My arms flew up to stop myself from crashing into the frosted glass door of the shower. His hands were tight around my waist, I could feel his fingernails digging into my skin, I really didn’t care, a few fingernail marks were nothing. Zeke’s face was pressed up against my neck, his nose buried in my wet hair, grunting and breathing so heavily. He had been fucking me with the same eagerness and passion since the day we met, almost a year ago. Now, with his cock buried in my ass I wanted more, I wanted it harder and deeper. I took a hand off the glass and reached back and grabbed his ass, desperate to somehow force him in more. His next thrust had me pinned against the glass, if I had looked down my own cock would be staring up at me. I felt his legs shake against my own, I knew he was close. I found the crack of his ass and pressed a knuckle firmly into the flesh behind his balls; that’s all it took, the next second he was groaning and his body jerked into mine. He let go and his cum painted my insides.

Together we stepped backwards so he was leaning with his back on the tile wall. He kissed my neck and nuzzled my shoulder; it’s like giving a wild horse a handful of sugar. He’s a gentler love once he’s had release. His hands wandered across my chest and over my abs. I tenderly took his hand and guided it to my throbbing cock. He fisted my dick and then turned me so I was facing the hot water spewing out of the shower head. I knew it would be semi-warm in a few minutes. As he jerked me off I leaned all my weight against him, with his free hand he rolled my balls in his palm. Then just stopped. I held still for a moment, waiting for him to keep going, but he didn’t. Instead he clenched his fist a little, then eased off, then did it again using a little more pressure. I thrust outwards involuntarily and he chuckled. Such a sadistic mind he had. I bend over backwards, literally, to give him the sex he wants and he gets off on making me work for mine.

I was, however, soon rewarded; Zeke knelt down in front of me and took my dick into his mouth. The hot water around me and his hot mouth and tongue swallowing me whole was more then enough to make me melt. I held his head still while I shot deep down his throat, gush after gush. I saw his closed eyes squint as he concentrated on getting it all down. When I finally pulled away the water was warm, nearly chilly. I helped him stand back up in the tiny shower stall and we kissed under the water.

…

That night we were all snug in bed watching Fight Club for the 10th time since we bought the DVD.

“I can’t believe you didn’t have a DVD player before I moved up here.” He remarked scoffing at my small village in northern Alaska.

“Well, the last Wal-Mart we had floated away on an iceberg, damn global warming.” I shot back.

His big dark eyes looked into mine. I couldn’t help it, I leaned in and kissed him and cuddled a bit closer then focused my attention back on Brad Pitts perfect body.