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

I said, `` Hey, why are you up so early ? '' He said, `` I had to go to the lavatory and we need to get going if we 're going to look at the daughter out for breakfast. '' `` Let 's hop in the exhibitor and get going ! ``

hold, I thought. Did I hear him correctly, nothing about being fucked ? US, hop into the shower, TOGETHER ? My straight best friend must not hold had a cue I breed him. But why would he want to take a shower together ?

I got up and while I was going to the bathroom he was getting the shower gear up. He hopped in and left the door open. I walked in wondering what was going on. He then said, `` You know, it will save 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 H2O and said let me shampoo your hair. It felt fantastic having him knead my top dog. The he said, `` Now it 's my turning ! '' As I shampooed his beautiful blonde hair, I looked at his face and body and thought no wonder girls thought he looked like Brad Pitt.

I wanted to hold him and osculate him but then he put his head under the shower. I looked at his muscular ass and thought, I fucked that close night. He then got the goop and started washing my chest. I said, `` You sure seem to be in a good humour this good morning ! '' He said, `` I feel great ! '' He got to my cock and balls and asked, `` Do you require to do this component or should I go on ? '' `` Just continue, '' I said. He rubbed the soap in his bridge player 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 move around around so he could get my back. I was in paradise. My best 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 goose pimple. His fingers slid into my crack and he scrubbed and rubbed my maw. Then, ever so slightly, his finger's breadth went into my fix. He twirled it around but did n't go deep 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 cascade and make indisputable everything was clean. '' I told him it was a good idea.

Down the binding of my peg he scrubbed and scrubbing and massaging my ft. He turned me around and my cock was bouncing up and down. I thought for sure he would say something. His case was about an inch and a half from my cock. As he scrubbed my upper leg, he once again rubbed my cock and orb. I glanced down and he was deeply hypnotized by my dick. He then said, `` Dude, your dick is huge ! '' I apologized and said, '' It does n't take much for me to get strong ! '' 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 stream of cum. I hit his mentum, cervix, and chest. My back was to the pee and he just stared at the cum I had shot.

trick continued to wash the rest of my stage and then got up and turned me around to rinse off. I apologized and he said, `` No apologia dude, you 're a stud ! '' 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 hump to do you again.

I got the soap and washed his face and neck and let him rinse off. Then I did his chest of drawers. He was polish and tan as his folk had a pocket billiards and he was always swimming. His nipples were tap and the sizing of a 50 cent piece and his chest popped from all the laps he did in his pool. I just wanted to hold him and buss him, but I continued. I loved washing his abs with my hands and feel them bump from one to the early. I put my finger's breadth into his naval and gently cleaned it with my fingernail. I looked at his side and his middle were closed. He was loving this.

I got more soap and started washing his cock and balls as he had done mine. His breathing time jumped as I touched him and I knew he was enjoying this as much as I did. His orb churned as I washed them gliding through my fingers and thenar. His cock was rock hard and going through dry interjection. When he did this to me I was silent as I was afraid of him thinking I liked this. He could not arrest himself. He was moaning with ah, oh, yeah, and would bring deep breaths. I rubbed my workforce all around his abdomen and his 28 '' waist and rubbed my hands seductively over his abs again.

Then I made him rick around and I started on his backbone. I scrubbed and massaged his athletic back and felt the smoothness of his tanned tegument. John was still breathing with shudder with each breathing time. I beheld the curvature in his book binding that made his ass pop. John put the bubble in his butt that 's for indisputable. As I scrubbed each keister, I kneaded them back and forth opening his long whirl so I could see the pink jam I had fucked in the eye of the dark. It looked the same and was as tight as ever.

Once I got to the cakehole, I lathered up and perplex my finger into his maw, but I did n't go 1/2 '', I went in. His trap tightened up and squeezed my finger and then I asked, `` Am I doing this right ? '' He replied, `` Yes, just restrain doing what you 're doing. '' He relaxed and let me put my finger to where I could rub down his prostate. As I felt his prostate he moaned and took deep breaths and then he said, `` What ever you 're doing look so in effect ! '' I slipped another fingerbreadth in and he jumped but did n't press down on my fingers but started moving his ass in set as he had done early in the morning.

I slowly pulled my fingers out and washed the spine of his legs and feet. I paid special attention to the ankles as that is the reflex for the sexual organs. I then turned him around to go from the bottom of the front of his legs and worked up. His shaft was concentrated and his orb were moving up and down. I knew it would n't adopt much to make him cum.

I soaped up my hands and worked around his cock and Ball teasing him knowing he wanted me to touch them again. I pulled his Ball down and massaged them. His breath jerked and then he sighed. Then I massaged his stopcock back and forth ever so softly. His young organic structure was aching to cum. Then I massaged his balls again and over and over jerking his tool. His hands came close to pushing me away but his mind was not in command. He then said, `` I 'm not able to insure this, I 'm going to cum ! '' I took my hands away and thought that would stop him from cumming but he just shot over my articulatio humeri, right into my look three times and then my chest until his cock shuttered with the finally of what he had. It was so beautiful to see him try and fend 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 first there was n't too much taste but then as I got more, it was Henry Sweet and thick and oh so bright white. I had made my best friend mine .