I awoke to the sound of cascading water pattering down from the hallway. John was up, and in the shower. He must have left the door cracked – he hated the steam that built up from his super-hot morning showers. Cracking the door let that hot, moist air spill out into the hallway, cooling down the air in the bathroom to make the sensation of the burning hot water all that more exhilarating.

I had awakened in my usual condition – cock sprouted up like a tee, tenting the bed sheets above me. I squirmed and stretched, moaning as my body ached its way into the new day. I was so accustomed to just rolling over and snuggling up against John’s big warm, teddy bear body. But with his new working hours, he was always out of bed before me. I was used to starting off each day with a happy ‘good morning’ lovemaking session. Not having sex until the evening was beginning to make me something of a bear at my own job. I wasn’t going to let today go that same way.

I pulled myself from bed and stumbled out into the hallway. The sounds of falling water intensified, and I could now hear John’s thick brogue of a hum echoing from behind the partially open bathroom door. I peaked my head and in and took a moment to admire his distorted nude form behind our clear shower curtain.

“Why, hello there,” he smiled at me when he noticed my head obtruding.

“Can I shower with you?” I asked meekly, knowing, and not caring, about his answer.

I slipped into the bathroom and eased the door back behind me. I parted the curtain at the far end of the tub and stepped into the back side. The fiercely hot water at my knees and feet was a jarring surprise, having just stepped out of the cool wintertime hallway.

John immediately had his hands on my tummy and hips, and before I knew it, we were kissing.

Without a word, he turned me around, so that my back was now being pelted by the steamy water. The sensation was enough to send my already rock hard cock straight to the moon. John kissed me intensely for a few more moments, the streaming water washing down our faces and meeting where our noses and lips were pressed together.

He turned me once more, and as he did so, I felt his thick prick press into the small of my back. John was a big guy, and stood at least half a foot taller than me. That was one of many things I loved about him.

He lifted me up and I took his cue. I placed one foot precariously against the ledge on the tile side of the tub and stepped up, planting the other foot on the edge of the basin on the curtain side. Now straddling the tub, John stepped under me and I felt his huge cockhead angling toward my hole.

I leaned forward and placed my hands against the wall in front of me for support. My head and shoulders were above the showerhead now, and the steamy water was spraying right down into my cock and balls. The stinging, burning sensation of the fiery hot water spraying against my genitals had the effect of sending through me a tingle from the base of my neck to the tip of my toes.

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