Noah's Stories

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With the semester fully underway, Gavin has been hanging out in our room a lot more often than he did at the beginning when he was pledging and going out to parties. Unfortunately, that means he’s been spending time in our room only wearing his underwear. That’s it. No hoodie, no shirt, no sweatpants. Just tight underwear—even when he has friends over. 

Like right now, he’s just lounging on his bed almost completely naked, scrolling on his phone while he talks to Brian, who’s sitting at the edge of Gavin’s bed. 

“Bro, we have got to go to the Kappa party tonight. I heard there’s going to be some major hotties there,” Brian says, showing Gavin something on his phone. 

Gavin shrugs. “Sure, sounds like fun. Maybe I can finally get my dick wet tonight. It’s getting boring jerking it all the time.” 

He’s not kidding about jacking off all the time. Ever since the first time two weeks ago, I’ve practically seen his dick every day. Sometimes I’ve walked in on him doing it, and other times I’ve woken up and he was going at it. Then there was another time where he came back to the room after class, dropped his stuff, stripped off and started going at it right in the middle of the room. I had to leave the room for that last one, otherwise I would have killed him right then and there. 

Don’t get me wrong, I have needs too. It’s not like I haven’t been jerking off since I moved in, but I don’t do it while he’s in the room, much less in front of him so he can see everything. 

Part of me wonders why I haven’t made a big deal out of it… But that’s a part of me I’d rather not deal with. I just need to survive the year, and then hopefully I’ll have a normal roommate next year. 

“So what do you say, Sebi?” Gavin pulls me from my thoughts with a smirk on his face, like he knows I was thinking about all the times I saw his dick. 

“Sorry, what did you say?”

His smirk widens. “I said, do you want to go with us to the party tonight? It’ll be a lot of fun. Maybe we can even tag-team a chick together.” He winks at me and then stretches across the small space between our beds to hold out his hand for a high-five. 

I stare at him, dumbfounded. Does he not know I’m gay? But instead of playing it safe, I blurt out, “You know I’m gay, right?”

Gavin’s eyes get bigger while Brian looks between us, like he’s trying to figure out if he should even be here right now. Instead, Gavin just shrugs and says, “Oh. Cool, I didn’t know. Sorry about that.” 

I blink at him rapidly, trying to figure out if he’s being serious or if this is some elaborate joke to make fun of the gay guy. But he seems serious, so I just shake my head. “It’s okay, no worries, I guess.” 

They resume talking after that—leaving me alone to work on my sketch—with the same energy as before, like I didn’t just reveal something huge about myself. And I can’t help the smile that tugs at my lips. Most people would have asked a million questions or made comments about not knowing what I’m missing out on. Hell, some people I’ve come out to have even asked me if I was sure that I’m gay. Not to mention the few homophobes who made faces like I spat in their milk. 

It’s refreshing to get such a normal response from someone, especially someone like Gavin, who I would’ve assumed would’ve been freaking out about how many times he’s jerked off in front of me thinking I’m just one of the bros. Maybe, just maybe, he’s not as bad as I was making him out to be. 

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Everyone told me that college is supposed to be the best four years of my life, that I’m going to make memories that will last a lifetime. Well, I’m starting to think that they were all fucking liars. Because all I’ve had to deal with since I moved into my dorm is problem after problem. Between the communal showers randomly running out of hot water, crappy food, and my neighbors who blast music all night long to cover the sound of them having what can only be a nightly orgy—I’m fucking miserable. 

Then there’s my roommate, Gavin Manning, aka frat boy extraordinaire, aka wannabe finance bro. The one person I was hoping would improve this experience of living on my own turns out to be the biggest source of my problems. Don’t get me wrong, he’s easy on the eyes, but between the general douchebaggery he exudes just by existing and the fact that he’s the most inconsiderate person I’ve ever met, it’s a wonder I haven’t caught a charge yet. 

Luckily the asshole hasn’t been around much this week, thanks to him going through pledge week. Most days he’s been gone before I even wake up and doesn’t come back until well after I’m asleep. But unfortunately, all good things come to an end. 

I’m in the middle of drying my hair after my shower when the door to our room slams open. “Shit!” I yelp, quickly wrapping the towel around my waist, trying to hide my naked body. 

“Yoooo! Sebastian! How are ya doin’ buddy? Gavin practically shouts. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Gavin… you could have knocked.”

