Can't Fight the Feeling

The Feeling Grows Deeper

I was sneaking around.

There was no other way to put it. Full out affair with not one, but TWO married guys. One was married to a woman, one was partnered to another man. When one couldn’t hook up, I went to the other. I couldn’t seem to get enough cock.

My wife Allie was oblivious to what was going on. But it was weighing on me. I was trying to do everything for everybody – work, help out at home as much as possible, juggle two guys. Too many secrets and too much looking over my shoulder was taking its toll on me. Allie was pregnant and almost due and not wanting to do anything sexual. But once I gave in to that “feeling” for another man once again, there was just no stopping me.

I hadn’t seen Ian in a while, and I was missing his masculinity, his amazing blonde body, and his rough side. I had been with Bill now a few times in between. Bill – the big bald headed muscular guy with a male partner who seemed to enjoy hooking up with me on the side just as much as I did. When Ian and I got together, it was more of a release, a tendency to fuck hard and get what we were both missing. With Bill, he was seeking something different, which made our times more passionate and steamy in a sensual way. I couldn’t figure out what I wanted more, but it was serving the best of all my worlds at the time.

It was a Monday and I was in the middle of my work day. Nothing too exciting going on, and Allie had taken our son Josh to Florida with her for the week to visit her parents while they were vacationing down there before she wasn’t able to fly anymore. I was antsy, wishing I could’ve gone with them, but decided against it with work commitments, which were proving non-existent at the moment. I had a place to myself this week, and two hot men I could entertain. By mid-day Monday, I couldn’t fight the urge any longer and picked up the phone and dialed the first number I thought of.

After a quick hello, his voice changed. “When can I see you again?” His deep voice purred through my phone. “I need to fill you up again.”

I practically groaned into the phone as I sat at my desk at work. My cock was raging hard in my pants and I was trying hard to hide it by pushing my chair right up against the edge of my desk.

I felt my heart thumping in my chest, remembering the last time. The way he felt inside me. And the way he kissed me.

“When is your place free again?” I said quietly into the phone.

I heard him exhale for a moment, the sound of his breath even turning me on. “What about Friday morning?”

I looked at my open calendar on my desk and saw it was clear. “I’m working…” I started to say.

“Can’t you go in late? Tell them you have an appointment.” I heard him chuckle.

I cleared my throat. “I could swing it.”

I didn’t think of my wife, which was wrong on so many levels. I wasn’t even worried about asking for time off Friday morning. At 30, I was hungrier for sex than ever and my dick was doing all the thinking lately.

“Or you could come to my place.” I heard the words come out of my mouth, having never invited any guy to my house. But there was something about the way he was speaking to me, and how my heart was pounding in my chest.

“Ken leaves at 8:30, so anytime after that would work.” Bill’s voice was now quieter, sounding even sexier. It had been awhile since that hot session in his kitchen. My mind raced to that scene, finding him in his kitchen waiting for me, nailing me against his counter. I had visited him again once for a quick one in the same spot, and then we sucked each other off in his car, and a few other short conversations till now. But he was the first number I dialed. Today he was hitting all the right notes with me. Plus I was on a four day store up of cum. “I can be there for 9, if it’s cool with you.” He added quickly.

“Okay.” I said without thinking, knowing I could easily head to work afterwards on that day, and have the entire place to ourselves without any worry about anyone catching us. The image of Bill’s hot face, his goatee, his shiny bald head, his 6’4” muscled body and the way his cock felt in flashed through my mind. But then so did Ian’s, with his solid smooth muscled figure and the way he fucked me hard. I had two hot built guys to choose from. Bill was passionate in his lustful way. Ian was more dominant, and rough. And I wanted them both.

It was getting harder and harder to hook up with Ian, even though he lived so close. We were being super careful, acting nonchalantly as we strolled by each other’s houses. He was such a hot man, and he was obviously letting out his pent-up frustrations with me, but it had been almost a month since I had seen him now. I met up with Bill again just a few weeks ago in his car to fulfill that need that was bubbling over in me. I sucked him dry, and then he sucked me off. I left wanting more from him. I needed a man’s touch, a man’s cock, and I wasn’t getting any. I guess that’s why I called Bill first.

“Tell me you want my cum leaking out of that hot ass as I send you off to work.” Bill’s husky voice snapped me back to the conversation.

“You know I do.” I mumbled, turning to the door to make sure no one was walking by.

