I reached slowly back up to stand straight and moved towards the shower. My cock was already hard with anticipation as the water began cascading down my athletically sculpted chest. Peter was still watching intently. “Come and join me. Come on.” I said, gesturing him towards me.
I watched as he, picked at his shoelaces. He pulled off his shoes and laid them in the corner. Then took off his socks, quickly stuffing them in his shoes. He pulled off his top and laid that on top, then came the undoing of the belt and the taking off of the trousers. He wore green jockey pants; I could see the bulge in his pants and stiffened a little more. I was impatient for him to join me. He pulled off the last item of clothing and entered the cubicle with me.
I could see he wasn’t yet fully hard. I pushed my butt cheeks against his groin and waggled. We stood: my back to his front, the water cascading off out naked bodies. It was fantastic: I could feel his cock hardening against my bottom. I lay back against him. He grabbed me by my shoulders, smoothed his hands down my chest before grabbing at my cock. He pumped it gently. I was so turned on already that I almost came. I let out a large groan. Letting go of my cock, he wrapped his arms around my body, gently he nuzzled at my shoulder and neck with small kisses and bites.
“Did you think about me, last night?” He whispered into my ear.
“Yeah, I thought about what we did, I thought about it a lot.” I replied.
His hand smoothed down over my buttocks, around my hip and back onto my shaft. He stroked it gently.
“Mmm, you have such a lovely cock.” He said, in between neck kisses. “Such a lovely, yummy cock.” He let go of my cock and gently pulled me around so we were stood face to face in the shower. He gazed at me intently for a moment, I turned away with a shy smile. He leant in and kissed my cheek, which took me somewhat by surprise. He kissed again at my neck, down to my chest then onto my tummy.
“Did you like yesterday? Did you like fucking me?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah. It was hot.” Peter replied as he grabbed the shaft of my cock, staring intently at it; now right in front of his face.
He leant forward and took the head in his mouth. I lay back against the tiles in the shower cubicle. I could feel the warmth of his mouth around me and the slickness of his tongue against the shaft. I became conscious about what my hands were doing. I lay them against the wall to steady myself, feeling slightly awkward about how to act when receiving a blowjob.
Peter stopped sucking briefly and looked up at me smiling.
“Do…do you want to do it again?” I asked.
“Oh yes.” He replied, “but first…”
Before I could reply, he was down on my dick again. I let out a small groan which gave the impression I was enjoying it more than I really was. He continued giving head. I could feel him working away with his tongue – trying to get me off. I looked down upon him. Somehow, he didn’t seem to be quite the mature, powerful man he was yesterday when he’d been towering over me with that lovely bulbous erect cock at the ready. His oral technique was good though and my level of horniness didn’t wilt.
He stopped giving head momentarily to catch his breath. I took control momentarily and twisted my body round to face the wall.
“Do it again.” I said. “Do it to me – like we did yesterday.”
Peter didn’t speak but stood up slowly, his masculinity increasingly shining through as he did so. He wrapped his left arm around my waist and pulled in close.
“Do you want me to?” He whispered.
“Yes, yes I do.” I answered.
His right hand cupped my bum. Gently sliding across to the crack.
“OK.” He said. I relaxed, knowing that he would now take control. “Then after, I will make you cum.”
His palm slid down between my buttocks. I felt his finger tip reaching inside me. I let out a groan, enjoying the feeling of being sandwiched against the hard bathroom tiles and his body. His finger probed further inside. Those feelings of discomfort came back as he pushed deeper inside me. I bit my lip to keep any sound I might make inside. I knew it would feel good soon. When he was in full swing, when he was dicking me good – using me as his fuck toy then we would both be happy.
Determined to make it happen. I pushed my ass back against Peter. “Do it to me.” I murmured. He grabbed me tighter around the chest with one arm. I could feel him, he pushed in his finger again and began pushing it in and out – in and out of my young asshole. My already firm dick became painfully hard as I started to get off on the sensation.
Soon, a finger wasn’t enough. I wanted his cock, wanted him to just jam it in and fuck me. I didn’t care whether it felt nice, or what it felt like, my body was aching to be fucked. “Do it to me.” I said. “Do it to me.”
“You really like it, huh?” Said Peter.
“Yes. Do it to me. Do it to me!” I yelled.
He let go of me. I reached behind, grabbed hold of his arm and pulled him towards me.
“OK! OK!” Said Peter. With more urgency, he pushed me flat against the wall of the shower. I watched the water cascading down as he I felt the tip of his cock against my ass. I felt the pressure building as he forced it against me, trying to break me open and enter. I let out a loud moan.
“Arrrrrrrhhh!”
“It’s hurting you?” He asked.
“No, keep going.” I replied impatiently. He resumed the assault on my ass. Peter let out his first deep groan of the session as his cock slid inside. I almost fainted. My anus gripped his shaft hard as my legs turned to jelly. It was all I could do to stay standing, pressed up against the wall of the shower.
He began thrusting hard into me. Each thrust made me feel weak with pleasure. I could do nothing but moan with each bludgeoning thrust.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh.” In time with each pulsating fuck. He pressed his heavier bodyweight against me, pinning me to the wall. He kept fucking, grunting now in time with my ‘oohs’ of delight.
My own dick was pressed against the wall, sliding on the tiles as my body rose with each thrust of his pelvis. The stimulation sent me over the edge. I screamed and whaled like a mad banshee.
“Arrhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”
Peter responded by fucking faster, as fast as he could. My dick rubbing against the slippery wall tiles and the combined pleasure of Peter’s hard cock thrusting powerfully into my tight hole was all too much. My body spasmed as the cum began to spew from the tip of my own cock. The intense wave of pleasure built upon intense wave of pleasure. My body quivered with ecstasy. I groaned with pleasure. Peter groaned and grunted. Another slug of cum spewed out of me as my senses twitched and fizzied with orgasmic pleasure. My muscles giving way to the powerful sensations I collapsed back into the man. He caught me, I could barely stand, my whole body quivering from the delight.
I sat down on the shower floor. I could see Peter’s cock still hard. Still horny, I grabbed at his cock with my hands. Taking his pulsing shaft in my fist. I jerked hard wanting to make him cum. I hoped it would shoot out and hit me in the face. I wanted to taste it – have my first ever taste. He groaned as his knees buckled slightly. A slew of cum shot out from his dick, flying over my head and getting lost in the spray of the shower. I let go of his cock just as another small splat came out, landing just on my knee.