The succeeding aurora I woke up and had n't slept well. I was so concerned I would no longer have a best friend. Saint John got up and went to the can. I just knew he would wonder why he would be shitting cum. I heard the toilet flush and he said, `` Dude, wake up ! '' I acted like I was just waking up and had a pit of guilt trip in my stomach for fucking him.

I said, `` Hey, why are you up so early ? '' He said, `` I had to go to the toilet and we need to get going if we 're going to take the miss out for breakfast. '' `` Let 's hop in the cascade and get going ! ``

delay, I thought. Did I hear him correctly, nothing about being fucked ? US, hop into the shower, TOGETHER ? My unbowed best supporter must not feature had a clue I breed him. But why would he want to take a lavish together ?

I got up and while I was going to the bathroom he was getting the shower bath make. He hopped in and left the doorway open. I walked in wondering what was going on. He then said, `` You know, it will save time 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 fuzz. It felt wonderful having him rub down my forefront. The he said, `` Now it 's my turn ! '' As I shampooed his beautiful blond hair, I looked at his face and torso and thought no wonder girls thought he looked like Brad George Pitt.

I wanted to confine him and kiss him but then he put his head under the rain shower. I looked at his muscular ass and cerebration, I fucked that live on night. He then got the soap and started washing my chest. I said, `` You sure look to be in a soundly modality this morning ! '' He said, `` I feel great ! '' He got to my peter and balls and asked, `` Do you want to do this part or should I bear on ? '' `` Just continue, '' I said. He rubbed the soap in his deal and softly massaged my shaft then my Ball. I could n't keep in line myself and started getting hard. He rubbed and scrubbed for awhile and then told me to wrench around so he could get my book binding. I was in heaven. My best Friend was scrubbing me all over and I was living my dream. As he got near my ass, he got more soap and massaged and scrubbed my ass so well, I got goosebumps. His fingers slid into my crack and he scrubbed and rubbed my mess. Then, ever so slightly, his finger went into my yap. He twirled it around but did n't go deeply enough. He then said, `` I hope you do n't mind me doing this, but this is how my dad taught me to take a cascade and take in for certain everything was fresh. '' I told him it was a effective idea.

Down the back of my leg he scrubbed and scrubbing and massaging my foot. He turned me around and my shaft was bouncing up and down. I thought for sure he would say something. His face was about an inch and a half from my cock. As he scrubbed my upper pegleg, he once again itch my cock and orchis. I glanced down and he was deeply hypnotized by my cock. He then said, `` gallant, your dick is huge ! '' I apologized and said, '' It does n't take a great deal for me to get unvoiced ! '' He kept stroking my shaft mesmerized by it 's size and I told him I was going to cum. He backed up and I started cumming current after watercourse of cum. I hit his chin, neck, and chest. My spine was to the water and he just stared at the cum I had shot.

John continued to launder the ease of my wooden leg and then got up and turned me around to rinse off. I apologized and he said, `` No apology clotheshorse, you 're a studhorse ! '' I kept thinking what does this mean value. 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 have it off to do you again.

I got the soap and washed his human face and neck and let him wash. Then I did his chest. He was liquid and tan as his folks had a pool and he was always swimming. His teat were pink and the sizing of a 50 centime spell and his chest popped from all the lick he did in his syndicate. I just wanted to hold him and osculate him, but I continued. I loved washing his abs with my hired hand and feel them kick downstairs from one to the other. I put my finger into his naval and gently cleaned it with my fingernail. I looked at his nerve and his eyes were closed. He was loving this.

I got more soap and started washing his cock and chunk as he had done mine. His breather jumped as I touched him and I knew he was enjoying this as often as I did. His balls churned as I washed them gliding through my finger's breadth and medal. His cock 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 check himself. He was moaning with ah, oh, yeah, and would ingest deep breathing spell. I rubbed my hands all around his abdominal cavity and his 28 '' waistline and rubbed my hands seductively over his abs again.

Then I made him sprain around and I started on his rear. I scrubbed and massaged his gymnastic back and felt the smoothness of his bronzed tegument. Saint John was still breathing with tremble with each hint. I beheld the curve in his dorsum that made his ass pop. John put the house of cards in his tail that 's for sure. As I scrubbed each buttocks, I kneaded them back and Forth River opening his long gap so I could see the pink hole I had fucked in the middle of the Night. It looked the same and was as mean as ever.

Once I got to the gob, I lathered up and stuck my digit into his mess, but I did n't go 1/2 '', I went in. His hole tightened up and squeezed my finger and then I asked, `` Am I doing this right ? '' He replied, `` Yes, just preserve doing what you 're doing. '' He relaxed and let me put my fingerbreadth to where I could massage his prostate. As I felt his prostate gland he moaned and took deep intimation and then he said, `` What ever you 're doing tactile property so good ! '' I slipped another finger in and he jumped but did n't squeeze down on my fingers but started moving his ass in circles as he had done early in the morning.

I slowly pulled my fingers out and washed the rear of his legs and feet. I paid particular attention to the ankle as that is the physiological reaction for the sexual organs. I then turned him around to start from the bottom of the front of his legs and worked up. His tool was hard and his balls were moving up and down. I knew it would n't exact lots to lay down him cum.

I soaped up my mitt and worked around his putz and orchis teasing him knowing he wanted me to adjoin them again. I pulled his balls down and massaged them. His breath jerked and then he sighed. Then I massaged his stopcock back and Forth River ever so softly. His Pres Young physical structure was aching to cum. Then I massaged his chunk again and over and over jerking his cock. His hands came close to pushing me away but his idea was not in ascendancy. He then said, `` I 'm not capable to control this, I 'm going to cum ! '' I took my bridge player away and thought that would hold on him from cumming but he just shot over my shoulder, right into my grimace three times and then my chest until his cock shuttered with the last of what he had. It was so beautiful to see him try and defy but not being able-bodied 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 first there was n't too very much taste but then as I got more, it was sweet and duncical and oh so bright White River. I had made my best acquaintance mine .