“Fuck.” Bill said as he inhaled deeply over the phone. “The things I’m going to do to you.”

I tugged at my pants to adjust the 8 inches of my meat that was out of control. My balls were full, and my mind was racing. I took a deep breath. “What about this afternoon? Or after work? I have the place all to myself all week….” I waited as I heard him pause and breath quietly.

“You want me that bad?” His voice was deep and low again, exuding sex.

“Yeah I don’t think I can wait till Friday.” I gave a little chuckle and felt my cock throbbing.

“What if I can make it happen this afternoon…AND I still come by on Friday to fuck you again?” He laughed quietly, sucking in air through his nose and clearing his throat. It sounded like he was having just as much of a hard time keeping things under control.

“That sounds even better.” I practically moaned into the phone. “I haven’t cum in four days.”

“Oh baby. You need me today then for sure.” I heard a rustling of papers and he cleared his throat again. “Tell you what. I can come by around 5 tonight if that works?”

I quickly said it did, and I gave him my address. My heart was racing at the thought of him coming to my house, behind his partner’s back. Behind my wife’s back.

“Answer the door in a towel.” He added as we were saying our goodbyes.

After I hung up, I waited a few minutes to calm the beast that was in my pants. I was surprised at first that I had dialed Bill’s number, and not Ian’s. Things had sort of calmed down between Ian and I, after the last time I visited his place. He had fucked me good and hard that one Saturday night, kissing me at last. But the next time I saw him, again alone at his place weeks later, there was hardly any kissing. Just one long fuck session that left my ass sore. It was hot, don’t get me wrong. But I felt more like a play thing, a little fuck toy that he took out his aggression on rather than…well…rather than a lover.

But with Bill….

My cock was thick all afternoon, and I managed to leave early, giving myself time to shower and prep before Bill’s arrival.

I saw his car pull into my driveway at 4:05pm and my bulge grew just seeing him walking up my walkway. It was cooling off now in terms of the weather, the summer definitely leaving us, so he had on a light jacket with a pair of dark jeans and laced black boots that added to his tough exterior. His head was shaved clean, completely bald and shining in the setting sun. He gave me a little wink as I opened the door and he stepped inside.

He actually growled as he took in my shaved smooth 5’9” figure, naked save for the white towel around my waist, hiding the practically fully erect cock.

“You should be in a cage, dancing for men you sexy fuckin’ thing.” He grinned at me. “So fuckin’ nice.” He said, moving slowly towards me. I felt my cock harden even more as his hands touched my bare skin lightly, as if he was afraid to move to fast. He pressed his body against mine, letting his hands move up my back and make me shiver as my own hands moved around to his ass. His jeans hugged him beautifully, and my hands just seemed to fall into place perfectly.

He lowered his head to mine and without a word, our lips parted, and he greeted me with a silent kiss. I went up on my toes, feeling his bulge press against my stomach as we both breathed through our noses, letting our mouths take in each other’s tongues. Bill’s big hands moved over my back, up and down slowly as we kissed, until he cupped my ass and lifted me up a bit, off my feet for a few seconds, before he parted with a lip-smacking sound.

“My God you are one amazing kisser.” His deep voice purred as he started pulling his jacket off and bent down to unlace his boots. The whole time his eyes were on me, drooling over me, lusting after me. And that grin was saying it all. He wanted me, no question about it. And my full of cum balls were dying for a release.

I walked him inside, asking him if he wanted anything which he declined. I checked out his socked feet, remembering how delicious his feet looked. He had a dress shirt on with the sleeves rolled up over his forearms, the hair neatly covering his thick muscled arms. He leaned on my island and smiled at me. He even looked sexy just like that, leaning on my kitchen island, smiling at me.

There was a moment of awkwardness, and we sort of stared at each other not sure what to do. It was like we were both thinking the same thing, wanting the same thing, but trying to be respectful of each other without going at it too quickly this time.

“Wanna go upstairs?” I pointed to the staircase, where I had stripped my bed and gotten things “ready” for us.

He slapped his hands on the island and stood up tall, nodding his head with that sexy grin. “Fuck yes.” I could see his bulge in his pants as he leaned back a bit, and the twinkle in his eye as he glared down at me.

I went passed him, but he stopped me, turning me around again and pulling me into his body. He kissed me again, this time with more passion and hunger, his hands moving over my body with more purpose. When he pulled away this time, his hands yanked at my towel.

