A Very Unhappy Male Best Friend

You place the small towel you used to wipe the precum off your cock and stomach under the tap and look up. The room is a little steamy. Blaire decided to take a hot shower after your overenthusiastic greeting.

You can vaguely make out Blaire's shape through the foggy glass of his shower. His slim arms are raised, probably shampooing your precum out of his dark, curly hair. You already know Blaire's skin is warm brown, like hot coffee with cream.

Slim hips, with his small frame and slender curves it makes him look more like slim figured father than the deep hourglass figure of his mother. At 6'5" inches tall to Blaire's modest 5'2", it doesn't surprised you that your cock hit him in the face.

Just thinking about it make your cock slap against your stomach as it gets erect, the tip starting to leak all over again.

"So, did you get dumped again?" Blaire asks from the shower.

"Technically I didn't get dumped. I didn't even get the chance to stretch him out a little," you reply, stripping out of the clothes you were wearing.