I was a little disoriented when I woke up Saturday morning. I don't remember how I got there but I was lying on the bed between Eric and Troy. Michelle was nowhere to be seen.
I sighed as I remembered the fun of last night and wondered what today might bring. I knew it wouldn't bring anything nice if I didn't take a bath right now so I quietly climbed over Troy and slipped off to the bathroom.
The bathroom of the cabin was tiny and the bathtub didn't take long to fill. I poured in a nice bubble bath and slipped into the hot water. Just as I began to relax, there was a tapping at the door. "I really gotta piss!" It was my man tell-it-like-it-is Troy.
"Well, if you don't mind me watching, c'mon in," I answered. The door opened instantly and in he came. He positioned himself over the toilet and I thought "hmm, he's so close I could just reach out and grab him. Wonder what he'd do?" Troy groaned as the water sprang from him, but when I reached out and took hold of his cock he stopped.
"What are you doing?" he demanded. "C'mon, I really gotta go!"
"Go," I answered. He gave me a funny look and resumed peeing. I felt the urine rush through his dick and while I had no desire to be bathed in pee, I thought it was pretty cool. Eventually, the flow slowed to a trickle. He took his dick in hand and gave a little tug and shake to empty out the ol' gopher.
"So what's up with that?" he asked.
"Oh nothing," I answered. "Just thought it would be fun. You have such a nice cock Troy. I don't usually see it when it's soft, though."
He chuckled and said, "After last night, I don't know if it will ever be hard again. I think my horse is dead!" We both laughed at that.
"Too bad there's not room in here for both of us," I sighed. "I'll tell you what, though. Your dead horse looks a little nasty from all the fun. Maybe I could wash him up for you?" With that I took the bar of soap and twirled it around in my hands to get them good and coated. I took Troy's dick in my hands and began to wash it.
"You're right, it is pretty nasty. You may have to wash it for a long time," he said a little breathlessly. I squeezed my soapy hands tightly around his cock feeling it start to grow as I did.
"Yes, I might have to wash it really, really fast, too," I said. My warm soapy fists had a nice effect on Troy's dick as it got hard very quickly. "What's this?" I exclaimed. "This is not a dead horse. This horse is alive! It's aliiiiiive!" I continued washing his shaft with one hand and moved the other to his balls and began to wash those, too.
Troy groaned and said, "keep doing that for 15 seconds to a half hour and I should be good."
I laughed and asked, "but how will I know if it's clean?" Troy answered, "oh, you'll know." He barely gasped that out as I was pumping his shaft and washing his balls. "Oh, oh shit!" It's clean," Troy moaned as a long rope of semen burst from his dick and splatted against the wall beside me.
"Cripes," I thought, "good thing that didn't hit me in the forehead. It would have knocked me out!" Troy spasmed two, three, four times and with each blast a little less cum spurted so by the end his jizz just mixed with the soapy foam on his dick.
"All nice and clean?" I asked. "Yes, but this time it's definitely dead."
I lay in my bath and watched as he scooped some of my bathwater up in his hands and washed the soap and cum from his beautiful dick which was now starting to go soft. He then took the towel and rubbed it dry. As he was pushing the towel upwards on his cock, some jizz oozed out of his hole. I quickly stuck out my hand and rubbed it off with my finger before he could waste it. I popped my finger in my mouth and sucked his jizz off of it. He gasped a little, then chuckled, hung up the towel and opened the door. "I think I'll get some more sleep," he said. "You're going to need it!" I yelled as he closed the door behind him.
