panting as his balls emptied themselves.

I was impressed by his response. Most of his cum covered the black carpet of his chest hair, white and viscous on the thick fur, but some had splashed over his neck and a few spurts had even hit his face. Drips of it were on his cheeks and nose and made beads around his mouth.

He looked over at me when his breathing had subsided, and grinned broadly.

Like his orgasm had been a deliberate joke.

I grinned back, continuing to finger my arse as I masturbated.

Then Peter did something, which was even more unexpected. Instead of picking up his briefs and wiping himself as he would normally, he looked down at his chest and then started rubbing his cum into his chest, matting it in the dense forest of hair. The sounds it made were exquisite – rough and wiry, coarse yet unmistakably wet. The smell of it, thick and mildly cloying, wafted over me, as I watched him rubbing his sticky mess into his black body hair.

Then my own orgasm hit in. My own semen leapt out of my cock, reaching as far as my neck but not my face as Peter's had. Peter looked over at me as I pumped myself dry, watching my cock empty itself over my almost hairless chest and stomach. And when I'd finished, as I just lay there panting in the haze of my climax, he got up and walked over to the foot of my bed to stare between my legs. My finger was still inside me and Peter made no excuse that he was looking at it, perhaps wanting to make certain that I really had penetrated my arse.

I looked up at him, standing there with his chest hair matted by thick white gobs of his own cum, looking down between my legs. I withdrew my finger, with a slippery sound, and he licked his lips involuntarily.

Then he looked back up at my face and grinned, his teeth white and perfect.

He said, "Does the water heat up in the evenings? I'm gonna need to take a shower."

I nodded, still recovering my breath.

******

I moved out on a Sunday afternoon. My work in the hospital was through; I couldn't wait to get back to my own room on the other side of the city and back to normal hours and normal life.

That last morning with Peter was kind of special, though.

I'd been out the night before, celebrating my "release" with some friends, and hadn't got in until three or four in the morning. Peter had been asleep when I got in. Our boxes and suitcases were stacked up at one end of the room: the following evening another couple of guys would be filling our places.

In the morning, Peter woke me with a couple of mugs of coffee for the two of us. His hair was still wet from having a shower, his face slightly pink from his razor.

We sat on the edge of our beds and drank our coffee, Peter in his robe, me in my briefs. We chatted about where we'd been the night before, surprised that our groups hadn't run into one another in a few of the clubs we'd been in, and about how good it felt to have got this part of our training over.

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valküre	Posted: 2008/5/23 10:47  Updated: 2008/5/23 10:47
Tease Joined: 2006/10/2 From: Austria Posts: 35	well done... again Nevermind, Sebastian. Put it down to my being a woman, but I appreciate a good, long story full of detail. The build-up gives you plenty of time to get properly turned on. You're a fantastic writer. Keep 'em cumming :)
tea room junkie	Posted: 2008/2/5 16:59  Updated: 2008/2/5 16:59
Virgin Joined: 2006/12/10 From: central florida Posts: 1	Teching Peter This would have been a lot hotter had it been about 1/2 as long. The story however, was great.