Blake Hart
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Exploration Date – Part 3
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The bus ride back to my place felt like a tiny miracle—no accidental misfires, no rogue boners, just me and Kai, buzzed and cackling like idiots in the back seat. November 1st night had that crisp slap after October’s sticky mess, the city lights blurring past the windows as we leaned into each other, shoulders bumping with every turn. Kai’s head flopped onto my arm, his breath a weird cocktail of vodka punch and Doritos, and I shoved him off, laughing when he nearly slid onto the grimy bus floor.
“Stay vertical, drunkass,” I slurred, my head spinning like a Tilt-A-Whirl. “No dry-humping my leg this time.”
“Fuck you, Lo,” Kai said, grinning, his green-painted face smudged to hell, sweat plastering his dark hair to his forehead like he’d been dunked in a pool. “I’m a model citizen now.”
We stumbled off the bus and down my street, the cool air nipping at our flushed skin, our sneakers scuffing the pavement. My house loomed ahead, dark except for a glow from Liv’s window, and as we fumbled with the front door, a loud thump echoed from upstairs, followed by a moan that could’ve shattered glass. Kai froze, eyes wide, and I groaned, already clocking the culprits.
“Jesus, Liv and Phoenix are banging like it’s the apocalypse,” I said, kicking off my shoes in the foyer. The living room was a war zone—pizza boxes, a stray sock, and the faint smell of perfume. Another moan ripped through the house, paired with a bedframe creak that screamed we’re fucking and we don’t give a shit.
Kai snorted, tossing his backpack onto the couch. “Your sister’s got no shame, dude. Sounds like a porno set up there.”
I grimaced, the buzz making it both hilarious and disgusting. “I need a shower to scrub off your bus funk and this whole night. You in?”
Kai nodded, already tugging at his shirt. “Yeah, I’m gross. You can go first, Lo.”
We trudged upstairs, the sex noises cranking up—grunts, gasps, and a “fuck, yeah” that was pure Phoenix. Kai went to my bedroom as I pushed open the bathroom door, the air heavy with steam, towels scattered like a frat house crime scene. 3 condom wrappers glinted in the trash, and I kicked it under a towel, gagging.
I went to my room, “bro, Liv and Phoenix just showered,” I said, turning to Kai, who was peeling off his socks, balancing like a drunk flamingo. “They take forever, so if you want hot water, we gotta share. No biggie, right?”
Kai grinned, tossing his socks into the corner. “Sure, bro, I’ll be right there.” We’d shared showers tons of times—gym, sleepovers, that muddy lake disaster—so it was whatever.
We stood in the cramped bathroom, the harsh light buzzing like a dying bug. I yanked off my damp T-shirt, the fabric sticking to my skin, revealing a lean frame, all wiry muscle and faint tan lines from summer. My shorts came next, the ones Kai had defiled, still clammy despite our cleanup at the party. I shucked my boxers, letting them hit the floor with a wet slap, my dick swinging free, soft of course. Kai followed, peeling off his faded tee, his lanky body all sharp angles and faint freckles, his skin tan, but faired than mine. His ratty gym shorts hit the tiles, the tear from earlier now a full-on gash, and his dick flopped out, flaccid, luckily.
Kai laughed, scratching his plastered hair, still a sweaty mess clinging to his forehead and temples. He kicked his shorts aside, his dick swaying as he leaned against the counter.
I rolled my eyes and cranked the shower knob, the pipes groaning as water sputtered out, barely warm thanks to Liv and Phoenix’s marathon. We stepped into the tiny stall, elbows brushing, the spray hitting our shoulders like a lukewarm apology. I grabbed the body wash, squirting a blob into my palm, and started lathering my chest, soap suds sliding down my stomach. Kai did the same, his long fingers working the soap into his skin, the green paint swirling down the drain like toxic sludge. The sex noises from Liv’s room hit a new high—wet slaps, a squeal that was hers, mizing with Phoenix’s low growl.
Kai’s dick twitched, swelling noticeably, the head pushing through the suds. “K, not again?” I said, half-laughing, trying to sound annoyed as I scrubbed shampoo into my hair.
Kai smirked, rinsing his arms, his dick now half-hard and bobbing like it had a vendetta. “Lol, look at your own!” he said, nodding downward. I glanced down, and—shit—my dick was chubbing up too, thickening under the spray, the buzz and those damn noises screwing with my head. My face burned, but the booze made it hard to care.
“Getting off hearing your sis getting railed? You’re the perv,” Kai teased, flicking soap at my chest, his eyes gleaming with trouble.
