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CHAPTER 4
There I stood, naked in Steve's master bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about how this is not how I expected my day to unfold. I turned the water on in the shower, tested the temperature and stepped in, shutting the glass door behind me.
I looked around at the men's products in the shower. These are what Steve used. The thought sent a little flutter of excitement through me. I popped open the men's shampoo bottle and envisioned that this is what Steve's dark head of thick hair must smell like. I dabbed a little on my hand and lathered it into my hair. All I was doing was taking a shower, but I couldn't help but feel anxious. I knew this was because of Steve's parting words a few minutes ago. "I'll see you in a minute", he had said.
He must have meant he was coming in the bathroom? We had talked downstairs and he definitely said he would show me what his coach had showed him. I replayed the scene in my head again and again, to make sure I was remembering it correctly. I let my imagination illustrate for me all the possible meanings of Steve's words.
A few minutes passed by. The steam inside the bathroom had almost completely engulfed the double vanity mirror. I contemplated the possibility that Steve had simply meant he'd see me after my shower. Though it seemed a more reasonable explanation, I so wanted it to not be. I decided I'd better actually clean up, after all I'd need to get home for dinner before long and I was still dirty from playing outside.
Just then, the bathroom door opened. I could see the doorway crack halfway open, and shut quietly, almost without a sound. I knew that it was Steve. I froze, unsure whether I should say or do anything. Then came the jingling of a belt buckle being unfastened, the sound of a pair of jeans being pulled down, hitting the floor. The beat of my heart seemed just as audible. Then the peeling off of socks and I saw Steve's arms go up in the air as he pulled his shirt of over his head. A shift in the light as he stepped toward the shower, toward me, his silhouette casting shadows on the foggy glass shower doors. He opened the sliding door, and stepped in to meet me, fully nude with that same warm smile and twinkle in his eye. I couldn't help myself and I did a full and complete once-over of his godlike manly physique.
That beautiful burly chest with a perfectly golden brown tan. He shaved most of his chest hair, but left a nicely trimmed amount between and around his toned pecs. His midsection was tight, but he didn't have a six pack. It was meaty but flat and toned, and as I gazed closer I saw a thin layer of lighter hair coating his entire torso. Steve's shoulders were broad and his arms were thick, complementing the girth in his neck and his pecs. It was a wonder to me that he wasn't on the packaging for men's underwear with a headshot that beautiful. Tall dark and handsome certainly fit him to a "t".
My eyes passed down, over his pelvic region, and hanging there between his trunk like legs was a perfectly shaped, thick golden brown cock that seemed halfway woken up. Steve trimmed his pubic hair similarly to the way he did his chest. There was enough hair there to do the job, but it in no way covered up or distracted from the prize that was his manhood. I had never before seen an adult man's penis with my own eyes, except for my father's years ago. It was so...robust. It made all those sculptures and paintings of naked men seem laughable. I guess I hadn't realized that a man's penis could be so thick, so...manly.
I took in the muscles on Steve's surprisingly hairy legs, all the way down to his ankles. Even his feet were perfect, and this was coming from someone with a strong distaste for feet. The toenails were clean and rounded the same way, and the hair on the tops of his feet complemented the hair on the rest of his body. From head to toe, Steve was a dream come true, and here he was, naked with me in the shower, standing face to face with me. I then realized he was seeing me naked as well. I blushed.
"Well, what do you think Bry?", he smiled, lifting up his arms at his sides as if to tell me it was ok to look, to drink it all in. "I uh..I'm"...uh oh here came the stuttering. "I like the view," I finished, smiling at how flabbergasted I must seem.
"You're allowed to touch", he said laughing, as he took a step closer to me. I stood only as tall as his pecs, so this seemed a logical place to begin. I grasped his right breast, then realized I had two hands and clasped them both simultaneously as I rubbed my hands across them. They were warm, firm and smooth. I felt my fully erect cock hit Steve's leg, and I looked up into his eyes. He smiled and grabbed my left hand, guiding it down his torso, silently instructing me to feel all of him. I complied, and knelt down a little as I felt all over Steve's beautiful body. I backed up a tad to allow him to better stand under the stream of the hot shower water, and water began falling all over me, running off of Steve's tight firm dad bod.
As I crouched down there, my eyes were directly at the level of his cock. I was too sheepish to address it, and I instead nestled my face in his crotch, feeling it's warmth as I ran my hands up and down his backside, feeling his tight glutes and the way the curves in his body shifted from flat to round, then flat again. There was so much to feel, to breathe in, to experience, and I suddenly wondered how I had gone so long never having done this, never having experienced what it felt like to appreciate a real man.
As I felt all over Steve, he ran his hands through my hair, down my shoulders, grasping at the muscles I had, then back up through my hair. It didn't feel like I was actually here, but rather watching two people from a distance. Steve directed my head back toward his erect cock and I knew what I was expected to do. I was grateful to him for pushing me to do what I wanted to do so badly. I stared directly at his thick cut cock and he gently massaged his fingers through my hair, telling me to proceed. Why did people use "dick" or "dickhead" as an insult? The male anatomy was such a beautiful thing and I was in momentary awe at how something so big could fit into a pair of pants without being seen.
I opened my mouth and put my lips around the tip of Steve's cock, feeling the warm and fleshy head, trying to fit it into my mouth little by little. I quickly realized that this was a much bigger task than I would have thought, literally. Steve just said "Open wider," and I opened wider. He held my head in place with one hands as his other rested on my shoulder. I shifted my position as I knelt to get a more comfortable angle on his cock. Steve thrusted a little more of his smooth cock into my mouth and I felt his manhood fill up my oral cavity, crawling toward my throat. He pulled out and I took a big breath.
"Good boy," I heard, as he guided my head with his hand to look up at his face. He seemed to appreciate what I done, and I was glad. He let go of my hair, patted my shoulder and told me to stand up. I did. Steve leaned in and kissed me on my lips. I had kissed girls before so I had an idea of what to do, or so I had thought. I suddenly realized that what I had thought was kissing was nothing compared to this. I closed my eyes in response, and it were as if my mouth knew what to do without my consent. I felt Steve's hand on the back of my neck and I leaned into it, allowing him to cradle me. His tongue was moving around inside mine and I kept my mouth still so as to accept it willingly. I allowed myself to suck on his tongue, feeling the similarity between this and what I had done with his cock.
I stood there enraptured in Steve's embrace, feeling seen, protected, and secure. I knew that there was so much I could learn from him. So much that Steve would be able to show me. "You're gonna be my good boy, aren't you?", he said, one hand on my head, the other around my waist. I looked up at Steve's warm blue-green eyes, and saw a hint of something I hadn't noticed before. Vulnerability. I wanted nothing more than to make him proud of me. "Yes sir", I replied, feeling as though less words were more. I never wanted this moment to end, and it seemed that he didn't either.
Steve was whispering almost in my ear as he said "I'm going to show you the bond between men that my coach showed me if it's something you want, Bry. Trust me and I'll trust in you."
"Ok", was the only word I could seem to find. I was still lost in the blue-green pool of his eyes. Not that I needed many words to begin with.
Within a few seconds I was back down on my knees with a mouthful of cock, as I decided to put some more practice in to better please my daddy.