I gave a little gasp as it unraveled, my cock springing out. Bill simply squatted down in front of me and grabbed it with one hand, holding it for a moment as he came face to face with my 8 inches of cut meat and then licked his lips. “Fuck. You have the most perfect cock.” He grinned up at me, then kept his eyes on me as he opened his mouth and slowly inserted my smooth dick into that hot mouth of his. I actually groaned as I watched this scene. This big masculine bald guy, the goatee around his lips, taking my cock like a pro.

I put a hand on his big shoulder to steady myself, feeling the solid ball of muscle under his shirt. He closed his eyes and went to work on me, making me shake as he deep throated me. I stared down at him, letting my hand move over his head, feeling the peach fuzz on his head as he slurped me noisily. If he kept this up, I wasn’t going to last long and he would choke on the amount of cum I had stored up.

I moved backwards, letting my cock slip out of his hungry lips. His eyes moved upwards, puppy-like in protest as I pulled him up. He immediately came back to my face, kissing me hungrily while groaning. “I am going to eat you up.” He snarled into my throat as his tongue danced with mine.

I took his hand in mine and pulled him along with me as I started to go up the stairs, but I only made it half way before his hands were on my ass and he was pushing me down, his face at my cheeks and his tongue searching. I squirmed as I found my body on the stairs, then moaned as he split my butt open and his wet tongue searched for my hole. He licked me expertly and I stopped moving, letting him taste me, letting him pry me open, making me moan loudly. I looked over my shoulder to see that bald head between my ass and wondered if we would make it to the bedroom at all.

But this time there was no Ken coming home. No Allie arriving suddenly. No kid to take care of. No work worries. It was me, alone in my house, with someone that was just as passionate as I was. For the first time since Brian moved away, I started picturing what it would be like to be living with another man again. What it would be like to be able to have sex anywhere, anytime. Like I had with Joe. And wanted with Brian.

Bill must have been thinking like me because I saw him stand up and open his jeans and pull out that monster cock of his and then lean over me and rub it along my now wet ass. His face was beside me, licking my ear, kissing my neck as he rubbed his cock up and down my crack.

“I can’t wait to be inside you.” He moaned in my ear, sucking on my earlobe and sending shivers through me.

I pushed myself backwards, feeling just how hard his cock was, and managed to get a footing on the stairs. “Not here. In my bed. I want you in my bed.”

This had an effect on him as he growled and playfully bit my shoulder, then smacked my ass and helped me up. I reached the top and turned around to see him, his dick sticking straight out of his jeans, and that sexy look on his face as he walked towards me. He started unbuttoning his shirt as he moved, me watching him as I backed up to the bed and sat on it.

I had a towel laid across the bed and moved to my side where he followed facing me. He waited, and I sat back on the bed and looked up at him, as he slowly peeled his shirt off. I could have clapped at the sight, seeing he was wearing no undershirt. The sight of his body just made me tingle. He was all man, just the way I liked them. Big. Beefy. Built. Muscular. And fucking hot.

I wanted to just get my hands on him, rip his clothes off and attack his hot body while kissing him. But instead I sat back, enjoying the sight of him slowly taking his clothes off for me. Anticipating that moment when he would be fully naked, and on top of me.

He slid his jeans down his legs, revealing those wide quads, muscled calves. He peeled each sock off, exposing those perfect looking feet, leaving him completely naked in front of me. He was beautiful, from head to toe. And if we weren’t both attached to someone…

He slowly stepped closer to me, moving my legs open with his hands gently. My hands moved towards him, needing to touch him, needing to feel him. As soon as I touched him, he let out an audible sigh and a small sound groan came from his throat.

My hand wrapped around his thick tool, feeling how hard he was. I could barely get my hand around it before he started to move forward, crawling up my body and pressing that cock into me, pinning me backwards on the bed and moving his face into my neck to let out a louder groan as he grinded his body onto mine. He felt heavy, solid, and good. The last time we were together we were all over each others cocks. This time I wanted him deep in me. My hands went around his body to his bubbled ass and I grabbed it firmly, squeezing both hard cheeks in my hands as he pressed himself into me.

“Oh my God….” I started to moan before my mouth was covered once again with his. I closed my eyes and let go, my legs sliding open, my feet moving onto his legs, my arms going slack as I felt his body cover mine. His hands slid up my arms, moving to my fingers to clasp each hand tightly in his, pulling my arms up straight above me, holding me down as his hips moved sensually into me. As my legs moved up him, my ass opened up and I could feel his dick poking at me, digging to be inside me.

