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and I kind of wanted to just melt into him. He smelled really good, like aftershave and coffee and maybe spearmint gum. Anyway, it was nice, and I turned and put an arm around his neck, clinging to him a little harder than I really needed to going up the stairs. I almost made him fall a couple of times, though, so finally, about halfway up, he picked me up off my feet, sort of tucking me under his arm like a big football.
    He carried me the rest of the way up, putting me down only when we reached the top. I swayed against him a little bit on purpose, so he’d keep his arm around me, and we made our way to the bathroom. He let me lean against the sink while he adjusted the shower spray and turned back to me. “Take off the brace.”
    I pulled it off and handed it over.
    “Okay, inside with you.”
    It was his turn to lean against the sink and watch as I slid down my underwear, got in and leaned against the wall of the shower stall to help maintain my balance. I took some liquid soap in my hand and slowly worked it into a lather over my cock, looking directly at Connor Todd. He wet his lips and frowned, turning his head, but I kept rubbing up and down my shaft, knowing he’d look back sooner or later and sure enough, he did.
    With a muttered call to Jesus again, he began tearing off his clothes and soon he was naked and climbing in beside me. I pressed my body against his, feeling him warm and solid against me. He turned me so his cock pressed into my ass, and I shivered with anticipation. He pulled me close so that I rested the back of my head on his shoulder and pushed myself back against him, then held me up off the floor effortlessly with one hand. With the other he found a bottle of conditioner on the tile shelf in the tub, holding it out to me so I could spread some on his fingers.
    He rubbed the fingers against my hole and gently put one finger inside me. I knew he was trying not to hurt me, but it was getting harder and harder not to just back myself onto his dick. I wanted him so badly. Carefully stretching me, he put in another finger. I gasped and cried out at the sweet invasion as the tight ring of my muscles clenched, then relaxed and opened wider. His free hand slid along the tiles in front of me, trying to get a purchase. I had one hand braced on the tiles too, but I was becoming too excited to keep still. He pushed his fingers in deeper, changing his angle, and I jerked upright as he found my prostate. I put back my head and made a low moaning sound and came so hard I thought I just might be having a seizure.
    When I came back to myself, I realized his dick was hard as steel, and I reached around him to stroke his shaft. He lowered his head to kiss the side of my face. I turned and captured his lips with mine—so sweet and soft. I could have stood there kissing him forever, with his hard dick rubbing against my crease. He turned me in his arms then and I wrapped both legs around his waist so he could thrust up inside me. He shook his head—“No condom,” he said softly, so I captured his dick with my hand and pulled it up between us. Caught between our bodies, and rubbing sensuously against me, his cock had the friction he needed. He began making a low, grunting sound that made me crazy, and I wanted to see his face as he came.
    I ground myself against his cock, then took it in my hand, circling the head with my fingers and squeezing, and then he was coming, so hard he was trembling all over and tears ran out of his eyes. I kissed them away and held him through it. When it was over, I laid my head on his shoulder, tightening my arms around him. He leaned back against the tile wall, still holding me against him and trying to catch his breath.
    After what seemed like a long, long time, he stepped out of the tub, with me still clinging to him like a Goodwill suit, but I couldn’t seem to let him go. He sat me down on the sink top and kissed the top of my head before reaching for a towel to dry us both off.