Suddenly, a wave of desire overtook us, the whirling undertow of sexual tension washing all previous thoughts of prudence from my mind. It was the crescendo of besotted agitation after a long day of admiring each others bodies while lugging moving boxes. Finally letting desire take its course, we stood in unison from the couch, grabbed the others hand, and said "shower."
Being our first night in the apartment, neither of us had used the shared upstairs bathroom yet. It was massive by urban apartment standards, and the two upstairs bedrooms had direct access rather than a door in the hallway. Some of the other features in the bath included a private toilet area. Two vanity areas with sink and ample storage.
But the best part was the two person shower with rain heads, body sprays, and hand held sprays. As we climbed the stairs, I remembered that towels were in a box by the kitchen island. Separating myself from Dave, I went back down and grabbed a couple, placing them under my arm. I also picked up our clothes and then returned to the spot where Dave had remained watching my activity.
Not sure what to make of this, Dave shrugged and put his hand on my ass when I reached the step above his. As we made the last step before the landing, I brought his shirt up to my nose and drank in the fragrant scent of his sweat. Catching my idea, Dave took my shirt from the pile and did the same, rubbing his face with it too. I stopped at the laundry closet and put the socks and shorts down, took the shirt from Dave, laid it on top of the pile with my own. Tossing the towels toward the open bedroom doorway was the last thing I had to do to free my hands.
Placing my fingers into the waist band of Dave's underwear, I paused to let him catch up to me. Instantly, he received the message and placed his hands on top of mine to help slide the underwear from his body. Seductively, I pushed the material from his hips to just below his Adonis belt. His raging cock trapped in the pocket created by the movement. I slowly pulled the elastic forward until his shaft was visible.
Dave was vibrating with anticipation and released my hands to let them finish the job. Pulling the material out still further his cock was suddenly freed and slapped against his body, releasing a big pearl of pre which spilled over and began to run down his shaft. I lowered myself on one knee to finish pulling the ball-pouch trunks to the floor. Meeting his cock now at eye level I drank in the sights and smells of my new lover.
Time slowed with a few whiffs of Dave's musk. My eyes followed the line of pre which had now made it to the top of his balls and was disappearing into the soft downy blond fuzz covering his scrotum. My mouth instinctively watered and opened as my tongue took my first taste of Dave. Starting at the hairline, I licked up the line of pre to its source.
Curling my lips I eagerly popped his cherry head into mouth and gave it a few tentative sucks. "Oooooooh" Dave softly cooed. "I don't want you to stop... but stop before I cum. I want linger with you a while." Dave obviously having huge willpower gripped my upper arms and helped me stand. Dave then erotically commanded, "Now strip so I can see ALL of you." He wasn't overtly forceful in tone, just confident in what he wanted.
Turning away from Dave I resumed to seductively lower the underwear and kick them away. My raging cock was at full mast and a pearl of pre cum ran down the side of my head. "One" Dave counted, "Two" I counted, "Three" we said in unison. I turned back to revel in the amazing sight I had imagined these months, this time unashamedly staring. There was Dave in all his glory, as magnificent as I had hoped from the earlier glimpse this morning. I scanned his feet, up to his hewn thighs and then his crotch.
My eyes beheld again the most shapely set of balls. Just above those beauties began a thick shaft anchored in the most beautiful dark blond bush. The soft curls framing his package and highlighting the slight curve as his cock extended a good seven inches to the tip. Like his nipples the flesh was a pleasant sun kissed cinnamon-sugar brown, in fact there wasn't a tan line to be found.
Dave extended his hand to caress my red, swollen, dripping cock. His touch, the first from a male lover, made me gasp and he quickly withdrew. "I'm sorry." Dave stammered. So I leaned in to kiss his lips and draw our bodies close. "Don't say sorry," I whispered in his ear, "it was just the anticipation overpowering the moment. Let's get out of this hallway and into the shower." As I turned to walk into the bedroom I let my hand fall and grip Dave by his cock, puling him along.
We kicked the towels ahead of us reaching the bathroom door where we paused to make out. We grasped each other in a mutual bear hug, finding the others ready lips and probing each others mouth with feverish intensity. As we kissed our dicks rubbed together between our bodies. The sensation of his stiff rod against my corona was intense and thrilling. We both were leaking pre cum and the longer this action lasted the slicker we became.
Frantically we began to press or cocks together, grinding our hips and moaning into each others mouth. The sound of our phones chiming downstairs broke the trance for only a second, but long enough to bring us out of that embrace only seconds before one or both of us would have cum.
Not caring about the text message we finally moved to the shower turning on one of the rain shower heads. It only took a minute for the warm water to arrive. We were kissing again as I stepped under the water first. "Wait" Dave said and wheeled around, "soap" he called over his shoulder as he ran from the room, dick slapping his belly as he ran.
I heard him on the stairs bare feet smacking every other tread as raced down and back up with a gym bag. Unzipping the bag he produces two bottles, body wash and shampoo. He stood and then leaned back, pushing them out like trophies to be appreciated. I teasingly scolded him, "Dave you are a goof, get your hot ass in this shower!" Neither of us had lost our erection or desire to envelop the other in warm touches.
Dave started vocalizing his fantasy about us. "Liam, please wash my hair." I was compliant, dispensing shampoo into the palm of my left hand then I pushed him under the gentle stream of water. We are about the same height so I was able to reach his scalp, drizzling the shampoo onto his head and massaging it in with my finger tips. I spun him slowly so I could was the back of his head, then pulled him close, my aching cock finding a waiting place at the crack of his ass.