Gavin frowns at me as he closes the door behind him. “Why would I do that? This is my room too.” 

“Yes,” I seethe, “but I was naked. And you opened the door wide enough that anyone could have seen me if they had been walking by.” 

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“Alright, Will, your turn, truth or dare?” Nick shoots my way with a shit-eating grin on his face. The guy just shotgunned an entire Corona in under thirty seconds, so now I have to step it up, otherwise he’s going to be gloating the rest of the weekend. 

“Dare,” I shoot back. “Do your worst.” 

“Hmmm.” Nick taps his index finger on his lips dramatically, as if this is anything other than some stupid game he pulled us into. “I dare you to jump in the pool naked,” he says, blue eyes taunting me, daring me to back down. 

Danny and Justin chuckle while Matt yells out something about not jumping in on this side of the pool now that he’s got the grill going for our Fourth of July BBQ. I ignore them as my eyes flick to the shimmering pool and then to the harsh sun overhead. We’ve been in and out of the pool since we got here a few hours ago, so all of us are shirtless and in various stages of drying off. But it’s been a minute since I hopped in, and the sweat trickling down the side of my forehead makes it easier for me to nod and walk over to the other end of the pool. 

I shove my shorts down and immediately hear wolf-whistles the moment my cock flops out into view. After a quick middle finger in their direction, I jump into the pool with a small splash, the water nice and cool against my warm skin. I swim a lap from one end of the pool to the other, cutting through the water effortlessly now that my shorts aren’t creating a drag. No wonder swimmers wear speedos—this feels amazing. 

When I surface, Danny and Justin cheer while Nick yells out, “Woo hoo! Skinny dipping time!”

Not to be outdone, Nick strips off his shorts, and surprisingly so do Danny and Justin. All three of them jump in naked, causing Matt to yell again about the grill. “Oh, come on, Matt! Live a little. Join us! You know you want to,” Danny teases when he comes back up for air. 

Matt shakes his head and then mutters something under his breath before stepping away from the grill and joining us—sans clothing, of course.

Seeing each other naked isn’t new for any of us. That’s what happens when you live in the same fraternity house for three years straight. At some point or another, we’ve all walked in on each other—showering, changing, jacking off, even in the middle of hooking up with some random chick—there really isn’t anything we haven’t seen. But skinny dipping is new for us, though it helps that it’s just the five of us and not the entire Kappa fraternity here today. 

We swim around for a while, splashing and chasing each other around the pool, throwing an inflatable ball around for shits and giggles, completely at ease with each other’s nudity. That is until Matt gets out, rivulets of water running down his body as he looks around for his shorts. 

“Hey Matt,” Danny calls out. “I dare you to grill up the food naked. Just don’t get your spunk all over my burger.” 

That earns him a laugh from all of us, but Matt rolls his eyes. “That’s not how the game works, Danny boy. You have to ask me truth or dare.” 

“Fine, truth or dare?” Danny chirps.

Matt sighs heavily, the regret already clear in his eyes. “Dare, I guess…”

Danny gets out of the pool with a smirk. “Well, then you know what my dare is. In fact, I dare all of us to stay naked the rest of the day.”

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“You want me to do what?” 

Luke grimaces and then shakes his head. “Never mind, forget I said anything.” Before I can say anything else, he spins around and marches out of my room, leaving me alone with the rest of my unpacked boxes. 

The idea of sucking his dick should horrify me. Or disgust me. I’m straight after all. Right?

He’s definitely straight. 

So then why can’t I stop imagining getting on my knees and taking his enormous cock down my throat until I gag? Why am I hard as a rock right now? 

Before I know what I’m doing, my feet carry me out of my room and across the apartment. I stop just outside Luke’s door and knock gently. 

I don’t know what I’m going to say to him, but I know I don’t want him to feel awkward about this. He’s helped me so much. The least I can do is help clear things up. Maybe he had a moment… He did just break up with Katie. 

After waiting a minute and not hearing a response, I turn the knob and step inside to hear his shower running. The door to his bathroom is shut, but can hear him singing “Oops, I Did It Again” by Britney Spears. A laugh bubbles out of me despite everything, and I sit on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to come out. 

I should just leave, but I’m determined to work this out. I’m not spending the first night in my new home with things being awkward between us. 

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long when I hear the shower turn off. I’m scrolling on my phone when the door opens and I see him standing there with just a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. 

