I woke to the sound of running water. Without opening my eyes, I reach to your side of the bed. You are not there.
My eyes open. The clock says 6:30. We were going to London today. The plan was to catch the 7:30 train because I knew you wanted an early start. The water is you in the shower.
Even though I am still sleepy, I summon the will to get out of bed. My skin reacts to the change of temperature between the warm bed and the cool air in the hotel room. I make my way to the bathroom and there you are. Standing in the shower. I take a few moments to drink in the beauty of your naked body. Your hair is full of soap, so with your eyes closed, you don't see me standing there.
I watch as you rinse. The soapy water washing down from your head over you smooth chest and abs, and running over your manhood which is swaying back and forth as you scrub your hair. I can barely contain my excitement.
You turn around to rinse the soap out of your face. This view is almost a beautiful as the other. The soapy water running down your back and over your perfectly formed ass, really was more than I could take.
I stepped into the shower with you. I press my chest into your back and my arms encircle your waist. I run my hand up from your abs to your chest and you press back into me. After a moment, you turn to face me. You look up me and I stare deep into your eyes, which are the most beautiful I have ever seen. You lean into me. Your lips touch mine. I feel the light stubble on your face because you have not shaved yet.
A my lips part and you kiss me deeply, I can help but think we probably won't make the 7:30 train.
Sunday Male Beauty - Pt 2
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