The steam from the shower enveloped the both of us. I washed Corin’s back, making wide sweeps across his broad shoulders, mesmerized by the tiny bubbles of soap sliding over his skin and droplets of water creating rivers in the valleys of his muscles. Dude was cut, unlike me, the human string bean.
Corin turned his back to the stream of hot water to rinse. The front of him was just as enticing as the back, defined pecs, six pack, and Jesus f**k, Adonis belt. His thick c**k, which I’d seen more than once, but never not surrounded by some sort of clothing, was wreathed by hairs only slightly darker than the ones on his head. Carpet matches the curtains. Nice.
“I don’t think we’ve ever been completely naked together before,” I said, not able to remember a time where one of wasn’t wearing so
