brushed the cloth over Matthew.
Matthew gasped at the touch of cotton to skin as if the towel didn't separate them.
“Were you even legal then?” Richard asked. He threw the towels toward the bathroom.
“Yeah. I may not look it, but I'm twenty-two, been coming here since I turned nineteen.” He shrugged. A blush crept over his cheeks and down his neck. “I applied nine months after I graduated from high school. I wasn't on the waiting list for too long. At my interview they said they usually don't accept members under twenty, but I must have made an impression with my enthusiasm for all things sex.”
“Did they ask for an audition?” Richard asked. “'Cause that could explain it.”
“No.” Matthew frowned. His eyebrows drew in.
The look didn't sit right with me. Not on him.
“Oh wait. I did blow the guy.” He laughed, and his face lit up.
Richard dropped his head forward. “Man, you are too much fun. And sexy as fuck.”
“I am?”
“Hell yes.”
Matthew stretched his arms over his head. “I'd like a shower.” He leaned over to me. “Wanna join me?”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Richard snorted. “Now, now, you've scared the skittish thing. And after all this talking, which I'm pretty sure our friend here isn't used to doing after sex. On top of the fact he's here with us again even though he's never with the same guys twice.”
I threw him a challenging stare. I wanted to prove something to him, but why did I care what he thought of me? “Come on, kid. I can go for a shower.”
Matthew jumped off the bed and followed me.
“Good for you, Luke.” Richard stretched out on his back. “You two wore me out. I'm going to lie here for a while longer.”
Matthew bounded back to the bed and planted a kiss on him. Richard's hands found Matthew's ass and tugged him onto his large body. They lingered over the kiss, hands groping, skin sliding over skin.
I leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and watched Matthew's ass move, watched his balls sway as he gyrated with the kiss. If he kept it up, he'd have Richard hard again in no time.
When they finally parted, Matthew made his way to the bathroom with a bounce in his step. He rubbed the back of his hand along my thigh as he slid past me.
I followed him in, turned on the water, and held the shower door open. He stepped under the spray, a new bar of soap in his hands. I stood back for a moment and admired his lean, smooth body and the way his wavy hair straightened under the weight of the water. I hadn't showered with anyone else in such close proximity since high school gym class.
I stepped closer and reached out. Matthew turned to me, and I halted my hand in midair. Wanting to touch him had nothing to do with getting off, returning a favor, or trying to convince him to go to bed with me. I simply wanted to touch his skin, feel his warmth under my fingers, and follow the dip and rise of each lean muscle as it fanned out from his middle.
Matthew watched me with his dark eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, the rest of his body still, waiting for my touch to connect us again.
My fingers danced in the air as if they'd already made up their minds, but the rest of me held them back. I inched my hand closer and trailed my fingers over his abdomen, traced the thin line of dark hair leading to his crotch with the pad of my thumb. He stepped into the touch. My hands explored around his cock, his sac, his thighs, and back up his body. He raised his hands to me and lathered the soap up my arms and over my shoulders.
He touched every part of my body and rotated between washing me and himself. Light, playful contact. My spent cock was just coming back to life when he turned the water off and got out of the shower.
I stepped out behind him. “I guess I can add tease to your list of qualities.” Although, hadn't I teased too?
Matthew grinned and wrinkled his nose. He wrapped a towel around his waist and moved toward the door. I grabbed a hold
Matthew gasped at the touch of cotton to skin as if the towel didn't separate them.
“Were you even legal then?” Richard asked. He threw the towels toward the bathroom.
“Yeah. I may not look it, but I'm twenty-two, been coming here since I turned nineteen.” He shrugged. A blush crept over his cheeks and down his neck. “I applied nine months after I graduated from high school. I wasn't on the waiting list for too long. At my interview they said they usually don't accept members under twenty, but I must have made an impression with my enthusiasm for all things sex.”
“Did they ask for an audition?” Richard asked. “'Cause that could explain it.”
“No.” Matthew frowned. His eyebrows drew in.
The look didn't sit right with me. Not on him.
“Oh wait. I did blow the guy.” He laughed, and his face lit up.
Richard dropped his head forward. “Man, you are too much fun. And sexy as fuck.”
“I am?”
“Hell yes.”
Matthew stretched his arms over his head. “I'd like a shower.” He leaned over to me. “Wanna join me?”
Every muscle in my body tightened.
Richard snorted. “Now, now, you've scared the skittish thing. And after all this talking, which I'm pretty sure our friend here isn't used to doing after sex. On top of the fact he's here with us again even though he's never with the same guys twice.”
I threw him a challenging stare. I wanted to prove something to him, but why did I care what he thought of me? “Come on, kid. I can go for a shower.”
Matthew jumped off the bed and followed me.
“Good for you, Luke.” Richard stretched out on his back. “You two wore me out. I'm going to lie here for a while longer.”
Matthew bounded back to the bed and planted a kiss on him. Richard's hands found Matthew's ass and tugged him onto his large body. They lingered over the kiss, hands groping, skin sliding over skin.
I leaned against the bathroom doorjamb and watched Matthew's ass move, watched his balls sway as he gyrated with the kiss. If he kept it up, he'd have Richard hard again in no time.
When they finally parted, Matthew made his way to the bathroom with a bounce in his step. He rubbed the back of his hand along my thigh as he slid past me.
I followed him in, turned on the water, and held the shower door open. He stepped under the spray, a new bar of soap in his hands. I stood back for a moment and admired his lean, smooth body and the way his wavy hair straightened under the weight of the water. I hadn't showered with anyone else in such close proximity since high school gym class.
I stepped closer and reached out. Matthew turned to me, and I halted my hand in midair. Wanting to touch him had nothing to do with getting off, returning a favor, or trying to convince him to go to bed with me. I simply wanted to touch his skin, feel his warmth under my fingers, and follow the dip and rise of each lean muscle as it fanned out from his middle.
Matthew watched me with his dark eyes. His chest heaved with each breath, the rest of his body still, waiting for my touch to connect us again.
My fingers danced in the air as if they'd already made up their minds, but the rest of me held them back. I inched my hand closer and trailed my fingers over his abdomen, traced the thin line of dark hair leading to his crotch with the pad of my thumb. He stepped into the touch. My hands explored around his cock, his sac, his thighs, and back up his body. He raised his hands to me and lathered the soap up my arms and over my shoulders.
He touched every part of my body and rotated between washing me and himself. Light, playful contact. My spent cock was just coming back to life when he turned the water off and got out of the shower.
I stepped out behind him. “I guess I can add tease to your list of qualities.” Although, hadn't I teased too?
Matthew grinned and wrinkled his nose. He wrapped a towel around his waist and moved toward the door. I grabbed a hold
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