He was getting hard.
OH MY GOD.
I was getting hard!
“Can you help get the pants off from around my feet and get my jockeys off?” Jim asked, ignoring my internalized panic.
Feeling the pressure in my pants, I swallowed the biggest and most audible gulp.
I got this.
I helped him out of his bottoms, then looked up at his face. It wasn’t teasing or sarcastic. It was completely neutral, like the joke was finally over and shit just got serious. I reached up to the waistband and like a band-aid, pulled them down as fast as I could without jostling him. I got them off from around his feet, then stood up again.
There in front of me was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was already beautiful, but he was like a Greek god that was carved into marble for all to learn about when completely bare. As a whole, he was breathtaking. I was having a hard time breathing.
But what I didn’t see the night before, that was now uncovered, was his manhood. In between soft and hard, probably from the excitement and attention he was receiving, his dick looked like it could ruin me.
My asshole flexed involuntarily.
David’s flaccid dick looked big, but that’s only because it was bigger than mine when soft. He also had a big bush of hair around it. Jimmy didn’t have an unruly forest. Or it didn’t look like it because of his blonde coloring.
As I stood there, not being able to move my inspection of the man forward, his dick got harder and harder, until it was pointing straight up to his belly button, almost touching it. He had two prominent veins running the length that stood out, blood pumping through them. The ridge of the head had depth, easily able to catch a fingertip underneath it.
Fuuuuuuck.
If I wasn’t already hard before, I was as solid as a diamond now.
Unbreakable.
Jimmy finally cleared his throat, “Sorry. It’s, ah, been a while since I’ve been around anyone like this that wasn’t at work,” gesturing to his big piece that’s now waving as he turned around, showing me his glorious ass, sparsely covered in his blonde hair. Truly a work of art from all that physical work. He reached in to test the water, then attempted to step over the tall lip of the tub and almost lost his balance. I rushed and grabbed his arm to steady him. He used me to get one foot in, then the other, facing the water coming out of the shower head so his back was as safe as possible.
He started doing what he needed to do to himself. All I did was watch. It was so sensual but so riveting. I was having a horrible time looking away. I was snapped out of it when he went to bend to clean himself in a way that would have popped his stitches. “Stop!”
He paused what he was about to do and stood up straighter again. “Oops,” he snorted, “I forgot.” He wiped at the water that had gotten on his face.
“Give me,” stepping up to the shower wanting to take his rag from him. “What were you trying to do?” I couldn’t figure it out since he had already cleaned his groin area.
He bit his bottom lip, so I reached in and pulled it out like he normally did to me. “I was going to clean behind my balls and ass. Forgot I couldn’t reach that way without bending or twisting to get it from behind. It should be fine. Can you just get my legs?”
Breathe, Charlie. Your dick won’t combust even though it feels like it’s about to.
“Do you have another clean rag or two somewhere within reach?” Jim pointed to the cabinet below the sink. I grabbed two and set them aside. He tilted his head, raising a brow in question. “It’s for your back to keep water out of your stitches,” I confirmed, before saying, “Let’s wash your hair first and I’ll work my way down. Just rinse it out by leaning your head forward in the water. I’ll catch loose drops if they come down your back.”
Jim did what I asked. When he was done, and with his head still hanging forward, I had him take a step away from the water toward the back of the tub where the stray wouldn’t reach him and turn his back to me, fully showing me his entire backside. I was ready with a dry rag and rolled it up and held it above his wound. I grabbed and soaked the water rag with fresh water and soap then lightly scrubbed his back down, catching the loose water drops rolling down his back with the other. Once I was done, I grabbed the other and used it to dry the area of any loose water droplets that could roll down.
Touching him is like sticking my finger in an electrical socket. My heart is hammering and it feels like my dick isn’t going to go down for the next week.
I discarded the two rags and started on his legs. I got down on my knees and washed them quickly. When I was done, I drew as much courage as I could and said the last thing I thought would come out of my mouth. “Jimmy, would you like me to clean where you were going to?”
He only said one word in a quiet response, “Please.” Then he took a step to the side, spreading his legs apart, giving me more room to work between his big hair covered thighs.
I started by washing his butt without going too deep in his crack, which made him stiffen. I lightly swiped between his legs, from the back of his low-hanging balls to his ass.
Once I was done, he turned around without warning with his hard dick right in my face, like he was presenting it to me. Without even thinking about it, bravery coming out of nowhere, I reached up with the soapy rag and started to slowly wipe around the base of his pole, in his pubic hair area and then down and around to the underside where his balls hung.
As I lightly wiped the rag around them, Jim’s eyes had immediately rolled into the back of his head, and he let out a guttural groan combined with a, “Yesss,” making his nuts draw up out of reflex and his cock bounced from a jolt of pleasure I seemed to have given him, seeming to shoot through his dick.
I dragged the rag down his seven-inch length to his mushroom head. Repeating it back and forth, over and over. The thickness felt good in my hand but also intimidating, but the passion that was coursing through Jimmy with every moan and labored gaspwas sent into my hand, through my body, activating all my nerves into overdrive.
