Douglas and Luther

The most unique feature about Douglas and Luther's small home was the huge shower. It resembled a prison shower, large and spacious with a huge hot water tank.

"Dropped my soap," Luther said expectantly.

"Wow, how could that have happened again," Douglas said drolly. "Let me get that for you."

He bent over, pausing and fumbling with the soap when he felt Luther's large, strong hands encircle his waist. He offered only feeble resistance, being pinned up against the simple tile wall, feeling Luther's cock entering his lubricated, willing hole. Luther thrust in and out, gripping Douglas's waist tightly, Douglas's cock flopping about uselessly underneath him, occasionally leaking small streams of cum whenever Luther hit his prostate just right.

They went for a half hour, Douglas clawing at the walls while Luther laid the hammer down, before Douglas collapsed to the floor, Luther splayed over him, the buck fucking him with powerful thrusts, before filling him to the brim with seed in an obscene display at the steam rose around them.