Luke lets out a yelp, his hand flying to the knot of his towel almost like he’s afraid it’ll come loose. “Eric, what are you doing in here?” 

This is a bad idea. I should have waited until tomorrow to talk to him. But it’s too late now, so I get up from his bed and step closer to him. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to apologize and—”

“Bro, you’re not the one who should be apologizing. I am.” He takes another step closer to me, and the scent of his shampoo and something uniquely him washes over me, causing my cock to twitch in my sweatpants. 

My breath hitches as I try to figure out what to say next, but I can’t stop my eyes from staring at his body. His muscles are bulging, abs chiseled. He looks like a Greek god come to life. 

It isn’t until he clears his throat that I realize I’m even closer to him now than before. Close enough to kiss him. I look up to see his face filled with something I can only hope is the same desire that’s burning through me right now. 

Dear God, he’s fucking gorgeous.  

Luke leans in slowly and presses his lips to mine. It starts out chaste and sweet, but I feel his tongue tease the seam, and my lips part automatically to let him in. His tongue swipes against mine in gentle exploration, one hand cupping my cheek while the other pulls me in closer by the waist. 

I’m flush against his bare chest, foreheads pressed together when we pull apart, and it takes everything in me not to dive right back in. “Wow, that was—” 

“Fucking perfect,” he breathes, staring into my eyes. 

It feels like his deep blue eyes are staring into my soul, and I want nothing more than to give it to him. I’ve never felt this way before. 

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I have a lot of experience with stuff like this, and I’m not exactly a ladies’ man. I’ve had exactly one girlfriend my entire life, and that only lasted a grand total of two months before she dumped me for some dude she said was ‘much hotter than me’. 

Luke curls his fingers in my hair and pulls me in for another kiss, this one much more primal than the one before. Whereas our first kiss was gentle and exploratory, this one is all teeth and tongue. Our lips clashing like they’re fighting for dominance. He bites my lower lip before smoothing away the sting with his tongue and then plunging it back into my mouth again. 

My arms wrap around his waist, the heat from his skin seeping into me. I slip my fingers under the top of his towel and work to pull it free. I finally manage to undo the knot while the assault on my mouth continues, the towel dropping to our feet. 

I pull away to look at his hard, leaking cock, the head flushed dark. My mouth waters, cock straining against the front of my sweats, creating an obscene tent that already feels wet from the copious amounts of precum oozing out of me. 

Luke’s eyes darken and he tugs at the bottom of my t-shirt. “I want to see you.” 

I nod mutely and lift my arms to let him pull the shirt off me, leaving my skinny torso bare. He hooks his thumbs into my sweats and underwear, pulling them down at the same time. His eyes rake over my body, taking in every inch of me, pausing at my cock that’s pointing straight at him like a homing beacon. 

With both of us completely naked now, I realize how ridiculous this entire situation is. But it’s too late now. More than anything, I want his cock in my mouth. I want to help him like he’s helped me. 

Gently, I push him back towards his bed, the backs of his knees hitting the edge, forcing him to sit. I get down on my knees and take his length into my hand. His cock is steel wrapped in smooth velvet. This is the first time I’ve ever held a cock that’s not my own, but I immediately know I want to do it again. And again. For the rest of my life. 

“Eric,” he moans, “you don’t have to.” 

I give him a wicked smile—the same one I give him whenever he comes up with one of his crazy dares—and gently place a kiss on his thigh before moving my attention to the tip of his cock. Precum coats his helmet, making it shiny. I hesitate for a second before flicking my tongue out to lap at his slit, salty goodness bursting onto my tongue. 

Luke lets out a gasp, “Fuck me. Please do that again, that feels so—”

I cut him off by licking around his crown, the words dying in his throat, eyes rolling to the back of his head. I’ve never done this before, so I’m hoping that all the porn I’ve watched over the years is enough of a tutorial. 

Judging by his facial expressions, I figure I’m doing a good enough job and take him further into my mouth, stretching my lips around him, his shaft slowly working its way down my throat. His hands fly into my curls, pulling on them tight enough to distract me from my gag reflex as I pull back a little before breathing through my nose and then pushing down on his length some more. 

Bobbing up and down on his shaft is surprisingly not as difficult as I imagined it to be—not that I’ve imagined sucking a cock before… 

My own thighs feel slick as I reach down to fist my cock and find that it’s covered in precum. I stroke myself in time with each bob of my head. 

