Page 34 of Snowballing

“Thanks.”

Sure enough, thirty seconds later. The stream turned into a trickle and disappeared.

I stepped out and grabbed two towels off the nearby rack, covering up my junk as soon as I could.

“Ooooh.”

They were warm.

“Yeah, it’s nice, isn’t it? Towel heaters.”

I held out the towel for Trey to take, doing my best to not look at him when I handed it to him, but I wasn’t familiar enough with the layout and slammed my hand into the shower glass.

“Shit!”

But before I heard Trey’s ‘I got it,’ I had already bent to pick it up. My foot slipped out from under me and I had no time to catch myself. Like a tree felled by a swarthy lumberjack, I slammed into the floor, naked and ass up.

“Gareth!”

Of course, that’s exactly when Eli would show up. When I’m sprawled, practically presenting myself to him, likely a perfect view of the hole he ravaged with his beer-can dick.

“Are you alright?”

I felt his hand on me and was so thankful I wasn’t face up. My balls were saved by the plush towel, and my dick, despite his touch, had remained soft because of the trauma. I hadn’t been in the warm water long enough to counter the shrinkage yet, either. I did not need him to see it this small. It was embarrassing enough I was already half his size when it wasn’t retreating into my body to survive.

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ELI

Gareth’s pert ass was on full display, but Trey was right there. I couldn’t stare even though I could still remember each delicious curve and the perfect hole nestled in between those pale, muscular buns like it was yesterday.

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

I helped Gareth stand, noticing he kept the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Trey had a huge grin on his face for some reason.

“Am I missing a joke?” I asked him.

“No.”

“Was it a pipe? What happened?” Gareth asked, adjusting the towel so he could finally let go of it. He folded his arms across his chest. He was likely still cold.

“I’ll get you some clothes.”

I needed to get away from his body if I was going to sleep tonight without having to jack off.

From my bedroom, I answered him. “I think it was a pipe above Trey’s bedroom. I already called someone to come out. He’s on his way to assess the damage.”

“Damn, that was fast.”

I was struggling to find something for Trey. He was going to swim in whatever I gave him, so I went with the biggest t-shirt I could find. He could wear it like a nightgown.

Dressing Gareth was easy. My favorite t-shirt from college. I wanted to see him in it, and - fuck it - now was my chance. Paired with running shorts, it made a respectable pajama ensemble. And as luck would have it, I had a few unopened packs of briefs. Bikini briefs. A gag gift from Lane and Raquel.

I lost the battle to remain soft and had to swoop my hand down to adjust my cock, trapping it in my waistband for now.

“Here ya go,” I said, returning to the bathroom. “Best I could do.”

Gareth thanked me and Trey practically screamed, “It’s a dress!”