Chapter 4

“What are you waiting for?” he said.

“You.” I stepped into the shower with him.

We spent quite a while washing each other’s bodies, leaving no stone unturned and no crevice unexplored, both of us wonderfully erect the entire time. Finally, he grabbed my erection and said, “I want that thing in me, now.”

“We’ll be more comfortable in that nice queen-size bed.”

“Fine, but make it quick.”

He turned the water off, and we quickly toweled ourselves mostly dry. He grabbed my erection again and led me into the bedroom. There was no need for subtleties—the foreplay had been going on in the shower for ten minutes or more. Before I knew it, he’d slipped a condom over my erection, was on his back with his legs in the air, and I was entering him slowly and cautiously.

“Don’t hold back,” he said. “Do it fast and hard.”

“Are you sure?”

“Shut up—and do it now.”

I obliged, and began to thrust in and out.

“Faster… deeper… harder,” he said.