Not really - Steve decides to join him.

Chris hadn't even been standing under the lukewarm spray of water for five minutes when the door opened. The surfer froze, hands still pressing against his marvelous chest, nipples pinched between to fingers. Yes, he had been paying a little to much attention to them while soaping up, so what? They felt good and all! Turning his head, Chris saw his buddy walking into the bathroom, clothes in one hand - and cock on full display, of course. Suddenly, the surfer's mouth felt dry as his heart began to race. Just seeing Steve's mammoth dick, easily reaching his knees even flaccid, send shivers all over Chris' body. If his comparatively tiny member hadn't already been hard from playing with his boobs, Chris would have grown erect in seconds. As it was, he felt his shaft give a mighty lurch.

"Hey babe, mind if I join you?" Throwing his clothes into the hamper, Steve closed in on the shower. "I need to get this gunk off me."

"S-sure, it's kind of my fault, after all." Chris said before he could stop himself. "Cum... Come on in..."

Why? Why had he done that?! The shower was barely big enough for the two of them! Steve and... and his cock would be pressing against Chris, and he'd be able to feel it go from soft to oh so very hard, throbbing as it... it... Biting his lip almost hard enough to draw blood, Chris wrenched his eyes away from Steve and turned to the tiled wall, trying to focus on something, anything else than this mind-numbing desire to gobble down his room mates monster with either of his needy holes... Chris' eyes snapped open at this unbidden, yet nearly irresistible thought. He... he didn't actually want to take his best bud's mighty rod up the ass, did he?! But before he could go down that particular rabbit hole, the shower door behind Chris opened.

"Mmmh, you're so damn sexy, Chris..." Stepping inside, Steve let his hands run down Chris' sides, letting them rest on the equal parts confused and horny surfer's widened hips. "You turn me on so much..."

With a surprised, embarassingly girly gasp, Chris felt just how much as Steve moved in a little closer and pressed his engorging manmeat into his friend's ass crack. The shaft felt so hot already, throbbing gently with Steve's heartbeat, and Chris felt his back arch involuntarily, pressing his tingling ass against Steve's crotch. With the water splashing down on them, quickly washing away the remaining cum on their skin, Steve pulled his room mate closer to him until he could nibble on Chris' earlobe, making him produce a small moan and a tiny squirt of pre that was all but lost among the spray of water.

"I want you, babe. I need you." Murmuring into Chris' ear, Steve let one hand wander down to the surfer's crotch, grabbing the average-sized boner twitching there in a strong, possessive grip, slowly jerking Chris' member off. It felt so small in Steve's strong hands... And when his other hand gently squeezed Chris' left hand and thus, by extension, his sensitive left breast, the surfer could only moan and writhe needily. "I love you, Chris..."

"D-dude, that's--aanh... that's gay..."

"So? 'S not a crime..." Licking Chris' burning ear, Steve chuckled as his buddy shivered erotically. "Tell me you don't want this, tell me you don't need me like I need you and I'll be gone. I'll never touch you again..."

"No!" Chris surprised himself with how vehemently he protested. "I... I mean... It's not like I l-love you or anything, b-but..."

"Hmmm?" Squeezing down on Chris' breast playfully, Steve ground his hardening shaft against his roomie's ass, the glans slowly rising between Chris' spread legs. The surfer's brow furrowed - when had he spread them...?

"I... I need you." Chris' voice was a whisper, barely audible over the running water. "I can't live without the feeling of your c... your cock inside of me, I..."

"That's plenty for me, babe." Rhythmically grinding against Chris' surprisingly soft behind, Steve began to bring his shaft to full hardness - a process that was considerably lengthened by the cock's, well, length. Chris found himself lifted on his toes by the enormous fuckstick, grabbing the shower's fittings to keep himself from slipping. "God, ever since I've grown, I've been feeling so horny... Because of your sexy little body... and... your lips..."

With that, he put the hand that had been kneading Chris' breast on the surfer's chin, turned his head gently and planted a hungry kiss on Chris' lips. Although surprised at first, Chris soon found himself melting into the tingles and shocks their wrestling lips and tongues sent through him. Sucking cock felt better, of course, but his lips and tongue were so sensitive Chris could barely think straight as the kiss went on. Somewhere along, Steve shut off the water, but while Chris noticed, he really didn't care. His hips were gyrating of their own accord, grinding and bucking and squeezing against Steve's gargantuan shaft, who began meeting Chris' ass with gentle thrusts, cock bending downwards as Steve pushed it against the tiles. He'd gone from jacking Chris off to pressing their dicks together, the friction between them providing ample stimulation to them both.

