Mike, who was too naïve to understand, said quickly, “What’s that?”
Stanley took his cum filled hand and ran it over his own sweaty, sticky body. As Mike’s eyebrow twitched, Stanley moved his fingers everywhere, leaving streaks of fluid until hardly any remained on his hand. After that, Stanley leaned forward and gave Mike a hard, strong, passionate kiss that tasted like something salty mixed with wine.
“Me,” whispered Stanley as he drew away, licking his lips. “I’ll let you clean me.”
Flushing slightly, Mike nodded his head and looked around desperately for the supply closet. His head was so discombobulated that he had to be pointed in the right direction, though he had to visit the closet a thousand times earlier that day to get everything spick and span. Grabbing a tub full of cleanser, he then returned to the bathroom and got a lot of hot water and a spare towel. Stanley was watching Mike’s naked body so intensely that it made him uncomfortable in a thousand different ways.
He got on his hands and knees and put his fingers into the hot, sudsy water. Stanley stood directly behind him as Mike began to clean up the white splatter in a simple swaying motion, his fingers moving in expert circles. As he looked up just once, slightly embarrassed by Stanley’s prying eyes, Mike saw that Stanley was once again getting excited, his eyes glistening brightly.
“You have no idea how alluring you look,” whispered Stanley. “I love it.”
Mike, who was dripping wet and now covered in suds, didn’t feel too alluring. His butt was in the air as he cleaned, and whenever he swiveled around to get a different part of the floor, Stanley was moving right alongside him. I think I got employed by a pervert, thought Mike darkly. But then, I’m playing along with his games.
After a few moments, Stanley approached him, grabbing him by his wrist and hauling him upwards. Mike looked at him in shock, wondering what came next. His experience with sex was minimal. In fact, he hadn’t even watched porn, unlike most of the people in his high school.
“My turn,” Stanley growled erotically. “Let’s go.”
“Eh!” said Mike loudly as he was half pulled towards the enormous bathroom down the hall.
They entered into it, and Stanley didn’t waste any time going through the preliminaries. Mike, who had been thrown into the shower stall that was far too big, turned around to watch as Stanley tugged down his black pants all the way and threw them to the side. After that, he shunted out of his white briefs and grinned.
Mike, who had never seen another naked body besides his own (and his father’s, but that had been an accident that he didn’t want to repeat), felt his eyes bulge. Though they were both about the same size, having Stanley coming towards him felt daunting and shocking. Stanley stepped into the shower stall and continued heading his way, putting two solid hands on Mike’s shoulders as he did so. After that, Stanley pulled Mike towards him with enough force to be passionate but not enough to hurt, pressing their lips together. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Stanley was an expert lover.
Slightly sloppily, Mike kissed him back, feeling their tongues intermingle powerfully. The showerhead released hot water above them, filling the scene with a mist. Stanley leaned down and grabbed the bottle of soap that Mike had been enjoying the smell of earlier and tossed it to him along with a hand towel that was now damp from the spray. Mike looked at them in surprise.
“Wash me,” Stanley ordered urgently. “You said you’d clean me, right?”
Mike, eyes wide, poured some of the amber liquid on the towel and stepped forward semi-hesitantly. At first, as he pressed the towel that was now covered with suds against Stanley’s tan, slightly toned chest, his heart beat hard with nervousness. As Stanley kept his hands to himself, though, Mike began to gain some confidence and felt himself grow excited again as well. Stanley produced so much heat that it was like he was an electric heater. The hot water from the shower wasn’t even needed.
After Mike had gotten used to it, washing Stanley from his chest to his neck to his muscular arms, he moved lower towards his legs. After that, though, there was an area that still remained dirty. Stanley’s penis was so alert that Mike swore that it was calling him closer, begging to be cleansed. Mike reached forward with his hand towel, prepared to scrub away, when Stanley’s hand came forward and stopped him.
“Don’t,” Stanley ordered. “There’s something special I have planned for that.”
“Something special?” parroted Mike nervously.
“My turn,” Stanley responded, stealing the hand towel away while Mike was distracted by the somewhat horrifying words.
Unlike Mike, Stanley was not a hesitate “cleanser.” He was invasive and pleasurable all at once, going in all the places that Mike hadn’t even realized that he had. Stanley started at the hair, rubbing his expert fingers through Mike’s scalp with the soap, and then he used the towel to caress his face and lips. As he did so, Stanley put his now clean hand up to Mike’s lips and pressed his thumb against Mike’s bottom teeth.
“Suck it,” Stanley demanded quietly.
Nervously, Mike opened his mouth and took in Stanley’s finger. It tasted of water and of soap. He shut his eyes after a moment, using his tongue to maneuver over the nail and onto the semi-rough flesh. In due time, Stanley drew his thumb back out again, and it made a slight popping sound as he did so.
Stanley used his towel to rub all over Mike’s neck before he leaned forward and began to suck on the sensitive spot where the vein pounded beneath the skin. Having never had this done before, Mike squirmed and moaned with pleasure, which caused Stanley to only be more aggressive. Mike was so turned on now that he was practically panting. When Stanley drew away a few minutes later, Mike actually felt disappointed.
“Don’t worry,” Stanley teased, seeing the look on Mike’s face. “I have much more pleasurable spots to explore.”
Now less nervous and more intrigued, he stood very still as the towel grazed his chest and caused bubbles to appear all over him. Stanley didn’t hesitate at all before taking one of Mike’s nipples into his mouth, nipping it gently enough that it did not hurt. Mike grasped the wall for support, saying, “I’m a guy. I don’t…Ugh.”
