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As we kissed I thought about how long I had known Geoff and how much I was enjoying our newfound physical relationship. When the kiss was over we stayed with our arms wrapped around each other looking into each other’s eyes, our warm manhood pressed together. After a couple minutes Geoff kind of did a thrust into my crotch with his and squeezed my ass. “Think the next thing we should do is shower. You still have work to do if you want that steak dinner I promised?”

I retorted with “Hope it’s as good as that sausage you just fed me!”

I followed him down the hall to the bathroom, admiring his naked backside as he walked. When we got to the shower he set the temp and turned it on. (They have separate bathrooms and his has one of those huge shower stalls with water coming out of three walls) I stepped in and was almost in a trance with the warm water hitting me from all sides and the images of our encounter swimming around in my brain.

Suddenly I felt Geoff’s hands sliding over my body, they were slick with body wash and gave me an immediate erection even before his hands reached it. I started to turns but he told me to stand still while he washed me. His hands slid over every inch of my body caressing as he washed. He washed me slowly touching and exploring every part of my body, tweaking my nipples and slowly working his way to my crotch.

As he started soaping up my balls and shaft his other hand reached around and he slowly inserted his finger up my anus. I couldn’t believe the sensation. His finger probed around as his other hand stroked my shaft at a faster pace. Soon he sensed it was time and bushed is finger all the way in as he quickened his work in my cock. He must have hit the prostate because I exploded again with more force that I wouldn’t have thought possible after what we had already done. I just stood there weak kneed as the water washed over our bodies . He looked at me and smiled--kind of a wicked smile, but irritable with the water splashing off him. I grabbed the soap and poured some in my hand. I reached out and started to massage his chest with the slippery sensual soap taking time to make sure both his nipples were erect and serviced. He seemed to really enjoy them being touched so I toyed with them a while longer. I played with the excited nipples with my tongue before I moved to his shoulders and back, working my way down until I reached the ass that I had recently seen for the first time with a new interest.

I started exploring all areas of his ass washing and fondling. He was leaning against the wall with water washing over the both of us. As I washed I explored his anus much as he had explored mine, only the excitement of having his ass in my hands was building in me until I was suddenly on my knees with my tongue exploring his ass crack. I started at his ball sack and worked my way up until I was licking his hole. I could hear him gasp with excitement as my tongue darted around the puckered edges and licking right over the top. As he relaxed a little and I became more comfortable with what I was doing, I started to slip it into the hole a little. I could hear that he was getting more and more excited so I slid my finger all the way in to locate his prostate. I barely touched it and he exploded.

Neither of us had touched his cock, he was just so aroused he came. I stood and we held each other and kissed as we rinsed off and shut off the shower. He pulled on a huge terry robe and exited the room as I toweled off. Since my clothes were in the other end of the house I started naked down the hall to retrieve clothing. I was thinking that I would have to go commando since the bikini briefs were pretty much out considering the fluids we had both left in them.

As I progress down the hall I heard a “Mike--think fast” I turned to see something bright blue flying at me. I reached out and grabbed a pair of bikini cut neon blue Speedos--tags still on them. Geoff saw the puzzled look on my face and he explained. “My son was going to join the swim team and had me get him a couple practice suits (he held up a gold colored suit-the school colors) for him. When he put on the team suit and his mother declared them obscene, that was the end of the swim team and we were stuck with these suits. Since he will never wear them, or miss them, I figured we could. I think you look hot in a bikini so we may as well enjoy them. What do you think?”

I pulled the tags off and pulled them on. They fit well and displayed me nicely to Geoff--as Geoff’s displayed him to me. “Not your typical work clothes, but at least it will be fun working in them.”

I went about finishing up the “honey do” project as he went about getting our dinner. I could see him in his yellow/gold bikini out by the grill cooking the steaks. His round ass pushing out and looking so delectable while his manhood mounded the front of the suit--a fantastic sight. I couldn’t help but think how much I loved him as a friend and how much I was enjoying our newfound physical relationship and appreciated how fantastic his body is.

We ate dinner and cleaned up the mess from our work and the kitchen while wearing only the bikinis. Occasionally we would do a little grabbing and fondling and a quick kiss, but didn’t pursue anything more. We sat on the couch in the bikinis watching TV. I am not sure about Geoff, but my mind was pretty much preoccupied on the afternoon and evening events, and the fact we were cuddling in bikinis on the couch and fondling the soft material of the bikinis. Finally we decided it was time for bed. (I had been drinking enough wine and beer that I wasn’t about to drive).

I went into the guest suite and Geoff into his room. I laid on top of the bed, still in the blue bikini, with my hands behind my head thinking in the darkness. I was half asleep when I felt Geoff’s body sliding onto the bed. “I wanted to spend the night with you Mike, is that okay?”

I didn’t respond--I just but my arm around him and pulled him close to me. We lay there for a little while, his hand absent-mindedly caressing my stomach right down to the edge of the bikini.

Finally he rolled on top of me and started to passionately kiss me and pull me close. He rubbed his bikini-incased bulge against mine until we were both humping in unison while in tight embrace. My hands had slipped into the back of his bikini to hold that firm ass. Our passion rising until we both came one last time for the day into the Speedos. We kissed and fell asleep in each other’s arms--I am sure we both had a smile on our faces--I know I did.

The next morning I woke alone in the bed, the Speedos now stiff from the previous night’s emissions. His were on the floor next to the bed and he was gone. I found him in the kitchen cooking up some bacon. He was wearing nothing but an apron that revealed his beautiful ass but kept his privates safe from the spatter of the bacon. He smiled and uttered, “Good morning sleeping beauty. Go clean up and lets eat.” He tossed me my black bikini briefs. “I washed these while you were sleeping so you would have something to wear--you do the two Speedos when you are in the shower. Hurry up, breakfast is almost ready.”

We ate breakfast silently. He in the apron, me in the sheer bikini-both wondering what the day would bring and how our weekend of discovery would proceed. It turned out to be another day of exploring and fun.

We did move on with our new sexual friendship. If you want me to continue, e-mail me. LtsGetNkd@aol.com