NOTICE: All characters depicted in the story are above the age of 18. All foreplay is consenting, do not participate in this foreplay if there arent any aprties involved that are consenting.
Note: I apologize for taking so long guys I have been busy, I'm glad you guys have been liking it so far. I will for sure culminate the story by the holdays and send it off!
Enjoy ;)
The shower head gushed out water.
A hopeful foreshadowing.
Steam embedded the ambience in the shower rooms. But an overpowering aura was the testosterone oozing off of this man. The energy was at an insane altitude.
"Strip"
I froze. No one has ever seen me naked.
...why would that be a fucking surprise of course I am a virgin. Shocker.
"Did I say stand there and look stupid?" he said, "STRIP!"
My psyche wants to resist his command but we both knew with us two alone it would not be a good idea to get on his bad side. The thrill of seeing how far he'd go if I disobeyed lingered at my fingertips that were touching the seams of my pants, but I was too instinctive about his command to simply back trap and suddenly have free will.
"My underwear too?"
He turns from facing the shower with a stank face as if I basically asked HIM to do something for me.
"You want this?" He spread his arms open and tensed his torso to engrave his glistening muscles tightly," all of this?"
I nodded, slightly slurping the drool off of my mouth.
"Then you better fucking listen and obey my every word or you'll never get the chance to worship this alpha body ever in your life you runt."
Quickly I unbuttoned my shirt. My fingers quaking are the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Each loosened button leading me closer and closer to absolute vulnerability before this muscle stud I never thought I'd get to even share a shower with.
"C'mon,"he smirked,"let's see it."
I slowly pulled my underwear off to reveal my hard on, pricked up at the stand, saluting it's commander.
"There it fucking is!" he laughed," not to fucking shabby bud."
Bud. Huh.
He stepped into the narrow shower pod, his frame engulfing the area. He pulled out his hand to lead me in and he yanked me into his chest.
"Get over here," he grunted and clasped my head with his hand and forced my face in between his pecs.
"Suffocate you with that fucking chest," he mumbled under his breath. My face bobbled left and right as he bounced his pecs.
"Yeah yeah!"he laughed,"turning your brain even more into mush."
And he was right, all that was on my mind was that I couldn't breath and I was getting dizzy but being pressed into his body was even better than breathing.
He released me from his grasp and reached for his body wash as I caught my breath.
"Wash my back boy," he said.
I squeezed the bottle and spread the body wash all over the ridges of his diced back. I dug my fingers on his muscle making sure each and every crevice gets cleaned out.
"Fuck yeah," he moaned," get all up in there."
He raised his arms to his sides and did a double bicep pose, I reached over his peaks and gripped them as hard as I could.
He chuckled at the sight of my not being able to wrap my hand around the baseball bicep. His back swelled as he flexed leading my hands to travel to the middle and feel his turtle shell of a back.
"Lick my back," he said.
