don’t know if that’s what he wants right now.
He pokes his head around the corner. “Hey,” he says. “Are you going to join me in here or what?”
The hot shower quickly steams up the bathroom. Colt is naked under the spout and his eyes are closed. He’s brushing his hair back and forth, and rubbing his hands under his armpits and down around his crotch. He doesn’t use any products, and I love it that way. He never smells dirty to me; he always smells sweet, like strawberries or something. I don’t know how he does it. I reach out and touch his stomach; he doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay closed and he continues rubbing his body all over. He looks calm now. Maybe this is how he deals with things. Long, hot showers.
I keep touching Colt’s stomach. If you push the skin around, you can make out the muscle shapes underneath. He could probably lift me up with one arm. I reach down to cup his balls. They feel heavy like usual. This surprised me the first time I felt them; I thought maybe he just had to cum really hard but nope—he’s just got some big balls.
Poor Colt. How the hell do I comfort him?
I hold his penis. It’s hanging quite far down. I thought he was a show- er, instead of a grower, but it doubles in size somehow. Moving that much blood would make me lightheaded for sure. His cock’s skin is smooth, and his shaft is squidgy but solid, like all penises I suppose. But this one feels special. I bend down and give it a kiss. Colt still has his eyes closed. “We’ll fix this,” I say.
“No,” he says. “We can’t.”
I hush him and rub his arms. This whole time I’ve wanted Colt to be with me, looking after me. But maybe, he’s the one that needs looking after. Maybe he wants me to take control and guide him. I’ve never thought of Colt as someone who could give up control. Like, it doesn’t seem like that would be in his genes. I say again, “We’ll sort it out.” He just shakes his head now. The water drips off his eyebrows and nose and chin. He breathes slowly.
I start to think; maybe he wants me to make a move on him. Is that the craziest thought I've ever had? I turn him around, and he complies. He still hasn’t said more than a few sentences in here. I run my hands down his strong, thick back muscles. My fingers arrive at his ass. It’s plump with muscle. I spread his cheeks to see that he shaved his asshole. “When did you shave this?” I ask.
He grunts something inaudible.
“You’re wallowing,” I say. “Let’s take action.”
“There’s nothing to do,” he says. It’s horrible seeing him like this. I reach under and squeeze his cock and balls. He jumps a bit and says, “Hey.”
“Wake up,” I say, and squeeze his ass, digging my nails in. Colt turns around and shoves me. I grab his face and kiss him. He pushes me off. “You need some tough love, you know that?” I say.
“I’m not in the mood,” he says, and turns around to lean against the shower wall.
I decide to try once more; if he keeps this up, I’ll just leave him here. I stick my fingers in my mouth to get them lubed up. Then I place them against his hole. I just hold them there, completely still. I’m trying to feel him out. He doesn’t respond. He just keeps leaning against the shower wall with his hands on the tile. My index finger and middle finger are right against his asshole. I move them in a very small circle for a while, then I apply some pressure. Colt lets out a moan and stops himself, like he didn’t mean to make any noise at all. I massage harder, and push them in deeper. I don’t push hard enough to open him up, though. I want him to really want it, like I do when he’s making a move on me.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I say.
He doesn’t reply. Have I woken him up?
I squeeze his ass cheeks with my other hand and then reach under to grab his cock and balls. He lets out another short moan. He’s getting hard; his cock is less squidgy now. He really does want
He pokes his head around the corner. “Hey,” he says. “Are you going to join me in here or what?”
The hot shower quickly steams up the bathroom. Colt is naked under the spout and his eyes are closed. He’s brushing his hair back and forth, and rubbing his hands under his armpits and down around his crotch. He doesn’t use any products, and I love it that way. He never smells dirty to me; he always smells sweet, like strawberries or something. I don’t know how he does it. I reach out and touch his stomach; he doesn’t flinch. His eyes stay closed and he continues rubbing his body all over. He looks calm now. Maybe this is how he deals with things. Long, hot showers.
I keep touching Colt’s stomach. If you push the skin around, you can make out the muscle shapes underneath. He could probably lift me up with one arm. I reach down to cup his balls. They feel heavy like usual. This surprised me the first time I felt them; I thought maybe he just had to cum really hard but nope—he’s just got some big balls.
Poor Colt. How the hell do I comfort him?
I hold his penis. It’s hanging quite far down. I thought he was a show- er, instead of a grower, but it doubles in size somehow. Moving that much blood would make me lightheaded for sure. His cock’s skin is smooth, and his shaft is squidgy but solid, like all penises I suppose. But this one feels special. I bend down and give it a kiss. Colt still has his eyes closed. “We’ll fix this,” I say.
“No,” he says. “We can’t.”
I hush him and rub his arms. This whole time I’ve wanted Colt to be with me, looking after me. But maybe, he’s the one that needs looking after. Maybe he wants me to take control and guide him. I’ve never thought of Colt as someone who could give up control. Like, it doesn’t seem like that would be in his genes. I say again, “We’ll sort it out.” He just shakes his head now. The water drips off his eyebrows and nose and chin. He breathes slowly.
I start to think; maybe he wants me to make a move on him. Is that the craziest thought I've ever had? I turn him around, and he complies. He still hasn’t said more than a few sentences in here. I run my hands down his strong, thick back muscles. My fingers arrive at his ass. It’s plump with muscle. I spread his cheeks to see that he shaved his asshole. “When did you shave this?” I ask.
He grunts something inaudible.
“You’re wallowing,” I say. “Let’s take action.”
“There’s nothing to do,” he says. It’s horrible seeing him like this. I reach under and squeeze his cock and balls. He jumps a bit and says, “Hey.”
“Wake up,” I say, and squeeze his ass, digging my nails in. Colt turns around and shoves me. I grab his face and kiss him. He pushes me off. “You need some tough love, you know that?” I say.
“I’m not in the mood,” he says, and turns around to lean against the shower wall.
I decide to try once more; if he keeps this up, I’ll just leave him here. I stick my fingers in my mouth to get them lubed up. Then I place them against his hole. I just hold them there, completely still. I’m trying to feel him out. He doesn’t respond. He just keeps leaning against the shower wall with his hands on the tile. My index finger and middle finger are right against his asshole. I move them in a very small circle for a while, then I apply some pressure. Colt lets out a moan and stops himself, like he didn’t mean to make any noise at all. I massage harder, and push them in deeper. I don’t push hard enough to open him up, though. I want him to really want it, like I do when he’s making a move on me.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I say.
He doesn’t reply. Have I woken him up?
I squeeze his ass cheeks with my other hand and then reach under to grab his cock and balls. He lets out another short moan. He’s getting hard; his cock is less squidgy now. He really does want
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