I was scrubbing my balls - deciding I liked the lack of hair on the sides - when the door opened. Then I heard a stream of... water? That sure sounded like someone was taking a piss. Peeking around the curtain, I saw Ash's back and side, and the stream headed right to the bowl.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.
"Taking a leak."
"There's another bathroom. Kinda in the room you were just in."
He chuckled and looked over. "Water turns cold. Might wanna get out of it because I'm about to flush."
I moved, but I wouldn't let him ignore my question. "Talk."
"Well, the water pressure sucks when both showers are going." Then he turned, pulled the curtain out of my hand, and stepped into the tub with me. "So I'm sharing yours. I've also realized that you tough guys talk a little easier when you're standing there naked." And he moved into the water to soak his hair.
"What the fuck am I supposed to be talking about?"
He turned to face me, but his head was tilted back, his eyes were closed, and he was working the water into his hair. My eyes immediately dropped to take in Ashton Walker in all of his glory. His dick and balls were completely hairless. So was his chest, yet he looked nothing like a boy. The muscles made it clear he was all man. Then there was the half-hard dick just hanging there between us.
"Lack of hair makes it easier when posing in some tiny little man-kini. No popcorn look either." Then Ash grabbed a bottle and stepped around me to shampoo his hair. "So, how'd it go with Cy?"
I had no idea how to answer that, but I also wouldn't let him see me flustered. "That's where I was this morning, isn't it?"
"Let me rephrase." He began to rub a palmful of shampoo into his hair. "You clearly enjoy kissing men. I don't see you as the kind of man to be pushed around. The problem is that you don't have a stupid smile today, so I can't tell where you are."
"And it's none of your business," I reminded him.
"Luke." He dropped his sudsy hands to his junk and used them to wash it. "It's ok. I'm just worried about you. For me, I felt like admitting how much I liked it would strip away my masculinity. I still liked it. There's this rush of knowing it's 'wrong,' and a terror that chases on the heels of that. Then there's the moment you look at him and your heart beats a little too hard. You don't have a word for it, because the ones you know are supposed to be for women. You like looking at him, but you don't want to say you're checking him out, and in your head it's just a mess."
I moved out of the water so he could rinse. "Yeah. Sounds about right."
"So, for just a moment, let's both put our balls aside. No man judging in the shower. Sound good?"
Considering that we were both naked, and judging each other's manhood would be a little too easy, I just laughed. "Ok. Sounds fair."
He leaned his head back, letting the water run across his hair. "You kinda feeling like a fumbling idiot and the sexiest thing in the world, both at the same time?"
"That's a good way to put it. I..." Yeah, this still wasn't easy. "I like touching his dick. Um, and there's something about the sight of a man, you know, um, sucking me."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he agreed. "And when he looked up at you? This big, strong man, and he's taking you, giving in. It's powerful. Like you have him on his knees willing to obey your every whim. Damn, and he knows how to suck a dick."
I turned away to grab the shampoo, deciding that I might as well get clean since Ash wasn't leaving. It also meant I didn't have to look at him while I talked. That actually made it a little easier.
"I lost it after like a minute. Tried to enjoy it too."
He chuckled. "Yeah, I'm sure. You ever going to try? I mean, that's a pretty big step, putting another man's dick in your mouth."
"So sure I haven't?" I asked.
"Pretty sure," he assured me. "Mostly because I know Cy wouldn't let you go there. I also know he didn't fuck you. I'm not completely sure that you didn't lube up and cram it in his ass, though."
"No," I admitted. "Mostly we just made out a bit. Little groping. And that was after the blowjob."
"Hey..." Ash's hand gently touched my back. "It's ok, Luke."
I pushed past him for the water. "You keep saying that."
"Because you look like you're ready to puke," he said. "I think you want this so bad, but you're also terrified of wanting it, and you're not sure how to make all of that go together. All I'm saying is that I get it. I'm willing to listen."
I swiped the last suds from my hair and moved to step over, but Ash was there. He also didn't back up. His face was level with mine, his eyes holding me in place, but there was no anger in his expression. Then, slowly, he reached up to palm the back of my neck.
