2 - And the water turned cold on him...

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Frank plopped his bags down inside James' house, stretching until his stomach showed.

"Hey, buy me dinner first bud." James said, walking past him and tugging his shirt down.

"Haha, I'm broke dude. And I got a girlfriend."

Frank sat down on the couch and stretched out even more.

"The fuck? I thought you were leaving that hoe." James replied, stretching out beside him.

"Well they always come back...I dunno man, I might forgive her."

James hit Frank in the arm, and Frank winced. "No dude, that'll be what...Like the fifth time?"

"Second."

"Whatever. Dude, just no. Please promise me you won't go back to her? She has the other guy now."

"I mean I guess..."

Frank sighed and closed his eyes, only to be spooked by James again.

"Tonight. Bar. With me. I want you to meet people."

"Dude, I'm not gay" Frank laughed.

"I didn't say that. Flirt with Amanda, she's the bartender."

"Mmmm okay, whatever you say."

"Yes" James said, getting up. "Now get dressed. We're leaving in five."

Frank groaned. "Already?"

"Yes already. C'mon, shower, it's 3pm!"

James ran over to Frank and grabbed him, pushing him into the shower.

"Go! Get clean, so you can smell all nice and wonderful for the ladies"

Frank closed the bathroom door and chuckled.

"Or dudes." James finished in a low whisper, but just loud enough for Frank to hear.

He shook his head and began taking off his clothes, remembering the first time James came out to him.

They were both sitting at lunch, a couple days before high school graduation, when James admitted he'd been seeing a 20 year old guy. Frank was never a homophobe, so he easily accepted James as he was.

But he still teased him. "So I can't call you a faggot anymore?" Frank joked, sipping his water.

"As long as I can call you a hetero-ape" said James, taking a bite of his spaghetti.

Frank slipped off his boxers and strode into the shower. He turned on the water and let out a soft moan as the warmth fell over him.

Looking around the shower for any type of sudsing substance, Frank's eyes landed on a red bottle decorated with black flowers.

"Damn, thats some fancy ass soap." Frank said to himself, cracking the top open and squeezing its contents onto his hand.

He snapped the bottle shut with one hand and began trying to lather the soap on him.

"What the fu..."

He picked up the red bottle again and read the front.

Gentle Glide Silicone-Based Lubricant

"Fuck!" He hissed, putting the bottle back where it was before.

Frank looked down at his flaccid member and sighed.

Why not? He thought, taking it in to his hand and leaning against the shower wall. He began slowly moving his hand up and down his sex, biting his lip as he slowly moved faster on himself.

 He began slowly moving his hand up and down his sex, biting his lip as he slowly moved faster on himself

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The longer he went, the more intense it got. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his back curved as he felt his body tensing up, getting closer to release.

Thoughts of his now ex flooded his mind, and even though he tried to think of something else, he was so immersed in the moment that it seemed almost impossible.

As he edged, he bit his lip tightly and slid down the shower wall, his body in a mess of pleasure. Grunts and moans escaped his mouth until, with one last sigh, he had come onto his tattooed hands.

Unable to get up off the shower floor, he sat there breathing heavily and letting the water that started to become cold clean him off and wash his overly-sensitive self.

He didn't even flinch when James pounded on the door. "Yo, you done yet? Christ, I need to bathe to ya know!"

Smirking and using the bar on the shower wall to help himself up, he rinsed the rest of the evidence down the drain and got out of the shower, whining softly as the towel brushed over his pelvic region.

He wrapped and tied the towel around him and exited the shower. "It's all yours." He said to James, who was sitting on the couch.

"Finally." He replied, getting up.

Just before he closed the door on Frank, he said "I heard you, Frank."

Once again, Frank said nothing in reply, just shook his head and giggled to himself.

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