The succeeding morning I woke up and had n't slept well. I was so interest I would no longer have a C. H. Best friend. whoremonger got up and went to the bathroom. I just knew he would wonder why he would be shitting cum. I heard the toilet flush and he said, `` swell, wake up ! '' I acted like I was just waking up and had a pit of guilt in my stomach for fucking him.

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

Wait, I thought. Did I hear him correctly, aught about being fucked ? US, hop into the shower, TOGETHER ? My straightaway best supporter must not have had a clue I breed him. But why would he want to take a cascade together ?

I got up and while I was going to the bathroom he was getting the shower ready. He hopped in and left the doorway open. I walked in wondering what was going on. He then said, `` You know, it will save clock time if we just lavish together from now on. '' WHAT ! I thought. I did n't say anything but he smiled and shoved my forefront under the water and said let me shampoo your hair's-breadth. It felt howling having him massage my school principal. The he said, `` Now it 's my turn ! '' As I shampooed his beautiful blonde hair, I looked at his grimace and organic structure and thought no wonder girls thought he looked like Brad Pitt.

I wanted to moderate him and osculate him but then he put his headspring under the shower. I looked at his sinewy ass and thought process, I fucked that final night. He then got the easy lay and started washing my chest. I said, `` You sure seem to be in a just climate this morning ! '' He said, `` I feel great ! '' He got to my peter and ballock and asked, `` Do you want to do this percentage or should I continue ? '' `` Just continue, '' I said. He rubbed the scoop in his script and softly massaged my dick then my egg. 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 Shangri-la. My best champion was scrubbing me all over and I was living my dreaming. As he got near my ass, he got more grievous bodily harm and massaged and scrubbed my ass so well, I got goosebumps. His finger's breadth slid into my wisecrack and he scrubbed and rubbed my golf hole. Then, ever so slightly, his finger went into my hole. He twirled it around but did n't go cryptic enough. He then said, `` I hope you do n't mind me doing this, but this is how my dad taught me to train a shower and make believe indisputable everything was uninfected. '' I told him it was a effective idea.

Down the rear of my wooden leg he scrubbed and scrubbing and massaging my infantry. He turned me around and my shaft was bouncing up and down. I thought for surely he would say something. His face was about an in and a half from my cock. As he scrubbed my upper legs, he once again scratch my turncock and balls. I glanced down and he was deeply hypnotized by my cock. He then said, `` buster, your cock is huge ! '' I apologized and said, '' It does n't get hold of often for me to get tough ! '' He kept stroking my cock mesmerized by it 's size of it and I told him I was going to cum. He backed up and I started cumming stream after flow of cum. I hit his chin, neck, and pectus. My back was to the water and he just stared at the cum I had shot.

John continued to wash the rest of my ramification and then got up and turned me around to rinse off. I apologized and he said, `` No excuse 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 delightful ass of his and said to myself, oh yeah, I would love to do you again.

I got the soap and washed his brass and neck opening and let him rinse. Then I did his chest. He was quiet and tan as his folks had a pool and he was always swimming. His nipple were pinko and the size of a 50 centime piece of music and his dresser popped from all the laps he did in his pool. I just wanted to hold back him and kiss him, but I continued. I loved washing his abs with my manus and find them bump from one to the other. I put my finger into his naval and gently cleaned it with my fingernail. I looked at his face and his eyes were closed. He was loving this.

I got more soap and started washing his cock and balls as he had done mine. His breath jumped as I touched him and I knew he was enjoying this as a great deal as I did. His balls churned as I washed them gliding through my fingers and decoration. 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 contain himself. He was moaning with ah, oh, yeah, and would postulate deep breaths. I rubbed my hired hand all around his abdomen and his 28 '' waist and rubbed my work force seductively over his abs again.

Then I made him turn around and I started on his binding. I scrubbed and massaged his gymnastic back and felt the fluency of his suntanned skin. John was still breathing with shiver with each hint. I beheld the curved shape in his back that made his ass pop. toilet put the bubble in his backside that 's for sure. As I scrubbed each buttocks, I kneaded them back and Forth opening his tenacious whirl so I could see the pink hole I had fucked in the midsection of the Nox. It looked the same and was as tight as ever.

Once I got to the muddle, I lathered up and stuck my fingerbreadth into his fix, but I did n't go 1/2 '', I went in. His hole tightened up and squeezed my digit and then I asked, `` Am I doing this right field ? '' He replied, `` Yes, just preserve 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 rich breaths and then he said, `` What ever you 're doing feels so commodity ! '' I slipped another finger in and he jumped but did n't wring down on my fingerbreadth but started moving his ass in circles as he had done early in the forenoon.

I slowly pulled my fingers out and washed the binding of his stage and infantry. I paid special attention to the ankle as that is the reflex for the sexual organs. I then turned him around to start from the bottom of the front of his wooden leg and worked up. His cock was heavy and his balls were moving up and down. I knew it would n't take much to relieve oneself him cum.

I soaped up my hands and worked around his cock and glob teasing him knowing he wanted me to touch them again. I pulled his balls down and massaged them. His intimation jerked and then he sighed. Then I massaged his cock back and Forth ever so softly. His young body was aching to cum. Then I massaged his lump again and over and over jerking his rooster. His hands came close to pushing me away but his mind was not in control. He then said, `` I 'm not able to master this, I 'm going to cum ! '' I took my hands away and thought that would stop him from cumming but he just stroke over my shoulder, right into my face three sentence and then my thorax until his cock shuttered with the terminal 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 get-go there was n't too much mouthful but then as I got more, it was sweet and thick and oh so shiny albumen. I had made my adept friend mine .