The following is a work of gay erotic fiction involving graphically described sex among teenage males, jocks, athletics, and sex with older males. If these topics offend you, or if it is illegal for you to read or possess such materials where you are, read no further. This story is pure fantasy. The author does not condone either sex with minors, intergenerational sex, or unprotected sex. Do not reproduce this without permission. Comments welcome - send to dlion@live.ca.
Flattop By Dan deLion Chapter Three: The Shower
"Come on bud, the hot water's gonna run out" he said as I stood there like an idiot with the wet cloth dripping onto the floor. I stepped into the candle-lit shower behind him, stumbling drunkenly a little.
"Watch yourself, bro. It's slippery as hell and we're both tipsy" he added, sliding the glass door shut.
He stood facing the faucets and kept his back to me with his head down. I watched the water running over his shoulders and down over that broad, muscular back, sliding between his ass cheeks and then down he powerful legs. My cock instantly began to harden and I hoped he was going to stay with his back to me.
"Here you go, bud" he said, handing me a bar of soap over his shoulder.
As I reached for it, my hand brushed his round, grapefruit like bicep and I shivered at the contact. Fuck, if I couldn't handle that, how was I supposed to do this?
I soaped up the cloth he had tossed at me and tentatively began to use it on his back, making small circles between his shoulder blades. He didn't react at all but my cock did, growing into a full hard on pointed directly at his jock butt. I slowly increased the circles until I had done most of his upper back. I was very aware of my hard on and I didn't want him to turn and see it. I was well past accepting that for some reason I found this man intensely attractive sexually, but I couldn't be sure he felt the same way. I didn't want to wreck an intense friendship with a drunken grope. The child-like brotherly trust he'd shown me in this and other situations was sexy, but also sacred. As far as I knew he was straight and as far as he knew so was I.
He reached his hand over his shoulder and asked for the cloth. I gave it to him and he wrung it out in the spray from the shower head. As I stood there dumbly unsure of what to do next, he glanced over his shoulder at me, quickly.
"Keep going with the soap" he said gently, over the sound of the water.
With a lump in my throat, I did as I was told and worked the soap into a lather, spreading it onto his back. He draped the wet cloth over the tub faucet and then placed his hands firmly on the tiled wall in front of him. Leaning his weight into the wall, he dropped his head slowly into the stream from the showed head. One leg bent forward while the other locked into place supporting him. His tree trunk thighs and football shaped calves looked amazing in the orange candle light, their curved heightened by the water streaming down them. I felt the muscles in his back ripple as I soaped him up. The position he was in showcased his big, sexy body and was undeniably erotic. I realized that with his head down in the shower stream, his eyes were closed. So as I soaped him, I allowed myself to look at him all over, trying to take in every inch of this naked muscular god in front of me.
A candle stub flickered on the counter next to the tub and started to sputter. As I glanced over at it, I realized I could see his full profile reflected in the glass as well as my own, complete with my cock just inches from his ass. I couldn't see his cock because of the one leg bent at the knee between it and the glass, but that did give me a nice side view of the curve of his ass. I wondered what it would feel like to reach around and soap up those blonde hairy pecs and six pack, or even his cock, but I knew that would be crossing a huge line. Without thinking I took one hand off his back and soaped my own hard cock a little, daydreaming about his body. I absentmindedly stroked a couple of times until his voice shook me back to reality.
"Use both your hands, dude. It feels great" he said, shifting a bit.
No problem. I quickly returned both my hands to that mound of muscle and started not just soaping him, but massaging and kneading his muscles. He groaned in appreciation and arched his back a bit. To my simultaneous horror and pleasure, this made his left ass cheek collide with my soapy dick head, poking him gently. I held my breath and worked a bit lower on his back so that I could step back a bit. He didn't seem to notice the poke so I kept on going. After a bit he spoke again.
"Fuck yeah, that's great. You didn't tell me you gave back rubs. My lower back is killing me form the car."
"Yeah, mine too" I replied nervously.
"Yeah? Those seats are a bitch on long drives. You mind doing me more?" he asked
It was a hell of a choice of words, but I realized he was completely unaware of the joke.
"No problem I said, as casually as I could.
"Cool" he replied and shifted position in anticipation, bracing himself against the wall again.
His eyes were still shut and his back was still to me so for the time being he couldn't see how turned on I was. I allowed myself to enjoy this scene with him as much as I could, after all this could be as far as I ever got with him and I wanted to savor it. I worked his lower back, getting a couple of knots out and allowed my hands to wander a bit further over his shoulders and his upper arms. I glided them down over the sides of his ribcage and waist and even the sides of his thighs. Every so often he'd let out a deep, contented moan in appreciation in his sexy baritone so I knew what I was doing was cool with him.
I absentmindedly watched myself soaping him up in the glass door again, a trim jock boy pawing over a bulky man god lit only by quickly extinguishing candles. It was like one of those sexy murals with just men that the tourists don't get to see in Pompeii. As I massaged and soaped him just above his ass, he shifted his weight so that both knees were locked and his feet were planted quite widely apart. This made his butt stick out a little and I appreciated the view. I checked out the profile of it in the glass door again and with some shock, I realized his cock was now be visible. He had a nice, thick tool rising up out of what looked like a big bush of golden curls. I couldn't see much detail beyond that (the curve of his thigh hiding his balls) other than he was uncut and... fuck, he was hard! His cock was jutting out in an upwards curve with a small pucker of foreskin at the end. It swayed a bit as I worked his muscles and I found I could press harder to one side to make it move.
