Normalcy in Chet’s Arms

Jon had never been on a sports team, and such his experience in the shower had, for the most part, been solitary. Yes, there were open showers in the public swimming pool he had gone to as a child. But what he was doing with Chet, two people pressed together under one showerhead, washing each other while the soapy water ran down their naked bodies and down the tub drain, was something different. If the intimacy of what the pair had done in the bedroom together hadn't proved the justification for them being 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend', what they were doing in the shower more than proved it.

Still, Jon was still unclear as to the nuances involved in such a relationship. What were the differences between the girlfriend and the boyfriend, for example? And how would this type of relationship be different than a normal 'best friend' situation? It wasn't enough to cause concern, but Jon would still like to know. Yes, Chet was a trustworthy friend, and despite Jon's confusion the young man continued to prove his knowledge in deep male-to-male friendships. Right then, for example, Jon's hands pressed against the tiled wall, the hot water pouring down his back, Chet was proving himself by grabbing Jon's manly breasts from behind, his naked groin thrusting in and out of Jon's backside, making sure that even the deepest crevices of Jon's body were clean.

It had been a surprise to Jon, once the pair had gotten naked, to see what Chet had between his legs. Both Chet and Jon were young, healthy men, although Jon had an obvious advantage with the masculine enhancements he'd received in Girl World. His smooth, hairless skin, his large manly breasts, his thin, waspish waist, and his round, pronounced rear end all added up to an image of a strong masculine man. Chet was a great guy, but when it came to being a man, he just couldn't compete with someone like Jon. But that thing between Chet's legs gave Jon pause. There was something about it, something familiar...

In the back of his mind a word floated to the surface.

Penis.

Yes, that was the word. Jon had heard of them before. He had reached down to his own crotch as he stared at Chet’s penis and was surprised that he, too, had his own penis dangling between his legs! He softly rubbed it, staring at Chad’s groin, and smiled. Touching it gave him a pleasurable sensation. Had he body hair, he might have felt it stand up as he rubbed his smooth hand up and down over the soft appendage.

“Can’t wait to get going, can you?” Chet said, noting Jon’s movements.

Jon blushed and moved his hand away from his groin, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming as he was. Not that his boyfriend had meant to embarrass him. No, Chet was just teasing him. Job couldn’t imagine a world where Chet wasn’t looking out for Jon’s best interests.

Watching his boyfriend lean over the tub to turn on the water, Jon hadn't been able to help but let his mind wander again. So the pair had penises, but what exactly were they for? The more he thought about it, the more Jon was sure that he'd always had one. The problem was that he seemed to have a sort of brain fog on the topic. Whenever he got close to a memory, to something specific about it, Jon would get distracted and lose his concentration. Why was that? The only thing he knew for sure was that touching it, the way he had a moment ago, had felt nice.

"Coming?" Chet's voice had pulled Jon back into the moment. The water running, Chet had already stepped into the tub. Not wanting to waste water, Jon followed suit, then pulled the shower curtain closed.

Immediately Chet reminded Jon about how great it was to be a girlfriend. The young man grabbed Jon by his hips and pulled him under the hot water, up against Chet's own naked body, and once again locked lips with him. It was as if Chet hadn't had enough roughhousing in the bedroom and wanted a rematch in the shower. This time, however, it wasn't as aggressive. It was much more gentle, more sensitive. Jon leaned into the young man, wrapping his own arms around his boyfriend, and matched the lip action that Chet was demonstrating.

This wasn't wrestling.

This was affection.

Yes, it was a bit different from what Jon was used to. None of Jon's guy friends ever got as close as Chet was to Jon, but then again Chet wasn't a guy friend. He was a boyfriend. And besides, hadn't Jon's own mother touched him with her own lips on the cheek, or on the forehead when she wanted to share affection with him? There was a name for that... what was it again...

Kiss!

That's what was going on! Chet, Jon's boyfriend, was giving Jon a kiss!

Eagerly, Jon opened his mouth to return the kiss with enthusiasm. Now that there was a name to it, it made so much more sense. Jon and Chet were kissing, the way a good boyfriend and girlfriend should.

As the kiss continued, Jon had started feeling something hard poking into his stomach. Letting his puffy lips leave those of his boyfriend, Jon looked down. Something had happened to Chet's penis! It was no longer hanging softly between Chet's legs. Instead, the appendage had transformed, grown stiff and large, and was standing straight up!

"Oh my," Jon said in a whispered voice. He reached down with his hands and touched the penis.

"Mmmmmmmm," Chet moaned and shivered.

