Jason, a tanned Adonis, was a little hairier than me. He had chest hair, he could obviously grow a beard (which I can't), but was clean shaven, and his legs and crotch were a lot darker with fur than me, though it was obvious he trimmed himself, a fact I appreciated. He was shorter than me by just an inch or two, but broader in the shoulder, firmer in the torso. He was a dance major and had the body to prove it. His legs were lean, his body lithe, his whole being light, graceful and precise. His member was about the same length of mine, plus some change. It WAS thinner, but the head was the same size as mine, giving it a kind of cute, comical, cartoony look. I loved it.
But what I was really intrigued by was what lay under his erection. His balls were enormous! I felt a quiver of intense longing.
I have a bit of a confession. I have a cum fetish. I love pretty much every aspect of sperm. Watching men cum on women, men, themselves, a napkin, a table, in mouths, on faces, on breasts, on chests, creampies (anal or vaginal), on cocks, in hair, it's all wonderful. My favorite porn is cum-compilations. Especially facially themed ones. Watching the expressions of the people getting spunked on is such a joy that I often mimic the person's face as I watch, stroking myself desperately. The receiver never has the same expression. Sometimes it's rapture, sometimes rage, sometimes boredom, or surprise, it's always different and it's always lovely. I love being on all sides of the jizz too. I'm just as excited to watch myself splatter someone as I am being splattered upon.
When I saw Jason's low, large, luscious balls, I knew he was just waiting to unleash it all for me.
A touch to my chin brought me back to reality and made me realize I was staring. I let the hand draw my face back up to look at Jason's smile. "Is this ok?" He asked.
I snickered quietly, and wrapped my arms around his neck. "This is perfect." I pulled him into a light kiss, right in the middle of the hot water spray, and as the kiss deepened, so did the connection of our bodies. It started with just our mouths, and as our arms wrapped around each other, we drew each other closer and closer. With our cocks erect and pointing at each other, they were the first to touch, and we both laughed around each other's mouths as the initial touch made us both jump a little. We pushed ourselves together from there, our dicks sliding against each other until we had them pressed up tight in between our stomachs, side by side, our chests pressed tightly to each other, our tongues playing along teeth, lips and the tips of the other. I felt thrill after thrill as a movement by one of us made our low hanging testicles touch. It was like what was building up inside them was yearning to mix already.
We stayed like that for a little while, just enjoying the contact until Jason made the first move. His left hand stayed wrapped around the back of my neck, keeping my mouth locked on his as his right hand slid up and down my back, his fingernails lightly scratching, sending goosebumps up and down my body, despite the heat of the water. His hand ventured lower and lower until it reached the top of my ass when he suddenly grabbed my right cheek, his fingers almost in my crack, and pushed me into the wall of the shower. His kisses became deeper and more primal, his breathing the same. I could feel our dicks sliding against each other and against our stomachs in the slickness of the wet and I almost lost myself in it.
But I let it go on for only a bit longer before pulling my mouth away a bit. I smiled slightly and pulled his ear to my mouth. "I thought we were going to get sudsy." I licked at his earlobe and kissed his jawline. He shivered and then pulled back himself, smiling broadly. I shook my head. I could get used to a smile like his. It could be sweet, it could be sexy, I bet it could've even been sad, but for now it was just broad faced joy, plain and simple.
He nodded. "That we are," he murmured.
