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And coño did he look glorious. The soft white lights of the bathroom fell across his body like a glowing waterfall, highlighting the curvature of his muscles, creating small shadows that cut across his six-pack, individually defining each rippling ab. His muscular chest dipped and rose with every breath, his nipples already perked, my mouth already watering.
This was exactly what I wanted. I felt like Shy’s body was the last fucking coke bottle in the desert, and I was deathly dehydrated. Never had I looked at a woman’s body, as beautiful as I thought they were, and feel this sexually attracted, this hungry. I could appreciate a woman’s beauty, but I wanted to devour a man’s.
There was no doubt in my heart: I was gay, and I wanted Shy in all kinds of different ways.
My gaze raked over him, dropping down to his heavy cock and balls. He had a well-groomed crown of dark hair over his thick shaft, which throbbed with a need I wanted to answer. He brought his hand down, placed a thumb on his base, gripped the rest in his hand.
“Like what you see?” he asked, a cockiness in his tone that lit me on fire.
“I fucking love it.”
“Then come over here and show me how much you love it.”
Shiro’s confidence and cocky attitude seemed to have been magnified now that he was butt-ass naked.
Suddenly, I felt a pang of nerves hit me hard in the gut. This was the first time I’d ever been with a man. The kissing and over-the-clothes fondling I had done in the past didn’t count. It didn’t even hold a candle up to the experience that was having Shiro’s magnificent naked figure standing in front of me, his legs open wide, his thick thighs leading up to his hard cock.
“Did I break the prince of Spain?” Shiro asked again, lazily stroking himself with a devilish smirk on his handsome face. I realized then that I hadn’t even moved, just continued to stare at him like I’d been hypnotized.
“Not yet,” I said cheekily, snapping out of my daze. The nerves didn’t go anywhere, but the excitement inside me was stronger. I crossed the bathroom, the white tile cold against the soles of my feet. I did nothing to hide the tent that had formed in my jeans as my dick throbbed to break free.
I stopped in front of Shiro, looking down and admiring how big he was.
“Grab it,” he said, letting go, making space for my hand.
His skin was velvety soft. The heat from his shaft consumed me, spreading through me, burning away any apprehension I may have had.
He felt so goddamned good. I just held him there, admiring the weight of him in my hand, the girth, the length. I stroked, a slow stroke from his base to his tip. He bit his lower lip, his eyes half-lidded as I thumbed over his slit. It may have been my first time with a man, but I already had a pretty good idea of what he’d like.
I slipped my hand down, playing with his heavy balls. I imagined him unloading them down my throat. My knees almost buckled at the thought. I looked into Shiro’s eyes, seeing the embers spark behind his pupils. Our lips pushed together in a kiss of epic fucking proportions. I let go of Shiro and started working on my own pants, unbuttoning and unzipping, our tongues dancing together, gliding and tasting and probing. I loved how Shiro tasted like mint and strawberries, and I loved how his lips felt against mine, and how I could feel the hint of his stubble too.
With my pants dropped and kicked off to a corner, I brought one hand back to Shiro’s hard cock and the other to the nape of his neck. I pulled him harder onto me, giving his cock a squeeze as mine throbbed through my white briefs, wet through the fabric from my precome. From his neck, I moved up to his head, my fingers finding purchase in his damp hair. He moaned for me, his cock leaking so that it smeared over my palm as I ran it across his tip.
“Fuck,” I said when we broke for breath. “You’re soaked.”
“So are you,” Shiro said, slightly breathless, his cheeks pink under the light. I followed his gaze, looking down at my about-to-split briefs. Where the head of my cock pushed against the fabric, a large wet stain was spreading, turning the fabric see-through.
“Jesus, that’s fucking sexy.” Shiro licked his lips and slowly went down to his knees, his hands gliding down my sides as he dropped. He kept his eyes on my leaking cock while I kept mine on his, which stood hard and strong from between his legs. I wondered briefly how he’d taste, but soon my thoughts turned to dust as Shiro began to rub his face in my bulge. He looked up, smiling as he rubbed his cheek against me, and then his lips, his other cheek. Some of my clear precome made a shiny trail against his skin as I continued to soak myself through my briefs.