“That’s not… it’s…” I stammered, splashing water at his face. “You’re hard too, asshole.”
“Yeah, but she’s not my sis,” Kai said, his grin sharp. “I’d totally bang her!”
I fake-gagged, shoving his shoulder. “You wish! She’d chop it off if you even asked. And it’s not… it’s just the sounds, okay?”
“Lol, yeah, she would,” Kai said, dodging my shove. “But the bitchiness makes it hotter, you know. Like I could tame her, maybe. I like wild girls.”
I snorted, lathering my arms. “Yeah, too bad she doesn’t like lanky-as-fuck dudes with acne. You seen Phoenix? Fucking Jock-God.”
Kai’s grin turned wicked, and he flicked his hips, smacking his now-mostly-hard dick against my thigh with a wet slap. “Jock-God? Dude, you’re so gay!”
I yelped, laughing, and smacked my dick back against his thigh, the contact sending a dumb jolt through me. “I’m not, you’re hella gay! I’m just saying it like it is. Not gay to recognize facts.”
I went to smack his thigh again, but Kai mirrored me, and our dicks collided mid-air, a sloppy thwack that echoed in the stall. We froze, eyes wide, then lost it, laughing so hard we nearly slipped, clutching each other’s arms to stay upright. “Oh my God, dude,” I gasped, tears streaming. “We’re fucking morons.”
“Sword fight, go!” Kai shouted, swinging his dick at my hip again, the head grazing my skin. I retaliated, our dicks smacking like drunk knights, water splashing everywhere as we stumbled, giggling like idiots in the cramped shower.
Kai paused, panting, his dick fully hard now, bobbing under the spray. “Wanna grab it?” he said, half-joking, his voice thick with booze.
“No, that’s gay!” I said, but my own dick was rock-hard, and my drunk brain was whispering why the hell not?
“Just for fun, it’s not gay,” Kai said, shrugging like he was offering me a chip. “We don’t exactly have luck with girls, Lo. I’ll touch yours too.”
I hesitated, my horny, buzzed mind justifying it as just messing around. “Whatever, fine,” I said, rolling my eyes like it was his idea. Kai’s hand wrapped around my dick, warm and slick with soap, and I grabbed his, the sensation weirdly intense. We started jerking each other, sloppy and uncoordinated, the water turning cold as Liv’s moans hit a peak next door, a loud “oh, fuck!” syncing with Phoenix’s grunt.
My pulse raced, the booze and heat blurring everything. Kai’s eyes locked on mine, his grin loose but focused. “Together,” he said, nodding, and I nodded back, both of us shutting our eyes as the cold water stung our skin. Liv’s orgasmic scream rang out, matched by Phoenix’s growl, and we hit the edge in sync, cumming hard, ropes of it mixing with the water and spiraling down the drain.
We stood there, panting, the cold water snapping us back. “Well, damn,” I said, rinsing off the last of the cum, my face hot despite the chill. Kai laughed, a little shaky but real, and we stepped out, grabbing towels from the floor’s chaos.
“That was… something,” Kai said, drying his hair, his dick finally chilling out as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
“No kidding,” I said, toweling off my chest, the awkwardness fading fast. I tossed him a pair of my boxers from the dresser. “Put these on, K. I don’t want your sweaty balls flopping all over my bed.”
Kai caught them, grinning. “Please, your bed would be honored.” He pulled on the boxers, then tackled me onto the rug, his towel slipping as we wrestled, laughing like kids. I shoved him off, and we stumbled to my room, collapsing onto the bed with our Switch controllers for Smash Bros.
We played, still buzzed, Kirby smashing Link as the room spun softly. Kai’s elbow nudged mine, his warmth solid, and as my eyes drooped, he spoke, voice quiet. “Bro?”
“What?” I said, yawning, my controller slipping.
“I love you, man,” Kai said, soft but sure. “I’ll miss you like crazy in college.”
I grinned, my chest warm. “I love you too, man. And I’ll miss you too. Now get to sleep, you moron.”
Kai chuckled, his head hitting the pillow, and we drifted off, the faint creak of Liv’s bed fading down the hall yet again.
Comments
Blake
Thanks for letting me know. I have no idea what happened. But I re-added it now: https://www.patreon.com/posts/exploration-date-145562090?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=postshare_creator&utm_content=join_link
Matt
What happened to Part 2?
Anthony
LOL, That was cute, no rush, I love it!
Blake
Lots more cumming up :)
Jules
God dammit is that the END?!! Fuuuuck
