Sitting in the shower the other day, I had a flashback to a wild shower I had a few years back. I was 29 and my lover and I had pretty much begun shacking out together. It was a Saturday morning and I was headed to a brunch with some friends. I left him sleeping in the bed as I crept into the shower.
I felt the water pour down on me and began feeling amorous. I soaped myself up and began stroking my dick. Tim entered the bathroom and could see through the etched glass of the tub enclosure exactly what I was doing. He slipped into the shower and when I heard the door move on its rollers, my heart leapt into my throat. I was hoping that he would wake and find me just as I was, stroking my hard on and panting.
He reached around and moved his hand on mine and began matching my strokes. I turned my head and found his mouth and tongue as we kissed deeply. My tongue traced his as I hungrily sucked it in.
His hard shaft, about 8 inches long and fat when fully extended, was pressed up against my ass and was slowly rising. I pushed back, pinning it between my ass and his thigh. I could feel it pulse and grow. His other hand reached for my balls, which he kneaded in the palm of his hand.
I let go of my hard shaft and reached around to caress his firm, hairy cheeks, pushing him close. His penis had reached almost full extension as it pushed against me. The blood rushed loudly in my veins and I felt myself getting dizzy from the heat and excitement. I was worried that I would collapse and crash through the glass enclosure. I told him I had to get out or I would soon do just that.
I didn't turn off the water, but followed him as he pulled me, dripping wet, by my dick, out of the shower. We didn't bother drying off as I went into the hall and then into the living room. He dropped to his knees and began sliding his tongue around my hard seven inches. Shivering in the relative coolness of the living room, I ran my hands through his wet mane of hair and watched as my dick disappeared into his expert mouth. I stroked his head softly as I let myself become mesmerized by the soft tonguing and rhythm of his sucking. I was transported to heaven.
I was groaning and moaning quite loudly as he forced my legs apart with his hand and began exploring my asshole with two fingers. I almost screamed as his fingers impaled me and then whimpered at how good it felt. He finger fucked me furiously and gulped my dick in such a fury, I began shouting that I was going to cum hard and soon I did. I could feel the tension build in the base of my rod and the impending eruption. He stroked and let the cum splash on his tongue and face, and it dripped from his beard. He laughed lustily as he sucked at my extremely sensitive head and I twitched uncontrollably. Both hands were on his head as I grinded my hips into his face.
I was desperate to reciprocate. But when I fished for his dick, he forcefully pushed me back on the couch. Pulling my legs apart, he slowly eased a condom on his dick and then waited for me to grab the shaft and direct it to my open ass. He loved it when I would take his rod and use it like a dildo, forcing it into me. I griped him hard and slowly circled my opening and occasionally pushed the flush head partially in. As I got the head in for about the third time, he pushed hard. I gasped and he was in.
With his knees on the edge of the couch he began pumping into me. I pulled and squeezed his nipples. He loved it when I talked dirty to him as he fucked me, so I began telling him what a great, fleshy rod he had and how much of a whore I was for his dick. He kept repeating, "Yeah, baby. Ohhh, yeah, baby." The veins on his chest, neck and head stood out as he strained. Before too long, his rhythm began sporadic and I knew he was going to shoot into me. His bals slapped at me and I reached down and gripped them tight and soon he came, screaming, "Oh sweet bitch!" I pulled his balls to match the spasms and he squirmed uncontrollably as he came for what seemed like minutes. Eventually, he just collapsed on me as his dick shrank in me.
I was really running late, so I managed to stagger into the shower, clean myself up. When I got out, he was wrapped in a blanket, sound asleep on the couch. I kissed him, got dressed and headed out.