“Don’t what?” asked Stanley in a teasing tone again, looking up from Mike’s chest with a more-than-slightly-sinister grin upon his face. “You seem to be begging for more.”
Mike begrudgingly admitted, “It does feel good.”
After that, Stanley stopped using the hand towel and picked up the bottle of soap, dumping a large amount of it onto his hands. He rubbed them together and the water caused it to become a large, white, frothy mess. Mike watched curiously, wondering what Stanley was going to do next.
Stanley pressed himself close, sucking on Mike’s earlobe. As Mike went to grasp the wall for support again, Stanley stopped him and redirected his arms so that they would wrap around his neck. After that, Stanley took his sudsy hands and gently fondled the base of Mike’s shaft, moving upwards and touching him just enough to drive him insane. He only did this for a moment, but it was enough to have him holding onto Stanley’s neck for dear life.
“Don’t stop,” moaned Mike in response. He didn’t realize that there was a shrill, desperate tone to his voice. “Why are you stopping!?”
“You like that, huh?” asked Stanley huskily. “Now, I want you to hold very, very still. You probably aren’t going to enjoy this at first.”
At this point, Mike was so horny that he would have accepted whatever it was that Stanley said, even if it was along the lines of “Let’s jump off a cliff together.” As Stanley moved his hands towards Mike’s back, running his fingers expertly along his spine, he did not expect it when Stanley inserted his index finger inside of him, fishing around.
“Ah!” said Mike in shock. “What is that!? It’s dirty! Think of all the germs, the bacteria, the — ”
Stanley silenced him with a heat filled kiss. As Stanley sucked on his tongue gently, he continued to insert his finger in and out
, and suddenly Mike felt a wave of pleasure. Though Mike felt guilty about it, he did not protest in the slightest when Stanley began to insert another finger in, and then another one after that.
“Don’t go anywhere,” Stanley ordered as he left his fingers inside of him for a moment. Mike wondered with a slightly dazed mind about where he was supposed to be. He was hooked, figuratively and literally.
But then Stanley’s finger wasn’t inside of him anymore.
Stanley had jumped out of the shower without even bothering to towel off, leaving a trail of wet that led all the way down to his room. When he came back, he was carrying a pack of condoms and something else. That was when Mike began to understand what Stanley was going to do next, and Stanley’s penis began to look even more formidable and massive. Nervously, he shrank against the wall as Stanley put on a condom.
“Don’t worry,” Stanley said to Mike. “It’ll feel good, okay? I promise.”
“I don’t know…” Mike whispered, eyeballing how big Stanley now seemed.
“You trust me, don’t you?” Stanley asked, stepping back into the shower and cornering Mike against the wall. “You have this far.”
Strangely enough, Mike did trust him. They hadn’t known each other for very long, but Mike found himself trusting Stanley more than he had anyone else in his entire life. Nothing short of that could have let him allow Stanley to insert three fingers into him a few more times, even though it was slightly uncomfortable for him.
With strength that shocked Mike, Stanley grabbed him by the waist and heaved him upwards against the shower wall. Stanley ordered, “Hold yourself up against me like that, okay? I’m going to come in.”
There is no way that he’s going to fit , thought Mike in shock, his body curving inward. Stanley reached upwards and stroked Mike’s face gently, leaning forward to deliver a heated, thick kiss. Their tongues lashed for a moment, and Stanley drew away, panting with want.
“Relax,” Stanley whispered. “If you don’t, then I won’t fit. Other than that, you’ll be just fine, alright?”
“Alright,” agreed Mike in response.
At first, as Stanley shoved himself into Mike with strength, it hurt. It only took him a moment, though, to be enveloped with pleasure. The hot water pounded hard against them, the whole area smelling of Stanley’s expensive bath soap. Stanley moved inside him gently at first, and Mike grappled his neck as Stanley built momentum. It was slightly painful, but the pleasure was there too. With a moan, he leaned forward until they were as close as possible. Mike’s heart was pounding in his chest.
As Stanley finished, Mike gripped hard at Stanley’s back in pleasure. The two of them came together in ecstasy, and Stanley let Mike slide downward from their awkward position, the two of them leaning together and panting. The water washed away the remains of their love making, but it could not wash away the pounding of Mike’s heart.
“Wow,” Mike said, eyes wide. “Wow!”
Stanley grinned, revealing for the first time that Mike had left fingernail gouges that were bleeding. In his pleasure, Mike had not noticed that he had been using that much physical effort in order to stay astride him. In guilt, Mike reached forward and touched one of the marks, biting his bottom lip. Stanley merely chuckled and approaching him again, filling him up with a deep kiss.
“I’m so sorry,” Mike apologized as they broke apart, not sure what he was sorry for now: for staring at his employer, having sex with him, or for gouging him with his nails. The situation was too shocking for him to fully understand. “Really.”
“Don’t be,” Stanley whispered. “I think that you’ve just found yourself a permanent place of employment. I’ve never felt so squeaky clean.”
Thank you for reading this Lust at First Sight story by Penelope Rivers. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! Be sure and check out more of Penelope’s hot M/M stories at New Line Press.com.
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About the Author:
Penelope Rivers
Penelope Rivers is an erotic novelist of M/M romance novels and short stories. A hopeless dreamer, she spends her day thinking about all things fantasy, romantic and not. It is her view that when you start choking on the occasionally dry bread of life, you need something sinfully delicious to chase it down with. Currently, she lives in Utah with an abnormal amount of pets.
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