“Yeah.”
I slowly pulled out, and we traded places. “Un-be-liev-able!” Tyler exclaimed under his breath. xnx “No,” I said. Some soap remained, and along with the water, his crack was slippery. Tyler and I are both lefties — lefty lovers sometimes happen. He tensed. Speaking of which, I turned on the shower behind him and it came out cold. We aimed our streams downward onto each other’s legs. There’s something about using soap and a bare hand to bathe your lover that is intimate differently from sex alone. “Are you gonna be able to come?” I asked him. Tyler, hands on the wall, kept his butt pushed back. Two fingers went okay, and soon, the thickness of Tyler’s crown pressed between my butt cheeks once again. “Let’s shower!”
Tired as I was, it wasn’t a bad idea.
