...I had forgotten about Booboo, again, when I heard him say "Looks like I missed the finale. Oh well, at least I made it back in time for the clean-up."
With that, I felt him lean over the back of the couch and lick, slowly and firmly, across my stomach and down to my groin. Noisily slurping up the little puddles of cum before drawing my cock into his mouth and sucking out the rest of my smooth, white juice. His attention caused my ass to constrict and relax around the now semi-hard dick of Yogi. As he finished milking the last drop of cum out of me, Booboo grabbed a warm, damp towel (I soon found out he had stacked several towels, wet and dry, on the table behind the couch) and ran it around my now empty balls, and across my stomach and chest. The warm water felt good, but (with Yogi's dick getting softer and softer, and threatening to slip out altogether) I was more in the mood for a shower, so I asked if I could use their tub or shower stall to clean-up.
"You're not leaving already, are you?" asked Yogi as I sat up, enjoying the feeling of his dick wiggling around inside me as I moved. Reaching down between my legs, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze and replied, "I don't know, maybe." all the while planning on taking off as soon as I cleaned up (after all, the fun was over, why stick around?).
As I climbed to my feet, his slowly softening cock slithered out of me, sending another wave of pleasure through my body, and making me rethink my plan to leave... Still, we had both blown our loads, so it would be awhile before anything else would happen, and I was never good at the small-talk and sitting around that accompanied the wait for another go-round. I squeezed his balls again, then straitened up and followed Booboo.
I only had to follow for a few steps, to a door to the right of the mirror. Booboo opened it and waved me in. My first impression of the shower-room was that of a camp-ground shower, a 10'x6' room with a sink and mirror (on my left as I walked in), and a shower-head that stuck out of the opposite wall. No tub, no curtain, just the sink, shower, and drain! There was only one redeeming feature, the walls and floor, at least, were not bare concrete.
The walls were the typical white, vinyl paneling that normally surrounds a tub or shower, except that it wrapped around the entire room, greatly augmenting the overhead lights. (In fact, this room was almost as bright, if not brighter, than the "playroom" had been.) The floor was also white, and seemed to be made out of some type of soft, rubber (or rubberized material). It gave just a little when I stepped on it, and wasn't as cold, or slippery, as tile or cement.
Booboo walked back to the shower-head, adjusted the water control knob, and the turned the water on. I figured that he was just adjusting the water, and was planning to leave, but instead he climbed under the stream himself and started to rub down. I stood there for a second, unsure of what to do, before Booboo said, "Don't be shy now, there's plenty of room in here for your hot body to join me." I was still hesitant, then it occurred to me that we'd had our dicks in each others mouth, what was the harm in a shared shower?
The water felt wonderful, almost (but not quite) too hot, with a lot of water pressure. As soon as I stepped into it I could feel my muscles, which had been sore from the exertions of the last hour, start to relax. I stood there for several seconds, luxuriating in the feel of the hot liquid as it washed across me and drove the tension and weariness from me, before I even thought of starting to actually wash. It occurred to me that I hadn't brought any soap, but about that time I noticed a wall dispenser that I had missed earlier, so I pumped a couple of squirts of scented, liquid soap out of it and stepped out of the main water stream to lather up and let Booboo rinse himself off again.
By the time I'd worked up a good lather, Yogi had joined us and was just finishing his wet-down. We traded places easily, and I rinsed the soap out of my hair, and off my body, noticing that the water had been turned down just slightly, so that it was warm rather than hot. I finished rinsing, stepped out of the water, and was just about to reach for more soap, when I heard Booboo say, "I think you missed a spot." and reach his soapy hands down to gently caress my balls before sliding them over to my thigh and then down my leg, one hand inside and one out, leaving a trail of lather in his wake.
"I see what you mean," added Yogi as he soaped up his hands then proceeded to work on the other leg, even as Booboo was moving back up his side. Both of them squatted there, on either side of me, and made several passes up and down, covering my legs with a thick layer of soap lather. At the top of each trip, they would run one hand up over my balls and cock, pulling gently on it at first until it hardened, then stroking it and pumping hard on each pass. While they jerked me off in front, the palm of their other hand would slide along my butt cheek, with the fingers tracing the path of my crack all the way from my ball sack up to my tail bone and back down again.
I heard Yogi say that I should lean up against the wall, so I complied. Turning so that I faced the wall, I leaned into it and spread my legs apart, just slightly more then shoulder width, and gave myself up to enjoying their combined attention. They both stood now, Booboo to my right and Yogi to my left, and moved their hands up to my chest and back, but still fingering and stroking me when their hands were in the area. More and more, their hands lingered in those key areas. Booboo was now using two hands to stroke and fondle my balls and cock, while Yogi ran his left hand up and down my back and kept his right across my ass, slowing working the middle finger into my hole as I squirmed and moaned.
That one finger was soon followed by a second, then a third, driving me to distraction as he worked them around in a small circle inside my ass. Needing a release, I brought my own hand down to Booboo's already hardening dick and was quickly rewarded by feeling him swell up to full hardness as my hand stroked up and down.