By the time he finally looked back at us we were side by side under adjacent jets of water, our backs to him. No sign of what had just happened betrayed our little adventure.
‘Maybe now you’ll behave in gym class,’ Dean tutted and flicked his towel against the back of my legs.
I felt the sting, yelped and flinched. But then, as he left us to finish washing, I felt the after-sting, a dull, warming pain and decided that it felt good.
But my mind was distracted. As soon as Dean left the shower Milo lent over to me, took my aching cock in his hand, pulled me towards him and kissed me hard.
‘Let’s get into trouble again,’ he whispered.
‘I can’t wait.’