It is short and he is tall, and the contortions he goes through to soak
his hair are amusing to watch. I don't understand why he doesn't simply
bend his knees, but I decide not to bother suggesting that. Instead I
get down on my knees and kiss his cock. I pay it some friendly attention
for a few moments, then stand up again. "Okay. I wash you now." I pick
up the bar of soap and run it over his chest, then change my mind. "No.
Turn around. Your back first." He turns, and I begin by soaping his
shoulders. I lather his long, pale back, then each of his arms. I soap
his sides and his hips. One soapy hand casually kneads his ass, first
just the plump flesh of his buttocks, then between them. "Yeah" he says.
This is a sure-fire way to get to him, and I know it. Know it, and I love
it. In our short time together, I have learned of many things that he
can't resist, but this one is absolutely undeniable. "Oh, stick a finger
in me" he requests. I'm getting used to this. I comply, and enjoy how
hot it gets him. He reaches behind him and finds my tenderest spot.
I
press myself against his fingers, and in distraction lose track of what
I'm doing. "OWW!" he exclaims suddenly. I pull away. "What is it?" I ask
in slight alarm. He turns around and pulls me back against him. "It's
okay" he says. "You got a little rough with that fingernail." "Oh, baby,
I'm sorry!" I've forgotten my fingernails before, once causing a slightly
unpleasant sore in a delicate place. "I'll cut them off." "No, don't do
that." "Well, I don't want to hurt you like that." "Just be more
careful." I giggle."I'm sorry. It's sometimes hard to...I forget."
"Don't cut them off. Then you wouldn't be able to scratch my back." "How
about if I cut the nails off one hand so..." "That would look silly."