Kiko got to his feet unsteadily and headed for the shower room. It was crowded there too, and friendly hands reached for both their bodies as Kiko and the man hunted for an unoccupied shower head.
After Kiko turned the water on, the man took him in hand, decanting a few squirts of soap and rubbing the suds vigorously into Kiko's golden skin. The Caracalla Club was a bit shabbier than it had been in the glory days of glory holes and glorious unprotected daisy chains, but they still prided themselves on their signature Chevrefeuille soap. The man's hands caressed and embraced Kiko everywhere he could (conveniently) reach.
Suddenly Kiko realized he'd never before washed with another man at the Club. Guys would come up to him the minute he walked in, often middle-aged but mostly in-shape guys. He usually chose the first one who approached, without thinking, and quickly spermed in his mouth. Afterwards, the ache in his balls relieved, he'd grab his towel, head for the showers and anonymously clean away any body fluids before hurrying home.
Now he luxuriated in the firm hands that stroked his back, squeezed his thighs and teased his nipples. The man soaped up Kiko's testicles, stretching them and rolling them in his cupped hand. He washed Kiko's pubic hair and his penis, pulling back the foreskin and cleaning off the sweat and leftover semen. His hands even found their way between Kiko's buttocks to explore his back entrance with a gentle fingertip -- but not very far, Kiko's tight sphincter was a soft, pink vise.
By the time the man maneuvered him back under the shower spray to rinse the soap off, Kiko was squeaky clean, his penis rock-hard again. Kiko wondered if the man wanted a repeat performance, wanted to make him shoot off with a whole shower room of men watching. But he just handed Kiko the soap and waited, feet a little bit apart, arms raised a little bit from his sides, coolly offering his body.
Kiko started at the chest, running his hands along the lines of the man's muscles, tracing circles around nipples with his fingertips. He washed the man's arms and then slid his soapy hands around to the man's back, not quite ready to touch below the waist yet. But as he moved, he felt something brush his cock, looked down and saw their two shafts rubbing together. He stepped back, startled, but the man barely seemed to notice. His erection was straining and throbbing, though, and Kiko thought the man's breath was coming faster now.
The man's back was broad and smooth, a delight under Kiko's palms. Soap dripped down to the man's buttocks and eventually Kiko's fingers worked up the courage to follows the suds and bubbles down there too. At first the man didn't seem to react, but as Kiko kneaded the firm flesh the man shifted his feet, moving them a few centimeters further apart.
Shyly, Kiko pried open the man's cheeks and slipped his fingers between them. The skin was perfectly smooth, either depilated or naturally hairless. Did this handsome, infinitely confident man like to *take it up the arse*?! Kiko stroked soapsuds up and down, reaching through to touch just below the man's balls, gently fingering the creased muscle of the man's anus but not daring to push inside. It was so intimate, touching this anonymous man from behind. The man kept his gaze calmly forward, Kiko unseen in the shadow of broad back and shoulders.
The man enjoyed it, and Kiko enjoyed it, but even going slowly Kiko soon had the man's backdoor squeaky clean. Sighing, he rinsed off the man's back, cupping his hand under the man's buttocks to gather water to splash up between his cheeks. Now only the man's genitals were left unwashed.
Kiko gently soaped them up, pulling the silky flesh of the foreskin back and forth, rolling the shaved ballsack in his palm, sketching the contours of veins running the length of the man's pulsating cock. Kiko had played with other boys when he was younger, sitting next to them on the couch with their trousers down, jerking each other's cocks with mineral oil or sunscreen or some other boyishly improvised lube. They'd raced to see who could bring the other to climax quickest, or who could shoot farthest, or just teased each other until their eyes rolled back in their heads and they pumped their jizz in sticky white fountains that splattered on their chests.
But he'd never got up the nerve to take the other boy in his mouth, much less swallowed his balljuice (licking his fingers afterward was a slice of heaven -- as long as they'd managed without the sunscreen!). Nervous ... but ... he wanted it now, his mouth watered, his cock throbbed as he thought of tasting the man, tonguing him, swallowing him, feeling balls swinging against his chin as he buried his nose in the man's pubic hair, trimmed short, Kiko felt sure, purely for Kiko's comfort as he pleasured him.
