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Sliding the glass door open, Woody stared admiringly at Ethan’s wet body, the hairs on his arms and legs and pubes clung to his skin in a rather exotic way. And his slick brown hair on his head seemed darker with the moisture and steam. Ethan pulled Woody in for a quick but fervent kiss, grabbing Woody’s tight ass cheeks.

“I’ve cleaned as much as I could on the inside,” Ethan said, pulling a body sponge from a basket hanging below the shower head, “Now could you help clean me on the outside.” Nodding enthusiastically, Woody added the liquid soap onto the sponge and squeezed it so that soap suds splattered sexily over Ethan’s chest, running down his washboard abdomen, covering his thick dick with foam. Woody got on his knees now, like a servant, a loyal willing apprentice, honoring the wishes of his manly knight….he began washing Ethan’s legs, loving the way the suds mixed with the hair, loving the way Ethan’s toes curled at Woody’s lathering.

Woody now stood up and asked Ethan to turn around so he could take good care of Ethan’s backside, especially that very important part found just below his rigid trunk and just above his solid thighs. Woody began by placing the sponge right at Ethan’s neck and slowly ran it down his spinal column, feeling the exotic bumps along the way until he reached the tail bone. Woody let a finger slip teasingly between Ethan’s butt crack…hearing the older man let out a whimper of glee…but quickly retracting his finger to go up Ethan’s back again. In a slow exotic zigzagged fashion, Woody washed the broad canvas of Ethan’s back, loving the way the hills and mountains of his muscles shifted and moved so dynamically.

And soon Woody returned to Ethan’s buttocks, scrubbing both cheeks squeaky clean, giggling when Ethan tried to make them dance, slapping Ethan’s bum to make him stop, but only egging him to shake more of his booty. And then the high school senior knew the perfect way to make Ethan stop shaking his butt, he spread Ethan’s ass cheeks apart…and surely enough, they stopped twitching. With several swift strokes with the body sponge, Woody had cleansed Ethan’s entrance, starring at the tightness, and feeling his own cock rise to full attention.

Suddenly the roles were switched. Woody was no longer the servant, no longer the apprentice, he was now the knight…and he would have his way with Ethan, his lover. It didn’t take long for Woody to snap on his condom, nor did he take time to lube himself up. Ordering Ethan to lean forward, facing the wall, Woody grabbed a great hold of Ethan’s hipbone and didn’t even need to ask if his partner was ready…he knew Ethan had been ready since the shower began. Forcing himself all the way in until his pelvis slammed against Ethan’s rear, Woody gasped, his eyes widening in realization, at the sudden tightness surrounding him.

It was the hottest, tightest spot Woody’s dick had ever encountered. Ethan’s love-chute was burning, scorching, hotter than anyone’s mouth. It was snug, constricted, tighter than any girl’s pussy. Woody had to wonder how it was possibly for any other guy to fuck a hole this tight and not come after three thrust. This was it, the ultimate love-hole for a man’s penis. The hole that challenged all males—the hole that could separate the men from the boys. Woody so desperately wanted to be a man, but he must prove it first. He must prove to Ethan that he was in control; he was in charge of Ethan’s sensations. And so he quickly pulled out most of his eight inches and slammed right back in, causing Ethan to moan to the ceiling.

Every moan Ethan uttered from his lungs, every sigh of encouragement, and every nod of approval was making it easier and easier for Woody to forget about the tightness, and begin to enjoy the incredible overall sensation. The hot steam surging about their bodies. The water dripping off Ethan’s back and pooling at the conjunction of Ethan’s buttocks and Woody’s pelvis. The beautiful slopping sounds as Woody thumped against Ethan’s backside. The fact that he was fucking the greatest guy in the world, and the fact that the greatest guy in the world was enjoying his fuck…Woody couldn’t think of any two greater facts in the world!

Woody leaned forward, bringing his mouth to the back of his partner’s neck, letting the sprinkling water fall on his face as he moved his lips from shoulder to shoulder, trying hard to resist the need to bite at Ethan’s delicious looking flesh. Ethan raised his back against Woody’s chest, making it rather difficult for Woody to continue the steady gyrations, but the younger man never lost track of the pulsating rhythm.

Woody’s hands now moved to Ethan’s hips, now sliding slickly up Ethan’s beautifully toned sides until his hands met the hairy pits under Ethan’s arms, then sliding over the front to grope at the lumpy pectoral meats. Ethan’s palms gently glided onto the back of Woody’s hand. Their fingers laced together, fitting perfectly like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, now gliding down in unison until they stopped at the older man’s massive hardon. With that helpful guidance, Woody knew what he had to do to further pleasure his lover.

