Omaha BoyxBoy Smut Book

Nate and sammy

Request.

Third persons pov

He began shedding his clothes as he made his way towards the bathroom, looking forward to a relaxing shower.  The sound of the water pelting toward the base of the shower filled the room, and Sammy  left the water running so it got nice and hot.

As he stood in front of the mirror, he rolled his head from side to side, loosening his tense neck muscles, his eyelids heavy as he studied his reflection.  He watched himself trail his hands over his taught chest and pecs, downwards over his abs further towards his pubic hair and cock.  He imagined his hands were Nates  slightly larger hands, working their way over his smooth tattooed flesh, teasing him, making his thick dick stir.

As the steam from the shower filled the room, Sammy walked in and stood beneath the powerful jets, the tension and aches soothed by the hot clean water.

Sammy was lost in his own thoughts of pleasure and the feel of his hands on his skin – so lost in fact, that he was oblivious to the sound of Nate in the bathroom, stripping his t-shirt and shucking off his trainers into the corner.  Nate was content to watch his lover, turned slightly to the side, as he bathed and teased himself, nonchalant and unaware of his presence.  Nate  watched as the rivulets of water trickled seductively down Sammys back and sides, tracing his butt and ass crack like ghostly fingertips.

Nate chewed his lower lip as he imagined his tongue, instead of the clear droplets, mapping the soft flesh.

As his belt buckle clacked on the cold tiles, Sammy finally turned to lock eyes with his scruffy blonde lover.  Pinching the water from his eyes with his thumb and forefinger, he met Nates gaze and licked his lips,

"You get off on watchin' guys get clean Nate?"

Silently Nate acknowledged the lack of pleasantries.  Not that he was complaining, he had enough plans for Sammy's  sweet mouth without banal banter taking up precious time.

"You're always dirty Sammy"his eyes glistened at the double entendre.  And the miniscule non-sexually charged portion of his mind marvelled at the fact he knew what double entendre meant.

Sammy noticed Nate casually caressing his balls that looked tight against his skin as he spoke to him.  He joined Sammy in the shower and became immersed under the pelting water, his hair darkening and random drips falling into his eyes,

"You look damn hot dripping wet in the shower,"

"You look hotter dripping in my fucking cum – "

At that, Sammy let out a growl and pressed his lips hard against Nates

Nate  instantly groped for Sammys supple ass, squeezing the fleshy globes in his large palms.  He moaned from the dual assault of the water over his body and the heat from Sammy's fluid tongue, fighting with his own.  They didn't kiss like girls - all sissy sweetness.  They kissed firm, hard, hungry for satisfaction and power.

The heat in the shower increased from the passion emanating from the two men.  Their moans and pants echoed around each other as their hands roamed over each other's saturated bodies.

As Sammy tightened his grip in Nates soaking strands of hair he felt Nate slip his hand between their bodies and surround his hard cock, the head twitching with every long stroke as Sammy sighed against Nates neck whilst he attacked it with lips and tongue.

"Fuck Sammy..you're so fucking hard"

"Hard for you baby. Wanna make you cum so bad,"sammys breath caught in his throat when Nate held both erect dicks together in one hand, the tight warmth slippery from the shower felt so good to both men.  Then Nate began to feel a familiar pressure in his groin, but it wasn't an orgasm.

                      

"Shit" he murmured, slowing his ministrations.