Ralph finally lifted his head from Bo’s shoulder. He smiled, raising his eyebrows. “I had always imagined this moment to be a little less impromptu... you, me, naked, horizontal, maybe some rose petals.”
Bo chuckled. “The night is still young. Actually, it’s still afternoon, even though it’s already dark out. But rose petals, Ralph... really?”
“I’d settle for a quick shower. Wanna join me?”
“Good thing I bought towels.”
“You’re a good man, Bo. Always prepared for life’s emergencies... old wiring, termites, cum-covered middle-aged men pretending to be teenagers.”
“I don’t know about you, Ralph, but my libido’s only about twenty.”
Ralph slipped his sticky hand up under Bo’s shirt, combing through his chest hair to a nipple, and tweaking it gently. “That’s something we have in common.”
“You keep doing that, and we might not make it to the shower.”
Ralph stepped back, hands up in surrender. “You’re right. And I’m starving.”
Bo pulled his pants up. “Come with me,” he said, taking Ralph’s hand and leading him to the bathroom.
9
One of the first things Bo had upgraded in the Joey Drive property was the shower in the master bath. Bathrooms in old ranch homes were small. Bo had removed the tub in this one to make room for a large, tiled shower, with a thick, diffused glass door. When he flicked the light, he was a little excited for Ralph to see it.
“Wow. It’s bigger than I had imagined. So much better, Bo. That’s a winner.”
“I thought you might think so. And now you get to try it out.”
The men removed their clothes as the water warmed, each stealing glances at each other with mischievous grins. Once they were naked and steam was gathering in the room, Bo adjusted the temperature down a little and stepped in, holding the door for Ralph.
Ralph felt as if he were in a dream. Seeing Bo’s naked, well-proportioned, muscular body, his firm hand reaching out and pulling him into the large cubicle plunged him deeper into euphoric bliss. He blushed, dizzy with endorphins.
“That’s a first,” said Bo. “I’ve never seen bashful Realty-Man.”
“I—” Ralph began, but Bo lifted a finger to Ralph’s lips, feeling their velvety softness surrounded by scratchy brown scruff with golden highlights.
“No talk,” said Bo. “There’s plenty of time to talk later. Let’s get you relaxed. You’re mine tonight, Ralph Forrester.”
Ralph’s warm brown eyes met Bo’s. “OK,” he said, relieved. “You’re the boss.”
* * *
Bo found the bar of soap he’d left on the ledge earlier and washed Ralph. Rubbing his chest vigorously and spreading the bubbly foam to other areas of his body. He knelt, trying hard to ignore the fact that Ralph’s thick member was now swinging eye-level and so tantalizingly near—circumcised, fleshy, and pink, suspended from a sudsy thatch.
He busied himself with Ralph’s legs and feet and Ralph assisted, lifting them one at a time, letting Bo do what he’d set out to do.
When he turned Ralph around and began soaping his back, Bo could feel Ralph’s tenseness melting away with the cascading suds, relaxation settling in. Ralph pushed back a little, forcing himself into Bo’s arms, burrowing backward against him, feeling his furry front through the slick suds between them.
Bo relented, wrapping his arms around Ralph and pulling him tighter. His cock stiffened, and now it was he that felt a little off-kilter.
“I kind of pictured this the other way around. I always made you out to be a top, Ralph.”
“Today has been full of surprises.” Ralph turned so that their faces were close. “I’m just taking everything in, enjoying it all.”
Bo smiled. “Me too.”
Ralph grabbed the soap and began washing Bo, who raised his arms, allowing it. When Ralph spun him around to scrub his back, Bo leaned over, hands up against the tiled wall, and said,“I’m innocent, officer. I swear it wasn’t me.”
Ralph chuckled, trying to ignore his rising flagpole, soaping Bo’s back, watching the trail of suds go down that crevice, to the crack in his ass below. Instinctively, his hand followed the bubbles, his fingers exploring with slick ease, his thumb lightly circling the pucker of Bo’s entrance, fingers massaging the taint beyond, their tips lightly brushing the backside of his balls.
