disturb the previously calm pool of water below. "What's wrong with my piss?"
"Nothing... provided it goes where it's supposed to go."
By the time I'd returned to the shower, Joshua was shaving his face. "You can use my razor if you like, Daniel."
"I don't shave... yet."
We quickly soaped each other, rinsed, towelled, and headed for the kitchen, where Joshua began preparing breakfast of cereal, toast, eggs, and fruit juice.
"Kevin's home. I spoke to him last night. Nice guy."
"Kevin's home? Oh, my God! Why didn't you tell me?"
"I just did."
"I'd better get dressed!"
"Why?"
"Because I don't normally... and you'd better get dressed too!"
"Why? We were both naked last night... chatting on the balcony. No sex, though."
"You saw Kevin naked?"
"Yeah... he's a major hottie. Woohoo! Anyway, don't worry about Kevin. If he wakes up, he might get naked too."
"You think so? Oh, my God. Two blonde gods in the one room! You're the other one, in case you were wondering. Are you sure he was cool about being naked?"
"Yep. I was gonna get dressed, but he got naked instead. Have you seen his schlong? Whoa! How come skinny guys have such big schlongs? You could tie a fucking knot in Kevin's. By the way, he saw all the hickeys you gave me... so he figured... well, he's not dumb, if you know what I mean."
"Damn! He probably thinks... what did you tell him?"
"Nothing. We mostly talked about other stuff... y'know... like the meaning of life and shit."
"And?"
"He's cool."
"About?"
"Everything."
"He's gay?"
"He didn't say. Maybe bi, though. You didn't know that?"
"We don't have those kinda convos. How do you do it, Daniel? How the hell do you manage to put people at ease so quickly?"
"Dunno," I shrugged.
Over breakfast, Joshua asked me what I was gonna wear to Gay Day at Disney.
"I've been thinking... y'know... maybe I should lighten up about this whole Gay Day thing. Maybe I should wear something outrageous, just for the fucking hell of it. You got something crazy I can wear?"
"Like what?"
"I dunno... maybe something kinda gay. Maybe a pair of overalls without a shirt or something. Did you read the story about Kyle when he went to his first gay nightclub?"
"Yep... but I don't have any overalls."
"I do."
We both turned toward the sound of the voice, which was Kevin's. He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the doorframe, and wearing a pair of boxer shorts. His blonde hair was dishevelled, and he looked as though he'd only just woken up.
"You wanna show Joshua your schlong? I've been telling him about it."
And with that, Kevin's boxers hit the deck, revealing a semi that arced away from his balls, and practically reached all the way to his knees. "So, is there enough breakfast for me?"
"Breakfast?" Joshua asked without taking his eyes off Kevin's huge hunk of dangling teen meat. "Oh! Breakfast! Sure! Help yourself. Overalls?"
"Yeah," the tall, slim blonde said as he heaped some cereal into a bowl, then added milk. "They're old, though. Had 'em for years. Used 'em to work on an old jalopy my dad bought me when I was fifteen. They're kinda dirty with grease and oil stains."
"Cool! Hey, I can look gay and macho at the same time! Will they fit me?"
"Yep... I was about your height then, Daniel," he said before turning his attention to Josh. "How long are you gonna hold the spoon to your mouth without eating?"
"Huh? Oh!... sorry, Kevin. It's just that... well... you've never... I mean..."
"Hey, relax... it's just a schlong, man. No biggie."
"Are you kidding?" I cracked. "How big is it? I mean, when it's hard?"
"Big enough. You wanna measure it?"
"Daniel," Joshua interrupted. "Eat your breakfast. Disney's an hour's drive away, and I don't wanna be late."
The next time I saw Joshua, I was dressed in Kevin's blue overalls, my own sneakers, and socks. I thought I looked pretty damn cool. And Joshua? I couldn't believe it. Blue shorts, kinda like jean shorts, a two-tone green striped shirt with four squares on the front and back, featuring the faces of Mickey, Donald, Pluto, and Goofy. And on his feet was a pair of brown hiking boots.
"You gonna go like that?"
"It's my costume. Hey, I'm not sure you should go like that... your nipples are showing."
"What's wrong with nipples?"
"It's Gay Day!"
"So?"
"They'll gawk!"
"So, let 'em gawk. Cool with me. You like my nipples?"
"That's the problem, Daniel. They're edible. I really think you should wear a shirt."
"Shirt schmirt. I'm going like this. And I'm not wearing any underwear. If I get a boner, which I probably will, they'll be able to see the tent in my overalls. Cool, huh? Or maybe I can unbutton the fly and..."
"Why are you doing this?"
"'Cause I wanna have fun. I was kinda freaking about Gay Day at first... but now I'm not. It's gonna be cool."
"You mean hot. Anyway, we'd better jet. Don't wanna be late."
"Hey, Daniel," Kevin yelled from the rear of the hall as we were about to close the front door. "You wanna measure it later?"
"Sure," I smiled. "See ya!"
"You're unbelievable," Josh scolded while buckling his seat belt. Then he turned the key in the ignition, causing the old Buick's donk to purr into life.
"Why? What'd I do?"
"You've been here for less than a day, and already you're turning Kevin into a... whatever. He's never been like that before."
"Maybe you just didn't notice. Do you think he likes me?"
"Shuddup, Daniel."
"Are you jealous?"
"Don't ask." Then he added, "OK. I'm jealous. I can't help it. I'm the jealous type."
From Joshua's house, we took a toll road for about forty miles, which led to the forty seven square miles of property that made up the whole of Disney World. Joshua was a camp counselor at camp Minnie-Mickey, where he had special parking privileges. And along the way, he would occasionally burst into song. Actually, he had a pretty awesome voice.
"My managers at work asked me to record the answering machine message 'cause I've got the "Disney" voice... smooth and clear... kinda like the Orson Wells of public announcements."
"I wish you wouldn't do that."
"What?"
"You scare me."
"Scare you? What are you talking about?"
"All that fucking talent. It's spooky. I don't know anyone like you."
"One time, we had at least one thousands boys at this special event after hours -- the youth soccer championships -- I was wearing my Animal Kingdom Guest Relations uniform -- a blue shirt with Disney logos, fuscia shorts with knee-high socks, and black penny loafers."
"Jeez."
"Blonde boys, all in good shape, and all very cute. And about forty of them asked to have their picture taken with me."
"Stop poking your fucking tongue out."
"So I had about forty of these cute guys with their arms around me, having their pics taken."
"Shuddup."
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