Gay Sex In Shower

After a while Ken headed to the kitchen to get us drinks, and as I watched his tight little rump disappear I realized that it was going to be tough to keep my hands off of him when we went back to work on Monday, even though I knew that we had to pretend that we were just co-workers.

That was still a couple of days away, and when Ken returned with the brews, the sight of his dick wiggling as he walked toward the bed was too much for me to resist.

“Oh my!” Ken said, doing a dead-on impersonation of George Takei in that commercial as he set the beers down on the night table when it became clear that my mouth was going to be busy elsewhere.

On my knees in front of Ken, my mouth enveloped his tiny stem as my hands clutched his buttocks. I wanted to feel his dick grow in my mouth; wanted to savor the sensation of his modest little tool blossoming into the long throbbing manhood that I felt against me before.

It didn’t take long, as I felt him get hard while my face rested in the impossibly soft tuft of black hair above his cock. I let my lips slide back up the length of him, letting go of Ken’s cock and smiling as it sprang up toward his stomach.

My tongue caressed the muscled underside of his arching tool on my way to his balls, and after I licked the meaty orbs in their hairless wrinkled sac, I took them in my mouth, suckling on Ken’s balls tenderly before letting them rest against my chin again when I went back to work on Ken’s cock.

I slid the long foreskin down, exposing the conical glans to my affection. My mouth nibbled all over the tender glans before letting my mouth slide down Ken’s pulsating organ once more. Ken groaned and held onto my head as I swallowed him to the root while squeezing his ass.

Bringing Ken to the brink of orgasm several times while his increasingly shaky legs struggled to keep him standing, I made love to his throbbing manhood while his pendulous balls spanked my chin. Soon I was practically holding Ken up with my hands as I felt his body tense.

Ken’s cum was so warm and sweet as he came in my mouth, the hot jets of his seed coating my mouth and throat while his body quaked with the force of his orgasm. I eased us both onto the bed after Ken’s orgasm subsided, and we held each other tight as we tried to catch our breath.

***

“I have a thing for hairy men,” Ken confessed as we rested in bed.

Ken was on his side facing me, his elbow propping him up as he ran his fingers through the pelt of fur on my chest, searching for my nipple and teasing it when he found it.

“I’m glad of that,” I said, exhaling as Ken’s fingers raked across my chest.

“At work, when I would see the hair peeking out from the neck of your shirt, it would drive me crazy,” Ken said while taking my hand and raising my arm until my wrist was back at the headboard. “You still smell so nice.”

Ken leaned forward until his face was under my arm, and as he continued to look over at me, began to kiss and nibble at the hair under my arm. When he saw my reaction, Ken got even more passionate, licking and chewing my armpit ravenously.

“You trying to get me crazy?” I asked.

“You like?” Ken asked, a devilish grin on his face, and in response I rolled over on top of Ken and pinned him down, overpowering him despite his best efforts to stop me.

“How would you like it if I did that to you?” I asked Ken, as my eyes went to Ken’s exposed armpits, which were pale and absolutely smooth.

“Aaaah!” Ken cried out as my tongue raked across the buttery smooth skin of his underarm.

“Mmm,” I purred. “So smooth. Do you shave your armpits?”

“I used to tell people that I did, because I was so embarrassed that I didn’t have any hair under my arms,” Ken confessed. “Maybe that’s why I have a thing for hairy men. Opposites attract perhaps?”

“I’ll bet you can really feel it when I do this,” I said, letting my tongue dance under his arm again before nibbling at the bare skin with my teeth.

We wrestled playfully on the bedding, both of us making love to each other’s armpits, and when I reached down I could feel that Ken was as hard as I was.

“Guess we aren’t all that opposite,” I told Ken, since it was obvious that we both loved what we were giving and receiving.

Ken climbed around until he was above me straddling my face. I felt Ken’s lips on my cock as I looked up at his dangling sac, which looked even bigger from the angle. I took his left nut in my mouth and sucked on it, letting my mouth work as an agitator on the meaty orb before going over to the other one.

After giving Ken’s balls a through oral exam, I let my tongue drift along that sensitive ridge below his scrotum. I front of my eyes, the pink puckered ring of his anus looked so inviting that I couldn’t resist.

I’m usually not one for this, but Ken was so sparklingly clean and virginal looking that I couldn’t help myself. My tongue caressed his anus, even poking a bit inside the puckered ring. and when I did that I heard Ken make a choking sound. It wasn’t because of the cock he had in his mouth either, and when I felt something warm landing on my chest I discovered what was happening.

“That wasn’t fair,” Ken said with a laugh. “Now I have another mess to clean up.”

As I watched Ken’s masterful cleaning skills work their magic on my chest and stomach before eventually going lower, I concluded that my co-worker and I might have something special here, and it was a very good thing that we wouldn’t be working right next to each other much longer, because it would be hard for me to get any work done around Ken.

******

It was almost three in the morning, and I’m sure that Ken was as happy as I was that we didn’t have to got to work in a few hours. It wasn’t like I was tired though, because being with Ken had energized me in a way that made me feel like I couldn’t get enough of him.

That was why I said yes when Ken asked me, in his gentlemanly and shy way, if I would let him do something to me. Actually, I said no first, but that was only semantics because I’m not a believer in doing something to another man or him doing things to me.

I’ve reached the point in life when the things I do with a lover have to be done WITH him, not simply to or by him. The days of reckless coupling and one-night stands were long gone, and as I had become increasingly selective with my choice of lovers, so did my insistance that the other man would feel the same way. Judging by Ken’s words and deeds all night, as well as the way he seemed to enjoy me as much as I did him, my answer was easy.

