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This is the second installment of a new cycle involving our good friend, Mike...
--------------------------------------------------------- ... and led him upstairs.
Mike followed me to the master bathroom. When I reached into the shower to turn the water on, Mike said, "You know, we could put in a water recirculation pump so that we don't always have to wait for the water to heat up." Mike looked at me with concern. "What did I say? What's wrong?"
"Nothing wrong, Mike. I just liked the way it sounded when you said 'we'."
Mike put his arms around me again. "Aw, baby." (There it was again. 'Baby' I marveled.)
I shrugged out of Mike's embrace. "Enough of this horseshit. I need that cock." I grabbed Mike by the shoulders, and planted a quick kiss on his lips. (I could get used to this!) I caught a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror. Mike's broad back, with symmetrical patches of fine dark hair, which became coarser as it broadened out to cover his ass cheeks. I then saw the stupidly happy and dazed look on my own face. Before Mike could get too good a look at my idiotic face, I fell to my knees to admire Mike's front side. Mike had played football in college, and had the bullish build for it. His belly was a little rounder than a college athlete's, but his shoulders were broad, and his pecs were still strong and mostly flat. His nipples were almost invisible, lost in a dense forest of dark fur. The pelt narrowed slightly, then broadened out again over his belly, and from the waist down he was all muscles and hair. And that love muscle in the front was, as always, standing at attention.
I brought my face in to feel the scratchiness of Mike's pubes on my cheek, and licked a line from his navel to his cock. I took his prick into my mouth, and grabbed his ass to pull him in. Mike began slowly fucking my face, letting the full length of his dick slide back and forth over my tongue. Without letting him out of my mouth, I drooled on to my hand, and with the other took hold of his balls. Gently rubbing them with my thumb, I spread my spit between the globe's of Mike's backside with my wet hand. I worked a finger into the cleft, and found Mike's hole. I teased at it with my finger, and felt it twitch. I caught another ration of drool, and spread more of the lubricant at his entrance. I circled the opening and then managed to part it just enough to get my finger in to the first knuckle. Mike let out a gasp, and thrust his cock forward into my throat. His hole was too tight to go further. I flexed my finger slightly, then let it slide gently out of Mike's ass.
Mike drew his cock out of my mouth, and helped me up a standing position. "I think the water is hot enough now. I know I am!" Mike exclaimed, and pulled me into the shower stall. He turned me around, and bent me forward. I heard him work the pump on the shower gel bottle, and felt him spread the cool slippery liquid around my own asshole. Then his hand was replaced with his rigid cock, and he rammed it in. I put one hand on the wall of the shower in front of me, and pushed back to meet Mike's thrusts. I gathered some of the foamy lather that was dripping down behind my scrotum, and used it to rub my own hard prick as Mike pounded my ass with his. The hot water beat down on us, our bodies slick in the steamy stall. Mike reached around to pinch and knead my hard nipples, and I pushed back to meet his assault, harder and harder. "FUCK ME!" I bellowed.
"Take it, man! Take my FUCKING LOAD!" I felt Mike's cock spasm inside me, and it sent my cock into orbit, a splat of my cum hitting the wall in front of me. We continued pushing into and against each other, as each wave of our shared pleasure rolled over us in the hot spray. Mike's cock pulsed inside me, and I felt the internal heat of each spurt of Mike's cum. I was in a world of white hot spunk - inside - outside - pouring down on us from the showerhead, filling my hole from Mike's cock, flooding the floor of the shower from mine. We were both gasping in rough lungfuls of the steam. It went on and on, a thousand forevers, a thousand orgasms all rolled into one unending cry of triumph.
"FUCK!" We both howled together. As we started to catch our breath, Mike kept his arms around me; we were holding each other up from falling, from circling the floor drain along with the lather of body wash, sweat, and cum. We stayed linked together by the thick throbbing umbilicus of Mike's cock, still more than semi-erect, still pulsing inside me with every beat of his heart. When he finally popped free, the intensity of the loss was almost too much to bear, but Mike's arms were still wrapped around me, and I was comforted. Finally, we rinsed off and left the stall.
"Is it always going to be like this now?" Mike asked.
"God, I hope so." I smiled, and kissed him. "But I've got to get back to work." We patted each other dry, and helped each other get dressed. I gave Mike the spare key to the house, showed him where there was free space in the closet and dresser drawers, and returned to the office to finish out the workday.
--------------------------------------------------- to be continued...