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FAEWOLF - Excerpt #2 (Adult Content)
Kiya hopped into the shower stall after he undressed, turning the faucet on and standing under the steaming spray of water. Showers were one of the few things that could calm him down and help him not think about the things that worried him so much. Instead he found his thoughts wandering toward new things ... new people that he had met so far. Or rather, one person in particular. Brian.
Just the thought of the handsome teaching assistant sent a spark of arousal through Kiya, reminding him of just how long it had been since he had last had sex. It made him scowl slightly, but he accepted the discomforting reality that he really didn't have much choice right at the particular moment. All he had was his hand. It would have to do for now.
Kiya tilted his head back, letting the water stream down his face and over his neck as he pictured golden eyes and a firm, tanned body standing there next to him in the shower. Bringing his right hand up, he rested it against the cool tiles as his left hand moved over his throat and down his chest rubbing and caressing the warm skin as water ran down his body in rivulets. Kiya's dark hair hung in wet strands down his back, clinging to his body as if to shield him from the steamy vision of Brian watching him with a hungry look in his eyes. The hand on Kiya's chest moved back and forth, teasing each nipple into hardness as the fingers of his other hand tightened reflexively into a fist, still resting against the shower wall but finding nothing to grasp. With his eyes closed against the stinging spray, Kiya seductively smiled at the image of Brian in his head as he let his hand slide further down his glistening torso. The steam swirled in the air creating a fog-like effect and Kiya pictured the handsome teacher stepping closer, reaching out, but not quite touching him.
Pulling his right hand away from the wall, Kiya reached for the soap as he stepped slightly out from under the stream of water and began rubbing the slick bar down his chest, over his flat stomach until he reached the soft, wet hair surrounding his cock. His breath hitched slightly as he caressed the inside of his thigh with one slippery hand and pictured Brian kneeling before him to run his own eager hands over Kiya's trembling body. Kiya dropped the bar of soap just before grasping his now swollen prick and teasing the flesh with skilled fingers. The mental image of Brian began running his own soapy hand up and down Kiya's hard length, squeezing just the way he liked and caressing the head with a slickened thumb. Kiya wondered, briefly, if the real Brian would take things soft and slow or hard and fast. Kiya no longer cared, wanting only to open his eyes and see the other man reaching out with strong hands to take him. Desire pulsated through his body when he pictured himself in the protective embrace of his fantasy.
Kiya felt his heartbeat begin to speed up as he began to pant quietly, ever mindful of those sleeping in nearby rooms. His legs shook slightly when his hand sped up to match the movements of the man in his visions as he whispered, "Brian," into the warm mist. Letting his head slowly fall forward, Kiya pictured Brian reaching around his body to stroke his back lightly before moving further down. Kiya brought his own unoccupied hand snaking around behind him to press one finger lightly against his hole before gently pushing in. As the muscles relaxed slightly, the softly gasping young man moved his finger in and out slowly, lost in images of golden skin and amber eyes. The hand on his cock sped up as Kiya imagined Brian looking up at him with quiet intensity and commanding softly, "Come for me, Kiya." And with a low moan, Kiya did.
Standing under the hot water, Kiya pressed his forehead against the cool tiles as he slowly tried to catch his breath. Once he had himself under control, he finished his shower, washing his hair and his body and hands before turning off the water and getting out. As Kiya ran a dry towel over his water-slicked body, he realized he wouldn't be able to look at Brian without thinking about what he just did. Great.