That was why I was on my stomach, with my butt raised in the air. Behind me, Ken’s face was buried between my buttocks, his hands spreading my cheeks while his tongue danced around my hairy ring. Funny thing was, if I had suspected this would be happenning, I would have shaved down there, and that would have disappointed Ken somewhat, since he seemed thrilled by the abundance of hair I had everywhere, even in my butt crack.

Ken’s tongue was like a serpent’s as it danced around the area, first licking the underside of my balls before working up to my puckered ring, and then dancing inside of me before straightening up.

I shivered when I felt Ken’s oiled finger slide inside of my ass, spinning deep inside of me as I groaned with pleasure. Only one man had ever done what Ken was about to do with me, since I was usually on the other end of the equation, but I wanted Ken to have me. I needed to feel his cock inside of me.

Ken was gentle, like he had been in everything we had done, and when he slipped his long, slender manhood into my anus, letting it slowly slide in until he had fully impaled me, it felt wonderful. Ken’s ragged breathing was much like my own as he wrapped his arms around me and reveled in the moment.

With a patience that made it all the better, Ken began to slide his cock in and out of me with a deliberate rhythm, almost completely retracting his sleek sabre out of me before fully impaling me again.

Ken’s hands were all over me, so much so that it was like he had become an octopus. His fingers ran up and down my front side, stroking my cock, sliding up my stomach and through my chest and raking through my armpits.

All the while Ken was kissing and licking my back, the pelt of hair that coated it seeming to inflame Ken even more. His tongue made me shiver as my petite lover mounted my hulking form and quickened his tempo, his probing becoming more brisk with each passing minute.

Soon Ken’s thrusts had become more like a jackhammer, partly because I had indicated that I was loving what he was doing by pushing back against him. By the end, the slapping of our bodies together sounded like thunder, and when Ken cried out and filled my bowels with his hot seed, I was sorry it was over.

***

“Maybe it will hurt less the next time,” I suggested as Ken let me cradle him in my arms.

The sun was coming up, and we had just made love, with Ken on the receiving end. It wasn’t my idea, but Ken had insisted on it. Much like I had felt the need to be taken by Ken, so too had he felt that he wanted me inside of him.

This wasn’t something I did a lot of, and in fact after my teenage years had pretty much given it up. It wasn’t so much the length as the thickness of me that caused a problem, and when I was young and uncaring the merciless pounding of some faceless bottom had usually left me unmoved, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Ken.

On the other hand, having earlier savored Ken’s tiny orifice, there was a part of me that wanted him, so convincing me wasn’t all that tough to do. I was every bit as tender with Ken as he had been with me; even more so, as I took my time and gently relaxed his puckered knot with my fingers.

Even with all of that, when I finally climbed behind Ken and tried to introduce the greased head of my member to Ken’s anus, it was, like my first lover had said years ago, like trying to stick an apple through the eye of a needle.

Ken grunted and made little sounds that suggested pain, but not only did he not utter a discouraging word, he seemed to want more and more despite the fact that I was being so careful in trying to not hurt him.

Ken was so tight that I found myself cumming rather quickly, which I thought was probably for the best anyway, and after I coated his insides with my seed I hugged him tightly while easing us down to the bedding.

“You should not have felt so guilty while we were making love,” Ken said as we caught our breath.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I said.

“Next time, I would like it if you weren’t so nice about it,” Ken said. “I guess I should have been more honest about that in the beginning.”

As it turned out, Ken wanted it rough. He told me in no uncertain terms that he enjoyed being ravaged from time to time, and spoke about how next time he wanted me to take him with a mirror in front of us, so he could watch me taking him as savagely as I could manage.

“I wasn’t sure I could take a man built like you,” Ken told me. “The only three men I had ever experienced like that were not nearly as well endowed as you are, but now that I know…”

“That will have to be for another time though,” I said, admitting that my body was drained at last.

“Tomorrow night?” Ken suggested as we headed to the bathroom and a shared shower.

“Now that’s an idea,” I agreed. “My place though. I’ve got a dresser with a mirror, and all we have to do is swing the bed around and you’ll be able to see us. Won’t that be nice?”

“Nice, but not too nice,” Ken reminded me.

***

As it turned out, Ken wasn’t kidding. He did like it rough sometimes, and as long as we were playing, I found that I got off on it too. We rearranged my bedroom the next day, permanently it seems, so that Ken can stare straight ahead and watch when I take him anally.

I admit that seeing the twisted facial contorsions on Ken’s beet-red face when I looked along with him at the mirror in front of us was a bit off-putting at first, but it was obvious that it turned Ken on, and even more so if I looked like an animal while impaling Ken with every inch of me.

I guess when you’ve got your lover on all fours in front of you and have his hair in your grasp while you pound into his ass with all of your might, and you look down and see his untouched cock springing around wildly while ejaculating all over the place, you can safely assume it’s good for him too.

But it’s the tender times that I enjoy most of all, and I think that’s the way it is with Ken too. In the year we’ve been together there’s been a lot of those times, and I’m hoping for a lifetime more of them to come.

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3 thoughts on “Gay Sex In Shower

  1. Drew aka Drucifer says:

    I like the way two men can communicate their desire for one another; then, start flirting with each other til they find themselves alone, & falling deeply in love while exploring each others body for the first time. Only to start a life long sexual relationship. Now that’s what I call “Tender”

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