Finally I just sighed and began to get shampooed and soaped up. I got the dove all over my face so it would get cleansed. I used my loufa and my shower gel. I made sure to get my asshole as clean as possible. I always do. It's a habit to get my finger soapy and stick it as deep as I can while simultaneously rubbing it all around trying to get it as clean as possible. Got my legs and feet all soaped up. I got most of the soap off of my body and then I pulled the showerhead off the clamp and turned it to one single high-powered stream and gave myself a basic enema and rinsed all of the soap out of my ass. I have never understood just why doing that feels so good. My horniness came back and I found myself thinking of Lee's cock again. Only this time other thoughts went through my head. Thoughts of being on my knees sucking him off, feeling his manhood as he filled my mouth with his hardness. Even thoughts of being able to fit it all in until his balls were resting on my chin and my nose was buried in his soft pubic hair.

Then I reluctantly took the showerhead and turned it to the softest spray possible. I turned that on my balls and just about sank down with pure pleasure. The soft water felt like many fingers lightly rubbing all of over my shaft and balls. In seconds my cock was hard and I stroked it a few times. Then I reluctantly put it down. I had been in the shower for quite some time I thought and I didn't want Lee to think I was in the bathroom whacking off right after I had been caught checking him out like that. I got out, taking my time to dry off in order to give my hardon a chance to go away. After it did, I put my briefs on. I could feel my cock and balls do that tingle thing like they do. I combed my hair real quick, took a quick breath and I was ready to open the door.

As I opened it I noticed that Lee had taken the bed facing the door. He was covered from the waist down, sitting there bare-chested and watching TV. My breath became harder to take as I realized that, damn but he looked sexy. My own thought processes conspired against me. I watched, as it seemed to me like he checked out my package deliberately. Going from my eyes, down my body to my package and back again a couple of times. He kind of smiled a bit as he told me he had decided on a few movies. I didn't even look at the TV as I passed it. I put my stuff away, kind of self-coconscious about myself. My hardon hadn't gone away totally. So, I had a nice somewhat embarrassing bulge going on. I finally slid beneath the sheets. It was then I noticed that he had chosen what appeared to be one of the better Spectravision soft porn flicks. In the AV world we call it Spanktervision. By better I mean it appeared as though the quality of the flick had some thought put into it.

While we watched I happened to look in the mirror and realized that if I angled it just right I could see him and his sheet covered bulge. And it was getting bigger