I flatten my tongue on the underside of his shaft and then tease his slit with the tip with each pass, steadily finding a rhythm. His fingers are still curled in my hair, not pushing me down on him, just holding me gently like he needs to touch me. 

With each passing minute, he thrusts his hips deeper into my throat, my nose pressing against his trimmed pubes. The anticipation is killing me now, my hand a blur on my cock. I want to make him come. I want to—no, I’m going to—taste his cum. 

My wish comes true, and a minute later he lets out a low groan, “Eric, I’m about to come, baby.” He tries to pull me off him, but I hollow my cheeks instead and he explodes in my mouth. His cum pours into me and I swallow every drop greedily. 

The taste of him pushes me over the edge as I keep stroking myself; my dick explodes onto the floor below, giving me the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. 

When I finally pull off Luke’s cock, I see that he’s looking at me with blown eyes like I just wrecked his world, and I’m strangely proud of myself for doing that. I just gave him an amazing orgasm, me, nerdy little Eric Fletcher. 

He grins at me and with a laugh pulls me up on top of him, our sticky bodies sliding together as he kisses me deeply, tasting himself on my tongue. 

I pull back and breathlessly ask, “So, how was that?” 

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I can’t stop staring out of my new bedroom window. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment give me a perfect view of Central Park, the tops of lush green trees gently swaying with the wind. You can’t even hear the noise from the city that never sleeps, which is a huge change from the dorm room I just moved out of. I shake my head in disbelief that this is where I’m going to be living from now on. 

I’m jolted from my thoughts as Luke stomps in carrying a box. He grimaces, straining to hold it. “Hey, Eric, where do you want me to put this box of books?” 

“Oh shit, sorry dude, you can just put it anywhere on the floor.” 

He sets the box down with a thud and wipes the sweat off his forehead. He’s wearing a tight black tank top that shows off his muscles, his blond hair damp and windswept from all the moving we just did. 

I owe a lot to Luke. He offered me a room in his apartment as soon as he found out I couldn’t find an affordable place to live now that we’re graduating in two days. And even though I have a job lined up with Google as a software developer, that doesn’t start for another month. You would think that one of the biggest companies in the world would have a housing stipend for new employees, but no, you’re on your own. Yay capitalism. 

I was so close to being homeless until Luke swept in. The apartment isn’t technically his—it’s his dad’s. But his dad is also a millionaire real estate developer who didn’t mind letting his son live in one of his many apartments in the city. Once again, yay capitalism. 

I smile at him. “You really didn’t have to help with all this, dude. I could have moved all my stuff. You’re already helping me out a ton by letting me live here.” 

He rolls his eyes. “Bro, I wouldn’t even be graduating if it weren’t for your help all four years. It’s the least I can do. Besides, look at yourself. You’re a twig. You would have broken your back getting all this up here.” 

“Okay, but I still owe you one.” 

He shrugs and gives me a smile that lights up the entire room and heads back out into the living room. 

Luke and I met during our freshman year at NYU in a random math class. And after failing the first test, he asked me to help him out. We became fast friends after that. There’s an ease when I’m with him. We both like watching the same sports, play the same video games, and like the same restaurants. Hell, we’ve even had crushes on the same girls. We’ve basically been inseparable since then, so I think living with him should be a lot of fun.

I look around at all the boxes in my room and frown. When did I get so much stuff? This is going to take days to unpack. 

I sigh and get to work, opening box after box, trying to organize things so they’re easy to find. A few hours later, I’m only a quarter of the way through and my stomach grumbles like I deprived it of ten meals and not just the one I skipped earlier today when Luke showed up.  

I walk into the living room to find Luke sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. “Dude, do you want to go get dinner at that Chinese place down the street? I heard it’s amazing.” 

“Don’t worry about it, bro,” he says, waving his phone at me. “I’ve already ordered us food—it should be here any minute now.” 

I’m barely able to open my mouth when I hear the ding-dong of the doorbell. Stunned, I open the door to find a delivery guy standing there holding two bags of food—from the same restaurant I told him about. 

I tip the guy a few extra bucks and take the food. The moment I open the bags, the rich aroma of the restaurant fills the living room, making my mouth water. 

“Dude, you are the best!” I exclaim with the giddiness of a starving man. 

