I was awoken what seemed only minutes later by my master calling out to me. He was standing astride my bed, again, his form only vaguely silhouetted. He had apparently pulled back the covers and sheets to reveal me sporting a nocturnal erection. He ordered me to get out of bed and prepare for my next slave session. He stepped aside in the darkness and told me to walk straight-ahead 5 paces. After doing so, he slipped behind me and told me not to turn around. He said he had a flashlight. He told me that with the aid of his directed beam of light I was to walk out of the room, cross the hall, and enter the bathroom. As I obeyed, I noticed the lights in the hallway downstairs were off. Without the flashlight it truly would have been nearly pitch black. Once in the bathroom, he told me to wait where I was until he joined me there. By now, my erection was no longer nocturnal. Dripping pre-cum again, I wondered what erotic adventures he had in store for me. Would we perhaps shower together? In the bathroom behind me, he shone the flashlight at the bathtub and told me get in it and lay down as much in the center of the tub as I could facing up. As I carefully lifted my leg over the high ridge of the huge tub, my wet cock swaggered in the beam of light aimed on it. The surface was cold to the touch of the palm of my foot and I realized that the tub would feel cold to my nudity. As I lay down, I shivered with the stone coldness against my backside. He nearly shone the flashlight in my face the whole time he climbed in with me, careful not to step on me, his large bare feet straddling my firm love handles as he stood over me. Only old bathroom accoutrement could accommodate two people in this fashion. He told me to lie perfectly still as the flashlight snapped off and I heard a rustling of clothing on him. For a moment there was complete silence before I heard him let out a little cough and suddenly I heard and felt the piddling flow of warm water fall on my still excited genitals. The acrid odor alerted me to the fact that he was peeing on me. Slowly the stream of warm urine moved up my torso. Rather than be offended, I was enjoying another intensely intimate experience and welcomed the warm wetness spray on my cold dry epidermis. Eventually the stream fell full force on my face and I had to spit to keep from tasting the salty acridness. As the intensity of the stream diminished, it ended on my now drenched midsection. He told me not to move and he carefully climbed out of the tub. He told me to get up and lean against the wall opposite from the fixtures. He explained that now we were to shower, but he was to wash me. I was not to touch him at all. Following his instructions, he climbed back in the tub in front of me. He told me he would adjust the faucets to the right temperature. I heard the strain and squeal of turning faucets and the rush of warm water emitting from the showerhead. Again, he climbed out of the tub and drew the curtains. He told me to stand directly under the shower. The water flowing over me was just the right temperature. It felt great. I heard a rustling of clothes through the rushing water. He pulled back the curtain from behind me and this time climbed in where I had stood. I suspected that for the first time he was completely disrobed in my presence. Suddenly, I felt a bar of soap and his prodigious hands on me. It was thrilling to be attentively washed by another man from head to toe. He even lathered my hard cock and shampooed my adjacent bush. Before rinsing me off, he stuck the bar of soap up the crack of my ass and then fingered around my rectum to insure that I was clean to his satisfaction. When we were both out of the tub, he tossed me the large fluffy bath sheet I had encountered before and told me to towel myself off. When I finished, I was to cross the hall and walk into the bedroom from whence we came and sit at the bedside. I noticed that he did not directly cross into the bedroom but hurriedly walked down the hall presumably to another room.
Before I was ready to cross the hall myself, he had returned and pointed the flashlight into the bedroom to assist my walk to the bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, I heard him walk up to me. I felt him reach for my right hand and place it on his own fully hardened cock sticking out straight at me horizontally. It was an unbelievably pleasant re-acquaintance. In my other hand he shoved a tube of something. Presumably a tube of lubricant for he insisted that I squirt dabs of the stuff on to my fingers and spread it out over the whole length of his penis. I was then ordered to spread a towel he had handed me over the bottom-fitting sheet of the bed. He told me to climb over the towel on my hands and knees, doggy style. I felt the heave as he climbed on the bed behind me. I dreaded the event that was to take place next, but I believed it to be the ultimate test of my affection for men. I earnestly wanted to pass it. He told me that if I wanted, I could rest my head on a pillow, but the top of my head had to be resting against the brass bars. Instead of greasy fingers invading my butthole, I next felt him spread my ass cheeks with those brusque digits and then the unmistakable feel of his tongue skillfully flicking about that region. Rapturous new pleasures were mine again. I found myself thrusting my hips backward to meet the sweeping licks at such a sensitive spot. I gasped as he prodded his tongue into the bull's eye, parting the encirclement of my fortunate sphincter. Soon tongue was replaced with coated fingers, and my conditioned posterior greeted the stroking penetration with ease and pleasure. This welcome invasion was short lived.