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“So hard,” I whispered, dragging my fist down to his base. “So smooth.”
“I shave for swimming.”
“I know, baby.” I confirmed, taking a handful of his balls. The weight of them in my palm was heady, and I was so overwhelmed by finally having my hands on him that I could barely think straight. Releasing his sack, I smoothed over his inner thigh, his legs parting automatically.
“So eager.” I approved. “Do you shave back here too?”
His breath caught as my fingers slid over his perineum and up into his crack. His legs quivered as I slid up, nudging at the ring of muscle of his hole.
He whined.
“Nemo.” I beckoned, gently tapping between his cheeks. “Do you shave here too?”
“Yes.” His voice was barely there.
He blew out a nervous breath as I curled my hands around his hips, stepping in so we were flush, our rock-hard dicks slotted alongside the other.
Instinct and need took over, and he thrust against me, moaning when his length rubbed against mine. Almost instantly, he froze, wide eyes going to me.
He was going to be the death of me.
“Do you like that?” I asked, repeating his action.
“You have no idea.” He moaned.
“Come on, then, fuck yourself against me.”
His cheeks pinkened again, and I leaned in, capturing his mouth in a deep kiss. As our tongues danced, he grew bolder, and we started to sway against each other, our movements slow at first but quickly growing fervent. My cock was so hard it wept against our stomachs, and the urge to explode all over him, to see him covered in my cum, was starting to take over. Breaking apart, I gasped for breath, looking down at our angry red dicks and the pearly white bead at the top of his.
Bracing one palm on the wall beside his head, I grabbed both our dicks in my hand. He made a sound, eyes going to where I stroked us both.
“Oh,” he murmured, thighs shaking.
“Look at us,” I said, husky. I’d never been a talker, but damn, if I didn’t want to talk dirty to him. “Look at our hard dicks dripping all over each other, our cum mixing like it came from the same body.”
“Max,” he groaned, partly scandalized, but the way his hips rolled in tune with my movements told me he liked it more.
“You feel so silky against me, baby. So hot and hard.” I sped up, dipping my head to mouth at his neck.
“Oh God,” he said, suddenly restless.
I pushed harder into him, holding him in place. “Come all over my dick, Wes. I want to watch.”
With one last twist of my wrist, he fell over, white ropes of cum spurting out of him as he spasmed against my hand. Moaning and bucking, he splashed on both our stomachs, the release dripping over my dick.
The sinful sight was so fucking hot my balls seized up and my dick erupted, blowing with the force of a volcano. My head dropped to his shoulder as I groaned and convulsed, my own release spurting out all over us, splattering everywhere and mixing with his.
Wes leaned lazily against the wall, head lolling as his chest rose and fell. But then his hand was pushing at me, putting a little distance between us and turning all my bliss to panic.
Before I could freak completely, he delved two fingers between us, scooped up some jizz, and sucked the coated fingers into his mouth. He sighed happily, his tongue rolling around his mouthful. My dick twitched as I watched his cheeks hollow around those fingers to suck down every drop.
When he was done, I attacked his mouth, devouring every single hint of us I found on his tongue. It didn’t take long to realize the water had gone cold, and I grumbled about it, quickly washing and rinsing under the chilly spray.
Wes remained quiet, cum drunk, lazy eyes never once leaving me. When I was done, I grabbed his dick to wash it again, and he all but fell into my chest, nuzzling against my neck. Emotion rose in me, stealing all thought and breath. No longer washing, I tucked my arms around him, holding him tight under the cold spray, not even noticing the icy drops pounding against my skin.
Eventually, he pulled back, shyness reflecting in his eyes when he bent to grab the loofah off the ground. Eyes firing to mine and then away, he reached behind him to wash, and by the blush once more staining his cheeks, I knew exactly where he was washing.
And I knew why.