With my mind reeling at this, I let my hands travel down farther until I was massaging the top of his ass. He became very quiet and didn't say anything so I let my hands go further and work his entire ass cheeks, even spreading them slightly as I worked. He didn't move. I had a strong urge to let my cock or fingers slide between those soaped up cheeks, but I knew I was walking a tightrope. The hard on could easily be just a combination of the beer, the pot, the massage, the shower, and the fact that he hadn't gotten laid in weeks after breaking up with his girlfriend. I thought I'd better sober up a little and step back from this dangerous game of chicken, but first one last discrete grope couldn't hurt before returning to the safety of his shoulders. I guess I groped too hard because he stiffened a little and stood up straight.
"Sorry" I muttered, red-faced with embarrassment and mortified at his reaction.
I was obviously not as subtle as I had hoped. I prayed he didn't take it as a betrayal by his straight buddy.
"No, it's cool," he said quickly, "I was actually hoping you'd do my legs but I feel stupid asking. I know it's kind of a fucked-up scene but I trust you, dud. And you're so damn good at this..." he said with a nervous laugh.
"I don't mind. We're good" I answered trying to sound as casual as possible.
The thought of getting my hands on those massive thighs and calves with his permission was too much to resist. I could probably work his ass more too, especially as he was obviously willing to consider that as part of his legs.
"Do you need more room?" he asked.
"I'm okay" I said.
I wasn't sure what he meant, but I was going to be as agreeable as possible.
"Ok. Just be careful kneeling down, the tub is pretty slick." he said, planting his legs widely apart and leaning forward on the wall again.
He thought I was going to kneel down behind him? Shit, sure! If it was his idea, who was I to argue?
I carefully got down on my knees and started to soap up those long, powerful legs. His calves were awesome – strong, round and supple. His beefy thighs were equally impressive. I massaged each by section at first – thigh, knee, calve and ankle. Then I started stroking the entire leg, one leg at a time from top to bottom sliding my hands around both sides of the leg. This was erotic in a new way for me, verging on muscle worship. It was intense and I was loving every second of it. He seemed to be enjoying himself too.
I began to allow my hands more freedom, fully incorporating his amazing mounds of ass into the full leg rubs, and letting my hand on his inner thigh travel a little higher and a little more forward each time. I took the chance of sliding around front a little too - over the light dusting of golden hair that covered his legs, matted down by the water but barely visible in the dim light. The sight of him in that dying candle light was amazing. He looked like a bronze god.
I began to let my hand slide into his ass crack a bit as I came right up to his waist from his ankles. Finally I let my hand stay between my legs until I reached the top of his inner thigh where his legs turned into his ass. He shuddered a bit and seemed to bend a bit more, squatting just slightly to open up. My fingertips brushed against the base of his balls, and I let them drag up his crack, lightly brushing what must have been his hole as well. At hat point, I was doing everything I could not to bury my face in that ass.
I slid forward a bit so I could work his other leg harder, straddling his foot with my knees leaving my hard cock again inches from his skin. I slid my hands right up, brazenly brushing the back of his balls again and up past his hole. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a movement and I realized he was watching me in the glass. Fuck it, he wasn't saying no so I pretended not to notice and massaged his thighs and ass more, slipping down to those hot calves every so often. This made him lean forward a bit and hang his head again which exposed his hole to me – directly in front of my face.
I looked up at the glass and realized he had bent forward not to show me his ass, but because he was watching my hands go up his legs from the front. I also realized that meant my own hairy legs and fully erect cock was in full view for him, as was his own hard uncut monster. Holy shit. He may have been enjoying it or he may have been stunned silent and thought I was molesting him or something. I kept forgetting my brain was swimming in beer and residual pot and I probably wasn't making the best choices. I was playing with fire.
Suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light that lit up the entire room in a blinding blue-white sheet. A crack of thunder sounded and I stood up abruptly, just as the last candle went out leaving us with only the light from the living room and a bit of a glow from the frosted window. The darkness was intense after the lightening and there was an awkward pause.
"Looks like the heat is breaking. Probably gonna be a hell of a storm now. We should hurry, this isn't the best place to be in an electrical storm" he said in a business-like way.
Without saying anything, he stepped forward and keeping his back to me, washed of the rest of the soap I had left on him, even quickly doing his ass crack. I quickly soaped up myself to get any last grime off in the meantime, pretending to be busy doing that to cover the uncomfortable silence.
"The water's going cold. You better rinse off quick," he said turning around but keeping his eyes trained on the towels outside the glass door.
He put a hand on my shoulder and guided me past him towards the water, without looking down or looking me in the eye. We shuffled past each other awkwardly in the tiny enclosure. He was so much taller and wider in the shoulders than I was, it was a tight fit. Suddenly I felt his cock poke my belly as he passed. He was still hard! I didn't want to embarrass him and tried to back away a bit but the shower wall was right there so I turned quickly instead, only to have my own dick slap his thigh with a smack. He stepped quickly aside and out of the tub, fumbling to reach a towel.
"Sorry man," he said, obviously very humilated "It's just the water."
"I know, me too. No biggie" I answered lamely.
"Speak for yourself" he laughed, toweling himself with his back to me.
He glanced back at me and grinned, breaking the tension a little. I didn't dare look down and neither did he. Instead he turned his back again and covered himself with his towel.
"I'm gonna shut the windows. Rinse of quick and get out of there. I'll meet ya in the bedroom" he said and left the bathroom, pulling the door shut behind him.
Despite the now cold water streaming down my, my cock was still hot and throbbing as I rinsed off, thinking about how I had finally seen and gotten my hands on this hunks body and how close I had come close I had come to doing even more. Another flash of lightening lit up the room followed more closely by a deafening burst of thunder. The storm was getting closer. I shut off the water and toweled off, my mind reeling. I knew I had to control my impulses and fight the beer enhanced urges I was having or there could be a hell of a storm inside the cottage that night as well.
To Be Continued...