Luke quirks a blond eyebrow, and my stomach does this weird flipping thing. I must be really hungry. 

We fall into an easy silence as we dig in. He got me my favorite go-to dish, General Tso’s shrimp—not chicken, that’s important—and crab wontons. “So, are you excited for graduation?” I ask with a mouthful.

He shrugs and runs a hand through his already messy hair. “I guess so… I’m just not sure that I’m excited for what comes after.” 

“Oh. But I thought you were excited to work for your dad?”

“I am, that’s not what’s bothering me. It’s Katie, actually.”

Katie has been Luke’s girlfriend for the past two years. I’m honestly surprised that they haven’t been living together all this time. They’re always together and, it seems like the only time he’s not with her is when he’s with me. “What’s going on with you and Katie, dude? I thought you guys were solid.”

Luke sighs and stares at the fortune cookie on the table, like he’s hoping to find wisdom in it instead of the random mumbo-jumbo that’s usually there. He mumbles, “We actually broke up a couple of days ago.” 

“What? Why? Luke, you should have told me!” 

He shrugs, trying to play it cool. “There was nothing to tell. She’s moving to the other side of the country, and I’m staying here. There’s no way a long-distance relationship would have worked out.”

I reach out and pat his shoulder before leaving my hand there. “Damn, dude, I’m really sorry to hear that. I wish there was something I could do.” 

“It’s okay, there’s nothing anyone could do.” He gives me a weak smile that tells me it’s anything but okay. But I don’t push it, not when I can’t do anything about it. 

We finish our dinner, and once everything is clean, we wander into my room. Luke takes in all the boxes that are still all over the place. “Why don’t I help you? That way you’ll be done faster and then we can have some fun.”

I give him the biggest smile possible and thank him for what must be the hundredth time today. We get to work and, slowly but surely, the boxes disappear as we put everything away. It’s definitely a lot faster when it’s two of us instead of just me doing everything. 

I’m in the en suite putting my shaving stuff away when Luke bursts in. “Sorry bro, nature calls.” And right there in front of me, he tugs down the waistband of his sweats and his dick flops out. A powerful stream bursts from his tip and the noise echoes off the walls as it hits the water in the toilet bowl. 

“Dude!” I try to avert my eyes, but I can still see everything in the reflection from the mirror that runs across most of the wall. Even when soft, his cock is large, easily seven inches with a large vein that runs along the top of his shaft. There’s a trimmed bush of light blond hair at the base that makes everything seem so much bigger. I feel my mouth go dry as he finishes up, shaking his cock to get the last few drops out before dabbing the tip with toilet paper. 

Luke stuffs his dick back inside his sweats, comes over to the sink, and washes his hands with a casualness that doesn’t match the storm of thoughts flying inside my head. I just saw his cock. And it was big. Why is it so big? Does it get bigger? Holy shit, that thing goes inside people. Why am I thinking about his cock so much?

Luke clearing his throat brings me back to reality, and I realize that I’m staring at him. There’s a smirk on his face and something else too, like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. He shakes his head and goes back out to my room and leaves me standing there trying to get rid of the image of his cock. 

An hour later, we’re more than halfway through the boxes, but I can’t keep going. I’m exhausted and suggest that we finish tomorrow. I thank him again, and Luke walks to the door of my bedroom and then hesitates. 

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The shrill sound of our coach’s whistle reverberates through my ears as he blows on it to call time. My best friend, Jason, pulls himself out of the pool, water dripping onto the concrete as he tries to steady his breathing while pulling off his cap and goggles. 

“Your time was off again, Jason. At this rate, you’re going to need a fucking miracle if you want to compete in the Olympics,” Coach says, glaring at him. “I want you here on Saturday for an extra practice session. Now hit the showers, both of you. You smell worse than usual.”

Jason and I both shoot him sheepish grins and walk towards the locker room while he heads towards his office on the other side of the pool. 

Like always, we’re the last to finish practice since Coach makes us stay longer than everyone else. It’s not that he’s punishing us or anything, but we’re the only ones actually trying to make it to the Olympics in two years, and we could use all the extra practice we can get. 

As soon as we step in front of our respective stalls, Jason pushes down his speedo, letting it all hang out. “Do you think we have time for a quickie before class?” Thankfully, he doesn’t seem that put off by what Coach said, but then again, he has a habit of using sex as a distraction. 

