Pad tingled all over. He couldn’t believe what just happened in the last few minutes. The man he idolized stood next to him, turning on the water for both of them, and checking to make sure that the water temperature came out okay. He wanted to pinch himself. RJ, pilot, his former supervisor, naked, his muscles on display, moved in the shower. RJ leaned over, kissed him. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him.
Pad felt RJ’s hands massaging his neck, his midback, then cup both ass cheeks. RJ stuck his tongue in Pad’s ear and then pushed him against the wall. Pad’s palms flat on the tile, he saw RJ grab the soap. After a minute, he felt the slow glide of RJ’s hands with the soap.
Pad didn’t have a lot of experience with other guys. His experience included whacking off other guys, and blowjobs, including sixty-nine. He’d never been with anyone that even came close to RJ’s size. He was always scared of anal s*x and promised he would only try it with someone he cared about. He could tell RJ wanted to f**k him. RJ’s hand found his ass lips, then he felt RJ slip a finger in his man p***y. Pad winced.
“You feel very tight, Pad. Have you ever been f****d?”
Pad shook his head.
“You know, your hole is swallowing up my middle finger well. Are you sure no one’s popped you before?”
Pad spread his legs more so RJ could have more access. “No. No one’s ever f****d me.”
I was waiting for someone like you.
“Amazing. A cute guy like you. Hard to believe,” said RJ.
RJ raised Pad’s one leg a little higher then Pad grimaced for a second as RJ stuck a second finger.
“Relax. Your lieutenant will take care of you.” He laughed quick and low.
Pad’s d**k got hard when RJ growled. Even though his whole body was pressed against the wall with water trickling down, hitting his hair and torso, he craved RJ. The way RJ acted, smiled, talked, kissed Pad, and treated him—it all turned Pad on.
Pad moaned as RJ’s fingers ignited electricity in the nerves surrounding his sphincter.
The ecstasy was short-lived because Pad felt RJ withdraw his fingers from Pad’s ass. He then felt RJ’s c**k several times as RJ slapped his butt.
Pad turned around so he stood face-to-face with RJ. They kissed for several minutes and alternated soaping each other. Pad washed RJ’s c**k and the foreskin around it, marveling how anyone could accommodate this schlong. Pad had been with average-sized guys, but never with anyone close to RJ’s.
He wanted to get on his knees and see that c**k close up again. He wanted to suck it off again and feel the hot sperm splash in the back of his mouth.
He kept one hand on RJ’s d**k and jerked the foreskin back and forth, then slid his whole hand on it. RJ moaned.
“Holy s**t, Pad. Don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He knelt, put his head against the bathroom wall and opened his mouth for the assault. RJ’s c**k was so thick his mouth barely covered it. The mushroom head hit the back of his throat, his head held in place by RJ as he tried to force as much of his monster down. He gagged as RJ continued to push, pull back, push. His mouth slowly f****d by the biggest d**k he ever had.
“Lick my balls,” RJ ordered.
Pad complied, tonguing the hairy ball sack. His work rewarded by verbal encouragement.
“You like that, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Pad responded as he continued to lick. His tongue trailed behind the nuts and found RJ’s hairy hole. He had never done this before, but Pad went on instinct and started servicing the pink anus.
“Yeah. Don’t stop,” RJ said.
Pad continued, taking in the musky smell of this man. He loved it, and his passion resulted in his tongue lavishing this area with attention. He could have licked him further, but RJ yanked his head, pressed it back against the shower wall. He opened his mouth because he knew without any words being communicated what was expected. He took RJ’s c**k, almost half way again.
“Look at me when you take my c**k and swallow my cum.” Pad raised his head up slightly as instructed, and for the second time tonight, swallowed RJ’s load, gagging as RJ forced his mouth open with hard strokes. Tears coming from his eyes as he strained with RJ’s size.
From this vantage point, Pad saw RJ’s face—happy, but tired—as RJ withdrew his c**k.
Pad felt RJ’s hands grab him and pull him up, then RJ’s mouth and tongue probed his mouth.
“Dammit Pad, you are one c**k-hungry man. Where were you the last six months?”
“I was waiting for you.” He kissed RJ. “Are you happy I changed my flight back home and extended my leave?”
“If you don’t know how happy I am, then you’re pretty slow.” RJ leaned and kissed Pad. They let the water flow over them, each taking the time to soap the other. Pad touched every part of RJ, worshipped every inch of him with his eyes and his hands.
After RJ and Pad finished showering, they both grabbed robes and looked at the menu for room service. While RJ called room service, Pad checked out view of the city, watched traffic below and thought about what happened since he arrived in Thailand. All these months wondering about RJ, all the times he fantasized about RJ, he wanted to pinch himself.
This man. Why does he make me feel this way?
“Should we do some sightseeing tomorrow?” RJ asked, after he hung up the phone with room service.
“Sure. I’d love to. I’d like to see their temples because I’ve got a lot to be thankful.”