I pick up the green bottle of bath and body wash that J indicated he used normally, opened it and breathed in deeply. It smelled wonderful, masculine, and like J. I squeezed a little out onto a second wet washcloth and rubbed it in with my hands until I had a light sudsy foam going. I took another deep breath, let it out slowly, and turned to face him. His eyes had drifted shut again and I spoke to let him know I was about to touch his body so he wouldn't be startled. "J, I'm going to soap you up now." From the corner of my eye, I saw the edge of his mouth twitch, like he was holding back a smile. I leaned over and began to lightly circle his shoulders and pecs with the soapy cloth. I traced the muscles along his arm, lifted each one and ran the cloth over his palm and back up under his arm, making sure I got his armpit clean, before I returned to my circular motion on his chest. I knew the cloth was slippery from the soap, but also slightly rough and I used that texture to tease his nipples until they were hardened and erect. I continued my slow circles down lower over his abdomen and hip bones, again watching his skin twitch when I touched a particularly ticklish spot. I quickly drew the cloth down his legs and over his feet, cleaning between each toe, before I moved back up his body to the area that was the center of my focus.
I ran the washcloth between his legs, unhurriedly gliding my fingers over his inner thighs and over his testicles. I circled the cloth around and around his sac, watching the skin tighten and draw up as the water cooled the area. I drew my hand up and over his cock, again making a circle from my fingers and thumb, and lightly squeezing as I pulled upward. I heard Jay catch his breath and I thought I felt a slight jump in my hand so I pushed my fingers and the soapy washcloth back down. That time I definitely felt something moving in my palm and when I pulled the soft, slick washcloth back up his cock, I gave the head of his penis a soft little twist under the fabric. He was slowly growing erect under my ministrations and even though I knew perfectly well he was clean and that continuing to wipe would only exacerbate the situation, it was as if I had no control over my own actions. He was built in such a way that I had never seen anyone quite so well endowed and I desperately wanted to see what he looked like erect and ready for hot, passionate sex. I continued to move my hand with the soapy washcloth up and down his cock, occasionally swirling it around his balls and back up around until after a few moments I was treated to the most delicious site of a healthy, aroused man in all his glory.
