The hot water beats down my back and neck in stark contrast to the cold tiles under my hand braced against the wall. My head has fallen forward watching my working hand sweep up and down my long, hard cock.
Only one thing is on my mind. Jack. My new flatmate.
I hold myself tight, thrusting my cock through my fist.
Fuck! That feels good.
I can see him on his knees in the steam, feel his hot mouth, those full lips forming a tight seal around the head as he sucks and flicks his clever tongue over the most sensitive part of it. I want to fuck that mouth, I want to own it, own him.
My head falls back on my shoulders, the water spraying over my head. My eyes are squeezed shut; my breathing ragged as my balls tighten up and I get ready to come. I’m so close now: ass clenched and stomach taut.
The sound of the door closing snaps my eyes open. Through the steam on the shower door I see Jack’s searing gaze riveted on my cock.
What the fuck?!
He doesn’t even blink. Just keeps watching.
His intense stare is fuelling my orgasm. My hand has a life of its own now.
I can’t stop.
My cock feels like it’s going to explode. I can’t believe he hasn’t run out of the room. I was so sure he wasn’t interested; so sure he was straight.
I’m jerking the head faster now. I want to come for him and I know he wants to see it.
His dark eyes flick up to meet mine briefly. The hunger I see there finishes me off. My cock can’t take any more: it burns and throbs needing release.
Suddenly, it’s there. I hunch over slightly, but keep my eyes on him as I frantically work my cock.
“Fuck!” I gasp.
I feel my come rush out of my cock – a deep throb and pulse as streams of it shoot out to cover my hand over and over – falling into the water at my feet.
One more slow, languid stroke up and down my cock and I take a deep breath. Jack’s eyes follow the movement of my hand, then burn a trail up my body until they reach my face. They linger on my mouth – then slowly, steadily meet mine.
God! I can’t believe it. He knows what’s coming and he wants it.
I feel my body relax as my control returns. I stand tall and watch him, watch me. A small smile on my lips. I’m fairly sure I’m about to be the first man to touch him and I’m going to touch him everywhere. I have some serious plans for that cock that I can see bulging in the front of his jeans and that ass that I know fills his jeans perfectly.
I’m going to have it all and I’m going to make sure he loves every second of it.
I turn off the water. The sudden silence in the room only highlights what’s about to happen. I step out of the shower, I feel every drop of water running down my body. Every inch of me is ready for this. My hands tingle in anticipation; my mouth salivates at the prospect of tasting his skin, his cock, his ass.
I want him.
My eyes lock onto his. I see a flicker of apprehension but it soon passes, replaced by white hot lust. I step towards him. He holds his ground.
He is a couple of inches shorter than my six foot two. I feel his breath on my neck, surprised to feel goose bumps form in it’s path. It’s been a long time since anyone affected me this way.
“Tell me what to do.”
I lift my hand to cup his face, stroking my thumb firmly across his full lower lip. I press down demanding entry, pushing my thumb into the hot, wet depth of his mouth. My cock starts to harden again.
“Oh, I will.” I reply.
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