This choice: Hide,hope you end up on his cock • Go Back...Chapter #5Nothing Like the Fresh Scent of Dick by: Unknown You decided your safest bet would be to hide out here in his pile of clothes and observe him from afar, lest you be whisked down the drain. Luckily for you, the shower curtain was clear, giving you a translucent view as water droplets cascaded down his muscular backside. Seeing him in the shower reminded you of the gym class you took together last semester.
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Every day after class the two of you would sneak downstairs to the guys' locker room to freshen up. Heaven knows he needed it. One time, his white tank top was so sticky with sweat that it clung to his body as he tried to remove it. After struggling for five minutes straight, he finally turned to you for help. You both laughed as you lifted the front of the tank top and heard a wet schlick noise. He raised up his arms and you pulled it over his head, revealing his flat stomach, deprived of abs by too many cheeseburgers. His muscular chest glistened with sweat as his top slipped completely off.
"Thanks, dude!" he said.
You tossed the shirt onto the bench beside his backpack and began stripping yourself.
"No prob, bro." you replied.
The casual nature of your conversations never failed to excite you. There was something intimate about being able to watch your best bud strip down to his birthday suit and still be capable of holding a normal conversation.
The dark crevice between his buttocks slowly slid out from beneath his red basketball shorts and checkered boxers which he simultaneously pulled down with ease to his ankles. You were enthralled as he strode across the tile flooring, each mound of muscle flexing tightly in tandem with his steps. What you'd give just to feel them squeezing in the palm of your hand. He turned before saying with a raised eyebrow, "You coming?"
You shook your head quickly in affirmation before slipping off the remainder of your clothes. Your body couldn't compare to Luke's, but you weren't ashamed of your lankiness. A lot of men liked the "twink" type. You scampered after Luke into the shower and he turned on the water. His blonde bangs trembled down over his forehead as the drops rained down, soaking them. He grabbed a bar of soap from the dish, lathered it in his hands, and began caressing his torso. Not wanting to reveal your attractions to him, you, too, retrieved a bar of soap and washed yourself. You almost couldn't help yourself as Luke finally reached his undoubtedly stinkiest regions. His mushroom-shaped glans peeped out from under the foreskin of his flaccid dick as he peeled it back. Its reddish-purple goodness, now covered in suds, stayed for just a moment to say “Hello!” as he rinsed it off before it retreated back into its cage. His plump, sweaty nuts begged for his attention next as they dangled down below. He, then, abandoned his anaconda, which you thought was pretty long to be soft, allowing it to swing freely in front of his balls.
Your heart skipped a beat as he turned away from you, giving you a bird’s eye view of his pale buns while he massaged them in a circular motion with his sudsy hands. He plunged his digits in between them and his dark crack yawned open, the twitching sphincter of his anus tightening as he cleaned his nether regions. You felt your cock harden as your heart picked up speed and gorged it with blood. You averted your eyes from his divine physique, not wanting an awkward boner to hinder your friendship.
Noticing how far behind him you were, you scrubbed yourself down quickly and rinsed off.
Finally, once you were both finished, he cut off the water and together you walked back toward the lockers.
“Man! That was nice. A hot shower after working out is the greatest feeling in the world!” he proclaimed as you both stepped out of the shower.
“Yeah.” you agreed. “Hot showers are my favorite!”
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The squeak of Luke turning the shower handle broke you from your reverie. His muscular forearm pushed back the shower curtain and he stepped out onto the mat. Your eyes widened as they were filled with the familiar visage of his manhood. He grabbed his towel, folded neatly on top of the toilet seat, and dried himself off. Once finished, he laid the towel over the side of the bathtub, approached the sink, and began brushing his teeth. With his back turned to you, his pale glutes jutted conspicuously from his backside. What a perfect place to lay your head down for a nap! He spit his toothpaste into the sink, rinsed off his brush, and walked back to the bathtub to wipe his mouth with the same towel he used to dry himself.
Finally, Luke turned toward the pile of clothes you’d hidden yourself in. The massive Adonis’ shadow surrounded you as he approached. He positioned his feet through the legs of his boxers, the crotch of which you’d conveniently placed yourself in, and pulled them up around his waist. You held firmly the fabric as they rapidly slid up his hairy legs. Just before being encased in complete darkness, you lifted your head to see his endowment quickly approaching.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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