Coming September 2015
I grabbed the hem of my own shirt and started stripping to my shorts. It wasn’t ideal, but they were dark and I could pretend I was wearing swim trunks. “I’ll help you and then we’ll get you back into bed.”
“You don’t have to do that,” Drew insisted.
“Do you have a better idea?” I asked drily. “If you’d rather, I can run upstairs and let your mom know that you need a sponge bath.”
It was a shitty move to threaten him with his mother, but it did the trick. I saw the moment Drew conceded defeat as his shoulders slumped forward and his head hung even lower to his chest. “You’re an asshole.”
“I know.” I chuckled as I pulled two towels out of the cabinet and set them on the edge of the vanity. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up a bit and back to your room before the warden realizes you’ve escaped.”
That had the intended effect and Drew huffed a silent laugh. It wasn’t much, but I’d take whatever I could get if it got him out of his own head for a few minutes.
I eased Drew into the shower and pulled the door closed behind us. He still fought the urge to tell me to get the fuck out of there and let him do this on his own, but he stood there stiff as a board as I reached around him for a washcloth and the bar of soap in the holder.
My dick apparently hadn’t gotten the memo that this was nothing more than one roommate helping another and it grew harder every time Drew moaned as I ran my hands over his skin. He leaned back against my chest and I shifted, certain that my erection would press torturously between his ass checks.