I let it slide and look over at the clock on the wall, and then smirk at him. “Maybe just enough for one of us to get off.” 

He gives me this pleading look, his turquoise eyes doing that thing that I can never say no to. “Please, Dylan? I’m dying here.”

My eyes trail down to his crotch and sure enough his dick is standing at full attention giving me a little salute. I shake my head, a grin tugging at the corner of my lips and say, “Fine, we can do a quickie. But you owe me tonight.”

Jason beams at me like I just gave him a Christmas present. He grabs me by my wrist and starts pulling me towards the showers. I laugh at his impatience and tell him to wait a second so I can pull my speedo off too. 

The fucker has been like this ever since we met freshman year. Granted, we weren’t messing around back then, but he’s always been eager to get his rocks off. We slip into one of the many spacious shower stalls and turn on the water, letting it get to the temperature we both like before stepping under the spray. 

He shoots me another grin over his shoulder as I reach past him for the shampoo and work it into his scalp. I gently massage it in with my fingers, trying to avoid tangling his honey-blond hair, and he lets out a little moan, his head tilting back towards me. 

I know we don’t have the typical relationship two straight best friends normally have, but we weren’t always like this. We started out just like all other guys who become best friends—playing video games, studying together, training, going to parties. But after a disastrous freshman year for both of our dating lives, we came up with a plan to help each other out while avoiding all the drama that comes with dating women. 

What started as a joke about being horny all the time and not wanting to put in the effort to get laid, turned into one simple rule: whatever one of us does to the other, the other does back. 

Simple. 

We help each other get off with no strings attached. It’s the best form of friends with benefits possible, and I wouldn’t change a single thing about our arrangement. 

After rinsing his hair, I start lathering his body with soap. Slowly and deliberately, I run my hands over his arms and between his smooth armpits. Then I move my fingers down to tease his nipples, rubbing them with the pads of my thumbs until they harden into stiff little nubs. 

He hisses, “God, Dyl, I love when you do that.” 

I give him a devilish smile and spin him around. Stepping up right behind him, my hard and aching cock nestles right between his cheeks as I reach around and take his length into my hands. 

He leans his head back against my shoulder, panting while I stroke him from root to tip, my palm twisting with every pass on the head. I’m tempted to take him in my mouth, just so he’d have to suck me off later, but given the limited time we have, a handjob will have to do for now. 

With my other hand, I reach for his balls, rolling and gently tugging on them as I work him to the edge. I turn my attention to the bundle of nerves on the underside of the head, teasing it in slow circles with my index finger before swiping my thumb between his slit just the way he likes it 

“Fuck me, Dyl.” 

“Oh, I plan to,” I say with a grin against his neck. Unfortunately, we don’t actually fuck each other. The most we’ve done is suck each other off, but we always like to tease each other like we will. It’s turned into a bit of a kink for both of us, and we’ve probably said more filthy things to each other than most actual couples do. But we drew the line at anal when we started this entire thing. 

What’s not off limits is thrusting my hips up and down so my cock slides between his cheeks, the head brushing against his entrance. The triple sensation of me jacking him off, playing with his balls, and thrusting my cock against him is enough to make him putty in my hands. The sounds that he’s making go straight to my dick, precum lubricating his crease as I keep thrusting between him. 

He rocks his hips against me, increasing the pressure we’re both feeling, and it’s enough to send him over the edge. He lets out a low groan, one hand flying out to hold himself up against the wall, all while still thrusting back against me. His cock pulses in my fist, cum erupting from him onto the shower privacy glass and dripping between my fingers before disappearing down the drain. 

As I work him through his orgasm, my own takes me by surprise. His cheeks squeeze my cock just enough, and then I’m exploding on his lower back. I drape myself over him as my thrusts become frantic with each pulse of cum escaping me. 

When I’m finally done, I let him go, and the water erases all traces of what we just did. 

“Fuck, that was one of the best ones yet,” he says with a chuckle. “You do that better than anyone else.” 

I roll my eyes and gently turn him around so I can keep washing his body while he washes mine. “I’m the only one who does that for you. I can’t remember the last time a woman touched you like that.” 

He blushes bright red, and I have a feeling it has nothing to do with the mind-blowing orgasm I just gave him. 

“Come on, we’re going to be late if we don’t get out now. And don’t forget you still need to pay me back tonight.”

He shoots me a sinful smile. “Looking forward to it, baby.”