“Did you miss my cock?” He whispered into my ear as our bodies fused together. I turned my head slightly sideways, letting my nose touch his cheek and he turned more to me.

“Yes.” I whispered back, my lips brushing against his goatee.

“Want me inside you?” Bill’s own lips brushed against my cheek and I felt myself harden even more. I lifted my legs more and pulled him into me further. I was under him, his hands holding mine. He had me pinned to the bed, this masculine muscle hunk about to have his way with me on my own bed.

He lifted himself up a bit from me and I could see his eyes looking into mine. Then he lowered his head towards mine and that anticipation of his mouth coming to mine overtook me once again. I watched in slow motion as he moved closer, his lips parted slightly as they connected with mine. I groaned as I felt his tongue slide into my mouth and squeezed his ass harder as we kissed. There was a new hunger to him now. Or was that me.

He pushed off me momentarily, enough to see him spit into his hand and rub his own cock before he returned to kiss me, deeper than before. His hands were on my wrists now, holding me down as I felt his cock searching for my entrance. I moved sideways, arching my back to assist, until his slick cock head found my opening, and we both froze in position, anticipating this even more.

“Holy fuck,” he moaned into my neck. “Why do you turn me on so much?!” He pushed himself up further, holding me at my elbows now, looking down at our cocks. My one leg was over his arm, the other on his shoulder. My ass was up and ready for the taking. His cock was pulsing, almost knocking on my door. I could feel his fucking heart beating through his dick.

Then his eyes looked up at mine and we both just paused, letting our breaths out in a steady rhythm. I felt him push in a bit, and the pressure was there as the head of his big dick tried to slide in. I breathed in deeper, still maintaining eye contact and licked my lips, still pinned the bed under him.

He was moving so slowly that it didn’t even feel like he was moving at all. His entire upper body was flexed tight, holding his position as his dick inched its way inside me. Naturally. Slowly. Effortlessly. It was like my ass was slowly and carefully welcoming him back inside. No pain. No hints of discomfort.

I saw his head nod a bit, as he licked his own lips. He seemed unable to move or change position, as if he feared he might alter the feeling. Then he grinned. “You feel so fucking amazing.” He whispered as I opened up more and he slid into me a little faster. I felt his hands squeeze my arms, and as I let out a sound he pushed his way all the way in until his hip bone connected with my ass.

I looked down and saw my dick LEAKING cum. “Fuck!” I moaned as I watched a small stream flow from the tip of my cock with just him sliding in. Bill groaned, and used a finger to scoop up my juice and suck it off his own finger.

Again he paused, holding his body in position over me. I felt his cock flex, throb a couple times as if sensing the new tightness surrounding it as more pre-cum spilled from my cockhead. I moaned a little with each pulse of his dick and I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

“Oh my God Bill.” I moaned, feeling rather lightheaded.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, not moving. “I love the way you say my name.”

I opened my eyes, seeing the look on his face. He was totally relaxed, his face calm as he stared at me.

“Tell me what you want Brian.” He asked me quietly, moving a hand back up to my fingers to clasp our hands together as his other slid up my leg against his chest, pulling it tighter to him.

My free hand went to his chest, feeling the hardness of his nipple. “Fuck me Bill.”

Bill grinned and then shook his head from side to side. “I’m going to make love to you Brian.” Holding my leg to his chest, and propping himself up with my hand in his, he started to slowly pump my ass as he continued to stare into my eyes.

I started to squirm, not due to being uncomfortable, but because it felt so good. I was so turned on, feeling how amazing he felt inside me. All my hidden emotions, all the feelings I had suppressed when Brian moved to the States came flooding back as I felt Bill on me. I let out a loud groan and slid my leg off his shoulder and pulled him into me. I was suddenly on fire.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Bill moaned as we kissed, sliding his hands under me and really digging into me now. I wrapped my legs around him, hooking my feet on his ass and getting my arms around his broad shoulders as he fucked me harder. He felt incredible.

This was different than being pounded hard by Ian.

This was not the random hook ups I was having.

This was like being with Brian. This was feeling like the times with Frank and my professor. This was the feeling I had when I was with Joe.

“Fuck Bill!” I moaned. “Oh my God you feel amazing!” I yelled, clamping my mouth on his shoulder when his face moved sideways as we moved together.

