Mikes
Story
Part 3
by bradley morgan
at the top of my ass.
“Damn dude, you’re tense.”
He laughs working the knots out of my
shoulders. I try to make my mind blank but
the massage does feel good, and there’s
something about having his hands on me.
I’m terrified but, it’s somehow comforting. My
cock is growing and there’s nothing I can do
to stop, I try to think of sports but I see my
track mates and the bulges in their sweats,
I try to think of cold showers but all I see is
this hot shower and Devon standing behind
me massaging my shoulders and gripping
my hip. What am I going to do? There’s no
amount of steam that will hide my semi-erect
cock when I finally have to turn around.
“Ok bro, I think you’re good.” He
releases the grip on my shoulders and slides
his left hand away from my hip, stepping
back.
“uh, thanks.” I can’t turn around
and face him, I need to stay where I am.
“Where’s Ryan? He wasn’t in class today” I
figure if I ask about Ryan that’ll come across
as natural conversation.
“He’s got family visiting in the city
so he’s downtown for the day. He’ll be back
tomorrow.”
“Oh, cool.” Has he noticed I
haven’t turned around? I look up at the
faucet and rinse my hair some more. Out
of the corner of my eye I see Devon step
forward and turn off his shower faucet. I turn
to the left so as to keep my cock out of his
view. It’s not fully hard, but its twitching and
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definitely responded to his muscular touch.
“Alright well, I’ll be up all night
with Mrs. Harrison’s algebra homework
so I should bounce. You going to be ok?”
Devon asks this obviously aware of my weird
behaviour.
“Uh, yeah, I’m good man, just
going to finish up and head home.” It must
seem weird to him that I’m speaking to the
shower wall, not turning and avoiding eye
contact. Then, my worst fears are realized
when I hear his feet slapping the wet floor,
getting closer. My hands are reaching to
opposite shoulders, my arms laying over my
chest clearly in a nervous stance. Devon
steps up behind me, I feel his face next to
mine as he looks over my shoulder and
down to my cock, halfway hard. I can hardly
breathe. With his permanent grin, he looks
up from my cock and at my face. I avoid eye
contact. This may be the most humiliating
moment of my life. His smile broadens.
“Yeah, I’d say you’re good.” His
left hand slaps my ass and he walks out
of the shower. “See you tomorrow Mikey!”
Now I’m alone, only the sound of the water
spraying me and the floor. Not another noise,
or person, just me. In sports, a slap on the
ass is like bro-code for ‘good work man,’ and
it happens with such frequency I never even
notice it. But this time I noticed it. This time,
I was bare assed. And right now, my cock is
fully erect.
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