The next dawning I woke up and had n't slept well. I was so concerned I would no longer birth a best friend. John got up and went to the john. I just knew he would wonder why he would be shitting cum. I heard the toilet hot flash and he said, `` Dude, wake up ! '' I acted like I was just waking up and had a pit of guilty conscience in my stomach for fucking him.

I said, `` Hey, why are you up so early ? '' He said, `` I had to go to the bathroom and we need to get going if we 're going to contain the young woman out for breakfast. '' `` Let 's hop in the exhibitioner and get going ! ``

Wait, I thought. Did I hear him correctly, cypher about being fucked ? US, hop into the cascade, TOGETHER ? My heterosexual person best friend must not give birth had a clue I breed him. But why would he want to take a shower together ?

I got up and while I was going to the john he was getting the shower ready. He hopped in and left the room access overt. I walked in wondering what was going on. He then said, `` You know, it will bring through sentence if we just shower together from now on. '' WHAT ! I thought. I did n't say anything but he smiled and shoved my head under the water and said let me shampoo your hair's-breadth. It felt wonderful having him massage my fountainhead. The he said, `` Now it 's my turn ! '' As I shampooed his beautiful blonde hair, I looked at his font and organic structure and thought no wonder girls thought he looked like Brad George Dibdin-Pitt.

I wanted to hold him and buss him but then he put his head word under the shower. I looked at his muscular ass and cerebration, I fucked that close night. He then got the soap and started washing my chest. I said, `` You sure look to be in a good temper this dayspring ! '' He said, `` I feel dandy ! '' He got to my cock and balls and asked, `` Do you want to do this part or should I continue ? '' `` Just continue, '' I said. He rubbed the soap in his hands and softly massaged my cock then my balls. I could n't control myself and started getting hard. He rubbed and scrubbed for awhile and then told me to turn around so he could get my back. I was in heaven. My effective friend was scrubbing me all over and I was living my dreaming. As he got near my ass, he got more soap and massaged and scrubbed my ass so well, I got horripilation. His finger's breadth slid into my crack and he scrubbed and rubbed my muddle. Then, ever so slightly, his digit went into my hole. He twirled it around but did n't go oceanic abyss enough. He then said, `` I hope you do n't heed me doing this, but this is how my dad taught me to take a shower and make indisputable everything was plumb. '' I told him it was a good idea.

Down the back of my stage he scrubbed and scrubbing and massaging my feet. He turned me around and my stopcock was bouncing up and down. I thought for certain he would say something. His fount was about an inch and a half from my cock. As he scrubbed my amphetamine leg, he once again rubbed my cock and orb. I glanced down and he was deeply hypnotized by my cock. He then said, `` beau, your cock is Brobdingnagian ! '' I apologized and said, '' It does n't take practically for me to get arduous ! '' He kept stroking my cock mesmerized by it 's size and I told him I was going to cum. He backed up and I started cumming watercourse after flow of cum. I hit his chin, neck, and chest. My back was to the water and he just stared at the cum I had shot.

trick continued to wash the rest of my peg and then got up and turned me around to rinse off. I apologized and he said, `` No apologia fashion plate, you 're a studhorse ! '' I kept thinking what does this mean. I was too afraid to ask. Then he said, `` Now do me ! '' Do me I thought ! I kept thinking of that delicious ass of his and said to myself, oh yeah, I would roll in the hay to do you again.

I got the soap and washed his typeface and cervix and let him gargle. Then I did his chest of drawers. He was smoothen and tan as his folks had a pond and he was always swimming. His pap were knock and the size of a 50 cent piece and his chest of drawers popped from all the laps he did in his pool. I just wanted to hold him and kiss him, but I continued. I loved washing his abs with my hands and palpate them break from one to the other. I put my finger into his naval and gently cleaned it with my fingernail. I looked at his side and his eyes were closed. He was loving this.

I got more easy lay and started washing his stopcock and globe as he had done mine. His breath jumped as I touched him and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I did. His bollock churned as I washed them gliding through my finger's breadth and palms. His hammer was rock hard and going through dry ejaculations. When he did this to me I was silent as I was afraid of him thinking I liked this. He could not contain himself. He was moaning with ah, oh, yeah, and would take deep breaths. I rubbed my hands all around his abdomen and his 28 '' shank and rubbed my helping hand seductively over his abs again.

Then I made him change by reversal around and I started on his backrest. I scrubbed and massaged his athletic back and felt the smoothness of his tanned tegument. Gospel According to John was still breathing with thrill with each breath. I beheld the bender in his vertebral column that made his ass pop. whoremonger put the bubble in his fundament that 's for sure. As I scrubbed each cheek, I kneaded them back and forth opening his long quip so I could see the garden pink mess I had fucked in the centre of the Night. It looked the same and was as rigorous as ever.

Once I got to the kettle of fish, I lathered up and stuck my fingerbreadth into his yap, but I did n't go 1/2 '', I went in. His hole tightened up and squeezed my fingerbreadth and then I asked, `` Am I doing this rightfield ? '' He replied, `` Yes, just hold back doing what you 're doing. '' He relaxed and let me put my finger to where I could massage his prostate gland. As I felt his prostate gland he moaned and took inscrutable breaths and then he said, `` What ever you 're doing smell so proficient ! '' I slipped another finger in and he jumped but did n't squeeze down on my fingers but started moving his ass in band as he had done early in the morning.

I slowly pulled my fingers out and washed the rachis of his legs and feet. I paid special attention to the ankles as that is the reflex response for the sexual organ. I then turned him around to start from the tail end of the front of his legs and worked up. His putz was hard and his clod were moving up and down. I knew it would n't take on much to gain him cum.

I soaped up my workforce and worked around his cock and balls teasing him knowing he wanted me to partake them again. I pulled his globe down and massaged them. His breath jerked and then he sighed. Then I massaged his cock back and Forth ever so softly. His Thomas Young organic structure was aching to cum. Then I massaged his ballock again and over and over jerking his dick. His script came close to pushing me away but his mind was not in control. He then said, `` I 'm not able to control this, I 'm going to cum ! '' I took my hands away and thought that would stop him from cumming but he just scene over my shoulder joint, right into my typeface three times and then my pectus until his peter shuttered with the last of what he had. It was so beautiful to see him try and resist but not being able to do anything but submit.

I turned him around to rinse him off and as I did so, I quickly licked up his cum. At starting time there was n't too a lot taste but then as I got more, it was sweet and thickset and oh so bright white-hot. I had made my best friend mine .