It was a day, a new day, of firsts. I'd never been fucked standing up before; and I'd never had sex before in the shower. Not with another man, anyway. Frankly, I felt a little guilty.
The palms of my hands, my forearms, right cheek and the upper part of my chest were all pressed to the cool tile. I was out of the warm spray. It was pelting my partner's back. My lower body, led by my ass, was jutting out, and my legs were spread wide. My partner stood between them, his by now familiar cock thrusting inside me.
His pace was normal--andante--most of the time, his thick penis going all the way in, until his pubic hair meshed with my crack. But this was interrupted now and then by a brief series of furious, allegro con brio thrusts that arched my head back and opened my mouth wide--wider--while emitting cries, screams more like it, two or three times the volume of the norm.
He seemed to find this amusing, as his pace slowed once more, though he did say to me at one point: "You might want to keep it down. The neighbors..."
And my cheek smeared against the tile in false acknowledgement. I would try...
It was after one of these brief rhythmic aberrations that the knock came at the condo's front door. We were on the second floor of what appeared to be a renovated former apartment complex and my car was down below, parked in one of the visitor's places across the narrow strip of parking lot. I guessed, as condos went in sunny Florida, this place was relatively cheap. The canopy of a large oak shielded this condo, along with the adjacent ones on either side, from harsh sunlight.
My partner had stopped his motion. He was half in, half out of me. "Did someone just knock?"
"They'll go away," I fairly well panted. "Don't stop [fucking me]."
He entered me the remaining way, then pulled back and thrust in again. And once more three heavy knocks pounded against his front door. His chest was up against me, his lips at my left ear. He was breathing hard. "I better...answer it."
"Why?"
A pause followed while he regained his breath. "It could be...my neighbor. I thought I heard a female voice."
"I didn't hear anything [aside from the knocks]. Stay here. They'll go away," I reasoned.
My partner pulled out of me and stepped back so that the shower water rained down his front side. It also, for the first time, struck my lower back. "No...She's a nosy old bitch. She might think something's wrong. Call the cops."
"So let her," I pleaded, wanting his penis in me again. Wanting it desperately. I was already starting to get a hard-on.
"No. I better go," he said, as a trio of knocks once more struck the door. "Wait here."
"I will," I assured him. My body had cooled down. I was grateful for shower's warmth.
After quickly drying off he unhooked a white terrycloth robe hanging from the end of the open bathroom door and wrapped it around himself. His dark hair was still wet. He headed out into the bedroom and from there across the livingroom to the front door. I heard it open.
Then voices. Multiple ones. One female, the others it seemed, male. I imagined him telling them he'd been in the shower. But in the distance the shower water was still running. I shut it off, just to be on the safe side, and stood there dripping, listening. My body cooling down again. What was this? I wondered. A posse of anti-gay neighbors?
I thought I heard my partner blurt: "Me? What have I done?" He sounded frantic. The voices of the others were low, and calm. Hard to make out.
I heard a drawer open in the bedroom. Then another. Then my partner say, frantically, "Where are my fucking shoes?"
A male voice, a little more distant, perhaps from the bedroom doorway, said, "Hurry up."
"I need my--"
"You've got everything you need. You'll be back here in a few hours. Come. Hurry. You can put your shoes and socks on in the car."
My partner hadn't even had the chance to tell me goodbye. Let alone what was happening. The next thing I heard was the condo door close. Then silence. I stood there, dripping, listening to my racing heart. I stood there like this, motionless, for several moments.
Once I was sure I was alone I turned the water back on. And I'm not proud of this selfish last part. In the back corner of the shower a stainless steel wire rack stood. On its top shelf were a couple of plastic bottles of body wash. It was with this slick wash that my partner had lubed his cock, before penetrating me. He'd also lubed up the dildo standing in bottles' midst that he'd used on me initially. To open me up, I guess. Not that I needed opening up by then.
Now I inserted the dildo once more. It was the same thickness as my partner's cock, remarkably enough. Though the dildo was a tad longer. Once it was inside me, all the way in, I turned the vibrator on. And I fucked myself with it, like this, until I came. Orgasmed. Not the ejaculatory male kind; but the inner female kind that raises your subsequent cry up an octave or two higher.
It left me feeling, as usual, quite effeminate.
I pulled the dildo out and washed it off and put it back on the stand. Then I washed my ass and my crack and my balls off and shut the water off a second time and got out. I dried off, thoroughly, and left the bathroom behind for the adjoining bedroom, and found my discarded panty on the floor.
I pulled it on, over my curving erection, and felt whole again. I walked out into the livingroom, and into the kitchen, and, as if I owned the place, made myself a mid-morning bloody Mary.
I'd worn this panty most of the day yesterday. Another day of firsts. My partner was the first man to ever invite me to spend the night. He did this after our first fuck, around three in the afternoon. He fucked me again, at about five-thirty, and a third time in the late evening, before we crashed for the night. I'd never been fucked three times, by the same guy, in the space of eight or nine hours. I had received three blowjobs, in the space of an hour or so, when I was in my twenties.
"I have a tremendous libido," my latest partner told me, with a laugh, after our second time in bed together.
And: "We can do it again in the morning. In the shower. You won't be clean then so..."
I got the point. I'd douched myself, twice, before making the long drive to his condo, one county over. And that would make it four times in eighteen hours. Unprecedented. I was used, for the most part, to one-night stands. One-hour stands I mean, if that. A blowjob, usually; on rare occasions a fuck. And as soon as the last drop of semen left my partner's body...he was dressed and out the door and gone. This...this, yesterday and this morning, was unique in my experience.