His hands grabbed my waist and he moved up onto his knees, looking down at me, his chest heaving out. He remained still for a moment and I saw his pecs bounce as he grabbed my legs and moved them together, putting my feet together and grabbing my ankles with one big hand. He started to thrust again hard and deep, making me groan in pleasure as I bounced on my bed.

And then he was off me, wiping his forehead and grinning from ear to ear. He grabbed my head and kissed me furiously, then gently, peering into my eyes. “I don’t want to cum just yet. You feel too fucking good!”

He flipped me over on my stomach and mounted me again, covering my smaller body with his larger one. At first his cock just moved up and down my ass, sliding along my bubbled jock butt, until neither one of us could take it. I reached around and separated my own ass and begged him to put his dick back in me. Without hesitation, he did, and he slid in like he belonged in there.

I grabbed his wrists beside my shoulders and hung on as he drilled me steadily, our bodies smacking together with every grunt from our throats. I kept turning my head to watch him, wanting to see his body, wanting to see the look on his face. Bill would lean over and kiss me every time I did, as if he too wanted to see my face, until he decided that this position wasn’t working for him anymore and he pulled out and tossed me over on my back again gently. I wasn’t a play thing, or a toy. He was moving me around with passion.

“Fuck it!” He said, grabbing both my ankles and holding me wide open as his cock pointed back at my ass. “I need to see you.”

He slid back in deep from this angle as he held me like a wishbone. I gripped the sheets and held on as I watched his now shiny with sweat muscled body above me.

“Holy fuck!” I groaned as he hit my prostrate and I spasmed. I let go of the sheets and reached for any part of his naked body I could touch. I grabbed his thighs as I arched, feeling the need to suddenly piss or cum. He saw the look and the way I was moving and grabbed my erection and started to fist it as he pumped into me. “Don’t or I’ll shoot!” I moaned.

Bill didn’t stop. Just looked at me with a half grin and kept a steady rhythm on my cock as his thick member worked like a piston inside me. I pushed my ass more on him, feeling the need to connect closer to his body as I felt the rising sensation of my juices flowing from my balls. I was going to shoot alright.

“Fuck I love this!” I moaned.

“Yeah? You love my cock?” Bill edged me on. “Love me inside you?”

I nodded, digging my fingers into his solid quads. “Yessssss.” I hissed. “You feel so good!”

“Yeah? You wanna feel me shoot inside you?” Bill’s voice was like a drug. I started to shake uncontrollably as I watched him. My own cum was flooding to the surface as his words hit me. “You wanna feel my love inside you baby?”

“Yeah I wanna feel it Bill!” I shouted through gritted teeth. “I wanna feel your love!” I managed to get out as I shook like a woman in a bad porn video and spilled a bucket full of cum out of my cock. It shot straight upwards in a thick wad and landed on my chin and chest. Spurt after spurt started erupting as Bill’s deep voice boomed over me.

“Take my love baby!” He moaned and thrust into me hard as his fist clamped around my cock. More of my cum continued to flow out of me as he started to unload inside me. “Take it!” He repeated with each hard pump into me. “Take it! Take it! Take it!”

And then he loomed over me and collapsed on me, his sweaty body covering mine, his panting breath on my neck and his mouth searching for mine. I kissed him like I was still on fire, still shaking, still oozing cum.

“Fuck I love you!” I blurted out.

“Oh my God I love you too!” he moaned back, not stopping kissing me.

Both of us seemed to be even more turned on by those confessions, and we didn’t stop. Our bodies kept going, our mouths kept kissing, his hips kept moving. And before I knew it, Bill was in a push up position over me, still fucking me, his cock still hard, my ass still wanting more.

His back was slick with sweat and I was loving it even more. I grabbed his ass and urged him on, telling him to keep making love to me, to never stop. I was unbridled. Unleashed. Unstoppable. And so was Bill.

“Told you I was going to make love to you!” He moaned in my ear.

My fingers were practically scratching his back as he pounded my ass continuously. “I fuckin’ love it. Don’t stop!” I moaned back, finding his mouth with mine and kissing him frantically.

By the time he exploded his second load in me, we were a ball of sweat, panting heavily and gasping for breath as he finally slid out of my ass. I rolled over on him, still needing that body to body connection, as he apologized for being so sweaty.

I sat up, straddling him and feeling his pecs as he maneuvered my ass at his hips and lifted his cock up in the air to smack against my back. Unbelievably, he was still fucking hard. Even after two loads. He smiled at me and then moved his arms upwards, cupping his hands behind his head.

