fiction.
Devon stares at me blankly, then smiles
to ease the tension. I realize I’ve paused
perhaps a bit too long.
“You ok?” He asks grinning,
“Yeah, sorry, I’m just tired today
I guess.” I throw my towel onto a hook and
move into the shower area. I turn on the
water about four faucets away keeping my
body turned more or less away from Devon. I
shower with Devon as much as eight times a
week, each day after gym practice and three
days a week after track practice. There’s
no reason for me to feel uncomfortable.
Although, this is the first time we’ve ever
showered just the two of us...... And I guess
it’s the first time we’ve showered just the two
of us after he’s found his way into one of my
jerk off fantasies.
“You excited for provincials?”
Devon asks breaking the silence.
“Yeah, I’m pretty stoked for it.
Where is it again?” My back is still to him.
“Georgian Bay or somewhere
north, cottage country I think, or at least
near a lake.” Devon’s talking about the track
provincials. Each year our team travels and
competes with other high schools in the
province. It’s pretty fun, long days but there’s
down time and we get to miss like three or
four days of class.
“Nice, I love swimming in lakes.” I
still haven’t looked at Devon.
“Haha, you mean skinny dipping in
lakes, right?” Startled by the comment I turn,
and Devon is now at the shower faucet right
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next to me. If I had been looking his direction,
I might have noticed him moving over.
“Sorry man, I could hardly hear you
over the sound of the water so I moved over.”
He’s always smiling when he talks, his teeth
are perfect.
“No worries man.” I finally turn
towards him, focusing on keeping my cock
soft. I dispense liquid soap into my palm and
reach over my shoulder, then strain my other
arm across and do the same to my other
shoulder.
“Hey man, I got you.” What is
Devon talking about? He steps forward,
pumps three shots of soap from the wall
mounted dispenser into his hand, rubs his
palms together and steps to my back. If it
weren’t for the noise of the water spraying,
he surely would have heard me gasp as
he placed his hands on my back. My body
shuddered.
“It’s cool man, there’s no one
here.” He assures me. I can feel his the
presence of his naked body behind me,
his large hands massaging soap around my
back and shoulders.
“ahhh, thanks man.” I’m trying to
sound normal. His strong hands work up
and down my back, low enough just to graze
the top of my ass. He starts squeezing my
shoulders with his right hand, massaging
them. To get a better grip he takes me by the
hip with his left hand. His fingers lie inches
from my cock which is now stirring, and his
palm restts
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