Billy
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he would stop and spend a little more time, feeling his stomach muscles
tighten as his hand moved all across the flat tummy. He enjoyed his body,
and the way it was solid, even though he wasn’t a jock. Then, after making
sure he was nice and satisfied there, he would start to move his hand down
his legs. Carefully he would avoid the one area that by this time was
eagerly awaiting it’s turn with the soap.
Then
he would gently caress his thighs, moving his soapy hand or the soapy wash
cloth down and around the well formed thigh. He would reach down then, to
quickly
soap up the rest of his leg, then he would bring his hand right back
up, to run it across the flat of his lower stomach to the other side, and
start the ritual all over again.
Not
until he had made sure his legs had been carefully soaped and massaged would
he then bring his hand to stop just over his belly. Carefully he would make
sure that he had lots of soap and would gently push down, reaching down
towards his groin and his small patch of blond pubic hairs. They were rather
prickly hairs, nestled in a tight v and just below them, his average sized
penis would be sticking straight out like a flag pole.
This
morning he could tell that his normal routine just wouldn’t do. Billy was
too hyper and he gave his body a cursory soaping before he found his hand
was not circling his young dick. He closed his eyes and now he could see a
young boy, leaning against a tall redwood tree out in the back pasture area.
He saw the eyes sparkling and looking towards him, and he was smiling.
The
boy against the redwood was naked, his jeans were over beside him and right
next to his stretched out legs were another pair of young thin poles, known
as legs. Funny, but Mike always did get to lean against the tree, while he
had to support himself with one hand. Those other legs were his, and he
started to sway in the shower as his mind replayed that time over and over
again.
His
soapy hand was firmly holding onto his throbbing cock, feeling its heat over
that of the steaming shower spray. He could feel his heart pounding a little
now, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched the younger version of Mike
pulling on his own dick, and with each yank, he felt his own hand tugging at
his erection.
God he wished Mike could
be in that shower with him, but it wasn’t to be. Well at least tonight he
would at least get to see him, and that thought made his hand move faster
along the 6 inch long cock shaft. He felt it throbbing and he squeezed a
little harder now. With his free hand he reached around to push up his
balls, those rather full balls and he moaned a bit.
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