I contemplated riding him again, but figured it best to have a break. By the smirk on his face I figured he was reading my mind.

“Holy FUCK you felt amazing!” He yelled suddenly, flexing his biceps as he kept his hands behind his head. He gave me a little lift upwards as he playfully raised his ass off the bed, seeing me clasp his pecs for support at the sudden movement.

“So did you. I haven’t felt like that in a long, long time.”

“Sweet fuckin’ ass. Big cock. Cute face. Amazing body….” Bill said slowly as his eyes roamed over me. “I’d be making love to you every fucking hour if we were together.” He said half to himself before his eyes met mine. I saw this look come over his face, and I couldn’t quite read it. But I might have been thinking the same thing.

I suggested a shower, seeing as how sweaty and cum covered we were and hopped off of him before he could answer. He followed me into the ensuite as I turned on the water, and grabbed a couple towels. Both of our dicks were still thick and bouncing as we moved. Bill went into the shower first, rinsing off his entire body and stroking his cock as he watched me enter into the stall with him. Without a word, he turned me around and washed my ass and back tenderly, until we switched around and I got to work my own soapy hands all over his big body.

He was tall and lean, but still very muscular. Not like Joe muscular, or Professor Tom muscular, but nicely built with a thick body, big pecs, and a nice, bubbled ass. He was solid and ripped. It felt good to be spending this sort of time with another man again, and the more I did, the more I wanted. Bill was quiet after his making love every hour comment, and all we did was smile and stare at each other. The shower felt great, but Bill’s body felt even better. Before long, his arms were wrapped around me. His body was hugging mine. His mouth was kissing me. And his cock was hard yet again.

So I wasn’t too surprised when he turned me around gently and stepped up behind me. I felt his cock rubbing behind me, then his hand was holding it, smacking it playfully on my ass.

“You want more?” He said behind me, his mouth at my ear as the hot water cascaded off of us. He didn’t wait for me to answer, just took my body’s position and my ass pushing backwards towards him as his signal and he eased himself back into me.

He wrapped an arm around me as I leaned against the shower wall, feeling his cock slide into me easily. I grunted out quietly and let out a long breath of air as he filled me once again. It felt good surprisingly, for a third round. I was expecting tenderness, or soreness. But instead, it was like he fit inside me perfectly. Every time. I moaned as the water splashed around me as he gripped my hips firmly and started to fuck me hard. He was fucking me like a beast, pushing me forward to try to get just the right angle, but there was still a sort of tenderness to him.

We didn’t speak, just leaned into it and enjoyed the feelings again. I listened for his breathing as I leaned against the wall and pushed my ass back towards him. And the minute he started to pant and increase his breathing, I begged him to cum inside me again.

“Fuck baby here it comes!” He suddenly bellowed, squeezing his big fingers into my sides. He rammed it in as he started to shoot and my cock responded immediately. I grabbed it as he let go inside me, grabbing the sides of the shower walls for balance and groaned loudly as he bucked into me. I spread my feet wide, feeling his bare feet next to mine. I looked down at them, seeing his toes gripping the floor of the shower as I felt my own juices erupt. His cock felt raw inside me as he held me still, moaning as the walls of my tunnel gripped his shaft with each forceful eruption as my cum sprayed against the shower wall. When I stopped he pulled out and I gingerly stood up and turned around.

He smiled at me and reached behind me to grab soap and started to lather up as I grabbed my ass and let the water cascade over my backside. I stepped aside to let his bigger, more magnificent body get under the stream, staring at features of him that I could. As beautiful and built as he was, he was also proving to be equally tender and soft, kissing my forehead and then each spot he washed, bending down to make sure every crevice and square inch of me was washed clean.

“I think I filled you up good.” He said as he shook his head under the water like a dog, soap now covering his glorious torso. I rubbed it into him, letting my hand feel his muscles as he closed his eyes and raised his head to the shower head. I watched the water run over his body, down his flat stomach, over his bulging quads and curving calves, right down to his wide feet where the water pooled around his perfect looking toes. “Can’t remember the last time I shot three loads in a row.” He chuckled under the water.

Perfect looking I thought as he stood before me. And when his eyes met mine there was a moment when we just stood there. And I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking.

And then he kissed me. Silently. Passionately. And I was convinced he was thinking the same thing.

It wasn't just me. We were falling for each other.