"You like it, babe? You like my huge cock?" Steve rumbled, pushing two of his fingers between Chris' lips to give the big-titted surfer something to suckle on.

Consequently, all Steve received in answer was a muffled moan and a luxuriating shudder as Chris pressed back against him. The surfer felt on fire with lust, his mind barely able to deal with the sensations, and not a single neuron was chiming in to protest the fact that Chris was basically having sex with his best friend. He simply felt too good, the throbbing trunk of cock meat rubbing against his thighs making his heart leap into his throat. Oh, how he wanted to wrap his lips around it, let his tongue snake out and taste it... Doing just that with Steve's fingers was a pale imitation, but Chris didn't feel like shifting or moving or doing anything to end this embrace he found himself melting into, putty in Steve's strong arms. For some reason, his room mate seemed a little bigger, just a tad more muscular than he expected, making Chris feel so secure...

Feminine moans filled the bathroom, and Chris needed a while to process the fact that it was him who was making them as his mouth hung slack, Steve's thumb brushing along the surfer's dick-sucking lips. Waves of pleasure seemed to cascade down his body, each sending a new burst of pre out of his buzzing prick, coating the top of Steve's much bigger monster - which, judging by the goopy, viscous noises and the sticky warmth seeping over Chris' feet was depositing much bigger globs against the tiles as they rubbed against each other. The veiny fuckmeat felt incredibly hot against Chris' thighs, pulsing and lurching, forcing the nearly delirious surfer to stand up higher on his toes.

"Y'feel that, babe? How hard I am?" Again, the deep baritone reverberated through Chris' body as Steve spoke, but it was the words that truly made him shudder in delight. "All because of you and your tight... fucking... ass."

Steve punctuated the last three words with more forceful thrusts, each eliciting a short, high-pitched squeak.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Panting, Chris could barely believe how much he was at the mercy of his boy... his best friend, or how much it thrilled him. "G-god, Steve, ah--mmmh...."

"Shh, no need to talk, babe... I can already tell you like it just as much as I do..."

Letting go of his cock and Chris' much smaller dick, Steve slid his hand over his lover's toned six-pack abs and then further up until he pressed his fingers against sensitive breastflesh, gently kneading it and pinching and flicking the swollen nipple capping it, alternating between the heaving, jiggling orbs. This, of course, left Chris' twitching member unoccupied, and the surfer moved the hand that had been bracing him against the tiles down to once again press their shafts together. A hint of confusion crept into his arousal; somehow, his achingly hard cock seemed to be so small... not only in Steve's hand, but also in Chris'own...

But this train of thought couldn't even leave the train station as a particularly mighty lurch of Steve's massive schlong actually lifted Chris into the air a few fractions of an inch. Squealing in surprise and delight, he forgot all worries about possibly shrinking cocks, instead pressing his thighs together a little as he rocked back and forth, trying to jerk of Steve with his legs. Feeling his buddy stiffen and hearing his lustful groan, Chris felt a small giggle bubble out of him - an honest to god giggle! But it felt so right, as if it was the only proper reaction to how much Steve was enjoying Chris' thighs.

"C-careful, babe. You keep that up and I'll... I... Oh fuuuuuck...."

With a drawnout groan, Steve began bucking his hips erratically, finally pressing his hips against Chris forcefully, his embrace tightening as his cock swelled enough to **** Chris' legs apart once more, and then... The first shot was powerful enough that the back splash reached up to Chris' knees, hot, sticky cum spattering against them, the tiles, the glass off the shower - everything coated in a layer of white. And the layer was only the first of many: As Steve kept bucking his hips forcefully, rocking both of them powerfully, his straining nuts pumped rope after rope into the shower.

"You're. So. Damn. Hot!" With every word, another thick glob of spunk exploded out of Steve's distended urethra, adding to the mess covering their feet.

When it finally petered out, a few last globs that dwarfed normal loads oozing into a veritable sea of cum, the thick jizz had almost reached their ankles.