Bator Dave E7 | Can't roommates take showers together?

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The Halloween party was absolutely insane at our place. Our house of 7 was supposed to bring two friends each, so there should’ve been about 20 of us. However, Dave went with 6 friends instead, and those 6 friends brought 6 friends…you get the picture. The house was milling with people like ants in a colony and the police had to show up to shut us down. The 7 of us laughed in the destroyed living room until we fell asleep on the couch and floor. 

I woke up with a killer headache and a sore neck from sleeping on the couch. I got up and sat still to stop from getting too nauseated, then looked around at the mess around me. Dave is on the floor with the inside of his elbow over his eyes beside Nick and Josh is sprawled on the chair. The girls must’ve gone back to their room. 

The floor was covered in some colourful feathers. Thinking back now, there was someone dressed up as a peacock that was shedding all night long. I pulled at one with my fingers, and made a sound of disgust as I realized it was glued to the floor by some sticky substance. 

Gross.

“Ugh…” Dave stirs awake and stretches on the floor. He sticks his hands in his pants and scratches his groin while his belly pokes out from the bottom of his shirt. His hands run past some of the aforementioned feathers and he peers through half closed eyelids to see what they are.

“I wouldn’t… just…” I shake my head and Dave turns his head to me. 

“Wild night.” He blinks rapidly. “Where are the girls?”

I shrug. “In bed, maybe. I don’t know why we didn’t just go downstairs.”

“Damnit, I really thought I was going to fuck Laurie last night?” Our roommate, Laurie? That’s not a good idea. I watched Dave scratch his crotch again and give his fingers a little sniff. “We made out in the bathroom.”

“Horrible idea, man.” I put my face in my hands. “You should probably get off that floor.”

“Too late to care.” Dave yawns and sticks his hand down his pants again. “How are we going to clean all this up?”

I shook my head. I didn’t even want to think about that right now. My head hurt but I’m still keenly interested in why his hand is in his pants. Is he hard? Is he itchy? Does he want to bate? I wouldn’t mind. A good bate might help this headache. 

“Gonna change,” Dave flips over and pushes himself off the floor. “Who the fuck was that peacock guy anyways?” 

As Dave descended the stairs with heavy footsteps, I laid back down on the couch for a minute before I decided to take a shower. Going down stairs hurt my body and soul, but I managed to get into the shower. 

I breathe in the steam as the pitter-patter of the warm shower rained on my head and shoulders. This was a good idea. 

“Hey. Can I join you?” My eyes opened when the door opened. It’s a stand up shower, so I don’t know how he would even fit in. “I just feel so nasty and I don’t want to lay on my bed without a rinse”

“Uh…” I look down at the water running down my naked body.

“Dude, I’ve seen every part of you. You know what, fuck you, I’m coming in,” Dave says. I shake my head in disbelief at his audacity but I don’t protest. The shower door opens and the steam escapes outwards, giving me a foggy view of his thick and hairy body. 

What a man.

My penis reacts to him coming in, getting hard under the jetstream of water as Dave squeezes in close to me. 

“You don’t really mind, do you?” Dave smiles at me and I shake my head. He reaches behind me for his shower gel and mousses it up in his hands. I shower my body too, wondering when he was going to say something about my hard dick pointing at him.

Oh. There it is.

He moved forward so he came directly in contact with the tip of my cock. Dave looked downwards and then looked up to me with a grin. 

“You ever bate in here?”

“Of course.” My penis twitched as it screamed out for me to touch him. The overarching desire to lather with soap so I can edge to this burly man in front of me is incredibly strong. 

“Soap or shampoo?” Dave asked while scrubbing his crotch. He pulls at his cock and balls with soapy hands, playing with himself more than washing. 

He wants to bate. He wants to have our bonding time. He’s just fucking teasing me about it.

“Conditioner,” I say and pull the bottle from behind my head. I squeeze some into my hand and he holds out his palm, so I squeeze some out for him as well. 

“Oh okay. I see what you mean. Slippery.” Dave tests out the conditioner on his thick meat. I stroke my own penis, entering my happy place as the slick feeling goes around my shaft and balls.

The shower is too small and we both have to limit our movements in the confined space. Dave moves forward a little step, and the tip of our cocks touch. 

“Oh fuck…” I moaned. The feeling of two penises touching is magical. I know he feels it too. I felt it in the way his dick pulsed.

“Your dick is always so hard. Looks almost painful,” Dave says while looking down at our heads meeting. 

“Your veins look a little painful.”

“They’re not usually.” Dave moves closer and our undershafts press up against one another. “Oh fuck! That’s…”

Bonding. Good fucking masculine bonding. 

He looks at me, his face inches away from me. He’s not going to take the first step, but he asks me with my eyes. I wrap my hand around both our cocks and I see the pleasure increase in his eyes. 

Together. Penising together. Bators sharing the oldest and greatest pleasure known to mankind.

Up

Down

Up

Down

Our dicks slip on each other with the help of the conditioner, making my cockhead touch his shaft, and then his cockhead rubs against mine. 

“I might cum like this.” Dave looks into my eyes. 

I felt it in my hands. The way his cock expanded. I felt his bating energy transfer from his balls to mine. 

“Oh dude!” Dave puts both hands up on the shower walls and I watch the water drip from his clumped together pit hair. “Fuck!”

His cum felt warm splashing on me even though the hot water was running down my torso and rinsed it off immediately. “Fuck!” 

I shoot on his hairy belly and Dave scoops it up with his hand and takes over my grip on us. He strokes rougher, more than I can handle as he finishes the orgasm to his desire. 

Penis!

Penis!

“Oh fucking penis pleasure man,” Dave grunts as he squeezes the last drop from his uncut head onto my cock. “Ah yeah…” He sighs in relief. “Can I get some of that water?”