Nick's cries reverberated off the surround of tiles and seemed to rise ceiling-ward like so much warm shower mist and hang there, commingled and invisible, soon to be joined by yet another. Nick was shut off, however, from the streams of shower spray which his lover's back blocked, leaving Nick in a cold zone.
He leaned forward on his raised forearms, with his right cheek sometimes touching--pressing--as well. From his chest down his lower body jutted outwards, his legs spread wide. Between them his lover's wet body rose and fell as his penis coursed deep inside Nick's rectum and then out, or nearly out, before Zack thrust upward again, those rhythmic thrusts lifting Nick each time onto the balls of his feet, if not onto his toes.
"Oh!" another echo rising, joining the overhead, diminishing choir.
It was the fourth time Nick had been fucked in less than 20 hours. The first time, early afternoon, about an hour after he arrived; the second time late afternoon; and then, after delivery Chinese (as a joke Zack had Nick meet the male Asian driver at the door wearing nothing but a panty, and offering a five-dollar tip) and a movie, a third time in Zack's bed, before sleep. And now, at Zack's suggestion, a fourth time in the shower, standing up, at first at least. "That way we can clean off afterwards," Zack explained, as early as between the first and second fucks, when Zack wondered if Nick could spend the night.
"I have cats...," Nick explained.
"So?"
"Indoor and outdoor and, um...I wasn't expecting to stay...stay over, so I didn't put any extra food out."
Zack shifted his naked weight, his penis limp now but still wearing a slight patina of lube. He had a nice one when erect. Thick, uniformly so, and close to seven inches in length. It was circumcised and he had a lovely, well-formed glans. When in Nick, as deep as it would go, it felt as if Zack's cock was nearly up to his breastbone. Nick went on, with a half-shrug:
"The indoor cats'll be OK. I put plenty of food in their bowl before I left. But the outdoor cats..."
"So?" Zack repeated. "They can't go, like, 12 hours without food? Tell you what," his weight shifting back now. "We get up early in the morning. Fuck in the shower this time. You won't be clean then, so...We wash off afterwards. Then you have a cup of coffee, dress and leave. You'll be home by"--shrug--"nine o'clock. Ten at the latest."
And Nick, who was naked except for the bikini panty he'd pulled back on, stood there trying to calculate how many hours that would be without food. He normally fed his cats between five and six in the afternoon. So that would be...
"I once read," Zack continued, "where cats can go days without food. Big cats, I mean. Lions, tigers. When you get home they'll be glad to see you. Over-fucking-joyed, y'know? Everything'll be fine, believe me."
...fourteen. No--fifteen.
"At least give me a couple hours to get hard again. Then we can fuck again. And if you can stay over we can fuck a third time before bed. Then in the morning..."
The tug of Nick's feelings for a half-dozen cats, all strays, all fixed, was being outpulled by the offer of a horny man, a complete stranger up until a couple of hours ago, to make love to him multiple times. To fuck him at least.
And while Nick never would have admitted it to Zack, he'd never had sex with the same man multiple times in a single day. Over a period of weeks and months (Frank), yes. And with two guys in a threesome--twice (albeit with different guys). This would be a novel first. To be wanted, again and again and--perhaps--again.
In addition he'd never spent the night in the same bed with another man before. This, too, would be a first. And maybe it would become a regular thing. A weekend thing. Nick would come over shortly after noon, he'd spend the night and over the course of ten or so hours they'd fuck their brains out. And Nick, forewarned, would put extra food out for both his sets of cats. Food and water. Or perhaps, for the outdoor cats, he'd have his mentally challenged teenage neighbor come over, as he'd done last fall while Nick vacationed, and put food out for the cats. Nick's going rate was $25 a day.
"So can you stay?" Zack wondered, though he didn't specify whether this meant a few hours or overnight.
And Nick, after a pause, said, "Sure."
"Great! We're gonna have a lot of fun!"
And Nick had a vision of his outdoor cats, on his driveway, warming their prostrate selves in the wan, and fading, Florida winter sun. Wondering when the hell dinner would be served.
Now, the next morning, in the shower, Zack pulled out of Nick's well-used hole and backed away. And Nick thought they were done. "Bend over," Zack contrarily told him.
