Chapter Twenty-Two #2
I might have gulped. His dick was perfect, just like I knew it would be.
It wasn’t that it was so large—it was maybe average or slightly bigger.
But it was shaped flawlessly, nicely colored, and without bumps or marks other than the faint scarring of a circumcision.
The head was just a bit pinker and prominent without being disproportioned.
Even his balls were perfectly symmetrical—tight and full looking.
“Huh?” I managed.
“Ready to get in?” he repeated, before reaching his hand into the shower. “The water is warm enough now.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
Try as I might, I couldn’t help but glance down at his cock again. If I wasn’t mistaken, it had plumped a bit. Hell, so has mine.
Aaron moved to my uninjured side and put his arm around me. The fact that we were both naked was so intimate, yet he guided me as if it were the most natural thing in the world for the two of us to shower together.
Once we were under the spray, I turned so my back was to him. I was getting harder, and I didn’t want him to notice.
“I knew you’d have a great ass, Mikey,” he said. “If you had shown that off to Cliff, there’s no question you would win the whole thing.”
Cliff. The reminder was jarring. What was I doing? I was lusting, once again, for my straight roommate when there was an incredible-looking gay man who could choose me to date. I tried to focus on the point of this program, though it was difficult as Aaron began massaging shampoo into my scalp.
“I’m sorry this is so weird,” I said, loud enough to be heard over the water stream.
He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t feel like it is, Mikey.”
“Oh. That’s…good,” I replied.
Aaron let the water cascade over my now washed locks, rinsing out the shampoo. Then he began to soap my back. “You can’t reach back here without hurting yourself.”
I wished he would be rougher…and faster.
It was like he was giving me a sensual massage, and my dick was beginning to take notice again.
I was about to tell him it was good enough and that I should rinse off.
That’s when I felt his hard-on press against my butt cheek.
It couldn’t have been his fingers, because they were all on my shoulders.
“Um, I think…”
“Sorry,” he said. “Get my cock under warm pulsing water, and it wants to get up and party.”
Of course that was all it was. Dammit.
“I totally get it. Mine, too,” I admitted.
“Yeah? You got a boner now, too?” he asked, unconcerned, as if he had asked me whether there was a full moon outside.
“Um…yes.” I hadn’t been fully hard until he started talking about it. Now my cock was practically pointing up at the shower head. It may not have been the biggest, but it always made up for that with its levitation abilities.
He was silent again, and I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. I waited for him to call me out on my bullshit that I had the same response to warm water.
Instead of the negative reaction I had expected, his chin ended up resting on my shoulder and he peered down at my dick. Out of instinct, I tried to pull forward, but I was already as close to the shower wall as I could get without humping it.
“Oo-wee, your guy has stamina,” he observed, sounding impressed. “Fuck Daryl. I’ll bet his can’t stand up that straight.” He patted my head. “And you were right—you’re a grower.”
Though he pulled his head away, the tip of his cock tapped my butt again. I wasn’t sure how we would move away from the awkward situation.
“I’m surprised I’m hard, considering I’m aching,” I said, hoping I could convince him that it wasn’t because he was naked and erect behind me.
“Oh, you’re aching all right,” he joked. “Neither one of us has jerked off all week. I’m not surprised we’re horny. Should we just whack off while we’re in here and let the water wash it down the drain?”
“What?”
I turned my head to look at him. He seemed eager and uncertain at the same time.
“We don’t have to,” he added, with a tilt of the head that indicated it wasn’t a bother to him either way. “If you’re too uptight.”
“I’m not uptight,” I argued. I’m beyond uptight.
Aaron still looked unsure, like if he pushed, I might spring at him and bang his head against the tile.
“Um, do you want to watch each other?” I think my mouth was open, and he frowned.
“Or not. I just didn’t know if it would be weird to have our backs to each other like it’s something shameful… or whatever.”
“Are you sure you won’t freak out later?” My erection was weakening at the prospect.
It was as if he suspected as much, as he glanced down at my dick, then back up again. “I won’t if you don’t.”
I wanted this so bad. “Uh, I’m cool.”
I finally allowed myself to peek at his erection. It was impressive and even more beautiful than when it had been soft. He smiled, then began soaping it, nice and slow. “Been too long, man.”
I used the hand on my uninjured arm to mirror his motions. I had never done it left-handed, yet it had never felt better. “Yeah. For sure.” Unlike Aaron, who sounded confident and comfortable with pleasuring himself, my voice had sounded like a squeak.
“Relax, Mikey. It’s all good. Just let go of the pressure of this week,” he encouraged. “We’ll feel better and be able to get a good night’s sleep, huh?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, increasing the speed of my stroking to match his.
Aaron glanced over and watched. In that moment, it seemed he was into me, and all the crazy, conflicted emotions I had ever felt for him crashed around me.
With only a dozen or so more strokes, my balls tightened.
I grimaced as cum shot and cascaded over my clenched hand and cock, then onto my nuts before some of it dripped onto the floor below.
As soon as my temples stopped pounding, Aaron grunted. I looked to him and saw him blast a rope of jizz at the glass shower door, followed by two more equally powerful eruptions. Globs of semen slid down the glass like melting vanilla ice cream. Leave it to him to be a remarkable shooter.
“Fuck!” Aaron cried with every aftershock that spurted cum no further than his fist. Once he was drained, he bowed his head and fondled his dick more gently. “Fucking A!”