Shower

"He's up in the shower." Max answered.

"Great, first this prick has his way with me on our driveway now he is showering over here before I could even grab my own!" Luke spread his arms.

"Dude, I think he needed it more. I mean, didn't you just jizz all over the poor guy like, a hundred times or something?"

Luke blushed at the humiliating memory. "Tha-That was his fault!"

"I hope so." A new voice entered the kitchen. As everyone turned to meet it, eyes stared widely and jaws dropped as everyone witnessed Miguel still dripping wet from his shower, totally naked except for a white towel draped over his shoulders. "I want to make Hanes so happy!" Miguel smiled brightly as he leaned against the door frame to the room, completely unashamed of his own nudity being seen by seven other people he just met. And why wouldn't he be? Unlike Luke, Miguel was over six feet of pure muscle with perfectly sculpted abs and apparently a huge cock that had to at least been eight inches while still soft and apparently no tan lines.

"Holy shi-" Luke's voice caught in his throat at the sight of the shameless Argentinian god walking up to him.

"So good to meet everyone!" Miguel leaned down and kissed Luke on the cheek "Hanes is my favorite!"

Luke stumbled backward putting his hand on his reddening face, "Dude! What the hell!"

"Relax Hanes, that's how they greet people in Argentina." Marlene explained.

"I don't see him smooching anybody else! And put some pants on dammit!"

At that, Ellie sped her way towards Miguel holding out her hand looking flushed as she took in the sight of the naked man. "H-Hello Miguel! My name is Ellie, it's very very nice to see you-meet you!" Ellie corrected herself nervously.

Miguel took Ellie's hand and gave her knuckles a polite kiss. "Ellie, so very nice." Miguel smiled graciously, as comfortable naked as he were clothed. Ellie blushed while a jealous Jackson came from behind her to pull her back by the shoulders. "Hello Miguel, I'm Jackson, Ellie's husband. Let's never forget that." Jackson spoke that last sentence more pointedly at his wife. Miguel shot Jackson a thumbs-up, completely unaware of Jackson's covetous behavior or Ellie's approbation.

"Okay! Will someone get this guy some clothes already?!" Luke pleaded. The sight of Miguel's unclothed masculinity was giving him a serious inferiority complex, more so than his brother Mark ever did.

"Can't, all his clothes are going through the wash right now." Sienna responded "Remember? They were quite dirty." She spoke the last words sharply at Luke.

Luke blushed again remembering what he did to Miguel's clothes but he wasn't going to take this lying down, "Well, he should at least cover up while he's down here! Nobody wants to see that!" Luke make a gesture towards Miguel's dangling manhood.

"Speak for yourself." Ellie grumbled but not quietly enough.

Jackson shot up his hand, "I second Luke's idea. The man's gotta cover that up."

"Aw, what's the matter Hanes? Can't handle standing next to a real man?" Max poked.

Luke knew what to do, "Hey Miguel, be a pal and stand next to Max over there would ya?" Miguel, eager to do Luke a favor, padded in the direction Luke was pointing and placed his hands on his hips trying to look impressive for him. "Okay everyone, try and picture Max naked here and compare the both of them would you?" Miguel wasn't entirely certain what was going on but he noticed Luke was paying more attention to him so he just smiled and flexed his bicep. That seemed to make Luke very happy as everyone in the kitchen glanced between Miguel and Max reflectively.

Max frowned. Max was a good-looking guy, he never once felt physically inferior to anybody before even among Luke's much more impressive brother. But sitting next to this naked picturesque Adonis, even Max couldn't help but feel a bit humbled. Max raised his hands in defeat, "Okay, okay, okay, I got it. You win. Miguel, would you cover up buddy?"

"Hm?" Miguel tilted his head.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Luke stomped over to Miguel and pulled the towel right off his broad shoulders. Luke wrapped the towel around Miguel's waist tying a knot at his hip. Luke didn't even stop to consider that at this angle he was practically hugging Miguel, which made Miguel very happy. The instant Luke finished adjusting the towel, the muscular Argentinian scooped Luke up into his arms raising Luke's feet off the floor and kissing him on the cheek again. Luke squirmed out of Miguel's grasp and landed back on his feet red in the face.

"Seriously man! Can't you keep your hands to yourself? And why exactly is he here again, huh? What brings you all the way from South America?!" Luke waved his arms arounds exasperatedly.

"To see you Hanes," Marlene answered for Miguel.

"Come again?" asked Luke.

"Well, it's true that Miguel is obviously a big fan of yours Hanes but that isn't the only reason why he is here. He is going to help you launch your career to fame and stardom."

"How?"