Of course, thought Jon, it had felt nice to touch his own penis, hadn't it? How much nicer must it feel if a friend, or a girlfriend, touched it!

Jon didn't know what had happened to Chet's penis, what had made it so big, but it didn't matter. He had just figured out a way to make his boyfriend feel good, feel nice, and he was determined to take it.

He gave one more quick kiss to Chet's lips, then sank to his knees in front of his boyfriend.

"If you don't mind," Jon said, looking up at Chet from below, "I think I'd like to help you feel good."

Not waiting for an answer, Jon went to work. Of course he had no idea what he was doing, but that had never stopped him before. Jon was all for experimenting. What he had before him was a penis, a big hard penis, that felt good when it was touched, so he started with that.

Wrapping one wet hand around the penis, Jon began to rub it up and down, similarly to how he had touched himself when he had been staring at Chet's naked body earlier. He was surprised at how hot it felt in his fingers, but as far as he knew that was normal. Chet braced himself on the grab bar on the side of the tub, obviously enjoying the attention.

Encouraged and curious, Jon wondered what else his boyfriend might like. Jon's fingers were soft, but perhaps he'd like something even softer. Leaning forward, Jon sat up so that his breasts were level with the penis. Then, one hand on the side of each breast, he wrapped his manly chest around Chet's hard penis and begin to copy what he had done with his hand. Up and down, up and down, rubbing his boyfriend's hard appendage, all while looking up at Chet's eyes for signs of approval.

Chet, it seemed, loved it. his knees shook, his moaning got louder. All the approval Jon needed. As he watched the head of the penis pop in and out of his cleavage, Jon began to have a feeling of affection for it. It was, after all, part of his boyfriend. And now that he’s learned how his boyfriend gave and received affection, Jon knew what to do next.

Taking his eyes from Chet’s, Jon bent his head down and opened his mouth. The next time the penis popped up, he let it slip between his lips for a kiss. Then again, then again. Chet entwined his fingers in Jon’s long wet hair, guiding his head lower and lower. Deeper and deeper he kissed the penis that was held between his breasts as it bobbed up and down. Louder and louder his boyfriend moaned his approval.

While his memories of boyfriends, girlfriends, and penises were shrouded in brain fog, Jon was pretty sure he had never acted that way before. It didn’t matter, though. It felt right. It felt natural. As if his body had been made for it.

“Get up here,” Chet instructed between moans, and Jon immediately obeyed.

It felt good to get off his knees, despite the fact that he instantly missed the warm feeling of his boyfriend’s penis between his breasts, not to mention the taste that he had begun to savour.

He leaned in for a kiss, but instead found himself being spun around and grabbed from behind. Instead of his lips being kissed, it was his neck. Instead of his hair being held, it was his breasts. Instead of his breasts rubbing the penis, it was Jon’s ass.

It really was quite kind of Chet. Not only was Jon’s boyfriend continuing to use Jon the way he wanted to be used, making Chet feel good, but Jon’s read end was getting a cleaning like he’d never had before.

“Yessss,” Jon moaned, leaning back into his boyfriend, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, “deeper!”

Jon wasn’t certain that he’d ever cleaned out his ass the way Chet was, but if he had, he was sure that Chet was much better at it. He made a mental note to ask his boyfriend to do it again soon. Being someone’s girlfriend sure came with perks!

Through the grunting and moaning, Jon began to think again. He was absolutely loving the male bonding he was experiencing with Chet, but there was still so much he didn’t know about being a girlfriend. For example, just because Jon was Chet’s girlfriend, did that mean he couldn’t be other men’s girlfriend too? He hoped not. Chet might get busy doing other things, and Jon would love to have a whole bunch of boyfriends who could clean him out the way Chet was.

“UUUUUGHH!!!” Chef’s hands squeezed hard on Jon’s breasts while he pressed deeply into Jon’s backside, stopping his thrusting, holding his body tightly against Jon’s while he shook and panted. Jon hoped that Chet was alright. Had he over-exerted himself? If so, Jon was determined to take care of him until he felt better. That’s what a good girlfriend would do, after all.

But for the moment Jon just stood there, the hot water cascading over his body, Chet’s penis firmly lodged up Jon’s backside. His time in Girl World had been amazing, but some of his adventures had been a bit over the top. Finally, wrapped in Chet’s arms, he’d found a little bit of normalcy at the resort. He hoped that when the vacation was over he’d still be able to keep in touch with Chet, maybe come back for a visit. But if not, it wouldn’t be the end of the world. What Chet has taught Jon was invaluable. A life lesson on how great it was to be someone’s girlfriend.

And Jon was determined that this wouldn’t be the last time someone thought of him that way.