I really don't know how I let him talk me into things like this... There I was, standing under a spray of hot water, letting my boyfriend work his very large and very dry cock into my ass. But maybe I should start at the beginning?
The day started like any other. I woke up to the wonderful sensation of having my cock someplace wet and warm. My boyfriend Mike was tenderly sucking on mm, working himself with a free hand. I smiled and brushed some hair back from his face.
"Morning." I said. He pulled off long enough to answer me, before going back to devouring my morning wood.
"Oh fuck Mikey, you're so good at this." I groaned out as I began to thrust into his mouth. And it was true, my boyfriend was an expert at sucking cock. He claimed it came from long years of practice, but I had a feeling he was a natural at it. He suckled my erection for a few more minutes, getting me pretty well worked up, before pulling away.
"How about we take a shower?" I grinned. In our house, shower was more often than not code for 'sex'. How could I say no? I rolled off the bed and eagerly tugged on Mike's arm, dragging him to the bathroom like a caveman and his new bride. He laughed, but shed his pj pants as we went. I got the water turned on and stepped under the spray. We had one of those rain-making showerheads, so when we fucked it was like making love under a waterfall. I loved it.
Once I got the water up to the temperature I liked I slid the glass door open and made room for Mike. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and pressed his hard cock against my side. I wasn't the only one with some morning wood that needed taking care of. I reached down to touch him, but he grabbed my hand.
"No babe. I've got a better idea." He took my other hand in his and positioned them against the wall. "Keep your hands here, okay?" I nodded, I liked where this was going. He used one foot to make sure that my legs were spread and that I was properly braced against the wall. "It won't do to have you sliding all over the place now will it?" he asked my playfully.
"Alright Mike, you've got me in position, now what are you going to do to me?" I asked, desperately wanting to know his answer.
"Anything I want." He growled out, sending shivers down my spine. My boyfriend wasn't naturally a dominant person, but when the mood struck him he was very good at taking charge. "And I want to fuck you." It was exactly what I wanted to hear. I eagerly pressed my ass back at him, tempting him to have me.
"Well, what are you waiting for babe? You know this ass is all yours, so come and take it." I couldn't quite see what he was doing, but I could feel him roughly squeezing my ass, pulling my cheeks apart and exposing my little rosebud. I groaned. "Yeah, that's it."
I expected him to reach for the high quality lube that we kept in the shower (for occasions exactly like this), so I was a bit surprised when instead I felt his thumbs inching their way to my puckered hole. For a few moments he gently touched and rubbed at my hole with the pads of his thumbs, but after a while he moved on and gently began to work them into me.
I'd taken my boyfriend's 9 in. cock many times before, so my ass was accustomed to being played with. It didn't protest at the gentle penetration. But when Mike eased both of his thumbs into my little hole I started to feel a bit uncomfortable.
"Mike? Babe... get the lube and fuck me, yeah?" He didn't answer, instead he just pulled his thumbs apart from each other, opening my hole the slightest bit. I cried out at the sensation, though it wasn't quite painful yet. Mike leaned forward against my back, tipping my body completely under the spray of hot water. I sighed happily, it felt like heaven on my skin. The warm water slid down my body and over my open asshole, I shivered a bit at the unusual sensation. It wasn't bad, I decided, just a bit odd. Mike continued to gently pry my hole open with his thumbs, letting it close back up each time.
I kept my hands firmly planted against the cool tile wall of the shower but turned my head as best I could to try to get a look at my boyfriend.
"Mike, what are you doing?" I had to ask. He was staring down at my ass, a look of deep concentration on his face.
"Quiet. I'm doing whatever I feel like, remember?" I remembered. I turned back to face the wall just as Mike slid his thumbs out of my ass. I let out an inner sigh of relief, but my torture wasn't over yet, in fact, it was just beginning. Mike bent over to gently kiss the back of my neck, and as he did so, he slid the first two fingers of his right hand deep into me. I cried out. This time, it hurt.
He quickly tilted his fingers, collecting hot shower water in the palm of his hand and letting it funnel into my ass. It soothed the pain of the un-lubed stretch a little. I still had no idea what my boyfriend was doing, but a nagging suspicion was starting to make its way into my brain.
I was just starting to relax a bit, both mentally and physically when Mike began to thrust with the fingers that were buried deep in my ass. This time there wasn't a sharp burning pain, but rather a deep stretching sensation as Mike's fingers forced open my inner sphincter. I was groaning with every thrust, but kept my hands on the wall like a good little sub.
I closed my eyes and tried to just go with it, letting the sensations wash over me like the water that was still pouring down on us both. The water was actually helping, and before long I was beginning to enjoy myself. My ass had taken a lot of abuse in the years that I had been sexually active, and a little fingering in the shower wasn't too much for me to handle. I should have known that Mike had much more up his devious sleeve.
"Alright, spread for me babe." Mike said, waking me out of my semi-trance.
