Cabin Fever - An Erotic Novel

Chapter 41 - Into the shower once more (FINAL EDIT)

"You need a shower," I told Harry, "and some fresh clothes."

He was sitting on the bed with nothing but a pair of boxers. Calvin Klein. Very original.

"Because of your leg, I will have to go with you," I continued. "Can't have you falling over in there and hitting your head again. You good with that, handsome?"

He nodded. Not that he had any choice in the matter.

I got him to his feet and together made it to the bathroom.

This was virgin territory for me, so to speak.

I had showered naked with other dudes in the past, of course, at the gym and such, but that was under a strictly don't see – and definitely no touching – policy.

This was different.

After getting rid of my clothes – and his boxers – I maneuvered us into the shower booth.

It was reasonably spacious as shower booths went, but still pretty intimate if you catch my drift. Suitable for what I had in mind.

I told him to grab on to something to take the weight of the ankle. He turned his back to me and grabbed a sturdy-looking shower caddy. I hadn't even touched him, and already he was getting a hard-on. And he was shy about it. Cute.

"I don't like to be disturbed while I work, so you get to be quiet," I told him.

He nodded in reply, his back still turned towards me. I had a peek. His thing was sticking out at right angles. It was a nice size, a little smaller than mine, but still big. Straight and smooth, without any blemishes. It looked a lot like a big, pale dildo. I found myself liking it.

I considered jerking him off right away, but it seemed a bit too coarse. He was a guy, so he wouldn't mind, but it wouldn't be as satisfying. It's better when you don't rush.

Instead, I shampooed his hair and rinsed it. Twice. Without getting any soap in his eyes. Felix got skills.

Then I gave him a full-body lather.

He seemed to enjoy it when I rubbed his neck and his chest.

More so when I moved to his ass. Took my time, I did. It's an important area to clean. Didn't quite push my finger into him, just massaged his prostate a bit from the outside. That he really enjoyed. I was pretty sure he would. I certainly do.

Many girls are reluctant to give their man a finger up the butt, maybe because they are afraid he won't like it or they are doing it wrong. But don't have to go internal for a bit of prostate massage. You can do it from the outside as well. If you haven't done it before, try it out, watch the guy squirm beneath your hands. And remember: practice makes perfect!

Anyway. This seemed like a good time to start working Harry's shaft, so it did. I had my left hand do that part of the job – it's just back and forth, not much dexterity needed – while my right kept massaging him between the legs. He became clay between my fingers.

It was not difficult at all. Little different from massaging myself while I jerked off in the shower. Stuff I knew well enough.

When I felt him getting close, I made sure to move him a bit, so the water jets from the shower hit his nipples.

That nearly pushed him over the edge.

I stopped wanking him and just pinched across the root – hard. He bucked and heaved, trying to make himself come, but my grip was determined.

"Please..." he shouted.

"Shut up," I told him and crouched down a little bit to get a better angle. Pushed a finger into him, then another. One is ok, three is a crowd, two a golden middle.