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Authors: Brenda Cottern
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images. His breathing was harsh as he stroked himself and his sweat merged with the hot spray of the shower.
The memory played out and the fantasy continued as they sank to the tiled floor of the shower. Johnny's hands flailed about for purchase until they eventually grasped Mike's hard thighs. Mike could practically feel Johnny's rough fingers digging into his legs as they came to settle on the floor of the shower.
In Mike's mind he was brave enough to pull Johnny tighter against himself and felt his best friend relaxed into the embrace. The action of pulling him closer caused Mike's arm to brush against Johnny. He was hard too. The thought, no the memory, made Mike's eyes spring open but only for a moment before his orgasm slammed out of him and he had to steady himself against the shower wall.
Did that really happen ? Was the first thought that registered in Mike's mind. He had fantasized about turning on his best friend so many times over the last six months that he doubted his memory from their shower together the night before. Mike steadied himself and pushed off the wall and not a moment too soon, as Johnny called out.
"Damn, bro, it's a sauna in here." Johnny was barely visible through the thick glass blocks that made up the shower wall.
Fuck ! How long had his best friend been standing there? A moment of panic flashed through Mike as he tried to recall if he had made any noise louder than the shower. Reality settled on Mike as he reminded himself that Johnny was a ladies man. His brother had no reason to stand in Mike's bathroom and watch him beat off through the shower's glass blocks. Even if Johnny had seen him, he would likely think Mike's fantasy involved some big breasted blonde.
Mike would know soon enough if Johnny had seen him because he would never hear the end of it. Johnny was infamous for his ball busting and this would be one opportunity that would be too good to pass up for his brother.
"You saying I need a cold shower?" Mike replied without thought then cringed when he realized what he'd said and the opening it gave his best friend.
"Just saying I won't need to pay for the gym sauna now that I know what the hot water heater can do," Johnny replied and Mike could see Johnny's outline through the glass as he stood before the toilet.
Mike felt sure there was no risk of becoming aroused again as he turned off the shower.
"Hand me a towel," he asked Johnny as he heard the flushing of the toilet. Johnny balanced on the walker and tossed the towel to Mike before he spoke.
"Going to need to grab some stuff from my place."
"Your dad brought a bag by last night but there are new razors in the drawer." Mike wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped from the shower. Johnny retrieved the new razor and shaving cream and Mike watched as he tried to balance on the walker in front of the sink to shave. "You sure you should be doing that?" Mike met Johnny's eyes in the mirror.
"The stubble is driving me crazy, bro." Johnny scratched his jaw for emphasis. "Plus, it's a safety razor. Not like it will slit my throat."
"No, just make your face look like it went through a meat grinder." Mike grinned at his brother. "Sit down," he indicated the toilet and Johnny raised a blond brow. "I'll be right back."
Mike ducked out of the bathroom and threw on his briefs and jeans. When he returned, Johnny was still standing in front of the sink and had applied the shaving cream to his face.
"Damn it Johnny, I told you to sit down," Mike growled at his best friend. "Before you fall on your ass."
"Fuck, Mikey, I'm not an invalid," Johnny growled right back and glared at him through the mirror.
"Fine," Mike replied and leaned on his bathroom wall behind Johnny with his arms folded across his chest. He knew this was an intimidating posture, used it all the time with suspects, but doubted it would have any effect on Johnny. He continued to stare at Johnny through the mirror but his brother no longer stared back. Shaving
The memory played out and the fantasy continued as they sank to the tiled floor of the shower. Johnny's hands flailed about for purchase until they eventually grasped Mike's hard thighs. Mike could practically feel Johnny's rough fingers digging into his legs as they came to settle on the floor of the shower.
In Mike's mind he was brave enough to pull Johnny tighter against himself and felt his best friend relaxed into the embrace. The action of pulling him closer caused Mike's arm to brush against Johnny. He was hard too. The thought, no the memory, made Mike's eyes spring open but only for a moment before his orgasm slammed out of him and he had to steady himself against the shower wall.
Did that really happen ? Was the first thought that registered in Mike's mind. He had fantasized about turning on his best friend so many times over the last six months that he doubted his memory from their shower together the night before. Mike steadied himself and pushed off the wall and not a moment too soon, as Johnny called out.
"Damn, bro, it's a sauna in here." Johnny was barely visible through the thick glass blocks that made up the shower wall.
Fuck ! How long had his best friend been standing there? A moment of panic flashed through Mike as he tried to recall if he had made any noise louder than the shower. Reality settled on Mike as he reminded himself that Johnny was a ladies man. His brother had no reason to stand in Mike's bathroom and watch him beat off through the shower's glass blocks. Even if Johnny had seen him, he would likely think Mike's fantasy involved some big breasted blonde.
Mike would know soon enough if Johnny had seen him because he would never hear the end of it. Johnny was infamous for his ball busting and this would be one opportunity that would be too good to pass up for his brother.
"You saying I need a cold shower?" Mike replied without thought then cringed when he realized what he'd said and the opening it gave his best friend.
"Just saying I won't need to pay for the gym sauna now that I know what the hot water heater can do," Johnny replied and Mike could see Johnny's outline through the glass as he stood before the toilet.
Mike felt sure there was no risk of becoming aroused again as he turned off the shower.
"Hand me a towel," he asked Johnny as he heard the flushing of the toilet. Johnny balanced on the walker and tossed the towel to Mike before he spoke.
"Going to need to grab some stuff from my place."
"Your dad brought a bag by last night but there are new razors in the drawer." Mike wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped from the shower. Johnny retrieved the new razor and shaving cream and Mike watched as he tried to balance on the walker in front of the sink to shave. "You sure you should be doing that?" Mike met Johnny's eyes in the mirror.
"The stubble is driving me crazy, bro." Johnny scratched his jaw for emphasis. "Plus, it's a safety razor. Not like it will slit my throat."
"No, just make your face look like it went through a meat grinder." Mike grinned at his brother. "Sit down," he indicated the toilet and Johnny raised a blond brow. "I'll be right back."
Mike ducked out of the bathroom and threw on his briefs and jeans. When he returned, Johnny was still standing in front of the sink and had applied the shaving cream to his face.
"Damn it Johnny, I told you to sit down," Mike growled at his best friend. "Before you fall on your ass."
"Fuck, Mikey, I'm not an invalid," Johnny growled right back and glared at him through the mirror.
"Fine," Mike replied and leaned on his bathroom wall behind Johnny with his arms folded across his chest. He knew this was an intimidating posture, used it all the time with suspects, but doubted it would have any effect on Johnny. He continued to stare at Johnny through the mirror but his brother no longer stared back. Shaving
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