Should he ask? Or would it be just so passionate to pop the head into his virgin mouth and try to force it down as far into his throat as he could? Would he gag, choke, be too rough? He just wanted it so MUCH! Then, before he knew it, he was on his knees!
His hands worked all by themselves, rinsing off the last of the soap and drawing that delicious cockhead to Kiko's waiting lips. Kiko pulled, and the man took a half-step forward and suddenly Kiko was kissing the soft purplish skin, taking the head, pulsing with the man's heartbeat, into his mouth, exploring with his tongue as he pushed down as hard as he dared, struggling to avoid scraping his teeth and ruining the moment.
The boys he'd jerked off on his mom's couch (or on their mom's couches) had sometimes wanted him to suck, but he'd never done it, even when the other boy offered to blow him first. He was always hungry for them, though, and after he came home he cursed himself for chickening out, then lying to himself (and the other boy) that he just wanted to see the sperm shoot out instead of tasting it on his tongue.
The man moaned softly but didn't say anything. In the back of his mind, Kiko wanted to look around, wondering if anyone was watching his first time sucking cock, but the man's flat stomach was his entire field of view now. He thought he could hear someone talking, but couldn't make out words. Then the man stroked Kiko's hair gently and Kiko heard him say -- breathing hard -- that "I'm sure he'd enjoy having his backdoor rimmed." He chuckled, "It's nice and clean: I washed it myself!"
The shower room WAS paying attention! The man's words brought Kiko back to a full erection. He wanted to yell, "Yes Yes yesyesyes YES! Lick arse!" He couldn't let the man's cock out of his mouth, so his words were only a frantic humming "Mmm-Hmm-MMM." The man shivered as the vibration went down to the base of his penis, then rippled up his spine.
Kiko's eye caught motion below him, a bald head moving from behind the man, between the man's spread legs. Wet, warm lips caressed the head of Kiko's penis, licking and sucking, gradually swallowing him until those lips formed a tight band at the base of his shaft. Fingers, lips, mouths touched him everywhere now, teasing his nipples, stroking his arms, cupping his balls, trailing wetly along his thighs, kissing the back of his neck, down his spine, until at last, as promised, an intrepid explorer began to investigate his backside. Hands opened his buttock cheeks, a tongue-tip ran from his tailbone down the crease between his cheeks, circled the sensitive skin around his anus, then attempted to coax open his tight hole.
His eyes turned up in his head with pleasure. Without the hands supporting him he would have collapsed. It was all he could do to keep his mouth and throat open for the man's cock. The men in the shower room who weren't touching Kiko or the man were now an unbroken circle of spectators stroking stiffening cocks (their own or each other's), watching Kiko's neck bulging and pulsing as the man pumped his cock down Kiko's throat, deeper and faster.
It was the anonymous tongue finally pushing through the sensitive muscle ring of his back entrance that dragged Kiko over the edge. Still, with the small place in the base of his brain that could still think he concentrated on images from all the porn blowjobs he'd seen. Holding the cockshaft in his hand so the final thrusts were only half-deep, he received the delicious hot jets of sperm on his tongue. His own balls contracted and he spasmed and spurted into the bald man's eager mouth.
Their audience of erect penises began to ejaculate, a silent applause of boy and man semen arching through the steamy air of the shower room to splash on the squirming orgy centered on Kiko's shaking body.
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With the remnants of his strength, Kiko massaged the last drops from the man's penis and swallowed again, shivering as the bald man did the same for him. Exhausted, Kiko was limp as the penis that slipped from his mouth when the man leaned down and helped him to his feet. They hugged, sweaty chests rubbing, wet cocks and balls mingling, weak thighs supporting each other.
"That was very good, Kiko!" the man whispered in his ear.
"Thank you," Kiko whispered back and then, not knowing why, added, "Sir."
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4. Kiko and the Cream Shower
Master was sitting in his big armchair by the bed when Kiko came back in. Dutifully he knelt down and reached to open Master's robe when, "Come sit on my lap, Kiko."
Kiko was always naked in Master's house, and the silk robe felt so good on his bare skin when he nestled in Master's arms. But he was nervous, "Sir, you don't want your morning blowjob?"
Master smiled and kissed him gently on the lips, "You've been storing it up in your balls for a week, don't be so surprised at me building up a little supply of my own."
