Shaved Bare: Roommate’s Shower Prostate Milking Confession

Sweat clings to my skin after the jog. Heart still hammers. Kitchen light harsh. K lounges there, eyes flicking over my tight shorts. Chat mundane. Then, as I turn: ‘Nice little ass!’ Blood rushes south. Cock twitches hard. Stammer ‘Thanks.’ Lock bathroom door. Peel off shirt, shorts. Mirror shows bulge. No. Won’t jerk to her words. Cold water blasts. Shrinks me fast. Breathe deep. Ice stings balls, shaft. Control it. Soap suds. Knock. Door flies open. K strides in. Yanks shower curtain. Water splashes her. ‘Fuck, thought you were jerking off. Long hot showers, I imagine it every time.’ Eyes lock on my semi. She steps back. ‘It’s freezing!’ ‘Gotta control myself.’ Her smile sharp. Knows. Grabs razor, foam from cabinet. Heart pounds wild. ‘Turn up hot. Time to fix you. No more bushy kid pubes.’ Lifts my limp cock. Foam on balls. Gentle spread. I stiffen. She grins. Blade nears scrotum. Tremble. ‘Easy, won’t castrate. Done this before.’ Lame glides skin. Tension coils. Balls tighten. Cock hard now. ‘Good, bands for easy shave.’ Foam shaft. First woman’s touch. Electric. Pubis next. ‘No, I’ll look like a boy!’ ‘You are. Jerking alone kid.’ Shame burns. But her rinse: ‘Makes your cock pop.’ Hope flickers. ‘Turn. Ass too.’ Firm. No argue. Foam cheeks. Blade whispers. Then between. Recoil. She grips waist. ‘Hold still.’ Perineum tingles. Sigh escapes. Cock throbs against her arm. Urgency builds. Fire low.

Rinse handed. She towels me. Skips chest for crotch. Cloth teases shaft. Grips through fabric. Slow strokes. ‘Dry you good.’ Cock aches steel. Lotion squirts. Hands on balls. Massage deep. Moan rips out. Hips buck. Other hand claims shaft. Slow pump. Slick. ‘Good? Better than you?’ ‘Yes. Love your hand on my cock.’ ‘Love stroking your thick dick.’ Edge crashes near. Stops. ‘Nooo!’ ‘Ass next. Avoid burn.’ Turn. Frustrated. Lotion cool on cheeks. Flows crack. Fingers knead. Balls cupped again. Sigh. Hand to cock. Stroke desperate. Her finger presses perineum. Crack. Circles anus. Tense. ‘No, please.’ ‘Never tried? Relax.’ Lube finger. Insists. Circles tight ring. ‘Help me. Want inside.’ Voice commands. Yield. Breach. Strange full. Not bad. Slow thrust. Pleasure blooms. Moan. Stroke syncs. ‘Love it?’ ‘Yes!’ ‘Your ass grips tight.’ Faster. Lean forward. Legs spread. Arm braced. Her behind. Finger hunts. Touches spot. Lightning. Prostate. Arch. Groan loud. Waves pulse. Cock leaks pre. She pins my hand. ‘Cum from ass.’ Chaos. Hump air. No touch. Builds slow. Gland burns. Explode. Semen flows endless. No jets. River. Shakes rack body. Confusion. Bliss. Shame melts in flood. She milks last drops. Finger still probes.

Fever Ignites

Hot water rinses. Gentle. Towel soft. Cock spent, skin alive. Paradox. Glow deep. Shame hot. ‘Dirty pig. Love playing you.’ She exits. Alone. Empty. Gather self. Towel waist. Door to room. Her voice: ‘My bedroom. Not done.’ Heart races again. Skin burns. Step toward unknown fire.