over, I ask him, "You want to homosexually rape me?" I tighten my hole to end the sentence.

"I do!" Gary said. I almost considered that a point for my team, but Gary did not advance from where he was leaning on a doorway.

Still bent over, in my low voice, I said "I have to get everything clean." I sucked on a finger like a cock, getting it full of saliva, and reached back to my exposed asshole. I ran small circles around the edge, getting my hips to sway. I could tell Gary's hand was on his own cock, and he was playing with himself enjoying the joys of an awakening cock. I let my middle finger stop right on the hole, and pressed in. We both caught our breath together. Damn, point for Gary. I stood up, but kept my hand on my ass crack. It feels good, and it feels better because Gary was watching.

I step over into the shower, leaving the curtain open, happy to give Gary views. I use excessive amounts of soap, enjoying the feeling of being slick. I raise an arm and scrub my pit vigorously. I catch myself thinking of Gary licking my pit, part of his man making love to another man plan, and I realize I want him to lick my pit, so open, manly. With his weight on me, he kisses me as men who are somewhere in the middle of hot sex do. Lathered my other pit the same way, the same thoughts, and I knew Gary was winning the debate, leaning against the door massaging his cock, and watching me get lost in explicit homoerotic thoughts.

My cock was flying at half-staff, happy to be soaped up. My balls where in full motion inside the sack, and enjoying all the slick soap. I must admit, it was my back door that pleaded loudest for soap. Before I was even aware of it, my asshole had invited a finger in. It slid in so easily, I worried about what kind of slut I was becoming in this shower. I thought again about Gary eating my pits, and I wanted to make sure the finger wasn't an accident, it was a clear homosexual act, so I pushed in another finger. That caused me to moan, things were happening with my tail, and there was no stopping it, just riding it. I usually don't go this far, but I was going with it, and let a third finger go in. I know it means my hole is open enough for cock. I took a big gulp of air, and took the fingers out, made sure there was no soap on my body, and turned the water off.

Gary, being a nice guy, had left the towel out for me. I picked it up, and asked, "Could you dry me off?"

"Sure!" He looked both happy to do the job and horny. You might say that none of his touches were sexual, but he was touching me everywhere, and I wanted him to touch me everywhere. Homosensual? Our bodies were learning to make contact with each other everywhere. The skin felt good all over, I was relaxed. I could see his erection had gone full, but I was dry now, so he took me by the hand and lead me to