“Wow, nice!” Sire said, assessing the toned back of the young man half his age right in front of him positively.
Still turned away from him and towards the glass-walled shower, I pulled off my riding jeans and underwear in one slow motion, arching my back slightly so that I tightly stretched my jeans against my curvature of my ass as I did so. I stepped out of my jeans and was completely naked in front of him.
I was already hard as I slipped out of my clothes. Getting naked in front of a sexy biker daddy was very very exciting.
Fully naked and my bare ass facing him, I stepped into the shower and closed the glass door behind me. I hadn’t even considered not having a towel at this point.
I swiveled the water knob to the left to release the hot water and it sprayed against my young frame nearly instantly, splashing me in hot liquid that presaged the rest of my evening. The hot vaporous water ran down my body in quickly flowing rivulets, adding a slight red tone to my skin at points of contact. I could already feel the sensation of a day’s motorcycle ride of grime and sweat flow off my body.
I was getting very clean so that I could get very dirty again.
I picked up the soap and began washing my lithe and youthful body, with my back turned to him. But I knew he was watching. I still couldn’t turn around and look at him though, even though I felt his presence. I could feel his hungry male gaze on my body.
I heard him step on the shaggy carpet past where I dropped my clothes and come to the shower door. I could hear him pull his shirt over his head and drop it at his feet. I could hear him unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and pull them off. I still looked directly ahead at the shower nozzle, not looking at him undress behind me. I heard the shower door open on its hinges and the temperature inside the shower lowered a few degrees instantly.
“Can I take a shower with you?” Sire asked, holding shower door partially open as he spoke.
“Yes,” I responded, my breathing quickening. I still could not turn around. But this was happening and I knew it.
I didn’t turn around. I wasn’t scared. I was just super nervous. I knew that giving him permission to take a shower with me meant that we were having sex. He was very good looking. But I was still nervous as all hell and I couldn’t turn around. I’d never done anything with a guy.
I could feel the shower floor tiles depress slightly as he stepped naked into the shower with me. There wasn’t much room inside the shower to begin with and Sire was a large muscular man twice my age.
I started breathing very shallowly because a man to whom I was attracted was standing right behind me, naked and aroused. I knew what was going to happen, but I didn’t know how it was going to happen. Would I enjoy this? My raging hard on indicated that my body thought I would, but my mind was still unsure, still nervous. A shiver of nervous energy rippled through my wet body.
He was standing right behind me. The vaporous hot water splashed off of my shoulders and onto him. I could feel the tip of his cock against my hip. As small spasm of surprise rippled quickly through my body as he made first contact. The vapors steamed the shower room almost as much as the situation. The glass walls were quickly dripping with condensation, rendering them both diaphanous and opaque.
“Here. Let me,” Sire said, extending one hand in front of me to take the soap.
I handed it to him, looking down as I did so. I was still breathing shallowly, nervously. I could see the edges of his feet behind mine in the pool of water that funneled around the drain at the bottom of the shower.
His fat hot cock was still touching my hip.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“Yes…” I whispered, still staring directly in front of me. I don’t really know why, but I extended both of my hands in front of me and placed my palms on the tiles behind the showerhead, and moved a little more forward into the shower. His cock was no longer in contact. The spray from the showerhead ran down my back in hot rivulets.
“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you. You wanna stop, then we stop,” he said, one of his large hands slowly rubbing one of my very taunt shoulders.
“I’m just a little scared,” I announced all of a sudden.
“The first time can be really intense. That’s normal. But I’ll be as gentle as I can with you, okay?” Sire retorted instantly and then I could hear him began to lather the soap between his hands.
His hand with the soap slowly glided against my neck then shoulder, lathering me in gentle caresses. My palms still rested on the wall tiles behind the showerhead, and he started washing my upper arms next. A nervous shudder trembled through my body again.
He was so close behind me. I could feel the heat emanating from his body. I could feel his desire for me emanating from his body. The heat was partially physical but also psychological.
While his hand with the soap slowly swiped along one of my nipples, his other hand gently slid gently across my wet shoulder. The shower spray still ran down my back in rivulets, washing away the soap almost as soon as he applied it.
He took one step closer to me from behind again. I could feel his engorged cock against my ass. I didn’t move forward this time. Not that there was any space to move forward in the small shower anyway. He was big. He was very big. I could feel his enormity. And he was getting bigger, seemingly slinking up along my ass of its own accord as he got harder and harder and harder.
He began to knead the tight muscles in my shoulder with one hand while his hand with the soap sidled along my abdomen down to my navel. Another quick shudder of surprise ran through my body and I gasped for the first time as his hand approached my navel.
I was completely hard at this point. I was nervous as all hell, but I was completely hard too, and his sexy large hand was close to my sex.
I breathed loudly and nervously and arrhythmically as this sexy older man slowly bore down on me from behind.
He switched the soap to his other hand. The hand that had been massaging my shoulder began to lather my back in soap and bubbles while the hand that had gently washed my navel sidled along my waist and eventually grasped my hip. The soapy hand on my back slowly slid down my spine to my ass. I could feel his soapy fingers slip between my asscheeks and his middle finger tickled my rosebud.
I’d never been touched there before by anyone. I gasped again and my body tremored under his touch. Another ripple of nervous energy thundered through my body, shaking me slightly as he touched me. He stopped for a second, assessing my reaction to his fingers’ wonderings. After a few seconds and my breathing returned to normal, his fingers restarted their sojourn along my opening. His soapy middle finger began to circumambulate around my hole, strongly kneading my ass as his finger went around and around my asshole.
His soapy middle finger tapped directly against my tight asshole three times, sending sharp spasms of pleasure through my body. Then he started to lightly finger along my opening, never penetrating me, but coming very very close each time his hand slowly rubbed up and down my ass.