Page 86 of His Choice

He shrugged. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can shower in my underwear.”

I might have shaken my head too quickly and vigorously. “No. I mean, I’m not…uncomfortable.” I’m immensely uncomfortable, but way more curious.

Aaron acted like it wasn’t a big deal, dropping the underwear and letting the garment fall at his ankles. He kicked it off. “Ready?”

I might have gulped. His dick was perfect, just like I knew it would be. It wasn’t that it was so large—it was maybe average or slightly bigger. But it was shaped flawlessly, nicely colored, and without bumps or marks other than the faint scarring of a circumcision. The head was just a bit pinker and prominent without being disproportioned. Even his balls were perfectly symmetrical—tight and full looking.

“Huh?” I managed.

“Ready to get in?” he repeated, before reaching his hand into the shower. “The water is warm enough now.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

Try as I might, I couldn’t help but glance down at his cock again. If I wasn’t mistaken, it had plumped a bit. Hell, so has mine.

Aaron moved to my uninjured side and put his arm around me. The fact that we were both naked was so intimate, yet he guided me as if it were the most natural thing in the world for the two of us to shower together.

Once we were under the spray, I turned so my back was to him. I was getting harder, and I didn’t want him to notice.

“I knew you’d have a great ass, Mikey,” he said. “If you had shown that off to Cliff, there’s no question you would win the whole thing.”

Cliff. The reminder was jarring. What was I doing? I was lusting, once again, for my straight roommate when there was an incredible-looking gay man who could choose me to date. I tried to focus on the point of this program, though it was difficult as Aaron began massaging shampoo into my scalp.

“I’m sorry this is so weird,” I said, loud enough to be heard over the water stream.

He was quiet for a moment. “I don’t feel like it is, Mikey.”

“Oh. That’s…good,” I replied.

Aaron let the water cascade over my now washed locks, rinsing out the shampoo. Then he began to soap my back. “You can’t reach back here without hurting yourself.”

I wished he would be rougher…and faster. It was like he was giving me a sensual massage, and my dick was beginning to take notice again. I was about to tell him it was good enough and that I should rinse off. That’s when I felt his hard-on press against my butt cheek. It couldn’t have been his fingers, because they were all on my shoulders.

“Um, I think…”

“Sorry,” he said. “Get my cock under warm pulsing water, and it wants to get up and party.”

Of course that was all it was. Dammit.

“I totally get it. Mine, too,” I admitted.

“Yeah? You got a boner now, too?” he asked, unconcerned, as if he had asked me whether there was a full moon outside.

“Um…yes.” I hadn’t been fully hard until he started talking about it. Now my cock was practically pointing up at the shower head. It may not have been the biggest, but it always made up for that with its levitation abilities.

He was silent again, and I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. I waited for him to call me out on my bullshit that I had the same response to warm water.

Instead of the negative reaction I had expected, his chin ended up resting on my shoulder and he peered down at my dick. Out of instinct, I tried to pull forward, but I was already as close to the shower wall as I could get without humping it.

“Oo-wee, your guy has stamina,” he observed, sounding impressed. “Fuck Daryl. I’ll bet his can’t stand up that straight.” He patted my head. “And you were right—you’re a grower.”

Though he pulled his head away, the tip of his cock tapped my butt again. I wasn’t sure how we would move away from the awkward situation.

“I’m surprised I’m hard, considering I’m aching,” I said, hoping I could convince him that it wasn’t because he was naked and erect behind me.

“Oh, you’re aching all right,” he joked. “Neither one of us has jerked off all week. I’m not surprised we’re horny. Should we just whack off while we’re in here and let the water wash it down the drain?”

“What?”