Wrapping wet, sleek fingers over Ethan’s rock-hard manmeat, Woody began to stroke the whole length, letting his fingers linger a bit longer at the sensitive arrowhead, feeling Ethan’s cock twitch excitedly with each stroke. Ethan’s moans became more drawn out, louder, heavier…Woody could feel Ethan’s legs trembling against his, could feel the strong body quaking against his chest…and he knew what was about to happen.

Viscous white cream poured out of the tip of Ethan’s cock, most of them hitting the wall near the bottom of the stall, some of them dripped in Woody’s hand that was still vigorously stroking at Ethan’s cock. And soon Ethan came for a second time, his whole body tensing, the tight walls of his inner sanctum squeezing around Woody’s cock, making it impossible for Woody to thrust in and out again…until the younger man knew the only thing left to do was release his mounting tension.

Woody released a guttural scream of passion as he clutched tightly onto the older man’s waist, coming hard and powerfully into the condom, spilling much more than he knew his body could produce. Ethan twisted his head back and Woody titled his forward, making it possibly for their lips to meet, as they climaxed together once more.

Exhaustedly, panting, Woody slowly pulled all the way out of Ethan, hearing a clean wet pop as his the arrowhead finally came out. Woody sighed in relieved…the condom looked absolutely clean…and he was so grateful of the older man’s cleanliness.

But when he pulled the condom off…Woody saw that some semen was dripping out the bottom tip of the condom. Woody’s worst fear had came true…the condom had broken while he was inside of Ethan.

“Oh, no. Oh, God, NO!!! It tore?” Ethan’s face was stricken with fear, “I’m so sorry, Sherwood. I’m so sorry!” He apologized over and over again, “I should have told you to use more lube…and the way we were doing it wasn’t the smoothest…I should have known better…it’s all my fault…I should have relaxed more…I shouldn’t have been so tense, I’m so sorry…”

“Ethan, please, listen.” Woody shook his head and smiled, pressing a finger over Ethan’s lips in order to say, “I don’t care! I really really don’t! I’ve never came that hard inside anyone before, Ethan. So I kinda wished there was no condom at all, so you could feel how much I came for you. So you could feel how much I love you.”
With that, the couple kissed under the running shower, washing off their bodies the copious amount of love-juice they had spilled for each other that night.

****

Two days later.

Driving up the driveway of Ethan's house, Woody saw a short Asian kid with long hair carrying a bat…exactly as Kimora had described him…about to bash in a window of Ethan’s house. The kid ran when he saw the high-school senior, but Woody, being one of the fastest quarterback the school had ever known, chased after him and easily caught up to him. Woody dragged the kid back to Ethan’s house, wondering how the college senior would punish the kid.

But Ethan stared down at the kid and asked, “What’s wrong with you dude? Why do you keep getting yourself into trouble?”

The boy gave him the evil eye, but otherwise, did not reply.
Ethan continued, “Look kid, it’s not my fault you chose to steal the comics from my store. I did what had to be done. But I also know that if you do one bad thing, a whole lot of crap starts piling up before you know it. So I’m gonna give you a reprieve this time. I’m not gonna tell anyone what you did to my truck, okay? Or what you were about to do to my window. And you on the other hand, will have to promise me that you’ll take this chance and use it for something good. You hear me?”
The boy nodded excitedly.
“Now go home before I change my mind!”
The boy jumped off the porch and fled into the night.

As the boy disappeared around the corner, Woody frowned, stroking the side of his boyfriend’s beautiful face, “That was really nice and all, Ethan. But sometimes, I think you’re a bit too optimistic about the world. You always look at the good side of some people even when all they have is a bad side. If that punk doesn’t bother you again, I’m sure he’ll find somebody else to trouble.”

“I believe he’ll take the lesson to heart, and he can change.” Ethan shrugged.
Woody shook his head, “What if he doesn’t? You’re only setting him up for shock when he gets in trouble again and finds out that no one’s gonna forgive him like you did.”

“I guess time will tell which one of us is right,” Ethan sighed, “Believe me, Sherwood. I really wanna believe people can change for the better. I’m not just talking about him. I’m talking about me.” He squeezed his eyes shut to hold back some tears, “I’ve dealt terribly with demons in my past relationships, and I keep telling myself I’m just waiting for the right person to change me…and I believe I found him. I believe that person is you. I really believe you can help me change!”

“Change?” Woody asked, “Change what? What do you mean?”

Wrapping his arms tightly around Woody's torso, Ethan gulped, “Let’s hope, you’ll never have to know!”

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