We wash and rinse off quickly with the hand-held shower attachment as the water runs noisily down the drain. While we are at it, I point out how the attachment can be hooked up to a bracket on the wall and show him the shower curtain that can be pulled out and around the tub if we wish only to take a shower, rather than a bath.
Even as I dry myself off, I cannot take my eyes off of him. The water has flattened and darkened the hair on his body, so it lies against his skin in long streaks. His muscles move smoothly beneath that skin as he rubs himself vigorously with a towel.
“Sure do need a shave,” he remarks to himself, examining his face close up in the mirror above our sink.
“Not now,” I blurt out.
He turns to see me staring at him intently, my penis jutting out from my groin. He smiles.
“What’cha lookin’ at, Elf?”
“You. In case you had not noticed.”
“I noticed, darlin’. I noticed.”
The towel drops to the floor. In less than a moment, his arms are wrapped around me from behind, one hand over my breast with his calloused palm rubbing the tip of my hard nipple while the other hand is at my crotch.
I find myself pressed face first up against the wall next to the sink. It is so good to have his hand massaging my cock and balls, instead of my own hand.
“I know we’ve got stuff we have to talk about, darlin’, but right now, all I want is my cock up that lovely blue ass of yours. And I’m willing to bet a case of beer that you want it too.”
“No bet, mein Schatz. I vould lose.” His cock is already probing for my ass and I ache to have him inside me, but I block his access by covering my entrance with my tail. “Vait a second.”
“What for? Oh, yeah. Lube.”
I am already fumbling around in the medicine cabinet above the sink, and before he can finish speaking, I have the tube of antibiotic ointment in my hand and have opened the cap with my teeth, as my other hand is pressed flat against the wall.
“Give it here,” he says.
Since it is essentially nothing but Vaseline with an antibiotic mixed in, it will work fine. As soon as he has applied it to his cock and my ass, he tosses the tube in the general direction of the sink and goes back to what he was doing. By now, my tail is no longer in his way, since it is securely wrapped around my right thigh.
I bend my knees just a bit and tip my pelvis to make my opening more accessible to the hard cock already probing in between my buttocks, guided by the hand that had been fondling me.
Ah! Ja – just there! I shift slightly to put him right on target, offering him what we both so badly want. His swollen organ presses into me and I accept it joyously. It is so good to feel him inside me again. I cannot help a trembling sigh of relief as I feel him push in deeper.
I do not think I have ever been fucked while up against a wall like this. It is strange to be standing here, with my arms folded at the elbow, forearms flat against the cool damp surface. My face is turned to the right, while the underside of my cock rubs against the smoothness of the wall. Logan’s hands are to either side of me, fingers splayed, while his body is tight against my back. It is somehow cozy, to be pinned like this. I am happily trapped, safe in his grasp, my ass skewered by his cock. I can feel his breath against my ear, his gasps, his moans of pleasure. The very strangeness of our position only increases my desire, as the sweet and powerful spasms grow stronger inside me. So good. So impossibly good. I have missed this so much. Ah, Gott! If it could only last forever!
“Elf, I can’t hold off for long,” he warns me. “Not this time.”
“You vill not have to.” I barely get the words out of my mouth before they turn into the incoherent sounds I make when I come. I can feel my semen spurting out against the wall, as Logan fills me with his own.
As if reluctant for it to be over so soon, we remain in this same position for a few minutes longer. I can feel his penis soften inside me, and soon I will not be able to keep it where it is any longer. But for now, I am content to catch my breath and stay right as I am.
Logan’s lips caress the tip of my ear, then he whispers, “You win, Elf. I’m back if you still want me.”
I start to reply, but he cuts me off. “No, don’t say anything yet. Not until after I tell you about what happened while I was away. Then you can decide.”
I nod my reluctant agreement. Oh dear God, let him not have done something horrible again!
After that, he leans away. As I too step back from the wall, I can see the deep gouges my fingernails have made in the sheetrock. Logan notices what I am looking at and laughs. Then he runs a finger through the splotch of sticky cum down below the gouges and rubs it on the tip of my nose.
“I take it you enjoy fucking walls, darlin’,” he informs me, barely stifling more laughter.
“Zum Teufel, Logan!” I exclaim, wiping my nose with a piece of toilet paper from the roll. But I cannot sustain my false anger any longer and end up laughing myself.
“Don’t forget to clean the rest of it off the wall, Elf,” he says as his parting shot as he strides out the bathroom door.
By the time I leave the bathroom, he is no longer in our bedroom. “Logan?” I query.
“In here.” The voice comes from the open door next to the bathroom, which leads to his study, just as the door on the opposite wall leads to mine.
I pick up the light fleece blanket that lies on top of the chest under our bedroom window, wrapping it around my shoulders to ward off the chill from the air-conditioning as I go into the other room. Logan is standing there wearing nothing but the white boxers covered with red maple leaves that I gave him as a joke gift on his last birthday. It looks rather ridiculous, but I decide we have done enough laughing for now, so I do not comment.
Logan is in the process of looking around his room, seeming a bit puzzled. “Elf, did ya clean up in here while I was away or somethin’?”
“Uh – vell, I might have. Just a little bit. I could not stand to see the beer cans lying around, and I just had to empty the trash, and throw out anything in your little fridge that was spoiled or rotten. I may have dusted a few places. But I did not touch anything else, like your swords or your pictures. Oh, and I did do the laundry, but that is all folded and on top of your dresser.”
He really is not that much of a slob, but his room is usually somewhat messier and far less organized than my own. The sofa is old and rather beaten up, but there is nothing I can do about that. I did wipe the scuffmarks from his boots off of the coffee table, which he often uses as a footstool, but I think I will not mention that. I also will not mention that I emptied and washed his ashtrays, then sprayed the room with air freshener until I could barely smell the tobacco smoke anymore. Oh, and then I washed the window curtains, to get rid of more of it. This is the only room in the Mansion where Logan is permitted to smoke, so I know I can never make the smell go away for good. Fortunately, he mostly goes outside to enjoy his foul cigars.