The Hot Shower
Brad peeled off his shirt. It reeked of sweat and leeks. Garlic was in the pores of his skin. He knew his hair likely was an unsavory mix of too many flavors.
He dragged himself off to the shower, stood beneath the matching heads as the water cascaded down around him. He was looking forward to nothing but getting horizontal in the plush flannel sheets on Troy's bed and sleeping until noon.
Brad closed his eyes and let the steaming hot water cascade over him. The steam made his hair stand on end, and the water passed over his ears, making a sound like you'd hear in a seashell if you held it to your ear.
Brad did not notice as the shower door popped slowly open. A hand reached toward him, and it was quickly followed by a hard, ripped male body. Confusion passed over his face, as his nose took in the familiar animal scent of Troy among the soap and shampoo.
Still, Brad jumped a mile as the large warm hand closed on his ass, and another slid around to his chest. And then, without opening his eyes, he relaxed into the familiar crotch pressing insistently against his buttocks.
The first kiss tickled the spot behind his ear. The hard cock was a firebrand against his backside. Troy's breath was hot on his neck.
The kisses whispered back down along the spine. An electric sensation ran all the way to the base of his tailbone, down his hamstring to his feet.
Brad felt himself already hard. He let his hands reach back. He pulled the fine, muscular thighs up against his. They were rock-hard and lean, with a coarse layer of black hair made slippery in the wash from the shower.
Troy's hands moved one circle on Brad's chest, one on his right hip. The hands were slicked with soap. Gradually the circles grew closer and closer to Brad's crotch, as the kisses reached a point furthest down his back.
Troy was crouching behind him. His tongue flickered at the base of Brad's spine. From Brad's ass, Troy took a bite here and there, and the short pain of each was a jump-start to Brad's heart.
Troy's tongue probed and fluttered and then thrust. Brad gasped, the heat of the shower, the rush of his blood made him dizzy. Brad was ready to weep, to be taken.
He tried to turn, but Troy would not let him. He tried to hold out, but his throat itself moaned without any prompting. He surrendered entirely to the pulsing of tongue, the fingers spreading and kneading his flesh. Now inside him. Now out.
When Troy finally turned him, still crouching, Brad put his hands on Troy's powerful shoulders. He let himself be taken into Troy's mouth. The pleasure was as sharp as a bite, and then it expanded to fill him.
Brad saw himself in Troy's mouth. His attention focused on the thick lips, the beads of shower water on his eyelashes and his face streaked with water.
He was a God, he was beautiful. His hands on Brad's ass were big, broad, strong. It was like being held in the hands of God.
From the very inside of Brad's being, the honey poured out, filling him, arching him back against those hands, pressing his manhood into that mouth. He tried to hold back. But the effort only raised the pleasure to an unbearable pitch.
He arched until he broke, and shuddered, and his knees went weak. He felt as if he was held upright only by that mouth and those wide hands. He clasped his own hands thankfully around that sopping head.
Troy released Brad from his mouth. He looked up from where he was kneeling on the tile floor of the shower.
He was grinning, but there was no amusement in his eyes. His face was a mask of lust. His eyes moved up and down Brad's body, lighting fires here and there. Brad felt exposed and raw before that appetite, thrilled just by Troy's looks, as no one had ever thrilled him before.
Troy stood. He was the taller of the two, and his impossibly long arms reached around back down to Troy's ass and yanked Brad against him. Brad's post-orgasm penis was so sensitive that the touch made him jump.
But Troy refused to let him go. His soapy finger went in and out, fingering, touching, spreading. Brad turned to the glass wall of the shower. Like a man arrested he placed both his palms on the glass, spread his legs, lowered his butt slightly.
First there was a finger, then two.
And then he felt it. Hot and rigid. Probing, spreading, insistent.
Brad let himself loose and the cock found its mark. The head slid in, then out, then in a little farther, then out, with a gentleness that was an absolute necessity to accommodate such manhood.
Brad let his whole body go slack, and Troy took him up on the invitation. The cock was finally all the way in, touching a dull place deep inside. A hard rippled breath came from Troy's mouth.
Troy crooned his ear, "You have such a sweet, sweet sweet little ass." His voice broke as he said it, as if he were crying.
And then he stopped speaking and his body went convulsive and hard, and the thrust was deep, and Brad braced himself as Troy's strokes followed, one after the other, as if they would never end. All gentleness was gone. And it was a pleasure for Brad to let Troy take so much pleasure from him.
Finally, when Brad did not think his body would last any longer, Troy came, convulsed, emitted a hard leonine bark. He slumped a moment against Brad. Then gave a last shudder like the dead.
And then, as he had at the start, his hands were making circles over Brad's hard abdomen. He was murmuring MMMMMMMM.
For a long time they stood there in the gushing wet of the shower, and then Troy reached around him and turned off the faucet. Troy led Brad by the hand out of the shower stall. He pulled a plush thick towel from a heated rack.
Troy toweled Brad down from head to toe. He spread cocoa butter all over Brad's body, until his skin was like a baby's.
They stopped in the kitchen on the way to bed. By mutual agreement they indulged in decadence. They shared a pint of Ben & Jerry's, feeding each other from the same spoon, laughing softly and giggling. Not a serious word had passed between them since Troy arrived home, and only kisses sufficient to seal each spoonful of ice cream.
When they lay in bed and Troy spooned him, the lithe body pressed up against every inch of Brad's skin. Their legs were tangled and Troy's hands folded over Brad's heart.
Brad's exhaustion had left him. He felt as if he could go completely without sleep. Every nerve was awake, even as he felt Troy go slowly limp. Troy's hands shuddered and jerked as he entered sleep.
