Shower Fever: Jerking Off My Best Friend’s Thick Cock

Steam fills the shower. Jérôme stands there, water cascading over his smooth, hairless skin. We’d just jerked off in the living room, cum drying on our chests. First time seeing each other explode like that. Hearts still racing. He turns, grins. ‘Come on, David. Shower together now.’ His smile lights up everything. So fucking hot.

I step in. Water hot. Bodies close. He soaps up, back to me. Rivulets trace his shoulders, down his tight ass. Skin so soft. Never noticed at the pool. Urge hits hard. Want to touch. Stroke. Heart pounds. He faces me. ‘That was cool, huh?’ Voice low. ‘Yeah,’ I stammer. ‘You jerk off a lot?’ ‘Every day. Thought I’d never do it with a guy. Heart’s still slamming.’ ‘Mine too.’

The Irresistible Pull Under the Spray

His hand on my chest. Feels my pulse. Innocent. But it ignites. Eyes lock on his nipples. Small, perky tits. Pointing out. Hard under water. Can’t resist. Hand up. Palm on his heart. Fingers slide down. Circle his nipple. Soft. Slow. He breathes heavy. Cock stiffens. Straight up between us. ‘Like that?’ ‘Yeah. Super sensitive there.’ Mine’s curving up, longer. He notices. ‘Yours is longer. Nice curve.’

Fever builds. Fingers tease both nipples now. Light circles. His body shivers. Cock throbs. Gland peeking. Left hand pinches right nipple. He gasps. Eyes plead. ‘David… Jerk me off. Make me cum.’ Turns back. Invites. I’m taller. Press against him. My rock-hard dick digs into his waist. Arms wrap. Fingers claim nipples again. Pinch. Twist. Pecs flex. So fucking sexy.

Head on shoulder. View down his body. Abs contract. Trace each one. Slow. Teasing. His hand grabs my ass. Impatient. ‘Please… Take my cock.’ Grip it. Hard as steel. Thick. Straight. Pulpy head. Feels like mine but better in hand. Stroke slow. Like jerking myself. Left hand roams torso. Balls heavy, shaved. Roll them. He moans. ‘Jerk me hard… Gonna cum…’

Explosive Release and Lingering Heat

Water lubes. Soap slicks. Focus gland. Palm swirls crown. Skin tight. Sensitive. ‘Your cock’s perfect. Precum leaking. Balls full. Shoot for me. Geyser.’ He tenses. Balls pull up. Cock swells. Jet blasts. ‘Yessss!’ Five, six ropes. Thick white. Hand on abs feels every spasm. His hand guides mine. Milks last drops. Legs buckle. He leans into me. Cum washes away too soon.

He turns. Water off. My erection hurts. Massive. ‘Your turn. Balls full?’ Kneels. Fist wraps. Pumps firm. Balls swing heavy. ‘Nice hangers.’ Hand to my nipples. Wide circles. Fire spreads. Grip his hair. ‘Jerk me hard!’ He squeezes base. Traps cum. Builds agony-ecstasy. Releases. Explosion. Jets arc over shoulder. Then drench his chest. Nipples glisten with my load. Legs shake. He holds me.

Exhaustion hits. Best orgasm ever. We dry off. Silent. Skin still burns. Touches echo. One more time later. Then life pulls us apart. Eight years gone. He’s away. Hetero me craves that trust. That raw male bond. Rare. Intense. Unforgettable.