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I reached for his hand and relocated it to my erection. “As long as he knows where he’s going, I do.”
“What about the rigs?”
“What about them?” I asked, rubbing the front of his swim trunks and discovering I wasn’t alone in the desire department. “Oh, and just so you know, I’m not afraid to lead the way when I want something really bad,” I added.
“Duly noted,” he replied, turning and heading for the house, doing what I’d asked and leading the way.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: Cole
I held Chad’s hand and didn’t look behind me. Butterflies invaded my stomach and possibly every other vital organ I had. He wanted his partner to lead, so I was going to do exactly that. I rushed through the front door and headed straight down the hallway toward the stairs to my bedroom, but I decided I was desperate to get him naked and the bathroom on the main level was a hell of a lot closer.
I pulled him into the bathroom and wrapped him in my arms again, this time forcing my tongue into his mouth as our hands fought with Velcro and drawstrings on our shorts. I pushed his board shorts past his slim hips as he tugged my trunks to my knees where I wiggled out of them.
Both of our cocks were upright, their heads swollen purple in anticipation of long-awaited release. I leaned into the shower and turned the overhead rain shower on, adjusting the temperature as Chad nuzzled my neck and gripped one of my ass cheeks.
I stepped away from the shower enclosure, grabbing his wrists and moving him away from me. I wanted a full view of this boy badly. “You’re stunning,” I whispered. And he was.
His smooth skin was golden and completely without hair besides the blond pubic hair above a perfect cock. His board shorts had left the skin beneath them a flawless white, their outline clearly in view, showing off his tan line. The thought of this God-like surfer boy standing naked in front of me was all the stimulation I needed.
His stomach was flat and hard, and eight clearly defined abs were outlined like checkerboard squares, drawing my desire to lick him from head to toe. I’d seen obliques a time or two at the gym, but Chad’s were sharper and sexier, pointing to the treasure located below. Smallish pecs and modest biceps screamed all boy. He was naturally athletic. No gym sculpted body for his lean torso. His body was the natural result of swimming and surfing for hours on end.
And his cock was beautiful. More than a mouthful by a wide margin and the smooth balls that hung below appeared soft and delicious. I wanted every inch down my throat.
“Please turn around,” I asked, locking eyes with him.
The request appeared to excite him as he moved slowly to face the opposing wall. My mouth watered at the vision in front of me. He had a surprisingly strong back. His back muscles were lean and sinewy, without a trace of fat anywhere to be seen. But it was the two round globes of flesh that held my eyes, each one a perfect handful, with the tiniest, fittest, and sexiest thigh gap, exposing a zone I wanted to explore.
I was an ass guy. And as an ass guy, I was like a connoisseur of fine wine when it came to them. I possessed the ability to spot a good year for an ass, and his birth year was obviously one of the best years on record, according to my professional opinion.
My hunger for him was multiplied tenfold at the sight before me. Long, lean legs held up the prize-winning globes with their runners-legs appearance. Muscular without being massive. Smooth to match the rest of him, but that ass. Oh my God, that ass.
“How about a shower, sexy?” I asked, moving behind him and placing my hands on his ass, one hand per butt cheek, a perfect fit. I gently lifted each firm cheek and let them fall, enjoying the subtle bounce of each one as I released them. “Your ass is amazing.”
Chad stepped into the shower. “Glad you like it,” he stated. “I look forward to you showing your appreciation for said ass.”
“I’m going to warn you,” I began, joining him. “I am a total ass guy.”
“And I’m going to warn you. I like mine played with. A lot.”
If my cock wasn’t leaking by that point, it was now drooling as it imagined burying itself inside the boy in my shower.
We embraced as the water cascaded over us, our mouths reunited in a frenzy of lust. I could not get enough of him, no matter how close I held him. Our cocks wrestled between us as we kissed, trying to figure out when their turns began.
I grabbed a bar of soap and built up a good lather before handing it to him and then reaching for his cock. I soaped its length, taking my time to cup his balls and massage them as well. Moving my soapy hand up and down his shaft caused him to release a moan of need so strong that I thought he might shoot his load.
“Not yet, boy,” I growled, spinning him around, his back to me, and then reaching around for his stiff cock. He tilted his head back against my chest as I went to town on his cock, stroking and milking, simultaneously tugging on his balls.
“Careful,” he whispered, straining to maintain his composure. His body tightened in my arms as I supported his weight.
Chad was shredded and his entire body was that hard, lean muscle you’d expect on a surfer. He was slight, but not wispy. He was easily maneuvered, but strong. I was able to effortlessly position him where I wanted, and he was receptive to the idea of being handled by a man.
After soaping his cock, I moved my hand to his asshole, running a finger back and forth across his pucker. His body stiffened again and he let out a small cry of need.
“You like that, don’t you, boy?” I said into his ear, sliding my mouth lower and biting at his neck.
“What I like is you calling me boy,” he voiced through gritted teeth. “Keep that up, Mr. Hicks, and I’ll do just about anything you want me to.”
Chad had an angelic quality about him. The way he interacted with his friends and parents, and the way he seemed when I was around him, was uniquely special. He was gentle and kind. You knew that when he spoke, his words were thought out and delivered with an ever-present desire to please.
