Shower incident

- Honey, I think Larry is there, — Lisa smiled when Sal’s hand touched the doorknob from the bathroom. — But you can wait for him here. — I’ll be gone for a while. You can figure out a couple of sandwiches, boys. - It’s busy here, dude, — came Larry’s voice. — Oh, come on, mom! Sally remained standing near the door in the empty living room. He swallowed nervously and lowered his hand. Inside him, common sense fought with an unconscious desire, a downright obsession, that gripped him at the mere thought that Larry was naked there now. It was difficult to say what Fischer feels for the metalhead, but he clearly feels more than just sincere friendship. This is something more, something hot and exciting… - Damn, what am I thinking, — flashed through Sal’s head, and he nevertheless put his palm back on the handle. It was worth just opening the damn door and looking. Open slightly. Just make a small slit and take a look. But Sally was embarrassed, he was afraid that Johnson would notice and… The door creaked softly, opening and forming a small gap between the door frame and the wooden panel. The blue-eyed man clung to the crack and held his breath. His brown hair had grown quite long and, wet, reached his shoulder blades. Streams of warm water flowed down the teenager’s slender naked body, outlining hips, long legs and heaving chest. Larry’s eyes are closed. The soap is still visible here and there on his skin, and his penis… Sally blushed and pulled back. - Damn, what am I doing?.. — the guy thought and leaned against the doorway again, placing one palm on the door handle to quickly close it, but did not close it, but only lowered his other hand to his groin. For some reason there was a sweet feeling in my lower stomach. Larry was excited. A stripe of brown hair stretched from his navel and into his pubic area. The guy slid his wet palm along the entire length of his penis, the other held onto the tiled wall, and breathed heavily. - Sal…- the metalhead suddenly exhaled almost silently. And Sally’s heart skipped a beat. — If only I hadn’t heard… - Is he jerking off to me? — Fischer was surprised and moved awkwardly, causing the door to swing open. Larry jerked and quickly covered himself with a translucent curtain. It was clear from his face that he was not angry, but extremely discouraged and embarrassed. - Man, well, he asked… - Larry, I…- Sal began, but fell silent, bit his lower lip and blushed deeply, glad that his friend wouldn’t see it. — I accidentally… just… you said my… my name… And I… I… - Sal, — Larry called quietly, looking more serious. — Did you peek? Sally silently bit his lower lip, feeling incredibly awkward and lost. He looked back at his friend and nodded in agreement. - Yes… I peeked… And heard… you… - As I said your name, — the metal worker finished for him, pulling back the curtain and leaving the bath. Johnson’s wet feet stepped onto the smooth rug and he moved closer to his best friend, pressing him against the cool wall. - L-Larry… — the guy was surprised, looking up at the metalhead. - Shhhhh… — Larry asked, touching Sally’s prosthetic finger near her lips with his index finger. “I should have confessed to you a long time ago.” - What? — Sal squeaked. - Because… I want you. Like adults, you know? Sally understood. And it was… strange, because he didn’t feel disgust at the thought of sex with his friend, with Larry, with the guy.This horrified common sense, but you can’t tell your heart. He leaned forward and pressed his best friend’s lips to his. This is where the story of male friendship ended and another, adult story of two lovers began. *** Sal was completely naked and kneeling in front of Larry. Thin streams of warm shower flowed down the blue hair from which Johnson pulled off the elastic bands, over Sally’s thin body with protruding ribs and melted into the drain hole. The prosthesis was slightly raised, and the metal worker could not see the face of the blue-eyed man, but he was completely subject to sensations that deserved special attention. For the first time in his life he felt so pleased. Moist lips tightly wrapped around his penis, a nimble tongue clumsily caressed the head, and thin fingers, trembling slightly, fiddled with his testicles, giving Johnson indescribable feelings. Larry moaned and tangled Sally’s hair. Fischer himself was actively fingering his excited flesh, not expecting any response from his friend. And then the metal worker pushed the guy away, he hastily pulled the prosthesis back, and then his eyes, feverishly shining with excitement, answered Larry’s unspoken question. At first they kissed awkwardly, ineptly, melting in each other’s arms. Johnson had to bend down so that Sal could reach his lips and neck, which he wrapped his arms so tightly around without calling.