IN WHICH THERE WILL BE SQUIRTING OF ONE KIND OR ANOTHER.
For a virgin, Justin was more confident and aggressive than I had imagined.
“You’ve really gotten over your shyness!” I marveled over my shoulder, as he held me with one arm around my waist, the other loofahing my back, his pelvis — and everything it encompassed — thrusting into my ass.
“It’s you … you’re changing me. You turn me on so much, and I feel so comfortable with you … I think you’re so dope.” He kissed my shoulder. Aw …
Justin stopped scrubbing me and I turned around to face him, letting the water rinse off my back. His erection was poking me right at my pubic bone, but I chose to ignore it — for the time being. He started to kiss me but I said, “No, it’s your turn now, turn around.”
I squirted Vitabath on his impressive, V-shaped back. But instead of the loofah, I used my hands, lightly and sensuously massaging his neck, back, and then his muscular ass, which I traced with my fingertips, knowing a light touch would awaken all the hot sexual receptors there.
“Mmmmm … that feels so good,” he said.
Now my fingertips swirled closer and closer to the crevice of his buttocks, till I was, every so often, slipping my finger teasingly down into his crack.
“Oh my God,” Justin moaned, as I continued to stroke his ass while reaching my other soapy hand around to address the not-so-low hanging fruit on his front side.
The soapy lubrication was perfect for the hand job at hand, which Justin mightily appreciated.
“Wow, I’m so used to doing this myself, this is great….” He gasped and moaned.
I reached around with the other hand and gently cupped his balls, while continuing the up and down with my other hand, tightening my grip.
With a loud groan, Justin came.
But would he be giving me the shaft? I was counting on it.