My Gay Cabin Fever

HEAD and shoulders

The door began to open... Through the steamy glass, I saw a head of brown emerge from behind the door. It was Dylan. I peered around the shower edge. Still mostly naked, Dylan had headphones in attached to a phone which he had stuck in the band of his jockstrap. Obviously his music was too loud, meaning he couldn't hear the shower running. Pulling down his jockstrap for another photo, he revealed a monster of a penis.

Flash.

Shit - I was in the photo. Inspecting it, Dylan zoomed in on a certain point: me. He started walking towards the shower, jockstrap now left on the floor. Pushing open the door, he looked at a wet, naked me. He began to stroke his monster dick, it's thick length beginning to rise up. He walked in and pushed me up against the wall. "You like that?" he whispered in my ear. "I saw you enjoying the view earlier, so why not let me enjoy this view." I looked down at my body that was muscled, my abs glistening from the rushing water which now ran down Dylans thick forearms. His girthy member was rubbing up against mine, both hard as rocks. He released his grasp on my chest and began to get on his knees. Putting his soft lips around my cock made my dick tingle with sexual excitement. The warm, wet feeling accompanied the smooth gagging sounds which was music to my ears. Dylan began to fasten his pace, moving quicker and quicker, my dick hitting the back of his hot throat. I felt a rush of pleasure as I reached climax, and sent a white liquid down his throat. He rose from his knees, my cum surrounding his mouth. He pushed me into the wall once again, and I tasted my own cum from all over his mouth: the salty taste exciting my tongue. As he made his way out he smiled and picked up his jockstrap. "You'll get to enjoy this later," he exclaimed winking at me before the head of brown hair disappeared behind the door.