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.’
Then he pulled himself so far from my cock that I felt his arsehole almost let my nob go, but it gripped me tight just in time and with a quicker movement swallowed it all inside again. This time I also thrust forward and I saw the muscles on his back knot up. His arse tightened, his legs went stiff and, unable to stop himself, he slipped his hands from his head and onto mine. He grasped my hands and squeezed tight. His arsehole contracted, almost crushing my inflamed cock as he pushed back hard and quick, pulling away immediately and then thrusting back again. After the third time he squeezed my hands so hard that I knew he was coming. His body froze, his sphincter grabbed at me and I felt my own cock spurt inside him. Each time I came it swelled some more, I felt it spasm, felt the heat and blast of orgasm deep inside him and felt his body tighten all around it.
We stood dead still, unable to make a sound and unable to hold each other as both of us let loose our spunk. And all the time our eyes were fixed on the prefect now washing soapy water down his back. I watched it run in little rivers until it vanished into the dark crack of his arse, saw it drip from between his legs, the hair on his balls hanging soaked beneath. I watched it run down his strong, sportsman’s legs and drain off onto the floor where it mixed with Milo’s come and ran quickly away.
‘Right you two,’ Dean suddenly spoke and I looked up. He was reaching out for a towel, grabbing wildly in his temporary blindness. ‘Get yourselves under the water now and do it properly.’
Milo let go of my hands, quickly reached behind himself and pushed me away. My cock slid from his arse and flopped, semi soft, into the steamy air as he stepped forward.
And then he turned to face me, showed me his own, still stiff cock, thick and cut, growing from a small patch of blonde pubes, dripping the last of his come from the slit. He smiled at me and winked.
‘Get a move on,’ Dean barked. He had turned off his shower and had his towel over his head.
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