out of those clothes, they are soaking wet." I thought at what I had just said and could only think of the possibilities that could, but probably wouldn't, occur.

"Well, do you have a clothes dryer here?" I kind of fumbled for the words but told him, "No but, you can dry them in the kitchen in front of the oven. I have a rack in there where I dry my clothes." "Sounds like a winner" he responded as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

My heart started pounding so loud that I was afraid that this hunk of a guy might hear it. I told him if he hung his clothes over the rack while he was waiting for them to dry he could take a shower, if he’d like. I mentioned that I had another robe he could wear. "Sure, that sounds great." With that, he took off his shoes, socks, jeans and jockey shorts, and again, because he was facing away from me, I saw those familiar, beautiful round cheeks of his butt. As he walked towards the kitchen, the motion of his stride was so handsome. I could feel myself becoming slightly aroused and I was afraid that if I got any harder, the robe wouldn't stay closed. I'd poke straight out and there would be no covering up.

As I watched Mark hanging his clothes, he finally turned around and faced me. Now I know I was in trouble. I could feel my erection starting to push against the robe. There stood this beautiful body, fully naked, only 10 feet away from me and I couldn't help but look down at the most perfect cock that I have seen on a man. Hanging there was about 6 inches of flaccid man-meat with two of the roundest balls I have ever seen. Mark noticed that I was looking and kind of made a hop back toward my direction.

"Now what?" he said.
"What?" I mumbled.
"You said I could take a shower?"
"Oh, yes. In through the door there. I'll get you a fresh towel and the robe."

Mark headed toward the bathroom and soon I heard the shower turn on. I went to the little linen closet and pulled out a towel and then into the bedroom to the closet where I got my other bathrobe. Not thinking that Mark is huge compared to my little frame and this bathrobe would hardly cover over his butt. Then again, my mind began to wonder, as I put the towel on the rack next to the steaming shower and draped the bathrobe over the toilet seat.

Through the steamy shower curtain I could only see the shape of a well-defined man. Lathering his chest, I could see him soaping under his uplifted arm and then down to his flat stomach and finally down to his groin. I noticed that he took particular strides to wash his groin area. That beautiful cock must have been really lathered up. I could see him starting to rinse off his body, so I turned and went out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. I heard the shower turn off as I turned on the burner to make some coffee.

"Hey Mark, how about a cup of coffee?"
"Sure, sounds great," came the reply. "Just plain."

A couple of minutes went by and I turned around, there he stood in the doorway. Stark naked. But, this time,