“And you ever cause a ruckus like that again…” Jerry’s gaze shifted to Kinzer. “…I’ll make sure you know your place. Now, get to the showers and get cleaned up.”
***
A stream of water flowed from an overhanging showerhead.
Kinzer massaged a bar of soap in his palms, building up foamy suds. Black strands of his bangs clung to unhealed wounds on his forehead. At his feet, water slapped against yellow-stained tiles, framed in brown and green grime that fanned out from the grout.
Kid stood under an adjoining showerhead. He wiped a bar of soap across the ripples in his torso and over his naturally-flexed biceps.
They were the only ones in the showers. The others had cleaned up while Jerry had been chastising them.
Fucking asshole.
Mad as he was, he couldn't keep his gaze from shifting repeatedly back to Kinzer's cock. Even flaccid, it was hanging mid-thigh. That thing must've been twelve inches. The mushroom head stretched out well beyond the shaft. When he'd first seen Kinzer undress in the shower room, he had a much better understanding of why Jerry had brought him on board. With a dick like that, he was going to be one of Jerry's busiest boys. Even more fortunate, he probably wouldn’t have to take it up the ass nearly as much.
“You got me in a lot of fucking trouble,” Kid hissed.
“Sorry.” Kinzer brushed the suds in his hands across his chest and massaged them against his pecs.
Kid's eyes flashed back to Kinzer's dick. He couldn't help himself. He wondered how that would feel in his hole.
“Your cock’s huge.”
Kinzer smiled. “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk.”
His smile was disarming, and Kid found it difficult to maintain his anger, especially as he continued to imagine that chunk of flesh filling him.
“They know we can’t get out down here,” Kid said, “and they gotta keep an eye on the others.”
His eyes remained fixed on Kinzer's member. “But seriously. What the fuck?”
Kinzer eyed Kid’s dick. “Not so bad yourself.”
Now Kid was really having a hard time keeping his defensive front up against Kinzer. Something about him was charming, fun. Kid’s shaft widened and lengthened. Kinzer’s twitched and hardened.
Kid threw Kinzer a satisfied glare. “Like what you see?”
Kid’s dick was fully erect. He glanced back at the door and lunged at Kinzer, dropping to his knees and placing his lips around the head of his dick.
Kinzer jumped out of the showerhead’s path, dropping the bar of soap on the tile. White streams of soap slid down his torso, detouring at the top curves of his abs.
“Come on!” Kid said. “We gotta hurry.”
Kinzer’s face cringed with confusion. “But, uh—”
“Dude, you clearly want it. And Ineedit. Please. I’m begging you. I’ll just blow you. Please.”
“You don’t get enough sex in a place like this?”
“I don’t really consider what goes on here sex.”
Kinzer walked back into the hot water.
“This doesn't mean we're cool,” Kid said, water webbing between his eyes.
He was pissed at Kinzer for getting him in trouble, but he needed that cock inside him. Pain and pleasure were the greatest distractions from his shitty life. They pulled his thoughts away from his daily tasks and the memories that haunted his thoughts. With a hard girth like that inside him, he wouldn’t be able to think about anything other than the unbearable pain that pulsed through him. Not that he was eager to feelallforms of pain. He just wanted to feel the pain he chose to feel.
As Kinzer's cock neared Kid’s mouth, Kid’s lips slid right over Kinzer’s mushroom head and down his shaft. Water parted at the bridge of his nose, two paths arcing around his stretching lips and coming together at his chin.
