Josh took a quick shower—part of him was afraid that, after seeing those fat pictures of his, Chad might decide to hightail it out of the apartment while Josh was in the bathroom. So he soaped up his hands, lathered his hair, then rubbed the sweat off his body while the shower pounded down on top of his head, rinsing out the shampoo. Most of the time, after a good run, he lingered in the shower and m*********d beneath the hot spray, letting the build-up of endorphins in his system coalesce into a climax that washed his jism down the drain with the soap.
But now he had someone waiting for him—and, as tempting as it was to close his eyes and jerk off to the thought of Chad’s handsome face and rugged body, Josh hurried things along so they could get to lunch and their first “date.” He’d allo
