Shemmings Incident

Looking down at my shoes I realised I had stepped in dog shit.

"Oh man, this is going to be a pain to clean up." I thought to myself as I grabbed a stick off of the floor and began scraping away. Pondering in some deeper reflection, I began asking myself, how did I get into this situation in the first place?

My day started very much the same way that it started for at least the past couple of years. My morning routine of doing a few sets of pushups right before my cup of coffee and cereal was definitely very familiar to me. I washed up the dishes and decided that it would be a good idea to head to the bathroom and clean myself up for the day. I stood in front of the basin and started by washing my face. As I lathered some facial cleanser onto my cheeks, I thought that it wouldn't hurt to shave away the sandpaper sensation my fingertips where experiencing.

As I pushed the razor blade into every crevice of my face, I swear I could have heard the sound of the front door opening and shutting. I didn't think too much about it and hopped into the shower. The warm water was so comforting. I gently ran soap across my body, in particular, I focused on cleaning my decently sized shaft. I hadn't had another person touch me in such a long time. My penis progressively became harder as I cleaned under my foreskin.

"No," I thought to myself. "Now is not the time to pull one off in the shower"

I finished rinsing off, grabbed a towel and made short work or drying myself. That's when I noticed that a breeze was flowing through my small one bedroom apartment. The front door was left ajar.

"H-hello," I called out as I double checked to make sure that my towel was wrapped tighly around my waist. "W-whos there?" I poked me head around the corner and looked down the narrow corridor, towards my bedroom.

"Oh hello big boy!" a voice echoed out from my bedroom.

"Oi mate, I don't know who you are but I don't want any trouble," I yelled back into the direction of my room. I was scared and and almost shaking uncontrollably. I didn't know what to expect. Was somebody is my apartment trying to steal my TV again? Was this just another prank from the guys at work? Staring with anxious intent, I watched as a shadow emerged out from the depths of my bedroom. Standing in front of me was Luke Shemmings. His physique was absolutely perfect. His body looked as if it was carved by Leonardo Da Vinci himself. His abs were well defined and my God, his legs were the working of a well trained armorer from the middle ages. That however wasn't the thing that I was the most distracted by though. He wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing! His cock looked as if it belonged on a horse. It was so long and thick that it looked as if he could use it as a replacement baseball bat. Mr Shemmings was leaning against the door frame to my bedroom.He looked up and down at my also well defined body is amusement.

"I couldn't help myself, I saw you around the area yesterday and thought that I would come in and and take a closer look," Mr Shemmings explained as his eyes slowly worked their from the top to the bottom of my body. I noticed that my penis was getting to point critical. It was taking on a mind of it's own.

"I'm glad to see you are as excited to see me, as I am too see you," Shemmings said in a teasing yet sensual voice.