At the end of the class, everyone, well, all the girls went to talk to him, so I cleared myself out to the dressing room. I think I heard him calling me once or twice, but I didn’t stop myself from walking.
I entered the dressing room, took my clothes off and then, got to the shower. He entered a few minutes later; he took his clothes off and joined me. It was the first time I had a shower with someone else, with another man, in a very long time. I wasn’t in gym class, so I didn’t have to shower myself up after any class, and I was the only boy in dancing class, so I was used to be alone in the showers. Until that day.
“Hey, why haven’t you waited for me out there?”, he said. “I called you”.
“I thought you might want to talk with those girls. And I didn’t hear you anyway”. I did hear him, but I couldn’t wait for him, I just couldn’t, my feet didn’t answer to my brain’s orders. And I think I didn’t even want to wait for him. Fear, maybe. “Sorry”.
“Don’t say sorry. It’s ok”, he said.
“Ok”, I replied.
I couldn’t figure out he was so well built in class, because he had his T-shirt on, and it didn’t show his body properly. His chest was perfect; not too small, but neither too strong. He had some abs, not as strong as his chest, but you could see them clearly. And then, there it was, this “V” in his lower zone which I loved.
He must had noticed I was looking at him, because there was no speaking at all, just the sound of the water crushing onto the ground and our bodies, and I also nearly stopped cleaning myself up, but he said nothing. I stopped looking and tried to think about any other thing, because something was starting to grow up in between my legs.
I had hardly controlled my self-erection when he held his sponge out to me. “Could you wash my back, please?”. I wasn’t expecting him to ask me that, so it took me a minute to answer. “Ye-Yeah”, I said. Then he turned around and I started washing.
I loved this picture of my hand, moving the sponge trough all his back, leaving lather behind, while water fell down and took the lather with it. I couldn’t realise I was smiling until I finished and the ends of my lips went down at once.
“Thank you”, he said, while he turned around. I could see this grateful look in his eyes, while his mouth let out a little and wonderful smile.
“You don’t need to say thank you”, I said.
“Why? I asked you to do something for me, and you did; I have to say thank you”.
I turned and locked my gaze on the soap. He really knocked me off with that answer. “You just don’t need to”, I reached to say after a second.
He smiled and turned off the tap. “Ok”, he said, while he smiled and tried in vain to ruffle my hair, still wet.
