As we walked to the bathroom, it dawned on me that what we had already experienced was unlike anything that I had ever seen in the gay porn selections on line. It was soft, sensual, honest and filled with passion. More importantly, it was real - two real men, pushing the far side of middle age, discovering the joy and excitement of confiding in each other, sharing thoughts that they had kept to themselves most of their lives.
My new friend reached over to turn on the water and took some time to adjust the temperature. I had a wonderful view of his ass, round and soft, with his balls hanging just below. I studied the beautiful crack between his cheeks. Somewhere at the bottom of the cleft, lay hidden his rosebud. I wondered what it looked like. My thoughts were interrupted when he turned to me and suggested that it was time for me to get out of my clothes.
He reached to pull my t shirt up and over my head, and then slid my cycling shorts down, revealing my cock, still stiff as a result of the activity in the other room. Then he leaned over to help me remove my socks. Standing beside me, he guided me into the front of the tub before stepping in behind me.
"I want to show you how much I appreciate what you just did," he said. As he lathered up a washcloth and began washing my back. The warm water running over my body and the touch of his hand gently massaging my muscles with a soapy washcloth was relaxing in so many ways.
I could feel his cock pocking me from behind and he reached around and began washing my chest, his body touching mine. He took great care to be gentle around my nipples, and then he slid his hand down, across my belly. My cock jumped when he circled it with his palm, no washcloth at this point, just his soapy, slippery hand sliding down my cock before gently fondling my balls. His cock was now snuggled between the cheeks of my ass. Obviously, he had rubbed soap on it as well because it slid so smoothly up and down my crack.
As a married man, and one who appreciated the beauty of the female form, I had no problem identifying what it meant for a woman to be sexy, but I never quite understood what women identified as sexy in a man, and I certainly had never experienced the feeling of actually being sexy. For the first time in my life, there in that shower, with my friend's hands enjoying my body, I felt sexy. I felt like I had the ability to turn on the man behind me, and I relished the experience.
He whispered to me that when we got done, he had a special pair of panties that he wanted me to put on. I smiled and told him that I was eagerly anticipating the feel of them, but that I was not quite ready to leave the hot water, and even though I was facing forward, I sensed that he too was smiling.
Next I felt one of his soapy hands on my ass, rubbing my cheeks and then sliding between then, inching downward. I spread my legs a part, signaling that I did not want him to stop but rather, that I wanted him to continue downward, to explore. Soon after, I felt a jolt of excitement as his finger grazed my asshole. So that there could be no mistake, I told him that I wanted to be clean everywhere for him.
