Slick hands touch his hips. Cordero’s hands are slippery, leaving trails of soap in their wake as they rub along Sean’s lower belly. They angle for his d**k, which stands at half-mast, until Cordero’s fingers wrap around the base of his shaft. Then it takes notice, standing up as if to make it easier for Cordero to stroke along the length. “Yes,” Sean sighs. Hands flat on the wall before him, he leans in, back arched, ass butting up against Cordero’s crotch as the rookie’s hand rubs his c**k. Cordero’s other hand smoothes between Sean’s cheeks, the soap stinging his hole when Cordero rims around it. Sean can’t stop himself from standing on his tiptoes, pressing more of himself into Cordero’s hand. “God, man. I love it.”
“This?” Cordero asks. One finger breeches Sean, easily slipping into
